Looking at the location of his room, Hou San felt very relieved.
"Fortunately, they are all gone. Today I am playing the home field alone. I am really classy. It's a pity that the audience is you guys who have no taste at all..."
"Hehehe... It seems that you won't be honest anymore. Disciples, please obey your orders!"
"exist!"
"Whoever catches or breaks Hou San's hands and feet, I will give him the position of elder!"
"yes!"
The disciples rushed towards Hou San like they were drunk.
Hou San put away the gong and drew the soft sword from his waist.
Swordsmanship is originally the most important training method in Zhanjian Villa, but Hou San doesn't like to play with swords and feels that they are not as classy as fans or even musical instruments.
Now that he was facing a disaster, he actually regretted that he should have learned the sword fighting technique.
Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in this world.
His fingertips were placed on the tip of the soft sword to bend it, and then released.
The soft sword was pointed at everyone: "Come on..."
....
Two hours later.
On the top of Zhanjian Villa, Hou San was covered in blood, his white clothes were dyed blood red, and there were countless wounds.
Now he was leaning against the cliff and breathing heavily. Just for a few breaths of time, a small pool of blood was already flowing under his feet.
"Cough! Cough cough cough!"
Hou San's chest was rising and falling violently, and he was breathing horribly. Even with his sharp eyes, he could see that all the muscles in his body were trembling slightly.
Now he was completely exhausted, and his internal strength was almost exhausted. If it weren't for a soft sword that had some effect, he might have struggled to even stand.
But even so, his eyes did not reveal a trace of fear.
Looking at the people in front of him, his eyes were full of ridicule and disdain.
"Hou San, you are desperate. As long as you follow us, we may be able to let you re-establish Zhanjian Villa and compensate you."
"If not, if you die, all of you people in Zhanjian Villa will die!"
"The corpse control technique is related to the Xuantian Sect. I think the imperial court would like to send someone to investigate!"
"That's right! Hou San, stop being so stubborn. Don't you know what your sister is like? She is a murderer. We are here for the good of the knights in the world!"
"Yes, even if you want to die, come here first and let me chop you, and become an elder..."
"Um?"
Everyone looked at the person who just spoke.
The man nodded quickly and backed away: "Uh...I said it wrong, I was wrong..."
Waves of yelling and roaring came from the group of people.
At first, they said something about following them to slay demons. Gradually, this group of people began to speak righteously, classifying Zhanjian Villa as a member of the Xuantian Sect.
"Heh, you want me to threaten my sister?"
Hou San glanced at the group of people with a sarcastic expression. This was the consequence of lack of strength. What future could there be in living in a villa? He had long wanted to travel around the world.
It's a pity that he is in a desperate situation now. If he is captured alive, the consequences for his sister Qiu Ying may not be easy.
When he thought of this, Hou San looked up to the sky and sighed.
"I want my life to be uneventful. It's really a bad way to die like this. But it's okay. Seeing you feel so uncomfortable makes me feel comfortable."
"Hou San, you still have a choice!"
"Oh, really? If you want to threaten my sister with me, I can only say that I don't like the beauty of adults!"
After the words fell, Hou San spread his arms and fell backwards. Behind him was the cliff!
"Oops! Hou San!"
"Oh! Damn it!!"
The man in the lead punched the edge of the cliff hard, turned around and gritted his teeth and shouted: "Trash! They are all trash!"
All the disciples lowered their heads and couldn't help but think: "Are we trash? You were so close and you didn't even catch me..."
The man clenched his fists, not knowing what to do next.
Their sect leader said that they must catch them alive. If they are dead, it will be useless!
It is precisely because of this that it is so difficult for them to catch Hou San. If they fight to the death, Hou San's two fists will be difficult to defeat with four hands, and he will be captured long ago!
"Great Elder, what should we do now?"
"What else can we do! Go to the Wuyi Sect! I don't believe that so many of us can't defeat her!"
After saying that, the man spat towards the cliff angrily before turning and leaving.
....
boom!
"Um--!"
A muffled groan was accompanied by the sound of branches breaking, and a figure rolled and fell into a natural hole in the cliff.
Outside the pothole, a tree branch curved and grew on the cliff. It was extremely strong, and the crack caused by it is now the pothole.
The falling figure was naturally Hou San, who wanted to end his life.
"It's interesting. He survived the catastrophe...I will be able to publish a biography in three days!"
After saying that, Hou San slowly stood up and stroked his ribs and leg bones.
These two fractures are very serious, and I am afraid that it will be impossible to descend from such a high place in a short time.
Even if I regain my strength, climbing the abdominal wall in such a high and steep place is still very difficult.
With the light outside, Hou San took a few steps inside.
There are many bird's nests inside, but they are all empty now. They may have gone out and not come back yet.
If this is the case, he will not starve to death in a short period of time. As for water, he can carry it for a few days.
As he was walking inside, Hou San suddenly stopped, covered his waist and bent down, picking up a torn book.
"Leather inside...high quality."
Opening the book cover, the pages inside were curled and yellowed, and the fonts inside were a little blurry and even shattered when touched.
Hou San thought for a moment, took a branch from the tree, rubbed it sharply on the wall, stained it with his own blood, read a little bit, and wrote a little bit on his clothes.
It was not until he finished writing that Hou San breathed a sigh of relief, put the book aside and looked at what he had written.
【Crying Blood Record】
[Blood is heavy, Qi is light. 】
[You can live temporarily without Qi, but you will die immediately without blood. 】
[When blood is sufficient, the bones are strong and the tendons are soft. Qi and blood are the source of life and nourishment. They circulate throughout the body. Qi flows according to Ziwu, and blood flows according to the five blood routes of the human body. 】
[In the initial practice, the blood of warriors needs to be introduced every day, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si; Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Shu and Hai, and shortened by one character every seven days. 】
[When the twelve o'clock characters disappear, the skill is complete. It can control the blood flow within a hundred meters. With one palm strike, the weak enemy's blood will be separated from the body and die with blood. The strong enemy is useless. 】
[When practiced to perfection, it can exchange blood with all things, keeping their appearance unchanged and incorruptible. 】
[Note: Everything must be reversed at its extremes. Cultivated by blood, even after reaching perfection, you are afraid of being contaminated with blood. If you are accidentally contaminated with blood, you need to find a blood exchanger within twelve hours, otherwise, you will die from septicemia! 】
"Weeping Blood Record...the appearance remains unchanged..." Hou San's eyes opened wider and wider.
Who would have thought that after falling off a cliff, one could still learn magical skills!
"Okay, it looks like the time for revenge is almost here..."
Since he needs blood to practice, those enemies are naturally on his list.
Gululu...
While he was thinking about it, his stomach suddenly growled. Hou San lay down directly inside, waiting for the birds to return to their nests. He had to hurry up to recover from his injuries.
After all, his sister is not out of danger yet...
