March 29th is unlucky.
Everything is inappropriate.
Luoyang.
It is spring in the south of the Yangtze River, but the frost and snow are still cold in the north.
A sudden snowfall covered up the emerging greenery and covered it with a thick layer.
However, just when the sky was getting dark, a fast horse broke through the morning frost and rushed in from outside the city.
The people on horseback, with frost on their brows and snow on their backs, hurried to Tongtuo Alley.
This place has long been the headquarters of the "Money Gang", feared by the northern martial arts community, feared by both black and white, dominating the world, and laughing proudly in all directions.
The visitor was breathing heavily, and after being passed on, he ran into a house and came to a white jade-like hall.
"'Zhu San, the One-Handed Ape, has met the deputy gang leader!"
In the pavilion, a man in yellow shirt stood upright, like a cold plum in the snow that had not withered yet, and like a silent ancient sword, exuding a coldness that cut through the skin and bone. .
This man did not look back, he just stood by the window, looking at the snow outside the window and the plum blossoms in the snow, and said one word concisely.
"speak."
Perhaps he had followed that person for so long that he also developed the habit of not liking to sit down. He always liked to stand and was always ready to face the enemy.
"Deputy Gang Leader, the Qinglong Society has moved."
The messenger was a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and bright eyes. He looked like a running ape when he walked around. It's a pity that this man's arms were born with incomplete arms, one long and one short. One hand is slender, and the other hand looks like it is made of pig iron. The joints are extremely thick, and the arm is like a diamond-like iron bone.
The man in yellow shirt turned around after hearing this: "Go on."
Zhu San lowered his eyebrows and said hurriedly: "There is news from the south that the 'Tianxia Alliance' has been captured by the 'Qinglong Society'. The leader of the alliance, Li Muchan, has fled to the west, and Gong Ziyu has issued a secret order. Three hundred and sixty-five This branch of the martial arts world is taking the martial arts world by storm by carrying out the 'Green Dragon Changing the World' move."
The man in yellow shirt is of course Jing Wuming.
There was no expression on his face, only a pair of amber eyes exuding a beast-like light, which was strange and extraordinary. Even when he heard that the Qinglong Society was about to cause a catastrophe, his expression did not change at all.
Today, looking at the entire world, if Li Xunhuan can't come out, who can make him change his mind?
Even the Flying Swordsman was indifferent to him.
Jing Wuming stared at Zhu San and sighed with neither sadness nor joy: "Li Muchan lost? What a pity."
His tone was a little cold, as if this was the only emotion left.
Jing Wuming suddenly asked again: "Is there anything else?"
Zhu San whispered vaguely: "Yes!"
Jing Wuming didn't seem to hear clearly: "What did you say?"
Zhu San lowered his head and raised his voice a bit: "Gong Ziyu also said..."
Jing Wuming walked closer.
"He said..." As he spoke, Zhu San suddenly changed his attitude. Full of murderous intent, he stepped in and raised his right hand, which was like a diamond-like iron bone, with a strike like lightning. Pointing at the Tanzhong point on Jing Wuming's heart, "Big Dragon Head asked me to send you on your way."
Also raised at the same time was Zhu San's sinister smile.
As soon as he pointed out, the man's fingers flew, and he poked and dotted to seal the nine key points on Jing Wuming's heart.
Jing Wuming just stood there, but the strong wind spread from his chest and pushed the tables and chairs in the hall aside.
The wooden windows shook, and frost and snow squeezed in.
Jing Wuming's face remained expressionless, but ridicule, sarcasm, and cold murderous intent flashed across his eyes.
Zhu San's heart panicked, as if he could capture a dragon with one hand, the tiger's mouth was wide open and it was already thrusting towards Jing Wuming's throat.
But the next moment, Jing Wuming, who should have been unable to move, raised his left hand.
Zhu San's pupils shrank sharply, as if he was struck by lightning. He hurriedly slowed down his attack and flew away. At the same time, he took out a golden cylinder from his arms and clicked the mechanism.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
In an instant, dozens of golden streams of light seemed to bloom in the hall, turning into a torrential rain, submerging Jing Wuming in it, and each stream of light was a hidden arrow, quenching the poison.
Jing Wuming had raised his left hand, and at the same time he also raised his sword light.
There were no hands in the empty sleeves, only a dagger hidden deep inside.
This hand was broken more than twenty years ago.
The gray sword light lit up out of thin air, and suddenly, all the light disappeared and disappeared.
"Hmm...the big acupoint relocation method?"
Zhu San's face turned red and purple, and he fell down in despair, his throat turning a little red.
