After thinking for a long time and changing it over and over again, he finally decided to let Brother Yan start his Jianghu journey like a blank piece of paper. Writing it this way might be a little risky, but the swordsman would try his best to write it well.
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This was the first time Wang Yan had traveled far from home, and he finally understood the meaning of the three words' travelling is difficult '. Even though he had the map left behind by Elder Chen, it still took him two whole days to get out of the deep mountains and forests. After that, he spent another half of the day crossing the desolate and uninhabited boundaries. Finally, on the third evening after leaving the Proud Sword Villa, he finally encountered the first densely populated place after leaving the mountains. It was a small town called' Mingkang '.
"It really wasn't easy."
Wang Yan, wearing an ice silk bamboo hat and a long black robe, stood on the uneven dirt road in front of the town with a long sword in his hand. He looked back at the horizon and the Sword Greeting Mountain under the setting sun seemed to be reflected in his eyes. Even though it had only been a few days, Wang Yan knew that the distance between him and the Aojian Villa was like the distance between the sky and the earth.
It might sound unreal, but it was the truth. The Primordial Dawn Mountain was located in the middle of the Nanyue Province. Its back was against the Tai Yue Mountain Range that cut across the province, and its east was connected to the Nu Cangjiang River that flowed through three provinces. As for the west and south, they were surrounded by the vast Sky Blade Plain. The mountain gate of the Aojian Villa was facing the southwest.
Wang Yan was brought out of the Sword Greeting Mountain by Elder Chen and thrown into the Tai Yue Mountain Range. When he finally made it out of the deep mountains and forests, he was separated from the Aojian Villa by the entire Tai Yue Mountain Range. If he did not have the Qinggong to climb the steep cliffs of the Sword Greeting Mountain, he would have to go around the Tai Yue Mountain Range and enter the eastern part of the Nanyue Province through the Sword Gate Pass near the Nu Cangjiang River. Then, he would have to go up the river and return to the mountain gate. The distance was more than a thousand miles. With Wang Yan's current speed, it would be considered fast to walk for half a year.
Therefore, for Wang Yan, who was now in the northern part of Nanyue Province, the distance between him and the Aojian Villa was the most appropriate description. It was also because of this that Wang Yan understood how vast the world was. The Mt. Yuan Xia, which he once thought was the center of the world, was only a tiny corner of this boundless world.
"Perhaps it really will take two or three years before I can return to the sect."
Wang Yan watched as the sun set over the mountains in the distance. He turned around and walked toward the small town in front of him. Perhaps it was because it was getting late, but it was hard to see anyone outside the town. Only a few black-faced men wearing hemp clothes and holding sticks and knives squatted at the entrance of the town. Without waiting for Wang Yan to approach, the men all stood up. Among them, a bald man with a slanted eyebrow and a nine-ringed knife walked out of the crowd and shouted at Wang Yan, "Stop, what are you doing?"
The bald man looked up and down as he walked toward Wang Yan. However, Wang Yan did not wait for the bald man to approach him. His whole body suddenly became alert. His left foot took half a step back and his right hand gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. This was the standard posture of drawing a sword.
Seeing Wang Yan's reaction, the stuttering baldy did not show any signs of fear. Instead, he turned his head to the men behind him and said mockingly, "Oh, there's someone who dares to provoke us. Brothers …"
Without waiting for the bald man to finish speaking, Wang Yan's eyes flashed with fierceness. He only thought that the man was about to call his men to attack together. He, who was used to bloodshed, decided to make the first move!
Shing!
With a sword's cry, a sword light flashed across the bald man's neck. The man still had a mocking smile on his face, but a line of blood appeared on his neck. Then, his head was sprayed into the air by the blood that gushed out from the severed neck.
"Did he … kill someone?"
The men, who were smiling and slapping the sticks in their hands, were stunned when they saw the bald man's head was cut off. However, one of them reacted quickly. He immediately turned around and ran. As he ran, he shouted, "Murder! Murder!"
Only then did the others come to their senses. One by one, they threw away the sticks in their hands and ran toward the town.
Wang Yan's expression became incomparably strange. He had never imagined that things would turn out like this. He had originally thought that there would be a fierce battle. More importantly, he had killed the baldy with a single slash, but he had not received any experience points. After following Gu Xiaoyue for more than half a month, Wang Yan had come to understand something very important. There was a difference between killing players and NPCs. If he killed players, he would receive EXP and a piece of loot. If he killed NPCs, however, he wouldn't receive any EXP. However, he could obtain all the items on the NPCs, including clothes, shoes, and other common items.
This meant that the bald man was just an ordinary NPC. Moreover, his martial arts skills were not good. He knew that just by looking at how he did not react to the sword just now. Wang Yan could not help but frown. He felt that he was a little rash just now. With the bald man's martial arts skills and those timid men, these people could not pose any threat to him at all.
After all, Wang Yan had no experience in Jianghu. He was like a blank piece of paper when he first stepped into Jianghu. All his knowledge was still stuck in the days when he was in the Aojian Villa. He was used to striking first and killing people when he struck.
Wang Yan bent down and quickly searched the corpse. He found half a string of copper coins and a wooden plate with the words "Black Water" carved on it. Then, he glanced at the town that was bustling with noise and turned around to use his Qinggong to run into the distance. Although he did not know the situation in the town, he believed that someone would definitely come out to deal with this matter. Wang Yan did not want to be surrounded and attacked at that time.
However, before Wang Yan could run far, he felt the ground shake. The sound of horses' hooves entered his ears. He looked back and saw dozens of people on horses rushing out of the town like a gust of wind. The people on the horses had black scarves tied around their heads. They were dressed in short clothes and held a horse-slaying broadsword that was half the length of a person. They were unbelievably capable. They were a world of difference from the bald man's group.
When Wang Yan saw the situation, he immediately knew that he had made a mistake. However, he was also a person who lived on the edge of a knife. Although he was alone, he did not panic. He looked to his left and right and saw that there was a White Birch forest on the east side of the town. He immediately tapped his feet on the ground and madly circulated his internal energy. He circulated his Vigorous Footwork to the extreme and sprinted towards the White Birch forest.
However, the Power Walking Skill was only the lowest Qinggong flying skill. Even if Wang Yan pushed it to the extreme, how could it be faster than a healthy horse? In less than a dozen breaths, the dozens of elite people on horses had caught up with Wang Yan more than a hundred meters behind him. Among them, a naked man with a curly beard shouted, "Thief, where are you going?!"
Before his voice died away, the man squeezed the horse's abdomen with his legs and slapped the horse's thigh with the back of his broadsword. The strong horse he was sitting on rushed out. The man and the horse immediately rushed toward Wang Yan like an arrow leaving the bow.
Thud thud thud …
The sound of the horse's hooves was getting closer. Wang Yan looked at the birch forest in the distance. It was at least half a mile away. He knew that it was impossible to continue running like crazy. He immediately turned his head slightly and peeked. He saw that the curly bearded man was already twenty to thirty meters behind him.
"Go to hell!"
The roar came again, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind. At the moment when the sound entered his ears, Wang Yan's feet moved, and his whole body turned back in a strange arc. The next moment, the horse-slaying broadsword wrapped in the strong wind swept past Wang Yan's face, almost sticking to the veil of the bamboo hat!
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