Volume 1: The Jianghu is the main thing, who is the guest? Chapter 47: Second Young Master Xie, the Demon Cult Elder
On the Qinhuai River.
In a luxurious pleasure boat, as the green fireworks above bloomed in the sky, dozens of figures were seen flying on both sides of the river, like swans stepping on water, tapping their feet several times on the river to gain leverage, their feet as light as swallows, stepping over the waves, and finally all landing on the boat.
There were people on the boat, singing and dancing, with long hair and bare feet.
Several pretty and charming women are dancing to the music, with red lips and seductive eyes.
At a glance, there are red-haired and green-eyed barbarian girls, blond-haired and snow-skinned Hu girls, and charming and seductive women from the Central Plains.
In front of these women, under the two exquisite and beautiful glass lamps, there was a man sitting on a gorgeous armchair, with a precious thin blanket worth a thousand gold spread under him, holding a jade cup and drinking fine wine.
"This subordinate greets the elder!"
Dozens of people hiding in the market all knelt on one knee and greeted him respectfully.
"Hmm," the man sighed softly, swallowed the wine, slowly leaned forward the face hidden in the shadows, stretched his neck, and scanned the demon cult members under him with eyes sharper than a sword, "Get up."
The young voice carried an unparalleled majesty.
Not only did he have a young voice, but he also looked very young, as if he was in his teens. His fair fingers were holding the intricately carved white jade cup, pouring out the last drop of wine.
There were two squirming black cloth bags in front of this man.
Seeing this, someone stepped forward and opened it. It turned out that there were two people inside, a young man and woman.
Probably because they had fought when they were captured and suffered, both of them had disheveled hair, especially the man, whose half cheek was swollen, blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth, his white shirt was disheveled, and he looked in a very miserable state.
The man in white shirt had his hands and feet tied up, and panic flashed in his eyes at first. When he saw that the woman beside him was safe and sound, he shouted, "Who are you? Do you know who I am?"
"Xie Longteng? I never thought that the second young master of the Divine Sword Villa would actually... hehe... secretly meet with a maid. If not for this, I would have to put in some effort." The man sitting on the armchair asked casually while playing with the jade cup, "Then do you know who I am?"
After hearing the other party reveal his identity, Xie Longteng looked around at the dozens of people in different clothes, and suddenly seemed to remember something, his face became grim : "Demon Cult?"
The man on the armchair slowly put down the jade cup, glanced at him with sinister eyes, and said slowly: "I am the elder of the Demon Sect, Murong Ying, and I am honored to meet you."
Xie Longteng's face changed drastically.
Murong Ying raised his hand and asked someone to hand over a pen and paper: "You used Xie's swordsmanship well just now. Draw it down and I will spare your lives. How do you think?"
Xie Longteng sneered: "So it was you who broke into the mountain gate some time ago. Hehe, the sword formation of my Shenjian Mountain Villa is not good, right?"
Murong Ying did not respond, but a member of the Demon Cult nearby grabbed the maid and dragged her backwards as if they understood.
Xie Longteng struggled to get up and shouted angrily: "What are you going to do?"
But before Murong Ying could respond, he heard a scream of "Ah!" and when he looked in the direction of the sound, he saw that the disciple who had attacked him had fallen to the ground, holding his throat, with his eyes bulging. On the contrary, the maid who seemed to be frightened silly snatched the sword and swiftly removed the noose on Xie Longteng's hands and feet.
Looking at the group of demon cult members who surrounded her in an instant, the maid said anxiously: "Second Young Master, you go first!"
"How amazing!" Murong Ying waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave. He smiled softly, "A mere maid actually has such skills. The Divine Sword Villa is indeed hiding its true strengths and has great ambitions."
When he waved his hand, people saw that there was an extremely strange object behind him. It was six long swords of different styles. The six swords were scattered like fan bones and all put into one sheath.
The maid protected Xie Longteng behind her and said sternly, "Humph, the demon cult monster must be killed by everyone. I left traces on the way here. The owner and his men will come to help soon. You can't escape death."
Murong Ying was not surprised or panicked, and chuckled, "Everyone knows that the Third Young Master is extremely talented, but how many people know the name of the Second Young Master? He was secretly meeting with a woman, which is really a shame. At present, Shenjian Villa is under attack from all sides, and the 'Qinglong Society' is also ready to make a move. If Prince Xie dares to leave the villa, hey, by tomorrow morning, there will be no ' Xie family' in the world."
