Volume 1: The Jianghu is the main thing, who is the guest? Chapter 43: The Sword of Immortality
Why are there seven dragon heads?
Looking at the masks on the faces of several people, Li Muchan suddenly understood and woke up.
The seven dragon heads may not represent seven people, but seven forces, seven sects, or seven extraordinary families; or, whoever can wear these seven masks and survive may become the dragon head of the "Qinglong Society".
It's so scary.
Li Muchan took a deep breath and sighed from the bottom of his heart.
Because what is hidden behind the mask is no longer a simple existence, an individual or even a force, but endless desire.
He finally understood why the Qinglong Society had existed for so long.
As long as people have desires, they will want to sit on these seven seats and become the dragon head.
As long as the desire continues, the "Qinglong Society" will always exist. Even if the people behind the masks live or die, who will care?
It is like a poisonous dragon, devouring the desires of countless greedy people, growing stronger day and night; perhaps once it was just an insignificant and insignificant force, but today, it has accumulated a strong foundation, money, martial arts, power, and it can get whatever it wants.
At this point, it is no longer “people controlling the situation”, but “the situation controlling people”.
"You always seem to like taking deep breaths when you encounter problems," the big dragon head sat under the shadow of the lamp, his tone of voice was very gentle, and no emotion could be heard, "Bad habits can often become flaws, so avoid them."
Li Muchan nodded: "I've learned your lesson!"
The big dragon head seemed to admire him: "What do you think of Shangguan Xiaoxian?"
Li Muchan didn't expect the other party to ask this question, and said softly: "She is very cunning, scheming, skillful, and ruthless; but although she looks experienced, she is still a little immature. She is too young, and a young person always has shortcomings, because she has not experienced many things and is not mature enough."
The big dragon head nodded: "Yes, each of us is constantly growing, no one is born perfect, so sometimes it takes more than one person to accomplish great things, we need to support each other, and now Shangguan Xiaoxian has someone who can make her invincible."
"Jing Wuming?" The young man in brocade clothes snorted coldly, "Is it necessary for him to go to such great lengths just to fight alone?"
Li Muchan immediately understood.
So that's why. No wonder all the dragon heads were present. It was because of Jing Wuming.
The woman in white said in a low voice, "You are wrong. Jing Wuming's swordsmanship may be advanced enough, but he is not truly invincible, let alone qualified to make us fight with all our might. What is really scary is that he and Shangguan teamed up."
The young man in brocade clothes asked in surprise: "How scary is it?"
The woman in white said slowly, "Perhaps you don't know yet, but once upon a time, Shangguan Jinhong was no different from the rest of us present here, and she was very important."
"Um?"
As soon as these words were spoken, most of the people in the soy milk shop moved their hands and blinked their eyes.
What this sentence means is that Shangguan Jinhong was once a member of the "Qinglong Society".
The big dragon leader sighed and said, "Otherwise, how do you think he could have risen up overnight like bamboo shoots after a spring rain? You must know that everything requires capital. Most of the foundation of his 'Money Gang' in the past belonged to the 'Green Dragon Society'."
"Hehe, interesting," the green-robed guest who came first and sat upright like a pine tree in the corner said with a strange laugh, "It's really interesting. The father betrayed the 'Green Dragon Society', and the daughter betrayed the 'Devil Sect'. It's true that like father, like daughter."
The young man in brocade clothes couldn't help but remind him: "What's so great about it?"
The woman in white continued, "Because Jing Wuming was trained and trained by Shangguan Jinhong, his swordsmanship was born for the 'Dragon and Phoenix Double Rings'. In other words, he was born to make up for Shangguan Jinhong's flaws."
"A person without flaws?" The old man among the dragon heads murmured, "Terrible."
Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming. These two people, one killed "Old Man Tianji" and the other killed "Songyang Iron Sword". Each of them alone was enough to make the martial arts world turn pale. When they join forces, who can be their enemy?
The old man continued to sigh, "It's a pity that Shangguan Jinhong died because of his arrogance. He was only half a step away from dominating the martial arts world. He and Jing Wuming could be invincible together, but he wanted to try out Xiao Li's Flying Dagger, which made his ambitions in vain. Now I don't know if his daughter will make the same mistake again."
While they were talking, someone knelt on one knee outside the door and said, "Great Dragon Lord, the acupuncture points underground have been opened."
