The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

Liu Keren gave a cold laugh.

She had only killed her husband of more than ten years, yet there was not a trace of sorrow on her face.

She has never loved anyone else; she only loves herself. So why should she grieve?

Liu Keren lifted Gongsun Yang's hand and wiped away the blood-written words hidden under his hand.

She intended to leave immediately, but after reaching the door, she turned back and stuffed a dead Miao Gu worm into a crack in the wall.

After finishing all this, she hurriedly left, carrying the severed head.

A quarter of an hour later.

Old Huang led Gongsun Hongdie, who had only recently returned to Moyu Valley, into the courtyard.

As soon as the two entered the courtyard, they smelled the pungent stench of blood. Gongsun Hongdie's expression immediately changed, and she rushed into the house, only to glance inside.

"father!"

After a piercing scream, Gongsun Hongdie fainted.

Old Huang was shocked.

"Miss, Master!"

Under the dim moonlight, no one knew what had happened there for a time.

It was all because a group of people appeared at the entrance of Moyu Valley.

A summer breeze swept across the hills, suddenly bringing with it a strange floral fragrance.

Amidst the fragrance of flowers, four girls dressed in red appeared on a low peak beside the valley entrance, each carrying a flower basket. They were scattering colorful petals from their baskets.

As the petals danced in the wind, a bluish shadow slowly emerged amidst the colorful falling blossoms.

He was a middle-aged man whose skin was as white and lustrous as jade.

He was a middle-aged man dressed in a Taoist robe, holding a whisk, and wearing a beaded crown.

He stood there quietly, like a brilliant jade carving, or a celestial being descending to earth.

At this moment.

In this Black Jade Valley.

Even those who have never met him know who he is.

"An Qingwan, you were looking for me, so here I am!"

An Qingwan raised her head.

The Taoist priest lowered his head.

A full moon, with flowers falling from the sky.

From the shores of Dongting Lake to the deep valley of Moyu.

The two finally met.

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Eighty-four swords without a sword are better than swords with a sword! [3k]

The appearance of the Joyful Taoist was something no one had expected.

Even An Qingwan, who came specifically for him, didn't expect this.

But he still came after all.

His arrival will inevitably change the situation tonight.

Those members of Moyu Valley who had already packed their belongings and were preparing to escape all stopped.

They decided to wait and see for a while longer.

If the Taoist of Joy can defeat An Qingwan, then they will no longer need to run away.

With such a vast fortune in Moyu Valley, who would willingly give it up unless absolutely necessary?

Everyone watched.

Looking at the two, Huanxi Daoren and An Qingwan, who were facing off.

night.

A cool yet bright night.

In the night, the air is filled with the rich fragrance of flowers.

This was supposed to be a gentle summer night.

But anyone with eyes can see that this is a gentle smile hiding a knife.

An Qingwan is blind and has to rely on sound and smell to determine the enemy's location.

Now that the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers, it will be much harder to catch enemies by scent.

An Qingwan gently stroked the blade of the sword in her hand and laughed: "It seems you came prepared."

The Happy Taoist was also smiling; confident people always like to smile.

"You've made thorough preparations along the way, so how can I not put in extra effort to live up to your dedication?"

An Qingwan said, "Five years ago, you last appeared in the martial arts world. Since then, there has been no news of you. Now you have suddenly come out and come to this land of Bashu. What is your purpose?"

The Joyful Taoist flicked his whisk lightly: "Everyone has their own secrets."

An Qingwan nodded and said, "That's true."

The Happy Taoist said, "If you are willing to tell me one of your secrets, I will tell you why I came here."

An Qingwan asked, "What secret of mine do you want to know?"

The joyful Taoist asked, "Who exactly is your master? What is your true age?"

This is a question that concerns everyone in the martial arts world right now.

There is no shortage of promising young people in the martial arts world.

For example, the famous Three Eccentrics of Tingyun Manor were already fearsome first-class swordsmen when they were teenagers.

But An Qingwan was the most different.

She is blind.

How could a blind man, who appears to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, develop such profound swordsmanship and inner strength?

