Cultivate with an African God

A heavy rain suddenly fell at night, and when the raindrops fell, Mu Xinghe was still depressed.

He is not very adapted to this physical state.It’s fine without magic weapons, he’s still hungry, he’s sleepy, and he wants to practice, but his body can’t keep any energy.

Mu Xinghe yawned, and the servant followed suit, holding a candle in his hand, rubbing his eyes frantically, the shadow of the lamp was swaying, Mu Xinghe was about to leave the study, but saw the lamp dragging a shadow that was originally covered by the pile of books.

Mu Xinghe turned his head abruptly, and found that under the cover of the pile of books was a delicate and small medicine bottle.

He opened the cork, and a very familiar feeling came over his face, carrying the fragrance of the wind after the rain——Mu Xinghe swallowed the pill inside almost without thinking, and the moment it fell into his stomach, a sudden A fresh air was slowly born in Mu Xinghe's dantian, like drizzle falling on the dry wasteland, Mu Xinghe's spirit was shaken, and his sleepiness was slightly relieved.

Mu Xinghe's fingers moved slightly—a little zhenqi swam through his meridians and appeared at his fingertips.That zhenqi was very weak, just at the level he had just crossed over, but a spark suddenly sparked in Mu Xinghe's heart.

At this time, he understood why the Megatron general was in a hurry to do it, because although there is no supernatural power in this world, these people are the owners of supernatural power, and there are medicines here that can help them recover their power, and as time goes by , the acquisition of medicines, those forces brought them less and less help. General Megatron has such a top-level power, so he naturally intends to obtain the maximum benefit at the peak moment.

Mu Xinghe turned around and told the boy to rest first, and wandered around the mansion by himself, searching and thinking at the same time.

General Megatron controls soldiers and horses, which is a powerful force that can easily destroy tens of millions of people. However, the Imperial City Division is an agency established by the former emperor to monitor hundreds of officials. It has many eyes and ears, and there should be many assassins. General Megatron exposed His identity was killed by Zhu Yishi, the Secretary of the Imperial City. Zhu Yishi was probably the same person as him, but... with such power as his support, even if Zhu Yishi exposed his identity, at this moment, no one else could decide. Can kill it easily.

In terms of power, they are naturally stronger because they are closely related to the imperial power, but other sects in the rivers and lakes-such as the upright leader Hengwuting, the weird and unpredictable cult Bliss Palace, the killer organization Moonlight, and the ability to listen to the world's affairs and be good at strange affairs. There are not only many followers, but naturally there are also many masters of martial arts. I am afraid that they are no worse than the powerful soldiers under General Megatron.

From this point of view, Mu Xinghe's situation is not very good.

The force he can rely on is Feiyun Yinzhuang. Although it is famous, it is not famous for its force.There are indeed some masters in maintaining order under their command, but their status is gained by dealing with black and white, and achieving a balance of interests with various big figures.If Mu Xinghe wanted to fight hard, it wouldn't take too long for him to be wiped out by other forces.

However, Feiyun Yinzhuang also has its own unique advantages. Yinzhuang is his financial support. The casino gathers all kinds of teachings and nine streams, and the news circulates faster than other places.

Different identities bring different advantages, and the best choice is always to follow the trend.He doesn't have to use force to overwhelm people like General Megatron, he can always lurk in the crowd, quietly watching the changes, waiting for an opportunity to kill with one blow.

Mu Xinghe used his rummaging ability that he had cultivated in various RPG games since he was a child, and searched through all the rooms he could enter. He successfully found two bottles of medicine and three pieces of yellow paper that could be used as talisman papers. The level of true qi has evolved to the free use of Qingfeng Jue.

Xinghe studied for a long time, but couldn't hold on anymore, so he had to rest.

The next day Mu Xinghe was woken up again by the boy.

When he woke up, the rain had stopped, it was wet outside, the sky was a little blue, but the boy's complexion was even more bleak than the sky.His lower lip began to tremble: "The plague, the plague has entered the city! Many people around the city gate are sick!"

Mu Xinghe paused, casually reassuringly said that there might be a genius doctor who can cure the plague in the capital city Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, but he didn't think so at all in his heart.

