Night fell.
Sister Qiao 'er sat under the roof in a daze.
"Girl."
Uncle Guo walked over and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing, nothing."
"You've been in Little Cold Village for a few years now. I can tell that you have something on your mind."
"I …"
"Girl, do you know the second disciple of the Sect of All Times? Every time you go out, you ask me to find out about him, "Uncle Guo said seriously.
Sister Qiao 'er lowered her head and said, "I used to know him."
Uncle Guo was not surprised by this answer. He said, "He's an existence that ordinary people like us can't reach. Quickly forget him and don't make things difficult for yourself."
Sister Qiao 'er said dejectedly, "I came to Lu Province from Southwest Yangzhou to Northeast Yangzhou to forget him. But even though the weather here is cold, it's hard to let go of my thoughts."
"Gulp."
Uncle Guo drank a mouthful of strong wine and said sadly, "I can understand because I also had a girl I liked when I was young. Her talent was better than mine and her realm was higher than mine. I could only look at her from afar like a fool."
Sister Qiao 'er was stunned.
Uncle Guo said, "After a long time, you've forgotten."
"After a long time, you've forgotten?" Sister Qiao 'er murmured and said, "Uncle Guo, I understand."
Uncle Guo got up and left.
Sister Qiao 'er sat under the roof and thought for a long time. Then, she took out a yellowed paper crane and said, "Brother Qingyang, I hope you become an indomitable expert."
"Whoosh!"
A gust of wind blew.
The paper crane flew out of her hand and into the sky.
Sister Qiao 'er looked up and watched it gradually disappear into the night. She said with heartache, "From today onwards, I'll cut off all thoughts."
…
Outside the village.
The paper crane floated down.
Li Qingyang caught it with his palm and said dejectedly, "Did she want to tear it up?"
"Yes."
Gongsun Haohai said.
Li Qingyang kept the paper crane in his spatial ring and turned around. "Let's go."
"Go?"
Gongsun Haohai was stunned.
He could tell that Li Qingyang had been secretly paying attention to the girl called Sister Qiao 'er. The two of them definitely had an unusual relationship.
Now that he had finally rushed over from Yangzhou in the southwest, was he in a hurry to leave without going out to meet him?
"Are you really leaving?"
"Yes."
"Alright."
Swoosh! Whoosh! "
The two of them disappeared outside the village.
Sister Qiao 'er, who had already returned to her room, seemed to have sensed something. She subconsciously looked at the spot outside the village where Li Qingyang had been standing and muttered, "Something left. Was it a stray cat?"
…
"Ta! Step! Ta! "
Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves rang out in the night, breaking the tranquility of the Little Cold Village and waking up Uncle Guo and the others who were sound asleep.
"Not good!"
"The bandits are here!"
Chaotic noises resounded in the air.
Suddenly, a group of ferocious-looking men in black riding on tall horses rushed out of the village.
They were the bandits that roamed Lu Zhou in the northeast all year round. Because the famous righteous sects had been hiding in their sects and didn't dare to come out easily, they began to commit crimes unscrupulously.
Uncle Guo rushed out of the house with a long spear.
As the only martial cultivator in the Little Han Village, he was also the security captain responsible for the safety of the entire village.
"F * ck you!"
The bandit leader got off his horse and sent Uncle Guo flying with a kick. Then, he ordered his subordinates to search for valuables and food.
"Uncle Guo!"
When Sister Qiao 'er saw Uncle Guo vomiting blood and lying on the ground, she hurriedly ran out of her room.
"Hmm?"
The bandit leader said in surprise, "There's actually a pretty girl in this remote village? Men, capture her and bring her back to the mountain to be my wife."
"Yes!"
A few ferocious bandits rushed over with swords and sabers.
"Girl …" Uncle Guo struggled to stand up and pushed Sister Qiao 'er to the back. With a ferocious expression, he said, "Run!"
"You can't run!"
One of the bandits chased after him.
"Whoosh!"
