Qingshui Town is just a remote town, located in a barren area, so there are no high-level people there. Especially after the death of the original old town leader, the strongest person became the current Patriarch Zhao Changhe.
It was only in the realm of the Mid Gang Qi Realm. After receiving Plum Blossom Seal from Young Master Chunqing, he was shocked and sent someone to ask for help from the largest Seventh-Rank Sect Long Saber Sect nearby.
On the other hand, Hero's Invitation is widely distributed, hoping to withstand the attack of Young Master Chunqing as much as possible before getting help.
There is still no news from the Long Saber Sect, and no powerful person has appeared on Hero Stage, so Patriarch Zhao Changhe is anxiously running around in the hall.
"Dad."
At this time, a girl with a delicate figure and an unusually fair complexion walked in.
"Lingzhu, why did you come out? The pharmacist said that you need to rest for your illness, and you must not suffer from the cold."
Seeing the girl come in, Zhao Changhe quickly put away his anxious and worried expression and said with a smile.
He quickly approached and helped the person in.
"Dad, I'm fine. It's good to go out for a walk more often."
The girl coughed lightly and shook her head, then asked curiously, "What happened outside? Why is it so lively?"
Zhao Changhe helped the girl to a chair and sat down. He looked back at the maid who accompanied the girl. After seeing her shaking her head, she breathed a sigh of relief and explained with a smile:
"It's nothing serious, it's just that the mansion is short of a few guards recently, so I set up the ring to pick them out."
The girl nodded slightly and suddenly said, "Dad, are you hiding something from me?"
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile and said, "How could that happen? Don't think too much."
"But I feel that the security at home has become much tighter recently, especially around my yard. Plus, we are recruiting guards now. Something must have happened. And dad, you won't lie at all, you just want to hide something from me."
The girl looked serious.
Zhao Changhe scratched his head in embarrassment. His daughter had been talented since she was a child, and her talent was amazing. She became Zhen Qi Realm Martial Artist at the age of only thirteen, which was a sensation.
It's a pity that an unknown disease not only took away her talent, but also made her weak.
Now I am sixteen years old, I am still Early Zhen Qi Realm, and the pharmacist has even said that I will not live to be eighteen.
Now being targeted by Young Master Chunqing again, I can't even enjoy my last moments.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel sad, and his tone was choked with sobs.
"Dad, this is what my daughter's destiny is. You don't have to do so much for me."
The girl seemed to see something, and held Zhao Changhe's arm tightly with a somewhat cold hand.
"Don't talk nonsense."
After forcing himself to calm down, Zhao Changhe said with firm eyes, "Dad is here for everything, don't think blindly."
The girl was about to say something, but at this moment, a family member ran in excitedly, "Master of the house, master of the house, it's a great event."
"Why panic!"
Zhao Changhe immediately stopped shouting. When the servant saw that the eldest lady was there, he quickly stopped talking, but because he was so happy, he looked like he was hesitant to speak.
"Dad, I'll go back first."
"Okay, come on, take the lady back. Be sure to watch your steps."
Zhao Changhe Seeing the servant like this, he knew that good news had come and he was looking forward to it, so he quickly ordered someone to escort the girl back.
After the others left, the servant immediately said, "Go home, there are three late-stage seniors of Gang Qi coming outside. One calls himself Lei Yuanshou, one calls himself Autumn Rain Swordsman, and one calls himself Death Swordsman, but..."
"But what?"
Zhao Changhe looked happy. Lei Yuanshou and Autumn Rain Swordsman were both well-known figures in the area. Even if they were not the overlords of the Gang Qi Realm, with their help, they would be more confident in dealing with Young Master Chunqing.
However, I had never heard of this Death Swordsman, and I saw that the servant was still hesitant. Maybe there was something wrong, so I hurriedly urged him.
The servant reorganized the language and said, "This Death Swordsman is wearing a mask and refuses to show his true face, and he also looks very young."
Zhao Changhe understands, this is because he is afraid of attracting wolves into the house, but when he thinks that if the other party is really Young Master Chunqing pretending to be, he still has to face him.
And being able to notice him at all times is better than not showing up all the time, so he quickly went out to greet him in person.
Death Swordsman is naturally the pseudonym of Lu Ming. The reason why he helped was not because of the reward. To be honest, the reward from the Gang Qi Realm was completely worthless to him.
I just accidentally heard about Miss Zhao's experience. He was plagued by strange illnesses, his genius fell, and he was declared not to live until he was eighteen. Now he is being targeted again.
So out of compassion, I helped out.
And the reason why I hide my realm is because I don't want to scare people so much that they don't dare to come. Otherwise, if they leave, they will come and cause trouble again, which will be a waste of time.
"Brother Lei Yuan, I heard that your Lei Yuanshou has reached an extremely high level, and you have even comprehended Thunder Artistic Conception. I'm afraid you are not far from the overlord level, right?"
There is a high platform around the ring. Any Late Gang Qi Realm who steps on the stage will be respectfully invited up without any competition.
There are three people inside now.
A middle-aged man with a sallow complexion and a sword wrapped around his waist put down the teacup in his hand and asked the other person.
The person he was questioning was also a middle-aged man with a serious face and bulging temples. He looked like a man with advanced skills. Hearing this, he cupped his hands and replied:
"It's still a bit short, but I can't say that against other overlords. I'm still somewhat confident against Young Master Chunqing, this Flower-picking pervert."
He deliberately emphasized the words "Flower-picking pervert" and inadvertently glanced at Lu Ming, who had been wearing a mask. Seeing that there was no reaction, he reluctantly withdrew his gaze.
"I'm afraid it's Brother Lei Yuan's self-effacing statement that I'm not talented. I think Autumn Rain Swordplay has reached a certain level. If we cooperate with Brother Lei Yuan, we can definitely keep that thief."
Autumn Rain Swordsman smiled slightly, then turned to look at Lu Ming and said, "This brother is called Death Swordsman, what kind of sword skills does he practice?"
There was an obvious sense of probing in his words, and he was obviously as suspicious of Lu Ming as Lei Yuanshou.
Lu Ming is not angry because of doubts. His mind is not that narrow-minded. Speaking of which, it is abnormal for them not to doubt.
So he pulled out the Low-grade Treasure Saber that had not been used for a long time like lightning, and saw a burst of Saber Light instantly filling the entire high platform, making the two people mistakenly think that he was going to take action, and they were so frightened that they immediately stood up and wanted to fight back.
It's just that this Saber Light wave came and went quickly. Lu Ming's sword has been sheathed, as if it had never been moved.
Just when the two of them were confused about the reason, they suddenly saw that the green plant between the three of them suddenly withered and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Could this be Death Artistic Conception?"
The two of them looked at Lu Ming in shock. You must know that artistic conceptions have different strengths and weaknesses. Now the opponent's sword technique actually contains Death Artistic Conception, but it is extremely rare.
No wonder he calls himself Death Swordsman, which is worthy of his name.
"It seems that we have misunderstood. I have offended you many times before, and I hope you can forgive me."
After this move, the two of them were convinced that Lu Ming was not Young Master Chunqing. After all, this move was at the level of a secret skill, but it was completely unrelated to the secret skill of Young Master Chunqing.
"It doesn't matter. I also admire the chivalrous spirit of the two of you who draw swords to help when encountering difficulties."
Lu Ming returned the greeting with a cupped hand.
"Where, where."
Lu Ming This sentence obviously hit their mark, and it immediately brought the relationship between several people closer, and the atmosphere became much more harmonious.
"Everyone, I am so late to greet you. Please forgive me."
At this moment, the sound of rapid footsteps came. The sound arrived before the person arrived.