Chapter 53: The Legendary Champion Returns to Lin'an, the Sword Disappears in the Boy's Hand

There are no tigers in the mountains with gold and frost, and there are dragons in the water with swords and stars.

There was silence at the intersection of Qingbo Street.

At some point, the hurried figures on the long street disappeared without a trace, as if they had been cleared out on purpose.

The burly coachman stood on the shaft of the carriage, holding a knife and saluting Anle.

The atmosphere was not chilling, but rather there was a hint of helplessness floating around.

An Le, carrying rice wine and beef, looked at the driver with a knife who was bathing in the starry night, and frowned slightly.

He looked at the chariot behind the driver: "Luo Qingchen wants to kill me? Is anyone else in the car?"

The burly coachman Zhushan raised his head, his face full of bitterness: "Don't worry, Mr. An, sir is not in the car."

"Sir, I don't know about Zhushan's visit this time."

The burly coachman himself was unwilling to take action against Anle. He knew that Anle was holding a small holy order and was protected by Lin Mansion's Jade Guanyin, which was beyond the reach of his mere coachman.

But...he didn't have a chance to make a choice.

Young Master Qin found him and asked him to kill Anle. If he could kill Anle, the now heartless Luo Qingchen could leave Lin'an Mansion safely and return to Qingzhou.

Because Luo Qingchen rejected Qin Qianqiu's request, Qin Qianqiu's domineering temperament would definitely not let Luo Qingchen leave Lin'an easily, and he would not be able to protect or even leave Lin'an.

Coachman Zhushan followed Luo Qingchen all the way from Qingzhou, watched the rise of his building, and accompanied him when it collapsed. It can be said that he was the closest to Luo Qingchen in Lin'an.

He even went so far as to say that Luo Qingchen had a life-saving grace from him.

Zhushan knew how painful Luo Qingchen was. Now that his husband had finally made the decision to return to Qingzhou, he couldn't leave because of his youth.

Therefore, Zhushan agreed to Qin Qianqiu to fight Anle.

"Only if Mr. An dies can Mr. An live." Zhushan looked at Anle, guilt gradually appearing on his face.

"Perhaps some of the dust caused by the young master will be washed away from your heart. Most importantly, you can leave Lin'an and return to Qingzhou, back to the place where the dream began."

Therefore, this is the reason why the coachman Zhushan carries a knife at night.

The burly coachman Zhushan looked at the young man in white clothes and snow under the stars. His eyes under the bamboo hat revealed a hint of shame.

"Mr. An, I have offended you so much."

"If Mr. Zhu Shanyuan can return to Qingzhou, he can only ask Mr. An to go on his way."

Zhushan raised his sword and bowed again.

Then he jumped down from the shaft of the carriage, his feet felt like they were touching the ground, and the majestic energy and blood surged under his skin, like a thunderous wave hitting a table, exploding his eardrums!

Under the starlight, Anle was stunned when he heard the words. He looked at the coachman who looked guilty but still held the knife and was full of vitality. His eyes were not much touched.

"The slave shares the master's worries, but you have to use my life to perform an act of loyalty. I admire your loyalty and courage, but I will not hold back because of this."

"Also, if you came to kill me, could you ask Luo Qingchen about his wishes? If you die, he may really be alone in Lin'an Mansion."

"Even if Luo Qingchen comes to kill me for your revenge, he may be killed by the stronger person who protects me, fulfilling the wishes of the person who ordered you to kill me."

Anle said softly.

The sound was like a loud bell, shaking Zhushan, the coachman, at a loss for a moment.

Will sir... take revenge for his death?

An Le didn't say anything else, and slowly put down the old rice wine and beef wrapped in oil paper, and placed them neatly by the roadside.

Then he stood up and looked at the burly coachman Zhushan, who was holding a broad-faced sword with a ghost head and a slightly dazed expression. He took off the inkchi from his waist. The inkchi was unsheathed and the tip of the sword was touching the ground.

Anle calmly looked at the burly coachman Zhushan, waiting for his choice.

In fact, Anle could guess who was the person who forced Zhushan to kill him. There was no one else but Qin Qianqiu. He invited Zhushan but he refused, so he immediately arranged for Zhushan to kill him.

In the eyes of many people, the backer of his happiness is the Lin Mansion and Mrs. Hua, but in the eyes of Qin Qianqiu, such a backer is in vain, and it even increases his determination to kill.

If he had not held the Little Holy Order and had the rules of the Holy Mountain, Qin Qianqiu might have dared to directly send practitioners from across the Five Realms to attack and kill, taking advantage of the opportunity when Mrs. Hua was not in Lin'an.

Anle let out a breath and faced the Qin Mansion. Faced with nobles like Qin Qianqiu who regarded his life as nothing, Anle felt a fire burning in his heart.

A gentleman repays kindness with kindness and directs complaints.

The kindness of a drop of water can be repaid by a spring of water, but today's conspiracy and calculations are also kept in my heart, and I will pay back double in the future.

Anle has never been a saint. Kindness is kindness and hatred is hatred. It is more clear.

far away.

The burly coachman Zhushan's face kept changing, and finally he gritted his teeth.

The face under the bamboo hat lifted up, the guilt became more and more intense, and the energy and blood in his body became more and more powerful, like summer rain.

Clearly, he has made his decision.

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The carriage parked quietly one mile away from the entrance of Jingjie.

