Volume 1: The Jianghu is the main thing, who is the guest? Chapter 21: Qinglong Society
The soy milk shop is not big. The warm steam mixed with the fragrance of beans seems to isolate the strong wind and snow outside, making people feel a lot warmer.
There was only one person cooking the soy milk, a middle-aged man in a cloth shirt with rolled-up sleeves. His face was covered in dust, his skin was rough and dark, like red-hot charcoal in a furnace, and he had a thick layer of dark stubble on his cheeks. He was taciturn.
While boiling soy milk, the man was holding a three-foot-long rolling pin and rolling wonton wrappers. He did it with one hand, holding the spoon in one hand and the stick in the other. The stick rolled over the chopping board, and the dough that had been cut long ago was immediately spread out into crystal clear and translucent dough sheets.
Just with this move, Li Muchan, who had just sat down in the store, suddenly wanted to leave.
He looked at the other person's hands. There were no nails on his ten fingers, his finger bones were as hard as iron, and a layer of crystal-like flesh calluses had formed at the base of his thumb. There were no palm lines on the palms, and the palms were as big as pancakes.
This couldn't help but remind the water user's hands.
This person must be a tyrannical fellow who is proficient in palm Kung Fu, and he has practiced it to an extremely terrifying level.
Not only that, this guy's stick skills are probably even better than his palm skills.
When in the world can one find such a master of sticks?
have.
Looking at the martial arts world over the past sixty years, people who use knives and swords are like crucian carp crossing the river, and masters are emerging in endlessly, but there is only one person who is famous throughout the world for his stick skills.
That is the old man Tianji, Sun Baifa.
This person certainly couldn't be Old Man Tianji, but since he was in Luoyang City, Li Muchan had already thought of too many possibilities.
He actually dared to hang the flag to face the wind right under Shangguan Xiaoxian's nose and was still alive and well. This person must be very extraordinary.
The man looked a bit old and dull, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and even his voice gave people a sense of honesty: "Who are you?"
Li Muchan sat there. He had already thought of many excuses in his mind, but when asked by the other party, he didn't know what to say.
He was silent for ten breaths, and after careful consideration, he said, "I am Shangguan Xiaoxian's husband."
As soon as he said this, the man stopped what he was doing. The heavy wind and snow outside the door were howling as if frightened by a murderous aura, and they all retreated outwards, as if there was a demon dragon causing trouble in the middle of the storm.
But Li Muchan continued to speak slowly: "I am the Thunder Envoy, one of the four great guardians of the Demon Cult."
The man turned around, his murderous aura disappeared, and the wind and snow rushed in.
Li Muchan hadn't finished speaking yet, and whispered again: "I have met that hall master, he once promised me a lot of benefits, but somehow, I can't find him anymore."
A bowl of soy milk was brought to Li Muchan.
"You are the one who survived in the temple." said the man.
This man is so inconspicuous, like a farmer who has been farming for half his life. There is nothing outstanding about him.
Li Muchan looked at the steaming soy milk in front of him, patted the snowflakes on his body, then looked up at the other party and spoke slowly and hoarsely: "I came here for no other reason, just one thing, I think I can ask for more benefits."
Under the bright light, this person had undergone a different change. He stood with his back to the light, his thin and dark face seemed to be covered with a layer of copper skin, his eyes were slightly bulging, his eyes were ochre-colored, his cheeks were sunken, and his messy yellow hair was flying in the wind and snow, making him look like a thunder god.
Looking at the seated Li Muchan, the man suddenly grinned. His laughter was so sharp that it seemed to come from between his teeth. His originally dull facial features were completely stretched apart as his facial muscles twisted. The light in his pupils suddenly turned cold. With a "hmm", he said, "You rebelled against the Demon Cult and you want to plot against Shangguan Xiaoxian. Now you dare to come to us?"
Li Muchan suddenly asked an unexpected question: "Is your surname Sun?"
"Hmm?" The smile on the man's face disappeared instantly, as if it had frozen into ice. "You shouldn't have said that."
Li Muchan said indifferently: "Since you are a member of the Qinglong Society, you should not talk about betrayal and calculation. In this world of martial arts, there are open and secret struggles, intrigues and deceptions, life and death, success and failure. Everyone is struggling in it. The world is like a chess game. In the end, we are just pieces on the chessboard."
