"Ah, who is it? Is she the only one who can command Huangshan? What about the other descendants of the Suzaku Evil Spirit?"
Mo Ran did not answer him directly, but said: "A thousand years ago, the one who subdued the evil spirit of the Vermillion Bird was called Song Qiao, and the word star moved."
Xue Meng was shocked and rushed out: "Zun of Huabi, Song Xingyi?!"
"Um."
"He, he is the last sphenoid beauty seat in the history of self-cultivation who can become a grandmaster!"
Mo Ran's face was expressionless and said: "Yes, so the last person who can open the door of Huangshan has died in the fire of the Confucianism. It is Song Qiutong."
Xue Meng's mouth opened involuntarily, and he was about to say something when there was a commotion in the distance, and a large group of blue-clothed monks from Bitanzhuang suddenly surrounded the enchantment at the foot of Huangshan Mountain.
"Master Li Zhuang!"
"Master!"
Chu nightning's complexion changed slightly, his eyebrows were blazing, and he walked over there. He pushed aside the crowd and saw Li Wuxin being supported by his disciples, his face was like white paper, he vomited blood, and the stench of blood was sticking to his gray beard. , his lips were blue and white, his eyes were turned up, he was unconscious, and he was trembling: "It's the first... it's the first..."
Due to Li Wuxin's withdrawal of power, the enchantment backlash suffered by the remaining heads was even stronger. Huang Xiaoyue was temporarily acting as the head of Jiangdong Hall, and his mana was a bit lower than the other heads, so he couldn't stand it anymore. , even turning his head is difficult.
It was Jiang Xi. Although his face was pale, he still had the energy to look at Li Wuxin, and said, "He has fallen into the Phoenix Nightmare."
The enchantment of Huangshan Mountain is attached to the curse of the phoenix. Once someone wants to tear open the crack and try to climb the mountain, it is very easy to be swallowed by this nightmare.
This is similar to Jin Chengchi's Ping Xin Liu's fantasy, but the phoenix nightmare can be hard to get rid of, and those who are recruited often never wake up again.
Seeing this, a group of disciples in Bitan Village knelt on the ground, and what was more, they burst into tears: "Zhuang Zhuang! Wake up, Zhuang Zhuang--"
Li Wuxin laughed for a while in the dream, babbled for a while, suddenly broke free from the disciple Zhen Congming who was holding him, lay on the ground and danced, laughing: "I got the first! It is the first! It is the first!"
Among the disciples of other sects around behind, someone whispered, "What is number one?"
Li Wuxin would definitely not answer them. He was immersed in the joy of the nightmare. He opened his mouth, revealing two rows of teeth that were sticky with blood and saliva. He smiled extremely intoxicated. The old face froze, showing anger.
"No - you can't do this! You can't do this! You promised to give me back the secret volume of swordsmanship in Bitan Village! How can you break your promise!"
After a while, it turned into a mourning face.
This is really chilling. Li Wuxin has always been a face-saving old Taoist priest, and he is also the owner of a village. He has never had such a face in front of others—
Not like a head, not like a Taoist priest.
Not even a man.
He was drooling, grief twisted in the folds, as if trying to squeeze his own dignity into the wrinkles all over his face, he was begging: "Eight billion gold is really too much, that swordsmanship secret volume originally It belonged to Bitanzhuang, and it belonged to my great master. At that time, the sect was lonely, and there was no money left, so it was sold to you because there was no way to do it... Sect Master... I beg you, a little less..."
Everyone around listened and looked at each other.
Eight billion gold
Swordsmanship
Then someone suddenly remembered that the former head of Bitan Village, because of his strong temperament and outspokenness, attracted the attention of many sects in the cultivation world. The whole villa of Bitanzhuang was in decline, and even the remaining money to subsidize the disciples could not be allocated for three consecutive years. Later, for some unknown reason, he suddenly became rich again. The water-breaking swordsmanship was so lonely, and later disciples couldn't use the essence of it.
For this reason, there are always people in the rivers and lakes who ridicule Li Wuxin, saying that it was because of his poor teaching that Bitan Village, the former sword saint's village, became the end of the world of higher cultivation.
But now, everyone is shocked to realize that things may not be as simple as they thought before. Could it be that the great disaster in Bitanzhuang that year was only possible by selling the swordsmanship
Such a profiteer who took advantage of the fire, some people immediately thought of Gu Yueye, and many eyes quietly swept across Jiang Xi's face.
