The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

Jin Xueyi was taken aback: "Uncle Qiu, how did you know I would come? And how do you know Miss An?"

Su Zheqiu gave Jin Xueyi a disgruntled look: "I just live in the countryside, not that I'm really cut off from the world. When you left Zhen'an County, Steward Li sent me a letter. Besides, the good deeds these guys have done in Zhen'an County and Nanlu County have already spread. How could I not know that you were going to stop by to see me?"

"Ah...that seems to be true."

Jin Xueyi smiled awkwardly.

Su Zheqiu smiled and said, "Miss An, I'm sure A-Ping has caused you a lot of trouble along the way. I apologize on her behalf."

An Qingwan said, "Huaping is a very interesting person. She has actually taken good care of me along the way."

Su Zheqiu shook his head, seemingly disbelieving An Qingwan's words.

"Miss An is truly an extraordinary person. May I ask who your teacher is?"

An Qingwan said, "I have no sect."

"?"

These words completely stunned Su Zheqiu.

Unable to say many things, he could only force a smile and say, "You must be tired after traveling all day. Come inside with me and I'll have Tong'er prepare some food and hot water for you."

Jin Xueyi said, "I am indeed a little hungry, Miss An, let's go."

An Qingwan didn't say much and followed Jin Xueyi into the courtyard.

Just as Jin Xueyi said, this Mr. Su is indeed a remarkable person.

Although he lived in the countryside, he was not out of touch with the world.

During the conversation, he effortlessly recounted various details, from the harshness of the northern frontier to the legends of the eastern islands, demonstrating an astonishing breadth of knowledge.

He was not only talkative but also a good listener. He could guide the conversation in just a few words, making An Qingwan, as a guest, feel at a distance.

End of the Xu hour.

After dinner, An Qingwan arrived at her residence, led by a maid.

Jin Xueyi, who was in high spirits, also arrived.

Jin Xueyi leaned against the window, gazing at the night that had finally cleared up completely after days of rain.

"Miss An, thank you."

"Why are you suddenly thanking me?"

“This is the first time I’ve seen Uncle Qiu drunk since my parents passed away. He actually loves to drink, but he hasn’t drunk in front of me recently. He must have finally put his mind at ease with me after seeing you.”

"I see." With that, An Qingwan suddenly changed the subject, "Miss Jin, I remember you said before that Mr. Su Er was not skilled in martial arts?"

Jin Xueyi said, "That's right. Uncle Qiu broke his leg when he was very young because he was naughty, so he never practiced martial arts."

"You also said he loves to drink?"

"Yes, from Jiu Yun Chun wine to Jian Nan Shao Chun wine to ordinary homemade wine, Uncle Qiu has a wide range of expertise. He can tell the quality of wine just by smelling its aroma."

"Can you tell the quality of wine just by smelling it? That would make you a wine connoisseur."

Jin Xueyi chuckled and said, "But my parents never let Uncle Qiu drink alcohol whenever they see him, and they even advised him to quit drinking."

An Qingwan nodded, then changed the subject for the second time: "Miss Jin, are you sleepy?"

Jin Xueyi asked in confusion, "Sleepy? I'm fine. Miss An, are you sleepy? Then I won't bother you anymore, I'll go back to my room..."

An Qingwan said, "Rest here with me."

"what?"

Jin Xueyi was stunned.

Are you resting here?

There's only one bed in this room. If she stays here to rest, wouldn't that mean she'll be sleeping with An Qing all night?

She doesn't mind, but she clearly has her own room.

While she was thinking, Jin Xueyi suddenly realized that An Qingwan was holding her hand.

"Miss An?"

Jin Xueyi's breath hitched, and her heart suddenly raced.

Before she could have any more thoughts, she suddenly felt very sleepy, even more so than when she had been kneeling at the entrance of Fuhu Gate for two days.

"install……"

Before she could finish speaking, Jin Xueyi collapsed into An Qingwan's arms.

Sleeping soundly like a baby.

An Qingwan carried Jin Xueyi to the bed, took off her outer clothes, shoes and socks, and stuffed her fair little feet tightly into the quilt.

After finishing everything, An Qingwan pushed open the door and went into the yard.

She sat down at the stone table.

They remained motionless, like statues.

She was already used to it.

Ordinary people use their eyes to construct the world, but she uses the sound of the wind to locate it.

The world of ordinary people is a world of light and color in their eyes, but her world is a world built from every tiny sound, a world that lies beneath the surface of water, more blurred, but also more three-dimensional.

In this world, she heard one, two, three, four, five, six, seven footsteps.

"The wind tonight is more lively than I imagined."

An Qingwan took a sip of tea.

As she put down her teacup, a curved blade, gleaming with a cold, moon-like light, hung over her neck.

"Is the Goddess of Xiaoxiang not as divine as the rumors suggest?"

Twenty-one, it seems you've forgotten I exist.

The moonlight shone on the blade of the scimitar, spreading its clear glow like a pool of emerald water.

At this moment, the emerald pool was swaying.

It wasn't the wind that moved, but my heart.

The swordsman who emerged from the darkness had a smile on his face.

His laughter was wild and unrestrained, his hands trembling as he laughed without the slightest restraint.

