The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

An Qingwan inquired.

These words stunned the gloomy man.

"How many people? One, two, three..."

He started counting on his fingers, but by the time he got to three, he was already showing obvious impatience.

"I don't remember. Who would remember that? Do you remember how many bowls of rice you ate?"

An Qingwan sighed and drew her sword.

"Tell me what you want, and I can make your death easier."

The gloomy man laughed loudly: "I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

He ignored An Qingwan and lunged forward, his iron claws slashing down like hooks.

An Qingwan shook her head.

Because she is blind, she avoids fighting in open spaces, as enemies can easily kite her, use stealthy and insidious tactics, or create a lot of noise to distract her.

She preferred close-quarters combat, like that of Fan Jiuzhong's son.

"Since you miss your father so much, then go and keep him company."

Instead of retreating, An Qingwan advanced, thrusting out her sword. Her attack, though delayed, struck first, the blade piercing straight into the heart of the gloomy man.

The gloomy man, still in the downward chopping position, lowered his head and suddenly grinned.

"Hehehehe, if I die, you die too!"

He was laughing when his head lolled to the side and he stopped breathing.

But his body was still shaking.

Dozens of pitch-black insects suddenly poured out of his mouth, ears, and nostrils.

These insects exploded, turning into a sky full of black mist.

Although An Qingwan couldn't see, she had already sensed the danger.

She tried to jump away, but just as she was about to rise on her tiptoes, she put her foot back down.

This jump might scare away the remaining two. We absolutely cannot let them escape, or there will be endless trouble later.

The black mist spread, and An Qingwan let out a muffled groan as she touched the back of her hand.

"No, it's poisonous!"

She hurriedly retreated and channeled her inner energy, causing a layer of frost to form on her hands, and her face to become transparent again.

However, just a moment later, she suddenly started coughing.

puff--

A mouthful of blood spurted from his throat, and his previously translucent and eerie face returned to normal, becoming unusually pale.

This scene caused Jin Xueyi's expression to change drastically.

She never expected that the Poison Taoist would have such a backup plan.

This is bad. Can An Qingwan, who has been poisoned, still be a match for the remaining two?

If An Qingwan can't beat her, then she's even less capable.

If you can't beat her, you naturally won't get what she wants.

Jin Xueyi gripped the plum blossom dart tightly. Now, all she could do was wait and see if she could find an opportunity to secretly lend An Qingwan a hand.

As she pondered these thoughts, a burst of laughter erupted outside the Ten Mile Pavilion.

"No matter how fast the sword is, it is still just a blind man."

"Zhou Laohei, you're so smart. If you hadn't encouraged Fan Fengzi to go out and fight her, we might not have been able to handle her with our strength."

Two more people emerged from the reeds.

The man was tall and strong, resembling a farmer from the Yan and Zhao regions.

One of them was short and thin, like a peddler going from street to street.

If they hadn't come forward on their own initiative, who would have thought that these two "honest men" were actually the infamous Poison Taoist?

The dwarf's eyes gleamed with lust, his excitement boundless: "This young lady is truly... oh my, her skin, her luster, and although I can't see her feet, they must be rare treasures in this world. To get such beautiful feet, even being trampled to death would be worth it."

Zhou Laohei punched him directly: "Stop talking nonsense and get down to business."

The dwarf winced in pain, but wasn't angry. He laughed and said:

“Young lady An, if you don’t hand over the things, I’ll strip you naked and do your thing right here. Not only that, I’ll also drag you around the streets so that everyone in Zhen’an County can see your body.”

This move was extremely ruthless, and Jin Xueyi's forehead veins bulged as she heard it.

Just as she was about to make a move, An Qingwan spoke up.

She asked the same question again.

"What exactly do you want?"

Old Zhou frowned, then roared, "Still playing dumb with me? If that thing isn't in Wu Qingcheng's hands, it can only be in yours. Luo the Cripple, tell her to understand the situation. Want to be a hero? Is being a hero so easy?!"

The short man called Luo the Cripple immediately stepped forward.

He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

To Zhou Laohei's surprise, Luo the Cripple suddenly stopped moving after walking up to An Qingwan.

He's clearly a lecherous devil with no desire to get away with anything, but now he's playing the chivalrous card?

"Luo the Cripple, what are you waiting for?"

Zhou Laohei was so angry that he was about to slap Luo the Cripple, but suddenly he noticed a tiny tear in Luo the Cripple's clothes on the back, with blood gushing out from the tear.

not good!