"Well said."
Suddenly, another voice was heard in the shop.
This voice was not spoken by the big man in front of Li Muchan, but came through a curtain inside.
It was a man's voice, very young and calm, a voice Li Muchan had never heard before.
The mysterious man said calmly, "Okay, based on what you just said, I'll give you a chance. Since you're interested in coming to me, you must have prepared a price that will satisfy me."
Li Muchan said calmly, "How about a Demon Cult princess?"
The person in the room smiled softly: "Not enough, I heard that another demon king also went to Chang'an secretly and brought his head to see you."
The man paused and continued, "As for the benefits...if this is successful, and you can still walk out of Chang'an City alive, then, would you like to come to me and try to be the Dragon Head?"
Li Muchan's eyes sparkled: "Really?"
The mysterious man did not respond directly, but continued in a casual tone, "This time, many experts from all over the world have gathered, and all forces have also come here to fight. Regardless of who will get the treasure of the Money Gang, I believe that whoever can survive will be underestimated."
Li Muchan suddenly narrowed his eyes, and a green shadow flew out from behind the curtain. He raised his hand to catch it in mid-air, and when he looked closely, he saw a dragon-shaped jade pendant in his hand. The whole thing was emerald green, and the dragon pattern was exquisitely carved and lifelike. It was obvious at first glance that it was no ordinary item.
The mysterious man said, "If you can come out alive, you can take this item to my branch of the Qinglong Society, but I suggest that you better not show your true face next time."
Li Muchan held the dragon-patterned jade pendant in his hand, looked deeply at the mysterious figure looming behind his eyes, then said no more, turned around and walked into the night.
a long time.
The man in plain clothes looked at the direction where Li Muchan left and asked in a deep voice, "Do you really believe this kid? This guy has a sinister aura and is clearly on an evil path. He has a sinister aura all over his body. If you don't know him, you would think he is a ghost crawling out of a grave."
"Why not?" The person behind the curtain said slowly, "I didn't expect to see the martial arts of the Ghost Sect here. This man is very ambitious, but who doesn't have ambitions in the martial arts world? And he is very smart... Li Muchan, a man who has been frustrated in everything and frustrated, can actually survive to the end and practice evil skills, which is enough to show that he is a talent."
This person actually already knew Li Muchan's identity.
"Li Muchan... Hehe, do you know what the word 'cicada' means?" As the man's eyes turned dull again, the curtain rolled up suddenly, and a figure wearing a pure black cloak walked out. "This kind of insect can live for a long time hiding in the mud, but once it breaks out of the soil, it will not live for more than half a month. Everything it does is just to climb up high and make a few calls."
The wind and frost pushed in, and a few strands of white hair were blown up from under the cloak.
The mysterious man stood at the door, facing the wind and snow, and exclaimed: "It is better to die with a cry than to live in silence. Isn't this how life should be? It is enough to live brilliantly. In this secular world, some people seem to be alive, but what is the difference between them and the grass and trees? At best, they just existed in this world. After a hundred years, they will be blown away by the wind and no one will remember them. But we should live truly and vividly."
With a deep sigh, the mysterious man spoke again, "This trip was worthwhile. Shangguan Xiaoxian is indeed worthy of being the daughter of Shangguan Jinhong. This Li Muchan is also extraordinary. He actually dared to plot at this critical moment. The reason why the martial arts world is so exciting is because of the existence of these two types of people."
The commoner seemed to be thinking about something but did not say anything.
The mysterious man said without even turning his head, "Let's retreat. Since Shangguan has won, there is nothing to linger here. Order all the Qinglong Society members to rush to Chang'an immediately and take the secret treasure of the Money Gang. If this is accomplished, we can carry out the 'Qinglong Change the World' without waiting for the Demon Cult to move eastward. I will turn defense into offense, set foot in the Western Regions, and crush the Demon Cult."
The man in plain clothes moved his lips as if he wanted to say something.
But the mysterious man had already walked into the wind and frost, his white hair like snow under his cloak, and he floated away.
Even though the person is far away, his voice is not far away.
"The will of heaven is cold, the world is ruthless, only the Spring and Autumn Annals know me and judge me..."
