The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

Lan Xiaogu was smiling, but her smile didn't make people happy.

"Why, why are you in pain?" Jin Xueyi asked.

Lan Xiaogu said, "My mother killed my father and then abandoned me."

Shh~ Shh shh shh~

In that instant, An Qingwan could only hear the sound of the wind whistling through the forest.

How did this suddenly turn into a grievance session?

She thought of Lan Xiaogu's childlike maturity.

It turns out that Lan Xiaogu wasn't pretending; she was just forced to mature at an age when she shouldn't have to.

Perhaps this is the nature of the martial arts world.

The chapters of heroes and the epitaphs of tyrants are all written in dripping blood, and beneath the tragic songs of ordinary people lie countless bones.

In the world of martial arts, desires are always amplified.

In the martial arts world, everything seems so glaring.

silence.

A deathly silence.

It was Lan Xiaogu who broke the silence: "Are you all pitying me? Do you think I'm pathetic, the most pitiful person in the world?"

Jin Xueyi didn't speak, but her expression seemed to say, "Your pain is greater than mine."

Lan Xiaogu laughed: "Then you are wrong. I am not pitiful at all. On the contrary, I am very happy because without this incident, I would not have been able to escape that cage, and I would not have met my current family."

Jin Xueyi was stunned.

She stared at Lan Xiaogu for a long time, lost in thought.

Thank you for comforting me.

Lan Xiaogu said, "You don't need to thank me. I'm not saying this for you. I won't do anything for you. I just don't want to put An Qingwan in a difficult position."

Jin Xueyi nodded: "I don't want to die. I still need to find the Iron-Clad Ancestor to take revenge. I can't die."

An Qingwan said, "Miss Jin, it would be best if you could come to this realization yourself."

At this point, she handed over Su Zheqiu's knife.

"This knife is a demonic knife, but it's not an ordinary demonic knife. When Su Zheqiu swung it, I heard a strange sound. This knife should be able to be disassembled. Your family's heirloom, the 'Eight Directions of Qimen Knife,' is probably hidden inside. Whether you learn it or keep it sealed away is entirely up to you."

Jin Xueyi took the knife in a daze.

She never imagined she would obtain the "Eight Directions of Qimen Knife" in this way.

She first looked at An Qingwan.

An Qingwan said, "I practice swordsmanship; knife skills are useless to me. Miss Jin, you don't need to think about giving them to me."

She looked at Lan Xiaogu again.

Lan Xiaogu said, "I practice poison skills and lightness skills. I don't even look down on your swordsmanship."

Jin Xueyi suddenly smiled.

She thought of her deceased parents.

Some people in this world are ruined by greed, but there are always people who can conquer greed.

"I will follow my parents' wishes and seal away this sword technique, as it is not one that I can master."

"It's good that you've made up your mind."

An Qingwan pulled Lan Xiaogu and Jin Xueyi up one by one.

It was still late at night, but this place was no longer suitable for me to stay. Let's head off into the distance.

An Qingwan casually took Lu Er's spear with her; it was a good spear, and after melting it down, it should be able to be forged into a decent sword.

As An Qingwan picked up the gun, Lan Xiaogu walked up to her.

"I want to become your disciple," Lan Xiaogu said bluntly.

An Qingwan said, "Yan Hui and Lu Er are both dead. You are already the number one assassin in the world. Why do you still want to become my disciple?"

Lan Xiaogu said, "I want to prove that I am right and she is wrong."

An Qingwan knew that the "she" Lan Xiaogu was referring to was her mother.

What she didn't expect was that Lan Xiaogu said it directly. She thought Lan Xiaogu would say that she could earn more money if she became stronger.

"I can't teach you, at least not now."

An Qingwan was not lying.

Her internal skill is the Mingyu Skill. Even a genius like Yaoyue, who was not born into the world, took twenty-four years to reach the eighth level of the Mingyu Skill.

Lan Xiaogu couldn't wait that long.

As for other martial arts, needless to say.

She was a swordswoman, but Lan Xiaogu had never held a sword.

Lan Xiaogu was not disappointed: "I know, so what I want to learn is not techniques, but how to kill those who deserve to be killed!"

"Is that so?" An Qingwan nodded. "I said before that we wouldn't be friends, but now I take back what I said. It's possible for us to become friends."

"friend?"

“I won’t take you as my apprentice, but if you want to follow me, I don’t mind. You’re interested in me, and I’m interested in you too.”

"it is good."

Lan Xiaogu did not insist.

She knew this couldn't be forced.

"I have another question, and I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep if I don't ask it today."

"Oh, what's the problem?"

Why are you blindfolded?

When Lan Xiaogu asked this question, Jin Xueyi, who was nearby, also perked up her ears.

This is a problem...

An Qing nodded in the evening.

Many people have asked her this question, but she has never given a direct answer.

Because the answer to this question is—

In order to make others see that she is blind at a glance and to look down on her, so that she can kill more effectively.

