Volume 1: A stone strikes a thousand waves, the world surrounds Li Daosheng Chapter 23 Oops, I hit the wrong person
Under the cover of night, the lights in Hangzhou city were sporadic. Occasionally, one or two night watchmen could be seen walking on the street with lanterns in hand, occasionally beating the gong and shouting the time to the empty streets.
On the rooftop, Tang Qingao was hurrying on the road with a group of men in black. He had no intention of chasing Li Si, but walked westward. This was the way back to Tang Clan.
He didn't know whether Li Si had any connection with the Tang Clan, but this time Li Si did show him the way. Although Li Si was cruel, he was not an ungrateful person.
Since the other party has done him a favor, he will not interfere in this matter anymore, and he will keep silent about Li Si's whereabouts.
Although the people of the Tang Clan are not a famous and upright family, they are not villains who would do anything.
The moonlight was shining brightly. Tang Qingao ran forward while using his Qinggong skills, touching a flying knife at his waist and thinking.
However, I didn’t expect that Li Si, in addition to his martial arts skills, was also proficient in hidden weapons to such an extent.
It seems that this time, those who want to capture him without knowing the reason will suffer a great loss.
Thinking of this, Tang Qingao suddenly felt a little bit of anticipation, and even had an urge to stay and watch the show.
It must be quite interesting to watch those self-righteous gangsters make fools of themselves.
However, considering that he still had to return to the sect to meditate, he had to give up this plan temporarily.
Stop thinking about other things and concentrate on your journey.
Tang Qingao suddenly frowned and stopped on the eaves of a house.
He immediately placed his hands on his waist and looked at the other house opposite with a sharp gaze.
At the same time, behind him, a dozen masked men also stopped and each of them looked alert.
Their way forward was blocked by a person.
He was a man in a green robe, who looked young, with a youthful face, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and was very handsome.
He stood upright on the roof, his hands folded across his chest, his head lowered, and remained silent.
A green robe swayed in the evening breeze, and behind him were seven iron swords, all sheathed. Under the cold moonlight, they were still shining.
"Iron Sword Gate..." Upon seeing these seven swords, Tang Qingao narrowed his eyes and took out a hidden weapon from his waist.
He didn't expect that even the Iron Sword Sect, which usually didn't care about worldly affairs, would come here.
"Tie Muyi." The young man in green robe clasped his hands and said his name lightly.
It was indeed him.
A drop of cold sweat appeared on Tang Qingao's forehead.
If Li Si gave him the feeling of being as ethereal as the breeze, then the young man in front of him gave him the feeling of being a heavy sword that had not been unsheathed.
It was heavy and majestic, as powerful as a mountain. Even though he didn't move, that kind of spirit still weighed heavily on his heart.
"What do you want to do with us in the Tang Sect?" Tang Qingao secretly bit his lip to wake himself up, and a little blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"I heard that you are hunting down the Thief Saint Li Si." Tie Muyi raised his eyes slightly, and in his pair of black and white eyes, there was a mighty sword intent.
"I want to ask you, where did he go?"
He did not ask them whether they succeeded or not, because he knew that it would be impossible to catch Li Si with these people.
Is even the Iron Sword Sect ready to interfere?
It seems that this matter involves many famous masters.
Tang Qingao frowned and secretly groaned in his heart. If he had known this would happen, he would never have gotten involved in this matter. His martial arts skills were only first-rate, not enough to fill the gaps in these people's teeth.
It has to be said that Li Si is probably the least intimidating famous master, which is why everyone wants to try their luck.
But at the moment, Tang Qingao also knew that it was impossible for him to escape.
Because Li Si had done him a favor, he would not say a word no matter who asked.
"I have no comment on this matter."
Tang Qingao said in a cold voice, took a half step back, and made a gesture as if ready to take action.
He didn't know much about the Iron Sword Sect. Apart from the famous young master of the Iron Sword Sect in front of him, he knew basically nothing about it. After all, the Iron Sword Sect had disappeared from the martial arts world for several years.
So he naturally thought that Tie Muyi also went there to capture Li Si.
Seeing him like this, the masked man behind him gritted his teeth and prepared to fight.
Tie Muyi looked at the people in front of him with no expression on his face.
Seeing that he could not reach an agreement, he slowly raised one hand and grasped the iron sword behind his back.
"Then, I'll teach you."
…
"when!"
A hidden weapon was knocked away by a sheathed iron sword, tumbling and falling to the ground on the side.
On the roadside, more than a dozen masked men were lying with injuries of varying degrees.
"Cough!" Tang Qingao fell and sat down in a corner, covering his chest. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining his clothes red.
"Trample, tramp, tramp." Slow footsteps could be heard in the quiet street.
Tie Muyi walked in front of him holding the iron sword.
Is this the famous master? Looking at Tie Muyi, whose clothes were not even a bit messy, Tang Qingao thought while panting.
Only then did he realize how narrow-minded he was before.
The gap between first-rate and famous masters is as huge as a chasm.
"Li Si." Tie Muyi held up the unsheathed iron sword and said to Tang Qingao, "Where is he?"
"Heh." Tang Qingao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed dryly, with the undisguised hostility in his eyes.
"As a disciple of the Tang Sect, I will repay a favor. Today, Li Si has done me a favor. Even if you kill me, I will not reveal a single word of his information to you."
The iron sword in front of him paused.
Tie Muyi, who had been expressionless all this time, finally showed some expression.
He frowned and said to Tang Qingao.
"He, has done you a favor?"
"This has nothing to do with you." Tang Qingao leaned his head against the wall, smiling with blood in his eyes.
"Kill me if you want."
There was silence for a while.
Suddenly, Tie Muyi retracted the iron sword, and the iron sword flipped over and was put back on his back.
Tang Qingao was stunned, not knowing what Tie Muyi was going to do.
Tie Muyi stood there quietly with a frown on his face. After a long time, he took out a purse from his waist and threw it on the ground.
"What is this?" Tang Qingao asked.
"Medical expenses." Tie Muyi said stiffly.
After saying that, he left without looking back and quickly disappeared into the night street.
Only Tang Qingao was left, sitting there stupidly, not knowing what was going on.
" ha?"
