Volume 3: The Demonic Cult Advances Eastward Chapter 122 The True Lord of the Waterways
"Jin Laoqi?"
Seeing that this hero who dominated the north and south waterways actually followed Li Muchan's lead, Tieyan and the other two, as well as the goddess of joy, were really shocked. They could not hide their surprise and were even more ecstatic in their hearts.
This is a strong help.
Although they knew that Li Muchan was a hidden talent, they didn't expect him to be so hidden.
Jin Laoqi's face was pale and blue, and his red hair was tied tightly, just like the cold-faced Yama enshrined in the temple. However, he was very restrained and asked respectfully, "I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you doing well, young master?"
Li Muchan said softly: "I'm fine. Are your brothers okay?"
Jin Laoqi looked excited and said in a rough voice, "It's okay. I have always kept in mind the young master's instructions. I ordered the brothers patrolling the river water forts to split into two groups, one in the water and one on the shore. Once they find the demon sect's troops, they will immediately retreat far away and hide their bodies. Hahaha, we also killed quite a few with hidden weapons and traps."
He finished speaking in one breath and then apologized: "Forgive me, sir. I wanted to send a pigeon to inform you immediately, but the demon cult's vanguard raised more than a dozen falcons, which patrolled the river day and night, calling at people and swooping at birds. The brothers dared not show their heads, so we were delayed."
Li Muchan said gently, "It's good that nothing happened."
Miao Tianwang was tied up and brought back, his face was pale and ugly. He stared at the two of them in disbelief and said, "Jin Laoqi, didn't you swear that you would never work for others in this life? Or did you swear that you would have no descendants and die a miserable death?"
Jin Laoqi chuckled, his sharp eyes swept over the people around Li Muchan, then turned his head and smiled: "Miao Laogui, let me tell you that two years ago, I swore a blood oath with you, drank blood wine, and bowed to the flag with the word 'righteousness' on it."
Facing the slowly widening eyes of Miao Tianwang, Jin Laoqi said in a deep voice, "Let me tell you one more thing. The co-owner of the 72 waterways of the Yangtze River is no longer me, Jin, but the ghost young master in front of you."
The wind and snow suddenly got stronger. Upon hearing this, King Miao opened his eyes sharply and looked directly at the tall and still figure. The shock in his heart was beyond words.
"How is this possible?" He murmured hoarsely, "Haven't you always been operating under the control of the three forces? How did you subdue these people?"
Li Muchan first waved to the people in the boat, and then saw large chairs being put out, as well as wine and food, and several warm felt blankets.
"Thank you, sir."
Jin Laoqi and several of his brothers looked at each other and smiled. They wrapped themselves in the felt blanket and sat aside to eat and drink.
At this time, Li Muchan nodded and said, "I really can't do anything. The more money I make, the more powerful the people who control me become. In the first year, I only went out of Jinling City twice. One time, I met with the two elders of the Demon Sect behind me; the other time, I went south and north to bribe two powerful people in the Green Forest Road, Qin Xiaotian and Mr. Gongsun. I never took the initiative to contact the forces on the waterway."
Just when Miao Tianwang was still puzzled, Ji Le Tiannu's eyes lit up: "Could it be that the various forces in the water channel came here by themselves?"
Li Muchan smiled and handed her the warm hand warmer in his sleeve: "That's right."
He turned around and continued, "Waterways are different from land routes. On land, if a person is surrounded and chased, as long as they make arrangements in advance, it is difficult for the opponent to escape. But waterways are different. The surface of the water is calm, but undercurrents are surging. The 'Qinglong Society' and the 'Jinqian Gang' have coveted it for a long time, but they have never succeeded."
"I understand," Blissful Lady said with a thoughtful smile, "The 'Blue Dragon Society' and the 'Golden Money Gang' knew that Boss Jin would never work for them, so when these waterway forces approached you, they all saw hope and let down their guard."
Li Muchan was a little emotional: "Yes, so I got a chance and took a trip to the waterway myself, but I didn't dare to be too blatant, and only made a few big deals with various forces. As the waterway was unobstructed, seeing the overwhelming wealth, the two major forces gave me some opportunities out of greed, so I secretly revealed my situation to Boss Jin."
"Young Master, you are too modest," Boss Jin stood up, holding a jar of wine in his hand, and took a sip. After the cold air was dispelled, he said in a deep and respectful voice: "How many people in the world can thrive among three such terrible forces? The Green Dragon Society and the Money Gang have deep hatred for me. Their opponents are my friends. Besides, we can barely play some tricks, but we are ultimately lacking in wisdom. Young Master's appearance is God's will."
At this point, everyone roughly understood what was said.
Everybody was shocked, everybody was horrified, everybody was convinced.
