Volume 4: Blue Dragon Changes the World Chapter 164: Bloodbath of the Tang Sect, Blaming Money
Green mountains, green valleys, small bridges and flowing water.
It was clearly a beautiful scene, but the screams and cries all around stained this beauty with a layer of blood.
There was someone on the bridge, just one person.
The third leader stood on the bridge, overlooking the scenery inside the Tang Sect, playing with a copper coin in one hand and holding a folding fan in the other. The four facial expressions of sadness, joy, happiness and joy were painted on the snow-white fan.
The golden mask was no longer on his face, or rather he had taken it off before the attack. Instead, there was a white mask with eyes curved in laughter, eyes drooping, mouth corners tilted up.
The coin in his hand has been thrown several times.
The moonlight was bright overhead. As the third leader watched the mottled copper coin flipping in the air and then landing in his palm, his eyes flickered and he whispered, "It's still a Qian Gua."
He had already thrown the dice several times and divined several hexagrams, as if he was determined to get the hexagram he wanted. Even though he knew that such things were nothing but illusions, his mind was determined to make him want what he wanted.
"Well, Shang Jiu, the arrogant dragon will regret."
Qian represents heaven, strong and upright.
The Yijing hexagram says: "Qian hexagram, Yuanhenglizhen". This hexagram implies the trend of reaching the pinnacle, but unfortunately the changing line falls on the upper nine. As the saying goes: "The arrogant dragon will regret, and the fullness cannot last long", it means that too much is as bad as too little. Reaching the pinnacle also means the beginning of decline. We should know the advance and retreat, survival and death, so as not to regret.
The third leader laughed softly, his laughter was full of sarcasm, but he said, "Good news!"
Who wants to retreat? He just wants to advance, and he only wants to advance. A dragon flying in the sky, why should he be afraid of regrets?
As long as he could fly high into the sky, he didn't care whether he would fall to pieces or not.
The midnight killings continued.
At his feet, there were many corpses lying in all directions.
"Die!"
Suddenly, a sharp whistle was heard, and a young man from the Tang Sect with red eyes rushed onto the bridge.
This man attacked extremely quickly, fiercely and quickly. The hidden weapons hit the three alliance leaders like a meteor rain, densely packed and overwhelming, it was an angry attack.
The third alliance leader glanced at each other softly, and suddenly shook the fan in his hand. The fan turned horizontally, and after only two turns and two flips, all the hidden weapons fell on the bridge with clanking sounds.
Without waiting for the man to prepare a killing move, the third alliance leader flicked his sleeves and raised a fan. Suddenly, a mask flew out from the fan like a ghost and landed on the man's face.
The young man's eyes suddenly opened wide, and the moment the mask was covered, his body was still standing in the same place, but his head had already flown out and rolled to the ground.
The headless body trembled slightly, and blood gushed out from the broken neck like a roar.
The third leader waved his fan again, and bloody wind and rain immediately rolled out, covering an old tree under the moon.
“Puff, puff, puff…”
The two Tang Clan disciples hiding in the dark were immediately pierced with holes by the blood and died on the spot.
Not only humans, but any living thing in his eyes, whether it was a human, a cat, a dog, or a bird, no one would survive.
Some things should either not be done, or if they must be done, they must be done thoroughly and without any casualties.
Although Li Muchan is cunning and scheming, he still has a bottom line, he still values morality, and he still desires a better life. Perhaps he can destroy the Tang Clan, but he will definitely not kill them all completely, so the three alliance leaders decided to do it themselves.
If existence like the Tang Clan is not completely killed, they will be in big trouble sooner or later. They are experts in using poison and hidden weapons. If they are left alive, you never know when they will be poisoned to death or stabbed to death by hidden weapons. They must be completely eradicated.
Li Muchan is cruel, but he can be even crueler, more ruthless, and more sober than Li Muchan.
Both of them seem to be seeking fame, but they are essentially somewhat different.
Li Muchan suffered many setbacks, experienced all kinds of suffering, and was depressed and frustrated, but in the end he had nothing at the beginning.
But he went from having it to having nothing, and then lost it and found it again.
He has seen through too many people's faces, experienced all kinds of things in the world, and been heartbroken by this world, so naturally he can be ruthless.
The difference is that, in the past, most of what he had achieved was achieved by his father with the help of Li Xunhuan's reputation. But now, he wants to accomplish things by himself, fight for everything by himself, and use his strength to tell the world that he doesn't need to rely on anyone's reputation, he can still call the shots on his own.
And he is Long Xiaoyun.
In fact, it is not only for myself, but also for the person who has been buried deep in the ground for many years.
His father, Long Xiaoyun.
