On the training grounds of the Emerald Willow Villa, nearly fifty manor guards dressed in emerald green uniforms lined up in unison in a few rows.
In front of them stood five people in different clothes.
One of them was in his early thirties and was holding a horsetail whisk.
The other man was short and in his forties. He had a haughty expression on his face and held a long sword in his hand.
As for the other three, they were dressed in light yellow. They looked similar, so it was likely they were brothers.
One of them had a scar on his face that stretched from his left eyebrow all the way to his chin.
In front of them, Cai Tong's corpse was lying on the ground.
On the stone steps in front of the courtyard stood two people dressed in luxurious clothing, one in front and one behind. The person behind him looked respectful as he stood there. This person was the Chief Steward of the Emerald Willow Villa, Yue Zhi Zhong.
The person in front was in his early fifties and was slightly fat. He was the owner of the Emerald Willow Villa, Yue Liushan.
At this moment, he looked at the dozens of people standing in front of him with a furious expression.
"A great humiliation!" This is such a shame! "
His tone was indignant.
When had the Emerald Willow Villa ever been humiliated like this?
A dozen or so guards watched helplessly as an accomplice was killed by a teenage boy. He walked away unharmed. This was something that had never happened before.
"And this is in Yue Yang's realm, when did Emerald Willow Villa ever suffer such humiliation! I don't want to hear anything else about this youth, I only want to hear news of his death. Moreover, he must die at the hands of the Emerald Willow Villa! "
He spoke slowly, with a deep tone and a cold glint in his eyes.
"Tonight, all of you are going to search for that kid. If there is any news, remember not to alert the enemy. Hurry back and report!"
The tens of men gave a low grunt of assent before leaving the manor.
The man with a scar on his face cupped his fist and said, "The Three Flood Dragons of the Yangtze River are willing to share the worries of the manor lord!"
With that, he left the manor with the other two.
It turned out that these three people were indeed brothers. The scar-faced man was the eldest, Zhou Jiang, the second was Zhou Hai, and the third was Zhou Hu, the Horned Flood Dragon.
Seeing this, the Daoist Priest also nodded and said, "Wait for me to go and capture that brat!"
After he finished speaking, he stomped his feet on the ground and climbed over the courtyard wall like a roc before vanishing into the night.
Yue Liushan looked at the sword wielding man who didn't make a sound and had an arrogant expression. A cold ray of light shot out from his eyes.
"Mr Zuo is not with the Misty Cloud Sword, why don't you go?"
"For the sake of a weak-crowned youth, do you still need us to go all out?"
Zuo Wuji's tone was filled with disdain.
"I know that Mister Zuo's sword technique is in the northern part of Xiang, so I think that if Mister Zuo can make a move, then that young man will definitely be your target!"
"Since Manor Lord thinks so highly of me, then I will leave this place!"
Zuo Wuji didn't finish his words. He turned around and left in big strides.
It was already late at night.
Wu Hen accompanied the little girl who was kneeling in front of her grandfather's grave, unwilling to leave.
He silently looked at the little girl who had lost her last family member, and a trace of pity appeared in his heart.
The little girl was thin, just like him. Maybe because she had been wandering in the Jianghu for a long time, she had no way to eat three meals. Therefore, her figure was thin and her figure was short.
Wu Hen was thinking about how to take care of this little girl. If he placed her in Yue Yang City, it was possible that she would fall into the hands of the Emerald Willow Villa sooner or later.
In the distance, the night owl was crying, making people feel even more desolate in the silence of the night.
A lonely grave, a lonely woman, a young man, and a donkey, in this quiet night in the wilderness, seemed very desolate and strange.
It was a good thing that there was a moon in the sky, a faint yellow waning moon.
In the dusky night, a figure slowly appeared ten meters away from the lone grave.
The shadow had a sword in his hand.
"You are the young man who killed the person from the Tsui Willow Villa?"
A slightly gloomy and arrogant voice sounded.
The little girl was shocked. She abruptly stood up and looked around.
Wu Hen slowly turned his head and saw a short man also looking at him under the moonlight.
"You're looking for me?"
He seemed surprised.
"I'm naturally looking for you."
"You want to take revenge for the vat?"
"No, I just wanted to kill you."
The little girl screamed. It was as if he had seen a ghost.
Wu Hen walked over and gently patted her shoulder, which was still trembling slightly.
"You go to the donkey. It's okay."
His eyes were shining, brighter than the stars in the sky.
The little girl suddenly calmed down, and the fear in her heart was swept away.
Wu Hen slowly drew his sword and pointed it at the man.
"I'm called Zuo Wuji, Zuo Wuji of the Misty Cloud Sword of the Heavenly Court."
That person slowly said with a haughty tone.
"I don't want to kill anyone."
Wu Hen grinned. He was pure and innocent.
"Clang!" Zuo Wuji drew his sword from its scabbard and a cold glint that was as cold as water brought out a shadow as it issued a dragon cry.
