I have many teachers

Chapter 340 No Tears ([-]-word chapter)

The moment Wang Anfeng appeared before Fengzilou.

Fufeng County City · Ministry of Punishment.

Yan Ling, who was dressed in red, yawned. His bags under the eyes were heavier than two years ago, and he looked a little lazy, but the breath on his body was much deeper than that day.

Holding a file in his hand, it came from the Ministry of Punishment in Xidingzhou City, and Yan Ling glanced over the file, his face pondering.

"what happened?"

Sitting next to him was another person, who was quite tall and mighty. He was a little curious when he saw this, Yan Ling raised his eyes, smiled casually, and said, "It's nothing, it's just that the forces in the Jianghu in Xidingzhou have changed. The original overlord 27 The gang was destroyed, and it was taken over by the Giant Whale Gang in Xiding Prefecture."

"Another master named Ying Lie came out, almost at the level of the third grade."

After saying that, he was a little helpless, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, and said in a thoughtful voice:
"First, the knife maniac beat all the rivers and lakes in Xidingzhou and Zhongzhou, and almost pierced through Changqing Mountain in Zhongzhou."

"Then the Giant Whale helped out with an inexplicable lord."

"I don't know what kind of geniuses and treasures have been produced in Xidingzhou. In a short period of time, two young masters with extraordinary combat prowess came out. They are amazing."

The other man looked a little solemn and said:
"Do you think there is a connection between the two?"

Yan Ling rubbed the center of his eyebrows, he seemed extremely tired, so he especially liked to do this action, laughed, and said:

"I didn't say that."

"However, it doesn't hurt to check."

The man on the opposite side did not easily expose the ambiguity of the strict order, but nodded solemnly, and said:
"I understand."

"It's not too late, I'll give orders now."

"Wait a minute, come back, come back..."

Yan Ling stretched out his hand to call out the man who was acting in a hurry, his eyes became a little more energetic, and he asked again:

"Before that, all members of the Xue family left?"

"Those people are coming today. If they bump into Xue's family, it will be somewhat inconvenient. Well, for the sake of safety, we need to send more people, don't you know?"

The man nodded and said:

"The subordinates know."

After a while, the man left in a hurry, leaving Yan Ling sitting here alone, with a dignified expression, looking at the file in his hand, the sunlight poured in through the gap in the window, coating him with a layer of light, like a stone statue, after a while , let out a long breath.

"The Xue family..."

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"The Xue family is the number one killer family in the world, you are the daughter of the Xue family, you don't need these things!"

When she was five years old, her distant sister brought her the first pearl flower.

Then Zhuhua was severely broken by that person and fell in front of her. She knelt on the bluestone slab, and next to her ears was the scream of her sister who couldn't help being tortured.

She knelt for twelve hours.

It was winter, and the snow was falling very deeply.

She didn't cry.

"Emotions make people full of weaknesses. Once there are emotions, the strong will no longer be strong."

He admonished her like this.

Then he stabbed the white rabbit in her arms to death with a sword, the sharp blade was cold to the bone, even with a speed that was incomparable to Thunder, it did not hurt her at all, but he forgot that she was also the one who assassinated Zulong The offspring of man, she could feel it.

The blade was in front of her heart, and there was a slight hesitation.

That year, she was seven years old.

The third young master of the Xue family in Jianghu.

Everyone in the world knows that the Xue family has no daughters.

He is the top three assassins in the world, her biological father.

She opened her eyes.

It was just noon, and she just got dressed and rested for a while. The saber was placed beside the bed, and she could hold it in the palm of her hand. The wound on her right shoulder was still hurting, but it no longer affected her hand, and she didn't care.

At the first hurt, she may not be able to hold back the tears.

But after the [-]th, [-]th injury, anyone becomes numb to pain.

She still remembers that she was 12 years old at that time.

Wearing a gray suit, his face was dark, his shoulders were wrapped with bandages, and his expression was as cold as ice.

In front of her, her uncle's daughter ran past in a goose yellow dress, and her uncle was carefully protecting her behind, with a smile she had never seen on that person's face.

"In the future, I can only cry with my father and mother, but outside, I have to be strong..."

My uncle told my sister who was going out for the first time.

But she didn't take it seriously in her heart, even the elders sometimes made mistakes.

If you want to live a good life, you can't cry.

Crying is a luxury.

That year, she was 13 years old, and she had already gained an invincible reputation among the younger generation in the world. The price was 23 penetrating injuries, 48 internal injuries, and [-] pains so painful that she woke up in a dream. That year, her brother was eight years old. , When he was fighting swords with others, his wrist was swollen, and the whole Xue family was alarmed.

