Clara and the Secret of the Jade Sword Chapter 2

"The Soul-Chasing and Rain-Breaking Three-Watch Star"

Even though Mabel Qiu betrayed his master twice, looking at the entire martial arts world, no one can replace this praise.

Ten years ago, Mabel Qiu returned to the Ziyun Sword Sect and stole a volume of "Xiyuan Sword Technique". After that, he was executed by Qing Linmen in Fuchun Mountain. Since then, Gengxing Sword has disappeared from the world. Everyone in the world thought that the Gengxing Sword was secretly hidden in the door by the sect leader Li Muche, and was buried in the sea of   fire on the day the Qinglin Sect was destroyed.

It wasn't until half a month ago that old man Poxi got the news from Tianji Pavilion that Gengxing Sword had reappeared.

"No wonder, Li Muge was looking for you until he died."

Throwing the wine jug at hand, old man Bo Xi stared at Clara Qiu and smiled faintly: "So it's because this sword has always been in your hand."

The Clara Qiu in front of him was at the age when he first entered the world, but he didn't have half the energy of Mabel Qiu back then. On the contrary, he was as boring as his gloomy courtyard.

If he hadn't known what she was going to ask him, old man Poxi couldn't help but wonder if she was responsible for the murder of Qing Linmen five years ago.

But think about it, Mabel Qiu became famous at a young age, but her daughter lost her mother at a young age.

Thinking of this, old man Bo Xi couldn't help but look at Clara Qiu and click his tongue twice.

Ignoring old man Bo Xi, Clara Qiu just asked calmly: "I know your rules."

"What do you want me to do for you?"

"Tell me first, why are you looking for this person?"

When the news came from Tianji Pavilion, he also told Clara Qiu what he wanted to ask.

Everyone in the world knew that Mabel Qiu died at the hands of Li Muge, but Clara Qiu said that there was someone else who killed Mabel Qiu.

With a sneer, old man Bo Xi said slowly: "The Qinglin Sect that killed Mabel Qiu has long been wiped out. If there really is a person like you said who was driven by Li Muge, why do you think he is still alive?"

No reason.

Gripping the Gengxing Sword tightly in his hand, Clara Qiu replied without hesitation: "He must be alive."

"Even if he dies, he can only die by my sword."

Hearing this, old man Percy was stunned and a strange expression appeared on his face.

Even if the trip is in vain, do you still need to ask for clarity?

It seems that he spoke too early just now. Clara Qiu and Mabel Qiu are mother and daughter after all, and they are just as stubborn as each other.

After a long while, old man Bo Xi finally spoke and answered Clara Qiu's question: "It's not a difficult task, but... I need you to help me get something."

Hearing that there seemed to be a clue in his words, Clara Qiu thought for a moment, raised his eyes to look at the old man Bo Xi opposite, and said calmly: "What are you retrieving?"

Hearing this, old man Percy sneered, shook his head and kept the secret: "It's not a rare item, just... a sword."

"The sword's name is --- Sheng Qiu Feng."

The name Sheng Qiufeng is familiar, but after all, she has lived in Chaoye Mountain for a long time and is not familiar with Zhongdu Wulin. So she thought for a while, then frowned and asked hesitantly: "Sheng Qiufeng... is the sword in the hands of the Wulin Alliance?"

Clapping his hands together, the old man Poxi affirmed: "That's right, the Wulin League has set up a competition for heroes, and the bargaining chip is to win the autumn wind."

"This group of Yingsai are just mediocre. If you can't win Qiu Feng in a row, then you don't have the right to do business with the old man."

If it were anything else, that would be fine, but in the Wulin Alliance, there were people she didn't want to and couldn't see.

Frowning, Clara Qiu refused without hesitation: "Change."

Hearing this, old man Bo Xi stood up and insisted slyly: "This is my only condition!"

Afraid that Clara Qiu would draw his sword and hurt someone, he took a step back and added fuel to the fire: "What, do you dare not, or do you just don't want to ask anymore?"

He naturally knew that Clara Qiu did not want to face the people of the Martial Alliance, but how could there be any easy thing in the world for her to get in vain? Therefore, old man Poxi was sure that even if Clara Qiu left in anger today, she would come back sooner or later and agree to his conditions.

I don't know what the old man Poxi wanted with this sword, but Clara Qiu gradually showed a look of embarrassment on his face.

Even though she had changed her appearance, she still didn't want to go to the summit.

She didn't want to face Zhongdu Wulin directly, and she didn't want to cause trouble, but at the moment, it seemed that Old Man Poxi was her only choice.

