Volume 1: The Jianghu is the main thing, who is the guest? Chapter 4: The Golden Money Gang's Relics
Three days later.
When the old beggar pushed open the door again, even though he had been in the underworld for many years and had seen countless fights and swords, he still almost vomited out the bird's nest and shark fin he had just eaten the moment he entered.
A foul odor hit my nose, making me dizzy.
The old beggar looked at the scattered limbs on the ground, suppressing his nausea, his face turned pale, especially when he saw the maggots crawling in and out of the rotten organs, his Adam's apple began to move uncontrollably, and his eyeballs almost bulged out like a dead fish.
His face turned pale and he shouted, "What are you doing?"
Under the light, Li Muchan squatted on the ground with his back to the door, arranging the dismembered body from top to bottom. Then he turned his head, and his pair of bloodshot eyes stared at people in a creepy way.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Didn't you tell me to check this corpse thoroughly? I checked it from the outside to the inside, even the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys. Is that enough?"
The old beggar's mouth twitched, but he soon smiled again and clapped his hands, saying, "Very good, your eyes are already somewhat like his."
Li Muchan was physically and mentally exhausted at this time. He had not finished eating or drinking for the past three days. God knows how he managed to survive. As for the other three doors, he had never been in them before. He dared not even think about it. Who knows if those delicacies were poisoned, and if those charming women would be ruthless killers.
If a person wants to live long, self-knowledge is essential. If he really relies on a little value to be useful and acts recklessly without knowing the consequences, that is the way to death.
What's more, he is now caught between the Demon Cult and the Azure Dragon Society. If he wants to protect himself, he will undoubtedly be walking on thin ice. Every step is dangerous and he must be extremely cautious.
The old beggar pulled out a handkerchief from his sleeve, covered his mouth and nose, lowered his eyelids, and said softly, "Finally, you still have some value worth cultivating. Remember, this time we are testing your potential. If you are just a coward who only cares about pleasure, no matter how much you resemble that person, it is not worth our investment... Now, you should go back to where you originally were."
Li Muchan raised his eyes in confusion, as if he didn't understand what he meant, and asked, "What?"
Then a cunning smile suddenly appeared in the old beggar's pair of pale eyes exposed outside the brocade handkerchief. His left hand behind his back quietly turned over and silently stabbed a short blade into Li Muchan's chest.
Stunned, bewildered, painful...
Li Muchan stared at the other person blankly, feeling the piercing pain. The first thing he thought of was whether he had revealed something? Or did the other person find out that he and Dao Twelve had known each other for a long time? Or did he discover the existence of the "Luofu Secret Records"?
Watching Li Muchan slowly fall down, the old beggar slowly wiped the bloody knife with a handkerchief.
"You're not going to kill him, are you?"
The hall master's voice sounded from outside.
Immediately, as if a breeze blew in, there was one more person in the room.
Unlike the previous rainy night, this person was now dressed in a red robe, a snow-white cloak, and a bronze mask. His figure was slender yet upright, and his steps were silent. It was clear that he had arrived suddenly, and his lightness skills were so high that they were rare in the world.
It was the Grand Master of the Qinglong Society.
The old beggar bowed respectfully and smiled, "No, I know all the wounds on Dao Twelve's body, and this one is the most fatal one. But I missed his heart by half an inch, so he will only feel pain but won't die. There are still forty-seven wounds left, so I have to wait until he faints before I can start."
After saying that, he slowly sealed several major acupoints on Li Muchan's chest to stop the bleeding, and then took out the golden wound medicine that he had prepared in advance and applied it on him.
"Master, in my opinion, it would be much easier to find a brother who is good at disguise to disguise himself." As the old beggar leaned forward, he took out a short sword with his other hand and slashed it, leaving deep and shallow wounds on Li Muchan's body. "This man is neither good at humanities nor martial arts. He is useless and has nothing. He is destined to be a failure."
The hall master said calmly, "Before this, nine top-notch disguise masters had done as you said, and all of them died... Besides, you were wrong about one thing. This person's determination is far beyond that of ordinary people ."
The old beggar was quite surprised to hear this. He paused in his attempt to cut the knife and asked in surprise, "Him?"
The hall master's eyes seemed to light up, and he smiled slightly, saying nonchalantly: "A person has changed dozens of ways of living, and has suffered setbacks repeatedly, but still wants to continue living. Do you think this kind of person is normal?"
The old beggar still didn't understand what it meant, and asked in confusion: "Isn't it ordinary?"
