The fifth volume is full of awe and martial arts legends Chapter 236: Death of Jing Wuming
That night, Jing Wuming walked out of Tongtuo Mo, crossed the long alley, walked along a long street, walked in the dead of night, walked all the way to the south of the city, and finally stopped in front of a dilapidated and abandoned house.
In the dark night, two big and bright red lanterns hung on both sides of the door, as if guiding him.
What’s even more peculiar is that there are two big words written on the door:
Come in
The door opened wide and Jing Wuming walked in expressionlessly.
He is very familiar with this place.
Because he spent a long time here when he was young, practicing swordsmanship day after day, regardless of spring, autumn, cold or heat.
He had watched this mansion go from being desolate and deserted to its later splendor and splendor, with crowds of guests, and then with the death of Shangguan Jinhong, everything turned to dust and vanished.
That’s right, this is the old house of the Shangguan family.
The other party actually chose such a place.
Jing Wuming's eyes became even darker, as if there was no life in them at all. They were calm and cold, like a lonely soul.
He walked into the old house and stopped in the front yard.
There seemed to be no color in the darkness except for the faint and dim starlight above. It was cold and quiet all around, with no movement.
unmanned?
No, there is.
It's a scorching summer now, and a place like this should be filled with the chirping of insects, but strangely, there is a faint chill in the air, which seems to be filled with murderous intent.
Suddenly, the lights came on.
In the hall more than ten feet ahead, a solitary lamp lit up quietly, illuminating a sitting figure.
The man sat in the upper seat, holding a pot in one hand and a cup in the other, pouring his own drink.
"I've weighed it over for a long time, and I still think I should come and meet you in person."
The low voice was surprisingly as feminine and delicate as a woman's.
But Jing Wuming noticed that the other person clearly had the appearance of an adult man, with a slightly larger frame and a taller body. However, this person was as artificial as a woman, with powdered face, fiery red lips, and a peach-colored long-sleeved robe. No matter how you looked at him, he looked awkward, chilling, and frightening.
Jing Wuming rolled his eyes slightly but didn't say anything.
The man leaned lazily against a throne chair, his hair tied up with a jade hairpin, half loose and half undone, and said lazily, "My last name is Liu..."
Jing Wuming's eyes fixed, and he guessed the other person's identity almost instantly, "Are you from the capital?"
The man sat up straight and said with a smile, "I was probably still drinking in the Leopard Pavilion at this time yesterday."
"Where are the people?" Jing Wuming asked in a deep voice.
The man smiled slightly, rolled up his sleeves, and suddenly a head flew up from the table beside him, flew out of the main hall, and landed in front of Jing Wuming.
It was the head of an old woman, her facial features were old, her lips and eyes were tightly closed, and she died without any pain.
The man put down the wine jug, stood up, and said slowly, "Speaking of which, your mother also has a close relationship with the Azure Dragon Society. Back then, Shangguan Jinhong was one of the leaders of the Azure Dragon Society, and he was very powerful. Fearing that Shangguan Jinhong might have ulterior motives, the Azure Dragon Society selected a woman to approach him. Shangguan Jinhong had other plans, and to let some people down, she pretended to be seduced by her beauty and spent several nights with her, which led to the result..."
But surprisingly, Jing Wuming's expression remained calm, without any change, and he didn't even look at the head in front of him.
The man stopped talking when he saw this, then asked with a smile: "It seems that you have seen your mother."
Jing Wuming said coldly: "You must not know that I killed her with my own hands."
The man clapped his hands in surprise and laughed. "Okay, I knew I couldn't fool you, but your answer still caught me off guard... You're a formidable opponent indeed, and it's worth my personal efforts. Don't worry, I believe in strength. Today, it's just you and me. The winner will be victorious, and life and death are determined by fate."
There was a cold look in Jing Wuming's eyes. Since he was Shangguan Jinhong's right-hand man, he must not have any ties, flaws, or opportunities for others to take advantage of him.
What he lacks most is emotion, especially family affection.
The woman abandoned him at the moment he was born.
Therefore, the first thing Jing Wuming did after he mastered the swordsmanship was to kill this man, cut off all feelings and hatred, and devote himself to the swordsmanship, living only for Shangguan Jinhong.
The sword at Jing Wuming's waist was trembling slightly. He stared at the man who was walking out of the front hall, and the murderous intent in his heart was already brewing.
If a person simply practices martial arts, he may become a master, but he may not necessarily survive to the end. To become a top master, martial arts skills are certainly important, but the ability to understand human nature is even more important.
