The fifth volume is full of awe and martial arts legends Chapter 235 Late Night Battle Post
Luoyang, three o'clock in the morning.
The wick was lit, burned out, and then lit again.
In the dim room, Jing Wuming was sitting alone on a large chair in the center of the room, drinking under a blurry light.
In the past, many times, many years, he had spent countless days and nights like this, but he never drank alcohol then. But now it was different, or rather, it was different after Shangguan Xiaoxian brought him a sword.
The wine he drank was for himself and for Shangguan Jinhong.
When this man died, Jing Wuming himself was also determined to die and no longer knew what the meaning of life was, but he survived in the end.
In a sense, a part of Shangguan Jinhong's body has been replaced by him, or it can be said that he survived in place of the part of Shangguan Jinhong.
Obsession? Or the humanity abandoned after entering the realm of gods and demons?
He looked at the lamp, but the lamp was silent. He looked at the sword again, the sword that was leaning at his feet and next to him.
Tear-marked sword.
A meaningful thought flashed in his eyes, and he let out a long sigh.
Shangguan Xiaoxian is not Shangguan Jinhong after all.
If it were Shangguan Jinhong, he would definitely not give him this sword.
Because Shangguan Jinhong believed in him, believed that his sword was fast and sharp enough, and would not use such external objects to strengthen himself.
Moreover, Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming are already invincible in the world, so why do they need this magic sword?
They look like two people, but in fact they are more like one.
But now, Shangguan Xiaoxian actually sent this sword.
Although he was a famous swordsman and loved swords, he did not feel the slightest bit of joy in his heart.
However, apart from this, Jing Wuming felt somewhat relieved.
Because Shangguan Xiaoxian cares about him.
He was surprised that the child was alive, survived, and even grew up.
This should have been a discarded pawn.
Unexpectedly, he was able to turn the situation around and escape danger. He first used the power of the Demon Cult to secretly accumulate strength, and then became the enemy of the Azure Dragon Society, allowing the Money Gang to reappear in the world.
This child is much more ambitious than the arrogant and domineering Shangguan Fei back then.
If Shangguan Jinhong were still alive, what would he think when he saw this girl who looked so much like his daughter that he didn't even know she was there?
However, Shangguan Xiaoxian seemed to have more tenderness in her eyes recently. She would often stare at the horizon in a daze, with an imperceptible smile occasionally appearing on her face. Her domineering aura gradually disappeared, and her tenderness grew deeper.
A tyrant, especially a powerful person, fears this kind of change the most.
This child is emotional.
"Li Muchan!"
Jing Wuming held up the wine cup and read out the name towards the light with a faint gaze.
There seemed to be deliberation, consideration, and thought in the words.
This is someone who looks more like Shangguan Jinhong.
He is even about to surpass Shangguan Jinhong.
What a hero.
Jing Wuming had seen too many people, those who were afraid of death and those who loved vanity, but he had never seen anyone like Li Muchan who did not hide his ambition and was determined to swallow up the world.
Moreover, this person was the only one who gave Shangguan Xiaoxian a little warmth when she was helpless and struggling to survive. Because of this, Shangguan Xiaoxian's heart was not filled with resentment towards the world, but she still had some humanity and hope, and she also knew how to cherish herself and the people around her.
Therefore, even though Shangguan Xiaoxian fell in love with Li Muchan, Jing Wuming did not blame her.
Because he is not only an extremely capable young man, but also ambitious, popular, responsible, and a person worthy of trust.
Not only Lin Xian'er felt this way, even if Shangguan Jinhong were still alive, he would probably feel the same way.
As the deputy leader of the Jinqian Gang, Jing Wuming certainly hoped that this child would achieve great things, even surpassing Shangguan Jinhong and reaching the pinnacle of success. But as an elder, as a big brother, he hoped that this child could live a happy life, rather than being trapped in a vortex of intrigue and power struggles from birth to death.
