With a "bang", the pale cold electricity tore through the silk rain curtain. In the rain lines hanging under the eaves, a dark knife light suddenly lit up, illuminating an old sign with oil stains.
Xu’s butcher shop.
The rain came suddenly, and pedestrians on the street were running around, taking shelter from the rain, cursing, urchins jumping, yellow dogs barking, and the shouts of shopkeepers on both sides of the long street, exaggerating a scene of fireworks in the city, and all living beings.
Deboning and tendons, peeling and sorting the meat, the knife follows the meat, the blade follows the knife. The half-fan of pork, which is 100 kilograms, is processed by the butcher in a few seconds, for the buyers under the eaves to pick and choose.
"Good boy, Lao Jiu, your deboning skills are getting better and better."
"So damn neat."
"Cut me a pound of minced meat, half fat and thin."
…
The boss greeted them one by one. The oily knife in his hand moved like flying. As soon as the knife edge passed and the tip of the knife was lifted, pieces of fat or lean meat were lightly cut off, wrapped in lotus leaves and handed out. .
The rain is getting heavier, and the number of buyers coming and going in front of the meat case is getting fewer and fewer.
Seeing that the stall was about to close, Xu Jiu suddenly cut the flesh and bones with a knife.
There was a "ding" sound, and an ancient coin full of charm flew in from the eaves and landed on the meat table, buzzing and spinning, and emitting an eye-catching blue light.
A pair of black boots followed him into the butcher shop.
"I heard that there is someone in your area who has a very fast sword. Is he there?"
The person who came was wearing a rain hat and a gray shirt. The tight leggings outlined the slender and strong outline of the calf. His voice was neither fast nor slow, and sounded very soft.
Xu Jiu said without raising his head: "You have come to the wrong place. I only sell meat here and don't know any swordsmanship."
The visitor said softly: "Put on your sword."
Xu Jiu turned a deaf ear and continued to pick out the bones with his rough right hand covered in oil. However, the sound of rain ticking under the eaves became extremely clear at this moment, like a ticking clock.
With each sound, Xu Jiu's right hand changed slightly. The originally pale skin gradually became like pig iron, and the muscles and bones were exposed.
The movement of the ancient coin had slowed down, but at the moment when he was lying down, on top of the meat table, a ball of dazzling light jumped out from Xu Jiu's sleeves, spitting out quickly like a snake, and bit the throat of the person who came by it.
He didn't even look, the sword light was already flying away, as if he knew the height of the opponent and the location of his throat just by hearing the sound.
Sword hidden in sleeve.
The sword light lit up and also illuminated a pair of eyes under the bamboo hat.
The sword light was so fast that it was about to kill someone. Unexpectedly, the person suddenly put one foot on the other and jumped into the air. He had already exited the butcher shop, pulled out of the rain eaves, and flew upside down into the rain curtain.
Xu Jiu pressed his palm on the meat table, and his fat, round body was surprisingly light. He jumped up and down, like a bouncing meat ball. He chased after him with his sword light, his eyes ferocious, and he said with a fierce smile: "Is it fast enough?" ?”
There was a "boom" and another thunder.
Under the electric light, there was another gray sword light. The man pulled it out from his waist, as fast as lightning. On the blade of the sword, raindrops scattered. From a distance, it looked like flowing clouds and mist, dragging a cold light in the rain.
A sharp knife shot through the air.
The visitor held the sword in his right hand and the scabbard in his left hand. The cold knife flew across the air, but the scabbard was also sent forward, and the mouth of the sheath instantly retracted the deadly sword.
In an instant, the sharp edge suddenly retreated, the two of them crossed each other, and with a "crack" sound, the cold knife was returned to its sheath.
Xu Jiu raised his sword and stumbled, his eyes widened and his lips moved, as if he still wanted to speak.
But before he could say anything, a ball of blood mist spurted out from his right neck, blooming in the rain and staining half of his face red.
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An old temple, dilapidated and dilapidated. The unburned firewood in the temple still exudes the last remaining warmth, warming the beggars next to the fire and the statue of the god who has been standing for who knows how many years.
