Ningchuan Prefecture.
Chang An and Chang Sheng were sitting at a small noodle stall on the street.
"Hey, the young man is here again."
The boss greeted Chang An familiarly, and Chang An smiled and nodded to the boss.
"How about it, what are you going to eat today?"
Chang Sheng raised his head playfully and pretended to be serious.
"Boss, give us two kilograms of beef and two large bowls of Yangchun noodles."
The boss was stunned, looked at Chang An, and then laughed.
"Hahaha, this little girl is still a hero among women, you two wait a moment."
Chang Sheng held his head in boredom and waved the chopsticks in his hands.
At the table next to them were two people from the world of martial arts, talking about the latest news in the world of martial arts.
"Brother, this time the coffin bearers go to Jiangnan, they will definitely attract heroes from all walks of life to gather in Jiangnan."
"Yes, the coffin bearer has not been born for thousands of years. I don't know which era the last time he came into the world dates back to, and I don't know what kind of immortal is being carried in the coffin this time."
"It is said that even the sect of the Shushan Sword Sect, Zhang Jianyang, has gone to Jiangnan. He is the younger brother of the Jiange Sword Sect."
"Back then, Sword Sect Zhang Fuying retreated into seclusion and Jiange seceded from the world. However, this Sect Master Zhang ran out on his own and founded the Shushan Sword Sect. Since then, Jiange has no contact with him. There is no need to always use the name of Sword Sect. Come and support yourself."
"Yes, as soon as the news of the death of the coffin bearer came out, Zhang Jianyang ran to Jiangnan. It seems that he is also obsessed with immortality."
"Not only him, Lian Congyun, the leader of the thirty-sixth village of the Jiangnan Salt Gang, the Sixteenth Cavalry of the Desert, and Ji Rufeng, the master of the Guigu Valley, have all arrived in Jiangzhou now, not to mention the swordsman Ye Siqing and others. All the martial arts masters have gathered together, and this time it is extremely lively. Even the decisive battle between Jia Yuan and Shi Mengxiong a few days ago is probably far less lively than the current Jiangzhou."
"Tsk, tsk, there is such a large group of experts, but the three sects have not moved at all."
"They are too busy with their own affairs. The sword sect has just died in Jiange, Jia Yu'an broke his arm in a duel, and the sword sect is still chasing the thief king all over the south of the Yangtze River."
"Hahaha, this is so lively. It is said that the coffin bearer is extremely skilled. Experts from all walks of life want to snatch the coffin on his shoulders. Even the protective energy outside his body cannot be broken. If it were not for Jiazhuang Lord and Lord Li take action, I’m afraid no one in the world can be his opponent.”
Chang Sheng listened with interest, rolled his eyes, and suddenly said to Chang An
"Brother, let's go to Jiangnan."
Chang An smiled, touched Chang Sheng's head gently, and said
"Fool, we were going to Jiangnan."
As he said that, Chang An's eyes suddenly turned cold and he looked towards the south, his murderous intent clearly revealed.
He did plan to go to Jiangnan to kill someone.
………………
July 15th, outside Jiangzhou City.
An old man with a mustache and a hunched body stood on the official road with a coffin on his shoulders.
Behind him, a large number of martial arts people were following from a distance. These martial arts people were all famous figures. At this moment, they were walking cautiously, following the little old man unhurriedly, staring at the coffin on the little old man's shoulders, with eyes filled with tears. Fear and greed.
"Zhao Lian, how long are we going to follow? Why don't we swarm up and grab the coffin?"
"Yes, even the leader of the village, we have nearly a hundred rich-level masters here. This little old man is the grand master. We can also wear him to death."
Lian Congyun's eyes were gloomy and he said in a deep voice
"No, we don't know where the old guy is going yet. Even if he grabs the coffin, what's the use? According to legend, even if you enter the coffin, you have to find a blessed place in the world to live forever."
Ji Rufeng on the side gently stroked her long white beard, looked like a fairy, smiled and nodded.
"Hahaha, what the village leader said makes sense. Even if we snatch the coffin now, we don't know where the blessings of heaven and earth are, and what use it will be."
Far ahead, the little old man glanced back slightly from the corner of his eye. How could this group of people who had lost their minds due to greed know that their conversation could not escape the ears of the Grand Master.
However, the behavior of these people did not attract the little old man's attention at all.
"Cuckoo!"
Another carrier pigeon landed on the coffin board on the little old man's shoulder. The little old man unfolded the letter paper and wrote three words in the same graceful handwriting.
