The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

After An Qingwan walked another hundred feet, her figure began to blur, as if she had merged into this world.

An Qingwan took off her shoes and socks. Like Lan Xiaogu, she approached the world, walking barefoot on the flowers and grass, but it was as if she hadn't walked at all, because no trace was left there.

"Blindness isn't necessarily all bad. Otherwise, how could I have comprehended such a sword technique so quickly?"

An Qingwan thought of Sanchi once again.

How long did it take Sanchi to get to this point?

She began to sketch the image of Sanchi in her mind; it was as if she could already see Sanchi.

Then, she raised her hand, put two fingers together, and made a light stroke.

A sturdy cedar tree broke in two; what was broken was not only the tree, but also the swordsman standing behind it.

The tree fell, and so did the people.

After walking several dozen steps, An Qingwan arrived at a flower.

She bent down to pick up the flower, and in that instant, dozens of throwing knives swept across her back and embedded themselves in the mud, instantly withering the surrounding vegetation.

She blew a light breath.

Her lips exuded the fragrance of orchids, and the flowers from her fingertips scattered like petals across the sky. Suddenly, several sounds of falling echoed in the darkness.

An Qingwan continued walking until she reached a rustling bamboo forest.

One, two, three... countless bamboo leaves fell from the sky.

The moonlight is even more beautiful, and the fallen leaves seem even more sorrowful.

As she walked by, a burst of light suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.

The light appeared first, and then the sound came.

"An Qingwan, you killed my elder brother, I will make you pay with your life!"

It's a veiled attack.

A fully released innuendo.

Last time in Jiangling, An Qingwan pinched that needle between her fingers just before the veiled innuendo was truly released.

Now that the needles are out of the box, even if her hand speed exceeds the speed of sound, how could she possibly catch more than a hundred needles that also exceed the speed of sound in an instant?

An Qingwan was already doomed.

But then, the countless bamboo leaves suddenly transformed into green butterflies, dancing in sync with her graceful steps.

Each needle struck a butterfly.

Extremely clever.

Absolutely brilliant.

This needle, which could easily pierce through metal and stone, now cannot even penetrate a single bamboo leaf.

It seems that the needle did not hit the butterfly, but rather the butterfly caught the needle in its mouth.

The person in the shadows was stunned.

An Qingwan has already gone far away.

When the person in the shadows tried to give chase, they discovered a hole in their neck, a hole that went from front to back.

Even as he lost consciousness, he still didn't know what had pierced his throat.

Could it be an invisible sword aura?

Could it be a needle?

Could it be a leaf?

An Qingwan finally stopped in front of a courtyard.

She heard crying, a familiar sound.

She opened the door.

The crying in the courtyard subsided for a moment, and then a familiar, cool fragrance rushed into her arms.

"My father is dead, he was murdered, and I found a recently dead Gu worm in the room!"

Gongsun Hongdie cried her heart out.

Gu worm?

An Qingwan immediately understood what Gongsun Hongdie meant.

“Your father wasn’t killed by Lan Xiaogu. I deliberately didn’t bring her and Jin Xueyi with me today.”

Gongsun Hongdie was still crying, but she had come to believe An Qingwan's words.

This was a development that Liu Keren could never have imagined.

No one in the entire world, except for Gongsun Hongdie and An Qingwan, could have imagined this.

An Qingwan asked, "How did he die?"

Gongsun Hongdie cried, "His head was cut off, and now it's gone too."

An Qingwan asked, "Why take the head? Is it hatred, or something you're trying to cover up?"

Gongsun Hongdie shook her head.

An Qingwan asked, "Who was the last person your father saw?"

The loyal servant, Old Huang, came over: "The last person the master saw was me. He said he had something to say to Miss and asked me to go find her."

An Qingwan faced Lao Huang.

After a long pause, he shook his head: "It doesn't seem like you."

She then asked, "What does Master Gongsun want to say to Miss Gongsun?"

Old Huang shook his head blankly.

Gongsun Hongdie also shook her head.

It happened so suddenly that nobody knew about it.

Suddenly, Gongsun Hongdie exclaimed, "I just remembered something. Before I left Moyu Valley for Yufu, my father told me that he left me a letter under the pine tree. The letter can only be opened after Moyu Valley is destroyed."

"Under the pine tree?"

Old Huang said, "Could it be that pine tree in the yard?"

The three of them quickly went to the tree, dug around for a while, and sure enough, they unearthed a package containing a letter.

Gongsun Hongdie hurriedly opened the letter and read it aloud as she went.

The letter was written by Gongsun Yang. It said that if Moyu Valley were to be destroyed, it would be because of Huanxi Daoist and the person who invited Huanxi Daoist over.

Gongsun Yang only hoped that if Gongsun Hongdie was lucky enough to survive, she would not be deceived by Huanxi Daoren and mistake others for enemies.