It was raining outside the temple, but I saw a gray shadow coming suddenly and stepped in.
Gululu...
The bloody head fell to the ground, covered with a layer of dust, and fell in front of the beggar.
Dao Twelve took off the bamboo hat on his head, grabbed the hare that had been roasted by the fire for a long time, sat on the ground and took a big bite, chewing it carefully and eating slowly.
The old beggar suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the head that was so close and still warm, brushed the messy hair in front of his forehead, then took out a bag of money from the haystack under him, and said coldly: "You are injured. ?”
I saw blood oozing from Dao Twelve's right waist and abdomen.
That man not only knew how to use a sword but also a knife. He only stopped the sword, but not the boning knife in Xu Jiu's hand.
But if one is injured and one dies, this transaction can be said to be a sure profit without loss.
Seeing that Dao Twelve only cared about eating meat, the old beggar raised Xu Jiu's dead head and said with a smile: "This traitor finally got his life back."
At the end, he reached out and took out an ancient token from his arms, stood up seriously, and said to Dao Twelve: "The devil has no appearance, and there is no way to do anything. I am the only one who can ascend to heaven and earth. According to the decree of the deputy leader, Dao Twelve Second, I heard the order. From today on, you will be officially promoted from a disciple of our sect to one of the Four Guardians. You will be given the title of 'Thunder Envoy' and will be responsible for coordinating the eastward expansion of the Holy Sect..."
Halfway through the words, Dao Twelve raised his narrow, cold eyes like knives and said with a curious smile: "Thunder Envoy? Wind, Thunder, Water and Fire, ranked fourth? Where was the last 'Thunder Envoy'? I heard that he was a very powerful one" Role."
The old beggar was interrupted, a look of displeasure and anger appeared on his face, and he shouted: "You still don't accept the order?"
When Dao Twelve heard the words, he chewed the bone leisurely, threw it away, and then took the dark token under the eyes of the old beggar who almost breathed fire.
Then I heard the old beggar say with gloomy eyes: "The last Thunder Envoy died at the hands of the 'Blue Dragon Society', I hope you won't follow in his footsteps."
Dao Twelve glanced at the rain outside, squinted his eyes, and smiled like a fox: "How did you die?"
The old beggar snorted coldly: "It was because of a woman that his whereabouts were exposed."
"Woman?" Dao Twelve was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter, laughing forward and back, his shoulders shaking, "What a big joke."
When he finished laughing, he looked back and saw that everything in front of him was empty, and there was no beggar left.
It was dark outside the temple, and the sky was filled with wind and rain.
But at this moment, the half-opened temple door suddenly exploded, and among the flying wood chips, a figure flew back, knocking the dying fire into a ball of sparks.
It was actually the old beggar who had just left.
In an instant, Dao Twelve's eyes flashed with light. He turned over his bamboo hat and hurriedly stopped the flying ashes that were rushing toward his face. Then he kicked off the ground and shot up into the sky, intending to escape.
But the moment he took off, he saw a numbing sound of breaking through the air from all directions. The hidden weapons flashing with cold light were denser than the wind and rain, and they were covering his head and face.
Iron nails, flying needles, iron caltrops, darts, meteor darts, throwing knives, flying guns...
In the blink of an eye, he had identified more than a dozen famous hidden weapons in the world, and he was horrified.
Seeing that there was no way to escape, Dao Twelve immediately turned around and turned back. He rushed out like a meteor in a few steps and grabbed the old beggar, hoping to use him to block the overwhelming hidden weapons.
The sound of broken roof tiles, the sound of wooden pillars hitting each other, the sound of hidden weapons breaking through the air, and the strange screams of Dao Twelve when he raised his breath were all mixed together by the wind and rain at this moment, turning into a thrilling scene. .
But Dao Twelve's face suddenly turned pale, as white as if there was no trace of blood, and his eyes were red.
Just because the old beggar who had fallen in turned around and revealed a strange face, an ugly and terrifying old woman; her face was covered with plaques, her single eye was glowing coldly, and half of her face was covered with a huge... Qing Ji, who was three points uglier than Li Gui, was sneering in triumph.
