Tread! Tread! Tread!

A big yellow horse ran quickly along the official road, with a man in a hat carrying a knife on his back.

The man in the bamboo hat is a little sloppy in his clothes.

It seemed that after many days of running around, he didn't even have time to sort it out, but his eyes did not have the tiredness and lacklusterity of ordinary people, but were bright and calm.

At first glance, you can tell that he is a martial arts practitioner.

But what no one knows is that the ordinary sword in the scabbard on his back is actually a demon sword with a human soul.

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

After the initial freshness, Jiang Ren has become indifferent to the same scenery in the outside world. During the break of training, he is also studying his own blade: "The spiritual power consumed by training may be more accurately called the power of the soul."

Seeing that most of the mysterious energy had been refilled in these days, he pondered silently.

"Mysterious energy is transformed from the power of the soul. It can be used to strengthen and improve the hardness and sharpness of the blade. It is called weapon energy, the energy of the weapon."

"In this way, even if we change to other weapons in the future, this name can still be used universally."

"There are also the blood-colored light spots absorbed from the dead people that day. Since they are red in color, let's just call them that. Let's call them blood energy."

Jiang Ren is somewhat satisfied with these namings.

After all, for someone like him who is a novice when it comes to naming, it's already good enough to rack his brains and come up with a few names that are acceptable.

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

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

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

"Hush!"

Nie Qingge uttered a sound, and the speed of his mount slowly slowed down.

In the open space not far ahead.

There is a simple tea shed built of wood.

A dozen traveling businessmen were resting and drinking tea, while an elderly couple was entertaining them.

At this time, the traveling merchants also noticed Nie Qingge approaching.

Seeing that he looked dusty and untouchable with a weapon on his back, their voices unconsciously became much softer, and many of them even lowered their heads, as if they were afraid of offending him.

"This tea shed seems quite interesting."

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

Especially the group of traveling merchants who were drinking tea. Next to them were their loads of goods, many of which were covered with a layer of gray linen.

It seems normal, but judging from the raised shape of one load of goods, there should be a big knife underneath.

"It looks like there's something good to watch."

Jiang Ren focused his attention on Nie Qingge, and through the subtle changes in the tool man's eyes, he obviously noticed something abnormal.

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

He tied the horse's reins to a nearby tree, casually glanced at the traveling merchants, and then said to the old man walking towards him: "Give me a pot of hot tea, and what food do you have here?"

"Sir, 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 either: "Then let's serve peanuts."

In order to reach the agreed upon location as quickly as possible, he rarely stopped even when he encountered people's homes. He had slept on the roadside for two consecutive days and could only eat rough dry food.

Now it's good to drink hot tea and eat some peanuts.

Seemingly seeing that Nie Qingge did not have the domineering aura of ordinary martial arts people, the merchants next to him began to joke around and burst into laughter from time to time.

However, the sound is still much quieter 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.

"etc."

Nie Qingge was born.

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

"Your peanuts are all moldy."

Nie Qingge reached out and stirred the peanuts, his expression a little cold.

"I'm really sorry. Maybe this peanut got a little damp a few days ago. I'll change it for you right now."

A look of panic appeared on the old man's face, and his hands were trembling as he reached for the peanuts.

Snap!

Nie Qingge slapped the table hard: "Did I tell you to move?"

The tea shed, which was originally filled with laughter, suddenly became quiet at this moment, and the merchants all looked over.

Different from their cautious movements and expressions, their eyes showed no fear and even had a faint ferocious light. Many people even glanced at Nie Qingge's neck and the back of his heart.

"And this tea, is this for people to drink?"

Nie Qingge dropped the teapot to the ground.

The teapot broke and all the tea fell on the dirt floor.

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

The old man lowered his head tremblingly, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and veins bulged in his hands that were shrunk under his sleeves.

Zheng!

There was a sound of knife.

The blade sliced ​​open the old man's neck from bottom to top.

The old man's face froze instantly, he covered his neck with both hands, and fell to the ground with his eyes wide open. Bright red blood flowed out of it. After a few struggles, he lost his breath.

And Nie Qingge was the one who wielded this sword.

The man was still sitting on the wooden bench, but there was a knife in his right hand. There was no trace of blood on the snow-white knife.

This moment.

No matter how small a businessman is, they subconsciously reach for the goods behind them.

But when they heard a slight cough and saw the bearded middle-aged traveler sitting in the middle of the tea shed shaking his head, they all stopped their movements and looked at Nie Qingge pretending to be scared.

"Ms. sir!"

The old woman who was making tea immediately rushed over crying: "You are so unreasonable, you actually killed me for such a trivial matter..."

She was speechless and fell to the ground, covering her bleeding throat.

The beardless merchant's face turned cold and he stood up: "This brother, he killed the store owner because of a trivial matter. Isn't that bad?"

"not good?"

Nie Qingge chuckled lightly, tapped the ground lightly, and instantly swung his knife to kill a foot trader at the next table.

Seeing this sudden stabbing, the bearded man hurriedly shouted: "No, do it!"

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

"Kill him!"

The linen cloth on the cargo was lifted, and underneath was an unsheathed sword.

The merchants, who looked like ordinary people just now, with nervous and frightened faces, now skillfully picked up their swords and swung them towards Nie Qingge.

The poor-quality wooden tables and stools around him quickly turned into a pile of broken wood in the shadow of swords.

At the cost of several people dying, Lu Xiu and the remaining traveling merchants forced Nie Qingge into a corner of the tea shed.

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

The bearded man looked extremely angry.

The unplanned man in a hat in front of him ruined the plan he had been preparing for several days.

Nie Qingge glanced at the couple not far away who had their throats slashed with a knife, and said calmly: "You and them are accomplices."

"Is that why?"

The bearded man laughed angrily.

Despite all the warnings, I think there will still be people who have communicated with the two people pretending to be store owners, and it is not impossible that some old gangsters will find out.

But if he went on a rampage and killed someone just because of this, then he really couldn't accept it.

"The tea is poisonous."
To be continued...