The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

"Ah, who is it? Is she the only one who can command Huangshan? What about the other descendants who subdued the evil spirit of Suzaku?"

Mo Ran didn't answer him directly, but said: "Thousands of years ago, the one who subdued the evil spirit of Suzaku was called Song Qiao, and the word Xingyi."

Xue Meng turned pale with shock, and blurted out: "The Lord of Huabi, Song Xingyi?!"

"Ah."

"He, he is the last sphenoid bone beauty in the history of cultivation who can be ranked as a grandmaster!"

Mo Ran had no expression on his face, and said: "That's right, so the last person who can open the gate of Huangshan has died in the flames of Confucianism. It is Song Qiutong."

Xue Meng opened his mouth involuntarily, and was about to say something when there was a commotion in the distance, and a large group of Tsing Yi monks from Bitanzhuang suddenly surrounded the frontmost barrier at the foot of Huangshan Mountain.

"Master Li!"

"Master!"

Chu Wanning's complexion changed slightly, his eyebrows were blazing, and he walked towards that side. He pushed aside the crowd, and saw Li Wuxin being supported by his disciples, his face was as white as paper, and he was spitting out blood, and the stinky blood was sticking to his gray beard , with pale lips, eyes turned up, already unconscious, tremblingly said: "It's the first... It's... It's the first..."

Since Li Wuxin withdrew his strength, the barrier backlash suffered by the remaining sect leaders was even stronger. Huang Xiaoyue was acting as the temporary head of the Jiangdong Hall, and her mana was a bit lower than that of the other sect masters, so she couldn't bear it anymore , It is difficult to even turn your head.

On the other hand, Jiang Xi, although his face was also pale, but he still had the strength to look towards Li Wuxin, and said, "He fell into the nightmare of the phoenix."

The curse of the phoenix is ​​attached to the Phoenix Mountain enchantment. Once someone wants to tear open the crack and try to go up the mountain in vain, it is extremely easy to be swallowed by this nightmare.

This is similar to the illusion of Jin Chengchi's heart-picking willow, but the nightmare of the phoenix is ​​hard to get rid of, and those who are tricked often cannot wake up again.

Seeing this, a group of Bitanzhuang disciples knelt on the ground, and what was more, they burst into tears: "Master! Wake up, Master——"

In the dream, Li Wuxin was giggling for a while, raving for a while, and suddenly broke away from his disciple Zhen Congming who was holding him, lay on his back and danced, laughing loudly: "I got the first! It's the first! It's the first!"

Among the disciples of other sects around the back, someone whispered: "What is number one?"

But Li Wuxin would never answer them. He was immersed in the joy of the nightmare, he opened his mouth, revealing two rows of teeth sticky with blood and saliva, and smiled extremely intoxicated. After a while, as if the nightmare suddenly turned, he The old face froze, showing anger.

"No—you can't do this! You can't do this! You promised to return Bitanzhuang's secret scroll of swordsmanship to me! How can you break your promise!"

After a while, it turned into a mournful face again.

This is really frightening, Li Wuxin has always been an old Taoist priest who cares about face, and is also the lord of a village, he has never had such a face in front of others——

Not like a master, not like a priest.

Not even a man.

He salivated his face, writhing mournfully in the folds, as if he was trying to squeeze his dignity into the wrinkles all over his face, he was begging: "80 billion gold is really too much, that swordsmanship secret volume is originally Bitanzhuang belongs to my Grand Master, it was at that time when the sect was lonely, there was no money left, and there was no other way to sell it to you...the head...please, less..."

Everyone looked at each other in dismay.

80 billion gold?

Sword manual?

Then someone suddenly remembered that the former head of Bitanzhuang had a strong temper and outspoken words, which attracted the attention of many sects in the cultivation world. The entire villa of Bitan Villa was in decline, and even the surplus money to subsidize the disciples could not be allocated for three years in a row. Later, for some reason, it suddenly became rich again. The Duan Shui sword technique was so lonely, and the later disciples couldn't use the essence of it.

For this reason, there are always people in the world who ridicule Li Wuxin, saying that it is because of his poor teaching that Bitan Village, the former sword master's village, has been reduced to the end of the world of cultivation.

But right now, everyone is surprised that things may not be as simple as previously thought—could it be that the catastrophe at Bitan Village back then was due to the sale of the sword manual to return to the world?

