The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Jin Xueyi, Yu Miaozhen, and An Qing got into the carriage by the roadside.

The carriage left the riverbank and headed towards Chengdu.

Once the carriage had completely disappeared into the woods, everyone had the energy to savor the sword strike An Qingwan had delivered.

Just how terrifying was that sword strike?

Perhaps only those who truly confront it know.

But all those who understand swordsmanship know that this sword strike is powerful enough to make even ghosts and gods weep in the night, and that it will inevitably bring endless death in the future.

Unless An Qingwan can completely control this sword.

But what if An Qingwan really mastered this sword technique completely...?

"It seems that a second Sword God is about to emerge in this martial arts world."

Sword God.

A god among swords.

……

In the carriage.

Suddenly, An Qingwan's voice drifted over.

“Miss Jin, turn left. We’re not going to Chengdu now, we’re going to Bamboo Forest Cottage. Today’s plan is only one step away from completion. We must let everyone know that Xiao Changying has been kidnapped by the Yinji Sect.”

Jin Xueyi, who was driving, looked distressed: "Miss An, it's okay to postpone that kind of thing. Let's take care of your injuries first."

An Qingwan shook her head: "I won't die. Listen to me, turn left. There are a lot of people following us from a distance. This is the best opportunity. If we wait until these people disperse before spreading the message, the effect won't be as good."

Seeing that An Qingwan insisted, Jin Xueyi had no choice but to change her route.

An Qingwan was certainly not lying to Jin Xueyi.

She really won't die.

Not only will she not die, she will be fine.

The sword wound that landed on his left rib was indeed terrible and very deep. If an ordinary person were to be struck by such a sword, he would need to rest for at least a month before he could move again.

But she is different.

She possesses immense internal strength, giving her an extraordinary ability to recover. Moreover, among the many internal skills she has mastered, there is one that originated from the medical school.

If she concentrates on her internal energy, she can recover completely in just one day.

But An Qingwan couldn't.

If she recovered immediately, how could Yu Miaozhen have truly realized the truth?

Moreover, her "injury" is, in a way, a good thing.

After she defeated Yu Miaozhen with her swordsmanship, probably no one in the world would underestimate her anymore.

This will significantly increase the difficulty for her to kill someone.

But she was injured at that very moment, and the injury was quite "serious".

Then, those who did not despise her will despise her again, and may even try to take this opportunity to get rid of her.

This was her chance, her chance to kill!

An Qingwan leaned against Yu Miaozhen's lap. She wanted to laugh, but she managed to hold it in.

With a clanging sound, the carriage arrived at the Bamboo Grove Cottage.

This time, both those in the open and those in the shadows saw that the Bamboo Grove Cottage had collapsed, and the bamboo was covered with marks from swords and knives.

Upon seeing the carriage, Yu Feizhou and his men, who had been hiding, rushed out.

They shouted loudly, just as they had promised.

"Your Grace, something terrible has happened! Xiao Changying, a descendant of the King of Yueyang, has been kidnapped by Xue Lianxi of the Yin Yang Sect!"

"That scoundrel Xue Lianxi somehow found her way here. She launched a surprise attack while you were away. We were no match for her. Although we tried our best, we still couldn't protect Young Master Xiao. Your Highness, we have failed to live up to your trust!"

Its sound was also mournful.

Its appearance was also one of sorrow.

An Qingwan was stunned.

Those who wanted to see more of the future Sword God's prowess were also stunned.

Those who followed behind hoping to find an opportunity were also stunned.

Who would have thought that while the two peerless swordsmen were debating swords, the Yinji Sect was secretly carrying out such a major event?

At this moment, no one had the heart to blame An Qingwan.

She already unleashed such a breathtaking sword strike, so how can we expect her to also take care of this other aspect at the same time?

It's all the fault of the Yin Yang Sect!

It's all Xue Lianxi's fault!

"Yinji Sect, Xue Lianxi, we're not done with you yet! That Great Qi Treasure is ours, and you can't take it away!"

Many people left, spreading the information that An Qingwan wanted to convey to all directions.

With them gone, An Qingwan was finally relieved, and so was Jin Xueyi.

