Volume 1: The Jianghu is the main thing, who is the guest? Chapter 14 Youth, Women
The old beggar looked ashen. He never expected that the one who survived this time was neither him nor the five women, but Li Muchan, the loser who was looked down upon by no one from beginning to end.
He moved his lips and wanted to beg for mercy, but when the words came to his lips, he found that he had nothing to say and had no reason to beg for mercy, and Li Muchan had no reason to let him go.
Looking at Li Muchan's hands again, the old beggar's face had turned green, as if the breath was stuck in his throat, and he said in a hoarse voice: "White Bone Soul Chasing Palm!"
It is said that people who are hit by this palm technique will be invaded by corpse poison all over the body and flow into the limbs and bones . It may not kill the person immediately, but it can make the flesh and blood rot from the inside out, making life worse than death.
He was breathing rapidly, and looking at the heavy rain outside the temple, he couldn't help but ask, "What is your relationship with Dao Twelve?"
Li Muchan did not answer, but walked quickly to the base of the statue, looked at the damaged hidden weapon inside, pushed it aside casually, and then groped deep in the soil, and took out a dark wooden box.
There are many Buddhist scriptures and Sanskrit on the wooden box, and seven small characters full of ancient charm are engraved in the middle:
【Clavicle Soul-Stirring Heavenly Buddha Scroll】
The old beggar was already dumbfounded, but when he looked at the wooden box and saw the words on it, he suddenly seemed to understand something.
The evil cult is rampant in the West and is trying to conquer the Central Plains. In recent years, it has also collected many magical skills from the martial arts world.
Such as the "Bai Family Sword Technique" learned by Bai Tianyu, the leader of the "Divine Sword Hall" who was powerful enough to compete with the "Golden Money Gang" in the past; there is also the swordsmanship of Hu Bugui, the most mysterious master in the world; there is the "Tantric Great Handprint" which is a secret of the Western "Xingxiu Sea"; there are even rumors that the strange book "Lianhua Treasure Mirror" written by the "Thousand Faces Young Master" Wang Lianhua and the martial arts of the "King of Nine Provinces" Shen Tianjun were all obtained by the Demon Cult.
The old beggar lay down almost groaning, as if he would no longer struggle, and murmured weakly: "The peerless magic left by the One-Eyed Man hundreds of years ago turned out to be real... Boy, if you don't die today, you will definitely be a top figure who can change the world in the future... Unfortunately... The Demon Cult will not let you go, Shangguan will not let you go, and the Azure Dragon Society... Never mind, go ahead, I will watch you in the underworld and see how far you can go."
But Li Muchan did not move in close to kill him. Instead, he retreated a little, remained silent for a moment, and said something meaningful: "You should have caught those hidden arrows just now."
As soon as the words fell to the ground, the old beggar's original appearance of being ready to be killed changed drastically, becoming hideous and ugly, full of murderous intent, and changed in an instant.
He was shot in the leg, and he flipped into the air with his palms on the ground, with several short hidden arrows between his fingers.
The reason why Li Muchan said this was because he had never heard the sound of a hidden arrow piercing his body before.
There were bloodstains on it, which were the hidden weapon that pierced the old beggar's palm, and he hid it during the chaos.
"Die, kid..."
The old beggar was suspended in the air, his eyes bloodshot, as if he wished to eat Li Muchan alive. He let out a low roar from his throat, veins bulged in his hands, blood gushed out from the arrow wounds, it was his dying counterattack.
How could a man like him, who had been frustrated all his life, had never enjoyed power, fame or fortune, and had never even indulged himself with women, be willing to watch a small man like Li Muchan, who could be easily crushed to death, have this extraordinary encounter and become the final winner?
If he dies, he will be buried with him.
But he flew up quickly and fell down even faster. Before he could throw out his hidden weapon, a very inconspicuous black light suddenly appeared between his eyebrows.
In an instant, the hysteria and desperate hatred in the old beggar's eyes disappeared, and he fell back heavily.
"Plum blossom...needle!"
With an expression of disbelief, the old beggar's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Li Muchan with his eyes wide open. A scarlet bloodstain on his forehead spread rapidly.