Some people immediately thought of Gu Yueye for such a profiteer who took advantage of the fire, and many eyes quietly swept over Jiang Xi's face.

"Could it be Lone Moon Night..."

"Maybe Jiang's ancestor..."

Li Wuxin was still struggling and rolling in pain on the ground, Zhen Congming couldn't hold him, he cried and yelled for a while, then simply got up and kowtowed to the surroundings, blood and snot flowed down together.

"Give it back to me, I've spent most of my life raising it, and the total is only 51 billion gold." Li Wuxin wailed, "It's only 51 billion gold...I really tried my best for what you want, I really don't have that much money, I can't kill, rob, do all kinds of bad things to get money, right?! Your faction earns thousands of dollars every day, but Bitanzhuang really doesn't have that much money... Please..."

Hearing "Your faction earns ten thousand gold every day", those who hadn't looked at Jiang Xi before all started to glance at Jiang Xi.The Xuanyuan Pavilion under Jiang Xi is the largest black market in the cultivation world. If it wasn't him, who else could it be?

There was a young disciple of Bitan Village who was so angry that his eyes were red, and he yelled at Jiang Xi: "Master Jiang! It turns out that the most important three volumes of my Bitan Village's Duan Shui sword manual were written on your lonely moon night?" ?! You need 80 billion gold to export, you...how can you be so shameless!"

Before Jiang Xi could speak, there was a person on the left, who said hoarsely: "The truth is not yet known, how dare you accuse the head of Jiang?"

The person who spoke turned out to be Huang Xiaoyue, who was almost out of breath.

The hands of this old guy holding the barrier were shaking, and he wanted to speak to Jiang Xi to show his loyalty. It was really obvious what his intentions were.

The disciple of Bitanzhuang was extremely annoyed, he rushed forward to scold Huang Xiaoyue, but was firmly held back by his fellow disciple, who persuaded him: "Zhen Fu, don't mess with them."

Hearing the name, the ink burned.

In the past, he might have felt that this name was as smart as it was, making people laugh out loud, but now he looked at the old man kowtowing and kneeling in the mud, and suddenly felt very bitter.

Can't laugh at all.

"50 billion won't work...then... then 55 billion?" Li Wuxin was crying, and kept wiping tears on her sleeve, "55 billion, I'm going to do a business for the Chang family in Yizhou, and sell some magical artifacts and spirit stones , I can still get it together, 55 billion... Sect Leader, please do me a favor and show mercy... just return the sword manual to me."

He bowed his head and kowtowed until finally his forehead was broken and blood flowed horizontally.

"The Duan Shui Sword Manual is the soul of Bitan Village..." he cried, "Before my master became immortal, his only wish was for me to redeem the sword manual. The black hair has turned into white hair, and the begging person has changed from your father to you... I even begged Luo Fenghua..."

"what!"

Everyone suddenly paled.

Luo Fenghua? !

Li Wuxin begged Luo Fenghua? !

It's not Lonely Moon Night...it's...it's...

Looking back, no one was walking, but they immediately allocated a way, because almost all the sects turned their heads to look at Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi in the corner.

"It's Confucianism!"

No more whispering this time.Someone yelled out.

"It's shameless!"

"Just talk about how the Confucian School's swordsmanship has suddenly improved so much in the past few decades, and even has the legacy of a sword master! Beast!"

"Back then, the Lingshan Conference gave Nangong Si the third! What kind of skill is the stolen swordsmanship!"

"It's disgusting!!"

Nangong Si stood in the same place with a blank expression, of course he didn't know about the crimes and scandals of the Confucianism Sect, those evils committed by his father and ancestors should have fallen on the top of the Confucianism Sect 72 city, and now he has to come alone Carry.

He didn't run away, didn't make a sound, his face was ashen, and he just stood there silently.

Ye Wangxi wanted to shake his hand, but Nangong Si took it away calmly, and he stood in front of Ye Wangxi.

"He actually has the face to come..."

"His father is such a beast, what kind of good do you think a son can be?"

The people in Bitanzhuang were the most indignant and shouted at them: "Get out! Don't you get out?!"

"The top ten sects no longer have Confucianism! What are you doing standing here! Get lost!"

"Dog men and women, shameless!"

All around were the voices of impassioned Peng Bai, cursing and cursing, with such vivid hatred on every face.