"Miss An, can we go see a doctor now?"

"go Go."

An Qingwan is now fully rested. She should take a few days to rest before considering how to send warmth to the Yinji Sect.

When the carriage finally stopped in front of the clinic, Yu Miaozhen was still holding An Qingwan tightly.

"Fish...girl?"

Jin Xueyi looked at Yu Miaozhen with some difficulty.

Yu Miaozhen asked, "Can I say one more word to her?"

Jin Xueyi nodded and said, "Okay."

She deliberately retreated quite a distance.

Yu Miaozhen looked down at An Qingwan: "Can you please not die?"

An Qingwan tilted her head back.

After a long while, she suddenly laughed.

"I won't die, so you can't die either."

Yu Miaozhen let go of An Qingwan and followed behind Jin Xueyi. When the doctor prescribed medicine again, and when Jin Xueyi was brewing and applying medicine to An Qingwan, she watched from the doorway, only peeking out half of her head.

What did I have in the past? What do I have now?

Yu Miaozhen rarely thinks.

In the past, she only had the sword; she was even the sword. The sword rarely needed to think, and there was very little for the sword to think about.

People are happy when they don't have to think too much.

Yu Miaozhen was very happy in the past.

But now she's not happy.

Without the sword, she suddenly possessed more, and she suddenly had to think.

But how should we think about it?

Looking at An Qingwan, she had many things she wanted to do, but she had no idea where to start.

"So this is what it's like to be a human being."

Yu Miaozhen looked up at the sky. She thought she would hate this feeling, but she didn't.

Because of what?

Was it because of the person lying in the hospital bed?

……

Two days later.

Moonlit night.

Yu Miaozhen brought a bowl of medicine to An Qingwan's room.

"Did you make this?"

"Mm." Yu Miaozhen nodded and said softly, "An Qingwan, I have to go."

An Qingwan asked, "Shall we go?"

Yu Miaozhen said, "I want to go back to Tingyun Manor. I want to say goodbye to my sisters. I also need to learn many things so that I can become your sword."

An Qingwan asked, "When do you plan to leave?"

Yu Miaozhen said, "Tomorrow."

An Qingwan asked, "So rushed?"

Yu Miaozhen didn't say anything.

The room fell silent, but the silence didn't last long.

“I’m afraid you’ll think I’m lying to you, I’m afraid you’ll forget me, and I’m afraid I’ll forget you, so before I leave, I want to leave something behind.”

Yu Miaozhen stared intently at An Qingwan.

An Qingwan asked, "This bowl of medicine?"

Yu Miaozhen said, "My sister said that if you have someone in your heart, you must take the initiative. Life is very short, just like the flowering season, which cannot wait."

In the darkness, An Qingwan heard rustling sounds.

She was very familiar with this sound, because it was the sound of clothes being taken off.

"you……"

An Qingwan swallowed her words.

Because warm lips had already pressed against mine.

The warmth wasn't just on her lips, but also on Yu Miaozhen's body, her hands, and her legs.

At this moment, Yu Miaozhen suddenly transformed into a ball of fire, a ball of entangled fire.

The fire first enveloped her legs, then her waist, and then her hands.

An Qingwan was stunned for a long time.

then……

Yu Miaozhen, it seems I really need to show you what a "telepathic finger" means, what it means to have a telepathic connection between mind and finger!

The moon is already full.

They were perfectly harmonious, just like An Qingwan and Yu Miaozhen at this moment, just like a sword and its sheath, just like a perfect match, as if made in heaven.

Who is the sword, and who is the scabbard?

In the struggle between the sword and its scabbard, An Qingwan still gained the upper hand.

The moon is fuller now.

A thin layer of mist rose from the ground.

In the thin mist, Sikong Tingxue walked with a limp.

She was going to say goodbye to An Qingwan.

Xue Lianxi is dead. She needs to return to the Yinji Sect to make arrangements for using An Qingwan to kill Feng Shangren.

She was really looking forward to seeing An Qingwan's expression when she found out she had been used.

She walked and walked.

She walked to the gate of the courtyard, and then she stopped there.