Xiao Zhongxiaos figure was like a gust of wind, constantly circling and roaming around Qingchen, his sword in hand like a fish swimming in the water, avoiding the spears sharpness and looking for an opening to strike. Qingchen seemed not to want to engage in a decisive battle with Xiao Zhengrong, but only wanted to force him back to find Sun Wanlin and take action against him, while Xiao Zhengrongs goal was to entangle her, avoid the sharpness and engage in a roaming battle. For the time being, Qingchen really couldnt shake off Xiao Zhongxiao.
In the calm valley, a sudden gust of wind rolled in, accompanied by sharp sonic booms. The people hiding around could only see flashes of green and purple lightning entwined and swirling. Other workers on the construction site, including Sun Wanlin and the undercover agent disguised as a worker, abandoned their previous plans and ran frantically towards the surrounding mountains. Immediately after, smoke and dust filled the valley, almost all buildings collapsed one after another, and the purple lightning and green light continued to rotate and penetrate through the smoke and dust. It turned out that Qingchen had discovered that everyone else had escaped and began to attack Xiao Zhongxiao.
Xiao Zhongxiao found that this killer was so fierce, he himself couldnt withstand the attack. Every shot that came from afar had a powerful force, and he could only retreat and dodge in circles. They were fighting fiercely in the valley, and outside the valley, the patrol officer who had spoken to Xiao Zhongxiao earlier showed a strange expression on his face. He took out the walkie-talkie and gave an order: "All units attention, no need to aim at the target, concentrate your firepower on the central position of the valley! ... Open fire!"
The officers order was extremely ruthless, taking advantage of Qingchen being within the range of fire, he wanted to kill her on the spot, and even if Xiaozhong had to sacrifice himself, it would be worth it. The sound of gunfire echoed simultaneously from all directions in the mountain valley, with intense firepower concentrated together, creating a deafening explosion that shook even White Shaofeng, who was far away, to sit on the ground. This sudden explosion made him miss what happened in the valley at that moment, and when he looked up again, the central valley was filled with flying bullets, but there was no sign of Xiaozhong or Qingchen - these two people had actually escaped!
Bai Shaofeng did not see the scene at that time, and others could not see clearly either. Just as the patrol officer gave the order to open fire, Xiao Zhengrong and Qingchen, who were fighting fiercely in the valley, had a strange exchange of gazes. Immediately afterwards, the two men simultaneously withdrew their guns and swords, flew up and rushed towards each other, striking out with a palm. The palms of the two men did not touch, but the whistling palm wind exploded like a fierce storm three feet away from their hands, sweeping their bodies apart and sending them flying backwards in opposite directions.
The two of them flew out of the valley, bullets were already whizzing by, but their location was no longer where the firepower was most concentrated. Bai Shaofeng didnt see Xiao Zhengrongs direction, when he got up from the ground and looked clearly again, just in time to see the killer Qingchen flying straight towards him.
Her speed was extremely fast, almost like flying, but in Bai Shaofengs eyes, it wasnt flying. He thought Qingchens movements were a bit like when he used to skip stones on the river surface as a child, where one stone could bounce continuously for a long distance on the water. Now, Qingchen only needed her toes to lightly touch the ground and her body would slide forward tens of meters, with a speed so fast that ordinary people couldnt even see her shadow. When she charged towards the mountain forest, a hail of bullets shot towards her, but they all hit the long gun in her hand and were deflected.
Bai Shaoliu finally knew that in this world, there were not only people who could see bullets clearly with their eyes, but also those who could really block bullets with the weapons in their hands. However, Qingchen did not block all the bullets. A 12.7mm anti-aircraft bullet grazed her waist, tearing open her black clothes and leaving a bloody mark on her white skin. Then Qingchen rushed out of the encirclement, passing over the heads of the armed personnel. When she broke through the encirclement, she was so close to the sniper hiding near the ground that if she had stabbed down with her spear, she could have taken his life. Yet, she did not kill him.
Qing Chen burst out of the police cordon, and no one chased after him. In fact, even if they wanted to chase him, they couldnt catch up. Bai Shaoliu watched as Qing Chen leaped over a small hill, crossed the low valley between two hills, and came straight in his direction. Just then, another unexpected thing happened - suddenly, a long silk thread appeared in the air, over 100 meters long, almost invisible to the naked eye. The thread spun around and wrapped itself around Qing Chens body.
She was just a little bit off, and her head crashed into the spider web. She reacted extremely quickly, leaping into the air as the tip of her spear shone with a sharp light, sweeping towards the long silk threads in front of her. Several zhang away, two thick-trunked pine trees bent in response to the wind. The power of this spear sweep was incredibly fierce, but that one thin thread, which couldnt be any thinner, was surprisingly resilient beyond imagination. It actually bounced her long spear back, and even sent Qing Chens body spinning around in a big circle.
Bai Shaoyu also saw clearly, between the two mountains, in a small mountain valley, stood a person. This person looked like a man in his thirties, with a strong and straight build, and a very calm expression. Not at all could be seen that he was fighting against an expert, yet the hundred-meter-long silk thread flew out from his right sleeve.
He was wearing a light gray loose sleeve button-down shirt, a very traditional style of clothing that is now rarely seen. Bai Shaofeng felt a sense of familiarity when he first saw him, but couldnt remember where he had seen him before. The hundred-foot-long silk in the air seemed to be manipulated by the mans heart, surrounding Qingchen and flying around him. Qingchen danced with his long spear, charging left and right, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldnt break out of the encirclement of the hundred-foot-long silk. Unlike the previous earth-shaking battle, this mans use of silk to trap Qingchen was almost silent.
