The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

The countryside.

A shed for resting.

A petite girl with unusual clothing and bare feet.

Such a combination of words is hard not to arouse suspicion.

Jin Xueyi sat in the carriage without moving.

In the past, she would most likely have assumed that the girl was a believer who had just come from the Taiqing Taoist temple, and would have approached her with concern to ask if she needed any help.

But after losing both her parents, and especially after spending several days with An Qingwan, she was no longer as naive as before.

What kind of person do you think she is?

An Qingwan's voice drifted out from inside the carriage.

Jin Xueyi knew that An Qingwan was testing her.

She didn't rush to answer, but instead pondered it carefully.

She thought of something.

"When we were taking shelter from the rain in the dilapidated temple, Master Chen said that when you travel the world, you must learn to see and listen. Seeing means watching hands and feet and gait; listening means listening to breathing and footsteps."

An Qingwan nodded: "So what did you see, and what did you hear?"

Jin Xueyi's gaze first fell on the girl's feet.

"Ordinary people's feet, wrapped in shoes and socks, and walking around all year round, will inevitably become deformed and rough."

"But these feet, with their slender ankles, enchanting arches, perfect proportions, and soft, white skin like mutton fat jade, are truly a treasure among treasures."

"Even my feet pale in comparison."

"Of all the eyes I've seen so far... well, the only one that's truly memorable is the pair you briefly revealed that night when you tied me up."

At this point, Jin Xueyi secretly glanced at An Qingwan a few times.

I'm just stating the facts, not worrying about anything, so please don't misunderstand!

An Qingwan remained calm: "This angle is interesting."

Seeing that An Qingwan did not show any unusual expression, Jin Xueyi breathed a sigh of relief.

"I think feet like those are not something an ordinary person could have, not even something a typical young lady from a wealthy family could have. She must either be from a noble family or be a master like you!"

An Qingwan asked, "So, what's your conclusion?"

Jin Xueyi said, "There wasn't a speck of dirt on her feet, not only her feet, but also her skirt and lining. So I think she's a master."

An Qingwan, who had been keeping a straight face for a while, finally showed a relieved smile.

"Miss Jin, you're finally starting to look like a true江湖人 (jianghu person, someone from the martial arts world)."

An Qingwan smiled, and Jin Xueyi smiled too.

Is this the first time An Qingwan has ever praised her?

She couldn't help but recall the scene of her mother praising her when she taught her to read and write.

The warmth she felt then was exactly the same as it does now.

Sitting in the corner of the carriage, Ah Hong looked at An Qingwan and Jin Xueyi with a bewildered expression.

What are these two older sisters talking about?

A moment later, An Qingwan got up.

“Miss Ah Hong, please wait here for me. I’m going to the front to meet the guests.”

Ah Hong obediently replied with an "oh".

She didn't understand the ways of the martial arts world, but she felt that An Qingwan was a reliable older sister, and that listening to An Qingwan was the right thing to do.

After the rain, the early morning wind carried a slight chill.

An Qingwan walked into the shed and sat down opposite the girl.

"You've come to kill me?"

The girl said, "That's right, I've come to kill you."

An Qingwan said, "You shouldn't have come."

The girl said, "How will you know whether you should come or not if you don't come?"

An Qingwan said, "That's true. You're very confident in your abilities?"

A clear light shone in the girl's eyes: "Yes, I have always been confident in myself."

An Qingwan said, "Confidence is a good quality."

The girl said, "But I'm not so confident after seeing you."

An Qingwan said, "Is this why you haven't made a move yet?"

The girl said, "That's part of the reason."

An Qingwan asked, "Is there any other reason?"

The girl said, "I have a rule, which is not to kill good people. You did some things at the Taiqing Dao Dojo, and you seem like a good person."

An Qingwan said, "You can leave now, I won't kill you."

The girl shook her head: "I traveled six hundred miles to find you, until I heard the commotion at the Taiqing Dojo, and that's when I met you. But since I'm already here, I want to test your abilities."

"You are not afraid of death?"

"I'm scared, but if I beat you, I can get a lot of money."

"Someone hired you to kill me?"