Qin Qianqiu and Wang Qinhe, who was wearing a blue shirt, got out of the chariot together, stood on the shaft, bathed in the light of the stars, and looked at a battle that was about to break out in the distance.

"That's Luo Qingchen's coachman, right? Brother Qin kills two birds with one stone."

Wang Qinhe said with a smile, holding the Dragon's Back Sword on his waist.

"Let this coachman kill An Le. If it's best to kill, but An Le can't kill him and is killed by An Le, then Luo Qingchen will definitely avenge him. With Luo Qingchen's strength, if he attacks and kills for revenge, An Le will die, and Hua Jie Bing will Luo Qingchen will also be killed."

"Luo Qingchen refused your order, so you planned to completely treat him as an abandoned son."

"Tsk, brilliant."

Qin Qianqiu chuckled and shook his head: "It's not killing two birds with one stone, but killing three birds with one stone. Doesn't this eliminate a threat for Brother Wang and let Brother Wang remember a favor?"

"The Holy Mountain has rules. No force is allowed to send practitioners who are beyond the second level of the Little Holy Order holder to attack and kill. Those who are beyond the first level are considered to be tempered by the Holy Mountain."

"This coachman is just right, and I am sure that this coachman will do his best, even burning his blood and risking his life to kill Anle."

Qin Qianqiu played with the wine cup in his hand and spoke lightly.

"Because he is a very qualified slave."

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Black ghosts make fire at night, and geese cry out in the cold weather.

Outside Lin'an Mansion.

The dusk clouds are floating.

Under the cold moonlight, a burly figure was suspended in the sky. He was dressed in hunting clothes and carried a machete on his back. His tyrannical energy and blood seemed to cause the world to change color.

He seemed to be waiting for someone, as if he was stopping someone.

A strong man who transcended the five realms was ordered by Qin Qianqiu to hinder Hua Jiebing here for a moment.

The man didn't know what Qin Qianqiu was going to do, but he just needed to stop him.

Suddenly, the figure in black slowly opened his eyes, his eyes contained his heart, as if lighting up the stars, looking into the distance.

A figure came slowly from a distance.

Not one figure, but two.

A man with a graceful figure and beautiful appearance, dressed in brocade and neon clothes, is walking in the night sky. His body seems to be illuminated by Buddha's light, and his sword energy generates Guanyin. It is the Jade Guanyin of Lin Mansion, the flower dissolves the ice.

But what made the man's eyes shrink was the man in Confucian shirt and sword beside Hua Jiebing.

Just by looking at the man at a glance, the man in black felt the infinite sword energy, like the vast sky overturned, like piercing the starry sky, letting the stars vent.

"Li Youan, general...general!"

The man in black was shocked.

Mrs. Hua walked in the dark clouds at dusk, bathed in the moonlight and starlight. A statue of Guanyin emerged from the sword energy behind her, with a kind and cold eyebrow.

"Qin Qianqiu specially sent you to stop me? It seems that he sincerely wants to take action against Anle. Once the ordinary boy shined, he aroused jealousy and killing, just because he was close to my Lin family..."

Hua Jiebing sighed.

However, Hua Jiebing is really not worried about An Le's safety.

After all, An Le wears a sword on Qingshan, and is protected by the legendary old uncle. Unless Qin Qianqiu kills An Le regardless of the cost, An Le will have no worries about life or death.

Above the sea of ​​clouds.

The man in scholar's shirt had a sword on his waist and looked calmly at the black-clothed practitioner who wanted to stop Hua Jiebing.

The terrifying pressure made the black-clothed cultivator sweat on his forehead.

"I remember you, you were just transferred back to Kyoto from the Canglang River battlefield, right? When you returned to Lin'an, you were blinded by the prosperity of Lin'an? Others assisted in doing despicable things for their own selfish interests. Is it because you returned to Lin'an to do such dirty things?"

The faint voice was like a sharp sword, piercing into the heart of the man in black.

"Report to the military headquarters yourself and transfer back to the front line to kill the enemy. Don't let me see you in Lin'an."

Hua Jiebing and Li Youan passed by the man in black.

No killing, no attacking.

But the light words made the man in black's back soaked with sweat.

Watching Li Youan and Hua Jiebing leave.

The man in black clasped his fists and bowed deeply.

"I will obey my orders."

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Zhushan held the broad-faced sword in his hand. Now that he had made a decision, he would no longer regret it, even if he knew who benefited from it all.

But he still had to take a gamble, so that his husband could return to Qingzhou.

The burly coachman walked step by step, and the energy and blood of the inner alchemy realm in his body was released like a mountain torrent.

With one step, the bluestone of the long street seemed to vibrate.

Afterwards, Zhu Shan began to run and accelerate, getting faster and faster. There was blood on the broad-faced long knife, and the majestic momentum was like a mountain rain coming!

He is extremely dignified and goes all out when he strikes. Even though his martial arts cultivation level is high and Anle is at a great level, he does not dare to underestimate him!

Charging quickly, the target was the young man in white who was standing there, holding a long black sword in his hand.

His eyes were fixed on him, like a giant bear staring at its prey!

An Le bathed in the starlight, her face remained as usual, and the night wind blew in, stirring her white clothes.

A gust of wind blew.

Zhushan's pupils suddenly shrank while he was running.

But I saw the ink pool in Anle's hand...

No trace!