Volume 4: Blue Dragon Changes the World Chapter 172: Mysterious Old Man, Peerless Master
There's something weird!!!
Li Muchan stopped, squinted his eyes and looked carefully, then took a few steps forward and finally stopped in front of the stall.
The long street is quiet, the rain is drizzling, and there is only one person.
He didn't say anything, but just peeked into the soup pot with his eyelids lowered. Wow, he saw a huge Liuyang leader floating up from the bottom of the boiling rich soup. Its skin was cooked to pieces, and its flesh was crispy, with its white bones exposed.
Li Muchan raised his sharp eyebrows and grinned, "Interesting. I have seen shady shops and chefs before, but I have never heard of someone like you in the martial arts world."
The old woman's eyes were lively and proud, without any sign of old age. Her eyes rolled around, looking up and down Li Muchan's body, as if she was choosing where to cut him.
Li Muchan's smile widened, and he said gently, "It seems you don't know who I am?"
The old woman sneered: "I don't care who you are, you bastard."
Li Muchan said dimly, "You killed that old eunuch without even asking who I am? How stupid of you."
The old woman said: "No matter who you are, you are doomed to die today."
Li Muchan had been staring at the head rolling in the soup pot, and suddenly burst out laughing: "So he is just pretending. Why does his head smell like pork?"
The old woman's expression changed immediately. She had picked up a black, white-bladed bone-chopping knife in her right hand. The blade was snow-white and shiny, and she slashed towards Li Muchan's neck like lightning.
Li Muchan didn't move, but a sudden breeze blew in the rain, and his clothes fluttered. He was already floating in the air, standing on the sharp knife like a dragonfly. He stood with his hands behind his back and asked casually, "What's your name?"
The old woman was startled by what she saw. Suddenly her body shook, and she heard the sound of tearing cloth. Among the scattered rags, she saw two cold rays of light like snakes flying up from below.
This is a young and beautiful woman.
This person was dressed extremely gorgeously, with a colorful ribbon wrapped around his body, wrapped around his shoulders and arms, like a dancer in a poem or painting. There were two swords tied to the two ends of the ribbon, shining with cold and sharp light and purple rays. As his body changed, the two swords flew back and forth, and suddenly there were many sword shadows, which looked both murderous and beautiful.
The wind and rain did not stop, the two swords broke through the air, and pierced through the rain curtain, only stopping their attack when they were three inches away from Li Muchan's eyebrows.
No, it wasn't stopping. Li Muchan didn't even blink, he just floated back. The three-inch distance seemed like a chasm.
"Your surname couldn't be Gongsun, could it?" he said.
The woman wields two swords to attack from a distance, and uses a ribbon to wrap around the handles to control the swords in the air. Her steps are light and graceful as if she is dancing gracefully, with her wide sleeves flying like a dragon or a tiger leaping, and her momentum is extraordinary.
Especially when she heard Li Muchan reveal her secrets as soon as he opened his mouth, a flash of suspicion suddenly appeared in the woman's bright and charming eyes, but she did not respond. She gave a delicate shout, quickly retracted the ribbon, and immediately took up the two swords. The two swords became more and more fierce, as agile as a swimming dragon, as powerful as thunder, the sword wind whistled, the sword energy was swallowed, and the dazzling sword light almost illuminated the long street.
"stop!"
Li Muchan was about to take action when he heard a light voice floating in the rain.
When the voice came out, the woman was struck by lightning. She quickly withdrew her sword and stepped aside.
Li Muchan looked in the direction of the sound and saw that a door had opened at the end of the long street at some point. Light shone through and a person was sitting inside the door, sideways, dressed in gorgeous clothes. It turned out to be an old man.
But the two sides were at least thirty or forty feet apart. From afar, the silhouettes of people and lights in the rain were almost blurred. But the sound was able to condense and float without dispersing, and was clearly transmitted to the ears of the two. What kind of skill was this?
The old man said gently again: "I have to say, you are very lucky. Haven't you always wanted to see what kind of person the leader of the World Alliance is? How come you don't recognize him in person? Aren't you making a big fool of yourself?"
The woman looked surprised and looked at Li Muchan again.
"Are you the person behind Bai Yujing?"
Seeing that he was exposed, Li Muchan simply stopped hiding. He walked steadily, with wind and rain blowing in his face. The muscles and bones on his face actually began to move. After a while, his appearance returned to its original state, and he raised his hand to remove the small moles.
"Is this the Wuxiang Divine Art? Haha , it's really rare to see it in a century, it's quite good." The old man turned his head and looked at him. He was wearing a clay Buddha mask, with only his eyes showing, so it was difficult to see his true appearance. "I'm not only the person behind him, I'm also the person behind Gongzi Yu, and the person behind the Qinglong Society."