Zhou Laohei's body stiffened.

A sword was held against his neck, and the hand holding the sword was An Qingwan's hand.

"You're not poisoned?"

Zhou Laohei's face really turned black this time.

An Qingwan asked again, "Can you tell me what you want now?"

Only then did Zhou Laohei realize that the thing was truly no longer in An Qingwan's hands.

If he had known this would happen, why would he have provoked An Qingwan?

He was filled with regret and wanted to cry but had no tears.

“I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you. It’s a sword technique called ‘The Eight Directions of Qimen’. A hundred years ago, the Old Man of Heavenly Secrets used this sword technique to become famous in the martial arts world, which made the Demonic Sect dare not set foot in the East. Half a month ago, there was a rumor in the martial arts world that ‘The Eight Directions of Qimen’ was in the Ironclad Gang, so the four of us came all the way south from the northern desert to get here.”

Not surprising then.

In the martial arts world, whenever a secret manual or divine weapon is lost, it inevitably stirs up a bloody storm.

Unfortunately, this bloodshed and turmoil fell on Zhen'an County.

"Why don't you go and keep them company?"

An Qingwan swung her sword, and Zhou Laohei's head flew into the air.

Sheath the sword.

An Qingwan turned around and called out the way she came, "Miss Jin, aren't you going to show yourself?"

Jin Xueyi hesitated for a moment, but still gritted her teeth and went out.

She actually wanted to escape.

Because things didn't go as she expected, but she was afraid she couldn't escape, even though An Qingwan was blind.

“Miss An, I actually wanted to help you, but in the blink of an eye, you…”

An Qingwan said, "Miss Jin, there's no need to explain. Please help me send these people back first."

"Oh, good."

Jin Xueyi dared not act recklessly and diligently helped An Qingwan send back the twenty people that the poison Taoists had captured from the nearby villages one by one.

Some of them, out of gratitude, insisted on having them stay overnight.

Although they politely declined, the delay still brought it to midnight.

"Miss An, are we heading back to the county now?"

Just as Jin Xueyi opened her mouth, she suddenly saw An Qingwan lean against her.

She instinctively tried to push An Qingwan away, but then heard An Qingwan say in a weak voice.

"Don't push me, let me lean on you for a bit."

what?

Jin Xueyi turned her head and saw that under the clear moonlight after the rain, An Qingwan's face was deathly pale.

"Heroine An, you..."

An Qingwan said, "It was the effect of that poisonous fog that kept me going."

Jin Xueyi exclaimed in surprise, "Why didn't you say so sooner, Miss An? I would have taken you to see a doctor right away."

An Qingwan said, "No need, it's alright, just one night's sleep, one night will be enough..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it finally stopped.

Jin Xueyi quickly reached out to check; the person was still breathing, not dead, and their breathing and pulse were generally stable, so they seemed to be really alright.

So, was he just asleep?

She dared not move.

I stood there for a long time.

She smiled only after she was certain that An Qingwan was truly fast asleep.

"Hehe, An Qingwan, you've finally fallen into my hands!"

Jin Xueyi picked up An Qingwan in a princess carry and ran away.

Based on the conversation I just overheard, it's highly likely that the "Eight Directions Blade of Qimen" isn't with An Qingwan.

But what if An Qingwan is a clever con artist?

Jin Xueyi ran happily.

They were completely unaware that An Qingwan was actually awake.

Poisoning?

I lied to the Poison Taoist, and I'll lie to you too!

P.S.: This book is set in a fictional world, but for the sake of immersion and ease of understanding, the maps are based on real-world maps, just enlarged a bit.

Seven beautiful women are the most likely to deceive.

Jin Xueyi carried An Qingwan and ran for half an hour.

When she stopped, a hotel came into view.

A blue banner fluttered at the hotel entrance, and colorful wildflowers bloomed outside, creating a romantic scene along the roadside at the foot of the mountain.

Jin Xueyi walked to the hotel entrance and knocked lightly five times, three long and two short.

Shortly after, the hotel door opened, revealing a pair of slightly cloudy eyes.

"Young Miss, you're back."

The old man behind the door looked at An Qingwan, whom Jin Xueyi was holding.

The young lady actually brought back a strange woman?

Although puzzled, the old man said nothing and stepped aside to welcome Jin Xueyi in.

"Uncle Li, could you please prepare a bowl of detoxifying powder and some Panax notoginseng powder for me and bring it to the cellar? I need it very much."