It's quiet at night.
On the ancient road outside the mountain, a figure was walking against the bright moonlight above, stepping on the frost in the forest.
This man was wearing a large hat and a gray cotton-padded jacket. His pace was vigorous and fast, heading straight to the west.
Under the edge of the hat, there is a face that is half hidden in the shadows and half exposed in the moonlight. As the breath is breathed in and out between the mouth and nose, you can see clouds of white air floating in the cold wind.
His breath was a little thick, like a wounded tiger, and there was a sense of sadness all over his body.
But his blood was still hot.
He is Qiu Xiaolou.
Qiu Xiaolou's footsteps moved quickly, just like a tiger patrolling the mountain. All the beasts ran away along the way, and jackdaws flew up in the forest in shock.
Listening to the jackdaw's screams, the murderous aura in Qiu Xiaolou's eyes suddenly increased. He raised his cold eyes and waved his big hand with a sword. The jackdaw in front of him immediately broke its wings and fell in front of him.
Without saying a word, he grabbed one, put it to his mouth, and drank the blood wholeheartedly.
Qiu Xiaolou felt hatred in his heart.
In the past decades, he had only been hated by others, and now he finally tasted hatred.
And he gritted his teeth with hatred that was unforgettable, and it was even more painful than killing him.
It's a shame that he has worked so hard for decades, and now it's all made for Li Muchan's wedding dress.
How could you not hate it?
He wished he could even take a bite of it, his eyes filled with blood.
Such a great hatred far exceeds the hatred of taking away his wife, and is better than the blood feud of killing his father. It will never be washed away even if all the water in the world is drained.
Fortunately, there is still a chance and a chance for revenge.
Because he is still alive.
Qiu Xiaolou really didn't expect that Li Muchan would let him go, how dare he.
If it were him, he would definitely not leave any trouble behind, he would definitely eradicate it and kill them all.
However, since he survived, Qiu Xiaolou was determined to make Li Muchan regret it.
There are still tens of thousands of demons in the west. So what if Sun Xingyu is a traitor? How could he be unprepared? He still has a son, a daughter-in-law, and a group of cronies. Moreover, he has secretly asked Bronze Tuo to withdraw from the battlefield early and go first. West.
"Li Muchan...if I don't avenge this, I swear I won't be a human being."
"hehe."
Suddenly, a charming and charming laughter sounded under the moon.
Then I saw a touch of red clothing that seemed to come from the sky, suddenly floated over, and landed on the crown of an old tree.
The red clothes fluttered like fire, and the visitor chuckled and said: "I never thought that the dignified leader of the Demon Cult would end up in such a predicament... You have managed a good situation like this, what qualifications do you have to think about revenge? What if I You, just wipe your neck with a knife and forget it."
Qiu Xiaolou raised his eyes and saw the man standing in the wind, looking down with his hands behind his hands, his shining eyes narrowed into two crescent moons. He was Shangguan Xiaoxian, the leader of the Money Gang.
Shangguan Xiaoxian yawned lazily and said slowly: "Put the things on your back down and I'll let you go, how about that?"
Qiu Xiaolou's face was expressionless. There was only one thing on his back, which was a wooden box. In the box was placed the sacred object of the Demon Sect, the green jade wand.
It’s not just Shangguan Xiaoxian.
Another person stepped out from the shadow under the moon.
This man is tall and thin, with a long and green face, and double hooks hanging from his waist, parting hooks.
The brilliance in Shangguan Xiaoxian's eyes skyrocketed, and a domineering and violent aura suddenly filled her delicate and delicate body. Shock spread everywhere, her phoenix eyes were cold, and she said with a smile: "Your Majesty has a rare weapon in his hand, and he is not a member of the Qinglong Society. , neither from Li Muchan, nor from my money gang, where did you come from?"
The man raised his eyes slightly, turned slightly, and saw another person walking out from the other end.
It was the great dragon leader Gong Ziyu.
Gong Ziyu looked at the other party and said curiously: "I want to know too."
The man's eyes were deep and unwavering, and then his lips moved slightly and he said two words, two words that made Shangguan Xiaoxian stop laughing and made Young Master Yu stare.
