"It's easy to say. Master, just remember to prepare some silver."
The six people simply left a word, only appeared once, turned around and disappeared into the market again, leaving neatly.
Li Muchan looked at the clear and turbid water in the river and muttered in a low voice: "Rakshasa Cult? Interesting."
Just like the three sects and nine sects in the martial arts world of the Central Plains, in the West, in addition to the supreme and most powerful demon sect, there are also many sects and forces distributed in various places and annexing each other.
There are also some ambitious people who want to take advantage of the situation and rise.
Nowadays, the disintegration of the Demonic Sect not only gives great opportunities to the martial arts in the Central Plains, but the West is no exception. I think those forces in the west are now carving up and competing for the remaining foundation of the Demon Sect.
And these six people belong to another party besides the Demon Sect.
If a person wants to achieve great things, of course he must be fully prepared and leave several escape routes.
This road was his last resort after passing goods from north to south and to the countries in the western regions.
Just in case the Demonic Cult tried to burn bridges with him, of course he had to be prepared to deal with it at any time.
Fortunately, his luck is not too bad, and he has not been reduced to the point of traveling to the Western Regions.
And this Sanjiangkou is the stronghold responsible for delivering messages.
The location here is special. You can advance or retreat. If you advance, you can go straight to the Central Plains along the waterway. If you retreat, you can escape thousands of miles away, or to Dali, or to Tibet, or to hide in the hundreds of thousands of mountains. The sky is high and the sky is high, and there is unlimited vitality.
The difference is that this force used to collect money and take lives, but now it actually established a religion.
Without even thinking about it, he must have gained a lot of the Demonic Cult’s foundation and started to grow.
"pity."
If it hadn't been for the Qinglong Society thing, he would have really thought that even the forces from the Western Region would get involved, with thousands of demon sect elites and Tie Yan, coupled with the hidden weapons of "Peacock Villa", what kind of sect would this be? That religion is like a native chicken or a tile dog.
Thinking of this, Li Muchan calmed down his mind, turned around and stepped forward, lifting himself up and flying up a low hill as light as a swallow.
Seeing that he could have an unobstructed view of the scenery on the river, he just chose a relatively flat place to sit down.
If you don't care about the three things here, it will be difficult to manage the temple. If you don't care about the rivers and lakes, no one will be able to control it.
He wanted to see what kind of domineering person was coming, just waiting for him to come over.
As for the Central Plains Wulin, counting the time, Gong Ziyu is probably about to make a big move. Now that all the forces have been severely damaged by the battle at Taihu Lake, the longer it takes, the smaller the chance of winning, so they will never hesitate.
Li Muchan adjusted his breathing for a moment, took in and out of breath, thought for a while, and suddenly took out two things hidden close to his body from his lapel.
The same is the inheritance left to him by the Flying Swordsman, and the same is Qiu Xiaolou's sword skills.
One sword and one sword.
The skill of swordsmanship is unknown, but the skill of swordsmanship is famous.
The sword technique is written on paper, and the sword technique is written on cloth, which is called "One Style Divine Sword".
"If you practice this move, you must first achieve the 'unity of man and sword'. In this way, you can achieve the state of 'being served by the sword'. Feel the demonic nature of the sword, understand the vicious nature of the sword, imbue the violent nature of the sword, and use the sword to control people. , The sword is the human soul, the human being is the limbs of the sword, the sword is the human being, the human being is the sword..."
"Controlling people with a sword?"
Li Muchan only glanced at it and realized that it was said to be a sword technique, but it was more like some kind of martial arts concept, which seemed to have not yet been perfected. Moreover, what this move pursues is a certain spiritual state of having no thoughts and only one sword left, to the extreme, cutting out with one sword, no progress, no retreat, only life and death.
He raised his hand without any nostalgia, and the cloth turned into crumbs and powder between his fingers.
Turning his eyes, Li Muchan looked at the sword manual left by the Flying Swordsman.
I think it has been there for some time, and the pages are yellowed and old, but when I opened it and saw that his expression was a little more confused at first, then weird, and finally silent.
It's not that the swordsmanship recorded in it is anything amazing, it's just that it's ordinary, too ordinary.
With this move, not to mention him, even a seven or eight-year-old kid on the street could pull off a few moves in a decent manner.
I turned to the end in one breath, only to find a dozen pages, a total of thirteen sword moves, and each page was accompanied by a strange poem.
"Is there a secret inside?"
