Volume 2: Buddha's Hand Saves All Living Things, Subdues Demons and Attains Bodhi Chapter 91 I am your brother-in-law
Fu Hongxue is here too.
He was just as he had come, stepping on the setting sun, as if bringing with him the night, and the dragging of his right foot seemed like a death warrant.
Gongsun Tu clenched his teeth. He wanted to yell in the same tone as before, but he found that the muscles in his cheeks were stiff from the tension, and his throat was dry, as if he had not drunk a drop of water for three days and three nights, and blood was seeping out.
"You don't need to stop this person."
Fortunately, Li Muchan's voice sounded at the right time, as if injecting a warm current into Gongsun Tu's body in an instant.
But Fu Hongxue stopped at the door, raised his cold and pale face, which looked like an ice sculpture in the distant mountains, and looked at the person sitting by the window.
The man was smiling at him, as if saying, "Come in."
Fu Hongxue's hand holding the knife tightened. This was actually the man he saw last night.
"My name is Li Muchan, nice to meet you, Mr. Fu." said Li Muchan.
Fu Hongxue's face was expressionless: "You got the wrong person, I'm not a hero."
Li Muchan suddenly lowered his eyes and looked at the lame leg, then let out a long sigh, as if he was sighing.
Anyone who knows this person's past would probably sigh and feel sorry for him, even though his swordsmanship is superb and hard to match in the world.
Fu Hongxue was indifferent to Li Muchan's gaze. He had long been accustomed to such looks, whether it was mockery or pity, as if none of it had anything to do with him.
But from a distance, they were surprisingly similar, with the same black robes, white skin, and the same pale faces, like the unchanging icebergs on a snowy mountain.
But Fu Hongxue was cold, while Li Muchan was smiling. Even though his smile was insincere, the vitality emanating from his ambitions and aspirations could not be faked.
Li Muchan said gently: "You came here just to do the right thing."
This man spent the first half of his life wrapped in hatred, wailing day and night, suffering torture at all times. Now that he has reappeared in the world, he seems to have broken free from the cage of hatred and given up his desire for revenge.
But this black knife is only faster because it is free.
Fu Hongxue was silent for a long time before he said, "It may also be wrong. "
Li Muchan suppressed his smile and said, "Come in!"
Gongsun Tu stepped aside and just watched Fu Hongxue walk into the inn.
The Goddess of Bliss in the room could no longer laugh. She was frightened by the murderous intent, both visible and invisible, that was intertwined in the inn. She felt that the blood in her body had solidified and her hair was about to stand up. The back of her neck felt cold and she wished she could curl up in the quilt.
Every one of those who came in was a famous and powerful master, and some of them were the best in the world, almost becoming the top figures.
These people also came for Shangguan Xianer and "Peacock Feather".
The Demon Cult is trying to advance eastward, the Azure Dragon Society wants to dominate the Central Plains, and the Money Gang has reappeared in the arena. In this three-way competition, the "Peacock Feather" may be the key to victory.
Moreover, Shangguan Xian'er's identity is very unusual. She is the daughter of Shangguan Jinhong, so she may really have a chance to obtain the "Peacock Feather".
Li Muchan still remembered that in the cave under Lengxiang Garden in Chang'an, on the wall where many rare treasures were placed, he had seen the place belonging to the "Peacock Feather". Even though it was empty, the possibility of it being taken away could not be ruled out.
The peacock was not afraid of death, but his hands and feet also became stiff, and he asked in a hoarse voice: "Can we leave now?"
"It's too late." Li Muchan poured a cup of still-warm tea, drank it in one gulp, and chuckled, "I knew it would be bad if you met Shangguan. It's the same for my sister and me."
His tone was calm, but his dark pupils were trembling wildly, as if they had transformed into two leaping cold fires, rising higher and higher in intensity.
Now, whoever can walk out of that door alive and leave here alive would be truly amazing.
"I'm going back to my room too."
Li Muchan's room was just opposite, separated by a corridor.
His room also had a window that overlooked the backyard of the inn. The members of the Money Gang were already sitting in the yard, having tied up their horses and taking out the wine they had brought with them and the wild rabbits they had hunted. They skinned and bled them on the spot and began to roast them.
Although this inn was not luxurious or elegant, it was large enough to accommodate about two hundred people.
Before Li Muchan moved in, he had already booked the entire place.
