Volume 1: A stone strikes a thousand waves, the world surrounds Li Daosheng Chapter 19 How does the saying go? If you don't listen to the advice of the elderly, you will suffer the consequences.
When the silver needle was caught by the person opposite, Bai Yaoer already knew that something was wrong.
Although her martial arts skills were not very good, she was not a fool and could still see the obvious gap in strength between the two of them.
The person opposite is at least a first-class master.
And from what he said, he might be a very difficult person.
Because he said she couldn't use hidden weapons, which meant that hidden weapons were probably what he was good at.
It can be said that no matter how powerful a martial artist is, the person they hate to meet the most is someone who uses hidden weapons.
It would be fine if it doesn't work well, but if it does work well, it would be really hard to guard against.
In addition, most people who use hidden weapons have no bottom line and can do anything, which is shameful and also frightening.
Bai Yaoer himself uses hidden weapons, so of course he understands this.
"May I ask who you are and why are you following me?"
Bai Yaoer stared at the other person vigilantly, moved her feet gently and asked.
Looking at Bai Yaoer's little movements, the black-robed man's smile became more obvious. He threw the silver needle aside and spoke.
"I am Tang Qingao from the Tang Sect. I am following you because I want you to help me catch someone."
The silver needle fell from the eaves, flipped over, and fell to the ground.
It reflected Bai Yaoer's ugly expression.
Tang Sect, this is not good news.
Because if the opponent is really from the Tang Sect, then his hidden weapon skills are definitely far beyond ordinary.
It is a well-known fact that the Tang Sect’s hidden weapons are unrivaled in the world.
"Who are we catching?" Bai Yaoer asked as she slowly backed away.
"The Thief Saint Li Si." Tang Qingao did not hide anything and spoke directly.
He did not stop Bai Yaoer's actions. He seemed very confident that Bai Yaoer could not escape.
"Li Si." Bai Yaoer looked at Tang Qingao, slowly put her hands behind her back, and took out two silver needles.
"I don't know any Li Si."
"It seems that the lady is unwilling to help Tang." Tang Qingao narrowed his eyes dangerously, and a finger under the wide sleeves of his black robe moved.
"I'm sorry." Bai Yaoer laughed dryly, "I just can't help you."
"That's fine." Tang Qingao smiled and said, "Then I'll have to ask you to stay for now."
“Swoosh!”
Before he finished speaking, Bai Yaoer had already taken action.
Two silver needles shot into the night, and at the same time her body quickly retreated backwards, and in the blink of an eye she had retreated more than ten meters.
But Tang Qingao's speed was obviously faster. The moment Bai Yaoer retreated, he had already finished his attack.
Those were two darts, with four edges and eight grooves on both sides.
No one saw when he made the move. They only saw the dart fly out, knocking away the silver needle and shooting towards Bai Yaoer.
The light from the sky broke open a little, allowing the dart in the air to drag out two faint streaks of light.
Bai Yaoer's pupils constricted as she watched the dart flying towards her.
In this moment between life and death, everything in her eyes seemed to slow down a little.
The dart flipped, and the blade flashed across the houses on both sides, shining with a cold light.
She saw the dart clearly, but couldn't dodge it because her body couldn't keep up.
Will I die? A thought popped into her mind, and she knew the answer: probably.
Then she had a second thought.
It turns out that the people chasing Li Si are so powerful? No wonder he told me not to interfere... Bai Yaoer has been in the martial arts world for a short time, but she has already seen a lot of it.
The world of martial arts was not as romantic as in the stories. On the contrary, what she saw was mostly ruthlessness.
She had been penniless before, and knew the feeling of being hungry and cold, as well as the fickleness of human nature in those times.
She once fainted on the street, and while she was completely unconscious, all she saw was that passers-by on both sides of the street ignored her.
She originally thought that there would be many knights in the world, who were free and unrestrained and would do justice for the weak.
But now, people who meet her for the first time will use swords against her.
This world is totally different from what she had imagined.
The funny thing is that the person she wanted to catch from the beginning was the only one who helped her and the only one who thought about her.
So she couldn't explain clearly what the world was like.
All she knew was that what she saw was a turbidity.
What is right and what is wrong, who is good and who is evil, may never be so clear.
She thought everything was too simple.
It’s a pity that there is no way to repay the favor owed.
The scene of that morning seemed to reappear in front of Bai Yaoer's eyes.
The white clothes by the window are extraordinary, the sun is warm, and the surroundings are quiet. There is a bowl of hot porridge on the bedside, and a stick of incense is burning in the incense burner.
Now that she thinks about it, that was probably the most peaceful period of her life since she entered the martial arts world.
"Sizzle."
Two darts streaked across Bai Yaoer's arms, leaving a bloody mark on each of her shoulders, tearing out half a piece of blood.
While Bai Yaoer was stunned, the dart had already flown past her side, drawing two precise arcs, and collided with her behind her, turning in an extremely strange way and cutting her legs again.
“Bang! Bang!”
Three muffled sounds were heard.
The darts were shot into a wooden stake on the side of the road, forming a straight line.
Bai Yaoer fell to the ground, with a wound on each of his arms and legs.
She couldn't move her hands and feet, and waves of numbness came from the wounds.
The knife was poisoned, which was expected. After all, the Tang Clan in Shu was good at two things, besides hidden weapons, poison.
Tang Qingao had already jumped down from the eaves and landed silently on the ground. Along with him , there jumped down a dozen masked figures in black.
"How is it?" Tang Qingao asked with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "Do you know how to use hidden weapons?"
Bai Yaoer was speechless. The anesthetic on the dart took effect very quickly. In just a few breaths, she had lost control of her body.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you."
Looking at Bai Yaoer lying on the ground , Tang Qingao raised his hand, and two thin threads that were almost invisible were pulled in the air.
On the side of the road, the dart nailed into the wooden stake bounced out and fell back into his palm.
Playing with the dart, Tang Qingao had a cold expression on his face.
"You still have some use after all."
After saying this, he tilted his head towards the masked men behind him.
"Tied her up."
"Yes!" the masked man responded respectfully and walked towards Bai Yaoer.
Bai Yaoer wanted to struggle, but because of the anesthetic, she couldn't even move a finger.
Just then, a voice came from the distant horizon.
"A dozen grown men attacking a little girl, isn't that bad?"
The voice came suddenly, and the masked man who was about to tie up Bai Yaoer subconsciously looked back.
Tang Qingao's eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand and a flying knife shot towards the direction where the sound came from.
In the eyes of everyone, the flying knife pierced through a figure, a figure like smoke.
The reason why it is said to be like smoke and clouds is that after the flying knife passed through, the human figure disappeared.
Then, a breeze blew past everyone. Everyone turned back in a hurry, but Bai Yaoer had disappeared from the spot.
They seemed to have thought of something and looked up into the air together.
Sure enough, a man in white fell from the air holding Bai Yaoer.
In the fluttering white clothes, the man's figure was as graceful as a swan.
The belt was unrolled, revealing a slight smile on his face.
And everyone knows that that smile is a legend.