The hall master was like a very patient wise man, and continued to explain: "What's wrong with having nothing? In this world, everyone starts with nothing, and having nothing is often the first step to having something; some people fail all their lives, but maybe if they win once, they can be reborn and reach the pinnacle; some people win all their lives, but if they lose once, they will never recover and will never be able to recover."
He seemed indifferent to the stench of corpses in the room. Instead, there was a smile in his eyes, just like the clear water in the lake, deep and bottomless.
After a pause, the hall master said meaningfully, "Moreover, in this martial arts world, life and death, success and failure cannot be determined by martial arts alone. Intrigues and deceptions are rampant, and no matter how sharp the sword is, it can only reach three feet at best. How can you make a decision thousands of miles away? The most powerful thing is the human heart. In the past, Lin Xian'er, a woman, was able to play with all the masters on the weapon list at her fingertips, and even Li Xunhuan was almost ruined, haha."
A sneer seemed to reveal his disdain.
The old beggar had stood up at this time and exhaled slowly. Li Muchan on the ground was also covered in blood.
He laughed and said, "What the hall master said is true. The martial arts masters and martial arts masters in the world often fall into the hands of those they are close to. Yesterday he was famous all over the world, but the day after tomorrow he might die in a stinking ditch... Well, let's see how far this kid can go."
The hall master was very satisfied with the old beggar's reaction. He enjoyed the feeling of being recognized by others.
But he changed the subject and said quietly, "Have you found out the whereabouts of Ye Kai, the successor of 'Little Li Flying Dagger'?"
When "Xiao Li Flying Dagger" was mentioned, the expressions of both of them changed, as if these four words had a kind of captivating magic.
The old beggar had already started applying medicine to Li Muchan's wounds, and his words were also shocking: "Reporting to the hall master, this person's whereabouts are erratic, but a month ago, news came from the south that someone had discovered Ye Kai, and not only that, there was also the 'Flying Swordsman'."
"Flying Swordsman," the hall master murmured these three words, as if chewing them carefully, and the eyes under the mask flickered like candles swaying in the wind, "What is he going to do?"
The old beggar's expression had become extremely respectful, and he replied, "Maybe we just happened to meet them in Jiangnan... In your opinion, should we still attack the mother and daughter now?"
The hall master did not respond immediately, but cast his gaze toward the green lake outside, and uttered four words as if thinking: "Shangguan Xiaoxian!"
The old beggar added, "It is said that the Flying Swordsman was once Lin Xian'er's slave. Will he provoke her to attack him?"
The hall master pondered for a moment, and said slowly without turning his head, "Then wait a moment. After all, in addition to a flying swordsman, there is also Jing Wuming, an old servant of the Money Gang. The two former sword masters are probably both at the pinnacle of their skills now. In addition, there is also the Demon Cult that is ready to make a move, and it seems that they are also eyeing the treasures of the Money Gang."
The old beggar nodded : "I understand."
As soon as he finished responding, he saw the hall master in front of him flying out of the building like a wisp of green smoke, resting on the lake like a startled wild goose stepping on snow, and the moment he landed, he floated away like a dragonfly skimming the water.
When the figure disappeared from sight, the respectful old beggar suddenly chuckled and said in a strange voice that only he could hear: "Oh, what an amazing body movement."
This sentence contains a lot of things, including sarcasm, mockery, and many other meanings.
Looking back at Li Muchan, the old beggar threw away the handkerchief expressionlessly and said to the outside: "Someone, come and clean up this place, and send this kid to where he was before. It stinks."
After saying that, he flew out at a speed that showed he didn't want to stay even a moment longer.
Not long after the old beggar left, Li Muchan, who had been unconscious for a long time, slowly opened his deep eyes, his pupils were red and bloodshot.
That hurts.
But his eyes were clear, clearer than ever before.
Playing dead is also one of the methods he has developed over the years to save his life.
"Ye Kai, Flying Swordsman, Lin Xian'er, Shangguan Xiaoxian?"
The names came to his mind one by one, especially the last one.
In the past, the "Golden Money Gang" rose up like mushrooms after a spring rain, sweeping across seven southern and sixty-three northern provinces, dominating both the black and white worlds. All the forces in the martial arts world bowed down to them. Shangguan Jinhong dominated the martial arts world, and even the "Old Man Tianji" was defeated by those double rings.
And this person is the daughter of Lin Xianer and Shangguan Jinhong.
"The legacy of the Money Gang, which is as rich as a country?"