The plague is still eroding into the city, which means that the setting of the plague is not to seal the city, but...to narrow their scope of action.No one will be able to stop this plague, and even Mu Xinghe can conclude that it is not so much a plague as it is an approaching poisonous gas.

He thought it was a role-playing game, but he didn't expect it to be a complete battle royale.

Under the condition that only the last person is the winner of the mutual killing, there will definitely be someone who wants to lurk in a place where no one knows, and when the situation is clear, kill the other person and become the winner.But the poisonous fog keeps approaching, and people need to keep moving in order to avoid the erosion of the poisonous fog, and will eventually be limited to a small area to kill each other.

He has seen the map, the center of this square city is the imperial city, the imperial city is where the emperor lives, and the people in the surrounding circle are either rich or noble, it just so happens that Mu Xinghe is rich here, living here , in the face of this poisonous smog that is bound to come, at least there is still some time to plan.

Before leaving, Mu Xinghe said that he was going to go out to fight cocks and horses, but suddenly he seemed to have changed his mind, and said that he wanted to make up his mind, and even if the master was not around, he still wanted to manage Feiyun Yinzhuang well.

However, the young servant was different from yesterday's overall acceptance, but showed some confusion, and then said with tears in his eyes: "Young master, it's great that you can think like this!"

Mu Xinghe looked at him, the other person's expression did not seem to be fake, it was very genuine.

He exhaled melancholy.

Sure enough, loopholes are not so easy to exploit.

He originally wanted to use his face-changing performance to identify who was his opponent, but sure enough, on the second day, the attitude of others towards him would change.When his performance on the first day is more inclined to which one, the impression that others see him will gradually be fixed.

By the way, Mu Xinghe molested a few servants to verify his guess, left home, searched the casino and Yinzhuang in the name of inspection, and successfully obtained a elixir, which awakened his innate magic skills.

Another notable difference in this world is that although he possesses true energy, he can't see anyone's cultivation—of course, others can't see his cultivation either, and at first glance, they are all good people.

When Mu Xinghe left the casino, the news of the plague entering the city had already spread among the people. Although the people panicked, the capital did not lose order. It has not yet come, and it is still prosperous and beautiful.Mu Xinghe is the most typical young master. The boy leads his horse and he walks leisurely, but a man catches up with him and walks with him.

The man had a gentle smile and a soft voice: "Brother, the plague is about to enter the city, why don't you go home as soon as possible to escape?"

Mu Xinghe reined in his horse and looked at him.

It was a tall man with a handsome face, and his clothes were simple in style but made of high-quality materials.The attitude was very friendly, as if he was really worried about Mu Xinghe's safety.

But when Mu Xinghe looked at the man's dark eyes, he could detect a trace of hidden killing intent.

This is a real human being.

Only they can perceive the real danger of the plague through the rules of the killing game. His words are aimed at his own temptation.

Mu Xinghe has no doubts, if his answer makes the other party realize something is wrong, there will be a killer move towards him.

Mu Xinghe's thoughts turned, suddenly he patted the servant beside him, raised his head and said, "Come on, tell me, who am I?"

So the little servant stepped forward, happened to stand in front of Mu Xinghe, also holding his head high, with enigmatic complacency and self-confidence: "Young Master Feiyun Yinzhuang!"

Mu Xinghe smiled contemptuously, and pretended to be the second generation ancestor: "I am the young master of Feiyun Yinzhuang. If the plague really came, the people who came into contact with me would not be selected. Get close to me?" Then he glanced at the other person's clothes: "—Which onion are you?"

The other party's eyes fell on him for a moment, then he smiled suddenly, cupped his hands and said: "It turns out that it is the young master of Feiyun Yinzhuang. I have admired him for a long time, and I am lucky to meet you. I was rude."

Mu Xinghe didn't talk to him any more, turned his head and continued to stroll around him slowly, without even looking back, until he felt the eyes on him leave, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

He had just had a brush with death.

If this person can stop him on the road, he must have the confidence to kill him regardless of his ability.When the situation was unclear, Mu Xinghe didn't want to gamble with his life on a chance to fight back.

That being the case, he can only pretend that he is not worth being killed-who is not worth being killed?Dead souls or outright dead people as background boards.

