In Jianghu, the term "sun, moon and stars" does not refer to celestial bodies, but the collective name of four magic weapons. They are a sword, a pair of daggers, a gun and a knife.
The sword is the Setting Sun Sword, and its owner is the eldest young master of the Pu family, a wealthy family in the capital. Pu's chariot attendant is known as the frivolous young man. The Setting Sun Sword has been hanging on Pu Che Shi's left waist for many years. The latter rarely leaves the sword except when bathing and sleeping.
The gun is the Pointing Star Spear, owned by Ma Chun, the leader of the Cangwu Sect, the "Soul-Destroying Spear".
The Setting Sun Sword and the Pointing Star Spear are the only two magic weapons whose whereabouts are known. As for the dagger "Crescent Moon" and the sword "Xi Chen", their ownership is a mystery.
I will talk about the two magic weapons later, but now let’s talk about Ma Chun, the leader of a faction.
This Ma Chun, in terms of martial arts, belongs to the absolute first echelon in the martial arts world, much better than Ruan Dandan and Wharton Jushi.
But this person's character... to put it bluntly, is not very good.
Ma Chun is indeed an upright person, but he does a lot of crooked things. The wonderful thing is that he knows the psychological bottom line of other upright people very accurately.
For example, he would never do anything like stealing fragrances and jade and being a flower picker, but Ma Chun could do it when it came to raising many, many little wives. To put it bluntly, the latter is a matter of personal morality. It does not deserve the common indignation of men and gods. His poor personal ethics cannot be a reason for his colleagues to attack him with force. At most, he can only curse him behind his back.
As for asking Ma Chun how many of his little wives are sincerely willing to be his concubines... Well, don't mention it.
In short, Ma Chun has done a lot of side-stepping things like this. Therefore, people in the world joke that he has two magic weapons, one is the "Star Spear" and the other is the "Fig Leaf".
Therefore, after Ma Chun took over the leadership with strong force, the Cangwu Sect not only did not gain the same status as Wudang and Shaolin, but also became inferior to the Kongtong Sect and Sixiang Sect, which were originally on the same level.
This person also came to the capital a few days ago with a group of experts from the Cangwu Sect. Ma Chun's goal is not the divine treasure. He knows himself. No matter how outstanding his martial arts is, he can't withstand a group fight. What's the use of taking the divine treasure and not being able to protect it? So what Ma Chun was thinking about was whether he could catch a big fish in the muddy waters of the capital in the few days before the divine treasure appeared.
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On the first day of May in the seventh year of the Apocalypse, in the capital, at three o'clock in the morning, Lianxiang Pavilion.
Everyone knows where this place is from the name, a brothel.
However, to be precise, Lianxiang Pavilion is a big brothel.
Is there a difference? There is a difference.
Precisely because Lianxiang Pavilion is a big brothel, it has many rules.
What about being disheveled and not being allowed in, what about the minimum spending for a night, what is the amount of money you have to spend to enjoy certain services...it's all there, but it's written in black and white, and it's clear.
However, there is only one most important rule: in Lianxiang Pavilion, it is not the uncle who spends the money, but the girl here is the uncle. Only when the word "Lianxiang" on the plaque at the door is fulfilled can you enter.
In a sense, the customers who enter this place are really cheap, but looking at it from another perspective, Lianxiang Pavilion's hunger marketing is very successful: it successfully makes the guests who enter the door smoothly feel a sense of luxury.
There were also some customers who were not discerning, who thought that Lianxiang Pavilion was too messy and wanted to force their way in, or who pretended to be polite until their true nature was exposed. In short, those who broke the rules of Lianxiang Pavilion were punished by the pavilion at that time. The boy there persuaded him to leave, but within a few days something would happen for no reason and he would die...
Come to think of it, who would believe that such a high-end brothel can be opened in the capital if the people behind it have no energy?
Even a person like Ma Chun, who is used to jumping between the right path and the evil path repeatedly, has to behave himself when he comes to Lianxiang Pavilion. He first wrote a greeting note to a girl in the pavilion three days ago and paid a deposit. After receiving the girl's reply yesterday, he made up the full amount, so that he can go to Lianxiang Pavilion to meet the girl today.
At three o'clock in the morning, Ma Chun appeared at the door of Lianxiang Pavilion on time. At this moment, his mood became extremely nervous.
After all, what he was going to see later was the top star of Lianxiang Pavilion and a well-known oiran in the capital.
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At midnight, "Ma Chun" walked out of Lianxiang Pavilion and walked to the hotel where he was staying. Early the next morning, people found his body in the alley.
Except for the intact head and clearly identifiable face of the corpse, the entire torso below the head was badly damaged, with injuries from stabs, punches, and sticks. With the level of autopsy in this world, there was nothing that could be done.
A murder also occurred at the hotel where the Cangwu sect was staying. The members of the sect brought by Ma Chun were massacred by some force or individual, and no one was left alive. Moreover, the incident occurred late at night, but other people in the hotel did not hear any movement at all, indicating that the massacre was carried out silently.
There's one more thing I have to mention: Ma Chun's weapon, the magic point star gun left in the hotel, was lost.
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I only need to say one sentence and everyone will know who is responsible for Ma Chun's death: the top star of Lianxiang Pavilion, the stage name of the oiran in the capital, is Yao'er...
Last night, Ma Chun entered Miss Yao'er's boudoir. After listening to two pieces of music and drinking a few glasses of wine, he couldn't wait to get to the point.
