Chapter 25: Opera House
Bai Yunxiu is the last disciple of Bai Shizhong, the old guardian of the Five Poison Sect. Bai Shizhong is also a sworn brother of the previous leader Song Chengxi. It is correct for her to call him "Uncle" in terms of seniority, but the age difference is too big!
Bai Shizhong served as the Dharma Protector for sixty years and supported three religious leaders.
After Song Chengxi's "sudden death", it was he who stabilized the overall situation in the sect and supported two more sect leaders, thus preventing the Five Poison Sect from falling apart.
Bai Shizhong came to power at the age of thirty, and is now ninety years old. He has long retired to Miao territory and is rumored to have passed away.
Song Chengxi is twelve years older than him!
It can be said that all the current disciples of the Five Poisons Sect are his disciples and grandchildren, so he is qualified to be the Grand Master of Baiyunxiu!
How is this going?
A man who had been dead for more than 40 years was alive and well. The last time I saw him, his hair was half gray and half white. It was impossible to associate him with being a hundred years old.
Cao Jinxing frowned.
and……
What did Bai Yunxiu mean by the last words? Would he come to find me? And he said he was waiting for me in the Shiwandashan Mountains?
He felt vaguely that he had been stirred into a whirlpool, and now only the tip of the iceberg was exposed, and the rest was bottomless...
"Forget it, there's no point in thinking too much. Judging from her attitude, it seems like she wants to ask for help. This spirit snake master in Miaojiang is not as easy to talk to as she was just now..."
Her nickname is "Snake Spirit", but not just because she has a snake.
but……
Things will work out when the time comes. Since they are asking me for help, there is nothing to be afraid of!
Cao Jinxing shook his head, put these aside for the time being, put away the [Holy Yuan Pill] and [Anti-Poison Pearl], and concentrate on the current task.
The fire turtle is still on me, I have to take it back quickly.
"Lord Cao!"
Pei Yangchun and Xia Zheng rushed over and said anxiously, "Just now, a woman in yellow came up, cured Zheng'er of the poison, and took away the snake skin from Yang Wanli. You..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the [Snow Soul] in Cao Jinxing's hand, and the frost marks left by the [Water Painting and Ice Carving] on the ground...
This kind of power can only be unleashed by understanding the true meaning of the founder's sword marks. I can't help but feel both relieved and regretful.
"fine."
Cao Jinxing said: "She has left, and the White Dragon Gu will not harass you anymore."
"Thank you, sir."
Pei Yangchun bowed and said, "I have another request, I hope you will agree to it."
"Speaking."
Pei Yangchun immediately told Cao Jinxing the origin of the sword mark and the incompleteness of the sword manual, and begged Cao Jinxing to give him some advice to at least complete the missing parts of the inheritance.
"no problem."
Cao Jinxing nodded. He had no intention of returning [Xue Po], so this small request would be considered as payment for the sword.
Pei Yangchun was overjoyed, and ordered Xia Zheng and a group of disciples to watch and learn carefully, and then practiced the "Xuan Yin Sword" in a disciplined manner.
"You're missing four moves, you made three mistakes, and there are some minor problems. I might as well show you again."
In his eyes, the sword marks on the Sword Enlightenment Stone were clearly sharp swords. By practicing the sword forces and sword intentions contained in them one by one, he would naturally master the sword skills!
There were too many omissions in the Taiyi Sect's current version, and he didn't know the specific names of the moves. It would be too troublesome to correct them one by one, so he just gave a set of standard answers.
Pei Yangchun was overjoyed.
All the disciples were even more delighted. The complete version of "Xuan Yin Sword" was a sixth-grade sword technique. The rise of Taiyi Sect was in sight!
at the same time.
The entrance of Panshe Cave at Xifeng.
Yang Qiancheng, the leader of the Ten Thousand Snake Cave, sat powerlessly in a wheelchair. He slowly put down the telescope in his hand, his eyes bloodshot.
—— His son wanted him to witness with his own eyes the glorious moment when he took over the Black Turtle Cave and conquered the Taiyi Sect, ending the century-long dispute between the two sects. Unexpectedly, what he saw was the massacre of his disciples and his son's tragic death...
His old illness relapsed five years ago, and his legs can no longer walk. His boxing skills are not as good as before, but his internal strength has improved. He can drive away snakes with sound and control snakes over a wider range, and his ears and eyes are more sensitive.
Sitting in front of the Spirit Snake Cave, I could hear clearly the fighting going on a few hundred meters away.
"Jinyiwei..."
Yang Qiancheng's hands turned white, tears welled up in his eyes, and he growled, "I'm going to make you pay with your life!"
The Ten Thousand Snakes Cave is definitely gone. Once the Taiyi Sect recovers, a reckoning is inevitable. The best outcome is to drive them down the mountain.
Pei Yangchun, that bastard, has attached himself to the Imperial Guards and is dependent on the imperial power. Unless he is willing to abandon his family and career and become a fugitive, there is no way he can move against him!
But, there is still a way out.
There was a fierce flash in his eyes .
"Yang Er!"
A loud roar.
A disciple approached tremblingly: "Master."