Having dealt with those江湖人士 (jianghu figures) who like to play the fool and deceive others all year round, one must be very good at playing dumb to deceive others.

"you guess."

An Qingwan smiled and, like a ghost, "floated" into the distance, eventually entering the carriage.

Lan Xiaogu was stunned and speechless.

Guess? What does she have to guess with?

Is An Qingwan deliberately flirting with her?

……

The carriage traveled for another three days before finally arriving at the capital of Tanzhou.

In the past few days, the news of Lu Er and others' deaths had not yet spread widely, but new rumors had emerged in teahouses and taverns.

After rumors spread that the Taiqing Dao was plotting a rebellion, the Prince of Pingnan launched a heavy attack on the Taiqing Dao in order to distance himself from the matter.

The leader of the Taiqing Dao, Ning Chengkong, was attacked and his fate is unknown, while the second young master of the Taiqing Dao, Ning Buyi, escaped under the protection of his confidants.

It is said that he fled to Tanzhou.

"Right in Tanzhou? That's quite a coincidence."

PS: Thank you to book_ke1965874,_doucha_zongwai_zhenjun, and book_ke42903859051 for the knife blades.

Twenty-seven Sikong Tingxue

"There was a reason why Ning Buyi fled to Tanzhou in the chaos."

"You don't know?"

"Ning Chengkong was originally a scholar in Tanzhou. Because he failed the imperial examinations repeatedly, he killed the county's instructor in a fit of anger and joined a bandit gang. Many years have passed in the blink of an eye. Unexpectedly, not only was he not wiped out by the county, but he also transformed from a bandit into the leader of the Taiqing Dao."

"If it weren't for the Goddess of Xiaoxiang exposing his past, who knows how much trouble he would have caused."

"Although this wicked beast has harmed countless people, when you think about it, his life was even more legendary than those characters in those legendary novels."

As An Qingwan passed by a teahouse, she overheard people talking about Taiqing Road.

"If this weren't a martial arts world, Ning Chengkong would never have been defeated so quickly. If he had been allowed more time to develop, he might have become a major threat to the Southern Dynasties, like Sun En and Lu Xun, the pirate kings of the Jin Dynasty."

After a sigh, An Qingwan didn't take these things to heart.

The Taiqing Dao has dispersed, and what happens between the Pingnan Prince's Mansion and Ning Buyi is no longer her concern.

The carriage continued on its way, passing several cursing beggars, and arrived at a corner of the western part of the city.

Lan Xiaogu jumped down from the carriage, her skirt not yet fully falling off, when her gaze was immediately captured by the scene before her.

The high walls stand tall, and the dark blue tiles complement the sky blue color. The tall gate, though not gilded or silver-plated, is made of sandalwood with delicate grain that resembles flowing water.

This is an unassuming yet luxurious house.

And such a house...

"This is just a side house of yours?"

Lan Xiaogu found it unbelievable.

She knew Jin Xueyi was rich, but she never imagined she was this rich.

For the first time, she realized that she was not as good as Jin Xueyi. All the money she had earned so far could not afford this house.

Jin Xueyi nodded calmly: "It's because my father managed things well."

Mr. Su is indeed a business genius. The Su family was originally just a moderately wealthy family, but it was under his management that they accumulated a huge fortune.

Even though half of the Su family's business collapsed after his death, and the remaining half was barely managed, the money was still enough to make Jin Xueyi incredibly wealthy.

"You're so rich, why didn't you spend money to hire someone to kill Ironclad Ancestor for you before?" Lan Xiaogu asked curiously.

Jin Xueyi sighed, "Many people know that the Ironclad Gang is related to the Prince of Pingnan's Mansion, so they dare not provoke them. I also went to Tingfeng Pavilion, but Tingfeng Pavilion does not accept this mission."

"I forgot about that."

Lan Xiaogu nodded.

Su Zheqiu is the head of Tingfeng Pavilion, so why would he really help Jin Xueyi?

pity.

If it weren't for the "Eight Directions of Qimen Sword" lying in the way, with the skills of Master Su and Su Zheqiu, the Su family wouldn't have fallen to this state.

Led by Jin Xueyi, An Qingwan and Lan Xiaogu entered the house.

There are not many servants left in the mansion now, but the house is still kept in good order.

Hot rice, hot dishes, and hot water were served one after another.

"Miss An, the young lady asked us to help you bathe and change."

In the guest room, after pouring hot water into the bathtub, the maids of the manor respectfully addressed An Qingwan.

An Qingwan smiled and said, "No need to be so polite, I can do it myself. Although my eyesight is not good, it won't affect me much when I'm just taking a bath."

She persuaded the maids to leave and then took off her clothes one by one.

With light, graceful steps, her jade-like toes touched the steaming water, creating ripples.

Her entire body was submerged in the water, and the red flowers swayed like boats beside her wet, slippery shoulders and neck. The flickering candlelight further accentuated the glistening water, creating a mesmerizing and intoxicating effect.