Three days later.
When the old beggar opened the door again, even though he had been in the world for many years and was used to seeing countless fights and seeing the flashes of swords and swords, the moment he entered the door, he almost vomited out the bird's nest and shark fin he had just eaten.
A stench hits your nose, making you dizzy.
The old beggar looked at the scattered limbs on the ground. He suppressed nausea and turned blue, especially when he saw the maggots burrowing in and out of the rotting organs. His Adam's apple was squirming uncontrollably, and his eyes almost bulged out like dead fish. .
His face turned livid and he yelled, "What are you doing?"
Under the light, Li Muchan squatted on the ground, with his back to the door, arranging the dismembered corpses from top to bottom, then turned his head, staring at the person with a pair of bloodshot eyes that made people's hair stand on end.
He said in a hoarse voice: "Didn't you ask me to touch this corpse thoroughly? I went from the outside to the inside, even the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys. Is it thorough enough?"
The corners of the old beggar's mouth twitched, but he soon laughed again, stroking his hands and saying, "Very good, your eyes already look a bit like him."
Li Muchan was now haggard in appearance and spirit. He had not exhausted all his rice and water in the past three days. God knows how he survived. As for the other three gates, I have never entered them, and I dare not even think about it. Who knows whether those delicacies are poisoned, or whether those charming women are ruthless murderers.
If a person wants to live a long life, self-knowledge is indispensable. If one really relies on a little utilization value and does not know whether to live or die, then that is the way to death.
What's more, he is now caught between the Demon Sect and the Blue Dragon Society. If he wants to protect himself, he will undoubtedly be walking on thin ice, and every step will be dangerous, so he must be cautious.
The old beggar took out a brocade handkerchief from his sleeve, covered his mouth and nose lightly, lowered his eyelids, and said softly: "At last, there is still some value worth cultivating. Remember, this time is to test your potential. If you are just a person who just wants to enjoy it, You are a coward, no matter how similar you are to that person, it is not worth our investment... Now, it’s time for you to go back to where you originally stayed.”
Li Muchan raised his eyes in confusion, as if he didn't understand what he meant, and asked: "What?"
Then he saw a cunning smile suddenly appear on the old beggar's old eyes exposed outside the brocade handkerchief. He quietly turned his left hand behind his back and stabbed a short blade into Li Muchan's chest without any sound.
Shocked, confused, painful...
Li Muchan stared at the other party blankly, feeling the heartbreaking pain. The first thing he thought about was what flaws had he exposed? Or did the other party find out that he and Dao Twelve had known each other for a long time? Or did you discover the existence of "Luofu Secret Records"?
Watching Li Muchan fall slowly, the old beggar slowly wiped the bloody knife with a brocade handkerchief.
"You shouldn't kill him, right?"
The voice of the lobby master sounded slowly from outside.
Immediately, there seemed to be a breeze blowing in, and there was one more person in the room.
Different from the previous rainy night, this person is now dressed in a red robe, a snow-colored cloak, and a bronze mask. His figure is slim and tall, and his steps are silent. It is clear that he has arrived suddenly. His light skill is so high that he is truly worthy of the title. Rare in the world.
It is the master of the Qinglong Club.
The old beggar hurriedly bowed respectfully, narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "No, I know the wounds all over the body with the twelve swords most clearly, and the most fatal ones are also this one, but I have missed his heart by half an inch, and I can only It hurts, but he won't die. There are still forty-seven places left, so we have to wait until he passes out before we can start."
After saying that, he leisurely sealed several large acupuncture points on Li Muchan's chest to stop the bleeding, and then took out the golden sore medicine he had prepared and applied it on it.
"Hall Master, in the opinion of my subordinates, it is better to find a brother who is proficient in disguise and disguise himself. Wouldn't it save a lot of trouble?" As the old beggar leaned over, he took out a dagger with his other hand and walked around like a dagger. Flying, leaving deep or shallow wounds on Li Muchan's body, "This man is incompetent in humanities and martial arts. He is useless and has nothing. He is destined to have a hard time."
The lobby master said calmly: "Before this, nine first-class disguise masters have done what you asked, and the results were all fatalities... Besides, you said one thing wrong. This person's ambition The perseverance is far beyond ordinary people.”
The old beggar was quite surprised when he heard this. He slashed his sword and said in surprise: "He?"
The lobby owner's eyes seemed to light up, he smiled slightly, and said casually: "A person has changed dozens of ways to live, and has suffered setbacks one after another, but he still wants to continue living. Do you think this kind of person is ordinary? ?”
