The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

“That person never cared about me, and she never cared about anyone else; she only cared about herself.”

“I’ve been waiting for her to show up these past few days. I know she’s nearby, and I know she’s afraid of you. Even if she doesn’t show up in person, I’d be satisfied if she just sent me a message.”

“But she didn’t. She never cared whether I lived or died. When I was little, I broke my hand and cried out in pain, but she didn’t even come to see me!”

“My father does want to care about me, but he doesn’t have time to care about me. Moyu Valley is always beset by internal and external troubles, and he is always dealing with Moyu Valley’s problems.”

"I have no parents, I have no friends, they wish I were dead. My only companion is my sword. I have nothing but my sword!"

"Perhaps I should never have been born in the first place."

"I hate it, I hate my mother, I hate my father, I hate Moyu Valley, and I hate Lan Xiaogu. We were almost the same before, but she was able to get through it all, and she even has a mother like you!"

Gongsun Hongdie's shouts grew increasingly hoarse. In the end, she hugged An Qingwan tightly, as if trying to merge her body into An Qingwan's.

An Qingwan sighed inwardly and reached out to pat Gongsun Hongdie's head.

"If you are willing, you can follow me to learn swordsmanship in the future. I have a set of Thirteen Deadly Swords that are very suitable for you."

Gongsun Hongdie did not reply.

It took her a full fifteen minutes to recover from that emotional breakdown.

She had wiped away her tears and returned to her cold demeanor, but the redness in her eyes wouldn't go away anytime soon.

"I'm willing to learn swordsmanship from you, but I won't follow you, and I won't be with Lan Xiaogu. One day, I will defeat her!"

An Qingwan said, "Fine, if you don't want to follow, then don't follow. If you want to practice swordsmanship, just come to me secretly. With your talent, I can teach you a little and you will be able to master the sword moves."

Gongsun Hongdie hummed in agreement.

No one knew that when she said "win," she didn't mean defeating Lan Xiaogu, but rather taking An Qingwan away from Lan Xiaogu.

An Qingwan is hers, and she would never share her with Lan Xiaogu!

Suddenly, Gongsun Hongdie took out a piece of silk from her bosom and stuffed it into An Qingwan's hand.

An Qingwan asked, "What is this?"

Gongsun Hongdie said, "This is a map of the various branches of Moyu Valley."

An Qingwan was stunned for a moment.

Her biggest worry was not being able to find the exact location of Moyu Valley, but unexpectedly... my goodness, there was an unexpected surprise?

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An Qingwan tucked the map of Moyu Valley into her bosom.

After a moment of silence, she asked.

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill your parents?"

Gongsun Hongdie turned her head away: "Moyu Valley is already like a rotten tree. Even without you, it will be difficult to survive. Rather than watching it be destroyed by jackals, it is better to let you go and send it on its way."

Oh?

An Qingwan immediately became interested: "What do you mean by that?"

Gongsun Hongdie asked, "Do you know why Moyu Valley was established?"

An Qing nodded in the evening.

Since she wanted to deal with Moyu Valley, she naturally investigated its situation.

Moyu Valley was established more than two hundred years ago.

That was an era when the world was still divided into ten kingdoms, and wars raged on endlessly.

At that time, the Great Liang Kingdom, established by barbarians and located in the northwest, launched a major invasion of Sichuan.

Many skilled warriors who had joined the Liang Kingdom were ordered by the Liang Emperor to ride horses and carry swords into Jian Ge ahead of time, intending to scatter the martial arts world of Sichuan before the main army broke through the pass.

Many Sichuan heroes were found dead on the rafters of their own houses.

Their necks were bound with ropes, their tendons and veins in their limbs were severed, and their chests and abdomens were ripped open. The horrific sight was enough to break the hearts of anyone who heard it and bring tears to their eyes.

Within just one month, the entire Sichuan region was thrown into a state of panic.

Someone bowed and surrendered to the Great Liang Kingdom.

Some abandoned their swords and headed east to seek refuge elsewhere.

But many people still stayed.

Some people were unwilling to see the barbarians invade, causing widespread suffering and death.

Some people were unwilling to accept this. How could the dignified Sichuan region tolerate those barbarians putting on airs? They would rather die than leave. They would fight for their pride than for a steamed bun.

Finally, the remaining martial arts practitioners from Sichuan gathered together and agreed to a martial arts contest with the group of masters from the Great Liang Kingdom at Mount Qingcheng.

It was called a martial arts competition, but it was actually a decisive battle.

That battle was extremely dangerous, and almost no one had high hopes for the Sichuan martial arts world.

Originally, Sichuan was home to top martial arts masters like the Invincible Divine Blade and the Three-Faced Divine Monk, who were second only to grandmasters.

However, not long ago, Sichuan had just experienced a turmoil caused by a demonic cult, with many martial arts masters dying in battle. Divine Blade Invincible and Three-Faced Monk were both seriously injured and their whereabouts were unknown. With the martial arts world in such a state of devastation, how easy would it be to stop the invasion of the masters of the Great Liang Kingdom?

Just when the martial arts world of Sichuan was in grave danger, two people suddenly stepped forward.

One of them was named Zhou Lingyue, a junior apprentice at the Linglong Qiqiao Pavilion, a master of mechanical devices.

One of them was named Gongsun Mo, the young lady of the Mu Ding Sect, a small sect in Sichuan.

Both of them were completely unknown, and no one paid any attention to them when they first appeared.

But when they pressed the button on the strange box in their hands, accompanied by a sudden downpour of needles, no one in the martial arts world dared to underestimate them from then on.