"Could it be Lonely Moon Night..."
"Maybe it's the master of Jiang Sect..."
Li Wuxin was still struggling on the ground, rolling in pain, and Zhen Congming couldn't hold him. He cried and shouted for a while, and then he just got up and kowtowed all around, blood and snot flowing down together.
"Give it back to me, I've spent most of my life raising it, and the total is 5.1 billion gold." Li Wuxin wailed, "It's only 5.1 billion gold... I really tried my best for what you asked for, there really isn't that much. Qian Liang, I can't kill, rob, or do bad things to get money, right?! Your gang is making thousands of dollars every day, but Bitan Village really doesn't have that much money... I beg you..."
Hearing "Your faction earns 10,000 gold every day", those who didn't look at Jiang Xi before began to glance at Jiang Xi. The Xuanyuan Pavilion under Jiang Xi is the largest black market in the realm of self-cultivation. If not him, who else could it be
The young disciple of Bitanzhuang was angry, his eyes were red, and he shouted at Jiang Xi: "Head Jiang! It turns out that the three most important volumes of my Bitanzhuang's water-breaking sword manual are actually in your Lonely Moon Night? ?! You need eight billion gold for export, you... how can you be so shameless!"
Before Jiang Xi could speak, there was a person on the left, who said hoarsely, "The truth is not clear, do you dare to accuse Jiang Sect?"
The person who spoke turned out to be Huang Xiaoyue, who was almost out of breath.
The old guy's hand supporting the barrier was shaking, and he wanted to speak to Jiang Xi to show his loyalty. It was really obvious what the idea was.
The disciple of Bitanzhuang was extremely annoyed, and rushed up to scold Huang Xiaoyue, but was firmly held up by his fellow disciple, who persuaded him, "Zhen Fu, don't mess with them."
Hearing the name, the ink burned.
Calling it in the past, he might think that the name was just as smart as it was, and it made people laugh out loud, but now he looked at the poor old man who kept kowtowing in the mud, and suddenly felt very bitter.
Can't laugh at all.
"Five billion won't work... Then... Then five and a half billion?" Li Wuxin was crying, wiping tears from his sleeves, "Five and a half billion, I'll do a business for Yizhou Chang, and then sell some laws. Item spirit stone, I can still get it, 5.5 billion... Sect Master, do your best, show mercy... and return the sword manual to me."
He stooped and kowtowed, and at the end of the kowtow his forehead was broken and blood was flowing.
"Duanshui Jianpu is the soul of Bitanzhuang..." he cried, "Before the master, the only wish was for me to redeem Jianpu. I have been doing my best in my life... The hair has turned into white hair, and the person who begged has changed from your father to you... I also begged Luo Fenghua... "
"what!"
The crowd suddenly paled.
Luo Fenghua? !
Li Wuxin asked Luo Fenghua? !
Not Lonely Moon Night... Yes... Yes...
Looking back, no one was walking, but a path was immediately allocated, because almost all the people from the sect were turning their heads to look at Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi in the corner.
"It's Confucianism!"
No need to whisper this time. Someone shouted out.
"It's shameless!"
"Let's just say that the swordsmanship of Confucianism has suddenly advanced so much in the past few decades, and even has the legacy of a swordsman! Beast!"
"The Lingshan Conference gave Nangong Si No. 3 back then! What kind of skill is the stolen swordsmanship!"
"It's disgusting!!"
Nangong Si stood in the same place with a sullen expression. Of course he didn't know the scandals and scandals of these Confucianism sects. Those evils caused by his father and ancestors should have fallen on the 72 cities of Confucianism sect, but now they want him one. People will carry it.
He didn't run away, didn't say a word, his face was ashen, and he just stood silently.
Ye Wangxi wanted to hold his hand, but Nangong Si took his hand away calmly, and he stood in front of Ye Wangxi.
"He even has a face..."
"His father is such a beast, what do you think a son can be?"
The people in Bitan Village were the most indignant and shouted to them, "Go away! Are you still going?!"
"The top ten sects have no place for Confucianism! What are you doing here! Get out!"
"Dog men and women, shameless!"
All around, there are passionate voices of Peng Bai, swearing, cursing, and each face is full of hatred.