"Dismiss all the people from West Peak! Take the carrier pigeon and the writing brush..."
Yang Qiancheng's eyes flashed with madness: "I will send a letter to the capital, asking this Jinyiwei to be buried with my son!"
…
After practicing the twenty-four moves of "Xuan Yin Sword Technique", Pei Yangchun comprehended it the fastest.
Except for the last move [Painting Water and Carving Ice] which was unable to integrate the sword intent, the others were quickly corrected and their power was obviously increased.
He possesses the matching internal skill "Ji Han Jing", which is even better than "Han Chan Gong" in terms of compatibility. When the internal energy flows, there will be a response when he makes a move.
However, the eldest disciple Xia Zheng seemed to have some understanding of the last move, and he gained some insights into it. With time, he should be able to master it completely.
"Thank you, sir!"
Pei Yangchun's long-cherished wish was fulfilled. He thanked him again and again, and said to one of his disciples, "Go to the ancestral hall and get the scabbard."
After a while, the apprentice came back with the scabbard in both hands.
Cao Jinxing took a look and found that the scabbard was the same as [Xue Po], transparent white and bone-chillingly cold!
"This is the scabbard that our ancestor hired a skilled craftsman to make using the skin of a frost dragon from the North Sea. It has the effect of nourishing the sword. Since [Snow Soul] could not be brought out, it has been kept on the shelf. Today, I am giving it to you. Please accept it."
"Thank you very much."
Cao Jinxing was not polite either. He sheathed his Snow Soul and clasped his fists, saying, "I have official duties to attend to and cannot stay for long. Master Pei, take care."
Pei Yangchun returned the greeting: "Take care, sir."
Cao Jinxing nodded and disappeared into a flash of lightning.
A group of disciples looked at his back.
"Master, this Lord Cao seems to be very different from the Jinyiwei ..."
"yes."
Pei Yangchun let out a long sigh, finally letting go of the heavy stone that had been weighing on his heart for years. He looked up at the sky and muttered to himself, "The master is here with spirit, may God bless Taiyi Sect..."
…
Cao Jinxing rode his horse at full speed.
The Ferghana horse was very fast and it ran out of Luoyang that day and arrived at Lu'an Prefecture in western Shanxi.
At night, it suddenly rained heavily, forcing Cao Jinxing, who was planning to travel quickly, to give up his plan and go to the post station to rest.
Bang bang bang!
Cao Jinxing dismounted and knocked on the door.
"coming!"
The Fuyi Posthouse is located in the western suburbs. It is quite a large place and is larger than ordinary inns. Officials of all levels would come in to feed their horses, change horses and rest when they passed by. There were especially many people during the rainy season.
The oil lamp was lit, and a postman in his fifties came out holding an oil lamp.
It was late at night and it was raining heavily. He hurriedly put on his straw raincoat and came out, and saw a token in front of him.
——The Imperial Guards of the Northern Pacification Division!
The postman was about to kneel down in a hurry.
"No need to be so polite."
Cao Jinxing looked at him and said, "Prepare a guest room and get some fodder for the horses."
"Yes. Please follow me, sir."
The postman bowed respectfully and took him to the main room.
Cao Jinxing glanced at his shoes and said casually, "You are the only one on duty in such a big post station?"
"Originally there should be three postmen, but after nightfall, there are too few people like you who brave the rain, and the rain is cold and wet, so they all go home to hug their wives... Oh, my Lord..."
After the old postman finished explaining, he suddenly slapped his head, as if he had missed something important, and wanted to turn around and talk...
Boom!
A flash of lightning streaked across the clouds, illuminating the vast sky and earth in a pale white!
Cao Jinxing made his move instantly. Before the old postman could turn around, [Xuepo] was unsheathed. The sword light was like a streak of silk, and it slashed across his neck at an extremely fast speed!
His head flew off immediately!
The headless body paused for a moment before falling down with a bang, with the oil lamp still tightly held in its hand!
The head hit the ground, splashing mud and water.
The old face was full of astonishment, and he died with his eyes open.
"I'll act more like it in my next life."
Cao Jinxing sneered and turned his gaze to look at his hand. A copper tube was revealed under his sleeve, which was the [Heavy Rain of Pear Blossom Needles]!
This thing is fired at close range, and twenty-seven steel needles fly out at the same time. Even Cao Jinxing would be injured!
"The clothes are right, but the shoes are not changed."
Cao Jinxing held the corpse's shoes with his long sword, his face full of disgust: "An old postman in his fifties, wearing high-quality boots, which are even better than my official boots! He deliberately pretends to be old, hides his internal strength, and breathes slowly... Whose killer is this? Why does he act like that damn saint?"
The sword flashed.
The mask on the postman's face was removed, revealing the face of a middle-aged man.
Cao Jinxing took a look and had no impression at all.
Cut the clothes into pieces with a few swipes of the sword.
He found a dark token with the two big characters "Xuan Ba" engraved on the front and an opera mask engraved on the back. At first glance, it looked like a hideous ghost face.
"Ghost mask...Xi Ling Lou?"
Cao Jinxing's face was solemn, and his brows were deeply furrowed: "Why would the world's number one killer organization... recruit these guys?"
