Volume 2: Buddha's Hand Saves All Living Things, Subdues Demons and Attains Bodhi Chapter 71: Four Dragon Heads
Elder Tie Er's back was wet with cold sweat without him noticing.
He never imagined that there were so many murderous intentions hidden on both sides of the Qinhuai River, and they were all such masters.
But when he thought of the promise made by the person on his shoulder, he could only run as fast as he could.
Just as Qin Xiaotian was about to make a move to snatch the item, Elder Yan San raised the tip of his knife and hooked it towards the opponent's wrist like a flying swallow. The knife flashed during the fight, and then there was a "swish" sound, and Qin Xiaotian's chest was cut, revealing a corner of his apricot-yellow shirt.
Elder Yan San's cheeks tightened, and his voice was quick and sharp: "Money Gang?"
Good job.
Elder Tie Er had a strange expression on his face, he really couldn't figure out how Li Muchan had gotten to this point; the two close confidants around him, one was the leader of the "Qinglong Society" and the other was an informant of the "Golden Money Gang", and neither of them was his own person.
Just as the situation was changing rapidly and it was too much to keep up with, several figures came chasing after him. Some of them didn't even understand why they were chasing after him, but that was human nature. The more people were fighting for it, the more others thought it was a good thing, especially when someone heard the word "Young Master", they would chase after it even more.
Especially since the whereabouts of the "Clavicle and Soul-Stirring Buddha Scroll" is unknown at the moment, any abnormality would be enough to shock the world .
"Put him down."
The person who spoke was Guo Ding.
Qin Xiaotian said impatiently: "Get out of here! Anyone who dares to stop the Money Gang from doing their job will be killed without mercy!"
This person simply stopped hiding it.
"Money Gang!"
"Money Gang?"
"Ah, the Money Gang!"
…
The exclamations in different tones made many people stand still in shock.
"Money Gang!"
The cold light in Guo Ding's eyes became even colder, and he had already drawn his sword. With a "clang", the sword light was dazzling and rushed straight towards Qin Xiaotian.
Qin Xiaotian's hair stood up, and his expression instantly turned ugly: "Boy, you are looking for death."
He immediately turned around and jumped towards the sword light.
But when Qin Xiaotian retreated, he suddenly saw a skinny figure passing by. From a distance, the bamboo stick in his hand repeatedly pointed at Elder Tie Er's ankles and knees. It was the old man who held the "Blue Mountain Ancient Sword".
This man used his staff as a sword, and his sword skills were superb. The sword moved like a dragon or a snake. After only circling twice in the air, he had already pushed away the knife in Elder Yan San's hand and even swept Elder Tie Er's ankle.
Elder Tie Er suddenly felt his right leg go numb, and he immediately lost his balance and almost fell out. As he delayed, the old man used his bamboo stick to lift Li Muchan up with his strong internal force, grabbed him with his big hand, turned around, stepped on the water, and flew onto the river surface, diving into the night.
It all happened so fast that no one had time to react.
Elder Tie Er and Elder Yan San suddenly shouted: "That is Young Master Ghost. Whoever rescues him will be rewarded with money, treasures, or magical weapons. We will never break our promise."
"Chase!"
When the group of people heard this, their eyes turned red.
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On the other side, Li Muchan was held in the old man's hand and ran wildly, turning left and right in Jinling City, and finally came to an old dilapidated house.
The man first glanced around very vigilantly, then carefully put Li Muchan down and said with a low laugh, "Young Master Ghost, there is no need to pretend to be asleep. You are now out of the encirclement and it is safe here."
Li Muchan opened his eyes, looked at the old man, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Who are you?"
The old man held the ancient Blue Mountain sword in his hand horizontally and said calmly, "My surname is Lan. I heard that Young Master Ghost has great connections, so I want to ask for a favor."
Li Muchan's face showed little expression, but her eyes were slightly narrowed: "What do you want?"
"Okay, I wonder if Mr. Ghost has ever heard of a sword?" The old man smiled and clapped his hands, but before Li Muchan could respond, he became serious again, leaned closer and spoke word by word: "Tears Sword!"
Li Muchan suddenly laughed strangely: "But decades ago, he was famous all over the world and was known as the best swordsman in the martial arts world for 500 years?"
The old man's eyes lit up: "Yes, you really do know."
Li Muchan sat on the ground and said with a fake smile: "Unfortunately, I don't know."
The old man was paying attention to the noise outside, and said jokingly: "Mr. Ghost, you can hide it from others, but not from me. In the past six months, you have spent a lot of money to collect many strange stories and secrets in the martial arts world, and searched all over the world for all kinds of rare treasures. I heard that the 'Tears Sword' is among them."
Li Muchan looked at the other person deeply, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he still said with regret: "The Money Gang sent people to Chang'an some time ago for this matter, haha, and they are still looking for a martial arts family with the surname Zhuo."
The old man raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath: "'Purple Air Coming from the East' Zhuo Donglai?"
He seemed to be responding to Li Muchan's words, but also seemed to be speaking to himself.
When he mentioned this name, the old man's whole face changed, becoming solemn, cautious, and nervous.
His face suddenly turned cold, completely losing the smile he had before, and he said coldly: "So, you really didn't find it? Then I can only kill you."
"Wait," Li Muchan said with a smile, "Don't be nervous. I didn't find the sword, but I found something else."
The old man's eyes rolled around, and a faint blue light flashed in them: "What is that?"
Li Muchan met the other person's eyes and whispered, "A box."
The ancestral hall suddenly became quiet, as silent as death.
The two of them stared at each other. Li Muchan could clearly see the light in this man's eyes flickering, like a leaping flame, swaying unsteadily, or like a turbulent mood.
After five or six breaths, the old man repeated in a hoarse and trembling voice: "A box... What box?"
Li Muchan smiled in a playful and strange way: "Since you know about the Tear Sword, you should know that there is such a box in the world."
The old man chuckled: "Young Master Ghost is indeed extremely talented. He actually knows so many secrets of the martial arts world. Yes, this box is definitely not worse than the 'Tears Sword', and it is very scary... Where is the box?"
Li Muchan rolled her eyes and said, "If I had a box, would I have fallen to this point?"
The old house was ancient and even more dilapidated than the Yan family ancestral hall. There were tombs everywhere. As soon as the night wind blew, ghost lights appeared everywhere. There were also rabbits and foxes running in the forest. It seemed that they were almost out of Jinling City.
The old man frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
Li Muchan sighed, "That thing is indeed extraordinary, but unfortunately it has already turned to dust due to years of rust."
The old man's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "How dare you play tricks on me?"
Li Muchan shook his head: "No, I don't have the things, but I have the casting drawings of the box. As for the Tear Sword, I think you might as well ask the Great Dragon Chief."
In an instant, all the expressions on the old man's face froze when he heard the three words "big dragon head". He twisted his neck, stared at Li Muchan, and suddenly showed a weird smile: "What do you mean?"
Li Muchan raised his head and said softly, "You know, you must have known that the Great Dragon Chief's surname is Zhuo, or he is related to someone with the surname Zhuo, otherwise you wouldn't be so impatient to find me, right? Fourth Dragon Chief. No, to be precise, I should call you Lord Di... I'm really sorry to meet you in this kind of occasion."
