Infinite Sims

　　 step! tread! tread!

　　 A big yellow horse raced fast on the official road, and on his back was a man in a hat with a knife.

　　 Tokasa man's clothes are a bit sloppy.

　　 It seems that after many days of rushing around, there is no time to organize, but his eyes are not as tired as ordinary people, but bright and calm.

　　 When I look at it, I know that I am a martial artist.

　　 But no one knew about it. The ordinary knife that was inserted in the scabbard on his back was a demon sword with a human soul.

　　 "According to the ancients, everyone has a soul. Although I don't have a human body, my thinking is not limited, so I should have a soul too."

　　After the freshness at the beginning, Jiang Ren has no feeling for the same outside scenery. During the interval of training, he is also studying his blade: "The spiritual power consumed by cultivation is called the power of the soul may be more correct."

　　 Seeing these days, most of the mysterious energy has been refilled, he silently pondered.

　　 "Mysterious energy is transformed from the power of the soul, which can be used to strengthen and increase the hardness and sharpness of the blade. It is not just called the energy of the weapon, the energy of the weapon."

　　 "In this way, even if it is changed to another weapon in the future, this term can be used in common."

　　 "There is also the blood-colored light spot absorbed from the dead person that day. Since its color is red, you can call it that way. Let's call it blood energy."

　　 Jiang Ren was slightly satisfied with these names.

　　 After all, for his kind of naming, it’s not bad to think of a few decent namings after racking my brains.

　　 "No, I don't have a head now, how can I rack my brain? I rack my knife?"

　　 "It's not right, there is no juice in the knife..."

　　 While Jiang Ren was struggling, Nie Qingge was pulling the reins.

　　 "Call!"

　　 Nie Qingge let out a sound, and the speed of the mount slowly decreased.

　　 On the clearing not far in front.

　　 has a simple tea shed built of wood.

　　 More than a dozen businessmen were taking a break and drinking tea, and an elderly couple was entertaining them.

　　At this time, the traders also noticed the approaching Nie Qingge.

　　 Seeing him look like a servant and a weapon on his back, their voices unconsciously became much quieter, and many people even lowered their heads, as if they were afraid of offending him.

　　 "This tea shed seems to be very interesting."

　　 The scene in the tea shed attracted Jiang Ren's attention.

　　Especially the group of businessmen who are drinking tea. They have their own loads beside them, many of which are covered with a layer of gray linen.

　　 seems normal, but judging from the convex shape of one of the loads, there should be a big knife under it.

　　 "It looks like there is a good show to watch."

　　 Jiangren focused his attention on Nie Qingge. Through the subtle changes in the eyes of this tool, he obviously also found an abnormality.

　　 Nie Qingge not only did not drive away, but stopped at the door of the tea shed.

　　 tied the horse's reins to the tree nearby, glanced at the traders at random, and said to the old man who came oncoming: "Bring me a pot of hot tea, and what do you have to eat here?"

　　 "Master, little old man, there are only some peanuts here, do you think?"

　　 The old man welcomed Nie Qingge to an empty table and wiped the table vigorously with the rag on his shoulder.

　　 Nie Qingge didn't mind: "Then serve peanuts."

　　 In order to get to the agreed place quickly, he seldom stops even when he encounters someone's house. He has slept on the side of the road for two consecutive days and can only eat rough dry food.

　　 It’s good to have hot tea and some peanuts now.

　　 It seems that seeing that Nie Qingge does not have the domineering aura of ordinary martial arts people, the tradesmen next to him each talked about jokes and laughed from time to time.

　　 However, the sound is still a lot smaller than before.

　　 "Master, your tea and peanuts."

　　 The old man put a pot of hot tea and a plate of peanuts on the table, turned around and was about to leave.

"and many more."

　　 Nie Qingge was born.

　　The old man turned his head in confusion: "Master, what else do you want?"

　　 "You peanuts, they are all moldy."

　　 Nie Qingge stretched out his hand and stirred in the peanuts, with a cold expression on his face.

　　 "I'm really sorry, it may be that the peanuts got a little damp a few days ago, I'll change it for you."

　　 A look of horror appeared on the old man's face, and his hands were shaking and he was about to get peanuts.

　　 Snap!

　　 Nie Qingge patted heavily on the table: "I told you to move?"

　　 The tea shed, which used to be full of laughter, suddenly quieted down.

　　Different from the cautious movements and expressions, their eyes were not afraid, and even faintly fierce, and many people's eyes swept from Nie Qingge's neck and back of heart.

