The night was alluring, and the camp of the Eighteen Cities of Qilian seemed to be wrapped in a thick layer of silver under the silver moon.
Inside the tent, Qi Liancheng, who had just returned from Lu Renjia's tent, sat in front of the desk. In front of him was his eldest disciple Liu Yanxun.
Liu Yanxun bent his body and lowered his head.
"Have those Fuso people been dealt with?"
Qi Liancheng asked indifferently without looking at Liu Yanxun.
"Master, I have followed your instructions and solved all of them. Not a single one has been left alive!"
Liu Yanxun lowered his head even deeper, making it impossible to see his face clearly.
"What a shame, it's a very useful knife!"
Qi Liancheng said with a hint of regret, and after a pause, he continued:
"Pass the order down, tell the people below to keep their mouths shut and not spread rumors about the Fuso people.
At this critical juncture, whoever has anything to do with the Fuso people will die! I don't want the Eighteen Cities of Qilian to be called traitors by others!"
"Yes, disciple understands!" Liu Yanxun responded again.
"Go down!" Qi Liancheng waved his hand.
Liu Yanxun cautiously left the Qilian City camp.
When he stood outside, his eyes were already filled with coldness.
He walked all the way back to his tent.
After entering the tent, he did not light a lamp and just sat at the table.
After a while, a dark shadow entered his tent.
"Mr. Liu!"
The man's voice was a little hoarse, as if something was stuck in his throat.
At the same time, in the tent that Liu Yanxun had just left, Qi Liancheng suddenly raised his head, a complex look flashed across his eyes, and then turned cold.
"You're such an idiot!"
His voice was icy cold.
"Go tell Mr. Lu that the fish is hooked, and he will take care of the rest."
He spoke coldly outside the tent.
"Yes!" As he finished speaking, a man in black appeared in the shadows, bowed in the tent, and then disappeared.
"Is everything arranged?"
In the darkness, Liu Yanxun asked.
"Everything has been arranged. Thank you, Mr. Liu, for what you have done for Fuso. Musashi will thank you!"
The hoarse voice replied.
From the conversation, it is obvious that the man in black is a Fuso.
And they are Fuso people who believe in the god Musashi.
Fusang has two gods.
One is the god Musashi, and the other is the demon god Miyamoto Ichima.
Sometimes Japanese people are just so ridiculous.
They were clearly just two people, but they were just people with great martial arts skills, but in their eyes, they became gods. In addition to kneeling down to them and erecting plaques to worship them, they were even willing to give everything for the so-called gods.
But although ridiculous, fanatics are also scary.
This time, Fuso gathered no less than 200,000 people to attack the mainland from the shores of the South China Sea.
The various factions did not respond, so within just a few months, many territories were occupied by these Fuso people.
Not only that, the Fuso people obviously did not intend to give up. After forming a so-called Tianwu League force on the shores of the South China Sea, they began endless plundering and killing.
Now, all the major sects near the shores of the South China Sea have retreated to the Shenshui Palace, and started to resist with the support of the Shenshui Palace.
After the frontal attack was blocked, the Fuso people began to plan their attack from the rear.
They began to try to win over some forces that were going to participate in the Anti-Japanese Conference, intending to break the alliance of various factions on the mainland from the rear.
Panasonic is one of them.
After he arrived at Qilian Eighteen Cities, he quickly contacted Takekami Murakazu, who had been sent to Qilian Eighteen Cities many years ago, and quickly made a plan with him.
Everything was going well, but Qi Liancheng didn't expect that he didn't trust these Fuso people who had surrendered to him before.
He actually sent his disciple Liu Yanxun with a large number of people to surround and kill them all.
Fortunately, Zhu Shang has not been idle all these years. He has actually won over Liu Yanxun, Qi Liancheng's trusted disciple.
With the help of Liu Yanxun, they and some of their men quickly disguised themselves as Liu Yanxun's confidants and escaped the disaster.
After escaping the disaster, they didn't dare to do anything small. Instead, they planned to hide and be like a nail firmly nailed inside the Eighteen Cities of Qilian.
And tonight, Panasonic came specially to thank Liu Yanxun.
"Mr. Liu, as a token of my gratitude, I will ask the God of Musashi to grant you the divine power of the Musashi Golden Body!"
There was a hint of gratitude in Matsushita's hoarse voice.
"Musashi's Golden Body? But it's one of the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu, the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art?"
In the darkness, a glimmer of light appeared in Liu Yanxun's eyes.
He heard that Musashi had stolen a handwritten copy of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art from the Nanjia Temple in the Southern Region, and used this martial art to make a great name for himself in the Central Plains martial arts world.
"Mr. Liu, please remember that the Musashi Golden Body is not the Vajra Indestructible Magical Skill.
If you have seen the Golden Body of Musashi, you will know how terrifying martial arts the Golden Body of Musashi is.
It is a hundred times more powerful than the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art. The Vajra Indestructible Divine Art cannot be compared with it at all."
Panasonic said seriously.
In the darkness, Liu Yanxun's disdain was almost written on his face.
But he quickly changed his words, "If that's the case, I must see the rare and unique martial art of Musashi Golden Body."
The reason why Liu Yanxun saved these Japanese people was not for any moral reasons, but for the benefit of the people.
He entered Qilian City at the age of sixteen, which was more than twenty years ago.
Over the years, he has worked diligently and never considered other things before doing things.
What is the result
In return, Qi Liancheng passed on his most proud unique skill, the Domineering Howl, to a disciple who had only been his disciple for less than three years.
This gap, this completely biased treatment made him start to have other thoughts in his mind.
And when Takegami told him that if he helped them Fuso, he would be able to obtain supreme magical skills.
For the sake of divine power.
So he embarked on the path of betrayal.
No, he did not betray the Eighteen Cities of Qilian.
At least he didn't think he had betrayed the Eighteen Cities of Qilian.
He was just making use of waste. He planned to use these guys to gain magical powers, and then take action himself or find a way to get rid of them.
In this way, the Fuso people would die, and I would get what I wanted. Why not do it
As for whether the magic skill is the Vajra Indestructible Magic Skill or the Musashi Golden Body.
It’s just a name. As long as you can get it, it doesn’t matter what you call it!
"I understand now, how can the unique skills created by Musashi God be compared with the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art!
Mr. Matsushita, I appreciate your kindness. Don't worry, I have known Takegami for twenty years, and I will take good care of them!"
Liu Yanxun spoke.
"Thank you, Mr. Liu! In addition to thanking you, I also want to say goodbye to you.
You know, Musashi Golden Body is not an ordinary martial art. I have to go back and ask Musashi God for help in person.
But don't worry, Musashi God cherishes talents the most, he will definitely give them to you without hesitation."
Matsushita said something, then slowly retreated and disappeared from the vicinity of the tent in a short while.
"This guy's martial arts is really interesting, it's actually similar to my hiding method!"
Not far away, a figure was holding a sword and muttering to himself.
He was clearly standing there, but he seemed to be non-existent. The patrolling personnel passing by him did not notice anything unusual.
Suddenly, he frowned and was stunned. "Damn it, these bastards must have secretly learned the Hidden Sword Technique!"