In just a few years, this man not only achieved extraordinary martial arts, but also had insight into everything, strategic strategies, and the ability to control people's hearts, which was simply unimaginable.
Li Muchan sighed: "People are forced to do things. I have never thought of becoming an enemy of the heroes of the world..."
At this point, he was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "At best, I just want to defeat them."
Boss Jin's eyes were blazing, and he bowed his hands solemnly and said, "Then please lead us to a great victory and defeat all the heroes."
Li Muchan simply responded: "Go ahead and do it, follow the plan, and be careful."
Mr. Jin said: "Take care, young master!"
As they were talking, the five men put down their wine jars, flew out of the ship like ospreys, and disappeared into the water.
On the deck, Miao Tianwang had been untied, and said bitterly with a sense of sympathy: "I am willing to follow your lead."
The Goddess of Bliss smiled sweetly and threw a few wax-sealed pills to the other party.
Li Muchan said softly: "I will give you the antidote after this battle."
Without waiting for Tianwang Miao's response, several of his men had already swallowed the pill with cold faces and knelt on one knee in front of Li Muchan: "From now on, the four of us brothers are willing to follow your lead and accept your orders."
King Miao's face suddenly turned ugly, and he gritted his teeth and swallowed the pill.
The wind and snow grew stronger, filling his clothes. Li Muchan reached out and took out a long flute from under his cloak. Standing at the bow, he slowly played it. Frost and snow blended between heaven and earth, and the north wind howled...
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"kill!"
Above the cold river, there was a sudden sense of murderous intent.
At the confluence of the canal and the Yangtze River waterway, flashes of swords and shadows were seen in the wind and snow, and several groups of soldiers were engaged in a bloody battle.
At the mouth of the river, there was a huge net that spanned most of the river, blocking the river and stopping the flow. It was made of iron chains with hooks on them, and it had already hooked dozens of small boats and two large ships.
The surface of the river was filled with blood and crimson red, with corpses floating on the water.
There were people fighting on the shore, and there were people in the river who were riding boats and using the momentum to maneuver, engaging in a fierce battle.
Screams, wails, roars, curses...
All the sounds seemed to turn into a death-threatening song amid the rapid clash of swords.
While the fighting was in full swing, there suddenly came a mournful and melodious sound of a flute on the river, like weeping and complaining, and the lingering sound echoed through the snow and the cold wind.
“Wuwuwu… Wuwuwu…”
The sound of the flute started out erratic, with a slow prelude that sounded mournful and miserable. However, after only a few breaths, the sound of the flute took a sharp turn and swept out like the wailing of ghosts and the howling of gods. Suddenly, snow petals were seen flying and the waves of the river were surging.
After another breath or two, the tune changed from slow to fast, and the sound of the flute drifted away, like arrows shot into everyone's ears.
"Ah, be careful, there's something strange about the sound of the flute!"
Someone was treading on water and was about to cross the river, but when he heard the sound of the flute, his originally boiling breath slowed down as the tone changed and the speed increased, as if an arrow was shot in the heart, he felt stuffy and short of breath, his eyes went dark, and he fell into the river with a plop.
Then came the second, third, fourth...
Soon, about ten dumplings fell on the river surface like rice balls.
Someone was in the middle of a fierce battle, his blood boiling, his heart pounding, and when he heard the sound of the flute, his face turned visibly red, and then his eyes turned straight, he looked up to the sky and spit out a mouthful of blood mist, then fell straight down and died on the spot.
The sound of the flute gradually got closer, and in the wind and snow, a large ship came breaking through the waves.
But there was a man standing at the bow, facing the wind and snow, in a green robe with his cloak fluttering.
"Mr. Ghost? You are a traitor to the Central Plains, a demon from the evil cult, you deserve to die!"
"kill!"
"Brothers, kill this beast quickly!"
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After seeing the faces of the people coming, I saw several figures walking on the waves, leaping into the air, flipping over and flying, with cold light trembling in their hands. Several sword lights were like spirit snakes spitting out their tongues, or like rainbows across the sky. The light on the swords was bright, and they all pointed at the figures on the boat.
It turned out that they were from the five major sword sects.
"snort!"
With a contemptuous snort, the man lightly flicked his cloak , raised his hand and waved it, and the black cloak suddenly covered the sky like a dark cloud.
The five men continued to attack with their swords, and were about to climb onto the bow when they suddenly saw a gust of wind and snow in front of them. Amidst the snow petals, dozens of palm prints appeared out of nowhere, whistling out with terrifying, eerie aura.
"ah!"
"ah!"
With a sharp howl and a scream, five figures flew backwards at the same time, emitting blood mist from their mouths, and there was no sign of life.
"The devil has no form, is incomparable, and can go up to heaven and down to earth, and I am the only one who is supreme..."