“No one is hiring me, but you have the ‘Eight Directions of Qimen’ sword, which can be sold for a lot of money.”

Oh.

An Qing nodded.

The consequences of Poison Taoist killing Wu Qingcheng, and her killing Poison Taoist in turn, have finally arrived.

Jin Xueyi, who had been listening to the riddles for a long time, could no longer sit still.

"The Eight Directions Blade of Qimen is not on her."

The girl was too lazy to pay any attention to Jin Xueyi.

This made Jin Xueyi so angry that her cheeks puffed up. How could this guy be so much more arrogant than An Qingwan?

An Qingwan asked, "Are you a Miao person?"

The girl said, "I am a Han Chinese, but I was born in Miao territory."

An Qingwan asked, "How old are you? Are you sixteen?"

The girl said, "If you beat me, I'll tell you."

"it is good."

An Qingwan smiled and extended her right hand.

The girl also extended her right hand.

Two hands, flawless and perfectly aligned, clasped together.

This scene made Jin Xueyi, who was already confused, even more confused.

You guys agreed to fight, but why do you look like you're going to arm wrestle?

An Qingwan and the girl sat facing each other quietly, motionless, their breathing completely drowned out by the sound of the wind.

If it weren't for the occasional blink of their eyelids, Jin Xueyi would have thought they had turned into statues.

"Hey, you guys..."

"Shh!"

An Qingwan made a shushing gesture.

"Don't bother her, don't distract her."

Jin Xueyi scratched her head. "So, you can bother me whenever you want?"

She looked at the girl again.

This time, she finally discovered the anomaly.

The girl's complexion changed, from fair with a rosy glow to an unusual purple, then from purple to grayish-white. Gradually, a thin layer of white frost appeared on her lips, eyelashes, and eyebrows.

In contrast, An Qingwan remained unchanged, still maintaining her gentle smile.

Do you want to continue?

"I……"

The girl's lips parted, but before she could speak, blood trickled down the corner of her mouth.

"I lost."

She let go of his hand on her own.

The moment she let go, her face returned to normal, but her expression was no longer as unruly as before.

“I heard you are only eighteen years old and have only practiced martial arts for two years.”

"Yes," An Qingwan answered truthfully.

The girl sighed, "It's a tragedy to be born in the same era as you."

An Qingwan said, "That's not necessarily true. Many people have said that it's very interesting to be with me."

Jin Xueyi immediately jumped in to defend her.

"Exactly, exactly. I find it very interesting to be with Miss An. Spending just one day with her is more fun than I used to spend a year playing by myself."

The girl turned her head away and looked at Jin Xueyi quietly without saying a word.

Jin Xueyi said, "What, am I wrong?"

The girl turned to An Qingwan and asked, "Do you like raising daughters?"

An Qingwan and Jin Xueyi both had question marks appear above their heads at the same time.

"how you said that?"

The girl said, "If I didn't enjoy the feeling of raising a daughter, why would I bring this silly, clumsy young lady along on this trip?"

"what?"

Having just been in a fight and having to drive late at night, Jin Xueyi was initially a little sleepy, but hearing the girl's words completely woke her up.

"Who are you calling stupid, huh? Huh!"

An Qingwan also smiled and defended Jin Xueyi: "That's not right. Miss Jin is a smart person, and she is my eyes. Without her, I wouldn't have made it here."

That's it.

Jin Xueyi proudly puffed out her chest.

"Eye?"

The girl looked at the cloth covering An Qingwan's face and suddenly realized what was going on.

"I see, but..."

The girl shook her head at Jin Xueyi.

"She's too incompetent and not very bright. Even if she were to act as the eyes, she wouldn't be a good pair of eyes. If I were to do it, I could definitely do it a hundred times better than her."

Jin Xueyi was about to explode with anger.

She gritted her teeth: "Who exactly are you?"

"I?"

The girl turned to the side, her jade-like foot lightly lifting and tracing an arc in the air, before she crossed her legs haughtily and said lightly.

"I am the third most powerful assassin in the world, Jiang Xue Yanluo Lan Xiaogu!"