Volume 1: The Jianghu is the main thing, who is the guest? Chapter 18: Water and Fire
"What if he betrayed the religion?" The tall man was also looking at the grave in front of him, his eyes wandering, and he spoke casually, "If he is alive, why didn't he contact the disciples in the religion?"
The old man walked around the wooden hut in a shabby manner. Seeing that the house was covered with dust and no one was alive, he said coldly, "Since he has joined the Demonic Sect, he cannot escape death. As long as he is alive, he is destined to be at the mercy of the Holy Sect. Moreover, we are carrying the secret order of the Sect Master this time, which is enough to mobilize the masters hidden in various places in the Central Plains."
The tall man smiled sinisterly and said no more about the matter. Instead, he changed the subject and said, "I wonder if the successor of Xiao Li Fei Dao is really as powerful as the legend says? Shangguan Xiaoxian re-established the 'Money Gang', but not a single piece of news leaked out in the martial arts world. This woman's methods are really amazing."
The old man not only had big hands, but also big feet. With every step he took when his shoes fell into the snow, the accumulated snow broke into pieces, but the soles of his shoes did not get any snow on them.
Divide the gold when you land.
He opened his mouth and was about to respond, but suddenly he let out a light exclamation, his eyes slightly widened, and his hands dropped behind his back. He looked around vigilantly, and then looked back in front of him.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” the tall man also stopped and put his hands on the hilt of the sword. He seemed a little lazy and casual, but his eyes were swirling in his eye sockets like a hawk or a falcon. He laughed and said, “What a pity.”
It was icy and snowy, but they saw five dilapidated coffins lying in the mass grave in front of them, each containing a rotten corpse.
Five bodies, five women.
The tall man was like a sex-hungry ghost. His eyes immediately turned red. He hurriedly approached, lay on the coffin, looked back and forth, his eyes showing a daze. He did not forget to stretch out his hand to touch the exposed facial bones of the female corpse, and sighed as if he was evaluating her: "With such bones, she must have been of top quality when she was alive. Top quality... What a pity, I don't know which rough man who didn't know how to cherish women actually wasted... ruined it..."
He got very close, and it was as if the stench of the corpse had turned into a refreshing fragrance, which made him very intoxicated.
However, as his eyes wandered, the tall man seemed to have seen something extraordinary. The infatuation in his expression disappeared instantly, and he stepped back, staring straight at the chest of the corpse.
There were five faintly visible finger holes on the rotten flesh.
Not only this one, the chests of the remaining four corpses were also like this.
The old man only took a glance and quickly concluded, "This was left behind after death."
“Ka-ka…”
At this moment, the female corpse that the tall man had just touched suddenly underwent unusual changes. Her facial bones became as thin as paper and shattered.
The tall man stroked his fingertips and said in amazement, "This corpse must have been dead for less than a hundred days. How come the bones are so fragile?"
The old man glanced at the five corpses, his eyes filled with deep suspicion. He pondered for a while, then suddenly seemed to remember something and said gloomily, "Ghost claws grabbing souls? Ghost gate?"
The tall man was moved and said, "Could it be the most mysterious and sinister White Bone Soul Chasing Palm among all the martial arts outside the martial arts world?"
The old man lowered his eyes, his eyes flickered, and he said quietly: "These finger holes are all located at the heart meridian... I remember many years ago, a group of ghosts were causing trouble in the martial arts world. At first, they took corpses to practice martial arts. Later, they were so crazy that they dared to practice evil magic on living people. They were destroyed by Shen Tianjun and the white people in Yinshan... But in that battle, the leaders of several sects were also killed or injured . After the case of the 'Happy King', the power of the white people was greatly damaged. Only then did our Demon Sect have the opportunity to advance eastward, and the 'Money Gang' had the opportunity to rise."
At the end of his words, the old man looked at the densely packed graves on all sides as if he was facing a great enemy, and said in a serious tone: " Be careful, maybe we have intruded into someone's training place... Find them out!"
Without hesitation, the old man dodged and rushed forward, with the bones on the back of his hands exposed and the blood surging. He pressed down on a grave, and the soil suddenly collapsed, and the coffin inside exploded with a muffled sound.
"Hehehe, I didn't expect there would be an accident..." The tall man laughed , chose another direction, turned around and was about to dig a grave, but he was shocked to find that a cold wind suddenly blew in front of him, and a coffin suddenly stood up from the grave and flew straight towards him. His eyelids twitched wildly, and he drew his two swords from their sheaths, grinning fiercely, "Kill!"
