Something weird! ! !
Li Muchan paused, squinted his eyes and took a closer look. He took a few steps forward and finally stopped in front of the stall.
The long street is quiet, the drizzle is like hair, and there is only one person.
He didn't say anything, just lowered his eyelids and looked into the big vat of the soup pot. My dear, he saw that under the rolling rich soup, a big Liuyang leader unexpectedly floated up. The skin was rotten and the meat was crispy, exposed. Dense bones.
Li Muchan raised her dagger-like eyebrows and grinned: "Interesting, I have seen black shops, and I have seen people cooks, but I have never heard of a person like you in the world."
The old woman's eyes were lively and arrogant, but there was no trace of her old age. Her eyes rolled around and looked around Li Muchan's body, as if she was picking the place where the knife would be cut.
The smile on Li Muchan's face became even wider, and she said warmly: "It seems you don't know who I am?"
The old woman sneered repeatedly: "I don't care what kind of bastard you are."
Li Muchan said quietly: "You didn't even ask who I am, and you killed that old eunuch? It's really stupid."
The old woman said: "No matter who you are, you are destined to die today."
Li Muchan kept staring at the head rolling in the soup pot, and suddenly laughed: "It turned out to be a pretentious thing. Why does this person's head smell like pork?"
The old woman's expression suddenly changed. At some point, her right hand held a bone-chopping knife with a black body and a white blade. The blade was sharp and shiny, and she slashed across Li Muchan's neck like lightning.
Li Muchan didn't move, but there was a sudden wind in the rain. His clothes and sleeves swayed, and he floated into the air, stepping on the sharp knife like a dragonfly, standing with his hands behind his back, and asked casually from a high position: "You Whose name is it?"
The old woman was startled when she saw it. Suddenly her body trembled, and she heard the sound of cracking silk. Among the scattered rags in the sky, she suddenly saw two wisps of cold light flying like snakes, flying from the bottom.
This is a young and beautiful woman.
This person is dressed extremely gorgeously, with a colorful ribbon wrapped around her body, wrapped around her shoulders and arms, like a dancing girl in a poem and painting, and there are two swords tied to both ends of the ribbon. The cold light is cold, purple light is moving, and her body is The two swords flew back and forth as their postures changed, and the sword shadows suddenly appeared heavy. It was both murderous and wonderful.
The wind and rain did not change, Pi Lian broke through the air, and the two swords pierced the rain curtain. They only stopped the attack when they were three inches away from Li Muchan's eyebrows.
No, it didn't stop. Li Muchan's eyes didn't blink, and he retreated. The three-inch distance was like a chasm in the sky.
"You shouldn't be named Gongsun, right?" he said.
The woman wields two swords for close range and long range, with a ribbon wrapped around the handle to control the sword in the air. She walks with a light step, as if dancing gracefully. Her wide sleeves are spread out, like a leaping dragon and a tiger, and her momentum is extraordinary.
Especially when she heard Li Muchan reveal her true identity as soon as she opened her mouth, the woman's bright and charming eyes suddenly flashed with surprise, but she did not respond. She scolded, quickly retracted the ribbon, and took two swords in her hands in an instant. The power of the sword became more and more fierce, as powerful as a dragon, as powerful as thunder, the sword wind whizzed, the sword energy was puffed out, and the bright sword light almost lit up the long street.
"stop!"
Li Muchan was about to take action when he heard a soft voice floating in the rain.
At the sound of this sound, the woman felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She quickly drew back her sword and stepped aside.
Li Muchan followed the sound and saw that a door had been opened at the end of the long street. The light came out and there was a person sitting sideways inside the door. He was dressed in rich clothes. He turned out to be an old man.
But the distance between the two sides was at least thirty or forty feet. Looking from a distance, the figures of people and lights in the rain were almost blurry, but the sound was able to float in and out, clearly reaching the ears of the two of them. What kind of skill was this? ?
The old man said gently again: "I have to say, you are very lucky. Haven't you always wanted to see what kind of person the leader of the World Alliance is? How come you don't recognize him in person? It's a big joke."
The woman's eyes were shocked and she looked at Li Muchan again.
"Are you the person behind Bai Yujing?"
Seeing that he had been seen through, Li Muchan simply stopped covering up. He walked steadily, the wind and rain hit his face as he took each step, and the muscles and bones on his face actually began to squirm. After a while, his appearance returned to its original appearance, and he raised his hand to pick off the few small beads. mole.
"Is this the formless magical skill? Haha, it is indeed rare to see it in a hundred years. It's not ordinary." The old man turned his head and looked at it. There was also a clay Buddha mask on his face. Only his eyes were exposed, so it was difficult to see his true face. "I am not just the person behind him. , I am also the person behind Gong Ziyu, and the person behind the scenes who controls the Qinglong Society."