The Lord of Qiyue City knows everything, the Tianji Pavilion holds intelligence from the north and south, and the Beggars' Gang is all over the world, but she asked all the gangs along the way, but either she couldn't find anyone or couldn't answer. Only the Lord of Tianji Pavilion pointed out a clear way for her, that is, the old man Bo Xi who has a strange personality and got the information from some strange way.

After pondering for a moment, Clara Qiu turned to the opposite side, made up his mind and said, "I know."

"I will go and get Sheng Qiu Feng back for you."

With a threatening tone, she continued: "After this is done, you have to tell me the clues of that person."

Old man Poxi agreed readily: "Okay! As long as you can bring Sheng Qiufeng back, the old man will naturally not let you suffer in vain!"

But as he was talking, he seemed to think of something more interesting. He turned around and looked at Clara Qiu, smiling cunningly, "Humph, but the old man still has to remind you that although the others are not your enemy, be careful of one person."

Old man Poxi traveled all over the world in his early years and saw hundreds of heroes in the world. Anyone who can tell him to be careful must be regarded as a genius in the world.

The Heroes Tournament brought together all the world's geniuses, but old man Bo Xi didn't take any of them seriously. So who could this person he was talking about?

After thinking for a moment, Clara Qiu asked aloud: "Who is he?"

With a cold snort, old man Percy narrowed his eyes and kept the secret: "When you meet her... you will naturally understand."

Clara Qiu clenched her fists and resisted the urge to attack old man Bo Xi for a long time. She tilted her head and sighed, and compromised: "I know, I will get Sheng Qiufeng back for you."

Pursing his lips, Clara Qiu lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand, and added: "But if you want to get Sheng Qiufeng back, you still need to borrow a sword."

She could go up to Jinglantai, but she would never use the Gengxing Sword in her hand.

Mabel Qiu's daughter actually borrowed a sword from him. Who would believe it?

Old man Poxi said with a sly smile: "Old man, there are no good swords here."

"I just want a sword that can strike."

After she finished speaking, old man Poxi couldn't stop laughing.

Old man Poxi was teasing her for being timid, but after laughing for a long time, Clara Qiu didn't give him any reaction. Seemingly feeling bored, he stopped awkwardly, glanced sideways at Clara Qiu, and said angrily through his nose: "You said this yourself."

After saying that, he slapped his left hand on the counter, and a hidden cabinet popped out, containing several sword blades whose original sharpness could not be seen.

"That's it!"

In an instant, a light sword fell into Clara Qiu's hand, and then he heard old man Poxi say: "This sword is named --- Wuqi."

In his words, with a mixture of joking and seriousness, old man Bo Xi said lazily: "I'll see if this ordinary sword can make a name for itself in your hands!"

...

It was the You hour on Fu'an Street. Although the sky was so overcast that the setting sun could not see through, pedestrians still poured out from many directions, following the scent in search of food.

Clara Qiu was mixed in the crowd, his steps not as sure as before. Her eyes were wandering, staring at the top of the man's hair while thinking about what old man Poxi had just said.

Suddenly, someone in front of her interrupted her thoughts and called her softly.

"Girl, would you like a bowl of noodles?"

Hearing this, Clara Qiu paused, turned around expressionlessly, and saw a friendly-looking woman calling her in front of the noodle stall. The woman was wearing a bun and holding long chopsticks, looking like a noodle stall owner.

She looked tired and had no energy to shout. Perhaps because of this, there were only three or four tables of people sitting at her noodle stall.

But the matter of the Heroes Competition caught Clara Qiu's brow, and even his appetite was disturbed. Opening her mouth, Clara Qiu was about to refuse, but after seeing a little girl behind the landlady out of the corner of her eye, she closed her mouth again.

The girl looked to be only six or seven years old. She was holding the corner of the proprietress's bib tightly and looking at her timidly with her eyes open.

People at the back table were eating and chatting, and when they got excited, their hoarse laughter was enough to overturn the small noodle stall and even make the iron pot for cooking noodles shake three times.

Amid the shouts, the little girl clung to the proprietress who was holding long chopsticks, like a shivering civet cat that didn't dare to poke its head out.

Seeing Clara Qiu looking at the little girl behind him, the proprietress quickly pushed the child behind her, turned to Clara Qiu and apologized: "I'm so sorry, there is no one to take care of the child at home, so I just brought him over to the stall." superior."

"It turns out this kid is so pestering that I can't even lift my hand."

The cuffs of the landlady's clothes were worn gray, and there was a big tear at the tiger's mouth. But just now she noticed that the little girl's coat was carefully mended, and even had branches entangled on it. The proprietress must have taken the noodle stall back and carefully repaired it with an oil lamp.

Clara Qiu looked at the mother and daughter calmly for a few times, but finally took out a copper coin from his pocket and said softly, "Give me a bowl of pork noodles."