"hey-hey."
Hearing the low laughter, Dao Twelve suddenly felt severe pain. A dagger had stabbed him in the abdomen. The pain lasted for a moment, and he was hit by several hidden weapons in the back. He immediately rolled out with a scream.
The dust has settled.
He raised his head with difficulty, his eyes full of blood, and asked in a hoarse voice: "You...who are you?"
As soon as the old woman took off her rags, she did not respond. Instead, she said respectfully to the door: "This is to be reported to the master of the hall. Fortunately, I have lived up to my command."
In the dark and miserable rainy night, an indistinguishable androgynous voice floated in: "Ahem... very good."
Dao Twelve struggled to look, and with the faint thunder light at that time, he could vaguely see the figures of people in the rain. They were all dressed in black, wearing rain hats on their heads, carrying swords on their backs, with cold eyes open, full of solemnity. It's like a group of seducing ghosts.
The leader is wrapped in a black cloak, and the most conspicuous thing is that under the eaves of his head, a ferocious cyan mask looms, mysterious and mysterious.
Dao Twelve immediately understood, his eyes widened, and he said hoarsely: "Qinglonghui!"
After he finished speaking, his head dropped and he was breathless.
The master of the lobby stepped in, set up a pile of firewood, and waited until the fire was bright again before he glanced at Dao Twelve's body casually and ordered: "Search!"
The old woman did not dare to delay after hearing the words, and hurriedly walked to the corpse. Just as she was about to fumble around, a venomous snake-like sword light suddenly appeared in the dark. Just as she was turning over the corpse, the light of the sword flew from under Dao Twelve into the air. .
Well……
This time, the old woman's eyes widened, her vision blurred, she clutched her throat and stumbled to the ground. She looked at the resurrected Dao Twelve in disbelief, opened her mouth, then tilted her head, and died. .
With one sword strike, Sword Twelve did not hesitate, his eyes flashed with coldness, he turned over like a fish leaping into the air, and struck the Qinglong Club Hall Master who was very close to him with a single sword.
The lobby master seemed not surprised by this result, and coughed twice calmly: "Soft armor? Very good...ahem...very good!"
"Suffer death!"
Dao Twelve slashed out in one stroke.
But when the sharp sword light fell on the hall master's right shoulder, no blood spilled out, and there wasn't even a wound under the torn clothes.
Dao Twelve was completely moved now, his expression suddenly changed, and he lost his voice and said: "Tongzi Kung Fu?"
"Know the goods!"
The master of the hall tilted his head and praised him. His cloak was lifted like a cloud, and it was already lying between the two, and his murderous intention suddenly appeared.
Dao Twelve was frightened for a moment, and hurriedly drew his knife to defend himself, but he immediately felt a majestic force coming from his chest, and the steel knife in his hand exploded inch by inch. He fell over and coughed up blood.
The lobby master slowly lowered his hands.
There was no flesh or bones in those hands, just because they wore a pair of gloves woven from the ice silk of the Western Regions. They were one of the rarest treasures in the world, invulnerable to weapons and bullets, and not afraid of water or fire.
Looking at Dao Twelve again, all the internal organs are broken, and death is inevitable.
"Disperse!"
The lobby master spat out one word.
All the figures in the rain disappeared into the night like ghosts and disappeared.
Without even looking at the corpse at his feet, the master of the lobby picked up a token from the ground and smiled lowly: "Demon Cult?"
But just as he was taking a closer look, a rash man carrying a bookcase suddenly barged in outside the temple.
This was a scholar who looked down and out. He walked in in the rain. Most of his whitewashed gray shirt was soaked. He looked like a drowned rat. In a panic, he wiped the rainwater from his sleeves and said hello: "The wind and rain are too strong. It's raining too much." If you're bothering me, I hope..."
But when he saw the situation in the temple clearly, the scholar's eyelids twitched and he became excited.
What's even more surprising is that the dead man on the ground looks exactly like him. It's really a ghost.
The air was solid and the atmosphere was strange.
Before he could think about it carefully, the scholar turned around and ran away.
"goodbye!"