A person who is filled with hatred may become very powerful, but he will never be invincible, happy, or have a good ending.
He also hopes that Shangguan Xiaoxian can feel the other beauty in the world, live a good life, and live her own life unlike Lin Xian'er or Shangguan Jinhong.
Thinking of this, Jing Wuming was stunned.
Only then did he realize that he actually considered others and worried about other people's affairs.
In fact, he had intended to retire from the world back then. If Shangguan Xiaoxian had not been able to come out alive from Lengxiang Garden, or had been discovered by Ye Kai and died under the flying knife, he would have retreated immediately without hesitation.
However, this child went through many hardships, survived the test put upon her, and lived an earth-shattering life, which made Jing Wuming's heart, which had been silent for many years, beat again.
Jing Wuming suddenly laughed. This man, who may have never laughed in his life, was sitting under the lamp. He put the wine cup in his hand to his mouth, drank it all, and smiled faintly.
The wick is almost burning out again.
Just when Jing Wuming drank the sixth glass of wine, his pupils suddenly contracted because someone walked in from outside the door.
This was a man in apricot-yellow clothes, a leader of the Jinqian Gang. He had good martial arts skills but an ordinary appearance. He had always done things very safely and had never made any mistakes.
But the other party just walked in straight away, without any scruples or notification.
This is a traitor.
But since the other party can expose himself so openly and brazenly, he must be either hiding his abilities or extremely confident.
Jing Wuming didn't even look at the other person, and said calmly: "Do you have anything to say?"
The man said respectfully, "A lord wishes to see you, Deputy Gang Leader, and has sent me here to deliver a message!"
Jing Wuming hummed, fiddling with the wine cup in his hand, "What's the reason?"
The man looked calm, seemingly unconcerned with the suffocating murderous aura. He simply said softly, "I know you may not be interested in anything under the sun, but there is one thing the deputy gang leader cannot refuse."
Jing Wuming did not respond, but just stared at the candlelight very calmly, motioning the other party to continue.
A strange smile suddenly appeared on the hall master's face. He said, "I wonder if the deputy gang leader knows about his own life experience? Or if he is interested in his relatives?"
“Bang!”
The cup in Jing Wuming's hand was crushed.
His expression also became extremely terrifying, his deathly gray eyes became even darker, like two dots of thick ink that could not be dispersed, his face also turned pale, and the blue veins on his cheeks were revealed.
A person with flesh and blood certainly cannot come out of a stone.
The hall master continued, "Compared to Shangguan Xiaoxian and Shangguan Xian'er, you seem more qualified to inherit the position of gang leader."
Jing Wuming sat sideways, without saying a word, just took a deep breath and closed his eyes, but the veins on his cheeks became more prominent and his face became paler.
When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with a bloodshot color, as red as two drops of undried blood.
Everyone knows that Jing Wuming was adopted by Shangguan Jinhong since he was a child, and was personally raised by him.
The hall master continued, emphasizing each word, "Because you are Shangguan Jinhong's illegitimate child. Even when Shangguan Fei died at your hands, Shangguan Jinhong never attempted to kill you. Isn't that enough to prove something? But you definitely don't know who your mother is."
Jing Wuming said nothing, his pupils contracted violently again.
After saying these words, the man slowly took out a letter of challenge from his collar and carefully placed it on the ground.
Then, in front of Jing Wuming, he pulled out a dagger from his sleeve, turned the blade around and stabbed it into his chest without hesitation. He fell down, his eyes wide open, and died in a pool of blood.
The wick burned out and the lamp went out.
But Jing Wuming's eyes, which were ashen and red, seemed to be beating wildly, blooming with two indescribable obscure lights.
He just sat there quietly, staring at the battle post on the ground.
Smelling the bloody smell in the air, Jing Wuming finally stood up, picked up the battle post on the ground, read the words on it clearly, pushed the door and walked out.
