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Volume Four: The Sword of Nangong Xue in the Martial World

Updated on Shuxiang Chinese Website: 2008-02-26 10:50:40 Word Count: 4864

As the cold light drew near, Yang Nianqing's heart turned to ice in the blink of an eye. Nangong Xue had no martial arts skills, and in that instant, she almost thought she could no longer escape.

She really did escape.

At the critical moment, Nangong Xue pushed with her left hand, quickly protecting her behind her, and her movements were surprisingly fast.

Didn't he know that doing this would kill him?!

Finally, everything around her quieted down, and Yang Nianqing almost stopped breathing.

The sharp tip of the sword pointed directly at Nangong Xue. If it had been pushed forward just a little further, he probably wouldn't be standing in front of him now... Who is this person? Why does he want to kill him?

Overwhelmed by surprise and fear, Yang Nianqing forgot to call for help.

The swordsman was dressed in ordinary night clothes, his face covered with a black cloth; only his eyes were visible. They exuded cruelty, excitement, and malevolence, yet also carried a hint of loneliness—a sense of déjà vu.

Yang Nianqing was very familiar with this kind of gaze; once upon a time, there was someone who had also looked at her like that.

Kuroshiro.

He certainly wasn't Kuroshiro; Kuroshiro wouldn't kill in a mask. Yet the man before him was a genuine assassin; only a life spent licking blood from the edge of a knife could give someone such eyes.

Nangong Xue did not move, nor did her sword.

Time seemed to stand still.

The gleaming sword light reflected on his handsome, calm face, like the cool autumn water, revealing a touch of cruel beauty.

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"Someone bought her life." A hoarse, deep voice said.

He smiled slightly: "Kill me first."

silence.

Even assassins have their rules. Killing is never a good thing. Without any benefit, killing one more person is not only not worthwhile, but you also have to be constantly on guard against more people seeking revenge, especially someone like Nangong Xue.

The man in black stared at him strangely for a moment, then suddenly withdrew his sword and sneered, "You think you can protect her?"

Nangong Xue did not answer, his expression remaining calm and composed. However, the hand holding Yang Nianqing's hand had grown cold—yes, he had no martial arts skills, so how could he protect her?

Yang Nianqing didn't say anything like clichéd lines like telling him to leave her alone and go, because she knew he definitely wouldn't agree, so why bother with such sentimental nonsense? Besides, at a life-or-death moment, someone risked their life for you like this, and no matter the outcome, that was enough.

"I just want to kill her."

"Kill me first."

The man in black remained silent for a long while, then the sword in his hand flashed again, beautiful yet ruthless.

He remained completely still.

Want to go together? (F4)

Strangely, Yang Nianqing, who was terrified just now, has lost all fear. She simply leans on his arm and quietly watches the sword strike, even though she knows the person in front of her cannot block it.

Sometimes people aren't really afraid of death, but rather of loneliness.

Do you feel braver when someone is by your side?

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Even the most meticulous protection has its gaps.

Sure enough, the man in black only feinted with his sword, easily finding the opening. Immediately, the sword, like a venomous snake, stabbed towards Yang Nianqing behind him.

These people, from the moment they embark on the path of assassins, are destined for loneliness. They have no friends, no family, and cannot even show their true faces. All they can do is keep taking on missions and keep killing until one day they are killed by someone else. Thus, killing becomes their only, yet pitiful, pleasure.

A look of frenzied excitement ignited in his cruel eyes. Seeing that the sword was about to strike and another perfect assassination was about to be completed, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pleasure.

However, before that feeling of pleasure could fully unfold, it turned into countless fears and doubts—he never expected that, besides the sword in his hand, another sword would inexplicably appear.

The pupils gradually dilated.

Half a day.

The person slowly collapsed, and blood gushed out.

Nangong Xue remained standing there motionless, quietly watching the corpse on the ground, a soft, silver-snake-like sword trembling in her hand.

A drop of blood slid down the gleaming sword tip.

Yang Nianqing felt cold all over.

A few strands of long hair trembled in the wind at his temples. A faint sadness and melancholy resurfaced in his noble phoenix eyes, and pain and contradiction almost completely overwhelmed his handsome face.