Li Muchan chuckled: "But it is Gong Ziyu who orders the Qinglong Association now."
The old man sat casually and lazily, gently pressed his knees, and said disapprovingly: "People, there are always times when we are tired. I just took a rest, but he thought that he really became the master."
After a pause in his tone, the man sighed again: "This man's life is more like a dream, and now he is about to wake up from his dream."
Li Muchan walked closer and closer.
The old man said: "Kneel down."
Of course, this sentence was not directed at Li Muchan, but at that woman.
The old man continued: "Kowtow to Leader Li!"
This man was simply sitting, but his tone of voice was condescending, as if no one could violate it, and was full of suffocating cruelty.
The woman's face was pale. As expected, she knelt down towards Li Muchan in the rain, and then hit her snow-white forehead against the stone slab.
Li Muchan's feet suddenly seemed to be bound by iron chains. He stopped and said expressionlessly: "Why don't you kill her?"
He was by no means sympathetic to this man.
He just couldn't bear the thought of one person treating another person so badly, especially in such a condescending tone.
Li Muchan can kill without blinking an eye, but he respects every life, no matter good or bad, he feels that he can still give the other person enough dignity, die with dignity, and live with dignity.
The old man said calmly: "She is begging for your forgiveness. This is the price for bumping into you."
Li Muchan's face turned gloomy, and his eyes became even more sinister and terrifying. There was a will-o'-the-wisp rising in his eyes, and there seemed to be black air spreading from the end of his eyes. He really didn't like this kind of pointing and self-dominating tone.
"If you still have the backbone, you should stab him with your sword."
The woman only kowtowed and did not dare to do anything else.
Such a master was reduced to such a lowly status in a blink of an eye.
Li Muchan remained silent, and the old man waited silently. Only the sound of the woman's kowtow could be heard.
The ground was soon covered in blood.
Li Muchan sighed: "Get up, I forgive you."
At this time, the woman just stopped.
The old man smiled and spoke again: "I have thought about it again and again, and I still plan to meet with you before taking action."
The coldness on Li Muchan's face and the evil look in his eyes disappeared in an instant. He just stood quietly in the rain, his hair disheveled, looking at the other person calmly, waiting for the next sentence.
The old man pondered for a while: "You are a talent and a genius. It would be a pity to kill you. Rather than struggling in the world, why not go to the temple and give it a try... I heard that you intended to get a degree back then. Now, Might as well give it another try.”
Li Muchan asked: "What are you trying?"
The old man sat on the wicker chair: "Haha, you must understand what I mean. Gongziyu doesn't know how to advance or retreat, and is too ambitious. Although Bai Yujing can be considered outstanding, he is still a little inferior to some of you outstanding figures in the world. As for Shangguan Xiao Immortal, with Shangguan Jinhong in front of you, you are destined not to be used by me, so I am most optimistic about you."
The rain seemed to be getting heavier, and Li Muchan said softly: "Are you done?"
The old man smiled slightly, and then Li Muchan encountered something strange that he had never seen before.
This man was actually pouring wine.
He raised the cup with his left hand and held the pot with his right hand. The amber old wine immediately poured out from the spout, tilted like an arrow, and fell into the cup.
Li Muchan's pupils seemed to be gradually shrinking at this moment, because the wine glass was not big, but the old man had already poured two breaths, then three breaths, four breaths, five breaths... and finally ten breaths.
The wine glass was actually not yet full, and the wine had not yet spilled.
Not only did it not overflow, the person tapped the wine bottle lightly with his index finger, and the poured wine actually rushed into the rain. Just because the wine glass had been sent out by the other party, it flew in front of Li Muchan, spinning rapidly. Still a miracle.
The two were about ten steps apart.
But I saw that the wine condensed into a line, drew an arc-like trajectory in the air, and fell into the cup without hesitation. But as soon as the wine entered the cup, it was immediately swept out by a sharp swirling force and flowed back against the current. Return to the spout.
During the wind and rain, the pouring of wine came over and over again, as if it was never full and could never be poured out, and the wine cup was struck by the wine like a top and stuck in the air, as if it was being constantly moved by an invisible big hand.
Li Muchan originally wanted to take action, but the energy around this man's body was now as round as the wine, with no flaws. He looked like he was sitting, but in fact he had assumed the most terrifying posture to face the enemy.
If he fails to succeed in one move, he will face a fatal counterattack and die immediately.
Seeing that the opponent's momentum was rising, Li Muchan finally made a move. He raised his index and middle fingers, pressed them together, and held them flat like a sword. As if he was under great pressure, he slowly pointed out.
The old man's expression finally changed. Although he couldn't see his face, he could see the dancing pupils behind his mask.
"What a sword!"
(End of chapter)
