Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

"How do you expect me to trust you?"

At this moment, Lu Wushuang's voice was full of helplessness and doubt, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from her trembling lips with difficulty. Her eyes were fixed on Yang Guo, who was dubbed "Silly Egg" in front of her.

There was deep pain in her eyes, mixed with unspeakable anger and hatred. Tears were swirling in her eyes, as if they would burst out at any time and soak her already wet cheeks again.

"Everything I saw was so real... It was all a play carefully choreographed by you and your uncle Li Mochou. Stop acting..."

Originally, the intersection between Lu Wushuang and Shadan (Yang Guo) was like a meteor across the night sky, brief but brilliant. Although the time they spent together was not long, but in this limited time.

An indescribable feeling has quietly sprouted between Lu Wushuang and Shadan (Yang Guo). From the initial unfamiliarity to the gradual familiarity, and then to the mutual dependence today, every time they spend together is like a carefully crafted work of art, making this relationship even more precious.

Ever since the day Shadan (Yang Guo) stepped forward and rescued Lu Wushuang from the vicious Beggar Gang disciples, and then he treated her and healed her broken bones, her world seemed to be surrounded by a warm force.

That meticulous care deeply touched her heart. In the pain and helplessness, she felt unprecedented peace of mind and steadiness. Lu Wushuang had lived in the midst of swords and swords since she was a child, and every day was like walking on thin ice, full of fear.

Lu Wushuang was used to loneliness and indifference, and never dared to hope that someone would help and care about her so sincerely. However, the appearance of Shadan (Yang Guo) was like a ray of warm sunshine.

Penetrating the haze in Lu Wushuang's heart and illuminating her way forward, every smile and every word of encouragement from Shadan (Yang Guo) moistened her heart like spring rain, making her feel a trace of long-lost warmth and happiness.

Unexpectedly, the Shadan (Yang Guo), who once seemed innocent but actually had a deep heart, showed an incredible side of himself. Together with his fellow master and his enemy Li Mochou, they conspired to frame him, and he, Lu Wushuang, was just a pawn in their hands.

At this moment, Lu Wushuang's heart seemed to be torn apart, and the pain was like being pierced by thousands of arrows, which was indescribable. She had thought that her understanding of Shadan (Yang Guo) was deep enough, but she had never expected that the complexity and changeability of human nature could reach this level.

The once pure emotion became extremely heavy at this moment, like a huge rock pressing on her chest, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. She recalled every moment they had spent together.

Those days of laughter and tears now seem like illusions that will shatter at the slightest touch.

When Lu Wushuang's angry palm slapped Yang Guo's cheek mercilessly, the air around them seemed to be filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere.

Xu Xingchen, who was sitting not far away, witnessed the scene in front of him and couldn't help but gasp. The sound was particularly clear in this quiet environment, as if even he himself was shocked by this sudden change.

At the same time, Xu Xingchen couldn't help but imagine the pain of the slap on his face, and his brows furrowed slightly, as if he could feel the pain being transmitted to him through the air.

"hiss……!"

This low hum, like leaves falling inadvertently in the breeze, gently touches the quiet air.

But at this moment, ripples were stirred up. Xu Xingchen frowned slightly, and a trace of imperceptible pain seemed to flash in his deep eyes, which was quickly replaced by complex emotions.

"Look! It really hurts!"

Xu Xingchen murmured to himself. Although his voice was soft, it was full of deep resonance. This sentence was a direct reaction to the scene before him. After all, everything happening before him was so real.

At this moment, Li Mochou's phoenix eyes, as deep as the night sky and sharp as an eagle's, seemed to be able to see through the deepest secrets of people's hearts, and they were fixed on Lu Wushuang who was trembling in front of her.

There are complex emotions intertwined in her eyes, including deep nostalgia and unwillingness for past grievances, and a determination and strength that remains unshakable after going through vicissitudes of life. This look of judgment on the past reveals an unquestionable and irresistible determination.

Tears were falling silently on Lu Wushuang's delicate cheeks like the endless drizzle in spring and the dead leaves swaying in the cold wind of autumn. Every drop of tears carried endless sorrow and helplessness, converging into thin streams.

Telling of her inner pain and struggle, Lu Wushuang stood there, her body thin and frail, as if a gust of wind could blow her down. But even so, she never flinched, but just endured it all silently, making people feel pity for her and want to lend a helping hand to share some of her burden.

Li Mochou's gaze slowly wandered over Lu Wushuang, finally settling on her clear, bright yet slightly melancholy eyes. These eyes were strikingly similar to those of Lu Zhanyuan, her lover whom she once deeply loved but who ultimately brought her endless pain and betrayal.

It seemed like a trick of fate that made two people who should not have had such an intersection closely connected again. At this moment, Li Mochou's heart was filled with complicated emotions, including memories of past emotions.

For a moment, Li Mochou's thoughts surged like the tide, and the figure of Lu Wushuang's deceased father Lu Zhanyuan involuntarily emerged in her mind. Those past memories were like sharp blades.

Deep scars were left on Li Mochou's heart. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the waves in her heart and let her emotions return to calm. However, this was not easy. Complex emotions still flashed in her eyes.

After a long while, when Li Mochou's mood finally stabilized a little from the surging anger and grief, she took a deep breath and stared at the evil disciple Lu Wushuang in front of her with complicated eyes.

Li Mochou seemed to be trying hard to suppress the emotions surging in her heart, and then she slowly spoke.

"For the sake of your...father Lu Zhanyuan, I will give you, my evil disciple, one last chance!"

Although her tone was harsh, like the chilly wind in winter, making people shudder; but within this harshness, there was an indescribable tenderness and struggle that could not be concealed.

That tenderness, perhaps, was the reluctance to part with the deep affection between master and disciple in the past, and the remembrance of that innocent time; and that struggle was her wandering between reason and emotion, trying to find a balance on the scale of forgiveness and punishment.

However, time flies, and Li Mochou is no longer the young girl who was new to the world and full of longing. Her delicate face may still be pure and elegant.

But there was a bit more calmness and depth between his brows, which came from the vicissitudes of life. The tenderness that was inadvertently revealed was like the gentlest starlight in the night sky. Although it was not dazzling, it was enough to touch people's hearts.

Li Mochou learned how to hide her emotions deeply, using layer upon layer of disguise to cover up the waves in her heart. When this tenderness inadvertently overflowed from the bottom of her heart, she was always able to quickly take it back, as if it had never existed, and she concealed it very well.

Afterwards, Li Mochou took a deep breath and tried to calm the ups and downs in her heart. She stared at Lu Wushuang in front of her with her cold eyes and continued in a cold voice.

"As long as you hand over the Secret of the Five Poisons, I can spare your life. However, I can spare your life, but I must take back your martial arts. The martial arts of my Tomb School cannot be spread around the world at will!"

Her voice was still cold and resolute, and every word revealed an unquestionable power. As one of the successors of the Ancient Tomb Sect, Li Mochou had the obligation to safeguard the dignity and interests of the sect from infringement.

Therefore, Li Mochou would never allow the ancient tomb martial arts that she taught Lu Wushuang to spread out.

When Li Mochou, the notorious female devil in the martial arts world who killed people without blinking an eye, [Red Snake Fairy] slowly spoke those words, Yang Guo and Lu Wushuang who were standing in front of her did not feel surprised at all.

This is Li Mochou, a person who kills his ancestors decisively, acts decisively, and never drags his feet.