After listening to Xiao Yang’s words, Li Cunxue opened his brows and opened his cheeks with joy, and then persuaded everyone to do a few cups of words: "Xiao Wang invites all the great sages to come today, one is to do the friendship of the landlord, and the other is to invite you all. Help Xiaowang to fight against the Liao people together. As for the restoration of the Tang Dynasty, it will be long in Japan and we will discuss it later. However, the fact that the anti-Liao Dynasty is related to the restoration of the Datang is a big one."
After a pause, Li Cunxu continued: "Xiao Wang heard that the Lord of the Liao is sure to win this time. He invited the "Poison Dragon" Ximen Nine Thousand and the "Blood Demon" Feng Beilin, who had not appeared for more than 20 years, to come to Shanxi. The martial arts were pinched in the palm of their hands. They let out the words, if the Shanxi martial arts did not listen to the orders of the Daliao, they would ban one of them, but this is not a false statement. My Shanxi martial arts has withered in recent years, and the momentum is gradually declining. Unworthy of a great talent. Ximen Jiuqian and Feng Beilin, two wicked masters of martial arts with outstanding martial arts, join hands. Wherever they go, who can resist? The position of the leader is not for the Liao people. Not to the Liao people. Fortunately, all the heroes and heroes who are serving the country and the people came to help each other not far away. This gave Shanxi Wulin hope. If not, Shanxi Wulin will not escape this disaster, and even the whole The Central Plains is bound to fall into a precarious situation. Xiao Wang, on behalf of Shanxi Wulin, thank you everyone!"
After speaking, he got up and bowed deeply, picked up the wine glass, and drank again. The overlord prince in command of the party is actually so humble! Li Cunxu had this mindset, and everyone was moved by it.
Xiao Ying was lying in the hiding place, and she couldn't help feeling sorry for Li Cunxu's words. I thought to myself that this person may achieve great deeds in the future, but he will accomplish everything in one go. I'm afraid that it won't be long before a greater bloodshed will eventually be inevitable. Can't help sighing: "Should we have been fighting for thousands of years? It was a river of blood and bones when the war started, but there is no war, how can there be peace and tranquility?"
Everyone was discussing a plan to fight the enemy the next day, and suddenly a royal guard came in to report that someone at the door had something urgent and wanted to report to Qunhao.
Li Cunxu nodded his head, and the guard walked out quickly and brought in a middle-aged man with a bloody face. Everyone was stunned. The middle-aged man suddenly knelt to the ground and cried loudly. While crying, he said to Master Huaiyuan: "Leader... Dear masters, you... You have to be the masters... Thirty-five people, all were killed..."
Hearing this, everyone present was shocked, raised their eyebrows, grief and anger burst in their eyes, and eagerly said: What did you do, what school did you teach
The middle-aged man was sorrowful and sorrowful, and briefly recounted the ins and outs of the matter.
It turned out that this man was named Li Pin, a disciple of Shandong Longmen. Today, after breaking up with Qunhao at Xia Ke Shan Zhuang, a total of 36 people from Shimen ate on the way back to the inn.
Everyone was about to go back to the inn after eating. Li Pin suddenly had a stomachache and was in a hurry to go to the latrine.
But when Li Pin returned to the downstairs of the inn and looked up into the window of the big house where the Shimen crowd lived, he saw a terrifying scene, and was shocked:
Under the candlelight, the figures printed on the panes are very clear. When he first saw it, the head of the room was shaking, and it seemed that the seniors gathered together and laughed. But when I looked at it the second time, everyone lost their heads, but their bodies didn't fall down for a while, and a pillar of blood shot up from their necks, sprayed out the window, splashed down, and dyed his face red.
After a long while, he calmed down a bit, boldly, shaking his feet and hands and went upstairs to check, only to see the blood in the room, the master and the other brothers had different body and head. They were all ordinary ways of death. Cut off by everyone. What's more strange is that the part of the broken neck seems to be measured with a ruler in advance, and it is not too bad. Thirty-five people are all broken with cheeks.
Turning around, I saw sixteen Dou Da blood words written on the wall: "First punish the Dragon Gate, then destroy the factions. If you want to survive, leave Taiyuan quickly!"
Huaiyuan and others gritted their teeth and grimaced. Now bid farewell to the palace, and followed Li Pin to the inn to check. Xiao Yingzi followed in secret.
Tiger Yitong glanced at the blood writing on the wall and cursed: "'First punish the dragon's gate, then destroy the factions', crazy tone!" He raised his palm and gave a "puff", and the internal strength was everywhere, it seemed like A large shovel, a groove appeared on the wall, scraping the word of blood without a trace.
Everyone saw the corpses of the Longmen faction on the spot, it was terrible, and they were all sad. Hu Yitong cut out this palm and everyone was in awe, but in the midst of grief, no one applauded.
Huaiyuan carefully inspected the wounds on the deceased's body, the more he looked, the paler his face, he couldn't help taking a breath, and said miserably: "I didn't expect to retreat for more than 20 years, this'Blood Demon Art' was so purely practiced by him!" Under his expression, he couldn't hide his horrified eyes.
What he said was abrupt, and everyone looked at each other, and their hearts were full of doubts.
Chu Tianhe said, "What does the master say?"
Huaiyuan stood on the ground in a daze, without answering for a while.
After taking a look at Chu Tianhe, his face was expressionless, and he said, "The master has said so clearly, doesn't Chu Daxia know the'Blood Demon Art'?"
