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Why are there still seven dragon heads?
Looking at the masks on the faces of several people, Li Muchan suddenly understood and woke up.
The seven dragon heads may not represent seven people, but seven forces, seven sects, or seven extraordinary families; or, as long as anyone can wear these seven masks and survive, maybe You can become the leader of the "Blue Dragon Club".
terrible.
Li Muchan took a deep breath and sighed sincerely.
Because what is hidden behind the mask is no longer a simple existence, individual or even power, but endless desires.
He finally understood why the "Blue Dragon Society" could exist for so long.
As long as people have desires, they will want to sit in these seven seats and become the head of the dragon.
As long as desire continues, the "Blue Dragon Society" will always exist, even if the person behind the mask lives or dies, but who cares?
Like a poisonous dragon, devouring the desires of countless greedy people, it grows stronger day by day; perhaps once upon a time it was just an inconspicuous and insignificant force, but today, it has accumulated a strong foundation, including money, martial arts, With power, you can get wind by asking for wind, and get rain by calling for rain.
At this point, it is no longer "people control the situation", but "power controls people".
"You seem to always like to take a deep breath when something happens," Da Longshou sat under the shadow of the lamp. His tone of voice was very gentle, and his emotions could not be heard. "Bad habits will often become flaws, so stop it."
Li Muchan nodded: "I've been taught a lesson!"
Dalongshou seemed to admire him very much: "What do you think of Shangguan Xiaoxian?"
Li Muchan didn't expect the other party to ask such a question, and said softly: "The city is very deep, very scheming, clever, and ruthless; but she looks old and mature, but she is still a little immature. She is too young, and a young person always has shortcomings place, because she hasn’t experienced many things yet and is not mature enough.”
Da Longshou nodded: "Yes, each of us is constantly growing. No one is born perfect, so sometimes to achieve great things, it takes more than just one person. We need to support each other, and now Shangguan Xiaoxian has a capable person beside him. The one who makes her invincible.”
"Jing Wu Ming?" The young man in brocade clothes snorted coldly, "How dare he go to such great lengths by himself?"
Li Muchan suddenly understood.
So that's the case, no wonder all the dragon heads were present, but it was because of Jing Wuming.
The voice of the woman in white was very soft: "You are wrong. Jing Wuming's swordsmanship may be good enough, but it has not yet truly reached the level of invincibility, let alone the qualifications for us people to attack with all our strength; the truly terrifying thing is It was him who joined forces with Shangguan.”
The young man in brocade clothes asked in surprise: "How terrible is it?"
The woman in white said eloquently: "Perhaps you don't know that once upon a time, Shangguan Jinhong was no different from those of us here, and he played a very important role."
"Um?"
As soon as these words came out, most of the people in the soy milk shop moved their hands and blinked.
The meaning of this sentence is that Shangguan Jinhong was also a member of the 'Qinglong Society'.
The big dragon leader sighed softly: "Otherwise, how do you think he can rise up like mushrooms after a rain? You must know that everything requires capital. Most of the foundation of his 'Money Gang' in the past belongs to the 'Blue Dragon Society'."
"Hey, it's interesting," the Qingpao guest in the corner who came first and sat as straight as a pine tree said with a strange smile, "It's really interesting. I betrayed the 'Qinglong Society', and my daughter rebelled against the 'Demon Cult'. Sure enough, there is a father." There must be a daughter.”
The young man in brocade couldn't help but remind him: "What's so great about it?"
The woman in white said again: "Because Jing Wuming was trained and trained by Shangguan Jinhong, his swordsmanship was born for the 'Dragon and Phoenix Double Ring'. In other words, he was born to make up for Shangguan Jinhong's flaws. .”
"A person with no flaws?" The old man among the dragon heads murmured, "It's scary."
Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming. Of these two people, one killed "Old Man Tianji" and the other killed "Songyang Iron Sword". Alone, they had already changed the mood of the world. Now that they join forces, who can be defeated?
The old man continued to sigh: "It's a pity that Shangguan Jinhong died of arrogance. He was only half a step away from dominating the world. He and Jing Wuming were obviously capable of being invincible in the world, but they wanted to try Xiao Li's Flying Sword to achieve dominance. It was all in vain, and now I just don’t know if his daughter will make the same mistake again."
During the conversation, I saw someone kneeling on one knee outside the door: "Thank you to the big dragon head, the acupuncture points underground have been opened."