Lu Xiaojia rushed in, looking at the corpse on the ground and then at his master. His expression was a little strange, but he seemed to have been used to it for a long time. It seemed that this was not the first time this happened.
"There's news from the south," Lu Xiaojia was about to elaborate when Lu Xiaojia suddenly reacted and looked at the body at her feet, "Has he already said it?"
Jing Wuming said: "I told you."
Lu Xiaojia sighed: "Then what should we do next? The Demon Sect's eastward march has just ended, and the strength of all parties has not yet recovered, and their strength has been greatly damaged. It is really a headache for the 'Blue Dragon Society' to choose to take action at this time."
The light in Jing Wuming's eyes became brighter and brighter.
He slowly and seriously said every word: "If you pass the order, the disciples of the gang will immediately use Luoyang City as a stronghold and gradually gather in. At the same time, pay attention to the reactions of the major families in the city. If there are any eyes and ears of the 'Qinglong Society', they will be killed without mercy." Don’t stay...Also, beware of Li Muchan, this person has not been defeated before seeing his body, he will never kill without aim, and..."
Jing Wuming, who used to cherish words like gold, said this in one breath. After a slight pause, his tone became more serious: "I saw the shadow of that person in him."
That person's shadow?
Lu Xiaojia put away the casualness in his eyes. He knew what Jing Wuming meant. That person was, of course, Shangguan Jinhong, the old leader of the "Money Gang".
Jing Wuming said again: "He is retreating in order to advance. With his retreat, the ambition of the 'Qinglong Society' was exposed, and the power of the temple was also revealed. Now, the 'Qinglong Society' seems to be a single family. But just like the 'Demon Cult' back then, it became the target of public criticism, but he himself could sit on the sidelines and think about countermeasures, and he was going to deal with the Qinglong Society."
Lu Xiaojia was also a little surprised: "But he is injured!"
Jing Wuming held his right hand behind his back: "But he is not dead yet... Moreover, the strength he has shown this time is also to calm people's hearts and frighten the enemies."
Lu Xiaojia was silent. He was a killer. Although he was very smart, he was not yet familiar with the power struggles and people's control of the world.
But now he understands.
This kind of person was originally feared by everyone in the world, but now he has shown great strength. If this kind of person does not die, who can feel at ease? How dare you feel at ease?
But the people under him will definitely feel at ease.
It was also on the same day that all parties in the world took action.
In a certain grand old mansion.
"You actually missed it."
In a deserted and elegant study room, Bai Yujing stood with lowered eyebrows and eyes lowered.
The voice just now came from behind an emerald screen not far away.
Although it sounds old, it gives people the illusion of being very energetic and very young. It is also extremely clear and soft.
Outside the study is a plum forest in full bloom, with pavilions, waterside pavilions, and mansions in the forest.
This is definitely not a residence that ordinary people can have. Those who can live here are often either rich or noble, and they are indescribably noble people with gold and silver in the sky.
The voice said very slowly: "I am not passing this sword to you to make you feel how great you are. Some things can only be taken back by your own means and surrendered with your own hands. That is yours." . The 'Qinglong Club' was given to him by me. If you can't get it back, it means it doesn't belong to you. Do you understand what I mean?"
Bai Yujing's lowered eyes shrank slightly, and his mouth went dry as he said, "I understand, kid!"
The air seemed to be frozen.
After a long time, I heard the voice continue to say leisurely: "You said that person has practiced the Wuxiang Magic Art? It's getting more and more interesting. It seems that no matter what era, there are always heroes and wizards... I remembered it. , Did Di Qinglin die in the hands of this person?"
Bai Yujing hurriedly said: "Yes."
The voice behind the screen sighed: "If you understand, just step back."
"yes!"
Bai Yujing lowered his head and exited the study step by step.
Not long after he left, someone vaguely murmured from behind the screen: "Qinglong changes his life? Haha, as time goes by and the world changes, who in this world still knows the boss Qinglong."
This voice seemed to be filled with emotion and sighing again and again, but at the end of the words, he said: "Di Qinglin will finally have a fight with my old friend. There are not many old friends left now. Forget it, you guys go try that Li Mu With Cicada's methods, I feel that this person will be a huge variable. If possible, we can avoid future troubles."
"yes!"
There was a strong wind and snow blowing outside, and there seemed to be no one there, but there were a few gloomy voices faintly heard.
…
After all, winter is not completely over yet.
This world has survived the harsh winter and is welcoming life, but can it survive the murderous intent that belongs to Jianghu?
And Li Muchan, can he survive this murderous attempt?
Something happened and I was delayed. Sorry.
(End of chapter)