Because human nature always overrides martial arts, and it is human nature that controls martial arts.
In order to provoke him into a fight, this person did not hesitate to dig up his past and background, which can be said to be unscrupulous.
So even though Jing Wuming knew that this trip was dangerous, he still came.
Otherwise, if he didn't come, this person would turn his attention to Shangguan Xiaoxian, Shangguan Xianer, or Lu Xiaojia. Who could defend against them?
"Are you ready?" Jing Wuming asked.
The man came out of the front hall and nodded, saying, "I'm just waiting to hear your advice!"
He held up the cup with his right hand, and while chatting and laughing, he raised his left hand and dipped his finger into the cup. Then he flicked his finger, and a drop of wine turned into the most deadly hidden weapon in the world, hitting Jing Wuming in the face.
But the wine suddenly flew and splashed.
Buzz!
A sword was already in Jing Wuming's right hand. The gray sword was held horizontally, naturally blocking the attack and making a clear sword chant.
This sword has no visible hilt. It is light but not dull, thin but not brittle, hard yet flexible, and tough yet resilient. Although it looks crude and crude, it is a superbly sharp weapon personally forged by Master Gu, the number one swordsmith in the world at that time, and it was specially forged for Jing Wuming.
Although the Tear-Mark Sword is a magical weapon coveted by martial artists, a top swordsman will only love and be loyal to his own sword.
Jing Wuming had already drawn his sword. His speed was obviously not fast, even very slow, but it was just right.
Jing Wuming had already drawn his sword while he was drawing it.
There are no fancy sword techniques or moves.
The pink-clothed man's pupils suddenly trembled, and all the pores on his body tightened, because before his eyes blurred, he saw a sword half a foot in front of him, with the tip of the sword pointing straight at him, so close that the chill was imminent.
What a fast sword.
“Nice sword!”
The man grinned wildly, his black hair flew and his clothes fluttered.
But in front of the sword, countless water vapor and dewdrops suddenly gathered from all directions, the vapor gathered into dew, and the dew gathered into water. A layer of shallow ripples rose from under the tip of the sword, and then extended into a huge water ball, wrapping the man in it.
Jing Wuming held the sword in one hand, the long sword rang out alone, and a gray light suddenly appeared on the blade...
The ultimate war begins here.
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Early in the morning, before daybreak, in the back garden of the Jinqian Gang headquarters.
Shangguan Xiaoxian was sitting cross-legged in the quiet room. The cold air gathered around her body out of thin air, making her flesh and blood become as clear as ice crystal, as if she was no longer a body of flesh and blood. She was extraordinary and breathtaking.
Mingyu Gong.
People need to know how to make progress, and people like her need to pursue progress all the time and not slack off for a moment.
News has come from the martial arts world that Shen Tianjun's body has reappeared in the world and has fallen into the hands of Li Muchan.
This means that the Four-Illuminating Divine Art is very likely to appear in the world.
The Qinglong Society has sent out all its experts for this purpose. I heard that even the prince surnamed Yang has left the capital.
It's getting more and more lively.
But hearing the crowing of roosters outside the window and smelling the smell of fireworks wafting in the morning breeze, Shangguan Xiaoxian inexplicably stopped practicing and held his breath. He opened his eyes, his Adam's apple moved, and he felt like retching, his stomach feeling as if it was churning.
She frowned slightly. This situation had become more and more frequent recently. No matter what kind of food she smelled, she would feel chest tightness and irritability, and couldn't help but want to vomit.
Shangguan Xiaoxian was intelligent and quick-witted, so she naturally knew what this meant and could feel the changes in her body. Her eyes showed panic and anxiety, as well as anticipation and curiosity, and a hint of tenderness that she inadvertently revealed.
But all these emotions finally turned into a low sigh, "Alas."
After a long time, this strange feeling gradually subsided.
But just as Shangguan Xiaoxian was about to continue practicing, a low shout suddenly rang out from the distance, "What did you say?"
That was Lu Xiaojia's voice, with an unbelievable tone and unspeakable shock and anger, almost a roar, echoing throughout most of the courtyard.
Shangguan Xiaoxian's breath suddenly stagnated.
She could already feel an inexplicable uneasiness spreading in the air, and the gang members around the headquarters also began to panic, shouting and yelling, as if something big had happened.
Soon, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door.
"Miss!"
Mother Liu's voice was trembling.
Shangguan Xiaoxian said hoarsely: "What happened?"
Mother Liu whispered, "The deputy gang leader...is dead!"