If possible, it's best not to seek revenge. Huanxi Daoren is not easy to deal with. Even if he obtains the real hidden message, he may not be able to kill Huanxi Daoren. He doesn't want Gongsun Hongdie to die because of revenge.

"A real veiled attack?" An Qingwan was taken aback.

Gongsun Hongdie said, "The Sand-Spitting Shadow Technique used by Moyu Valley now is not the real Sand-Spitting Shadow Technique. The real Sand-Spitting Shadow Technique was lost after our ancestor Zhou Lingyue passed away. Many people in the valley want to reproduce the real Sand-Spitting Shadow Technique, but my father said that our ancestor must have had a profound reason for destroying the blueprints for the Sand-Spitting Shadow Technique, so we cannot force it."

An Qingwan suddenly realized.

No wonder that the once-renowned number one hidden weapon, though powerful, was not powerful enough in her eyes.

"Is there anything else in the letter?"

Gongsun Hongdie said, "Yes, my father said in his letter that he was not actually sure where Huanxi Daoren usually hid. Every time Moyu Valley met Huanxi Daoren, it was Huanxi Daoren who designated the location. But he had a guess that the person was very likely Huanxi Daoren."

"Who?"

Gongsun Hongdie slowly uttered a name that was renowned throughout Sichuan and Chongqing—

Yu Sheng is cold.

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Note: Gu Long's novels do feature sword skill levels, although they are described in a very impressionistic way, they do exist.

After the decisive battle at the Forbidden City, it was explicitly stated that Ximen Chuixue had reached the state of having no sword.

The wooden Taoist said, "I met Lu Xiaofeng some time ago, and he told me himself that Ximen Chuixue's swordsmanship has reached the realm of 'no sword'."

What is the state of "swordless"?

Though he held no sword in his hand, his sword remained, and was everywhere.

[—He and the sword have become one; he is the sword. As long as he is there, all things in heaven and earth are his sword.]

In Phoenix Dance in the Nine Heavens, it is mentioned that Gong Jiu has also reached the realm of no sword, and then Shaman says that no sword is not the highest realm of swordsmanship.

However, the realms before and after the sword were not described in detail.

The characters in "The Sword of the Third Young Master" mention the presence or absence of a sword several times in their dialogue, but it's not discussed in detail. The later mention of the Crescent Moon Saber is mentioned, but most of the Crescent Moon Saber dialogue was ghostwritten, so it can only be used as a reference.

One chapter of *The Crescent Moon Blade* states that Ding Peng has reached the realm where "the blade is the man, and the man remains the man. The blade serves the man, and the man is the soul of the blade." Masters like him have long transcended the distinction between sword and blade; weapons are merely extensions of the limbs, similar to the swordless character in *Lu Xiaofeng*. Later, it mentions that Xie Xiaofeng pursues an even higher realm: "The sword is the sword, and I am myself," and "The sword is not a sword, and I am not myself."

Based on this information, I adjusted it myself.

Eighty-six Reversals of Yin and Yang, a Desperate Slash [3k]

Yu Shenghan is the leader of the Qingcheng Sect.

Although the Qingcheng Sect is not a top-tier martial arts force like the Seven Great Families, it is still considered a legitimate Taoist sect with a history spanning hundreds of years.

Two hundred years ago, the masters of the martial arts world in Sichuan and the masters of the Great Liang Kingdom chose Qingcheng Sect as the venue for their martial arts competition.

As the head of the Qingcheng Sect, Yu Shenghan's reputation was considerable.

At the age of thirty, he mastered the unparalleled lightness skill "He Zeng Chui Luo Bei Feng Zhong," a skill that no one in the Qingcheng School had ever mastered. He further innovated upon this skill, and could now fly through the air and ride the wind.

Despite possessing such extraordinary lightness skills, Yu Shenghan was also a great philanthropist.

His kindness is different from that of most people in the martial arts world.

His good deeds are mostly aimed at ordinary people.

Under his leadership, the entire Qingcheng Sect performed many good deeds.

When the local people encounter trouble, their first thought is not the government, but the Qingcheng Sect, which shows how good its reputation is.

"How could Yu Shenghan be the Joyful Taoist?"

An Qingwan was genuinely surprised.

It wouldn't be difficult for Huanxi Daoren to impersonate Yu Shenghan, given his strength.

She was surprised, simply because the personalities of Huanxi Daoren and Yushenghan were so different.

When the eldest son of Liujiabao in Longyou drove by, he accidentally dirtied Liujiabao's shoes, but Liujiabao was enraged and killed hundreds of people from Liujiabao.

He who once treated human life as worthless has now become a well-known philanthropist in Sichuan, and was recently doing good deeds everywhere. Isn't this magical?

Gongsun Hongdie explained, "My father was afraid I wouldn't believe him, so he wrote down the whole story in the letter. The reason he made this guess was because he smelled the same scent on Huanxi Daoren and Yu Shenghan."