Of course, it doesn't rule out the possibility that Mu Xinghe's behavior failed to dispel his doubts—even if Mu Xinghe is not a real opponent, it would not take much trouble to kill him casually.

Therefore, while Mu Xinghe was pretending to be a dead soul, he also had to reveal his identity.He is a young master with power behind him, even if he is dead, even if he is just a dead soul, he may not be mermaid, and there will still be people who will interfere with him in the future.Then, it's not worth causing such trouble for someone who is not a real opponent.

This person left quickly, presumably still looking for the next possible prey. Such actions showed that... he was confident that he could single-handedly kill most of his opponents.

"Maybe he's a big shot with a 98K [-]x mirror." Mu Xinghe sighed sadly.

Mu Xinghe wandered around, but found nothing, but found that the imperial court responded very quickly, and the officers and soldiers had already posted notices everywhere. The announcement said that the infected people had been quarantined, and the corpses would also be burned. The imperial court had sent medical officers to check.Mu Xinghe stood on his horse and looked at it for a while, knowing in his heart that there was no cure for this so-called plague. If the court still responded like this, there would be chaos in the city soon, but he showed a relaxed look on his face.

The bulletin wall was full of people, people were eager to discuss current affairs, and the posting of the new bulletin sparked a discussion.Mu Xinghe didn't hear any unexpected opinions, so he was about to call the boy back, but he heard a person sigh: "These days in the capital are too peaceful, not to mention the epidemic, the Yonghui Sword Song Ziqi can be killed under the blue sky and white sun." Assassination is really scary."

Mu Xinghe glanced at the person who spoke. The person was dressed in simple and neat clothes, with a long sword on his back. He looked like a very common Jiang Hu person.

There are quite a few Jianghu visitors in Beijing, and when others saw such a person, they just answered in an ordinary tone: "Isn't it very common for Jianghu people to fight each other, and win and lose each other?"

"No... Killing a person is much more difficult than defeating a person," the man shook his head with a serious expression, "That man is a swordsman ranked in the top ten in the weapon list, he walks alone and has extraordinary swordsmanship. Great progress in swordsmanship, seldom defeats, and actually died at the hands of others, I really can't think of what Heren did."

That person really couldn't understand why such a master would die silently, but Mu Xinghe understood.

The hunter who was roaming the streets just now found his prey.

Mu Xinghe stopped and listened for a while, deduced the scene of the crime, and turned his head away.He wanted to find some clues to infer the other party's method of killing, and to settle accounts with that person later, but found that the body had already been restrained.

In the deep alley was a young swordsman, dressed in simple brown clothes with very rough patches, and there were still some places that were not patched, revealing the milky white underclothes.He tied a knot for the mat, and carried the rolled mat on his shoulders.

The alley was narrow, Mu Xinghe asked the boy to lead the horse, and waited on the street. He leaned against the wall at the entrance of the alley, leaned against the wall, crossed his chest, and quietly watched the boy's series of movements.

Mu Xinghe was thinking about how to get out of this young man's words. Although most people in this world are just some dead souls, the language of their actions seems to record the appearance of these people themselves, and has its own logical system.His subordinate servants can obey him unconditionally, but others may not necessarily buy him this account.

The boy got up and saw him, and stared at him.He didn't seem to be surprised, with one hand holding on to the straw mat, the other hand had drawn his sword out of its sheath.

"Who is what?"

That ray of sword light made Mu Xinghe's eyes brighten - what a fast sword!

He drew his sword very quickly, his judgment was extremely calm, his expression was covered with snow that had not melted for years, and his heart was awe-inspiring because of his killing intent.

He is like a sharp blade made of frost.

A master!

It is not impossible for dead souls to have masters.

This young man is confining the corpse. If he is a living person, he has no connection with the world itself, so it is impossible to waste time and energy for someone who doesn't want to do it—or an irrelevant corpse.Such a single-minded behavior can only be done by dead souls.

"Idlers, nothing to do," Mu Xinghe replied, "Where's his sword?"