Todays unexpected events were too many, Bai Shaofeng was almost unable to react for a moment. Seeing Xiao Zhongxiao and Qīng Chén, such masters, had already made people sigh in amazement, especially Qīng Chéns incredible skills which almost exceeded the limits of human imagination. However, another mysterious man suddenly appeared in the mountain valley, seemingly with "kung fu" far surpassing Qīng Chéns, reaching an unbelievable level. Qīng Chén wielded his crimson spear with swift movements, purple-golden spear flowers scattering around like snowflakes, yet unable to repel that seemingly weak and intangible long silk. This intense battle gave people the feeling of a cat teasing a mouse, yet not hurrying to catch it.
Bai Shaofeng couldnt help but feel a little worried, he could also see that the assassin Qingchen was in a very unfavorable situation. He didnt know why, although they had never met before, Bais inner self still leaned more towards Qingchen than towards the Patrol Department or the master who cooperated with them. Where did so many strange and extraordinary people come from? What was the origin of this mysterious man? Why did he feel a sense of familiarity when he saw him? Bai couldnt figure it out no matter how hard he thought!
At this moment, the situation took a dramatic turn again, and from far away on the other side of the mountain valley came the sound of someone singing. The voice was heard before the person was seen, and the lyrics were "Little monk going down the mountain to beg for alms, old monk has entrusted. The woman at the foot of the mountain is a tiger, if you encounter her, you must avoid her..." The mans voice was very pleasant, soft and magnetic baritone, but the singing was too off-key, not a single sentence was in tune.
The distant mountain was also high, and from afar, a person was walking leisurely on the small path between the two mountains. The sunlight shone on this persons hair, reflecting a starry silver light, and his white hair was not sparse. However, upon closer inspection of his face, it was discovered that he wasnt very old, only in his thirties, with rosy lips and pearly whites, and a handsome complexion. He held half a bottle of mineral water in his hand and had a travel bag on his back, looking like he came to the outskirts for a hike just like Xiaobai. As soon as Baishao Liu saw this person, it was as if a window suddenly opened in his mind, and he remembered!
What did Bai Shaofeng remember? He remembered who the mysterious man was who had fought with Qingchen under the mountain, and also who the person was who came singing from outside the mountain, both of whom he had seen when he was a child! If you see someone familiar but cant recall who they are, the best reminder is to see another familiar person, and these two people were ones that Bai Shaofeng had seen at the same time. He recognized these two people because of the donkey his family had raised when he was young, a donkey that used to be called Baimao. Baimaos death was related to these two people...
The village where Xiaobai lived as a child was called Xiaobai Village. In front of it were two rivers converging, and behind it was a hilly area with quite good scenery but poor land that often suffered from water disasters, making it a poor place since ancient times. This situation didnt change until he was 7 or 8 years old, when the local government collaborated with the city to develop an eco-tourism project. Every holiday, they would drive people from the city to the village. These city folks would wander around in the mountains, then go boating and fishing on the river, and finally visit various homes in the village to eat farmhouse meals.
In the autumn of Xiaobais seventh year, a group of people came to the village for a tour and had lunch in front of his house. While they were eating, someone suddenly asked his grandfather: "Old White Head, isnt the local specialty five-spice donkey meat? Why isnt it on the table?" His grandfather replied: "Sorry, no one in the village has slaughtered a donkey these days." The man with the air of a big shot asked again: "Do you have a donkey at home?" Xiaobais grandfather replied: "There is a hairy donkey for grinding grain." The man said: "Slaughter it and make five-spice donkey meat." His grandfather said: "Im afraid it wont be ready in time." The man insisted: "Eat it tomorrow, will you do it for 2,000 yuan?"
The negotiations about the five-spice donkey meat ended here, and Grandpa immediately shouted in the front yard: "Xiaobai, bring out our donkey for this boss to see." Grandpa agreed to slaughter Bai Mao immediately to make five-spice donkey meat. The reason was simple - 2,000 yuan could buy three donkeys at that time. When Xiaobai brought the donkey to the front yard, an accident almost happened. There were three tables with more than 20 guests in the yard. Bai Mao didnt know what was going on and broke free from the reins, rushing towards one of the tables of guests.
Among the tourists, one person stood up and blocked a little girl in front of him. The white fur flying from his chest was kicked by the donkeys hoof. The tourist who was kicked by the donkey did not get hurt because another person next to him lightly waved his hand and knocked the several hundred pound donkey to the ground with one blow. The donkey that could communicate with Xiaobai through divine sense was still a donkey after all, it had foreseen its own fate and wanted to struggle but couldnt avoid becoming five-spice donkey meat.
Xiaobai was even melancholic for a long time, thinking about that mysterious and unfortunate donkey. However, the fact is that the local five-spice donkey meat really tastes good, and Xiaobai likes to eat it too, but hopefully not from his own familys donkeys. Later on, his grandparents became somewhat famous for their five-spice donkey meat in Xiaobais village, making a small fortune and opening up a workshop for the dish. If it werent for this, they probably wouldnt have had enough money to send Xiaobai to college, let alone save up for him to bribe his way into finding a job.
The one who was kicked by the donkey at that time was the person who was singing and coming, while the one who waved his hand to knock the donkey to the ground was the mysterious master who was fighting with Qingchen.
