Volume 1: The Jianghu is the main thing, who is the guest? Chapter 60: Heavenly Secret Stick
Amidst the green mountains and forests, Li Muchan was about to escape from danger, but he was surprised to hear a buzzing and vibrating sound behind him, and a surging wind behind his head. He immediately thought something was wrong and it must be Shangguan Xiaoxian who took action.
Every move he makes is a deadly one, fast, accurate and ruthless.
The golden ring was life-threatening, and he wanted to dodge, but the buzzing sound in his ears could make his breath stagnate, his mind disturbed, and his hands and feet seemed to become numb and he lost consciousness.
Due to the momentary delay, Li Muchan lost the chance to dodge.
But he reacted promptly as well. He quickly grabbed the sword in his hand, and the sword spine trembled violently. In the instant before the flying ring fell, the sword body was already slanted across his back, and the tip of the sword pressed outward and collided with it.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, Li Muchan felt the long sword in his hand shatter into pieces, followed by an unimaginable powerful force that landed on his back.
"puff!"
A fishy and sweet taste immediately surged up from his throat, but the coldness in his eyes did not change. Instead, he used this great force to rush towards the foot of the mountain like an arrow.
Not only was he wearing golden armor, he also had a knife hidden behind his back, the Great Xia Dragon Bird.
With one strike, the golden ring flew back, but was caught in mid-air by a slender right hand.
Shangguan Xiaoxian chased after him, and seeing that Li Muchan was as calm as ever, her fair brows slowly furrowed, and she did not chase after him anymore.
But Li Muchan was moving even faster, because a figure wearing a bamboo hat and a sword at his waist was already walking down the mountain on the stone steps.
Fast, unimaginably fast. No one could tell which sect or school the movement belonged to, but with one step he was already several feet away. He moved as fast as lightning and his momentum was as strong as a sword.
The deadly swordsman, Jing Wuming.
The man's dead and hollow eyes seemed to light up, which was extremely rare.
"Draw your sword!"
The lonely and hoarse voice pierced Li Muchan's ears like an ice pick. These two simple words, written in just a few dozen strokes, were enough to make him shudder.
This top swordsman who has been famous for decades actually wants to test his sword?
Li Muchan replied in a hoarse voice: "Xie Xiaofeng is so talented, and Xie Wangsun is even more impressive. Why don't you go find them?"
Jing Wuming did not speak, but his steps became faster and his left hand was on the hilt of the sword, as if he would never waver once he made up his mind. He must make Li Muchan draw his sword.
Li Muchan's eyes changed suddenly. Being stared at by such a person, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
Feeling the imposing aura getting closer and closer, his hair stood on end. He simply made up his mind and sneered, "What's the point of bullying the weak? If you have the guts, give me ten years and we'll fight it out."
Hearing this, Jing Wuming actually slowed down for a moment, but not because of him, but because...
"clatter!"
There was a sudden muffled sound on the stone steps.
Following the sound, I saw a man leaning on a large bluestone beside the stone steps. He stood there lazily, standing out among the corpses.
There was another unusual thing in the man's arms, a stick, a black iron stick that was nearly six feet long.
With this length, it can be called a stick, but the difference between sticks lies not only in the length but also in the body of the weapon.
The stick body is round and changeable. The iron stick in this person's hand is not round, but square. The two ends are square, and the four corners are stained with blood. The middle part of the stick is round, black all over, engraved with pine patterns, and the surface is mottled and old, with traces of rust, and it glows with a dark ochre glow under the moon.
The so-called round sky and square earth, this stick is meant to control the power of heaven and earth. The stick contains the secrets of heaven and is unpredictable.
The man holding the stick looked like a farmer. He held the stick in his arms, one end of the stick was pounded on the ground, and the other end was on his shoulder. He pressed the stick with one hand and twisted a peanut with the other hand. He peeled off the peanut shell, raised his head and threw it into his mouth, saying, "Jing Wuming?"
Jing Wuming's eyes seemed to be brighter, his pupils trembled, and his feet did not stop: "Who is Old Man Tianji to you?"
He and the Sun family have been at odds since those days. Unfortunately, after Old Man Tianji, there are few prominent figures in the Sun family. The only one, Sun Xiaohong, retired from the world with Li Xunhuan, and the Sun family became even more declining.
The farmer didn't respond, he just stood up.
Jing Wuming glanced at the black iron rod and said calmly, "I remember that Sun Xiaohong buried the Tianji rod along with the body of old man Tianji, didn't he?"
The farmer's cheeks were dry and sunken, and his skin was waxy yellow like copper. As soon as he chewed, the muscles on his face seemed to move. His eyes shone brighter, like a thunder god descending to the earth. He opened his mouth and uttered a slightly sharp voice: "This is my Tianji stick."
What this means is that this stick is not that stick.
