"Sir, even if you want to show off your noble character, you have to consider us as your bodyguards." The rich man in the golden robe stopped Mu Nianhua and said, "If something happens to you, even if I, the Thousand Faces God of Wealth, have a thousand more faces, your father will still have to take them off."
"I'm sorry to have troubled you, sir." Mu Nianhua sighed lightly.
"For those who eat this offering, there is no question of whether or not to get involved. All we have to do is to do our best." The rich man in the golden robe looked at the burly man and said in a deep voice, "Crouching Tiger! Are you determined to turn against the Mu family?"
The burly man called Crouching Tiger smiled and said, "Yes, what do you dare to do?"
The Thousand-Faced God of Wealth is indeed a very powerful figure. When he was young, his family was once very wealthy. Later, his family was persecuted and the Manchus were destroyed. Only the Thousand-Faced God of Wealth survived, and he relied on his magical martial arts that allowed him to have a thousand faces. However, this martial arts is indeed unparalleled in the world when used to escape, but in Crouching Tiger's heart, it is worthless when used to kill people.
“If you think you can escape the pursuit of the Five Samsaras just by changing your face, then you underestimate me. Just now you said that I have a secret weapon up my sleeve. What if I really have this secret weapon up my sleeve?” The Thousand-Faced God of Wealth spread out his sleeves and raised his head slightly.
Crouching Tiger narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the mustached swordsman.
The World in the Sleeve is just a martial art, and martial arts alone cannot scare them. But the World in the Sleeve also represents a person.
That person is the most unreasonable person in the world.
That person also owns the only city in the world that can compete with Shanglin Palace.
"Are you scaring me?" Crouching Tiger raised his eyebrows.
The Thousand-Faced God of Wealth was still smiling: "I am just giving Mr. Crouching Tiger a choice."
"Be careful!" The mustached swordsman suddenly shouted in surprise.
Wohu turned his head suddenly and saw a small knife coming from the side, directly cutting the wrists of several Qingming Academy disciples and heading straight for Wohu's face.
"Ghost Blade Paves the Way!" Crouching Tiger shouted, stretched out two fingers, and clamped the knife, "Old Long, you are going too far."
An old man with white hair and beard walked out of the cabin. The old man had muscular body and a burly figure. Standing next to Mu Nianhua, he was half a head taller than him. He looked at Wohu and said in a loud voice, "Wohu, you are going too far."
Crouching Tiger shook his head and flicked two fingers to bounce the flying knife back. The old man took a step forward and swung his right sleeve violently to put the knife back into his sleeve.
Crouching Tiger's expression was somewhat uncertain: "After Long Lao came down the mountain, his skills are still as strong as before."
Behind Crouching Tiger, more than a dozen Qingming Academy disciples knelt down at the same time: "Disciples greet the Master!"
Crouching Tiger didn't care about it. It was common sense for a disciple to value affection and respect his teacher. It was also reasonable for a killer to kill without reason. The two were not contradictory. Even if the old man in front of him was once the elder who taught at Qingming Academy, Crouching Tiger would still dare to draw his sword if he dared to block his way.
The old man sighed softly: "I am no longer a member of Shanglin Palace, so I am not worthy of the title of Master."
The dozen or so Qingming Academy disciples buried their heads even deeper, and no one dared to respond to this. Only the crouching tiger was still sitting on the tiger skin recliner, looking at the old man with a sneer: "The chief has always been concerned about the recent situation of Elder Long, but Qianji Academy has kept it a secret. I didn't expect that he went to the Mu family to serve. If you are short of money, you might as well tell us. The elder of Qingming Academy is a bodyguard for a businessman. The chief will be even more disappointed if he knows."
"I heard that you have become the vice-chairman of Qingming Academy?" Elder Long suddenly asked.
Crouching Tiger was stunned: "So what?"
"He's still the same kid as before, even as the vice-chairman. He's still so rude. The more arrogant a person is, the more fearful he is inside..."
"That's enough." Crouching Tiger stood up and raised the ridiculously large golden machete. "I'm stronger than you now, and I don't need to listen to your preaching. I respect you and call you Elder Long. I'll also give the kid from the Mu family behind you one last chance. Hand over the person I want. After we get ashore, we'll go our separate ways."
"Be careful, sir, please step back!" Old Long whispered.
At this moment, the Thousand-Faced God of Wealth leaped out and attacked Crouching Tiger.
Crouching Tiger sneered and swung the long sword in his hand violently. The sword wind was so powerful that it forced the disciples around him to retreat several steps. The Thousand-Faced God of Wealth waved his sleeves violently, breaking the sword wind and directly grasped the blade.
"The secrets of the sleeves?" Crouching Tiger raised his knife and swung the Thousand-Faced God of Wealth. The Thousand-Faced God of Wealth landed beside Mu Nianhua, his sleeves on both sides had been shattered, and his hands were trembling slightly: "As expected of the deputy chair of Qingming Court, he is indeed extraordinary."
Crouching Tiger slammed the knife heavily on the ground, leaning on the handle with his right hand, and waving a finger at the Thousand-Faced God of Wealth with his left hand: "It only takes one move to deal with you."
“Sir, please step back for now. After we get ashore, I will report this matter to the head of the family and seek justice for the Mu family.” Old Long put his hands in his sleeves, playing with the knives, but he knew very well that even if he took action, he could not change anything.
"Gentlemen, please step down. There is no need to make unnecessary sacrifices. But I promised others that unless I die, my Mu family will protect him to the end. Now that I have died to protect them, the Mu family will have fulfilled its promise. You don't need to interfere in what happens next. If they want to take people away, let them take them." Mu Nianhua raised his sword and took a step forward.
"Since you also know that this is a meaningless sacrifice, then why are you so persistent?" asked Old Long.
"Because I have made a promise, and for people doing business, credit is the most important thing." Mu Nianhua smiled and said.
Elder Long sighed softly: "No wonder the head of the family and the old man think so highly of you. If that's the case, then even if I sacrifice my life, I will protect you."
"Are you done?" Crouching Tiger put his hands on the hilt of the knife, "Just the three of you, right? But it will be over in an incense stick of time. Stop talking nonsense and come on."
"No. There are still us." A clear voice came. Mu Nianhua turned his head and saw Su Baiyi, who was dressed in white and holding a long sword, walking out, and Nangong Xier, who was dressed in purple and had a peerless beauty.
"Senior Sister, I've told you a long time ago that I have made a good friend. Although he looks lustful, he is actually a very nice person." Su Baiyi smiled with some pride.
Nangong Xier patted Su Baiyi on the head and said, "It's obvious that you are the one who schemed against others, and made the young master of the Mu family in a difficult position."
Crouching Tiger looked at the two people in front of him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Finally it's starting to get interesting."