No one knows.

But An Qingwan knew more than just that.

Her lightness skill was so superb that she could leap ten zhang in one bound.

Her finger technique was so skillful that she could catch veiled sarcasm.

If you were to say that she was truly just a budding young girl as she appeared, probably few people in this world would believe it.

Most people in the martial arts world believe that An Qingwan's real age is probably more than double, and she might even be an old woman in her sixties or seventies who is proficient in the art of rejuvenation.

An Qingwan said, "These are two issues."

The Joyful Taoist laughed and said, "This is essentially the same problem."

An Qingwan said, "I'm sorry, it seems I won't be able to find out your true purpose."

The Happy Taoist said, "I am also very sorry."

The two stopped talking.

The silence lasted for more than ten breaths.

Until the Taoist priest took out an exquisitely crafted jade flute from his waist.

The Taoist priest Huanxi played his flute in front of him.

"This piece is called 'Desert Dust,' and it is played today to bid you farewell."

As soon as he finished speaking, a desolate and mournful flute melody suddenly echoed through the empty valley.

This piece of music is no ordinary piece.

Although the Taoist priest was clearly standing in front, An Qingwan felt that the music was coming from all directions, making it impossible to tell where the musician was standing.

Moreover, listening to this piece of music for just a short while can actually induce a sense of world-weariness.

The world is vast and desolate; the green mountains and clear waters have all vanished, leaving only dust and sand everywhere.

What a hopeless world this is!

How utterly hopeless it must be to live in such a hopeless world?

It would be better to die now.

An Qingwan exclaimed in surprise, "So this is an extremely profound internal martial art. You are much more powerful than I imagined. No wonder even with the strength of that fake Huanxi Daoist, he was willing to be your substitute."

No one answered.

The only answer she received was the sound of footsteps, countless footsteps.

The fragrance of flowers and the sound of flutes made it impossible for her to judge how many enemies she was facing.

Perhaps there is only one person.

Perhaps hundreds or thousands of people.

This is ultimately a risky situation.

An Qingwan thought so.

Those who can see it believe this even more.

After the Taoist priest Huanxi blew his jade flute, fourteen people emerged from the darkness.

Four of these fourteen people are particularly special.

They wore identical clothes, had identical hairstyles, held identical knives, and looked exactly alike.

"The Four Eccentrics of Shazhou! What are they doing here?"

The Four Eccentrics of Shazhou are quadruplets, each of whom is no weaker than the Iron-Clad Ancestor on their own. When they are together, their strength is even more extraordinary.

They used to run rampant in Anxi, but they never expected to come to this Bashu region. What's even more unexpected is that they would obey the orders of the Happy Taoist!

Even if their abilities are inferior to those of the Joyful Taoist, why should they obey orders?

Those who witnessed this scene felt their hearts pounding.

The Taoist Huanxi's arrival in Sichuan and Chongqing is probably not solely for the Great Qi's secret treasure; he must have a much bigger scheme!

Besides the Four Eccentrics of Shazhou, upon closer inspection, the group discovered that the other ten were also well-known figures in the martial arts world.

There were fourteen people in total, each occupying a side, their steps linked together, forming an extremely profound formation.

"Alright, alright, An Qingwan is doomed this time!"

"An Qingwan, you are arrogant and trespassed into Moyu Valley. This is your fate!"

The onlookers in Moyu Valley were thrilled.

They were certain that An Qingwan had no way out.

In fact, it wasn't just them; even the Taoist Huanxi thought so.

An Qingwan said he came prepared, which is certainly true.

But his preparations were far more extensive than An Qingwan had imagined.

Although he had never seen An Qingwan draw her sword in person, he had already gained a fairly good understanding of her swordsmanship characteristics just from hearing others describe it.

An Qingwan's sword is an elusive sword.

Whether it's the deadly sword strike displayed by the Ironclad Gang or the celestial being descending gracefully from the shores of Dongting Lake and Jiangling City, the essence ultimately lies in speed.

The former is coldly fast, while the latter is gloriously fast.

A fast sword is certainly not bad.