Cyber Daming

A torn and broken human head, covered with stitching marks and forcibly pieced together, was placed in front of Su Ce.

The remaining head glared angrily, and in the remaining cloudy eye, one could still clearly see the horror and unwillingness solidified in it.

"You didn't even leave the whole body of your master, so you were so cruel?"

"In a life-and-death fight, we dare not hold back."

"That's right. When old and new grudges come together, there is no room for mercy."

Su Ce stretched out his hand to stroke the wide eyes on his head and looked up at the tall figure with a solemn expression in front of him.

"Tsk, tsk, Huang Tianmen, the Wu Xu sect that used to dominate the Jiangsu and Zhejiang empires, just disappeared without a trace?"

Su Ce shook his head and made no secret of his true intention of gobbling up tigers. "It seems that I still have a high regard for Huang Qinlong. I thought he could save a fortune for himself after living in Japan for so many years." I didn’t expect you to solve it so easily with the half-style move to press the bottom of the box.”

"Is it because you, the apprentice, are too sharp, or is he, the master, too old to be delirious?"

Su Ce was smiling, but his words were like a storm, and he slammed the door in front of Huang Shilie unceremoniously.

"The destruction of Huangtianmen was not because of me, but when they fled to the Japanese area and chose to remain anonymous, it was already doomed."

Facing Su Ce's ridicule, Huang Shilie's tone remained calm, "Wu Xu can only die standing up, not kneeling down. This is the result programmed by genes, and no one can violate it."

"What you said sounds somewhat similar to the fatalism promoted by those bald donkeys in Fo Xu. However, regardless of whether it is correct or not, there are not many people with your kind of mind among the remaining sect Wu Xu."

Su Ce showed admiration in his eyes and chuckled: "Since you have taken care of Huang Tianmen, then I will not let you go about the matter of your Huangshi Group intercepting and killing my Jin Yiwei."

"Thank you, sir."

Huang Shilie stood up and cupped his hands.

"Sit down and talk."

Su Ce lowered his hand and said, "Compared with the old and immortal silverfish like Huang Qinlong, I still prefer to deal with young people like you who are aware of current affairs. You have ambitions and abilities, and the key is your vision. I know who can be provoked and who cannot be provoked in the Japanese area."

Su Ce flicked his wrist, and from the special white box in his hand, a cigarette butt wrapped in light yellow paper popped out and stretched out towards Huang Shilie.

"Want one?"

Huang Shilie's heart was awe-inspiring, and the light flowed in his eyes. Just as he fell down, his buttocks against the chair suddenly tightened.

What does it mean?

Su Ce seemed to see the fear in the other person's eyes, and chuckled softly: "Although people in our sect, Wuxu, do not read Confucian classics and do not believe in Taoist numerology, over the past thousands of years, we have formed our own set of rules."

"When the sect Wu Xu was at its peak, in order to please us, or to exert a subtle influence on Wu Xu, Ru Xu customized a set of 'gentle, respectful, frugal and yielding' sect game rules for us. The weight of this set of rules It was once more important than the rituals of the sequence, and was even regarded by many sects as the cornerstone of maintaining their inheritance."

"But today, the martial order of the sect has completely declined, and these rules of the game have disappeared. What is left now are only the horizontal and vertical lines that we warriors set at the beginning."

"You won today, so you stand tall. Huang Qinlong lost and could only die sideways. If it were in the past, there would be people who upheld the rules to hunt down you, the traitor who killed the master, in the name of treason, but now there is no such thing People will jump out and poke you in the back, but you have to know one thing.”

"He is him, and I am me. You can kill him, but you may not be able to kill me."

Although Su Ce had a smile on his face, there was an awe-inspiring coldness in his words, which chilled the air in the study room.

呲.

A beam of flame emerged from Su Ce's fingers and was slowly handed to Huang Shilie.

"Now that the Huangshi Group has broken away from Huang Tianmen, you are qualified to accept this cigarette from me. Whether you accept it or not, you still have time to think about it before this flame goes out."

The fire was fixed in front of him, but Huang Shilie couldn't feel any warmth.

Instead, he felt like a knife was striking at his face. The knife's light was cold and there was no way to avoid it.

Su Ce was beating him. The so-called 'one horizontal and one vertical' rule was, to put it bluntly, just the size of a fist.

I can make you stand and I can make you lie down.

This was what Su Ce did not say.

Without any extra hesitation, Huang Shilie simply kneeled down on the ground, bent his waist, and assumed a humiliating posture of groveling in front of the old man. He held his right hand toward the flames, placed his left hand on his knees, and slowly turned his head to the side.

The skinny old man sat firmly holding the fire, while the tall man knelt down and lit a cigarette.

At this moment, in Su Ce's eyes, Huang Shilie seemed to have lost all his edge, but in fact, he was like a ferocious soldier standing in front of the battle, holding two swords, and full of evil aura.