Seeing that she had placed an order, the proprietress smiled happily. She pointed to a clean table for Clara Qiu while holding her child's hand and said, "Sister, go sit over there first. The noodles will be ready soon."

As he said that, he leaned over to open the pot and was about to chop the ginger and garlic with a knife.

As soon as Clara Qiu sat down, he heard the "clacking" sound of the chopping board and the knife handle hitting each other, but this sound was far less loud than the voices of the people at the table behind him.

He didn't want to listen carefully to what they were talking about, but after hearing "four people" and "Sheng Qiu Feng", Clara Qiu realized that what they were talking about was exactly what they were talking about in the Wulin Alliance the day after tomorrow. A competition of heroes was held on the stage.

When I glanced over, I saw two or three short knives sitting on the table. The handles were roughly wrapped with cloth. They looked like a group of guards from some house.

As they ate noodles, they chatted animatedly: "...if we choose four people, won't the three great schools of Ziyun, Changkong, and Qianlong take all the places?"

One of them raised his eyebrows and replied: "Who knows, what if a surprise force comes from the sky and kicks these three factions away?"

Just as she was listening carefully, the fragrant noodles with minced meat were served. The proprietress took good care of her and covered the noodles with minced meat that had been splashed with oil.

Before anyone could continue talking, a man suddenly spoke in the corner, attracting everyone's attention. He was wearing a brown shorts, his arms lowered, he put down the bowl hard, and then he spat disdainfully: "The competition between heroes is a bullSh!t competition!"

Obviously, the noodle stall was so small, and he must have heard the voices of the security guards talking about the competition.

Clara Qiu glanced at him and saw that the man was short, but he was quite strong. He seemed to know some martial arts, and he didn't know if he was a swordsman or a martial artist. He just kept saying, "Although Zhongyuan defeated the Yulong Sect five years ago and established the Wulin Alliance, the heroes have been lonely in the past five years, and there is no successor. What kind of heroes are we talking about!"

It is true that heroes are lonely. There were once six sects in the Jianghu in Zhongdu, four of which were sects based in Zhongdu, and the other two sects were only separated from Zhongdu by a mountain and a river.

Among various sects, there were seven heroes: Li Muge of Qinglin Sect, Mabel Qiu of Ziyun Sword Sect, Lin Yanshuang of Baiying Sect, Si Ruoyu of Changkong Sect, Zhu Rongqian of Qianlong Sect, Dorian Yun of Gaoshui Villa, and Penglai Island element wonderful source.

But in these ten years, the Seven Heroes have declined to a lamentable point. The famous Gengxing Jian Mabel Qiu and Xuexue Sword Dorian Yun betrayed the right path, and the rest of the knights were either missing or were old and weak. The Seven Heroes are no more, and there is no one to continue the martial arts in Zhongdu. How can we not make people sigh for it.

Thinking of this, other diners in the noodle stall shook their heads and said, "It's not just the heroes who are lonely, I see, it's the world that is in ruins!"

"Only three of the six major sects remain. Qinglin has long been wiped out. Baiying Sect and Lin Yanshuang have been hiding in some broken valley. Only Ziyun and Qianlong Sect can still produce one or two heroes. As for Changkong Sword Sect, it has long been unable to strike the sky with a sword!

After hearing this, someone around him counted his fingers, and then asked angrily: "No, isn't there Gaoshui Villa in the Six Gates?"

Gaoshui Villa, a stunning villa that was once on par with Qinglinmen, has never recovered since Dorian Yun's accident, and can't even reach the threshold of Wulin Alliance.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in brown shorts mocked, "What a joke! Gaoshui Villa has long been in decline, and they chose a useless daughter to be the young master. Really!"

When he said this, he burst out laughing, talking about the world's downfall, but his tone was full of schadenfreude.

After swallowing a mouthful of hot soup, he continued to slap the table and said sarcastically: "Seriously, there will be no descendants and no one left!"

As she spoke, she and the man beside her laughed together. The laughter was so harsh and irritating that Clara Qiu couldn't drink another sip of tea.

She impatiently raised her eyes to look in the direction of the laughter, but as soon as she saw the man's appearance clearly, a black shadow shot out from outside the fence, and at a speed that she couldn't react to, it went straight into the cheek of the man who was leading the sneer!

Hearing a muffled "Uh", the man who was dancing with joy just now stood up with his hands on his cheeks and an angry look. And the "hidden weapon" that just hit him rolled down the edge of the table and fell to the ground. Everyone looked down and saw that it was just a small plum.

He was set up by someone, and he was furious at this time. A pair of burning eyes scanned the outside of the stall, and finally locked onto a slowly approaching carriage.