Thinking of this, Li Muchan couldn't help but feel dizzy, why do all the masters in the world like to play this trick.
These thirteen sword moves have no similarities or similarities. They are also incoherent and difficult to connect. As a result, the moves cannot be executed and the styles cannot be used. It is simply a complete mess.
The more Li Muchan looked, the more he frowned, and the more he looked, the more clueless he became.
Just sitting here lasts most of the day.
The sky is windy and the river is magnificent. Li Muchan sits cross-legged on the top of the mountain, meditating on the sword manual while paying attention to the changes on the river.
Before I knew it, the sun was setting on the horizon, and the setting sun was like fire.
But seeing the river water, one clear and one turbid, reflected by the afterglow, half as thick as blood ointment, and half as deep as ink, is extremely magical.
Li Muchan's eyes trembled slightly, his eyelids drooped, and he looked at the sword manual erroneously.
He looked at the few small paintings pointing here and there on the sword manual, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He stretched out his hand and folded the page in the middle, and suddenly only half of the portrait was left. He folded the other page again, and the portrait became half again. .
When the two were put together, they connected perfectly.
Moreover, when he folded it, the poem on the page also changed.
The poem left on this first page is "Qiankun wanders alone leaning on the sword", and the latter sentence is "You can reach the Xuanmen Gate with just one finger." After he folded it, the former only left the word "Qiankun", and the latter only left the word "Qiankun". The word "one finger".
Li Muchan's hand slowly fell down. He was silent for a long time, and it took a long time to pronounce these four words together.
"One finger from heaven and earth."
He knew that the inheritance left by the Flying Swordsman was unusual, but he did not expect that this was too extraordinary.
Qiankun points.
This was the father of the "Famous Hero" Shen Lang and the "King of Kyushu" Shen Tianjun who dominated the world and defeated Fairy Yunmeng and many other unparalleled martial arts.
"It turns out to be swordsmanship."
Li Muchan took a deep breath, frowning, with a complicated expression.
Flying Swordsman is really willing to spend a lot of money to take out such a thing.
He also understood what the other party meant.
I had thought about it when I first received this item, but I never expected it to be so amazing.
Without too much entanglement, Li Muchan quickly memorized all the secrets in it. Rubbing his hands together, the sword manual immediately turned into dust.
The hours passed little by little, the twilight was getting thicker, and the sky was getting darker.
Suddenly, a strong murderous intention came with the dusk wind, causing the birds on both sides of the river to fly away in fright.
coming.
Li Muchan suddenly turned his head.
But on a low mountain on the other side of the river, with the last ray of skylight, four tall and thin ghost-like figures were vaguely visible, standing on the top of the mountain like javelins.
"Not a member of the Blue Dragon Society? Could it be that he is a subordinate of that big fish? He came really fast."
Li Muchan confirmed the other party's identity almost instantly. He pressed his bamboo hat and stood up. The cold wind filled his clothes and looked at each other across the river.
The murderous intent in the dusk wind became even stronger, causing many people to shrink their heads and remain silent.
The four figures were as erratic as ghosts, with a sinister energy all over their bodies. They raised their feet and fell like meteors from the top of the mountain. Before they landed, their broad green robes suddenly rose up in the wind, turning into four green shadows and passing over the grass and trees. , swinging across the slopes and rushing towards the river, coming fast and urgent, reaching the center of the river in a blink of an eye.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a fast movement."
Seeing that the four of them were about to cross the river, Li Muchan calmly brushed off the dust from his body, took off his bamboo hat and raised his hand to shake. The bamboo hat in his hand instantly turned into a sharp shadow, flying down from the top of the mountain.
The four bodies were like arrows leaving the string, their movements were like flying, and their eyes were like cold lightning.
As he was about to cross the river, he saw a sharp shadow falling in front of him.
The bamboo hat was just made of woven bamboo strips. Now that it was thrown by Li Muchan, it fell to the ground and exploded like thunder and fire.
The four of them had expressionless faces, as if they were distracted, staring straight at Li Muchan.
These four people all have pale faces, clean and beardless faces, one is fat, one is thin, and the other two are slightly stronger.
"Four more eunuchs."
Li Muchan lowered his eyelids, smiled condescendingly, waved at the opponent with his right hand, then turned and walked into the night.
Not long after the four people arrived.
Suddenly, in the night wind, I heard a crisp sound of tinkling bells, coming from far to near, light and ethereal, and accompanied by bursts of fragrant wind.
But there was not one person coming, but a group of six people.
"Chase!"
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