Li Muchan had been just listening, listening to the secrets and anecdotes of the world that he was not qualified to know; but when he heard that the underground acupuncture points were opened so quickly, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.
I think the "Qinglong Society" must have many skilled craftsmen under its command, and there are a lot of people, so it is possible to be so fast.
"Where are the things inside?" Big Dragon Head asked.
The man replied: "No more."
The big dragon head smiled slightly and sighed: "It's a waste of time."
The young man in brocade said, "Our eyes and ears have spread throughout Chang'an City, and things are probably still in the city."
Dalongshou said casually: "That would be too troublesome. If she buries the treasure deep underground, will we turn Chang'an upside down? And there may be traps... let people keep an eye on those. Things always see the light of day again.”
After that, he actually got up and left.
As soon as the big dragon head left, the woman in white and the fallen swordsman who had never said a word and smelled of alcohol also walked out.
In the soy milk shop, the remaining people were still sitting by themselves.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," the old man who came in the sedan suddenly said in amazement, laughing again and again, looking at the sword in the hand of the poor swordsman, his eyes flashed with light, "I don't know where the big dragon head recruited such an incredible person. A character."
The young man in brocade still had the same arrogant tone: "Is he very powerful?"
The old man chuckled and said: "I don't know if people are powerful, but that sword is really powerful, and it is no small matter. The owner of this sword was even more powerful than Fei Swordsman and Jing Wuming."
The young man asked: "When was that year?"
"It's been a few years," the old man was dressed elegantly, like an old Confucian scholar, and his hands were extremely delicate and smooth. The old man responded on the ground, "Probably before the 'King of Nine Provinces' Shen Tianjun became famous."
The young man looked horrified and said: "First?"
The old man smiled and said: "Of course it's number one."
At this point, the origin of this sword is ready to be revealed.
Because there are records about this sword among the many secret anecdotes of the world collected by the Qinglong Society.
"Sword of Eternal Life!"
Qing Pao Ke's voice was a little deep and hoarse, like the friction of gold and stone or the attack of a sword. It was full of penetration. It fell heavily in the shop, fell on everyone's ears, and penetrated the heart and lungs.
Hearing this name, several people couldn't help but hold their breath.
There was something different about Li Muchan. He shrank his shoulders as if he felt a little cold, but his eyes concealed surprise, awe, and suspicion.
Because this sword had conquered the world long before Shen Tianjun became famous in the world, he was considered invincible.
At that time, there were no seven dragon heads, only twelve hall masters.
But what remains unchanged is always the big dragon head.
The old man's eyes had changed from full of smile to a bit strange: "I didn't expect that even the 'Sword of Eternal Life' would reappear in the world."
While he was talking, the old man got up and left his seat, slipped into the sedan chair, and walked away in an erratic way.
At this point, the remaining people in the shop also left one after another, except for Li Muchan who was still sitting.
"These people are so mysterious!"
He sighed, then turned to look at the man surnamed Sun who never said a word or even raised his head, just cooking soy milk, and finally looked along the wooden stick in his hand to the soy milk in the pot.
At this glance, Li Muchan's pupils shrank suddenly. He only knew that the other party was a master, but he didn't expect him to be so high.
But when the stick was stirred, the soy milk seemed to be pushed to the outside of the iron pot by a strange force, revealing the black bottom of the pot in the middle. The soy milk was not in the shape of a vortex or a funnel, but like a dancing white The banners were whirling around the wooden sticks, making no sound and rising higher and higher.
Suddenly, Li Muchan took a step back and almost screamed. The muscles on the arm of the person in front of him suddenly bulged, and he picked it up with his stick. The pot of soy milk weighing more than a hundred kilograms was incredibly picked out, and it circled in the air first like a long dragon, and then like a ball. The white waves were flying and rolling, and some of the bean dregs and bean skins inside were instantly crushed without a trace, and finally slipped into the pot without spilling a drop.
Incredible skills.
Only then did he remember that there was more than one descendant of the best in the world in this small shop.
"Is this the secret stick?"
Li Muchan didn't ask this question, he just smiled bitterly and turned to leave. There was already a gorgeous carriage waiting for him outside the door, and there was also a very exquisite jade box in the carriage.
Inside the box were a dragon-headed mask, a token, and a secret letter that had been prepared.
He sat on it, put on his mask, and followed the carriage slowly away.
After a long time, a sigh floated in the night wind: "It's finally about to begin!"