Chu Tianhe said: "The'Blood Demon Art' poisoned the rivers and lakes 20 years ago. Everyone who walks the rivers and lakes must have heard of it. It's just... You said these people were killed by Feng Beilin?"
Huaiyuan said: "Yes, the thirty-five lives in the Longmen must be the poisonous hand of Feng Beilin. Besides, Lao Na can't think of anyone else in this world who can practice the'Blood Devil's Divine Art' to such a level of purity. Realm!"
Everyone didn't understand the root cause of Huaiyuan's assertion, and the crowd was watching him.
Huaiyuan said, "Look, the fractures on the necks of these corpses are neat and uniform, exactly the same, and they are the same. If it weren't for a super master with 60 or 70 years of skill, it would be impossible to do this."
Xiao Yang wondered: "Does this'Blood Demon Art' specifically cut people's necks?"
Huaiyuan said, "What Xiao Daxia said is not bad. The'Blood Demon Art' is fierce and domineering, unparalleled in the world. A master like Feng Beilin can take the heads of thousands of people in an instant. Just like the dead brothers of the Dragon Gate, The head was cut off in a single stroke, which is inevitable."
Tiger One Channel: "The evil sect of'Blood Demon Art' is overbearing, and it is widely spread in the arena. Before Hu, he heard people say that it was only spread by word of mouth. It would be an exaggeration of this magical skill, it turned out to be true. "
Huai Yuan said: "The'Blood Demon Art' was originally the best martial arts in the world. Because it is too killing, it has always been regarded as an evil technique by the decent martial arts people, but the evil faction people are eager to it. There are two schools of good and evil. For hundreds of years, for this martial arts struggle, the bloodshed has been endless. I don't know how many heroes and heroes have thrown their heads and blood for them. Naturally, the evil faction has also suffered a lot of deaths. All martial arts practitioners were killed by decent heroes. Even the secrets of "Blood Demon Art" were snatched and burned to extinction. In the world, righteous people all clapped their hands and cheered. People and books are all extinct. However, the story about the "Blood Demon Art" has been passed down in the world. Therefore, according to the old legend, there have been many rumors about the "Blood Demon Art". Gradually, it has become like that Xia Ying Sword and has been passed down by countless martial artists. Decades ago, Feng Beilin did not know where to obtain the secret of "Blood Demon Art". After practicing, he transformed from a nameless man in the rivers and lakes and became an invincible demon. Thousands of people with lofty ideals died under the "Blood Demon Art", and the bloodshed tragedy repeated itself again."
After a pause, Huaiyuan said, "Fortunately, at that time, the decent martial arts school was in full swing, and martial arts talents and masters of the world were emerging in an endless stream. Like Chunyang real man Lu Dongbin and Lao Na’s senior brother, the sacred monk, they were one of the top masters of the decent school at that time."
Speaking of this, Huaiyuan looked leisurely, his thoughts returned to the past, and continued: "Once, Feng Beilin invited the evil sect master Ximen Jiuqian to challenge both Lu Zhenren and Lao Na’s senior brothers. Lu Zhenren used his fame and skill'Pure Yang Zhi' ', the senior brother used the'Jing Gang Zhi' to defeat Feng Beilin and Ximen Jiuqian's spirit in one fell swoop. The two were unwilling to heart, repeated defeats and battles, but also repeated defeats. Under annoyance, they gave birth to evil thoughts. , The plan was broken down, and he had to kill Zhenren Lu and his brother. Helplessly, Master Lu's whereabouts were elusive and unable to find it, so he found Lao Na's brother who was pregnant and uttered wild words, claiming to pick up the thousand-year-old temple Shaolin Temple. Lao Na, his senior brothers, and thousands of monks in Shaolin Temple struggled against them for three days and three nights without food and sleep. It was really a tough battle that Lao Na had experienced in his life. The two sides fought very dimly.
Huaiyuan retracted his thoughts, looked at everyone, and then said: "This matter is still fresh when I think about it, as if it happened just yesterday. At that time, Lao Na's martial arts was far better than his brother's conceit, otherwise the Shaolin Temple would have thousands of them. There is no need to fight for so long. Of course, compared with the martial arts of the seniors now, it is also a lot worse. Alas, the old monk has been eating rice for decades, and martial arts has not benefited at all. Now it seems that it is still far from Feng Beilin's opponent was ashamed."
After Huaiyuan looked out the window, everyone couldn't help but follow his gaze, seeing the streets and alleys outside, the lights were shining, and there was a peaceful and happy scene.
Huaiyuan's eyes were at a loss, and the bustling scene in Taiyuan didn't seem to be in his eyes, and he went on to say about the past: "Feng Beilin and Ximen Jiuqian also brought a lot of people at the time. They saw that their own personnel suffered heavy casualties, so they continued to fight. There was no chance of victory, so he went back down and forbeared his homeland, and practiced martial arts hard. Alas, Lao Na knew that they would be hard to give up, and they would come back one day. I didn’t expect them to come so soon. The "Blood Demon Divine Art" and the "Poison Dragon Divine Art" can only be used for a brief period of time. Today's evil skills have been achieved. The two of Lu Zhenren and the brothers have been extinct in the past 20 years. Since then, I am afraid that there will be no more. People are their opponents, and the martial arts decent will be defeated. This time the fight against Liao, you can only do your best and obey the fate!" He shook his head and sighed after he finished speaking.