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It was just dawn and the monkey was walking towards the ridge on gravel.The wind blew from behind him, and it was cool and smelled of pine resin and wet earth.His steps were very light, each step stepping on the edges of the stone without leaving any mark.

When the pursuers entered the mountain, there were more than a dozen people and two dogs. Now there were only two living people left, one was lame and the other was holding a knife.

The man holding the knife had never been seen by Monkey before. He was not a servant of the palace. He was wearing a black shorts that had been washed white. There was a scar on the left side of his face from the corner of his eye to his chin. His steps were as steady as nails on the ground, and not even a speck of dust was raised when he stepped on the gravel.

Manager Liu was sitting next to him, leaning against a crooked pine tree. His left leg was wrapped with a strip of cloth, with dark red blood stains oozing from the strip.He leaned half of his body against the tree, and his voice shook like chaff: "Master Chen, you must not leave. That kid is very evil. If you kill him, I will give you half of the money the prince gives you! No, give it all to you!"

The monkey squatted on the top of the cliff, his heart skipping a beat.He recognized this scar and "killed" Chen San with one blow, the most ruthless swordsman in the world of Yuezhou City. It was said that he never used a second blow with his sword, and as many as eighty people died under his sword.Last year, he slashed three policemen at the gate of the city. The government wanted him for half a year, but they still didn't catch him.

He opened his hands, palms facing the ridge to catch the wind.The wind came up from under the cliff and pushed the swordsman's breath into his palm: it was very steady, his breathing was even, and his heartbeat was not fast.He was an old hand, and the scabbard of the knife in his hand was polished to a shiny finish. The handle of the knife was wrapped with an old cloth strip, and the cloth strip was covered with dried blood stains.But his hand kept pressing on the handle of the knife, not relaxed, but alert.He doesn't trust Manager Liu, nor does he trust this mountain.

We need to separate him and Manager Liu first.

The monkey squatted back on the top of the cliff, took out the old book from his arms and flipped through it.He could already draw the winding lines on the first page in his mind with his eyes closed. The wind gathered at the tips of his claws and split them out. This was what the monster showed him last night.He hasn't mastered it yet. If the wind is not gathered tightly, it will disperse when it is struck.But he doesn't need to split the cliff, he just needs to split a person's attention.

He closed the book, stood up and stretched his wrist.The wind was coming from the ridge, not too strong nor too weak, just enough.He opened his hands to catch the wind and walked down the cliff.

The swordsman heard the change first.It wasn't a mountain breeze, it was a wind coming from the side, bringing with it the sound of gravel rolling down.He drew his sword and turned around, with the tip of the sword facing the direction of the cliff. He took small steps to adjust his center of gravity. His whole figure was like a fully drawn bow.

But there was no one on the cliff.

The monkey was on the other side. He pushed the stone that had just been pried loose from the cliff toward the dwarf pine forest. The stone rolled down the slope and bounced against the tree trunk, causing the dead leaves to rattle.

The swordsman turned his head sharply, turning the tip of his sword towards the dwarf pine forest.

The monkey slid down the side of the cliff and landed on the gravel slope, deliberately crushing a stone.The click sound was particularly harsh in the quiet mountains.

The swordsman turned around and saw him.A thin boy squatted on the gravel slope, holding a three-inch long sword in his hand. His face was covered with dried mud, only two eyes were exposed, shining and flexible.

The swordsman pointed the tip of his sword towards him and did not move."Just you?"

The monkey stood up shivering, opened his hands, and the wind poured down from the cliff, rolled up the dust on the gravel slope, and rushed between the two of them.

The swordsman narrowed his eyes, and the monkey took advantage of this moment to jump out, not in the direction of the swordsman, but in the direction of the dwarf pine forest.

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