The old beggar still didn't understand what he meant and asked doubtfully: "Isn't it ordinary?"
The lobby owner seemed to be a very patient wise man and continued to explain: "What's wrong with having nothing? In this world, who doesn't start with nothing, and nothing is often the first step to possession; some people fail all their lives. , but maybe as long as he wins once, he can be transformed and reach the top; some people win all their lives, but as long as they lose once, they will be unable to recover and will never recover."
He seemed indifferent to the stench of corpses that filled the room, but instead had a smile in his eyes, like the clear water of a lake with no bottom.
After a pause, the master of the lobby said meaningfully again: "Moreover, the success or failure of this world cannot be determined by martial arts alone. There are intrigues, turbulence and turmoil. No matter how sharp the sword is, it can only be three feet at best. How can we make a decision thousands of miles away?" ?The most powerful thing is the people's hearts; in the past, Lin Xian'er, a female prostitute, was able to play with all the masters in the weapons spectrum, and even Li Xun Huan was almost ruined, haha."
A sneer seemed to show the disdain in his heart.
The old beggar was getting up at this time and exhaled slowly. Li Muchan on the ground was also covered in blood.
He laughed and said: "What the lobby master said is true. The martial arts masters and martial arts masters in the world often fall into the hands of those close to them. They were famous all over the world yesterday, but they may die in the smelly water the day after tomorrow. Gou...it doesn't matter, let's see how far this kid can go."
The lobby owner was very satisfied with the old beggar's reaction. He enjoyed this feeling of being recognized by others.
But he changed the topic again and said quietly: "But have you found the whereabouts of Ye Kai, the successor of 'Little Li Feidao'?"
When "Xiao Li Fei Dao" was mentioned, the eyes of the two people changed, as if these four words had a soul-stirring magic power.
The old beggar had begun to apply medicine to Li Muchan's wounds, and what he said was shocking: "Reporting to the lobby master, this person's whereabouts are uncertain, but news came from the south a month ago that someone discovered Ye Kai. Not only that, but also 'Flying Swordsman'."
"Flying Swordsman," the lobby master murmured these three words, as if he was chewing them carefully, and the eyes under the mask were bright and dark like candles swaying in the strong wind, "What is he going to do?"
The old beggar's expression became extremely respectful, and he replied: "Maybe we just met by chance in the south of the Yangtze River... In your opinion, should we attack that mother and daughter now?"
The lobby owner did not respond immediately, but turned his gaze to the green lake outside, and uttered four words thoughtfully: "Shangguan Xiaoxian!"
The old beggar added from the side: "It is said that the Flying Swordsman was once Lin Xianer's subordinate. Will he provoke him?"
The master of the lobby pondered for a moment, and said slowly without looking back: "Then wait a moment. After all, in addition to a flying swordsman, there is also Jing Wuming, an old minister of the Money Gang. The two swordsmanship leaders in the past are now afraid that they are both. It has reached its peak, and there is also a demon sect that is ready to take action, and it seems that it is also planning on the treasure left by the 'Money Gang'."
The old beggar nodded: "I understand."
As soon as he answered the call, he saw the hall master in front of him swept out of the building like a wisp of blue smoke, resting on the lake like a startled giant walking through the snow. The moment he landed, he drifted away like a dragonfly touching the water.
Until his back disappeared, the old beggar who was full of respect suddenly smiled lowly, and said with a strange smile in a voice that only he could hear: "Ah, what a powerful movement."
This sentence contains a lot of things, including ridicule, ridicule, and many other meanings.
Looking back at Li Muchan, the old beggar threw away the brocade handkerchief with an expressionless face and ordered outside: "Come here, clean up this place and send this kid to the place where he was before. It really stinks." sky."
After saying that, he flew out at a speed that didn't want to stay any longer.
Not long after the old beggar left, Li Muchan, who had been unconscious for a long time, slowly opened a pair of deep eyes, which were red and bloodshot.
That hurt.
But his eyes were very clear, clearer than ever before.
Pretending to be dead is one of the techniques he has honed over the years to save his life.
"Ye Kai, Flying Swordsman, Lin Xian'er, Shangguan Xiaoxian?"
The names came to mind one by one, especially the last one.
In the past, the "Money Gang" sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, sweeping across 63 provinces in the south, seven north, and dominating the black and white. Under those double rings.
And this person is the daughter of Lin Xianer and Shangguan Jinhong.
"Money helps make the country rich and powerful?"