Li Muchan laughed: "But now it is Gongzi Yu who commands the Qinglong Society."
The old man sat casually and lazily, tapping his knees lightly, and said disapprovingly: "People always get tired sometimes. I just took a break, but he thought he really became the master."
After a brief pause, the man sighed again, "This man's life is more like a dream, and now he is about to wake up from his dream."
Li Muchan came closer and closer.
The old man said, "Kneel down."
Of course, this sentence was not directed at Li Muchan, but at the woman.
The old man continued: "Kowtowing to Alliance Leader Li!"
This person was just sitting there simply, but his tone of voice was condescending, as if no one could disobey him, and it was filled with a suffocating cruelty.
The woman's face was pale. She knelt down in front of Li Muchan, knelt in the rain, and then banged her snow-white forehead against the stone slab.
Li Muchan's feet suddenly felt like they were bound by iron chains. He stopped and said expressionlessly, "Why don't you kill her?"
He was by no means sympathizing with this person.
He just couldn't stand one person treating another person so badly, especially hearing it in such a condescending tone.
Li Muchan can kill without blinking an eye, but he respects every life, no matter good or bad. He feels that he can still give the other party enough dignity. One should die with dignity, and one should live with dignity.
The old man said calmly: "She is begging for your forgiveness. This is the price for offending you."
Li Muchan's face darkened, his eyes looked even more sinister and frightening, as if ghost fire was rising in his eyes and black air was spreading from the corners of his eyes. He really didn't like this kind of tone of pointing fingers and thinking that he was the master of everything.
"If you still have the nerve to fight, you should draw your sword and stab him."
The woman just kept on bowing her head and didn't dare to make any other moves.
Such a master had suddenly fallen to this level, as humble as an ant.
Li Muchan remained silent, and the old man waited in silence. Only the sound of the woman's continuous kowtowing could be heard.
The ground was soon covered in blood.
Li Muchan sighed, "Get up, I forgive you."
At this time, the woman stopped.
The old man smiled and spoke again: "After thinking it over again and again, I decided to meet with you before taking any action."
The coldness on Li Muchan's face and the evil in his eyes disappeared in an instant. He just stood quietly in the rain, with disheveled hair, looking at the other party calmly, waiting for what to come next.
The old man pondered for a while and said, "You are a talent, a genius. It would be a pity to kill you. Instead of struggling in the martial arts world, why don't you try your luck in the government... I heard that you were interested in taking the imperial examinations back then. Why not give it another try now?"
Li Muchan asked: "Try what?"
The old man sat on a rattan chair and said, "Haha, you must understand what I mean. Gongzi Yu doesn't know when to advance or retreat, and he is too ambitious. Although Bai Yujing is outstanding, he is still inferior to the outstanding people of your time. As for Shangguan Xiaoxian, with Shangguan Jinhong in front of her, she is destined not to be of use to me. Therefore, I am most optimistic about you."
The rain seemed to get heavier. Li Muchan asked softly, "Are you done?"
The old man smiled slightly, and then Li Muchan encountered a strange thing he had never seen before.
This person is actually pouring wine.
He held the cup in his left hand and the pot in his right hand. The amber old wine immediately poured out from the spout of the pot, tilting like an arrow and falling into the cup.
Li Muchan's pupils seemed to shrink gradually at this moment, because the wine glass was not big, but the old man had already drunk two breaths, then three breaths, four breaths, five breaths... and finally ten breaths.
The glass wasn't even full yet, the wine hadn't overflowed.
Instead of overflowing, the man lightly tapped the wine jug with his index finger, and the poured wine actually rushed into the rain. This was because the wine glass had been sent away by the other party, and it flew horizontally in front of Li Muchan and spun rapidly without falling, which was even more miraculous.
The two were about ten steps apart.
The wine condensed into a line, drew a crescent-like trajectory in the air, and fell into the cup squarely; but as soon as the wine entered the glass, it was immediately swept out by a swirling force, flowing back upstream and returning to the spout of the pot.
Between wind and rain, the wine was poured over and over again, as if it would never be full and would never be emptied. The wine cup was impacted by the wine and remained suspended in the air like a top, as if it was being constantly moved by an invisible hand.
Li Muchan wanted to attack, but the man's aura was as solid and round as the wine, without any flaws. Although he seemed to be sitting, he had actually assumed the most terrifying enemy-facing posture in the world.
If he fails to succeed in one move, he will face a fatal counterattack and die on the spot.
Seeing that the opponent's momentum was rising steadily, Li Muchan finally took action. He stretched out his index finger and middle finger, pressing and twisting them, and held them horizontally like a sword, pointing them out slowly as if under tremendous pressure.
The old man's expression finally changed. Although his face could not be seen, his pupils could be seen dancing behind his mask.
“Nice sword!”
