Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Chapter 347 Violence and retreat (for subscription)

Jiuyuanmen is a first-class sect in Xindu County. It originated from a master of heaven and man in the middle period of Huangming Dynasty. The decline has continued to this day.

Generally speaking, although it is not as prestigious as the Thirteen Martial Arts Holy Lands, its strength cannot be underestimated.

Xing Zhuo is the direct disciple of the current sect master of Jiuyuanmen, and also one of the representative figures sent by Jiuyuanmen to Yunwu Mountain to plan for Jiaolong.

No one is perfect, and Xing Zhuo, who was successful in his youth, was inevitably arrogant and supercilious. During several contacts, he had a rift with Yang Hong, who was born in the uncle's house.

However, under the unified interest demands and the mediation of powerful figures in their respective forces, they barely maintained the superficial harmony.

But superficial skills are superficial skills after all, Yang Hong wanted to kill Xing Zhuo several times, and this time he heard that the dragon scales were stolen from Xing Zhuo by Chang Lin, the killing intent in his heart inevitably boiled again.

If Xing Zhuo really has the map of Yunwu Mountain leading to the Jiaolong's lair, he will definitely take the lead in scrambling for the Jiaolong's eggs, and maybe he will really gain something in the future. This is Yang Hong's envy and absolutely intolerable.

Therefore, after hearing the news, Yang Hong's first reaction was to believe what Chang Lin said, and secretly planned in his heart how to kill Xing Zhuo and seize the map from him.

He even overlooked that since Chang Lin could steal the Jiaolong scale, why didn't he steal it along with the map that might exist?
Well, assuming that Chang Lin's words are true, since he has obtained such a precious thing and knows Xing Zhuo's identity, why didn't he plan hard to seize the map, instead, he came to steal his valuable but vulgar property ?

There are far more doubts than these, but all of them have been subconsciously ignored by people.

Interests affect people's hearts. Not everyone has a clear mind and cognition, and jumps out of the chessboard to consider the overall situation. Even if there are, they will remain silent for selfish and ulterior purposes.

To put it bluntly, warriors are mostly creatures whose muscles are stronger than their brains. They can move their fists without forcing them. If fists can't solve it, they use knives.

Those who really use their brains are mostly old Yinbi, how can they burn themselves and illuminate others?
Just like Chang Lin, if he hadn't taken out the dragon scales first, and then exposed news about Xing Zhuo, he would have been tortured, and his life would be worse than death. It was just a basic operation, and he would suffer anyway.

Before, he was like a child holding cooked fat, surrounded by hungry and dizzy vicious dogs, but now, throwing away the fat is equivalent to throwing away troubles, and the vicious dogs will be happy for the delicious food. Fat meat and biting battle.

Of course, Chang Lin still has great risks. It is even conceivable that in the future, under the Yunwu Mountain, he will definitely be the target that everyone will look for and hide.

If they find him, they will torture him severely. After the torture, they will be deceived and will not kill him, but they will definitely hide him so that no one else will find him. This is inevitable.

Chang Lin is also already prepared to retreat. Right now, as long as he withdraws from this impending battlefield, he will have no worries.

It's not that Yang Hong doesn't believe it, but out of habit, he asked another question,
"Is this true? If you lie to me, you will die by the sword."

As a world with a vast history, myths and legends are naturally common in this world. In a sense, the three emperors and five emperors in ancient times also represent the heavenly emperors in mythology. People are imagining things, but they are real.

Isn't such a special physique a proof of the blood power left by the gods and demons to the people of hundreds of clans?
So for the oath, some warriors still believe in it and avoid it.

But Chang Lin was born in the city, and he was a thief and a thief, so he didn't care about these things, and he swore that
"Mr. Yang, don't worry, the villain will never dare to talk nonsense, otherwise, in this market town, how can there be a place for the villain?"

After all, Chang Lin looked hesitant, uncertain, and said,
"Actually, the villain has one more thing to say about that Xing Zhuo. I don't know whether to say it or not."

Yang Hong has already obtained benefits from this little thief one after another, and he is excited.

Although facing the siege of warriors headed by Zhou Qing in the restaurant, he remained motionless and said calmly,
"Just say what you have, I guarantee that you will be fine."

Chang Lin nodded, stood up cautiously, raised a pair of eyebrows, leaned in front of Yang Hong, deliberately leaned over, as if trying to tell him something secret.

At this moment, the guards behind Yang Hong suddenly felt something was wrong, because this guy was too close to Yang Hong, and Yang Hong didn't even have the slightest precaution. In danger of death?

If you are in a hurry, you must speak to remind.

However, by the time he realized it, it was already too late.

But seeing Chang Lin, who was cowering before, with a flattering expression on his face, put on a cold thief face, burst out, and used a movement technique of a big mouse drilling a hole, and suddenly leaned against Yang Hong, which was extremely subtle.

At the same time, a pair of skillful hands danced gracefully like colorful butterflies, and instantly snatched away the dragon scales from Yang Hong's hand and the sheathed sword from the other hand, grasping the scabbard with his hand, urging him with internal force, the sword snapped spontaneously with a clang. The scabbard was ejected half a foot, and the sharp blade was directly attached to Yang Hong's delicate throat. Even if he did not use force, but lightly pressed on it, there was still a red bloodstain oozing out.

This scene stunned everyone present. No one thought that the guy who had been a mermaid would be so bold, including Yang Hong, who was defenseless and unprepared.

I saw that the seventh son of Uncle Chengyi's nose was crooked, the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, and his eyes were breathing fire, but he didn't dare to make any movements to avoid being hurt.

The voice popped through the gaps in the teeth,

"You are courting death."

Although he was in a desperate situation, this person still didn't believe that a mere thief dared to kill him.

Chang Lin did not dare, but he didn't want to kill people, he just wanted to get out of this cage-like room.

"Shut up for me, do you really think I dare not kill?"

Pressing Yang Hong head-on with a sword, Chang Lin held up the dragon scale with the other hand, and pierced Yang Hong's back like lightning. Several guards guarding the gate shouted,
"Get out of the way, or I'll kill him directly."

These guards are highly skilled in martial arts, but they are all from the uncle's house. Yang Hong is the least favored, and he is also the uncle's son. If there is a mistake, they can't afford it. They can only stare at Chang Lin with dead eyes, and then quietly back away. Leave a door that swishes in cold wind.

Chang Lin's muscles tensed up, and his spirit was concentrated to the limit. He didn't dare to be careless. He pressed Yang Hong and walked towards the gate of the restaurant for a few steps.

Pushing Yang Hong back into the wine cellar, at the same time throwing the sword in his hand and the dragon scale that was always held high into the air.

After making this movement, he immediately oiled the soles of his feet, unfolded his movements, stepped on the white snow, rolled up countless snowflakes, and ran away.

(End of this chapter)