He felt he had the right to laugh like that.

Since Wu Qingcheng and the Poison Taoist died one after another, and after the legend of the "Eight Directions Blade of Qimen" fell into An Qingwan's hands, he should be the first person to find An Qingwan and the first person to put a knife to An Qingwan's neck.

Everything was wonderful.

Just like the beautiful night view of the Bamboo Grove Cottage.

The swordsman laughed and said, "Miss An, you should know why I have come. You should also know that you are not a real goddess. If you are killed, you will die."

An Qingwan could clearly feel the chill of the blade stimulating the delicate skin on her neck.

It seemed that if her hand holding the knife trembled even slightly, she would perish.

But she remained calm.

"You're very confident. Even Shuyu Sword and Poison Daoist are no match for me. Are you sure you really have me under your control?"

The swordsman paused for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Shuyu Sword, you incompetent dog who relies on his master's power, I can kill you with one strike. Poison Taoist may have a great reputation, but in the end he is nothing but a petty scoundrel who can't be brought to the table."

An Qingwan asked, "The 'Eight Directions Blade of Qimen' is an unparalleled divine skill. Practicing this martial art can increase one's strength, but correspondingly, it will also make one a target of public criticism, and one that many people will constantly worry about, just like me now. Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"fear death?"

The swordsman snorted coldly.

"I've never been one to fear death!"

"So what if they covet it?"

"Back in the day, the Old Man of Heavenly Secrets was a force to be reckoned with in the martial world with his 'Eight Directions of Qimen Saber,' deterring the Demonic Sect from even setting foot in the East. Even if I'm not as good as the Old Man of Heavenly Secrets, becoming the number one saber in the world with my 'Eight Directions of Qimen Saber' and intimidating those who dare not challenge me is no problem!"

As he spoke, the swordsman pulled the blade a little closer to An Qingwan's neck.

"Miss An, hand over the secret manual now, or I will lose my temper."

An Qingwan shook her head: "Many people in the martial arts world have died because they refused to listen to advice."

"You won't listen to advice?"

Just as the swordsman was about to ponder the meaning of those words, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower back.

He reached out and touched something, and pulled out more than a dozen thin silver needles from behind his back.

"Soul-capturing needle?"

After seeing the silver needles clearly by the firelight, the swordsman's expression changed drastically.

He had no will to fight, sheathed his sword and tried to flee, but it was too late.

He only took two steps before feeling weak all over and collapsed to the ground.

"It's you, Red Scorpion!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

A hearty laugh rang out.

"Old Ma, you're still as arrogant as ever. You can still make a move on such a beautiful woman. No wonder your wife despises you and cheats on you with other men."

Emerging from the darkness was a young man holding a folding fan, his face painted white, with dark circles under his eyes, resembling a lonely young master.

Old Ma, the swordsman whose sore spot had been hit, dared not speak out in anger and could only watch resentfully.

When Red Scorpion got closer, he wasn't in a hurry to kill Old Ma the Swordsman. Instead, he cupped his hands in greeting to An Qingwan.

"The Goddess of Xiaoxiang, seeing her is worse than hearing about her. I am Wang Feishu of Baling, also known as the Red Scorpion."

An Qingwan said, "You practice poison skills and use hidden weapons, yet you also want the 'Eight Directions of Qimen Blade'?"

Wang Feishu shook his head and said, "Your Highness is only half right."

An Qingwan asked, "Then what is the other half for?"

"You! Before I saw you, I wanted the 'Eight Directions of Qimen Blade' more, but now I've changed my mind. Although you've only shown half of your face, in my experience, you must be a rare beauty in the world. Even the most beautiful woman in Sichuan, Fairy Lianyue, might not be as beautiful as you."

Wang Feishu smugly shook his fan.

His specialty is recognizing a beauty by her scent!

"Your Majesty, you are a woman, and I have never liked to be rough with women. If you submit to me willingly, I promise you will be my most beloved wife, and I will let you experience the most blissful pleasure in the world."

An Qingwan laughed.

If Jin Xueyi were here, she would definitely be able to see that her smile was devoid of warmth.

"What if I don't comply?"

Wang Feishu kicked the swordsman Lao Ma.

Old Ma, the swordsman, immediately let out a miserable scream: "Itchy, so itchy, hahaha, it's killing me with itchiness! Red Scorpion, just kill me, just kill me!"

Wang Feishu laughed and said, "He's not afraid of death, but he's ticklish. Everyone has things they're afraid of."

As he spoke, he kicked Old Ma, the swordsman, and the shouts disappeared.

"Since Your Excellency knows that I practice poison arts, how could you not know my methods?"

"The leader of the Baling Sword Sect provoked me. Now the Baling Sword Sect no longer exists in the world. His daughter was a chaste and virtuous woman when she first fell into my hands, but now she shamelessly serves me to the best of her ability in front of her own father."

"Your Highness, if you can enjoy yourself, why deliberately seek out suffering?"

An Qingwan nodded: "You're right, but there are always some people in this world who like to make trouble for themselves."

Wang Feishu squinted: "So, Your Highness the Goddess is determined to resist to the end?"

An Qingwan gave a half-smile: "Do you think I'm talking about myself?"