Volume 4: Blue Dragon Changes the World Chapter 158: Qian Kun pointed his finger, the hijacking has arrived
"No problem, just remember to prepare some silver."
The six people were straightforward. They left a few words, showed up only once, turned around and disappeared into the market again, leaving in a clean and tidy manner.
Li Muchan looked at the distinctly clear and turbid water in the river and muttered in a low voice: "Rakshasa Religion? Interesting."
Just like the various sects and schools in the Central Plains martial arts world, in addition to the supreme and powerful Demon Sect, there are also many sects and forces distributed in all directions in the West, which swallow up each other.
There are also many ambitious people who want to take advantage of the situation to rise.
The current disintegration of the Demon Cult not only gave the Central Plains martial arts a great opportunity, but the West was no exception. It seemed that the forces in the West were now fighting to divide up the remaining foundation of the Demon Cult.
These six people belong to another group outside the Demon Cult.
If a person wants to achieve great things, he must of course be fully prepared and leave several fallback options.
This route was the last resort he came up with after his goods were shipped to the north, south, and the Western Regions.
What if the Demon Cult had turned against him? Of course he had to be prepared so that he could respond at any time.
Fortunately, my luck was not too bad and I had not yet fallen to the point of fleeing to the Western Regions.
And Sanjiangkou is the stronghold responsible for transmitting messages.
This place has a special location. You can advance or retreat. You can advance along the waterway directly into the Central Plains, or retreat thousands of miles away, either to Dali , or directly to Tibet, or hide in the Ten Thousand Mountains. The sky is high and the land is vast, and there is infinite vitality.
The difference is that this force used to take lives for money, but now it has established a religion.
There is no doubt that they have divided up a lot of the Demon Cult's resources and started to grow stronger.
"pity."
If it weren't for the Qinglong Society, he really wanted to get involved with the forces in the Western Regions. With the thousands of elite members of the Demon Sect and Tieyan and the other two, plus the hidden weapons of the "Peacock Villa", all the sects would be useless.
Thinking of this, Li Muchan collected his thoughts, turned around, took a step, leaped up, and flew over a low hill as light as a swallow.
Seeing that he could have a clear view of the river scenery from this place, he chose a relatively flat place to sit down.
There is no one in charge here. The government cannot control it, and the underworld cannot control it. No one can control it.
He wanted to see what kind of domineering person would come, so he had to wait for the other party to come over.
As for the Central Plains martial arts world, judging by the time, Young Master Yu will probably make a big move soon. Now all forces have been severely damaged by the battle of Taihu Lake. The longer they delay, the smaller the chance of winning will be, so he will never hesitate.
Li Muchan adjusted his breathing, inhaled and exhaled, thought for a while, and suddenly took out two things hidden close to his body from his collar.
It was the same inheritance left to him by the Flying Swordsman, and it was also Qiu Xiaolou’s swordsmanship.
A sword and a knife.
The sword technique is nameless, but the knife technique is famous.
The sword techniques are written on paper, and the knife techniques are written on cloth, which is called "Ishiki Divine Sword".
"If you want to learn this move, you must first reach the state of 'being one with the sword'. In this way, you can achieve the state of 'being controlled by the sword'. Feel the devilish nature of the sword, understand the fierce nature of the sword, and endow the sword with violent nature. Use the sword to control people. The sword is the soul of the person, and the person is the hands and feet of the sword. The sword is the person, and the person is the sword..."
"Controlling people with a sword?"
Li Muchan only took a glance and realized that this was called a sword technique, but it was more like a martial arts concept that seemed to have not yet been perfected. Moreover, this move pursued a spiritual realm of having no thoughts or ideas, and only a sword. It was the ultimate and the ultimate. When the sword was slashed out, there was no advance or retreat, only life and death.
He raised his hand without any reluctance, and the cloth turned into crumbs between his fingers.
His eyes turned and Li Muchan looked at the sword manual left by the flying swordsman.
I think it's been a while, the pages are yellowed and old , but when I opened it, his expression first looked a little confused, then weird, and finally silent.
It’s not that the sword techniques recorded in it are amazing, but they are ordinary, too ordinary.
With these moves, not to mention him, even a seven or eight-year-old kid on the street can perform them in a similar way.
I flipped through the book in one breath, and found that there were only a dozen pages, with a total of thirteen sword moves, and each page was accompanied by a strange poem.
“Is there a hidden secret?”
