The night is over and the sky is bright, Chang'an is covered with snow.
As one of the ancient cities with the deepest heritage in the world, in addition to the clan ancestral halls that have long been in decline, there are also many old houses that no one cares about and have been abandoned for many years.
Against the falling snow, in an old house in the west of the city, in the dry well in the backyard, a figure was climbing out of the well mouth with great difficulty.
Snow has fallen thickly in the garden, and several plum trees growing crookedly are taking root in the garden, with their flowers in full bloom.
Li Muchan grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth, then tightened his grip on the person on his back.
At this point where they were almost at the end of their rope, the two no longer had the tit-for-tat spirit they had before, and no longer had any suspicion of each other. Their seriously injured bodies were shivering from the cold, their lips were purple, and they were shivering from the cold.
"Mom, don't drive Xiaoxian away, I will be obedient..."
Listening to the vague words of the person on his back, Li Muchan was too lazy to distinguish the truth from the lies. Anyway, they came out, but the bones of this man's body were so hot that they were like a furnace. He thought he was seriously injured and contracted the wind and cold.
"I wonder what's going on over there in Lengxiang Garden? Will the remaining people be..."
He swallowed the snow in his mouth, carrying Shangguan Xiaoxian on his back, and was already thinking secretly in his mind. However, when the thought came to his mind, Li Muchan suddenly paused on the spot, his expression became unnaturally stiff, and there was an unprecedented feeling of pain in his bones. The chill made him shiver.
Because, under the few plum trees that had nothing just now, there was an extra person at some time, a man wearing a bamboo hat.
This person came silently and stood silently, elusive and invisible. The eaves of his hat were extremely low, and there was a gray cloth cloak covered with dust behind him, motionless in the wind and snow.
This is a swordsman, because he carries a sword at his waist, and the posture of holding the sword is different from that of ordinary swordsmen, with the hilt facing to the left. A pair of dead gray eyes look out from under the eaves, lifeless, as if they do not belong to a living person. There is no expression and no life, just embedded in the sallow and thin eye sockets.
Not just this one person.
Mother Liu had rushed over from the other side. She no longer looked as scary as before. Instead, she was extremely nervous, staggering with injuries all over her body.
Of course she was not worried about Li Muchan, but worried about Shangguan Xiaoxian. She took three steps and two steps at a time, then cautiously stopped and called Shangguan Xiaoxian softly: "Miss!"
Li Muchan didn't dare to move and let Liu's mother carry Shangguan Xiaoxian down.
But he suddenly felt a pain in his right shoulder. He turned around and saw that Shangguan Xiaoxian seemed to have regained consciousness and seemed to be more awake. She was lying on his shoulder. She lowered her head and took a bite. Blood oozed from the bite. Her silver teeth were stained red, and she glared at him fiercely, her eyes blurred, and she gasped vaguely: "Li, you must remember that this scar was left by me."
This woman is still thinking about fighting.
Li Muchan said "Huh" and forced a smile to himself: "Okay, I remember!"
The man in a bamboo hat glanced at Li Muchan, turned around and uttered one word concisely: "Let's go!"
Even the voice is neither sad nor happy, as if it has become indifferent to life and death, which makes people tremble.
When the man said to leave, Liu's mother picked up Shangguan Xiaoxian and followed him quickly.
"The deadly swordsman, Jing Wuming?" Li Muchan stood there with an expressionless face, but the hair on the back of his hands had stood up, and his back was wet with cold sweat, "It's so awesome."
He wiped the blood from his shoulder, held the knife at his waist, coughed a few times, and let out a long breath.
But he never expected that Mother Liu would suddenly come back, her bloated body like a bouncing ball. After just a few seconds, she was already in front of him, holding a book in her hand.
Li Muchan was a little puzzled, but when he took it and took a look, he saw that the book was actually a portrait, and it was all pictures of beauties in various poses, confusing all living beings. There were also many formulas on the side, which turned out to be "The Great Technique of Enchanting Girls" 》.
He took out the two magic books of the demon sect from his arms knowingly.
Mother Liu didn't even look at him. She took the secret book and left as fast as she could.
Li Muchan put away the book, his eyes were a little strange. With the martial arts left by Shangguan Jinhong, why should he practice the magic method again? Could there be some secret hidden in it?
But he didn't think about it carefully. Who doesn't have secrets? He had just discovered that the martial arts in "Girl's Enchantment" actually complemented each other with "Clavicle Ecstasy Buddha Scroll". Many of them had been there before. Whatever I didn't understand, everything became clear at this moment.
Li Muchan smiled. He closed his eyes and felt the falling snow and frost flying between the sky and the earth, the biting cold wind, and his smile gradually became wilder.
Then, he opened his eyes and strode into the snow, walking in the opposite direction to Shangguan Xiaoxian.
…
Three days later.
It was night, and the cold moon was in the sky.
Outside Lengxiang Garden, in the cold wind and frost, a new soymilk shop opened at an unknown time and started doing business.
Since there was a fire in Lengxiang Garden three days ago and many people died, the place has become increasingly deserted and few people come.
But at the door of the shop, there was a tall and large vermilion flagpole standing alone in the sky, overlooking Chang'an.