With a great battle imminent and a powerful enemy at hand, Li Muchan took a deep breath, drew out his sword, and holding a white handkerchief, he began to wipe the blade and the blade carefully.
Outside the window, the setting sun was blood-red, the autumn colors were bleak, and faintly one could hear a few sharp and shrill cicada calls, before they suddenly stopped and fell to the ground and died.
The cicada's chirping stopped, but Li Muchan did not stop wiping the sword.
Time passed little by little, and people and horses kept arriving, and as the last ray of afterglow fell, the long night came.
I don’t know how much time passed.
Snap! Snap!
Suddenly, there were a few crisp sounds, and the lantern outside the inn that was used to guide guests was extinguished, and the surroundings suddenly fell into darkness.
The cold and murderous autumn wind also squeezed into the inn, and all the lights went out.
Sudden.
A dark shadow flashed into Li Muchan's room.
The man walked quickly, taking only two steps from the door to the bed. He then pulled out a sharp knife that was so bright that it could emit a cold light even in the darkness, and stabbed it into the bulging quilt.
The lights are on again.
Li Muchan walked out from behind the door with some confusion and looked at the man who wanted to kill him.
She was a woman in purple with long hair like clouds. There were several shocking criss-cross scars on the left cheek. Her eyes were full of ruthlessness and she held a scimitar in her hand.
Shangguan Xianer.
This person really looks very much like Shangguan Xiaoxian. If there is a difference in the eyebrows and eyes, the figure is 80% similar, with the same slender waist, the same narrow shoulders, and the same mature charm.
Li Muchan did not take action, but asked curiously: "Strange, you actually want to kill me? Haha, I'm your brother-in-law!"
Shangguan Xian'er's delicate body trembled, and when she saw Li Muchan behind her, she had already grasped the dagger tightly and retreated in panic, slumped on the bed, but her tone did not flinch: "I want to kill you."
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows: "Oh, why?"
Shangguan Xian'er didn't say anything. Her slender and graceful body was trembling slightly. Her delicate and fragile eyes were flashing with a light called hatred and tears.
Li Muchan asked tentatively: "Because of Shangguan Xiaoxian?"
Shangguan Xian'er said hatefully, "Yes, it's her."
Li Muchan smiled and said, "She is your sister."
Shangguan Xian'er spat in disgust: "Bah, who wants to be her sister? She is just a bastard that my father left behind. How can she be qualified to inherit everything from the Money Gang? Not only did she take away what should belong to me, she also ruined my face. Since you have married her, I will kill you."
"You think too much," Li Muchan smiled and waved, "I think we can join forces to deal with her, and I can also take everything from her for you... Be good, come here, come to your brother-in-law."
Shangguan Xian'er seemed to be struggling, but she soon gave a mocking smile: "Don't try to deceive me."
Li Muchan's face became expressionless. He suddenly raised his foot, but he did not walk towards Shangguan Xian'er. Instead, he swept across the air and shot to the window like an arrow. He turned his wrist, and a narrow green light, like a snake coiling around, had already pierced the window paper with the sword light.
The green willow pushed and pulled, and a pool of bright red blood suddenly splashed on the yellowed window paper, followed by a groan of pain from swallowing blood and a "gurgling" sound from a blocked throat.
The moment Li Muchan drew his sword, he swung it horizontally, and several sharp swords broke through the window almost at the same time.
The sword was as bright as snow and gleamed coldly. The tip of the sword was extremely sharp as it brushed against Li Muchan's black robe.
A moment later, footsteps rushed down the corridor outside the door, and Ding Linglin, with a loud voice, rushed to the front: "He must have taken the person away."
Shangguan Xian'er's eyes rolled, and she suddenly hid the knife in her hand. The hatred in her eyes disappeared, and her eyes were filled with tears. She looked like a shivering elk.
She retreated to the corner and sobbed softly, "Brother-in-law, the Peacock Feather is hidden in..."
Li Muchan frowned, blocked the sword outside the window, and at the same time turned off the lights with a flick of his sleeves.
"Peacock Feather!"
As the inn fell into darkness again, a series of sounds of swords clashing were heard in an instant.
Immediately following, there was another quick and sharp whistle, and for a moment there were cries of surprise outside the inn, because there were a lot of rustling noises coming from the woods, and countless poisonous insects came to the sound.
"ah!"
There was another scream .