Just when Miss Yaoer was half-nudging him, the former suddenly pulled out a pair of daggers from her robe, cut her throat and stabbed her chest, instantly neutralizing Ma Chun's ability to fight back.
"You...you..." Ma Chun clutched his throat and stared at Yao'er, blood gushing out from between his fingers.
"Huh? Can you still make a sound? It seems that the cut was shallow and I missed it." Jiang Yao was barefoot and wanted to run to get a piece of cloth to block his mouth. When she looked back, she saw that it was no longer needed. Ma Chun was silent. Only two eyes were left staring at the dagger in his hand.
I don’t know how Jiang Yao read the meaning from Ma Chun’s eyes: “You guessed it right, my weapon, the magic weapon Xian Yue.”
After Jiang Yao said this, Ma Chun died immediately.
This is the eleventh master of martial arts who died in Jiang Yao's hands and Xian Yue's sharp blade.
No one would have thought that the missing "Crescent Moon" in the world actually belonged to a brothel girl.
What Jiang Yao holds in her left hand is the "upper string". The "lower string" in her right hand is exactly the opposite of the "upper string" dagger body. The blade turns one hundred and eighty degrees, and the upper and lower strings combine to form the sacred weapon Crescent Moon.
Although Jiang Yao was slender, she was very strong. She dragged Ma Chun's body effortlessly with one hand. After removing the dead body, Jiang Yao was about to replace the blood-stained carpet when a voice from the window taunted:
"I say, next time you can't learn from the command and use your fists to kill people. The blood will be less and you can clean up now."
"Go away," Jiang Yao said angrily, "Hitting someone with your fists is not ladylike at all."
Hearing this, the man sitting on the window sill almost fell down in shock: "Hey, the first word of your sentence is "get out" which is very ungraceful, and killing someone with a crescent moon is very ladylike, right?"
"Tch, against those second-rate and third-rate charlatans, I can naturally win with bare hands, but this person is the head of Cangwu Sect, Soul-Destroying Spear Ma Chun. For such a master, I am a bit weak without a weapon in my hand. .”
The man on the window sill turned over and entered the room: "Ah, speaking of the Cangwu Sect, I will go to the Bafang Hotel in the east of the city in a moment. The people Ma Chun brought are all there, and the Star Gun must be there too."
Jiang Yao took out a new carpet from the cabinet: "So anxious? Aren't there still a few days until the sixth day of May?"
"No, there have been too many people from all walks of life who have come to the capital in the past half month, including many martial arts leaders like Ma Chun. I'm afraid our manpower is not enough to deal with them. The commander ordered that we start gradually clearing them up in the next few days. , play a few tricks to divert trouble to the east, make these martial arts people doubt each other and fight among themselves, and consume some."
"Tsk, how cruel." Jiang Yao commented while handling the body.
"It's the last few days. Once this incident is over, you won't have to be a brothel courtesan and do all the dirty work." The person comforted me.
"Actually, it's okay. I'm not too tired. Come here and help me." Jiang Yao was very honest: "It's so easy to kill people in bed. Normally, I might not be able to beat the people I killed."
"But it's really boring when I don't have a mission. I have nothing to do in Lianxiang Pavilion and I can't go out at will because of my status. It's very annoying."
The visitor laid out the carpet and thought about it seriously: "The frivolous young man just brought a storyteller back home today. I heard that the gentleman has something in his stomach. Did you ask the car attendant to bring it to you to relieve your boredom?"
"Go, go, are you afraid that I hide my identity too well?"
The two of them obviously had a very good relationship, and they joked with each other. By the time the room and the body were cleared away, it was almost midnight. Jiang Yao took out a bell from the pillow and shook it according to a specific length and length.
Jiang Yao's boudoir had a side door. After the bell rang, a man with an average appearance and build opened the side door and walked in. He was not surprised by the corpses in the room and the living people appearing out of thin air. He saluted Jiang Yao and the others, put Ma Chun's body on his shoulders and exited through the side door.
This guy has no name, or it can be said that a name is redundant to him.
He only has one nickname: Masked Ghost.
As the name suggests, the Masked Ghost is good at the art of disguise. He transformed himself into Ma Chun's appearance, put on Ma Chun's coat, put on a cloak to cover up the blood stains on his clothes, and walked out of the gate of Lianxiang Pavilion openly.
When there was no one around, the ghost-turned-ghost returned to Lianxiang Pavilion. This time, he had to make sure that no one saw him. He took Ma Chun's body away, found a secluded place to change his clothes, destroyed the body and cleaned up the scene, leaving only the intact head to prove Ma Chun's identity.
This is the truth behind Ma Chun's death.
Back to Lianxiang Pavilion, after the face-changing ghost left, the man who entered the house through the window was also about to get up: "Okay, it's settled here. It's time for me to leave to deal with the other people in the Cangwu Sect."
"Slow down, shopkeeper, I wish you immediate success." Jiang Yao waved her hand with a smile.
The other party had one foot on the window sill, and turned his head when he heard this: "How many times have I told you, don't call me shopkeeper? Do you think I am willing to be the owner of a brothel?"
"Then what should I call you?"
"Call an official position!"
"Okay, okay." Jiang Yao made a particularly perfunctory hand-over salute: "I wish deputy envoy Jin Yiwei, Mr. Xu Xi a success."
"That's pretty much it."
Xu Xi didn't care about Jiang Yao's attitude problem. He turned over like a kite and climbed up the eaves. The sound of his feet clicking on the tiles gradually faded away.
