Volume 3: The Demonic Cult Advances Eastward Chapter 145 Murong Qiudi
The one-day and one-night banquet announced the complete rise of the "World Alliance". This force, which made the "Excalibur Villa" retreat, the "Money Gang" fear it, and the "Green Dragon Society" helpless, finally attracted the attention and shock of the entire martial arts world.
As the leader of the alliance, Li Muchan is undoubtedly the most popular and the focus of the world.
A lot of news also came from the world.
The remnants of the Demon Cult were divided into pieces. Some returned to the countries in the Western Regions, some gathered in the Yaohu Demon Palace, and others were recruited by the "Qinglong Society" and the "Golden Money Gang" respectively. The sect completely fell apart and was shared by all parties.
And Qiu Xiaolou, the once-powerful leader of the evil cult, has long since disappeared, and fled far away with his family.
In addition, the entire "Shenjian Villa" family moved north and retreated far away from Huashan.
There were many twists and turns in the story. Murong Qiudi, the young master of the Murong family, violated the family marriage contract and followed Xie Xiaofeng.
Everyone thought it was a drama of childhood sweethearts in love, but unexpectedly Sun Xingyu showed up in the middle and the two women started fighting. When they learned that the Palace Master of Yaohu Demon Palace was already pregnant with Xie Xiaofeng's child, all parties were shocked.
The Xie family, who hold high the banner of eliminating demons and defending the Way, unexpectedly got involved with the Demon Cult. The third young master, who has gathered countless honors in one body, had an affair with a witch of the Demon Cult.
The most ridiculous thing in the world!!!
The upright and righteous faction headed by "Excalibur Villa" has lost all its face and become a laughing stock since then.
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It is already late winter.
In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, Li Muchan sat quietly on a cushion. He looked at the desolate world, the dark blue and deep lake water, and felt the deep cold air that chilled him to the bone. He seemed to be lost in thought about something.
With her black hair dragging on the ground behind her and her black robe fluttering, Li Muchan stretched out her straight, slender, but snow-white index finger.
With a light pinch, ripples suddenly appeared in the lake, and a drop of water trembled in the air and fell into his fingers.
"Bang!"
However, with a magnificent and deafening bell sound like thunder, the water droplets instantly dissipated and splashed the palms of my hands.
Where does the bell sound come from?
It turned out that deep in the lake and on the surrounding hills, there were twelve huge bronze bells weighing over a thousand pounds each.
Each bronze bell is accompanied by two strong men, each holding a heavy hammer in his hand. Each bell is struck once every half hour, with eighteen rapid strikes, eighteen slow strikes, and eighteen moderate strikes again. This is repeated twice, for a total of one hundred and eight strikes.
If the twelve bronze bells are rung in sequence, it represents the cycle of morning and evening.
Afterwards, the twelve bells will be struck a total of 108 times. The sound of the bells ringing together will be as powerful as the earth breaking, the sky collapsing, and the sea and mountains collapsing.
As the bell rang, Li Muchan's calm eyes began to ripple like the surface of a lake, and there was irritation and annoyance. His wet palms clenched instantly, exposing his joints and bulging veins.
He was not a monk and did not like to listen to the deafening bell sound, but he needed concentration, the kind of concentration that would not show any sign of it even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him.
Only when one has sufficient concentration
Li Muchan had been listening to the bell for two days, feeling tormented and gritting his teeth.
But he still endured it because the murderous intent was already there.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The bells rang one after another.
Li Muchan took a deep breath and closed his eyes again, but his temples began to tremble with the sound of the bell and his cheeks became tense.
He has handed over the affairs of the Tianxia Alliance to Qiu Shuiqing and Jin Laoqi, and Tie Yan and Li Yaoshi also have things to do.
Some people are responsible for pacifying and recruiting the martial arts families in the south of the Yangtze River, some are responsible for commanding the elite of the Demon Sect, and some are responsible for the many waterway heroes, while Pharmacist Li... has begun to control the circulation of gold and silver in the "World Alliance" and also takes care of Ye'er by the way.
In the eyes of others, Li Muchan thinks highly of this woman and almost regards her as his trusted subordinate and right-hand man. But it is normal. After all, the two of them have been together and experienced life and death several times. So it is natural that Li Yaoshi should be reused now and be the chief steward of the "World Alliance". No one can disobey him.
Some people even regarded this woman as the leader's wife, and believed that she would truly be given this title in the near future.
The chaos has just been resolved and there are many .
Li Muchan almost gave most of the power to these people, while he himself sat alone in the pavilion.
This solitary pavilion, surrounded by water on all sides, seems to be in a perfect location, towering above the rivers and lakes, looking down on all directions. But in fact, it has been trapped in an invisible space, with no way to retreat or advance.
Dilemma.
In the agony, the bell finally stopped.
Suddenly, there was the sound of waves breaking on the lake.
Without opening his eyes, Li Muchan could already smell a pure and elegant fragrance, and heard the delicate footsteps and soft breathing. So, the person coming must be another stunning beauty.
The sound of breaking waves was approaching, and the rower wearing a bamboo hat, a knife on his waist, dressed in tight clothes and with a cold look in his eyes was Du Lei.
The person on the boat had already boarded the lonely pavilion, and said in a delicate and clear voice, "Murong Qiudi of the Murong family greets the leader!"