The maid's pretty face was tense and her eyes were determined. She turned around and looked at Xie Longteng, revealing a sad smile: "Master, I have harmed you."
After saying that, he actually drew his sword and attacked Murong Ying.
The music in the pleasure boat was still playing, and the dancers were not afraid of the swords and sabers, and they continued to dance with their graceful and seductive bodies.
Murong Ying did not move at all, just stared coldly at the people who came up to die.
In fact, the man had not yet walked in front of him. When he passed by the dancers, he saw their skirts and sleeves fluttering, and their long gowns swaying. In the blink of an eye, while the dancers were changing their beautiful dance moves, there was a corpse on the ground, full of holes, without a single scream.
Xie Longteng slumped on the ground, his eyes empty and his face pale.
Murong Ying frowned and said in disdain: "How cowardly, they have the same father, but one is a dragon and the other is a bug. It's really embarrassing."
While chatting and laughing, he poured himself a glass of wine and seemed to take a sip, but suddenly he shook his hand and the wine glass flew out at an angle, turning into a quick shadow that penetrated the rain curtain and hit the wooden pole on the top of the pleasure boat where the lights and flags were hung.
"You are too polite, elder."
The wine glass flew out, followed by a light laugh.
When he heard the sound and looked, he saw a thin figure standing on the top of the pole. He was wearing a rain hat, a Confucian robe that fluttered in the wind, his white sleeves flying, and a long sword hanging diagonally at his waist. He just raised his wrist and flicked it with his backhand, and the wine glass returned to its original path.
Murong Ying raised his hand to take the cup and glanced at him: "Who are you? Tell me your name!"
The man lightly pressed the rain hat on his head with one hand, took a step forward, and fell from the wind and rain like a light feather.
"I am the Thunder Envoy, honored to meet you, Elder!"
Murong Ying narrowed his eyes slightly, drank the wine in the glass with a smile, and said softly: "So it's you, the traitor. You really don't take the road to heaven, but rush into hell. I was worried that I couldn't find you."
The visitor raised the brim of his hat, revealing his pale chin, and said gently, "What do you mean by this, Elder? I'm sorry that Envoy Lei doesn't understand."
It was Li Muchan.
Murong Ying sneered, "Haha, in the battle of Chang'an, the two guardians were mysteriously killed one after another, the third princess also fell victim to your murderous hands, and the two kings also died in your hands, and you actually have the nerve to say you don't know what it means."
Under the light, two people suddenly walked out from Murong Ying's side. They were tall and burly figures wearing conical hats, shirtless and tightly-fitting. Their muscles seemed like cast iron, and they were extremely oppressive.
Li Muchan had met these two people before.
It was these two who were guarding the gate when the "rewards for merit and punishments for crime" were given. They were also seen in the battle at Leng Xiang Garden afterwards. I didn't expect that they are still alive. It seems that they have other ideas.
He calmly explained, "I was forced to do this. I was seriously injured and had to hide my whereabouts temporarily. In addition, the Qinglong Society was eyeing me covetously, so I have been hiding in the dark. Now that the elder has come in person, I will do my best to serve you."
Murong Ying laughed sarcastically: "Really?"
Li Muchan smiled back: "Of course it's true."
Murong Ying hesitated for a long time, as if he was hesitating whether to believe Li Muchan. He suddenly smiled and said, "You haven't recognized the two people beside me yet, have you? They are the 'Wind Envoys'."
Li Muchan had never thought that there were actually two wind users, and they seemed to be masters of external martial arts.
"Hello, both of you!" he greeted with a smile.
The two men did not respond, like two mutes or two statues of gods.
Li Muchan didn't care, but asked curiously: "When did the elder come to the Central Plains?"
Logically speaking, the Qinglong Society should have received news about such a person.
"I came here with the envoys from the Western Regions," Murong Ying drank his wine and glanced at Li Muchan casually, "You ask these questions, are you thinking about how to kill me?"
Li Muchan narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Elder, you are joking."
Murong Ying sneered and was about to respond when he suddenly turned his head and saw dozens of speed boats coming on the river. On each boat stood a swordsman with a sullen face. They were all dressed in black and white tights, with pointed shoes on their feet, and leggings tightly bound. In their hands they held a piece of green bamboo, like an arrow shot from a bow, cutting through the mist and rain, and coming with great momentum.
Seeing this scene, Murong Ying was not surprised but laughed, put down his wine glass, and stood up from the table: "Excalibur Villa, I have been waiting for a long time!"
