Volume 3: The Demonic Cult Advances Eastward Chapter 118: Setting Sun, Maple Forest, and Long Pavilion
Li Muchan walked away.
He walked out of the city, into the sunset, and strolled among the maple trees.
The frost and snow have melted, and the setting sun is as red as blood.
Li Muchan walked very slowly. Although his expression was calm, the fighting spirit in his heart was constantly burning, surging in his lungs, flowing through his limbs and bones, turning into a blazing fire and showing in his eyes.
He stood with his hands behind his back, admiring the scenery along the way as if strolling in a garden. His mind was extremely clear, and he would never be complacent about killing Sun Wuer, thinking that he could be the best in the martial arts world and look down on everyone.
There are too many people in this world who are greedy for power and influence. Once they gain power, they regard themselves as the gods and forget themselves, to the point where they become lawless, their hearts corrupted by power and gain, they forget their beliefs, abandon their ambitions, become unscrupulous and as crazy as demons.
Such people are destined to have a tragic end and fall from the day they become famous and powerful.
But he won't.
He knew what he wanted from the very beginning, and power and profit were merely the means for him to achieve his goals. If he really had to describe it, he wanted to be the one who controlled "power" and "profit", he wanted to look down on the world, he wanted to be famous, rather than becoming a slave to power.
But this does not mean that he would take other people's life and death lightly. On the contrary, Li Muchan loves life very much, so he is interested in many things and will delve into them, thus developing a wealth of skills.
Then he saw a man.
A man in purple.
The man stood under a few maple leaves that were redder than blood and brighter than fire, with a farewell hook hanging around his waist, looking at him quietly.
Li Muchan smiled and said, "I don't have time to deal with you today, let's do it another day."
The man in purple had a long, green face and was serious. He seemed to have really understood what he said. He glanced at the end of the maple forest path, turned around and disappeared.
Li Muchan looked at the man's back deeply and continued walking, but not far away, he saw another person.
This time it was a stranger, a little old man wearing a sheepskin coat, with messy hair, a dirty body, carrying a bundle of firewood on his back, and a copper pipe in his hand. His dry cheeks moved slightly, and he sucked on the pipe, and a spark immediately lit up in the pipe bowl.
As the sun sets, the old man walks past Li Muchan with heavy steps.
Li Muchan glanced at the other person, but just as he passed by him, he suddenly stopped and looked back. There was no one behind him, no old man at all. His eyes immediately turned cold: "There are so many people joining in the fun. I will give you three breaths to retreat quickly, otherwise, you will all die."
"Mr. Ghost is so arrogant. I..."
Someone in the maple forest on all sides immediately responded in an unconvinced manner, but before he could finish his words, there was no further follow-up.
In an instant, a series of rapid and strange noises rang out from all directions in the forest, like birds flying in fright, beasts running, and figures all scattered and fled far away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Except for "Li Yuan", all the other heads of the major families in Baoding City have either surrendered, been bribed by him, or fled; how could these people from the martial arts world who came to help dare to enter the city? They could only stay outside, and when they heard about Guo Ding's challenge to a fight, they became interested.
Unfortunately, I have the will but not the courage.
Li Muchan walked forward a little further until he reached the path, then stopped.
In front of you is an octagonal pavilion.
There was someone in the pavilion, a thin young man, wearing black clothes and holding a black sword, tall and strong.
It is the contemporary representative of the "Iron Sword of Songyang", Guo Ding.
This person's face was also black, but his dark eyes were glowing.
Because Li Muchan is here.
Guo Ding originally thought that someone like Li Muchan would never put himself in danger, or even keep an appointment.
Li Muchan showed a warm smile on his pale face: "Don't worry, it has always been my long-cherished wish to compete with the world's masters."
Guo Ding said: "Thank you!"
The man is cold, the sword is cold, and the words are even colder.
But Li Muchan suddenly noticed the haggardness, fatigue, and drunkenness that flashed across the other person's eyes.
This person actually drank alcohol?
He frowned, turned around and was about to leave the pavilion.
Guo Ding's voice sank, his eyes widened, full of murderous intent: "Are you humiliating me?"
Li Muchan said calmly: "I am not interested in people who want to die."