Uncle Guo poured a thin amount of spirit energy into his long spear and swung it. However, the other party easily dodged it and stabbed him with his sword.
"Slash!"
The cold sword pierced through his chest, and blood splattered on the snowy ground.
"Uncle Guo!"
Sister Qiao 'er, who had steadied herself, saw that Uncle Guo had been pierced by a sharp sword. Her beautiful face turned pale as she cried out involuntarily.
Coincidentally, the villagers were also chased out. When they saw that the only Martial Cultivator in the village was heavily injured, despair rose in their hearts.
"What a hindrance!"
The bandit drew his sword and kicked Uncle Guo away. Then, he walked toward Sister Qiao 'er.
"Bang!"
A stone flew past and hit his head.
The ten-year-old child picked up a small stone and held it in his hand. He glared at the bandit and said, "Don't hurt Sister Qiao 'er!"
The bandit turned around and walked over with his blood-stained sword. He grabbed the child and raised him up high. With a murderous aura, he said, "Little brat, you're courting death!"
Although the child was restrained, he was not afraid in the face of danger and shouted, "Sister Qiao 'er, run!"
"Run?"
The bandit leader snorted coldly and said, "It's useless for a woman that I like to run to the ends of the earth!"
At this moment, the other bandits had already approached Sister Qiao 'er.
"Don't … Don't come over!"
Sister Qiao 'er panicked and retreated step by step until she reached the corner of the wall. There was no way out.
"Boss."
The second bandit leader led his men out of the villager's room and cursed, "This village is so f * cking poor. There isn't even anything valuable, let alone banknotes."
"Same old rules."
The bandit leader ordered, "Burn it all."
"What about these people?"
"Take the woman and child away. Kill the rest."
"Alright."
The second bandit leader waved his hands hurriedly.
The bandits threw out the torches in their hands and walked toward the trembling villagers with their swords.
"Whoosh!"
A strong gust of wind blew.
The torches that were about to touch the houses were extinguished.
"Hmm?"
The bandits who were about to attack looked in the direction of the wind and suddenly saw a sword flash before their eyes.
"Pfft! Pfft! "
Blood splattered and heads flew everywhere.
When the bandit leader and the second bandit leader saw this, their eyes almost popped out of their sockets!
The bandits who were about to capture Sister Qiao 'er froze on the spot. An invisible pressure made them unable to move.
They could not move, but their minds could.
A strong aura of death instantly filled their hearts.
Although these bandits were weak in cultivation, their intuition was very accurate. A sharp sword suddenly appeared and slashed across their necks, mercilessly reaping their lives.
This scene happened very quickly. When the trembling villagers gradually calmed down, they realized that more than ten bandits around them were beheaded. Blood dyed the snow red!
The scene was very frightening.
The children were so frightened that they did not dare to look.
Sister Qiao 'er, who was still in shock, tried her best to raise her head. She saw a man in a red cloak standing in front of her. The sword in his hand was stained with blood, dripping from the tip of the sword to the ground.
Although his back was facing her and she could not see his face clearly, she felt very familiar. She could not help but call out, "Brother Qingyang!"
The person who suddenly appeared did not say anything. He walked step by step toward the bandit leader who was restrained by the pressure. Then, he placed his sword on the bandit leader's neck and said coldly, "You can forgive a natural disaster, but you can't survive a self-inflicted disaster."
This voice …
It's him. It's really him!
Sister Qiao 'er covered her mouth as tears fell like rain.
"Hero, don't … don't …"
"Pfft!"
The sword flashed, and the bandit leader's head flew off. Then, it fell to the snow. His face was forever frozen in fear.
The second bandit leader who was restrained saw his boss die just like that. The fear in his eyes intensified. Then, after the sword slashed across his body, his head separated from his body and he went to collect his lunch box.
All the bandits were killed.
The crisis of the Little Cold Village was resolved.
The man in the battle robe cleaned the bloodstains on his sword and elegantly sheathed it.
He was about to leave, but Sister Qiao 'er struggled to stand up and said, "Brother Qingyang, is that you?"
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