Elder Tie Er's back was unknowingly wet with a layer of cold sweat.
He never expected that there were so many murderous intentions hidden on both sides of the Qinhuai River, and they were all such masters.
But when he thought of the promise of the person on his shoulders, he could only run wildly.
Seeing that Qin Xiaotian was about to snatch it, Elder Yan raised the tip of his sword and hooked it towards the opponent's wrist like a flying swallow. The sword was whirling in the air, and then there was a "stab" sound, and Qin Xiaotian's chest was cut open. A corner of the apricot-yellow bottom shirt was exposed.
Elder Yan San's cheeks tightened, and his voice was sharp and sharp: "Money Gang?"
Good guy.
Elder Tie Er had a strange expression. He really couldn't figure out how Li Muchan got to where he is now; the two cronies around him, one was the altar leader of the "Qinglong Society" and the other was the eyes and ears of the "Money Gang", did not One is one's own.
Just when the situation was changing one after another and everything was dizzying, several more figures came after them. Some of them don't even understand why they are chasing, but human nature is like this. The more people fight for it, the more others think it is a good thing. Especially when someone hears the word "gongzi", they have to chase it.
In particular, the whereabouts of the "Clavicle Ecstasy Buddha Scroll" are currently unknown, and the slightest bit of strangeness is enough to shake the world.
"Put him down."
The speaker is Guo Ding.
Qin Xiaotian said impatiently: "Go away, the Money Gang is doing its work. Anyone who dares to stop him will be shot to death!"
This man simply stopped covering up.
"Money Gang!"
"Money Gang?"
"Ah, the money gang!"
…
The exclamations with different tones immediately shocked many people.
"Money Gang!"
The cold gleam in Guo Ding's eyes became even worse. He had already drawn his sword, and with a "choking" sound, the sword's light was dazzling, approaching Qin Xiaotian.
Qin Xiaotian's hair twitched and his expression turned ugly: "Boy, you are looking for death."
He immediately turned around and pounced, facing the sword light.
But as soon as Qin Xiaotian retreated, he suddenly saw a thin figure floating across the distance. The bamboo stick in his hand was bent towards the ankles of Elder Tie Er. It was the old man holding the "Lanshan Ancient Sword".
This man used a staff as a sword, and his swordsmanship was exquisite. His sword moved like a dragon and a snake. It only circled twice in the air, and he had already pushed the sword away from Elder Yan San's hand, and even swiped it at Elder Tie Er's ankle.
Elder Tie Er suddenly felt numbness in his right leg, immediately lost his center of gravity and almost fell out. But during his delay, the old man picked up Li Muchan with his bamboo stick and used his strong inner strength. He grabbed it with his big hand, turned around and stepped on the water, swept up the river, and plunged into the night.
All this happened too fast, too fast for anyone to react.
Elders Tie Er and Yan San suddenly called out urgently: "That is the ghost master. If anyone is rescued, whether it is money, treasures or magical weapons, all requests will be granted and no promise will be broken."
"Chase!"
When a group of people heard this, their eyes were red.
…
On the other side, Li Muchan was carried in the old man's hand and ran wildly, walking left and right in Jinling City, going around and around, and finally came to an old dilapidated house.
The man first scanned the surroundings very vigilantly, then carefully put Li Muchan down, and laughed softly: "Young Master Ghost, there is no need to pretend to be asleep, you are out of the siege now, it is safe here."
Li Muchan opened his eyes, looked at the old man, pondered for a while, and asked, "Who are you?"
The old man held the ancient Blue Mountain sword in his hand and said calmly: "My surname is Lan. I heard that the ghost master's hands and eyes can reach the sky, so I have something to ask for."
There was not much expression on Li Muchan's face, but her eyes were slightly narrowed: "What do you want?"
"That's easy to say. I wonder if Young Master Ghost has ever heard of a sword?" The old man smiled while stroking his hands, but before Li Muchan could respond, he became serious again, leaned closer and said, "Tear-stained Sword!"
Li Muchan suddenly laughed strangely: "But decades ago, he was famous all over the world and was called the number one sword in the world for 500 years?"
The old man's eyes lit up: "Yes, you really know."
Li Muchan sat on the ground and said with a smile, "Unfortunately, I don't know."
While paying attention to the noise outside, the old man joked: "Young Master Ghost can hide it from others, but you can't hide it from me. In the past six months, Xu Chongjin has collected many anecdotes and secret records in the world, and you have searched them all over the world. All kinds of rare treasures, I heard that the 'Tear-Stained Sword' is among them."
Li Muchan took a deep look at the other party, and there seemed to be a flash of surprise in his eyes, but he still said with regret: "The Money Gang sent people to Chang'an some time ago for this reason. Haha, they are still looking for a martial arts family named Zhuo." .”
The old man raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath: "'Zi Qi Dong Lai' Zhuo Dong Lai?"
He seemed to be picking up Li Muchan's words, but also seemed to be speaking to himself.
When he mentioned this name, the old man's entire face changed, becoming solemn, cautious, and nervous.
His face suddenly turned cold, his previous smile completely gone, and he said coldly: "So, you really haven't found it? Then I can only kill you."
"Wait a minute," Li Muchan smiled unhurriedly: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. I didn't find the sword, but I found something else."
The old man's eyes rolled, and they suddenly glowed with blue light: "What is it?"
Li Muchan met the other party's eyes and said softly: "A box."
The ancestral hall suddenly became quiet, as quiet as death.
The two stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and Li Muchan could clearly see the brilliance in this man's eyes disappearing and disappearing, like a leaping fire, swaying, or like a turbulent mood.
After five or six breaths passed, the old man repeated in a hoarse and trembling voice: "A box...what box?"
Li Muchan smiled playfully and strangely: "Since you know about the Tears Sword, you should know that there is such a box in the world."
The old man chuckled: "Young Master Ghost is really amazing. He actually knows so many secrets of the world. Yes, this box is no worse than the 'Tear-stained Sword', and it is very scary... Where is the box?"
Li Muchan rolled his eyelids: "If I had a box, would I still be in this situation?"
The old house is ancient, even more dilapidated than the Yan clan's ancestral hall. There are numerous tombs on all sides. As soon as the night wind passes, will-o'-the-wisps appear everywhere, and there are rabbits and foxes running around in the forest. It seems that they are almost out of Jinling City.
The old man frowned: "What do you mean?"
Li Muchan sighed: "That thing is indeed extraordinary, but unfortunately it has already turned into dust due to years of rust."
The old man's eyes were filled with murderous intent: "You dare to play tricks on me?"
Li Muchan shook his head: "No, I don't have anything, but I do have the casting diagram of the box. As for the tear-stained sword, I think you might as well ask the big dragon head."
For a moment, all the expressions on the old man's face froze when he heard the words "Big Dragon Head". He twisted his neck, stared at Li Muchan, and suddenly showed a strange smile: "What do you mean?"
Li Muchan raised his head and said softly: "You know, you must already know that Dalong's surname is Zhuo, or it is related to a person named Zhuo, otherwise you wouldn't be so eager to find me, are you right? Four Dragon head. No, to be precise, I should call you Lord Di... I'm really sorry to meet you on such an occasion."
(End of chapter)