A single box of veiled sarcasm claimed the lives of 121 masters from the Great Liang Kingdom!

The martial arts world of Sichuan achieved victory in an unbelievable way, averting a catastrophic disaster.

He rose to fame overnight through veiled attacks!

Zhou Lingyue became famous after his battle with Gongsun Mo!

After the great war, Zhou Lingyue and Gongsun Mo, who had vowed to roam the martial world together, became a bickering couple like the protagonists in a story, and eventually married and established Moyu Valley.

However, time waits for no one, and the years are always merciless.

Two hundred years later, although Moyu Valley is still famous in the martial arts world, it is no longer as powerful as it once was.

Back then, his name was a name that commanded respect.

Nowadays, a name is one that people hate and even dogs despise.

Gongsun Hongdie said coldly, "The reason why Moyu Valley's reputation has fallen to this day is partly due to prejudice in the martial arts world. Even though it saved the entire Sichuan martial arts world back then, people in the martial arts world still have many prejudices when they talk about Moyu Valley, which is skilled in using hidden weapons and poisons."

An Qingwan nodded; this could be considered a stereotype in the martial arts world.

People in the martial arts world are always more wary of those who use poison or hidden weapons.

Gongsun Hongdie said, "Secondly, because Moyu Valley was already riddled with problems. People only saw Zhou Lingyue and Gongsun Mo as loving as immortals, but they didn't know that the seeds of disaster had already been sown. Since ancient times, there have never been two suns in the sky, but Moyu Valley had two masters. After Zhou Lingyue and Gongsun Mo passed away one after another, Moyu Valley fell into a two-hundred-year-long conflict between the two families."

An Qingwan nodded again. She had heard about this matter, but didn't know much about it.

Gongsun Hongdie said, "The conflict between the Zhou family and the Gongsun family has completely ruined the reputation of Moyu Valley. In this generation, the disputes are no longer limited to the two families. The Gongsun family and the Zhou family are also in turmoil and in deep trouble. A few months ago, someone suddenly brought Huanxi Daoren here. Once a wolf like Huanxi Daoren comes, how easy is it to get rid of him?"

An Qingwan seemed lost in thought.

According to Gongsun Hongdie, Moyu Valley is indeed fraught with danger.

But there was one thing she didn't understand.

"Even an outsider like me can see that the Joyful Taoist is no good person. How could the person who invited him not understand? What exactly is he planning?"

Gongsun Hongdie shook her head, indicating that she did not know.

An Qingwan frowned slightly.

This question is important.

Only by understanding the reasons behind it could she figure out the true purpose of the Happy Taoist and bring this group to an end.

Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

If you're going to kill someone, you have to kill them all; otherwise, after a while, some will inevitably slip through the net and cause trouble again.

"In any case, thank you for giving me this map. If you have some free time now, I can teach you the Thirteen Deadly Swords."

Gongsun Hongdie immediately agreed.

How could she not be available if An Qingwan was free?

An Qingwan used the Thirteen Deadly Swords in front of Gongsun Hongdie.

This was the first time she had used this sword technique, but it felt as if she had practiced it countless times.

This was also the first time Gongsun Hongdie had seen An Qingwan use the Thirteen Deadly Swords, but it was as if she had watched it a thousand times. She could even clearly remember the amplitude of An Qingwan's chest shaking due to breathing.

But she still pretended to understand, just so that An Qingwan would grab her hand and point at her with her finger.

"It's getting late, so I'll be leaving now."

An Qingwan bid farewell to Gongsun Hongdie.

As soon as she turned around, Gongsun Hongdie pounced on her from behind and hugged her tightly.

"Don't move, just once, just once."

Gongsun Hongdie breathed in the air greedily, as if she wanted to etch An Qingwan's scent into her very soul.

After a long while, she finally let go of her hands.

"Even when you're holding Lan Xiaogu and being intimate with her, you can't forget me, you have to think of me, otherwise I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

An Qingwan: "..."

What does it mean to think of you even when you're being intimate with Lan Xiaogu?

What kind of things are in your head at such a young age?

An Qingwan originally intended to teach Gongsun Hongdie a lesson, but gave up after hearing the slight trembling sound from her body.

She walked into the rain and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Gongsun Hongdie stood motionless in the drizzling night rain.

Still all alone.

But her heart was no longer lonely.

There are people in this world who care about her now, and there are people she cares about now.

"It would be even better if Lan Xiaogu didn't exist."

Gongsun Hongdie suddenly sighed.

She picked up the sword and silently walked towards Yu Fucheng.

She had only gone halfway when she was stopped by a white figure.

"Sikong Tingxue?!"

Gongsun Hongdie's body tensed up immediately.

Sikong Tingxue laughed: "Miss Gongsun, don't be nervous. I'm not here to cause you trouble, but to save you."

Gongsun Hongdie asked in surprise, "Save me?"

Sikong Tingxue laughed and said, "I saw your eyes and I saw your sword. It would be a great pity for the world if a genius like you were to die."

Gongsun Hongdie: "..."

An Qingwan seems to have said something similar.

"You shouldn't have died. The fault was never yours, but your parents' and the world's. They let you down, and the world let you down! I understand your loneliness, Red Butterfly. Come here, come to me, come to the Yin Yang Sect. Here, you can find the meaning of your existence. Here, you can find a way to completely defeat Lan Xiaogu."

Sikong Tingxue stretched out her hand, a hand that was extremely ugly from being burned by the fire.

Gongsun Hongdie stood there stunned for a long time.

Finally, she slowly walked over and handed her hand to Sikong Tingxue.