"Qingcheng Mountain"
The little old man gently tore up the letter and looked into the distance, his eyes full of death. He took steps and continued to move forward.
…………
July 17th.
Mo Bei and Chu came to the outside of Feng City, where the Zhu Sect was. Several Zhu Sect disciples were waiting anxiously outside the city. When they saw Mo Bei wearing an old tiger skin, they walked up.
"Your Excellency, you are Mo Bei."
Mo Bei frowned and nodded slightly.
Those disciples breathed a long sigh of relief and smiled.
"Master Mo, the sect master estimates that you will arrive in the next few days. He sent us to wait here three days ago, so we are waiting for you."
Mo Bei looked calm and said calmly.
"Take me to see your sect master."
Several Zhumen disciples looked at the Grand Master with eyes full of reverence.
"Okay, Master Mo, please come with us."
Zhumen is located in the west of the city, relatively remote, but also quiet. The architecture of the sect is extremely elegant, and the pavilions and waterside pavilions can be regarded as the standard Jiangnan sect. The few sect leaders have been waiting outside to welcome Mobei. When they saw Mobei arriving, they greeted him with a smile.
"Oh, little brother Mo comes to the sect, and the sect is full of glory."
Mo Bei looked at him expressionlessly, and Chu Xia beside him also had a look of disgust on his face, obviously not interested in this smooth head of the Zhu clan.
Zhang Lialiao was not embarrassed and smiled to lighten the atmosphere.
Mo Bei looked directly at Zhang Lialiao and said
"Master Zhang, you knew I was coming."
Zhang Liolao still had a smile on his face.
"Let's go in and talk."
Mo Bei nodded, and the two of them followed Zhang Liolao to the main hall of the Zhumen. To Mo Bei's expectation, there was already a person sitting in the main hall, a middle-aged man. Mo Bei looked at that person in a daze. The face was too familiar to him.
"Uncle?"
He cried out.
Chu Xia looked at Mo Bei with a blank expression. Zhang Liolao walked in behind him and introduced him.
"Little brother Mo, this is not the Sword Sect, but the Sword Sect's younger brother and the leader of the Shushan Sword Sect, Zhang Jianyang."
Zhang Jianyang stood up and looked at Mo Bei kindly.
"My dear nephew, we finally meet."
Mo Bei lost consciousness for a while, and returned to the days when he lived with his uncle in Kunlun seven years ago.
Zhang Jianyang sighed.
"Alas, my eldest brother went into seclusion not long after he came back, but I didn't expect that this farewell would be an eternal farewell."
Mo Bei looked at Zhang Jianyang. Although he had never met Zhang Jianyang, he was convinced based on his appearance that Zhang Jianyang was indeed his uncle's biological brother.
A kind smile appeared on Zhang Jianyang's face, clearing Mo Bei's doubts.
"My dear nephew, this is the letter I asked Master Zhu to send to you. Although you have never seen me, I have always paid attention to you. After my brother went into seclusion, I sent someone to keep an eye on you."
Mo Bei nodded. During those seven years, strangers did come to the village from time to time on Kunlun Mountain. Naturally, they could not escape Mo Bei's eyes. But Mo Bei saw that they were dressed similarly to his uncle, so he mistakenly thought that his uncle had sent someone to see him. He didn't pay much attention, but he didn't expect that he was actually the uncle's younger brother.
Mo Bei asked
"What exactly happened back then."
After saying this, Zhang Jianyang's expression became excited and he explained to Mo Bei
"Brother Mo, what happened back then is really outrageous. Brother Zhang gets emotional every time he mentions this matter."
With that said, Zhang Liolao arranged for Mo Bei and Chuxia to sit down.
"Come on, let's sit down and talk slowly."
After Mo Bei and Chu Xia were seated, Zhang Jianyang sighed and slowly recounted what happened that year.
"Back then, after the eldest brother returned to Jiange, he originally planned to go into seclusion. But at this moment, a little guest came to Jiange. The little guest brought a female doll and claimed to be Chang An from Qingzhou in the Central Plains. He had just returned from the desert. I want to ask to see eldest brother. Every year, many people from Jianghu come to visit Jiange. This kind of trivial matter would not alarm eldest brother at first, but Chang An came up with something."
Chuxia asked curiously
"what."
Zhang Jianyang glanced at Chuxia.
"A handwritten letter from the ghost doctor Yan Sihai. Yan Sihai once saved the lives of many Jiange disciples. For his sake, the eldest brother had to meet Chang An."