Li Muchan sat cross-legged without moving, without opening his eyes, as if waiting for the other party to reveal his purpose.
Du Lei didn't say anything, like a piece of wood. After sending the person off, he rowed the boat away.
"My father has been ill recently, and the position of head of the family has been temporarily taken over by me. I came here today to show my loyalty." Murong Qiudi said.
"I heard that Murong Zheng was so angry at you that he vomited blood? And he broke up with the Mao family?"
Li Muchan finally spoke, his voice still so gentle, but his words were as sharp as a knife, stabbing the person behind him so that his face turned pale and his breathing became heavier.
The Mao family is one of the four great families in Jiangnan, and the young master is the one who made a marriage contract with Murong Qiudi. Now the young master of "Qixingtang" failed to elope with Xie Xiaofeng, and competed with the demon cult witch for a husband, which almost ruined the reputation of the two families. Murong Zheng was so angry that he fell ill and vomited blood repeatedly, leaving him half dead.
Murong Qiudi sobbed softly, "I am unfilial."
Li Muchan remained motionless and said softly, "Don't worry, I'm not that stingy. Your 'Qixingtang' is also one of the heroes on the Jiangnan waterway. If you manage it well, it will surely shine in the future."
Murong Qiudi said gratefully: "Thank you for letting bygones be bygones!"
She looked at the back of the man sitting alone in the pavilion, hesitated for a moment, and then said softly: "I have something to say, but I don't know whether I should say it or not."
Li Muchan said calmly: "Speak."
Murong Qiudi said softly: "Young Master's 'World Alliance' may seem to be in great glory now, but in fact it is already in danger. If you are not careful, it will be overturned in one day, like a dream, an empty flower, a bubble."
Li Muchan didn't say anything.
Murong Qiudi took the opportunity to walk forward a few steps, bowed slightly, and then half-knelt with his head down, seemingly showing loyalty, but whispered, "Sir, have you never been wary of your chief steward?"
Li Muchan asked calmly: "What happened to her?"
Murong Qiudi said softly, "Her method is very special. It is a Miaojiang Gu poison. She is good at controlling people with it. If she harbors ulterior motives, the consequences will be unimaginable. Once this kind of person betrays you, with a wave of her hand, I am afraid that all your confidants will be controlled by her and obey her orders. All your allies will immediately turn against you. If this person has someone else behind her, then your grand ambitions will become someone else's wedding dress, just like Qiu Xiaolou... Maybe you are already poisoned by the Gu, and you are surrounded by enemies, but you don't even know it."
"Are you doubting her?"
"I dare not. I am just reminding the leader."
"Remind me of what?"
"Perhaps I am more suitable to serve you and follow you than she is."
"Are you sure you won't betray me?"
"At least compared to the consequences of betrayal, the harm I cause is far less than that of the chief steward."
"What do you want?"
"I dare not ask for anything, I just want to help you conquer the northern martial arts world. If possible, I also want to destroy the Divine Sword Villa."
The two of them asked and answered each other, the questions were asked quickly and the answers were urgent.
"Ah," Li Muchan breathed a sigh of relief, "She's brave. It looks like there's one more extraordinary woman in the world."
Murong Qiudi's tone became softer and softer, like the wind, and her words were barely audible: "Thank you for your compliment, sir."
Li Muchan was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Come to me!"
Murong Qiudi stood up slowly, walked in front of Li Muchan, and then knelt on one knee.
When their eyes met, they found that this person was indeed a stunningly beautiful girl, with fair skin and slender eyebrows. She wore a snow-white cloak tightly wrapped over her scarlet dress. Her clear eyes seemed to hold the rain of April in the south of the Yangtze River, filled with a faint sadness.
"Then you should understand that it is very risky for you to meet me now." Li Muchan said.
Murong Qiudi lowered her eyes and said something very unusual: "It is both a risk and an opportunity."
"Okay," Li Muchan grinned with appreciation, "I'll give you a chance, but you have to wait a little longer. It won't be long."
Murong Qiudi's eyes lit up, and he bowed and saluted: "Thank you, sir."
After she said this, she retreated to the stone steps outside the pavilion.
Not long after, Du Lei came again with a boat and took the girl away again.
Li Muchan stared at the blue sky and white clouds outside the pavilion in a daze for a long time, until the bell rang again, he smiled slightly, but then his expression straightened, put his tongue against the upper palate, and took a deep breath. The breath was like a sharp arrow, piercing his throat into his abdomen and reaching the qi sea.
The internal force stored in his dantian seemed to be pushed forward in an instant and began to flow along the trajectory of the "Wushi Magic Art".
Gradually, the sinister power of the "Ghost Secret Book" and the Buddhist power of the "Heavenly Buddha Subduing Demons Palm" were all mobilized.
Li Muchan clasped his hands together, his eyelids trembling, a faint light glowing in the palm of one palm, while the other palm was filled with a sinister and indescribably evil aura. However, all these changes occurred as he rubbed and rubbed his palms together, and the two forces seemed to blend together like water and milk, showing signs of becoming one.
Colorless and formless, shapeless and traceless, lawless and without law.
Outside the solitary pavilion, bursts of bell sounds continued to ring, as if someone wanted to swallow up the heaven and earth and dominate the mountains and rivers.
