The fifth volume is full of awe and martial arts legends Chapter 220: Going North, Outside the Pass
By the time the meal was over, the night had already deepened.
Sun Xiaohong seemed to have not met a stranger for a long time. Moreover, she had adopted Li Yaoshi as her goddaughter, so she loved him very much and could not help but try to keep him and have a long talk with him.
However, there was only one bamboo hut, so Li Muchan and Li Xunhuan had to sleep in the woods, accompanied by the bright moon and stars, drinking and chatting.
Although this man is a legend in the martial arts world, he has now returned to his original nature. Not only does he no longer have that detached and aloof air, but he is easy-going, approachable and friendly.
Although the two talked a lot, they never mentioned the Qinglong Society and the eight big figures in the capital.
With Li Xunhuan's current state of mind, if he wanted to take action, he would have done so long ago, but he hid his identity and lived in the mountains and rivers, with no fixed whereabouts and hard to trace. He must have his own ideas.
Or maybe the action has already taken place, and there is something else going on.
After all, the identities of those eight people are too unusual. They are not from the underworld, and they are all powerful figures in the government. Who would dare to act rashly?
You have to know that the Li family has been a scholarly family for generations, and several generations have had people serving as officials in the court. Once they take action, the whole body will be affected, and too many people are involved.
And the most important thing is that those eight people are favored by the emperor of the time and have the emperor as their backer.
Even if those eight powerful ministers were all defeated and killed, if the emperor did not change his stupidity, eight more would emerge in a short time.
Besides, the troubles caused by the Qinglong Society originated from the royal family. Li Xunhuan must have been disappointed with the government, and even disheartened.
But it doesn't matter anyway.
Li Muchan doesn't care too much. Since they are already enemies, he has to kill them all and decide whether they live or die. Only then will the matter be over.
As for powerful ministers and emperors, they are all shit to him. If they dare to cause trouble, he will beat them up first.
In this game of competing for supremacy in the martial arts world and dominating the world, Li Muchan must win to the end and laugh proudly at his rivals, only then will he be satisfied.
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The sun rises in the east every morning and the moon sets in the west every night.
The next morning.
Roosters are crowing incessantly at the foot of the mountain, but there is a man sitting alone on the mountain.
Li Muchan sat alone on the top of the mountain, looking at the rising sun in the distance, his mind surprisingly calm.
"lay down."
He muttered to himself, his eyes sweeping over the mountains, rivers and plants below him, as if he was in deep thought.
A fragrant breeze blew from behind, and Pharmacist Li came over. "What are you thinking about?"
Li Muchan raised her eyelids and whispered, " Have you said goodbye?"
Pharmacist Li hummed, "My godmother gave me a lot of things, and also taught me how to practice the 'Heavenly Secret Stick'."
Li Muchan's eyes showed surprise. He stood up and looked at the courtyard at the foot of the mountain where smoke from cooking fires could be seen. He sighed and said, "It seems that there is no one left in the Sun family."
After Sun Wuer's death, the Sun family had no one to carry on the "Tianji Stick".
"yes."
Pharmacist Li also sighed.
At this moment, the morning sun was just emerging from the horizon, the night had faded away, and the rays of light were radiant, casting a pale face, as if it had been coated with a layer of light gold paint, or as if his flesh and blood body had turned into a bronze statue, holding up the sky alone and overlooking the rivers and lakes.
Li Muchan suddenly sighed, "The old martial arts world is finally over."
At this point, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a burst of vitality and vigor surged from his body. He smiled gently and said, "From now on, this world will belong to me, Li Muchan."
Looking at Li Muchan's back, feeling the terrifying and unparalleled spirit and ambition emanating from the body in front of him, Pharmacist Li was stunned for a moment.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, the blush spreading to almost cover her earlobes and neck, like a layer of rouge. In fact, Sun Xiaohong also said that the practice of the Tianji Stick was her dowry, and she must not lose to Shangguan Xiaoxian.