Li Muchan had only been listening, listening to these underworld secrets and oddities that he had no right to know; but when he heard that the underground acupuncture points had been opened so quickly , he couldn't help but be a little surprised.
I think the Qinglong Society must have many skilled craftsmen under their command, and a large number of them, which is why it is possible to be so fast.
"What's inside?" asked the big dragon leader.
The man replied: “No more.”
The big dragon head smiled slightly and sighed: "It's a wasted trip."
The young man in brocade clothes said, "We have spies all over Chang'an City, and the things are probably still in the city."
The Great Dragon Chief said nonchalantly, "That would be too troublesome. If she buried the treasure deep underground, would we have to turn Chang'an upside down? And there might be traps... Let's have someone keep an eye on it. Those things will eventually see the light of day."
After saying that, he actually got up and left.
As soon as the big dragon leader left, the woman in white and the drunken swordsman who had never said a word also followed him out.
In the soy milk shop, the remaining few people were still sitting by themselves.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," the old man who came in the sedan chair suddenly exclaimed in amazement, laughing continuously, and looking at the sword in the hands of the down-and-out swordsman, his eyes flashing, "I wonder where the Great Dragon Chief recruited such an extraordinary person."
The young man in brocade clothes still had that arrogant tone: "Is he very powerful?"
The old man chuckled and said, "I don't know whether the person is powerful or not, but the sword is indeed powerful, and it is extraordinary. In fact, the owner of this sword was more powerful than the Flying Swordsman and Jing Wuming."
The young man asked, "When was it?"
"It's been a while." The old man was dressed elegantly, like an old scholar. His hands were extremely delicate and smooth. He responded calmly, "Probably before 'King of Jiuzhou' Shen Tianjun became famous."
The young man was shocked and asked, "First?"
The old man smiled and said, "Naturally the first."
At this point, the origin of this sword is obvious.
Because among the many secret stories of the martial arts world collected by the Qinglong Society, there are records about this sword.
"Sword of Immortality!"
The green-robed guest's voice was a little deep and hoarse, like the friction of metal and stone, the impact of swords, with great penetrating power, falling heavily in the shop, falling into everyone's ears, and penetrating their hearts and lungs.
Hearing this name, several people couldn't help but hold their breath.
Li Muchan was a little different. He shrank his shoulders as if he felt a little cold, but his eyes were filled with surprise, amazement, and suspicion.
Because of this sword, it had already dominated the world and was invincible long before Shen Tianjun became famous.
At that time, there were no seven dragon heads, only twelve hall masters.
But what never changes is always the dragon head.
The old man's eyes had changed from full of smiles to a bit strange: "I didn't expect that even the 'Eternal Life Sword' would reappear in the martial arts world."
As he was speaking, the old man stood up from his seat, got into the sedan chair, and disappeared.
At this point, the remaining people in the shop also left one after another, except Li Muchan who was still sitting there.
“These people are so mysterious!”
He sighed, then turned his head to look at the man named Sun, who had been silent and didn't even raise his head, just focusing on cooking soy milk. Finally, he followed the wooden stick in the other's hand to the soy milk in the pot.
With just this one look, Li Muchan's pupils suddenly shrank. He only knew that the other party was a master, but he didn't expect him to be so tall.
But as the stick was stirring, the soy milk seemed to be pushed to the outside of the iron pot by a strange force, revealing the black bottom of the pot in the middle. The soy milk was not in the shape of a vortex or a funnel. It was like a dancing white banner, spinning around the wooden stick silently and rising higher and higher.
Suddenly, Li Muchan took a step back and almost cried out in surprise. This was because the muscles on the arm of the man in front of him suddenly bulged, and the stick took advantage of the momentum to pick up the pot of soybean milk weighing more than 100 kilograms. It was incredibly picked up, first circling in the air like a long dragon, and then like a ball of white waves, and some of the soybean dregs and bean skins in it were crushed without a trace in an instant, and finally slid into the pot without a drop spilled.
It's a miraculous skill.
Then he remembered that there was more than one successor to the best in the world in this small shop.
"Could this be the Heavenly Secret Rod?"
Li Muchan did not ask this question out loud. He just smiled bitterly and turned to leave. There was already a gorgeous carriage waiting for him outside the door, and on the carriage was a very exquisite jade box.
Inside the box was a dragon head mask, a token, and a secret letter that had been prepared long ago.
He sat on it, put on the mask, and slowly drove away with the carriage.
After a long while, a sigh floated in the night wind: "It's finally about to begin!"