This person... looks like a dead soul, but maybe not.Mu Xinghe couldn't explain why he wanted to stay. He knew that his intuition was always useless, but he still didn't leave. Instead, he asked a question without any reason. If it was just a dead soul, he should be able to answer it soon. If not, Mu Xinghe could also pretend to be a dead soul related to this matter, thinking about his next move while talking.

"The sword goes with the people, and we bury the green mountains together," the young man replied quickly, narrowing his eyes slightly, Mu Xinghe could see the light of the sword flashing in his eyes, and the cold tip of the sword was already pressed against his throat, "Who are you?" ?”

Mu Xinghe didn't seem to hear the threatening meaning in the young man's words, as if he had been prepared, he took a step back, opened the newly bought jade bone fan from Wenwan shop, and put on a dignified posture: "I am black and white Dao, the son of the master of Feiyun Yinzhuang who is well-known in the court and down to the court, so I know that someone killed him, and he died, so let me come and see."

The boy looked at him, not letting go of his vigilance.But Mu Xinghe laughed: "But look at you, you don't have the money to negotiate a deal with me, bad luck, let's go!"

The boy was silent, and Mu Xinghe walked out.

He is betting.Gambling on the identity of the boy, but also betting on the boy's belief in his own identity.

He counted his steps, but his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

He showed that he knew the inside story, and the person didn't ask, so it was probably because he didn't need to know.Why is a person who can save corpses for others not interested in this matter?

He knew who the murderer was.But he wasn't injured, and he wasn't fatigued, which means he knew but didn't work hard for it.

These inferences are inconsistent with his behavior of restraining the corpse, indicating that his behavior is a kind of cover-up, to conceal his identity as not a dead soul.

—He really wasn’t!

Mu Xinghe was thinking about whether he was sure of killing people violently.His spell recovery is not much, probably only at the level of a few wind chopping tactics, but the young man's shots are extremely fast.

However, at this time he heard the boy's voice sounding behind him.

"I am a disciple of Yonghui Sword, please tell me who is the murderer."

Mu Xinghe turned around, and the young man walked towards him slowly, his straw mat had not been put down yet, and there was a smell of blood.In the light, he finally saw the boy's face clearly. It was very ordinary, but he had a pair of pupils as dark as a long night, reflecting his strange face.

If this sentence had sounded earlier, Mu Xinghe would not have hesitated.If it was someone else, he wouldn't care about the time gap of almost one step, and the suspicion of the other party had already been eliminated in his heart. However, when Mu Xinghe heard this sentence, he began to think whether it meant a compromise, or... paralysis A sneak attack on the will of others.

Mu Xinghe saw Jianguang flashing before his eyes faster than his thoughts.

What a fast sword!

"Dang—" Mu Xinghe suddenly took a step back.

He blocked the enemy with his fan, the bones of the fan were crushed by a sword, and his palms were numb, but he used the power of Qingfeng Jue to turn all the broken jade into hidden weapons and attack the young man.

He originally wanted to stop the young man, but the young man's mind was unexpectedly firm, those broken jades would almost fall into his eyes, and his sword power did not stop——

Mu Xinghe has traveled all over these years, but this sword technique is completely out of all the sword techniques Mu Xinghe has seen.I only feel that the sword intent is like flowing water, rising like the moon, smooth and cold.

Mu Xinghe threw out the rest of the fan, probably because it blocked the boy's sight, the boy's movements were a little slow.

But Mu Xinghe didn't stop for a moment. He took out something from his chest, and the words popped out like a cannonball: "I'll tell you what this is in my hand. It's called a bomb. I'll throw it out with a snap later. It explodes and attracts people, everyone knows you, just wait to be hunted down day and night!"

He kept talking, and a wind-cutting tactic had quietly gathered in his hands. His posture was not calm, but his eyes were calm and cold. Everything was still in his eyes. He only waited for a moment and an angle, and the ultimate move would come out. release.

Mu Xinghe doesn't like to do things that have no way out.

The boy's sword stopped.

His other hand was still protecting the straw mat on his shoulder, a meaningless corpse and a meaningless burden to the living, and he was still protecting it at this moment.It's a very habitual gesture.

Mu Xinghe looked at him fixedly, and suddenly smiled.

"Are you Zhong Zijin from Yingzhou Sword Sect?"

