Volume 1: The Jianghu is the main thing, who is the guest? Chapter 7 Shangguan
"Can I refuse?" Li Muchan whispered.
The world of martial arts is full of twists and turns. Everyone is calculating, scheming, fighting openly and secretly. It is really hard to guard against.
The man in the pavilion smiled lightly and said leisurely, "Can you refuse? Now you are a member of the Demon Sect, a member of the Azure Dragon Society, and also my person. In a three-way competition, do you think you can get away with it?"
Li Muchan's shoulders trembled, and he asked in shock: "Your people?"
The person in the pavilion stood up leisurely, and with his bare hands, he gently brushed the burning sandalwood in front of him, and sighed softly: "Alas, Master Li, I really feel sorry for you. You are just an ordinary person. To the Demon Cult, you are already a traitor; to the 'Green Dragon Society', you are already a dispensable chess piece; just like an ant on the street, you can be crushed to death at any time. But I have already said that you can give me advice, and I am still short of a military advisor. This is your only way to survive."
The bright light illuminated the woman's snow-white skin, jade-like flesh and bones, and her slender shoulders and delicate neck under her veil.
But even though this woman who looked so frail, could not see her face, she revealed a kind of silent tyranny when she stood with her hands behind her back. This kind of tyranny was not acquired, but was innate, flowing in the blood, integrated into the spirit, and naturally tyrannical.
It seems to have a magical power that can captivate the soul.
In the past, Shangguan Jinhong was the most powerful man in the world, and everyone from the black and white worlds bowed down to him. Could it be that he was really this domineering?
Li Muchan sighed: "What do you want me to do?"
Of course he wouldn't believe what this person said, but the situation was so critical that he could only risk his life and move forward.
The man in the pavilion hummed and said, "Then just live well."
As soon as the words fell, a light laugh came into the ears and a fragrant breeze blew over.
Li Muchan took just one sniff and his hands and feet suddenly became limp. He fell to the ground and lost consciousness.
"Boss, are you going to let him go like this? Will the Qinglong Society let him go?" Mother Liu narrowed her eyes and smiled. As she spoke, she pulled out a short knife from her waist and bit it into her mouth as if she was eating something. "This kid is really unlucky."
The sound of metal and stone rubbing against each other soon came out from Mother Liu's mouth, like grinding teeth and chewing bones, which made people's scalp tingle.
As he chewed with big mouthfuls, his fat body began to tremble like waves, and there were strange noises coming from his stomach, like the whistling of the wind, rising and falling from time to time, and his rotten teeth, which looked like nails, kept clanking, which was extremely weird.
As soon as the gold and iron entered the mouth, the strange sound changed again, as if there were gold beads and iron balls rolling and colliding in the stomach.
"puff!"
But I saw Mother Liu's throat moving, and her bloated body suddenly seemed to be tensed like a rock. She suddenly turned her head and opened her mouth to spit, and a black light flew out from her throat and shot straight towards the wall.
With a muffled groan, a figure was seen falling out from the darkness.
When Mother Liu brought the dead body under the light, she saw that it was a person in night clothes.
It was the secret agent of Qinglong Society.
The man's throat was broken, and a small, not-so-smooth iron ball was embedded in his throat .
The person in the pavilion seemed to be unconcerned. He slowly walked out of the pavilion and came to Li Muchan's side. He looked at the pale and weak face, which had frowned brows and was cold and hard even though he was unconscious.
After a long while, she ordered, "Send him back."
Mother Liu immediately grabbed Li Muchan like a bouncing ball, and after a few ups and downs, he was thrown into the darkness.
Not long after they left, an old man in gorgeous clothes and with white hair slowly walked out from a corner of the garden.
As the lights came on, the old man smiled cunningly and said, "The gang leader's move of turning the tables is really brilliant."
This person was none other than the old beggar who betrayed Dao Twelve, joined the Qinglong Society, and cut Li Muchan dozens of times.
The man in the pavilion had returned to the pavilion. He said "Oh" and asked with a smile: "Then tell me, what is the plan? What is the plan?"
The old beggar smiled like a fox. "That person had already found out that Li Muchan and the gang leader were already familiar with each other and had some friendship, so he used him as bait to test the gang leader. But the gang leader not only did not kill Li Muchan, but also let him live well. I think that person must have thought that the gang leader was concerned about Li Muchan and felt that he had caught him."
"Opportunities for victory are never waited for, but created." The man in the pavilion held the pot with both hands, gently poured a cup of tea, and said quietly: "The enemy is in the dark and we are in the light. If we want to gain the upper hand, we have to show the enemy our weakness and wait for the attack. Only then will we have a chance to find the opponent's flaws."
The old beggar stood in the flower garden and praised with a smile: "When a person is closest to success, it is often also the time when he is most likely to fail. The leader's move is really brilliant."
The person in the pavilion suddenly flicked his hand, and with a flick of his slender jade finger, the cup of tea began to spin rapidly, flying out of the pavilion, straight up to four or five feet, and then stopped in front of the old beggar, hanging in the air without falling, and asked slowly: "Have you found out which dragon head the 'hall master' is?"
The old beggar hurriedly took the spinning teacup, looked at the tea still spinning rapidly in the cup without spilling a single drop, restrained his smile a little, and said respectfully: "This person is very cautious. Not only did he not reveal his appearance, he also deliberately concealed his voice. Even his gender is difficult to ascertain. It is very difficult."
"That's interesting. If he had revealed his true colors earlier, wouldn't it have been a waste of all my efforts?" The man in the pavilion looked at the moon in the sky. It was unclear whether it was the bright eyes reflecting the moon, or the bright moon reflecting the eyes. His eyes were like flowing water. "Do you think this bright moon looks like a knife?"
The bright moon is like a knife?
The old beggar subconsciously raised his head and glanced. His confused expression suddenly changed. He felt a chill for no reason. His dry cheeks moved and he smiled awkwardly, "I dare not say."
"Haha," the man in the pavilion laughed, no longer a restrained chuckle, but a flamboyant and wild laugh, and then chanted: "I listened to the spring rain in the small building all night!"
The old beggar shuddered, his shoulders tightened, and his already skinny body looked even thinner, as if these few words carried a deadly murderous intent.
The man in the pavilion looked at the moon and laughed, "I heard that the man is still very young. This world is really full of heroes. The 'Blue Dragon Society' in the Central Plains and the 'Devil Sect' in the Western Regions are so turbulent. If I can compete with the heroes of the world, my life will be worthwhile."
She suddenly moved away, the bamboo curtain rolled up, and her figure flew into the air, as if she was about to climb to the clouds in the sky and overlook the world. In the night sky, which originally had only one cold moon, two balls of bright golden light suddenly appeared.
The golden light hangs high in the sky, just like the sun.
The sun and the moon compete for glory.
The old beggar's pupils trembled and he lowered his head and eyes.
Through the pool of water at his feet, he could vaguely see that it was not the sun but two golden rings, chasing each other between heaven and earth, fluttering between the two white hands, appearing and disappearing in an instant, unpredictable, and shocking the heaven and earth.
In the past, Shangguan Jinhong reached the pinnacle of fame with this pair of most extraordinary and dangerous weapons in the world. He defeated the "Tianji Stick" and intimidated all the martial arts masters on the "Weapons List". The whole world was shocked and it swept the martial arts world.
Now, the double rings reappear, desire reappears, power reappears, money reappears, and the superiors reappear. Can the unprecedented ferocity of "money falls to the ground, and people's heads are lost" in the past reappear?
Suddenly, the person in the pavilion had gone far away.
"You, step back!"