In the Jianghu, everyone knows that Xue Jiaqin has no tears.

But that night seemed to be uncontrollable, kneeling in front of his mother's grave, his brown eyes wide open.

Even crying is quiet.

Xue Qinshuang moved her wrist lightly, and there was already a faint murderous look outside the courtyard, which meant that the family's pursuers were coming again.

The Taiqing and Su swords in his hands were removed.

There is also a short sword about one foot long pinned to her back waist.

Not impressive at all.

But only a few people know that this short sword is much more dangerous than the famous sword in her hand.

Outside the courtyard, there is a faint sense of murder surrounding, there are old women selling snacks straddling bamboo baskets, there are running children, and woodcutters passing by hawking, although in the eyes of others, it is still a peaceful scene, but in the family of assassins in the world In the eyes of the passers-by, this peaceful scene was actually murderous every step of the way.

She disobeyed the orders of the family.

Injuring the old woman who came to take her back will inevitably attract the reaction of the family's killer organization. This point, after she followed the old woman out of Fufeng City, her right hand was holding the dagger behind her back. time, already understood.

Then she didn't have any hesitation in her heart.

Sharp and straight, as always, when the old woman was knocked unconscious and fell down, the pair of brown eyes reflected in the stunned and puzzled eyes were almost like frost, very quiet.

She's not a very emotional person.

Her state of mind is the same as that of the ancestor who assassinated Zulong thousands of years ago.

Then she cleaned up the scene at her fastest speed, disguised the clues, turned around and left, when she walked out of the inn, she ordered a jug of the strongest wine from a restaurant not far away, and the liquid was wiped like a knife Her throat brought a touch like a flame.

She narrowed her eyes.

The state of mind like Pinghu produced emotions such as "excitement" and "pleasure". After crying at the age of 13, few things could make her heart ripple. That night seemed to shake her My last weakness was left on my mother's grave.

Only the close combat, the life-and-death struggle, and strong alcohol can make her mood ripple, making her understand that she is 'alive'.

However, since two years ago, she has been lingering in her heart with a question that is difficult to answer.

So she didn't want to leave Fufeng so easily.

The murderous aura outside the door gradually became chaotic.

Seeming to be a little restless, the blade rubbed against the old whale skin sheath, making a small sound.

Xue Qinshuang raised her hand and took off the jade hairpin that bound her hair.

The slightly messy black hair was scattered like ink.

She didn't seem to notice the murderous intent that was almost no longer concealed outside.

He raised his hand and placed the sword in his hand on the dressing table.

Raising her right hand, she calmly tied up her long, messy hair. She never used rouge and gouache, because she didn't know how to do it, and she didn't need it. Feeling the murderous intent gradually stirring up in the courtyard, a little fighting spirit rose in her heart.

In the blurry bronze mirror, those brown pupils were shining brightly.

Xue Qinshuang put the jug on her waist, held the plain white long sword in her right hand, stood up, pushed the door and went out.

Clank and howl.

Immediately there was a bright sword, cutting out like a sea of ​​sky and clouds.

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After a while, the long sword returned to its sheath.

She never killed anyone, and everyone who fell on the ground knew that she did so confidently because she could make the plain white long sword pass through everyone's throats calmly.

One of the middle-aged men coughed and supported himself, not daring to look at Xue Qinshuang's face, but said:

"Third Miss, go back..."

Xue Qinshuang looked calm, and said lightly:

"When I want to go back, I will naturally go back."

The man seemed to be about to say something, but the sword in his chest and abdomen cut off his meridians, and just getting up would cause unbearable sharp pain, and he couldn't help but half kneeled on the ground, coughing up a large pool of blood, only able to Let the girl leave in front of him calmly.

He knew what the girl in front of him was carrying, so that calmness became more and more weighty.

The man's pupils flickered, and he could only do nothing after all. He sighed, and a sense of regret arose in his heart.

The third lady is amazingly talented, rare in the world.

Unfortunately……

Unfortunately.

Xue Qinshuang walked forward with a sword in her right hand, only took a few steps, her footsteps suddenly paused slightly, and she looked back sideways, her brown eyes were shining brightly, looking in a certain direction, she was just a beautiful woman, but This pair of eyes like morning stars gave him an unspeakable grace, saying:
"Since you're here, why don't you come out?"

"I just don't know which one of the many elders came this time? Is it Elder Sun?"

