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On the winding road of the martial world, every step may lead to surprises or dangers. Just as Lin'er and Feng Qingyang were savoring the mysteries of life and the martial arts in an old teahouse, the hustle and bustle of the market rose again. This time, however, the clamor was not the familiar calls of merchants, but rather a series of cold and domineering shouts.
Lin'er and Feng Qingyang both sensed the danger without a word, quickly ending their conversation and circling back to the center of the market. As they moved in the direction where the crowd was gathering, they saw a group of black-clothed bullies, rudely interrogating the townspeople, searching for something.
"Have you seen a woman? She carries an ancient scroll!" The voice of the tyrant leader was cold as ice, forcing its way towards them.
Lin'er and Qingyang exchanged a glance, understanding in their hearts that this group of tyrants had clearly come for news of the Divine Weapon. Just then, the tyrant leader's gaze suddenly locked onto them, a sly glint flashing in his eyes.
"It turns out it's you thieves!" the leader roared, pointing at them. The men in black immediately surrounded them like wolves.
Feng Qingyang slowly drew the long sword from his waist, the tip of the sword gleaming in the sunlight. A hint of disdain and vigilance appeared in his eyes. "Back off, or else don't blame us for being ruthless."
Lin'er also drew a short sword, with a graceful and imposing posture.
"Hahaha, who do you think you are? How dare you act tough in front of me!" The leader laughed loudly, pointing fiercely at them. "Get them, capture them!"
At the command of the leader, the men in black surged toward Lin'er and Feng Qingyang like a flood. The hustle and bustle of the market instantly subsided, replaced by the sounds of swords clashing and fierce battles.
Qingyang's long sword moved like a wandering dragon, taking down a black-clad man with each stroke. His swordsmanship was graceful and profound, with each strike aimed directly at vital points, preventing the black-clad men from getting within half a step of him. Lin'er's short sword was also formidable. Her swordsmanship was agile and versatile, catching the black-clad men off guard with each thrust, showcasing her agility and extraordinary martial arts skills.
The battle grew more intense, Qingyang and Lin'er back to back, forming an insurmountable defense line. Their swordsmanship differed, yet complemented each other, closely intertwined.
"You scoundrels, bullying the weak with your numbers, not afraid to lose face!" Lin'er shouted in the midst of battle, her movements relentless, her short sword drawing beautiful arcs in the air, repelling the black-clothed figures one by one.
The leader, furious, swiftly drew his dagger and charged towards Lin'er. Lin'er showed no fear in the face of danger, meeting the dagger with her agile movements. The clash of her short sword and the dagger produced a crisp sound as they collided in the air. With each swift exchange, sparks flew and the air was filled with the aura of the swords.
At that moment, Qingyang swiftly thrust his long sword, aiming directly at the leader's throat. The leader, terrified, retreated, but Qingyang did not give him a chance to catch his breath. His swordsmanship was elegant and powerful, each strike carrying the threat of death. Finally, in a fierce sword strike, Qingyang's blade grazed the leader's cheek, leaving a deep bloodied mark.
The leader clutched his head, covering his face, his eyes filled with fear and dread. Seeing this, the men in black also retreated, not daring to take another step forward. Qingyang's swordsmanship and Lin'er's short sword skills made them feel unprecedented fear.
In the end, the men in black were forced to retreat under the combined efforts of Lin'er and Qingyang. They were full of shame and indignation, but there was nothing they could do. The citizens, seeing the bullies defeated, erupted into enthusiastic cheers, full of gratitude and admiration for Lin'er and Qingyang. The market returned to its lively atmosphere as before.
The hustle and bustle of the market gradually returned, but in the hearts of Lin'er and Qingyang, the recent battle seemed to have opened a door to the unknown, making the dangers and helplessness of the martial world more vividly apparent to them. However, as they returned to the old teahouse once again, their eyes revealed a more excited and hopeful gleam.
They chose a table by the window, and Qingyang picked up the teapot to pour a cup of hot tea for Lin'er. Lin'er took the cup, savoring the aroma of the tea, a hint of nostalgia and warmth flashing in her eyes.
Qingyang looked out the window and said, "The path of the martial world is not easy. Today's events may just be the tip of the iceberg. As we search for the Divine Weapon, we will encounter more difficulties and enemies. But no matter what, we should protect the justice in our hearts and not let the bullies succeed."
Lin'er smiled slightly. She knew that Qingyang's words were undoubtedly a reminder for her, but she had already made up her mind. She looked at Qingyang and said firmly, "No matter how difficult the road is, I will persevere. I think you feel the same way, right?"
Qingyang was moved by Lin'er's frankness and determination. He nodded and showed a sincere smile to Lin'er, saying, "Indeed, with your words, I feel more at ease."
At the window of the old teahouse, sunlight filtered through the mottled paper, casting a warm glow on the faces of Qingyang and Lin'er, brightening their moods. Qingyang raised his teacup, gazing at the sky outside the window, seemingly savoring the battles of the past.
Qingyang put down the teacup and turned to Lin'er, smiling as she said, " Lin'er, your swordsmanship is truly unexpected, agile and versatile, capturing everyone's attention. Especially when that leader charged at you, your rolling evasion was so nimble, truly admirable."
Lin'er smiled and shook his head gently, "You're too kind, Qingyang. If it weren't for your timely intervention, that leader's dagger might have posed a threat to me. And your swordsmanship is profound and graceful, each move carrying the power to repel the enemy, truly awe-inspiring."
Qingyang listened to the praise of the Lin'er and couldn't help but show a relieved smile. He knew that in this martial world, gaining the recognition and praise of companions was a happy and precious thing. He responded, "These are just the result of years of practice and the tempering of the martial world, there are still many shortcomings."
Lin'er pursed her lips and said discontentedly, "Why are you always so modest? Clearly, it was your swordsmanship that saved me. I saw those bullies turn pale at the sight of your sword moves."
Qingyang chuckled, "Well, if they dare to come again, I'll make sure they won't leave."
Lin'er also laughed, with a hint of admiration and reliance in her eyes. Qingyang's boldness and martial arts made her feel a reassuring and comforting strength.
Qingyang said again, "But I have to say, you handle your short sword really skillfully. It seems we are quite similar in this regard."
They looked at each other and smiled, as if they had found a partner they could rely on in this treacherous world of jianghu. At this moment, their understanding of each other deepened, and their trust in each other grew stronger.
Qingyang Looking at the sky outside the window, Qingyang paused for a moment, then turned to Lin'er and said seriously, "The path of the martial world is indeed treacherous, but as long as we work together, we can definitely overcome all difficulties."
Lin'er nodded, with a determined look in their eyes, "With you by my side, I can take on ten opponents."
Their eyes met again, deepening their mutual understanding and trust. Qingyang said, "We need to plan our next steps carefully. We can't afford to miss any news about the Divine Weapon, and those bullies may just be getting started."
Lin'er sighed, but soon a smile returned to her face. She knew that having a partner like Qingyang on this journey through the martial world was her greatest comfort and strength.
Qingyang put down the teacup and said lightly, "Let's take a rest here first, and then discuss the next plan."
Lin'er nodded. This world is full of dangers, but as long as there are dreams in our hearts, there is infinite power to pursue everything we want.
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