"But even rabbits bite if they get anxious."
Wu Hen was still as carefree as ever, as if the person standing in front of him was not the person who came for his life, but a friend he had met after a long separation.
Zuo Wuji's sword vibrated as he thrust it forward.
In his eyes, this youth was already like a dead man. Although he also had a sword, he absolutely believed that the sword in his hand, as well as his own sword technique, were there.
Formless Blade also faced it head on. The two swords clashed, and in the quiet night, a crisp sound of collision could be heard.
As the Misty Dawn Sword expanded in length, he attacked several times in a row.
Zuo Buwei learned from Mount Hengshan, which was originally the Misty Rain Sword Sect of Mount Hengshan.
He was the last disciple of Mount Hengshan's Sect Leader, Chen Chengliu.
Misty Rain Sword Art: elegant and graceful, as dense as a light drizzle.
Of the thirty-six moves of the Misty Rain Sword, none of them were fatal. All of them were fatal and would at most cripple the limbs. This was very much in line with the Buddha family's great mercy of letting others off the hook.
However, this was not his natural nature. Instead of being kind, he had changed his swordsmanship into evilness.
When these swords attacked, they were sinister and vicious to the extreme.
With a twist of Wu Hen's wrist, the sword turned back to its original shape, as if it had always been in his hand.
"Ding! Ding!" Several sounds rang out as the continuous sword slashes aimed at his lower abdomen.
Zuo Wuji revealed an expression of surprise and coldness.
He had never thought that this skinny youth could dodge three of his attacks.
However, he saw that Formless Blade was extremely agile, and his moves were extremely fast. Furthermore, his movements were so fast that ordinary people would not even dare to imagine it, causing a trace of astonishment to appear in his heart.
At the same time, it deepened his determination to kill Wu Hen.
Not for the bounty of the Emerald Willow Villa, but for this youth possessing a profound sword art.
This was the hatred and jealousy of a swordsman towards another swordsman.
In the martial world, it was precisely because of this hatred and envy that there were so many unfathomable killings.
Formless Star's eyes were like lightning as he looked at this sinister Zuo Wuji.
Suddenly, he turned defense into offense. The Sword of the Pure Yuan was like a pool of clear water as it continuously attacked.
Zuo Wuji swung his sword, and under the dim light of the yellow moon, both swords exploded.
After a dozen or so slashes, Zuo Wuji was forced to take five steps back. Sweat had already appeared on his temples.
His sword skills were not considered top-notch, but he was very confident that in Yue Yang's world, he would not fear anyone.
However, he forgot that Wu Hen was not Yue Yang's.
Therefore, this was the first time that he felt panic in his heart, a fear that a great catastrophe was about to befall him.
The traceless sword was impenetrable, continuous and powerful.
This was the first time that he completely unleashed the seventeen sword strikes he had been reprimanding the donkey with to his heart's content.
With a groan, Zuo Wuji stepped back as a stream of blood flowed out from his right hand that held the sword.
Traceless long hair fluttered in the wind. His eyes were clear and clear. However, the usual smile was gone from the corners of his mouth.
"All of you are bullying the good, killing the innocent, and yet you are still so confident and confident in coming here to seek revenge! Do you really think that this area belongs to the Emerald Willow Villa!? "
For the first time, his voice had become fierce, like his Sword of Clear Origin.
The little girl watched from afar, suddenly standing up straight from her cowardice.
She gazed at Wu Hen's back, his long hair fluttering in the wind. Although he was as skinny as a monkey, in her eyes, he was as tall and big as a god.
Zuo Wuji's hand that was holding the sword was trembling as blood dripped down from the sword onto the ground.
"Go back and tell the master of the Emerald Willow Villa that one day, I will personally pay him a visit!"
Wu Hen slowly retracted his sword, looking at this sinister and cold Zuo Wuji, he said calmly.
Zuo Wuji's heart was on the verge of collapse. He could not imagine how he had been struck by that sword just now!
He knew very well that if it weren't for Wu Hen taking a bit of the brunt of the impact at the last moment, his arm would have been reduced to dust.
He forcefully cupped his fist and left without a word.
Within the Emerald Willow Villa, Zuo Buwei was the one with the strongest martial arts, except for Yue Liushan.
But he had lost, and he was convinced of his defeat.
The little girl slowly walked over and looked into his shining eyes. Her eyes were filled with joy and adoration.
Wu Hen suddenly grinned. His smile was bright and brilliant, pure and innocent.
"Didn't scare you just now, right?"
The little girl shook her head. Although she was clearly afraid, she still shook her head resolutely.
"I'm called Xiao Li, what's your brother's name?"
"My name is Wu Hen."
"Wu Hen …" "
Xiao Li mumbled to himself, as if he was trying to remember this name.
Actually, it wasn't. It was just once, but this name had already been engraved into her heart.
Author Xiaoxiang Zhouzi
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