"It's best to be Old Sun."

A smile appeared on her face, and there was a slight dimple on her left cheek.

Elder Sun is the seventh elder of the Xue family's outer sect, and also the No. 30 seventh master in the list of assassins. He has sharp swordsmanship in one hand and is a rare assassin who assassinates with a long sword.

Pingbo phantom.

An old and helpless voice came, with a kind smile in that voice, as if looking at a child who had lost his temper, and said:

"Ah, ah, Ah Shuang, such a temper is not very good."

"Why, I can't persuade you back?"

Xue Qinshuang's footsteps stopped, and after a few steps, she felt that she had auditory hallucinations, and the fighting spirit in her heart disappeared instantly.

She can strike many people with her sword, even facing the nominal father and elder brother without the slightest hesitation, but it is difficult for her to raise the slightest fighting spirit towards this old man.The girl raised her eyes and saw a kind old woman with white hair standing not far away. The old man was leaning on a cane with a kind smile.

That was the only warm place in her memory.

Xue Qinshuang pursed her lips and said:
"Grandma..."

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Xue Qinshuang was sitting on her seat, raising her hand to make tea.

The cuffs of the plain robe slipped off, revealing a wrist as white as jade, with green fingers.

People in Lubian are like the moon, and their arms are frosty and snowy.

The fragrance of tea is curling up, with plainness and tranquility.

The kind-faced old man sat across from her, looked at his most cherished granddaughter, and said:
"Why...won't you go back?"

Xue Qinshuang narrowed her eyes slightly, kept making tea in her hands, and said calmly:
"Why do you want to go back?"

"I left home since I was a child, but I didn't want to compete with my brother for the seat. I have always dressed in men's clothing. I have dabbled in various schools of thought, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. I have practiced martial arts and gained a great reputation. We need to find the masters there to fight against, so as to attract the attention of the various factions, so that brother brother can grow up with peace of mind."

"I'm not unhappy at all, it's a great fortune for me to be intoxicated with martial arts."

"I didn't intend to compete with them. My blood has some meaning in my existence. My younger brother once toddled behind me, and my elder brother taught me the essence of swordsmanship, but I just now know that not every Everyone would like to have a sister like me, but looking back on the past, they are even more alienated."

"As for my father, he just sees me as a sword that is sharp enough to help the future head of the family, or elder brother, or younger brother to overcome thorns and thorns. Since the thirteenth day of my fifth birthday, he has never cared about me again. Although Xue's family is big, it's just a cage."

Xue Qinshuang's expression was calm, and when she talked about these things, it was as if she was talking about things that had nothing to do with her.

But the old man opposite felt a little distressed.

She knew the heart of the girl opposite.

She was never the type to talk so much at once.

Holding the teacup handed by the girl in his hand, the old man was silent for a long time, looked at Xue Qinshuang, and made up his mind in his heart, even if this time there was going to be a catastrophe in the family, he couldn't let the child in front of him suffer such a big grievance .

They are all from the blood of the Xue family, why should one be treated more favorably than another, even if, even if there is such a thing, the child is innocent after all.

Thoughts were chaotic in his heart, a kind smile appeared on the old man's face, and he said:
"You, do you really think so?"

"Or, is this you acting like a baby to grandma? Do you want to hear "It's not your fault, you have worked hard enough", or, "I know you have suffered a lot, so you don't have to suffer so much in the future"?"

Xue Qinshuang paused for a moment, but there were still slight ripples in her heart after all.

Humans are strange creatures. Sometimes, those pains and grievances can be borne by myself without revealing any grievances. However, if someone is really close, just a word of comfort will be in my heart. A great grievance arose, and at this moment, it seemed that even the wound on his shoulder became more painful.

Memories of the past, waking up from dreams time and time again due to injuries, time and time again covered in blood, moving forward with broken bodies time and time again, the pain that can only be suppressed with strong alcohol seems to resurface at this time, accumulating in the Together, it seems to be surging like a vast ocean.

Xue Qinshuang narrowed her eyes and blinked slightly. There seemed to be a gleam of water in her brown eyes, but they were quickly retracted. She raised her face. Under the sun, there was a smile on that beautiful face that made the old lady feel distressed. ,road:
"got used to."

She is laughing.

She said she was used to it.

Xue Qinshuang said so, but her brown pupils were full of emptiness, as if nothing existed.

PS: button trick, the buttons left in front are buttoned up, the reason why the strong are strong must be because of unbearable pain and blood and tears.

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