Suddenly someone rushed over, the bi-cloth rolled, it was a disciple of Bitanzhuang, that person grabbed Nangong Si by the lapel, Ye Wangxi immediately said: "Si!"

However, Nangong Si only pushed her away in the blink of an eye, and then was pressed to the ground by the disciple of Bitanzhuang. His fists rained down on his face, chest ribs, and abdomen, punching and punching without spirit. He was strong, but his fists were dull, fierce, and went crazy.

At this time, another cold voice suddenly said sharply: "Stop."

The punch was not received, and it hit Nangong Si's handsome face. Nangong Si suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his hair was messed up, and he lay on the ground, covered in mud.

The angry disciple wanted to shake his fist again, but his arm was pinched.

He looked back angrily, and howled, "Bastard! I don't want you—"

Words did not speak.

Because the person standing in front of him is the number one master in the world, Chu Wanning.

"stop."

Chu Wanning's eyes were like cold springs, looking down at him, the expression on his face couldn't tell what it was, it seemed to have a lot of emotions, and it seemed to have nothing.

He just held the boy's arm tightly, pursed his lips, and said for a long while: "Stop beating."

Nangong Si coughed up another mouthful of blood on the ground, Ye Wangxi rushed to help him, but he waved him away: "Don't worry about me, I should take the responsibility of Confucianism for my father."

The boy was even angrier when he heard the sound, struggling to get rid of Chu Wanning's hand, and wanted to fight again.

Chu Wanning raised his eyebrows: "Don't fight!"

"Don't care about it! You are a person at the top of life and death, and it's not your turn to care about this!" The young man was also crazy, and he yelled at Chu Wanning, "Why are they doing this to my master? Why?! With Why treat Bitanzhuang like this?! Bitanzhuang has been pretending to be a cow for Confucianism for so many years!! Why...why!!"

He wailed.

Behind him were Li Wuxin's groans and pleadings.

Li Wuxin was still pleading to Nangong Liu, who didn't exist in his consciousness, "Luo Fenghua said he was willing to exchange the sword manual for me...but he didn't know where he was put...you promised me...the master ...you promised me..."

"I'm 79 this year, and I don't have a few years left to live. I don't have enough cultivation in this life, maybe I can't be turned into an immortal, and I won't be able to see my master... But the only thing he told me, I can't do it. "Every word Li Wuxin said was like a blood clot dug out of his throat, and he was also wailing, "I can't do it, the head...give it back to me...give back the things in Bitanzhuang... Old man..."

"please……"

The disciples of Bitanzhuang were trembling, and Chu Wanning's hands were trembling slightly.

There were tears, hatred, and bewilderment in the boy's eyes.

But he couldn't break free, and finally he spat on Chu Wanning's cheek with a mouthful of saliva, and he said: "What kind of master is a beast."

"Master!"

"Mo Ran, stand still, don't come over."

Chu Wanning let go of the young man's hand, the young man was free, and immediately wanted to beat Nangong Si who was already bruised and bruised, but unexpectedly a golden light fell, and the Begonia barrier opened, holding Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi firmly guard in it.

Chu Wanning was originally half-kneeling on the ground. At this moment, he slowly got up and looked at those blurred and lively faces one by one.

At one end of the crowd was him, and at the other end was Li Wuxin, who was in blood and tears.

Li Wuxin's old voice came, it was the branches of winter, piercing into the sky: "Isn't it 55 billion..."

In the dream, the old man was still trying to bargain with Nangong Liu.

Humble dead.

Very humble.

Humble to the point of an old face, turned into sand.

"58 billion?"

His voice trembled.

Chu Wanning closed his eyes.

His hands were also curled up under the wide sleeves, trembling.

But he still said word by word: "Nangongsi, is the old man Rong Yan, the son of Mrs. Rong."

In front of the huge Huangshan Mountain, more than a thousand people could only hear Li Wuxin's wailing and Chu Wanning's cold and stern voice.

At one end, Li Wuxin said: "58 billion, it's okay? That's just three sword books..."

On the other end, Chu Wanning said: "When I came out of the mountain, I didn't bring any silver, and I didn't know how to ask for it. It was Mrs. Rong's kindness, and I left me to live in Confucianism."

He paused, and there was only the sound of Li Wuxin crying.