The boy's pupils shrank slightly, and a cold light reflected from the sword in his hand: "Who are you?"

But Mu Xinghe's smile deepened: "No way, I'll just lie to you, it's true—don't do anything, you owe me a fucking debt of joy and haven't paid me back!"

"That's not called Huozhi's joy, it's now called Tu Mie Honglian!" The boy subconsciously responded.

Mu Xinghe watched the vigilance of the young man in front of him drop little by little with his words, and even his icy shell melted quickly. His brows and eyes softened, but he still showed an angry look. On Mu Xinghe's chest, he scolded while laughing: "Pretending to be a ghost!"

"You're just playing tricks, you just wanted to kill me!" Mu Xinghe would never lose to Zhong Zijin in terms of language.

Zhong Zijin had something in his hands, so it was not easy to fight with him, so he had to explain obediently: "I didn't pretend to be anything, this swordsman is very famous, and I am an unknown person. His disciple. Later, the swordsman was dead. I didn’t want to expose my identity as a participant in the competition too early, so I collected his body for him according to common sense. To cover up my identity, I made up my swordsmanship temporarily to ensure that others would not recognize him. This is the way of Yingzhou, but how do you know it's me?"

"How long have I known you? You have never avoided me since you practiced sword every day. You have indeed changed that sword technique, but I feel a bit similar to your Canghai sword technique. A person who changes his sword technique in such a time, It might be you."

Mu Xinghe is in a good mood today. Although he didn't find any panacea or magic weapon, Zhong Zijin is here, which is better than other things.

When Mu Xinghe left the alley, he naturally brought Zhong Zijin out as well.Zhong Zijin's body here seems to be younger than the young master, with a long steel sword on his back, and the light in his eyes is restrained, but he looks like a master, many times stronger than the ostentatious young master.

Zhong Zijin has become more and more silent over the years, and Mu Xinghe can't even tell whether he just doesn't want to talk or is preoccupied.Fortunately, the friendship between them has not been affected by these changes. Zhong Zijin will still laugh and quarrel next to him, and he will, as usual, believe in Mu Xinghe's words.

Mu Xinghe instructed the boy to hire a car and put the straw mat that wrapped the dead man on it.The boy naturally asked about the origin of this corpse, and Mu Xinghe pointed to Zhong Zijin: "This kid, sold himself to bury his master, I bought it to be a bodyguard."

Zhong Zijin was walking silently with his head buried in his head, but he couldn't help but pause when he heard this remark.

But Mu Xinghe made up the words very smoothly, and he was smiling, as if he was very happy to buy someone at a low price.

It is indeed good news that Zhong Zijin is by his side, but the identity of Zhong Zijin is bad news.

He had analyzed the situation to Zhong Zijin, and the appearance of Zhong Zijin had brought about a change in his judgment.

"I originally thought that my competitors were just people from the major forces, no matter how bad they were, they were also famous people in Beijing, but after meeting you, I realized that the situation may be more complicated than I imagined. People who have no idea of ​​their identities and have no time to pay attention, hide in the alleys and grassy fields with the most ordinary identities, watching for all possible prey."

night.A curved Emei moon.

The moonlight was cold and fell in a garden.

From a distance, the garden is full of gurgling water, luxuriant trees, pavilions, towers and pavilions, but it is full of weeds, dark cobwebs, ruined walls, and decayed beams and pillars.

Because of the desolate moonlight, such a dilapidated scene is even more bleak.

Someone pushed the door open and made a piercing sound. Two gray-clothed women with drooping hair appeared in the moonlight at some point. Pavilions in the water burning with unnamed incense.

"The target is everyone on the list."

The host leaned against the pillars of the pavilion, and his pale fingers slowly slid across the paper handed in by that person-- across the Chonglou Fengge, across the Feiyun Yinzhuang, across the Bliss Palace and Hengwu Court, across the big Powers, big and small, crossed the names of those strange people and strangers, and finally landed on the word 'Xindi'.

After a while, the master smiled slightly.

"received."

It was still early before the full moon, the moonlight was weak and cool, the wind was blowing, the cobwebs were trembling, a spider crawled across the broken plaque, and a few words were engraved on it——

The moon shines on the residual que.

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Battle Royale!