Guo Ding's breathing tightened, and for a moment he felt that he was being looked through by Li Muchan's eyes that saw through the world. His dark face turned pale and bloodless.
He looked at Li Muchan coldly and said in a hoarse voice: "You are also injured. I don't believe that you are unscathed."
Li Muchan turned around and glanced at him: "Ding Linglin?"
The knuckles of Guo Ding's hand holding the sword had turned blue, his lips were tightly pursed, and his teeth were clenched.
Li Muchan guessed it right. This man actually fell in love with Ding Linglin. Unfortunately, Ding Linglin already had Ye Kai and would only like Ye Kai. Although this girl was kind, it was destined that there would be no result.
"Do you want to defeat me so that she will look at me differently? Or do you want to fight to the death and eliminate me, a great threat to the Central Plains martial arts world?" he asked.
Guo Ding's pupils were already shrinking, and the gleam in his eyes was like a rootless fire, flickering and almost extinguished.
Li Muchan sighed, stopped, and looked at the pavilion: "Is this the pavilion from that year?"
Guo Ding sat back down in despair, picked up the wine pot on the ground, took a gulp, and wet his hair with the wine. He said in a hoarse voice, "Yes, this is where the three top masters, Sun Baifa, the 'Old Man Tianji', Shangguan Jinhong, the 'Dragon and Phoenix Double Rings', and Li Tanhua, the 'Little Li Flying Dagger', met and fought."
At that time, Shangguan Jinhong had been dormant for several years, and then rose up, recruiting seventeen masters of the "Weapon List". He reappeared in the world because of the "Lianhua Baojian". It was here that he led Jing Wuming to attack Li Tanhua, but was scared away by Sun Baifa's few words.
Li Muchan suddenly changed his mind and did not leave. Instead, he sat down and said, "Drink!"
Then, in the blink of an eye, there seemed to be a breeze blowing by, and two jars of fine wine appeared outside the pavilion.
Li Muchan was just about to take a sip, but suddenly, the evening wind blew hard, filling his clothes. Maple leaves all over the ground fluttered into the air, as if they appeared out of nowhere with sharp edges, filled with a terrible murderous intent.
This is sword energy.
The sharpness was unimaginable, as if even the north wind had turned into a sword, cutting people's faces and causing pain.
Guo Ding shuddered and his expression changed instantly. He held his sword and stared, all emotions in his eyes disappeared, leaving only an undisguised horror and fear.
Li Muchan narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at the path deep in the maple forest, and said with a leisurely smile: "You can leave now."
He said this to Guo Ding, and then he slapped the seal of the wine jar with his big hand, raised his head and gulped down half of the strong liquor, laughing: "Good wine! Good wine!"
And on the path they came from, Li Muchan had already seen a man, a lonely and desolate middle-aged swordsman.
This man has a straight back, thick eyebrows, big eyes, thin lips like a sharp blade, covered in dust, and eyes full of vicissitudes of life, but he is even colder than Guo Ding. His indifferent face is like a cold stone that has not changed for a thousand years. He wears coarse linen clothes, and his eyebrows and eyes are cold, as if they are made of iron.
Guo Ding's pupils not only shrank, his heart also tightened: "Flying Swordsman?"
Li Muchan wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth and looked at the other person directly: "You want to see me?"
The middle-aged swordsman looked at him coldly: "Are you waiting for me?"
Li Muchan fell silent. He looked at the other person's waist, but there was no sword.
The middle-aged swordsman's expression also changed slightly, because at the same time he appeared, two figures walked out from the left and right of the pavilion.
One of them was carrying two swords, wearing a golden mask, and wearing a black robe that fluttered in the wind. He was standing in the air above the treetops, like a feather riding the wind, with an ethereal aura. The other person, with his hands behind his back, strode out of the Fengfeng forest. He was also wearing a golden mask and a silk robe. It was unknown where he came from and his true appearance could not be seen.
Li Muchan walked out of the pavilion calmly and responded, "Yes, I am waiting for you."
The middle-aged swordsman nodded: "Okay, then I will meet you."
In an instant, a strong wind blew up in the forest, and the three energies intertwined into one, fighting against the unprecedented enemy before them.