Li Muchan put away the plum blossom needle expressionlessly, without hesitation, he threw the old beggar into the fire, then grabbed the bodies of the two Hu women and strode into the wind and rain.
But soon he returned and took away the remaining three bodies.
Outside the temple, the wind and rain became even worse, with lightning, thunder, and strong winds.
I don't know how much time had passed, but there seemed to be a breeze blowing in, and when I looked again, I saw a figure standing under the unburned fire in the temple.
But not one, but two.
A low but penetrating voice rang out from the shadows that the firelight could not reach: "Well, the blood is not yet cold. The traitor is dead, and the five of them are dead too. Who is alive?"
The man standing in the firelight walked up to the statue, lifted his clothes, and sat on the mud platform with a majestic posture. He was dressed in a decent and gorgeous suit, like a young man from a noble family, with his hair tied up with a jade crown, and his figure was tall and slender. One hand lightly pressed on his right knee, and the other hand hung in the air with his long five fingers trembling slightly.
This is a young man.
There was also a flying knife between the man's fingers, which was as flexible as a butterfly fluttering up and down.
The flickering firelight illuminated the man's face. It was actually a bronze dragon-head mask, hideous and strange, yet mysterious and terrifying.
Under the mask, a pair of young eyes flickered, deep and unfathomable.
The man's voice was also very young, and he spoke slowly: "The demon cult members in the city have been almost dealt with. Let's go to the Hundred Flower Forest and eliminate the remaining remnants."
As soon as he finished speaking, outside the temple, in the wind and rain, ghostly figures could be seen flashing through the firelight one after another, like locusts flying across the land, heading straight for the forest of flowers.
The voice from the shadows sounded again: "I guess your stand-in is also dead."
The young man played with the flying knife and said disapprovingly: "His death was very valuable."
It turned out that the hall master was neither the hall master nor one of the seven dragon heads of the so-called "Qinglong Society", but just a substitute.
Just one substitute was enough to lure out all the members of the Demon Sect in Luoyang City. It was indeed very valuable.
The voice in the shadows couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement: "So, that Shangguan Xiaoxian is really playing dumb."
The young man sitting on the mud platform said casually, "This is nothing surprising. Back then, the Money Gang was rampant and had countless enemies. If the descendants of the Shangguan family hadn't played dumb, even if Jing Wuming and the Flying Swordsman were guarding her closely, they would have been unable to protect her. Besides, wasn't she hiding her innocence because she was attacked when she was young? She's so scheming at such a young age, and even her own mother is kept in the dark. She really has the blood of Shangguan Jinhong in her bones."
The fire slanted, and the person in the shadow floated out. It turned out to be a woman in snow-white clothes, with a grotesque and terrifying dragon-head mask on her face.
But upon closer inspection, the masks they wear are different, with different details and textures, as if intentional traces of distinction were left when they were cast. The former is sinister and awe-inspiring, while the latter is feminine and sinister.
The woman's eyes sparkled like the bright moon, her waist was slender, and her skin was as white as jade. She glanced at the old beggar's body, which had long since turned to charcoal, and suddenly asked, "Do you think she has also learned Shangguan Jinhong's martial arts?"
The young man paused in playing with the flying knife, raised his voice a little, and laughed coldly: "That's even better. The martial arts world is turbulent and heroes emerge in large numbers. Wouldn't it be boring without the 'Dragon and Phoenix Double Rings'? Besides, it is said that Xiao Li's flying knife is no match for the Dragon and Phoenix Double Rings. If Shangguan Jinhong hadn't been too conceited, she would not have ended up in disgrace... If she dares to show the double rings, I will test the flying knife. If Xiao Li's flying knife can defeat it, so can my flying knife."
The woman suddenly changed the subject and said in a cold voice, "Take care of the situation in Luoyang. The Demon Cult is about to move eastward, and various forces in the martial arts world are rising up. If we make a mistake, this battle will be ruined."
It sounded like a reminder. After the woman finished speaking, she floated into the rain and went away.
"Dragon and Phoenix Double Rings?"
The young man stood up slowly, the flying knife in his hand disappeared suddenly, and an indescribable bright and cold light appeared in the rain, which disappeared in a flash.
But when I came to my senses and looked again, the temple was empty and there was no one in sight.