“Heavenly Secret Rod?” Shangguan Xiaoxian’s voice followed, and he poked his head out from behind Jing Wuming, and exclaimed in amazement, “With the addition of Ye Kai, this martial world is really getting more and more lively.”
Since Xie Longteng lost and Xie Wangsun was still hiding his abilities, she no longer wanted to stay.
Jing Wuming looked at the ordinary but arrogant farmer in front of him and said calmly, "Unfortunately, my sword and the 'Dragon and Phoenix Rings' haven't changed, but the 'Heavenly Secret Rod' has changed."
The farmer's smile turned cold. "How can there be anything unchanging in this world? It doesn't matter if things change, as long as the 'God' is still there."
In his eyes, Jing Wuming walked down the stairs step by step without stopping, but his speed had slowed down a lot.
But precisely because of this slowdown, his pace has changed dramatically. Originally, he was moving like clouds in the sky, silently, but now he pauses with each step, as if an old tree is taking root, or like thunder beating a drum, sonorous and powerful, and invisibly an inexplicable rhythm is created.
Especially when Shangguan Xiaoxian arrived, the rhythm had already matched its pace and took it as the main one. In an instant, the wind and clouds moved, and the farmer only felt as if there were invisible waves in front of him, like the water of a river rolling in, and his burnt yellow hair rose up for no reason and flew wildly.
Shangguan Xiaoxian came later, but after just a few steps she was standing on the same step as Jing Wuming. However, if one looked closely, she was even closer, half a step ahead.
"Tell me your name!"
The farmer bared his teeth and laughed wildly, "Sun Wuer!"
After saying this, just when Jing Wuming was about to squeeze in three feet in front of him, Sun Wuer flew back, carrying the stick on his shoulder, and strode towards the foot of the mountain, actually running away.
Shangguan Xiaoxian curled her lips and did not chase after him. Instead, she cast her gaze towards the lake below the mountain. A black shadow had taken advantage of the situation to go away so elusively. It was Li Muchan.
She narrowed her eyes and said thoughtfully, "This person is very skilled and his swordsmanship is extremely rare. Fortunately, his skills are still shallow and he has not yet reached the peak of his powers. I don't know who he is. I really don't know where the great dragon chief recruited these strange people from and ruined my good deeds."
"Miss," Mrs. Liu said from behind, "Are we still going to look for Xie Longteng?"
Shangguan Xiaoxian shook her head: "This man is very smart. He has been abandoned by the 'Divine Sword Villa' and has become a traitor to the 'Blue Dragon Society'. He can only hide away and is no worthy of cooperation. Whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with us..."
"etc!"
Suddenly, a light cry was heard behind the three of them.
A playful smile suddenly appeared on Shangguan Xiaoxian's face . She turned her head and saw that the person who came was none other than the owner of "Divine Sword Villa", Xie Wangsun.
"Master Xie, is there something wrong?" she said.
Xie Wangsun's eyes were deep: "Since Gang Leader Shangguan is here, why don't you move over and have a chat?"
※※※
Two flowers bloom, each showing its own beauty.
As for Li Muchan, he did not travel with Sun Wuer, nor did he go to meet the people from the "Demon Cult". He did not even return to Jinling City. Instead, he found a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the city and went inside.
The moment he stepped into the ruined temple, he couldn't even take off his mask and choked on a mouthful of blood. His originally steady steps immediately became staggering and weak, and after a few steps, he collapsed to the ground.
Shangguan Xiaoxian's attack was so powerful that he felt as if his internal organs had shifted. He was in so much pain that cold sweat broke out on his forehead. His whole body curled up into a ball, shaking constantly.
Outside the temple, the sky was dark, with occasional wind and faint thunder, as if a heavy rain was about to come.
a long time.
Li Muchan sat cross-legged on the ground and took a few breaths. When he opened his eyes again, it was raining heavily outside and lightning was lighting up the sky.
The pale cold lightning illuminated his pale face. Recalling the danger of that night, Li Muchan let out a long sigh.
His face remained expressionless, but the hand pressing the knife was trembling slightly, his joints were white, and his tendons were exposed.
No matter how much you know or how much you have seen, it is ultimately not as thrilling as experiencing it yourself, that thrill of experiencing life and death, of coming and going across the world.
Recalling the scenes of swords, blood and bones, he had never thought that there would be such a day, especially fighting with a world-famous figure like Xie Xiaofeng, causing a storm in front of everyone.
This feeling was completely different from the one he had experienced when he was attacked and ambushed that night. Although those people made him feel urgent and oppressed, they did not make him feel happy.
At this moment, Li Muchan felt unprecedentedly happy, or rather, relaxed, and also felt a sense of relief.
Because those people were not enough to make him feel his changes, but these people now, these masters who are famous in the area and figures who are famous all over the world, have made Li Muchan see himself clearly and recognize them.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After a long while, he smiled faintly. He looked at the wind and rain outside the temple and the dark sky, as if he saw an opportunity to flap his wings: "So, it's just like this!"