Suddenly someone rushed over, Biyi rolled over, it was a disciple of Bitanzhuang, that person grabbed Nangong Si's shirt, Ye Wangxi immediately said: "A Si!"
However, Nangong Si only pushed her away in a flash of light and flint, and then was pressed to the ground by the disciple of Bitan Village. His fists fell like raindrops, hitting his face, chest, ribs, and abdomen. Powerful, but the fists were dull, fierce, and mad.
At this moment, another cold voice suddenly said, "Stop."
A heavy punch was not received, and hit Nangong Si's handsome face, Nangong Si coughed out a mouthful of blood, his hair was messed up, and he lay on the ground, full of mud.
The angry disciple was about to shake his fist again, but his arm was pinched.
He turned his head back in anger and growled, "Beast! Don't want you—"
Words did not speak.
Because the person standing in front of him is the first master in the world, Chu Wanning.
"stop."
Chu night is like a cold spring, looking down at him, the expression on his face can't tell what it is, it seems that there are many emotions, and it seems that there is nothing.
He just held the boy's arm tightly, pursed his lips, and said after a while, "Stop hitting."
Nangong Si coughed up another mouthful of blood on the ground, Ye Wangxi hurriedly went to help him, but he waved it away: "Don't worry about me, the responsibility of the Confucianism, I should take it for my father."
The young man was even more angry when he heard the sound, struggling to get rid of Chu Wanning's hand, and wanted to fight again.
Chu night Ning Jian eyebrows erect: "Don't fight!"
"Don't worry about it! You are the person at the top of life and death, it's not up to you to care about this!" The young man was also crazy and roared towards Chu Wanning, "Why do they treat my master like this? Why?! What are you doing to Bitanzhuang?! How many years has Bitanzhuang treated Confucianism as a bull and a horse!! Why...why!!"
He howled.
Behind him, Li Wuxin groaned and begged.
Li Wuxin is still begging to Nangong Liu, who actually doesn't exist in his own consciousness: "Luo Fenghua said that he would like to exchange the sword manual for mine... But he doesn't know where it was placed... You promised me... Sect Master... You promised passed my…”
"I'm seventy-nine this year, and I don't have a few years left to live. I don't have enough cultivation in my life. Maybe I won't be able to disintegrate into an immortal, and I won't be able to see my master... But the only thing he told me, I can't do it. "Every word of Li Wuxin was like a blood clot dug out of his throat, and he was also howling, "I can't do it, Sect Master... Give it back to me... Return the things from Bitan Village... to this old man. …”
"please… "
The disciples of Bitanzhuang are shaking, and Chu nightning's hands are shaking slightly.
There were tears, hatred, and confusion in the boy's eyes.
But he couldn't break free, and finally he spit out a spit on the cheek of Chu nightning. He said: "What master is a beast."
"Master!"
"The ink burns, you stand still, don't come over."
Chu nightning let go of the boy's hand, the boy was free, and immediately went to beat the bruised Nangong Si, but unexpectedly a golden light fell, the Haitang enchantment opened, and Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi were firmly locked protected in it.
Chu nightning was originally half-kneeling on the ground. At this moment, he slowly got up and looked at the blurry and lively faces one by one.
At the end of the crowd is him, and at the other end is Li Wuxin, who is full of blood and tears.
Li Wuxin's old voice came, it was the branches of winter, piercing into the sky: "Can't it be five and a half billion..."
In the dream, the old man was still trying to bargain with Nangong Liu.
humble dead.
Very humble.
So humble that an old face has become mud.
"Five and eight billion?"
His voice was shaking.
Chu nightning closed his eyes.
His hands were also curled under the wide sleeves, trembling.
But he still said word by word, "Nangong Si is the son of an old friend, Rong Yan, Mrs. Rong."
Before the huge Huangshan Mountain, more than a thousand people could only hear Li Wuxin's wailing and Chu Wanning's cold and chilling voice.
At one end, Li Wuxin said, "Five.8 billion, is it all right? That's just three sword manuals..."
On the other side, Chu Ning said: "When I went out of the mountain, I never carried silver taels, and I didn't know how to ask for it. It was the grace of Mrs. Rong for a meal, and she left me to temporarily live in the Confucianism Sect."