Thinking of this, Li Muchan couldn't help but feel a headache. Why do the masters of the martial arts world like to play this trick?
These thirteen sword moves have neither similarities nor connections. They are also incoherent and difficult to connect with each other, so that neither move nor form forms a whole. It is a complete mess.
The more Li Muchan looked, the more he frowned, and the more confused he became.
It took most of the day just to sit there.
The wind was blowing across the sky and the river was surging. Li Muchan sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, comprehending the sword manual while paying attention to the changes in the river.
Before I knew it, the sun had set in the sky, and the setting sun was as fiery as fire.
The river water was half clear and half turbid, and reflected by the afterglow, one half was thick like blood paste, and the other half was deep as ink, which was extremely magical.
Li Muchan's eyes trembled slightly, his eyelids drooped, and he looked at the sword manual again as if possessed by a ghost.
He looked at the small drawings on the sword manual that were pointing east and west, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He reached out and folded the page in the middle, and the portrait was suddenly only half left. He then folded the other page in reverse, and the portrait was half again.
When put together, they connect perfectly.
Moreover, with this fold, the poem on the paper also changed.
The poem on the first page reads "Qian Kun wanders alone, leaning on the sword", and the second line reads "One finger leads to the Xuan Pin Gate". After he folded it, only the two words "Qian Kun" remained in the former, and only the two words "one finger" remained in the latter.
Li Muchan's hand slowly fell down. He was silent for a long while, and after a long time he recited the four words together.
"One finger of heaven and earth."
He knew that the inheritance left by the Flying Swordsman was not ordinary, but he didn't expect it to be so extraordinary.
A finger controls the universe.
This was the father of the "famous hero" Shen Lang, the "King of Jiuzhou" Shen Tianjun, who dominated the martial arts world and defeated Yunmeng Fairy and many other top martial arts masters.
"So it's swordsmanship ."
Li Muchan took a deep breath, frowned, and had a complicated expression.
The flying swordsman is really generous, actually willing to take out such a thing.
He also understood what the other party meant.
I thought of this when I first received this item, but I never expected it to be so amazing.
Without much hesitation, Li Muchan quickly memorized all the secrets in his heart, and with a rub of his hands, the sword manual immediately turned into dust.
As the hours passed, the dusk deepened and the sky darkened.
Suddenly, a strong murderous intent came with the evening wind, scaring the mountain birds on both sides of the river away.
Here it comes.
Li Muchan turned his head suddenly.
But on a low hill on the other side of the river, with the last ray of sunlight, four tall and thin figures like ghosts could be vaguely seen, standing on the top of the hill like javelins.
"Not from the Qinglong Society? Could it be that the big fish's men? They came really fast."
Li Muchan confirmed the other party's identity almost instantly. He pressed his hat, stood up, with the cold wind filling his clothes, and looked across the river.
The murderous intent was even stronger in the evening breeze, frightening many people so much that they shrank their heads and remained silent.
The four men's figures were as elusive as ghosts, with eerie aura all around them. With a step, they fell from the top of the mountain like meteors. Before they hit the ground, their wide green robes suddenly rose up in the wind and transformed into four green shadows, passing over the grass and trees, over the hills and ridges, and rushing straight towards the river. They came so fast and so quickly that they had reached the center of the river in the blink of an eye.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a fast movement."
Seeing that the four people were about to cross the river, Li Muchan slowly brushed off the dust on his body, took off his hat and shook it with his hand. The hat in his hand instantly turned into a fast shadow and flew down from the top of the mountain.
The four men were like arrows shot from a bow, moving as fast as lightning, their eyes like cold lightning.
Just as I crossed the river, I saw a shadow falling in front of me.
The hat was made of nothing more than woven bamboo strips. When Li Muchan threw it to the ground, it exploded like thunder and fire.
The four of them had no expression on their faces, just staring at Li Muchan as if they were possessed by ghosts.
These four men all had a gloomy and pale complexion, clean faces and no beards. One was fat, one was thin, and the other two were slightly strong.
"Four more eunuchs."
Li Muchan drooped his eyelids, smiled contemptuously from a superior position, waved at the other party with his right hand, then turned and walked into the night.
It was not long after the four people arrived.
Suddenly, a series of crisp tinkling sounds were heard in the night wind, coming from far away, light and ethereal, accompanied by gusts of fragrance.
The people who came were not just one person, but a group of six.
"Chase!"