　　 "There is also this tea, is this someone drinking it?"

　　 Nie Qingge threw the teapot to the ground.

　　 The teapot broke, and all the tea fell on the mud.

　　 "I'm sorry, I'll change it for you..."

　　 The old man lowered his head tremblingly, a ruthless color flashed in his eyes, and his hands tucked under his sleeves became more violent.

　　铮!

　　 There was a sound of knives.

　　 The blade cut the old man's neck from bottom to top.

　　 The old man's face instantly froze, his hands tightly covering his neck, his eyes widened, and he fell to the ground, red blood flowing from it, and he lost his breath after struggling a few times.

　　 Nie Qingge who swung the knife.

　　The man is still sitting on the wooden bench, but there is an extra knife in his right hand, and there is no trace of blood on the white knife.

　　 This moment.

　　Many travel traders subconsciously stretch their hands to the goods behind.

　　 But they coughed, and saw the middle-aged business man sitting in the middle of the tea shed with a beard and shook his head. They all stopped their hand movements and looked at Nie Qingge with fear.

　　 "Sang Gong!"

　　The old woman who was cooking tea immediately rushed over in tears: "You are so unreasonable, you killed me for this little thing..."

　　 She was speechless, and she also covered her spurting throat and fell to the ground.

　　 "Two points of blood energy saved me a long time."

　　 Jiangren glanced at Nie Qingge with appreciation, and then introduced the blood from the couple into the blade.

　　 Judging from the current situation, if everything goes well, at least a few days of work can be saved today. He likes such a simple tool person, who can use his hands and doesn't talk much.

　　 At this moment, he sincerely hopes that this tool man can live longer.

　　 The Hu Xingjiao Shang had a cold face, and stood up: "This brother, he killed the store for a little thing, isn't that good?"

"not good?"

　　 Nie Qingge chuckled, tapped the ground with his footsteps, and instantly swiped a knife to a trader at the next table.

　　 Seeing this sudden stab, Hu hurriedly shouted: "No, do it!"

　　 But at such a close distance, the person who was stared at by Nie Qingge had no time to react, and the fragile throat was cut open by the sharp blade.

"kill him!"

　　 The linen cloth on the goods was opened, and underneath was a sword with no sheath.

　　 The businessmen who were just ordinary people, nervous and scared, now skilfully picked up their swords and brandished them to kill Nie Qingge.

　　The inferior wooden tables and stools around, soon turned into a pile of broken logs in the shadow of the sword.

　　 After paying for several deaths, the beard and the remaining businessmen forced Nie Qingge to a corner of the tea shed.

　　 "Who are you? Why do you want to kill my person?"

　　 The face of the face is extremely angry.

　　 The man in the hat who was not in the plan in front of him broke his plan for several days.

　　 Nie Qingge glanced at the two couples who were slashed not far away, and said lightly: "You and them are accomplices."

　　 "Because of this?"

　　 Hug smiled anxiously.

　　 Although there are thousands of admonitions, there will still be people who have communicated with two people who are pretending to be shopkeepers. It is not impossible to be seen by some old rivers and lakes.

　　 But if there is a violent murder just because of this, then he really can't accept it.

　　 "The tea is poisonous."

　　 Nie Qingge has no expression on his face, which is also one of the reasons for his murder.

　　 her beard and her eyes narrowed into a gap: "How did you see it?"

　　 The tea is indeed poisonous, and he ordered it.

　　 After all, this plan, which has been prepared for several days, has reached the final step, and it is also the most critical step. He can't allow any accidents.

　　 Therefore, it is undoubtedly a good choice to knock this martial arts person who does not know the depth directly with the added tea.

　　 As for killing or burying afterwards, it depends on his mood.

　　 Ke Yan Hu didn't expect that not only was the method used by himself and others to be seen, but several people were also killed. Even the tea shed that had been built for several days was destroyed.

　　 According to the current time, it is impossible to prepare again.

　　 "The smell is wrong."

　　 Nie Qingge still cherishes words like gold.

"kill him!"

　　 No more nonsense on the face and beard, with an order, more than a dozen people rushed to Nie Qingge.

　　 Clang! clang! clang!

　　 The sound of the rapid collision of swordsmen and soldiers continued to be heard from the tea shed.

　　 The side of the cloth was originally used to cover wind and rain, but it was also stained with pools of blood.

　　 on the official road not far away.

　　 The three carriages moved forward at even speed, and there were more than two dozen horse-riding guards next to them.

　　"Brother, Lord Lin...