He paused, so there was only the sound of Li Wuxin crying.
"Mrs. Rong once asked me to accept her son Nangong Si as a disciple. Because of my youth, I was afraid that I would not be able to do the job, so I didn't agree. But that year..."
Chu nightning turned his face slightly and glanced at Nangong Si who was lying on the ground. He finally slowly revealed the truth that Nangong Si didn't remember, word by word, to the public.
"In that year, Mrs. Rong once brought her young son and worshipped me three times in front of the ancestral temple, saying that the Nangong Si ceremony was completed. If I wish to live in the Confucianism Sect for a long time in the future, Nangong Si should treat him with the teacher's ceremony."
Chu nightning raised his eyes.
"Nangong Si, is my apprentice."
Hearing this, Xue Meng's face was instantly ashen!
The faces of Mo Ran and the teacher were not very good, but they didn't speak, looking at Chu nightning.
"If it is true that the father's debt is repaid, then a teacher for one day, a father for life. Since I have received the three bows of Nangong Si, he can call me a master." Chu nightning said, "he My master is still there. So, whether to seek revenge, beating or scolding... I am here, and I will never resist."
"Master!"
"Master!!"
Mo Ran, Xue Meng and the teacher knelt down together, and Nangong Si also struggled to get up from the ground. The blood in his mouth did not stop, but he only muttered: "No... I don't worship... I haven't worshiped... I don't have a master. … no master…”
However, at this time, Li Wuxin suddenly let out a long whistle. He raised his head to the sky, his hair and beard was like blowing snow, his eyes were open, and blood kept flowing from his eye sockets.
He howled loudly, cried, choked, and wailed.
"Five.9 billion, is it alright? Sect Master Nangong... 5.9 billion... If you have more than that, you should take pity on me, an old man, and leave me some money for the coffin... Okay, okay? "
In a slaughter-like posture, he finally whistled, his veins bursting.
"Okay!!"
Three in a row, alright, Li Wuxin suddenly vomited blood again, blood rushing, and deathly silence.
Immediately afterwards, he fell to the ground with a thud.
The venerable lord of the most inferior sect in the upper cultivation world. Before his death, he had been deliberately courting every possible sect, an old man who wandered around like a harlequin. This is a big joke that has spent most of his life, still mediocre, and can't even redeem three sword manuals.
A waste, mediocrity.
He opened his eyes and fell into the dust.
died.
The wind was blowing, and the faces of all sentient beings had different expressions, and no one spoke.
It's just that Mo Ran suddenly remembered that there is a treasure in Jiaoshan, which is enough to revive the sect. This is something that even Jiangdongtang knows.
Bitanzhuang and Confucianism Gate are so close, it is impossible not to understand what this means.
After Nangong Liu died, many big factions and small factions were chasing after them to capture Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi alive, saying that it was for revenge.
But Bitanzhuang did not.
Bitanzhuang just clumsily, thinking of a stupid way to make friends with life and death, and the lonely moon night, hoping to take care of each other and support each other in the future.
Li Wuxin never even thought about the gold and silver treasures of the Confucianism.
It was obvious that he was the one who had been bullied and oppressed by the Confucianism sect for a lifetime.
Perhaps, it is because he has been bullied and oppressed for a long time that this old man will understand in his heart that wealth is desirable, but not unjust.
The ink burned and looked at Li Wuxin's dusty, dirty, dirty old face even a little ridiculous.
He suddenly understood why that day the Confucianism Sect changed dramatically, and everyone hurriedly ran around and fled for their lives. This old man wanted to escape, but he did not go away.
Obviously he has no great ability, but he bites the bullet and stays in the sea of fire.
A sword that saved dozens of lives that had nothing to do with him.
People say that the master of Bitanzhuang has a set of swordsmanship for breaking water, which can break the water and break the sky.
Li Wuxin lacked three books, so he couldn't learn this amazing swordsmanship, and he couldn't become a juggernaut.
What he can do, in the end, is to use an enlarged imperial sword to send those who he does not know at all, even the disciples of Confucianism, out of the sea of fire, one by one, and bring them back to the world. .
The author has something to say: There is no small theater today, no matter whether the protagonist or the supporting role is dead, whether it is a decent or a villain, as long as it is still a somewhat human character, it will always follow the old rules and not break the rhythm of the small theater, okay? da~