In the strange ridge of withered pines, barren mountains and wilderness, in the lonely rain, the book box behind Li Muchan had long been left unknown, rolling and crawling, and running very fast.
But he suddenly fell to the ground again, looking at the figure blocking the road in front of him in horror, then he got up from the ground with his eyes rolled up, groping forward like a blind man, and whispering to himself: "You can't see I, you can’t see me…”
The master of the lobby squatted on a strange-shaped bluestone, propped up his right cheek, squinted his eyes with interest and said with a smile: "Hahaha, wonderful, wonderful, if I dig out those tricks of yours again, you will act It’s more like.”
Li Muchan was agitated when he heard this, his face turned pale, but he didn't dare to pretend anymore, and hurriedly said: "Sir, please forgive me, I didn't inadvertently break in, and I didn't see anything."
The owner of the lobby looked at his muddy face and looked even more happy: "What's your name?"
Li Muchan said hurriedly: "Li Muchan."
As he finished speaking, someone picked up the book box he dropped and respectfully handed it to the hall master.
The lobby owner turned it over casually, and when he saw the crooked and insect-like handwriting on it, he couldn't help but laugh: "You are just trying to get fame with your bad handwriting that taints people's eyes?"
Ignoring Li Muchan's embarrassed reaction, the hall master stood up and coldly ordered his men: "Take him with you."
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Luoyang.
An elegant room was separated by an emerald screen, and in the corner stood a purple gold beast stove in the shape of a golden toad spitting beads. wisps of smoke overflowed from the toad's mouth, lingering in the air.
"Li Muchan, twenty-three, is a native of Guanzhong. He fled to Luoyang with the refugees three years ago. He first wandered around the market and worked as an inn clerk, a messenger delivering letters, a horseman driving a cart, a butcher killing pigs, and also a guard Guo Yizhuang... I changed my job in seventeen different jobs, started from scratch, and earned a fortune of ten thousand yuan in the second year... Unfortunately, it was occupied by others, and I had no way to complain; I later stayed in Goulan House, and left several poems and poems. , was appreciated by people and had quite a talent, but he was defrauded of all his remaining wealth by a brothel girl. In desperation, he wrote a novel. Unexpectedly, he was accused of insinuating the imperial court and almost went to jail... Hahahaha... …You are so unlucky, it really made me laugh to death.”
The lobby master's voice sounded from behind the screen, and he laughed at the table, his voice changing as he laughed.
Li Muchan was sitting in front of the screen, a little frightened and restless.
It's really hard to become famous.
Even with his modern knowledge, it would be extremely difficult for him to break into this world. Even if he were not careful, he would die without knowing how.
In this arena, the light of swords and shadows are secondary. At least those with the naked eye can still see and detect; what is really fatal are the invisible methods. If you can poison you, you will not stab you to death. If you can kill a knife behind your back, you will never let it go. On the bright side, maybe the person you were flirting with and having a good time with Earring just a moment ago will fall out and kill you.
What's more, he is still a person who doesn't know much about boxing or martial arts.
It's like walking on thin ice.
The hall master asked: "Do you know the name of the man who died in the temple?"
Li Muchan shook his head and said, "I don't know."
"Haha," the lobby master still laughed, "if you had known it beforehand, you wouldn't have been able to say anything, but now that you know it, it's just right."
Li Muchan hesitated for a while before asking: "Who is he?"
The host of the lobby said: "You tell me."
"yes!"
In the corner, there was another voice.
But a skinny old man with white hair came out, dressed in rich clothes, with a saggy face full of wrinkles and a smile.
It was actually the old beggar in the temple.
Not only did he not die, he also changed his way of living like a master.
The old beggar said eloquently: "The nameless man is from the Central Plains. He was kidnapped by the Demon Cult since he was a child. He was later trained by him to become a rampant killer. He was good at using the Demon Cult's "Seventy-two Soul-Chasing Swords". Named 'Sword Twelve', he sneaked into the Central Plains in order to plan the demon sect's eastward advance and provide support internally and externally."
Li Muchan took a deep breath, and he suddenly understood why the other party left him alive.
He rubbed his hands awkwardly and said hoarsely: "I don't know martial arts."
"Although your handwriting is unsightly, you will definitely be on the list when the list is released; after 'Qiuwei', there will still be examinations and palace examinations. The number one candidate may be a little far away from you, but the top spot and the second place on the list are enough for you. "The words of the lobby master sounded from behind the screen, unhurriedly, but invisibly exuding the aura of being in a high position and holding great power, "You might as well open the window again and take a look outside."
Li Muchan stood up hesitantly in doubt, and then pushed open the half-covered flower window. At this glance, his eyes suddenly widened, his pupils trembled, and he couldn't help but let out an "ah".
In the drizzle outside, I saw heads placed neatly in the courtyard. There were men and women, old and young, and they all died with their eyes open.
His lips trembled: "These are..."
"These are the people who have offended you, deceived you, and framed you." Under the light, the shadow of the lobby master was clearly reflected on the screen. He sat still, as if Idol, "Besides, if you live, there is no way I can leave them alive."