"Since the fight, my eldest brother has often exchanged letters with Chang An. Most of them are about Chang An's desire to obtain the secrets of the sword god of the past and seek the method of immortality for his sister."
Speaking of this, Zhang Jianyang sneered.
"How can the secrets of the Sword God be known to anyone at will? Besides, Chang An said that he wanted secrets, but he was probably still focusing on the peerless swordsmanship passed down by the Sword God. But I don't understand. Although the eldest brother has repeatedly refused, but with The contacts with Chang An have never been severed."
"During that time, although the eldest brother had not yet formally retreated, he had been living in the secret room, and communication with the outside world had not been cut off. The whole Jiangge family did not know what the eldest brother was doing in the secret room."
"But I can tell that during that time, my eldest brother was very excited and often said incomprehensible words like, there is hope, there is hope."
Mo Bei was thoughtful.
"What happened next? In the letter you sent me, you mentioned that Chang An killed the uncle. Why did Chang An want to kill the uncle?"
Zhang Jianyang said
"The two of them did have a pleasant conversation at first, but as time went by, Chang An's tone in the letter became more and more impatient. He seemed to feel that the elder brother did not want to give him the secrets of the Sword God at all. Although the elder brother had also taught him some sword pavilions. A lot of effort, but he is obviously not satisfied with this."
"About two months later, the eldest brother began to retreat, but a few days later Chang An still sent a letter to the eldest brother, and the eldest brother also replied a letter to Chang An. After that, there was no more contact, and Chang An took the initiative to cut off the communication. The connection with Big Brother.”
Speaking of this, Zhang Jianyang's tone began to become excited.
"This book is nothing. It's just that a few days ago, my eldest brother was found dead in the secret room by everyone in Jiange. Jiange searched the secret room several times, and finally found a painting of the little girl Chang An brought back in the secret room. Paintings, and letters exchanged between eldest brother and Chang An."
As he spoke, he tremblingly took out a letter from his arms. Mo Bei stared at the letter. He had seen the letters between Chang An and his uncle in Jiange, but he was sure that he had not seen this one. seal up.
The envelope hadn't been opened yet, but Mo Bei could already feel the difference in the letter, not the content, but the difference inside. He felt a faint breath of death coming from the envelope.
Zhang Jianyang held up the letter tremblingly.
"This is the last letter Chang An sent to his eldest brother. In this letter, I felt a desperate sense of death."
"This is the power from You Mansion that has never been seen in previous letters!"
"Although the internal energy in the letter has been exhausted at this time, the desperate death energy still makes me shudder when I think about it. The elder brother must have been attacked by the internal energy when he opened the envelope, causing him to go crazy and die. "
Mo Bei frowned
"Why I've never seen this letter."
Zhang Jianyang said
"Oh, child, how dare I show you that Chang An is just the son of a merchant. He colluded with You Mansion to kill the Jian Sect and everyone can kill him. However, if you know about You Mansion, I'm afraid you are impulsive and your sacrifice is in vain. That's why I didn't dare to tell you about this letter at first. The power of You Mansion is beyond our imagination, so I can only use the hand of Master Zhang to lure you to Zhumen. I will inform you personally about this."
Mo Bei's fist made a "click" sound, blue veins popped up on his forehead, and the old tiger skin on his body swelled without wind. The burst of internal energy swept through the entire hall, causing the three people in the hall to sweat profusely. Zhang Liolao hurriedly said
"Little brother, don't be impulsive!"
Zhang Jianyang also advised
"My child, you just need to prepare for the battle with Chang An on August 15th, and be sure to kill him to comfort the soul of the elder brother in heaven. As for the matter of You Mansion, the future is long, let's take care of it slowly."
Mo Bei slapped the table at hand hard with a "pop!" sound, smashing the table to pieces, and walked out of the lobby with a frosty face.
Zhang Jianyang and Zhang Lialiao looked at each other and were silent.
Chuxia followed.
"Mobei."
Chuxia looked at Mobei with tenderness in her eyes, and she knew how angry Mobei was at this moment.
"Where are you going."
Mo Bei stopped, clenched his fists, his body trembled slightly, turned his back to Chu Xia, and remained silent.
Chuxia said
"Wherever you go, I'll go with you."
After a while, Mo Bei's body stopped shaking and his voice became calm.
"What's the date today?"
Chuxia said softly
"It's July 15th."
Mo Bei said calmly
"Then we should go back."
First doubt
"Why."
Mo Bei's voice contained cold murderous intent.
"Go kill someone."