This man betrayed his sworn brother, took away his brother's love, and occupied his brother's family property. From birth to death, he always lived under the shadow of Li Xunhuan, pitiful and humble. In the end, he found his conscience and died for Li Xunhuan. How ridiculous.
It's ridiculous to live, and it's ridiculous to die.
But no matter how much he looked down on this man, he was still Long Xiaoyun's son.
Long Xiaoyun could be said to have felt sorry for anyone, but he had never felt sorry for him. He doted on him and granted his every request.
So, as a son, shouldn't you erase this shame for your father?
This thought has been lingering in his mind almost every day and night, every moment for more than 20 years. It has now been deeply rooted in his bones and turned into an obsession.
He could still control himself when Lin Shiyin was around, but now that Lin Shiyin was gone, he couldn't sleep or eat.
So he had to join the fight, even if he couldn't get out of it unscathed.
"Who are you guys from?"
Suddenly, an old man came out with a nine-ring broadsword in his hand.
When this man came out, he was followed by a group of elderly, weak, women and children.
But without exception, just like the "Excalibur Villa" back then, these people either held swords or hidden weapons in their hands. Children aged four or five all held daggers tightly, with hatred and murderous intent in their eyes.
In addition to the people from the Tang family, there are also some people from outside the family who have married into the Tang family. They are all descendants of other forces. Now they are facing a powerful enemy and are ready to fight to the death.
"You bastard, if there is one person from my Tang family alive today, I will fight you to the death until the end of time."
A boy of eight or nine years old said viciously.
Long Xiaoyun nodded and smiled very seriously: "I believe you."
He turned around and said to the assassins coming behind him: "Kill them all."
Four killers have already taken action, while the remaining two are hiding in the dark, responsible for hunting down the lone Tang Clan disciples and chasing down those who try to escape.
This "Tang Family Fort" is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It is surrounded by mountains on all sides and has only one entrance and exit. Once the enemy invades, it will be extremely difficult to escape without a secret passage.
More bloody killings began .
Since these people's surname is Tang, they will definitely use hidden weapons.
Just as Long Xiaoyun turned around, at least a dozen or twenty people had already taken out hidden weapons, and the rest were in the process of taking out hidden weapons.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…
The sound of breaking air, flying and explosion.
In a split second, it was as if several exotic flames bloomed between the two sides, brilliant and dazzling, and illuminating the terrifying hidden weapon.
Flying needles, darts, flying knives, flying guns, hidden blades, caltrops... and even two firearms.
The firelight and the cold light intertwined and shot towards Long Xiaoyun in a flash.
But what made people despair was that two Lama monks among the four killers took off their monk robes in an instant, spread them out in the wind, and turned them around. With the power infused in them, they were like gold and iron, and they caught all the hidden weapons.
The remaining two women took advantage of the four men's attempt to intercept the hidden weapons and squeezed in, one on the left and one on the right, and pounced into the group of the elderly, the weak, women and children.
“Kill!”
"kill!"
"I, the Tang Sect disciples, will never live in disgrace."
…
Hearing the shouts and cries of killing behind him, Long Xiaoyun suddenly paused and looked at his feet. A head rolled over. It was the young man who had just vowed to take revenge.
He sighed: "Poor!"
After going through so much, he no longer looks at things in terms of right or wrong.
This is how the world is. The moment you jump in, everything is determined.
If we really have to say who is wrong, it is this chaotic world that is wrong.
After sighing, he looked forward again and saw seven figures walking out of the shadows.
It turned out to be a master of Qinglong Society.
"The altar master?"
Long Xiaoyun walked up to him with a smile, and threw a yellow coin from between his fingers into the pool of blood.
…
After a long time, flames shot up from Tangjiabao, dyeing half of the sky red, and the mountains were burned.
The fire burned for a whole day and two nights.
The fire was not extinguished until the evening of the next day.
"Who did it?"
Tang Da and Tang Si, who participated in the ambush and murder of Li Muchan, rushed back. Looking at the scorched earth and the corpses in the ashes before them, they were all in agony and filled with grief and anger, and their eyes seemed to be bleeding.
There were still many Tang Clan disciples who had gone out and survived the disaster, but at this moment they all collapsed to their knees, crying loudly.
In just half a day, an incredible piece of news spread throughout the world.
The Tang clan in Shu was tragically wiped out, all 247 lives were lost, and hundreds of years of foundation were burned to ashes in a fire.
Tang Da was looking at the coin he found from the burnt ashes. He was stunned at first, and then flames seemed to be spewing from his eyes. His eyes were red and his expression was ferocious.
"Shangguan Xiaoxian, my Tang family will fight you to the death!!!"