The voice of the lobby master continued to sound slowly: "You can practice martial arts slowly. I have almost removed all the secrets of the Demon Sect's ears and eyes. You don't have to worry about exposing your identity. I won't use you easily until the critical moment of life and death. You will be safe, at least in the Central Plains Wulin, and I, the Qinglong Society, will be your biggest supporter."
The old beggar laughed softly beside him and said: "Don't worry, in order to act cautiously these years, I have been passing on the orders of the Demon Cult. Apart from me, no one else knows who you are. Even few people in the Demon Cult know how to use the sword." The existence of Twelve.”
Li Muchan slumped down on the chair, his face dripping with cold sweat, his lips bleeding from biting them, and he whispered: "I have never hated them."
The lobby owner said disapprovingly: "It doesn't matter anymore, hate it or not, they are all dead. What you should be thinking about now is not this, but think carefully about whether to be the second best or the third best... Li Tanhua... hahahaha , In the past, Li Xunhuan was the only one in the world, and he was the best in the martial arts world, but you took advantage of it."
The old beggar said with a smile but not a smile: "You should be lucky that you have a face exactly like his. With just one face, you can get great wealth. Compared with your meager life, you can reach the sky in one step."
Li Muchan pressed the armrest tightly, and his bony fingers became veins exposed. His eyes struggled for a long time, and finally he hissed: "Okay."
The master of the lobby stood up after hearing the words, but in a blink of an eye, there was no figure behind the screen, except for one sentence: "Smart."
The old beggar was still standing in front of Li Muchan. He put out the lamp on the table, turned around and went behind the screen, and said with a playful smile: "Come on, let's see the reward from the master of the hall."
Li Muchan stood up in despair, her legs were still weak, and she followed him with frivolous steps.
He planned to be mediocre and stop struggling, but now he couldn't even control his life and death.
After walking around the screen, Li Muchan saw that there was a vermilion wooden door behind it, with carved phoenixes on it. The craftsmanship was exquisite and very elegant.
Li Muchan followed the old beggar, passed through the wooden door, and walked up a straight corridor. After walking for about a hundred steps, his field of vision suddenly broadened. Under the silky rain, he saw a pavilion and a pavilion, and on the other side was a wave of smoke. The vast flat lake.
The two of them walked up to the balcony, one behind the other.
Li Muchan saw four doors of different colors opening in front of him.
First there is a green door.
Inside the door is a huge wooden table, which is filled with delicacies and delicacies that ordinary people will never see or even hear. When hot, the aroma is tangy and makes people salivate.
Then there is a red door.
Li Muchan only glanced at it, then her face turned red, her expression was dull, and she hurriedly looked away.
But why?
It turns out that there is a green pool behind the door, filled with pink petals, and several graceful figures wearing tulle are playing in it; there are Han women with slender waists, and some with snow-like skin, red hair and blue eyes. Hu Jiyi Nu, the beautiful laughter of orioles and swallows was heard; there were also people with their lotus arms stretched out, pointing their fingers at him, and the fragrant wind hit them, making their bones almost crispy.
The third door is a yellow door.
The lights inside the door are bright, and under the fire, there are countless gold and silver pearls, antique calligraphy and paintings, rare treasures, and a dazzling array.
As for the last door, it is the most ordinary wooden door.
Inside the door are countless volumes of classics, an endless sea of books and words.
There were so many that even the air was filled with the fragrance of ink, mixed with a damp musty smell.
"Here are records of the rise and fall of famous martial arts sects and martial arts masters in the past sixty years, as well as black and white forces, and green forest bandits; there are also many anecdotes and martial arts secrets." The old beggar pointed out everything in the house like a treasure trove, and then lit up the wind lantern in the corner, "If you want to distinguish the fake from the real, you have to have no flaws, and martial arts can't be rushed. But for this 'jianghu', if you don't know everything about it, you can't do it." You have to have seven points of insight.”
Li Muchan stood there, her cheeks suddenly turned red, and she whispered with evasive eyes: "What should I do with the orchids outside the Great Wall with those gold and silver jewels?"
The old beggar smiled meaningfully, and Li Muchan's ears suddenly felt hot and he felt uncomfortable all over.
Then I heard the old beggar say scornfully: "Look at how useless you are. Do you really think you can live without worries about food and clothing? Look there."
Li Muchan looked in the direction of his finger and saw a corpse lying on the ground, it was Dao Twelve.
"I'll give you three days to do something. You must find all the sword wounds and scars all over his body. You must also pay attention to the details of his facial contours, the depth of his eyebrows, and the location of the calluses on his hands. It's best to touch them both inside and outside. See him through." The old beggar had already retreated, but he did not forget to beat him before saying, "Remember, there are only three days, and after three days, if you haven't done anything when I come, then you go down and accompany him. Well... Or, there is food, drink, and women here, so you can enjoy it for three days, and then go die."
After that, the old beggar withdrew expressionlessly.
But he didn't see it. Just as he was leaving the house, Li Muchan's evasive, timid eyes had become deep and condensed, like two bottomless ancient wells, silently looking at the corpse on the ground.