　　 At the forefront of the motorcade, a young guard said to the chief guard Wang Chen.

　　 Wang Chen suddenly looked at the young guard.

　　 The young guard knew that he was wrong, and immediately changed his words: "Brother, but Steward Lin is just a literati. How can anyone he knows have any good hands, so let him leak out the position of our team. Is it really okay?"

　　 "Although Steward Lin is a literati, he never exaggerates and conceals things. He said that this will help us, so it will definitely help."

　　 Wang Chen turned his head and looked forward. If the person speaking was his brother, he didn't want to answer a word.

　　 The question is too stupid, which makes him wonder whether he had protected his brother too well before.

　　 "A quack, how can it help us."

The young guard paused, and then said: "It's really not that I look down on those people. They are called heroes in a nice way, but in fact they are just gangsters who bully the good and fear the evil. It’s faster than anyone else to run to danger, and it’s not certain whether such a person will come because of a letter."

　　 Wang Chen looked at the outline of the tea shed ahead, and said, “If you don’t come, it won’t be right, and it will not affect us much. But if you can come, at least you will be a trustworthy person. What can you worry about?”

　　 "Head, I think I still have to think about it. If a bad guy comes and has a bad heart for the lady, then..."

　　 The young guard said, staring forward in a daze.

　　 I saw the tea shed on the side of the road crumbling. There were more than a dozen people lying in it. The blood lost in the body had dyed the ground red. Standing in the middle was a man wearing a hat with a knife in his right hand.

　　 The snow-white knife was stained with a lot of blood, and it was slowly turning into blood drops at this moment, falling from the tip of the knife.

　　The hat man seemed to have seen them too, and walked towards them with a knife.

　　 "Start the battle, protect the lady!"

　　 Wang Chen immediately raised his hand and shouted.

　　 All the guards drew their swords and guarded them beside the three carriages, and half of them came to Wang Chen's side.

　　 Seeing the man in the hat in front of the tea shed, walking towards them slowly, and the clothes that seemed to be stained with blood, many people were full of jealousy.

　　 Although they are security guards, everyone has good skills.

　　 placed in the so-called martial arts, is definitely a good hand in the acquired realm, many people still have dozens of lives under their hands.

　　 can be at this moment.

　　 Seeing the figures lying in a pool of blood in the tea shed, and the man in the hat who is suspected to be the murderer, walking towards them slowly, everyone could not help but feel a little nervous.

　　 "Wang Huwei, but what happened?"

　　The curtain of the lead carriage was pulled open, and an old man in Tsing Yi poked his head out.

　　 Wang Chen calmly replied: "Butler Lin, don't worry, it's just a small matter, and it won't affect the young lady."

　　 With his eyesight, he can see the scene in the tea shed very clearly.

　　 The deceased dressed like ordinary people~www.wuxiamtl.com~ But judging from the scattered weapons, they are probably all masters in disguise.

　　If this is the case, the man who can kill their hats must be very strong, but there is still a gap between the innate realm.

　　 And there are more than 20 people in the acquired realm on his side. Compared with each other, the strength may not be as good as the other, but together, as long as the opponent does not reach the innate, how strong the tenure is, it is a loss.

However.

　　 Butler Lin did not listen to him, so he dismounted and came to the front.

　　 "Butler Lin, you..."

　　 Wang Chen frowned slightly, and was about to persuade him, when the man in front of the hat suddenly stopped, and a voice came from his mouth: "Is the man here, Lord Lin Zhenweilin?"

　　 Butler Lin took a few steps forward and stood beside Wang Liang: "I am, I don't know who is this knight?"

　　 "In Xia Nie Qingge, I received a letter!"

　　 Nie Qingge bent over and arched his hands, only to find that he was still holding a knife in his hand, so he immediately inserted the knife back into the scabbard on his back.

　　 "Haha, the old man knows he can't misread the wrong person."

　　 Lin Zhenwei laughed forward and helped Nie Qingge up.

Behind.

　　 The guards, including Wang Chen, were all dumbfounded at the moment.

　　 They thought about what Lin Zhenwei said, a good player might have a good martial arts, but if they wanted to, they would be able to get a tie with their ordinary guards, but they never thought that they would be such a fierce god.

　　 "Lin Guan's house."

　　 A sweet sound like a silver bell came from the convoy.

　　 saw a girl about twelve walking out.

　　The skin is like fat, and the snow is white with pink; a pair of eyes are as gentle as running water; there is an elegant smile on his face, whoever sees it will feel good; the pale pink skirt is delicate and innocent.