"Shall we go back now?" Pharmacist Li asked softly.
Li Muchan shook his head. "Let's not go back yet. Let's go to the old place of Ghost . I need to do something."
After he finished speaking, he jumped down from the top of the mountain, his body stretched out like a flying bird, and the woman followed closely behind him.
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Outside the Great Wall.
Happy Forest.
In addition to the long-abandoned ruins, people from all walks of life still come here .
Just like Li Yuan, even though the Li family has long since declined and Xiao Li Feidao has become a thing of the past, it still attracts young talents from all over the world and they linger there with admiration.
The same is true here.
In the rolling dust, one could occasionally hear the neighing of horses and the sound of rapid hooves as they galloped from afar, stopping outside the ruins to look around.
But this place is not actually a martial arts holy land, and people come here not out of admiration, but more to look for treasure.
Because such a small place has been the site of many great figures, gatherings of heroes, and battles of swords and sabers.
These people included the "Famous Knight" Shen Lang, the "Thousand-Faced Young Master" Wang Lianhua, the "Ghost Palace Master" Bai Feifei, the "Happy King" Chai Yuguan, and the "Fairy of Yunmeng" Wang Yunmeng...
Rumor has it that they all came here and then started a bloody battle.
Some of these people are the best knights in the world, some are the best female devils in the martial arts world, some are respected by people in the martial arts world, and some are feared by the world. Each one is extraordinary, and each one is a great master who is invincible and dominates the world.
Therefore, people who come here always fantasize about whether they can get lucky, or accidentally obtain the martial arts inherited by these predecessors, or unearth some treasures and secrets, so that they can turn their lives around and reach the sky in one step.
Most of the people who came were from outside the Great Wall.
Some of them are big bandits, some are swordsmen, and some are people whose power is unknown and whose background is unclear.
For example, there are the forces of the Western Star Sea, the remnants of the Demonic Cult, and even the followers of the "Rakshasa Cult" in the Western Regions.
Now that disputes are about to break out in the Central Plains martial arts world, it is inevitable that some people will want to intervene.
After a while, it naturally became lively.
In the rising dust, a gray wine flag fluttered and turned rapidly on the flagpole, making a rustling sound.
There are actually people doing business here.
Inside the tavern, a few dusty tables and chairs were scattered around. On the tables, one could still see traces of knives and swords, and even some dried, blackened bloodstains.
The person in charge was an old woman in plain clothes, a little thin, with silver hair and a hunched back. She was sitting on a wooden chair at the door, greeting guests, her pair of gray eyes looking at the distant sky and earth, as if she was expecting something.
There were two burly men in the tavern, busy serving food and drinks.
Although they were called food and wine, they were very rough, with no flavor or taste at all, and were barely enough to fill my stomach.
But the strange thing was that both the old woman and the two men had extremely pale faces, without a trace of blood, as if they were not alive, and there was a gloomy feeling all over their bodies.
The old woman's eyes suddenly flickered, and she saw two figures rushing out from the dust with extremely fast steps. At first glance, they were still at the end of her field of vision, and looked like two blurry black dots from a distance, but in the blink of an eye they became clear, and gradually grew bigger, with distinct outlines of their figures. When she looked again, the two were already thirty or forty feet away.
Just as I took a moment to catch my breath, two people were already standing in front of the tavern.
The visitors were a man and a woman. The man was dressed in black, and the woman was dressed like a Miao people, wearing a cloak and covering her face with a cloth towel to avoid the wind and dust.
It was Li Muchan and Li Yaoshi.
But just as he stopped, surprise flashed in Li Muchan's eyes. He looked at the old woman's pale face and her light steps, and his heart was startled. She turned out to be an expert who had practiced the Ghost Secret Book.
The tavern was also very lively, with several Rakshasa killers sitting there.
Not only were these people inside, but there were also members of the Qinglong Society.
"interesting."