The sword trembled gently, just like Yang Nianqing's trembling heart.

With a "clink," the sword fell to the ground.

This man, so gentle and kind, never associated with the word "blood," yet now, just to save her, he finally killed someone.

“Brother Nangong…” She wanted to comfort him, but found that nothing she said would be appropriate.

Finally, those eyes slowly turned to her.

The moment all the complicated gazes fell upon her face, they suddenly became clear and pure. Nangong Xue smiled slightly and put her arms around her: "It's alright, we'll leave here tomorrow morning, don't be afraid."

Yang Nianqing held back her tears and nodded.

"So you can wield a sword too." The voice was calm, yet chilling.

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Facing the strange looks from Qiu Bailu and He Bi, Yang Nianqing remained calm. Let them think what they want; having someone like her who treats her this way is enough.

He Bi glanced at her, then walked over and squatted down beside the corpse.

The black veil covering his face was lifted, revealing an unfamiliar face with an excessive look of suspicion. He never imagined that Nangong Xue, the number one young master and the number one philanthropist in the martial arts world, would actually kill someone.

After a while.

He Bi slowly stood up and looked at Nangong Xue: "I didn't expect your swordsmanship to be so good."

Nangong Xue remained silent. (b8)

Qiu Bailu said calmly, "I've known him for nearly ten years, and I didn't even know."

Nangong Xue finally nodded.

“I have had abnormal meridians since childhood and cannot cultivate internal energy. My father went to great lengths to create this sword technique so that I could learn it for self-defense,” he said, bending down to pick up the soft sword and holding it between his fingers. “This sword technique has an advantage: the user does not need any internal energy and can drive the sword with just wrist strength.”

He looked at Yang Nianqing and smiled, "I've never used it."

He still used it now to save her.

Yang Nianqing remained silent.

He Bi remained expressionless, staring at them for a long time before looking at the corpse of the black-clad assassin. He said coldly, "Go back to your room and rest. Even if he's not dead, he might not survive if he goes back."

The murderer will definitely kill them to cover it up.

Qiu Bailu scoffed, "You can still find out a lot of things even if the person isn't dead."

Faced with his excessive mockery, Nangong Xue did not argue, but just looked at them and said: "It is enough for you to investigate this case. Now, I want to take Xiao Nian away and I don't want to investigate anymore."

The two were stunned.

He Bi's eyes flashed: "Should we wait for Old Li to come back?"

"No need. We'll set off tomorrow morning. Please ask Brother He to pass on our message to Brother Li."

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Although the night was exceptionally long, it eventually passed, and morning arrived again.

A servant just reported that the carriage was already waiting outside the gate.

Is she leaving? Why does her heart feel so empty? Yang Nianqing looked around, unsure of what she was longing for. This was Nangong Xue's villa; now that the two of them were gone, only He Bi and the others remained.

Thinking of Nangong Xue's smiling face just now.

"Once we get back to the villa, we won't have to worry about anything anymore."

This gentle person always has such an elegant and mellow temperament. Having him around makes you feel completely at ease. No matter what the situation, he can stand by you through thick and thin, right?

A warmth filled my heart.

She used to be a huge fan of him! Yang Nianqing took a deep breath, put on a smile, and was about to step out the door.

"Are you really leaving?"

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It's strange, these two are indeed friends, they're both the same, sneaking into other people's rooms without saying hello. The difference is, one wants to be a thief, while the other is a master detective.

Yang Nianqing found it amusing and laughed: "Of course."

silence.

He Bi looked at her, slightly hesitant: "Old Li should be able to come back today."

“Since he doesn’t want to see me, you should speak for him,” Yang Nianqing immediately interrupted him. “I didn’t expect things to turn out like that, I’m really sorry. But with the two of you here, we will definitely be able to find out the real culprit.”

After saying that, she was about to walk out the door when Nangong Xue walked in.

"Is everything ready?" For the first time, a pure joy appeared on his handsome face. Nangong Xue took her hand. "The car is outside. It's time to set off."

Yang Nianqing nodded. (08)

Having probably never seen Nangong Xue like this before, He Bi was taken aback, and a look of hesitation appeared on his usually indifferent handsome face.

Upon seeing him, Nangong Xue was indeed stunned.