"Since the Mu family has already given their answer, there's no need to wait any longer, right?" The burly man sitting on the tiger-skin recliner yawned and said lazily, "Wen Ze?"
Wen Ze lowered his head slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then sighed: "Don't go too far."
"I know. I promise you that at least the boat won't be destroyed. We still have to go ashore." The burly man climbed up from the lounge chair and grabbed the golden-backed machete beside him. "Let's go."
"Yes." Behind him, 19 Qingming Academy disciples shouted at the same time. A group of people walked out of the room in such a mighty manner. The two disciples at the end carried the tiger-skin recliner. They came to the outside of the cabin. The two disciples put the recliner down, and the burly man lay on it again, yawning: "Let the Mu family come out. Since you admit this, you have to come out and take responsibility."
"Mu has been waiting for you for a long time." A man jumped down from the mast. It turned out that he had been sitting there watching the scenery. Mu Nianhua was wearing a white dress, with a golden belt tied around his waist, holding an elegant long sword in his hand. He looked at the Qingmingyuan assassins in front of him with an indifferent expression and extraordinary demeanor.
But there was no one behind him.
"You, alone?" The burly man held his chin with his hand and looked at Mu Nianhua in front of him with interest.
"I will naturally handle the things that I have taken on." Mu Nianhua said calmly, "Any questions?"
In the cabin, the people of the Mu family had actually already gathered there. They originally planned to rush forward to help their young master, but they were stopped there by Manager Yan. Mu Nianhua had previously instructed that no child of the Mu family must die innocently because of this matter.
"Go to the Tianzi room and invite those two gentlemen!" Manager Yan said to Naraku.
Naraku nodded hurriedly and ran towards the Tianzi room.
The burly man looked at Mu Nianhua and laughed, "You are very interesting. I don't know if your swordsmanship can support this meaning. Viper, you go."
"Yes." A thin man walked out from the crowd. His eyes were cold and he looked a bit like a snake.
Mu Nianhua nodded and smiled: "Mu Nianhua, please teach me."
The viper sneered. A rich young man was a rich young man after all. He was clearly on the verge of life and death, but he still thought it was just a martial arts duel. He did not return the greeting, but directly put his hand on the hilt of the knife.
Then I felt a gust of wind blowing towards me.
And the extremely tiny sound of a sharp object cutting flesh.
The burly man who was originally half lying down suddenly sat up, his eyes slightly narrowed. He was not angry, but rather a little happy. After all, he had been sitting on the boat for so long and finally encountered an interesting thing. If the opponent was a guy who could be killed with just one sword, it would be too boring.
The young man named Viper widened his eyes, as if he couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes. Mu Nianhua, who was in front of him just now, had disappeared. He looked down at his right hand.
There was blood all over his body and his tendons were cut by the sword. I'm afraid he won't be able to hold a knife for at least a year.
Mu Nianhua stood behind the viper, his white clothes fluttering, and pointed his sword directly at the burly man: "You come."
"Good! Good sword!" The burly man slapped his thigh fiercely, cheering for Mu Nianhua, "Who among you saw it clearly?"
A swordsman with a small mustache standing next to the burly man said, "It's the Shengjing swordsmanship of the Xiling swordsman Gong Yuluo. This sword is also Gong Yuluo's white jade sword. He attacked at the moment when Viper stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt of the sword."
"Gong Yuluo..." The burly man nodded, "It's a well-known name. Boy, are you his disciple?"
"So what?" Mu Nianhua raised the sword slightly.
“Even if Gong Yuluo was standing here, he wouldn’t dare point a sword at me like this.” The burly man picked up the heavy sword.
"My master said that there are only four types of people he won't raise his sword against. The first is a chivalrous hero who upholds justice, the second is a good official who loves the people like his own children, the third is a soldier who defends his country, and the fourth is an ordinary person. I don't think you belong to any of them, so what you said is wrong. If my master dares to raise his sword against you, I dare too." Mu Nianhua said calmly.
"What a pity. I thought the Mu family was so rich that the child they raised would be a waste. But you are pretty good. You have good swordsmanship and a good temperament. You will be a great man in the future. It's a pity that there is no future." The burly man was about to stand up, but was stopped by the swordsman with a mustache: "Boss, you are too impatient. It's just a white jade sword. Even if Gong Yuluo was standing here, it's not worth your effort."
The burly man lay back down in dismay: "I've been stuck on this broken boat for so long, I'm really itching to do anything."
"Dafeng, Jinhou, you two go." The mustached swordsman called out, and two masked swordsmen walked out from behind. Unlike the others, these two were covered tightly from head to toe, leaving only a pair of eyes showing, which looked a bit fierce.
"Boring." The burly man cursed in a low voice.
"Interesting things come at a high price." The mustached swordsman said calmly.
The swordsmanship of Mu Nianhua in front of him was indeed good, definitely better than most of the Qingming Academy disciples. Dafeng and Jinhou's swordsmanship was only average among these people, but it was very special and especially suitable for fighting Mu Nianhua.
Although Mu Nianhua's swordsmanship is very high, it can be seen that he seldom participates in real battles. Dafeng and Jinhou use poison swords, and if Mu Nianhua faces them, he will fall into their trap if he is not careful.
Sure enough, after Dafeng and Jinhou drew their swords at the same time, Mu Nianhua raised his sword to meet them, but found that a black mist was circling around the sword and rushing towards him. He stepped back and swung his sword violently, as if trying to disperse the black mist, but after swinging it a few times, he found that the black mist was getting wider and wider, and it was about to bury his entire body.
"A trick." A man in a golden robe suddenly appeared beside Mu Nianhua. He waved his long sleeves violently, and the black fog was completely dispersed.
The burly man held the hilt of the knife with one hand, his expression suddenly became extremely serious, and he gritted his teeth and said, "The secret of the world is hidden in my sleeves!"
The mustache swordsman quickly shook his head: "It's not the secret of the sleeve. If it was, the Mu family would not be afraid of us on the Golden Wind."
"What is that?" the burly man asked in confusion.
The rich man in the golden robe lifted his belt, shook his long sleeves, and said with a kind smile: "My sleeves are empty."
The burly man was stunned for a moment, then seemed to relax and lay down again, smiling, "So it's the Thousand-Faced God of Wealth. Long time no see."