"Mrs. Rong once asked me to take her son Nangong Si as an apprentice. I was young and afraid that I would not be able to do the job, so I never agreed. But that year..."

Chu Wanning turned his face slightly, and glanced at Nangong Si who fell to the ground.He finally slowly revealed the truth that Nangong Si didn't remember, word by word.

"In that year, Mrs. Rong and her youngest son paid homage to me in front of the ancestral temple three times, saying that Nangongsi's ceremony as a master has been completed. If I want to live in Confucianism for a long time in the future, Nangongsi should treat me as a teacher."

Chu Wanning raised his eyes.

"Nangong Si is my apprentice."

Hearing this, Xue Meng's face was instantly livid!

The faces of Mo Ran and Shi Mo were not very good, but they didn't speak, looking at Chu Wanning.

"If it is true that the father's debt is repaid, then he will be a teacher for a day and a father for life. Since I have received the three worships of Nangong Si, he can call me a master." Chu Wanning said, "He My master is still there. Therefore, whether seeking revenge or beating and scolding... I am here, and I will never resist."

"Master!"

"Master——!"

Mo Ran, Xue Meng and Shi Mo knelt down together, and Nan Gongsi also struggled to get up from the ground. The blood in his mouth did not stop, and he only murmured: "No... I don't worship... I haven't worshiped... I don't have a master... I don't have a master..."

However, at this time, Li Wuxin suddenly let out a long cry, he raised his head to the sky, his beard and hair were like blowing snow, his eyes were open, and blood continued to flow from the eye sockets.

He howled loudly, cried, choked up, and groaned.

"59 billion, it's okay, right? The head of Nangong... 59 billion... if there is more, you can take pity on me, an old man, and leave me some money for the coffin... okay, okay?"

He was in a posture like he was about to kill, and finally hissed, his veins bursting out.

"Okay!!"

Three in a row, okay, Li Wuxin suddenly vomited blood again, the blood was soaring, and there was deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards, he fell to the ground with a thud.

The lord of the lowest sect in the upper cultivation world.During his lifetime, this old man who was wandering around like a buffoon deliberately curry favor with every possible sect he could associate with.This is a big joke that spent most of his life, still doing nothing, even three sword manuals can't be redeemed.

A trash, a mediocrity.

Just like that, he opened his eyes and fell into the dusty dust.

died.

The wind was blowing, and all the beings had different expressions on their faces, and no one spoke anymore.

It's just that Mo Ran suddenly remembered that there is a treasure in Jiaoshan, which is enough to revive the sect. This is something that even Jiang Dongtang knows.

Bitanzhuang and Confucianism are so close, it is impossible not to understand what this means.

After Nangong Liu's death, many big and small factions were chasing after Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi, saying that it was for revenge, but they were all thinking of gold and silver.

But Bitanzhuang did not.

Bitanzhuang is just clumsy, thinking of stupid ways to make friends with the top of death and life, and the lonely moon night, hoping to take care of and support each other in the future.

Li Wuxin didn't even think about the gold and silver treasures of the Confucian school.

Obviously he is the one who has been bullied and oppressed by Confucianism all his life.

Perhaps, just because he has been bullied and squeezed for a long time, the old man will understand in his heart that money is desirable, but it is not unrighteous.

Mo Ran looked at Li Wuxin's dirty, dirty, even ridiculous old face in the dust.

He suddenly understood why the school of Confucianism suddenly changed that day, and everyone ran in a hurry, fleeing for their lives in all directions. The old man wanted to escape, but he flinched and never left.

Obviously he has no great skills, but he bites the bullet and stays in the sea of ​​flames.

A Yujian saved dozens of lives that had nothing to do with him.

People say that Master Bitan Zhuang's grandfather had a set of water-cutting swordsmanship, which can cut off flowing water and break through the sky. History calls it a sword master.

Li Wuxin lacked three books, so he couldn't learn this stunning swordsmanship, nor could he become a sword master.

What he can do, in the end, is to use an enlarged imperial sword to send those people he doesn't know at all, even the disciples of the Confucianism School, out of the sea of ​​flames in the sea of ​​flames, and bring them back to the world one by one .

The author has something to say: There is no small theater today, no matter if it is the main character or a supporting role, whether it is a decent character or a villain, as long as it is a character with some humanity, it will always follow the old rules and not break the rhythm of the small theater, okay? Da~