What kind of words would those be?
…
Late at night.
Some people have already fallen asleep, while others are still asleep.
Above the waves of the long lake, a huge and exquisite building boat is rippling in the center of the lake.
Li Muchan leaned against the window, looking at the moon outside the window, and exhaled a long breath of relief.
It is not easy to walk on thin ice and be frightened every step of the way.
"Woooo..."
Under the moonlight, Li Muchan's plain shirt is half open, her black hair is scattered, she is holding a long flute in both hands and playing a tune to the moon.
The melody is long and high, swinging across the lake and passing over the mountains, as if telling a distant dream, a dream of rivers and lakes.
It seemed that it had been a long time since he had been so leisurely and relaxed, and it had also been a long time since he had slept soundly and had sweet dreams. The most recent time was three years ago.
For more than three years, he had been having nightmares and did not dare to sleep for long. In the first year, every time he closed his eyes, he would always wake up from nightmares, dreaming that his identity was exposed, his ambitions were exposed, or he died unexpectedly.
But in the second and third years, he rarely dreamed, because he had very little time to sleep. He either meditated, adjusted his breath, or practiced meditation. He was thinking about how to become better almost all the time. powerful.
It is not difficult for a person to face his own instincts, but what is difficult is to restrain them or even control them.
Shangguan Jinhong did this very well.
This man is obviously the most powerful person in the world, and he is as rich as any country, but he is not greedy for enjoyment at all, he does not love beauty, he does not drink fine wine, and he is not even particular about food, clothing, housing and transportation.
But this person is not free from desire. On the contrary, this person has a very strong desire, and he only wants one thing, which is "power". This desire is so strong that it actually overrides all kinds of enjoyment, even the desire for food, wine, and beautiful women. , Therefore, under this desire, everything else is just a mortal weed and can be discarded.
However, Li Muchan didn't like this.
He still likes to enjoy. If he doesn't enjoy it, how can he feel the joy of success?
The sound of Xiao was far away and faded.
Li Muchan put down Chang Xiao and was already thinking about how to make a plan.
Now that the situation has been decided, the three pillars stand firm. As for the "Excalibur Villa", it is still inferior to the "Money Gang" and "Qinglong Society". Although Xie Wangsun has great ambitions, it is a pity that he is not a qualified boss. Even if Xie Xiaofeng is amazing and talented, , now it is absolutely difficult to compete with the three of them.
Moreover, Li Muchan was extremely confident that he could bring about the collapse of these Jiangnan martial arts families without any effort.
In the final analysis, these aristocratic families just want to use the Xie family to rise, or seek self-protection. But now that he has a better choice, and he is rich and powerful, anyone who is not a fool knows how to make a choice.
As for the Demon Sect, even if Qiu Xiaolou arrives in the West safe and sound, there will only be one end, and that is to be betrayed.
There are tens of thousands of demons, but they are all good and bad. If these elites are still there, the demons will still be afraid of them. But Qiu Xiaolou is now alone, with a broken arm and an injury. How can the demons live in peace? I'm afraid It has already been torn apart, waiting to stab the leader of the Demon Cult in the back.
Or maybe the "Money Gang" and the "Blue Dragon Society" share these people.
That's even better.
Although these people are numerous, they are also a huge burden. They are also unruly and unruly, and they are even more of a disaster.
Because the more this is the case, the easier it is to instigate rebellion.
Li Muchan hopes that the two forces will recruit the demons under their command.
Late at night.
The sound of someone's flute came from the night wind.
Li Muchan was lost in thought, but suddenly, he raised his eyebrows like a sword, and as if he felt something strange in the corner of his eyes, he turned to look at a table beside him.
A red monk's robe is spread out on the table.
It is said to be a monk's robe, more like a huge piece of cloth.
As the moonlight penetrated, a little bit of light seemed to flow through the inner part of the monk's robe, intertwining with strange textures and vaguely forming the outline of a Buddha's shadow.
Li Muchan's eyes flickered, he stood up and walked over...
Transition Chapter
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