The right hand covered with flames can be turned into a sword at any time, and the left hand pressing on the knee is also ready to strike at any time.

What an ambitious man who can bend and stretch, what a Huang Tian Dao that hides its edge!

Su Ce's eyes shone brightly, and the smile on his lips grew thicker.

This piece of firewood should be able to light up the path forward for that boy Li Jun.

The fire burned out and smoke rose.

"For the same cigarette, Tokugawa Hiroshi would sit down and smoke it, while Toyotomi Enkō would stand up and take it. Akechi Haruhide is a girl, so I didn't make it difficult for her."

Su Ce smiled and said: "If they can have the same awareness as you, then we, the Jinyi Guards, will have less worries."

"They are ignorant because they don't understand what it means to be a hero of Wu Xusan. And I understand it very well."

A wide mouth, a lion's nose, and sharp features show the man's wild and fierce masculinity, but the words he speaks at this moment are like a docile sheep.

He held the lit cigarette in his palm with his thumb and index finger, letting the smoke float.

"Ha ha."

Su Ce smiled loudly, said nothing, and waved his hand to order the guests to leave.

Huang Shilie bent his waist to be level with the ground, bowed deeply, and then slowly exited the study.

"Sir, I'm afraid this Huang Shilie won't be so easy to be honest and obedient."

Qian Fengting never hid his figure, standing in the corner. He listened to the conversation between the two people exactly.

In Qian Fengting's view, Huang Shilie was a man of tenacity and profound knowledge. Otherwise, it would not have been possible for him to endure under Huang Qinlong for so many years, waiting until the beginning of unrest in the Japanese area, and then suddenly making a comeback.

Keeping such people is always a disaster.

"How about simply cutting the grass and eradicating the roots?"

Qian Fengting's eyes were fierce, and he slashed his jaw with one palm.

"The grass needs to be chopped down and the roots need to be pulled out. But now is not the time. I can still hold him down, so let's raise him first."

Su Ce did not continue to dwell on this topic and instead asked, "Have you found out about Daoxu?"

"We already have some clues, and Rende Capital is highly suspected."

Qian Fengting asked in a deep voice: "Do you want Prince Ming to knock on it?"

"Don't rush to end yet."

Su Ce smiled half-heartedly and tapped the armrest of the seat with his right fingers.

"These missing people are all followers of the Taoist or Yin-Yang order. There are no imperial citizens among them, and they have nothing to do with us."

"Then should we report the information to the court? Even if we don't intervene, it is a great achievement to be able to detect the information."

"Who should I report to, the Ministry of War or the Beizhen Fusi? They are just domestic dogs raised by the New Donglin Party, and they are not qualified to grin in this matter."

Su Ce smiled coldly: "What's more, the court has never expressed its intention to handle this matter from beginning to end. Maybe Ru Xu and his group are gearing up now, waiting to stumble Dao Xu."

Qian Fengting looked worried, "Then let's just watch these criminals do things under our noses? If there is any trouble, I'm afraid the blame will still fall on us."

"Don't worry, the sky won't fall while I'm still here."

The words are short and powerful.

Qian Fengting was obviously used to the other party's domineering style, and his expression was helpless.

"Sir, why do you think Tokugawa Hiroshi and the others took such a big risk to offend Dosu?"

"What do the missing followers have in common?"

"Huang Liang authority?"

Qian Fengting was stunned, "They don't become Buddhas and ancestors, and they don't know Chinese characters and tell fortunes. Why are they tinkering with those things?"

"How do I know? I've never even seen that thing."

Su Ce stood up and looked at the Japanese map behind him that occupied the front wall.

"So let's wait and see first. Let those bold Taoist bandits and gold diggers help us explore the road first."

At the same time, a car drove away from Qianhusuo.

"One horizontal and one vertical, what a big rule."

Huang Shilie leaned on the back seat and grinned, "Unfortunately, I don't smoke."

A fist stretched out the window, its fingers slowly opened, and the ashes of the cigarette were rolled up by the cold wind and disappeared into the night.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay."

The person speaking has a bun on his head, his face is like a crown of jade, his features are straight and his skin is clean and fair, with no pores visible.

Wearing a purple Taoist robe, he floated out of the dust amid the surrounding snow.

Compared to Chen Qisheng, who was wrapped in a heavy cotton coat, he was completely overwhelmed in terms of appearance alone.

But in Chen Qisheng's eyes, the person blocking the road had an annoying air of hypocrisy about him.

"Which new Taoist family are you from?"

Chen Qisheng frowned slightly, and the fingers hidden in his sleeves flicked slightly, "I don't know that the word 'stay' cannot be spoken easily?"

"This is Chongyang Palace, Xindian."

The Taoist priest in white bowed his head to Chen Qisheng. As he spoke, his handsome eyebrows remained motionless. Only his lips opened and closed slightly, which was strange and stiff.

"I apologize for disturbing you, fellow Taoist."