As soon as the lights were on, I saw a figure with a very strange movement, as if it had no bones, like a snake coiled around the flagpole, straight to the top, and then hung a huge flag, and let out a "wolf" sound from its mouth. Howl-like.
A long roar shook all directions.
He is the person who holds the banner of the "Blue Dragon Society".
In an instant, at the intersections of the alleys and alleys in Chang'an City, some vendors who were walking on the street selling and shouting changed their pace one after another. Their ordinary steps suddenly became light and strange, some turned over and jumped onto the cornices, or some walked vertically. He disappeared into the dark night, paying attention to the movements in all directions.
And in front of the soy milk shop, a figure walked over.
This person is Li Muchan. He has changed his clothes, put on a cloak, and covered his face with a mask.
As soon as he approached the lonely soybean milk shop, countless eyes full of murderous intent were cast towards him in the night; but as Li Muchan took out a token from his arms, these murderous intents receded like the tide, and disappeared into the darkness. invisible.
In the small shop, the same honest man who was suspected to be a descendant of the Sun family was still making soy milk.
Seeing that Li Muchan was still alive, the other party seemed surprised and thoughtfully served him a bowl of soy milk.
Not only this person, Li Muchan walked in front of him, and a sharp shadow suddenly appeared in the night. He walked around, and his body shape changed unpredictably in an instant, as if he had transformed from one body into two, and his momentum was erratic in the dim light of the street lamp. When he could see clearly, he saw the fire flickering and a person sitting in the corner.
This man is tall and thin, silent, his face is covered by a dragon-head mask, his collar is erect, and his green robe is trailing to the ground. It is difficult to tell his age.
Then came the second one, without hearing his footsteps, under the moon, like a flying goddess on a Dunhuang mural, she jumped into the sky from a distance and flew over. The white ribbon rose in the wind, flew across the long street, passed over the head, and finally Shi Shiran sat down.
This is the woman in white in the "Forest of One Hundred Ghosts" that day.
The third one is a sedan, a very gorgeous sedan, bejeweled and extremely luxurious.
The sedan was flying in the air, coming from afar, and the people carrying the sedan were four masters who could make a name for themselves in the world with their light skills, but at this moment they all became sedan bearers. The four people put their feet in the air and tapped their feet on the corners of the roof to gain strength. Suddenly, the sedan floated into the air as if it was moving sideways, and then slowly fell down.
Before landing, someone flew out of the sedan and sat down.
He seemed to be an old man.
The fourth one was a somewhat down-and-out man. No one saw clearly how he appeared at the door. When they found him, he was already in the store; he had old boots and a worn scabbard, but he was wearing a Brand new robe, whiter than snow, long hair disheveled, smell of alcohol still on his body, and a sword in his hand.
The last one was the young man in rich clothes that Li Muchan saw in the "Hundred Ghost Forest" that day. He came unhurriedly and left slowly.
No, this is not the last one, the big dragon head has not come yet.
"Everyone, it's been a long time!"
Sure enough, when the voice came, Li Muchan felt a strand of white hair swinging by her side, and there was already another person in the shop.
This man seemed to recognize Li Muchan and asked, "What are you holding in your hand?"
Li Muchan didn't say anything, he just opened the package he brought, and two human heads instantly appeared under the light. They were the heads of the four heavenly kings of the Demon Cult, "East China Sea Jade Xiao" and "Lu Di".
The man nodded and said, "Very good. From now on, you will be the Seventh Dragon Head of the Blue Dragon Society."
Seven dragon heads?
Li Muchan was stunned at first, and then was horrified. How could it be seven?
If three of them had not been killed in the crypt, how could the Qinglong Society still have seven dragon heads?
…
At the same time, somewhere outside Chang'an, Shangguan Xiaoxian's injuries had also recovered somewhat. She stood in front of the window, looking at the moon outside the window, reflecting her rosy cheeks, her black hair was scattered, and her body was thin. Wrapped in a cloak, there was a charcoal stove in front of him.
Shangguan Xiaoxian rubbed his hands and sighed: "This time, I couldn't test the depth of the Qinglong Club."
Mother Liu was surprised: "How could it be possible? Didn't you kill three dragon heads, Miss?"
Shangguan Xiaoxian smiled lowly: "How can it be possible? No one knows the identities of those dragon heads. Except for the Xiao family in Luoyang, the remaining ones are hidden deeper than the last and are unfathomable. So, I might as well It is a bold guess that the three who died were just short-lived ghosts wearing masks who thought they were dragon heads."
"This step is really clever." She sighed, "Where is the lobby master?"
Liu's mother reported back: "It was folded in Lengxiang Garden."
Shangguan Xiaoxian was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled: "It doesn't matter, I have found a new candidate for the lobby master."
After saying that, she said seriously: "What does Brother Jing think of him?"
In the darkness behind Shangguan Xiaoxian, a pair of deathly gray eyes slowly raised: "I saw terrible ambition in his eyes."
Mother Liu finally came to her senses: "Miss, are you talking about that loser?"
Shangguan Xiaoxian chuckled: "A person who seemed least likely to survive survived to the end. It's amazing. Putting myself in his shoes, I'm afraid I wouldn't necessarily have a result like his."
At the end of the sentence, her eyes lit up and she said word by word: "I'm going to seduce him!"