As the man attacked, he leaped into the air, drew his sword sideways, and the two curved swords crossed and touched each other, like a pair of large scissors, cutting towards the coffin in front of him, bringing out two flashes of cold light in the flying frost and snow.
But under the sword light, the coffin broke silently, and there was nothing inside.
The tall man's eyes suddenly froze, and he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. Without thinking, he swung his sword again.
But the sword was only halfway powerful when he saw from the corner of his eye a ghostly black shadow appear beside him. Just as he was about to change his moves, he heard a sharp howl in his ears, like the cry of a ghost.
"ah!"
The whistling sound was strange and without cause. Once it entered the ears, it could actually cut off a person's breathing, making the chest feel stuffy and it difficult to breathe.
The old man warned in a deep voice: "Be careful, this is the Ghost Gate's 'ghost crying and god howling', it hurts people with 'sound'."
The tall man's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he laughed, "Don't worry, I'm not that useless."
With two swords in hand, he did not retreat but advanced. His sword moves were clever and unpredictable. Instead of ordinary stabbing or poking moves, he used the curved hooks on the sword to hook the ribs, armpits, neck, hands and feet and other vital points. The sword shadows stretched and retracted to attack and defend, and the changes were swift and invisible.
The old man also came to help. He raised his right palm and his already thick palm was instantly filled with blood and energy, as if it had grown a circle bigger. The palm was flat without even any palm lines, and it was a dark red mass, and he went straight to the back of the black shadow.
The black shadow was fighting one against two. His skinny body suddenly fell to the side and slid sideways, with snowflakes flying up into the sky. While charming his eyes, he backhandedly clenched his fist, and a sharp long sword was in his hand. He took advantage of the situation to meet the two swords, and at the same time, he moved his other hand, with black air spreading from the palm of his hand, to block the flying palm.
The old man's eyes twitched, and he wanted to gather more strength, but when he saw the sword technique used by the black shadow, he shouted, "Wait a minute!"
Swords clashed and snowflakes flew everywhere.
The three of them retreated on the snow.
The old man took the opportunity to speak sternly again: "Thunder Envoy, are you planning to betray your religion?"
The tall man had originally had a fierce look in his eyes, and was eager to try, but after hearing these words, the fierceness in his eyes immediately receded like the tide, and he sneered in boredom: "Boring!"
The two of them looked closely and saw a tall and thin figure standing sideways among the tombs in the flying frost and snow. His wide black robe was blown up by the wind, his black hair was draped over his shoulders, and his two big sleeves hung at his sides, hiding his hands, with only half of his cold knife exposed. His face was as cold and white as frost and seemed to be completely bloodless.
Li Muchan turned his head and looked at the two people with dark eyes. He was silent for a few breaths, and suddenly took out a dark token from his arms.
After seeing the token, the old man finally felt relieved.
The tall man turned his head and said with a strange smile, "Are you sure it's this? Just kill him if I say so."
The old man's eyes sparkled, and he nodded, "No doubt about it. I have seen this man before. Although he has changed a little bit, I can still see some of his previous appearance. Besides, we are in need of him right now, so let's not cause any more conflict."
After that, he also took out a token and said solemnly: "The devil has no form, and is incomparable. I am the only one who can rule the world. In compliance with the master's order, Dao Twelve obeys the order. You and the two envoys of water and fire go to Chang'an to kill the former 'Lone Peak Heavenly King' Shangguan Xiaoxian, and make sure to seize the treasures of the Money Gang. Once this order is issued, all the followers of the Holy Church in Shaanxi, Gansu, and Shanxi provinces can be mobilized, and there must be no mistakes."
Frost hit his face. Li Muchan looked at the two people and finally seemed to understand.
"That man is not easy to kill!" he said softly.
The tall man smiled softly, "Not only is he difficult to kill, he is also protected by Ye Kai, the successor of Xiao Li Fei Dao. I heard that the Qinglong Society is also making moves. It's a good opportunity to meet them."
The old man took off his veil, revealing a foreigner's face, with a yellow beard and a hooked nose. He shouted, "Why don't you accept the order?"
Their eyes met, Li Muchan exhaled lightly, his eyes like ghostly fire, and whispered: "Okay, Thunder Envoy, take the order!"
Which faction do you expect the protagonist to grow up in and then rise to the top step by step? The Demon Cult? The Azure Dragon Society? The Money Gang? Or to create a faction of his own, rise up in one day, sweep across the martial arts world, and dominate the three factions?
