Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

Chapter 157
The lean young man looked at the emerald green ball, grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth without thinking.

"Tsk, you are very courageous, so you are not afraid of being poisoned by this immortal?"

Seeing this, the civet cat felt depressed, the youth's decisiveness made the language it had woven useless.

"People who are about to die, why are they afraid of poisonous Gu?"

The young man sneered, his expression suddenly changed, a flush of red flooded his face, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold his chest, and questioned in his eyes:
"what is this?"

"Since you are dying, what are you doing knowing so much?"

The civet cat sarcastically said, seeing the young man's face turn blue, he was as happy as drinking ice in August, refreshing from head to tail.

"Follow up! This wild temple is not a good place to talk."

As the civet cat said, it jumped deep into the forest.

Seeing this, the young man gritted his teeth and mustered up his strength to chase after him. When he didn't want to get up, he was surprised to find that his body, which was exhausted from oil and lamps, had gained some strength.

The sword wound on the body seemed to have eased a bit.

'Because of the meatballs? '

The young man thought to himself, gritted his teeth and chased into the forest.

Not long after he left, a light and shadow appeared in front of the abandoned shrine, and it was Mo Chuan who had come to refine the gods.

"It's kind of interesting. The poor Taoist has only heard about the detainment of dead souls. He has never seen a living soul. He wants to see and see."

He looked at the deep forest where a man and a demon had left, a look of curiosity flashed across his face, and then he practiced his spirit, escaped into the void, and chased after him.

……

The civet cat led the way, going round and round, and stopped in a hunter's hut.

The young man chased here all the way, and the more he chased, the more energetic he became.When he arrived at the hut, he was already in good spirits and looked like an ordinary person, and the blood all over his body seemed to come from the enemy.

"As expected of the first knife in Lingnan, the blood is exuberant, and it gushes out with a light hook."

The civet cat jumped on the beams of the house, condescending, commenting.

"When are you going to kill Ghost Shadow Sword?"

"Don't worry! If you know your enemy and your friend, you will win a hundred battles. Let me first talk about the grievances between you and Ghost Shadow Sword."

The civet cat was lying on the crossbar, its fluffy tabby tail drooped naturally, and the tip of the tail was inadvertently raised.

"What does that have to do with murder?"

"One is the Lingnan Ghost Shadow Sword, and the other is the first sword in Lingnan. I'm going to die soon. Wouldn't it be a pity to let this grievance go with the wind?" The civet cat laughed.

"What's new about the grievances in the world? He killed my father, and I avenged my father, that's all."

"Really? Then why did he kill your father?"

"I don't know, and I don't care."

"...boring!"

The civet cat yawned lazily: "You are lying on the side of the road dripping with blood, presumably you have fought against that Ghost Shadow Sword?"

The youth fell silent.

It took a while before he said: "Today is his 31th birthday. I challenged everyone in public. I fought hard for [-] rounds, and I was defeated. If you have the courage, now is a good chance to kill him. If you are worried about the crowd, then wait until late at night."

"31 rounds, 31 sword wounds, the sword hurts the muscles and bones, you are the first sword in Lingnan, isn't it worthy of the name?"

Hearing the words, the young man suddenly clenched the broken knife, his dark old face flushed like a pig's liver, and pain and shock flashed in his eyes.

He practiced martial arts since he was a child. He joined the bodyguards at the age of 13. At the age of 17, he played all over the bodyguards.

Everyone in the Escort calls him a martial arts wizard.

At that time, the county lieutenant personally came to the door to recruit him as a guard.

Now at the age of 29, he is in the prime of life, and seeing his enemy's [-]th birthday, he can no longer tolerate it, throwing the advice of his mother and uncle behind him, and challenged him in public.

He is defeated!
The 29-year-old is young and strong, and he can't beat the sixty-year-old man.

The mottled iron sword he was holding casually was like a magic soldier in the world. Every sword spit out a letter like a poisonous snake, leaving deep and visible bone wounds on his body from the most incredible angle.

He persisted for 31 rounds, and in the end, the brothers in the bodyguard bureau dragged him off the ring without hesitating to break the rules, and only then did he save his life.

However, the life was retrieved, but the knife was lost.

In this life, he probably won't have the courage to hold the knife and face the Ghost Shadow Sword head-on.

Even if the Ghost Shadow Sword would die in a hundred years, he would not dare to face the mottled iron sword he was holding casually.

This is the fundamental reason why he fled into the barren hills in despair, kneeling in front of the shrine to pray to God and worship Buddha.

"The world is full of love, and the false name bestowed on him made the immortals laugh."

The young man closed his eyes and exhaled lightly.It was as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

"Hehe, think about it. I live in Wuling, and the bandits I see blocking the road are nothing more than farmers on terraced fields. People in bridal sedan chairs carry people. It's not surprising that I made the first knife in south of the Five Ridges, but I almost got a picture."

The civet cat yawned, feeling a little lost.

I thought I got a powerful ghost.

Unexpectedly, he was just a country swordsman who was touted.

No matter what!

It's not bad to use his excuse to take away the ghost ghost sword's soul.

"I'm asleep, call me when it gets dark."

Saying so, the civet cat stretched its waist, drooped its ears, and fell asleep soundly, as if it regarded Lingnan's first knife as nothing.

Seeing this, the young man took a deep breath, found a place to lie down at random, and closed his eyes to take a nap.

……

……

The golden black falls in the west, and the jade rabbit rises in the east.

The Hanjiazhuang, which had been bustling all day, gradually calmed down.

On Jiazi's birthday, Han Mancang, who showed off his sword-playing Ghost Shadow Sword again, was so drunk that his steps were stilted. With the help of his servants, he lay sprawled on a soft couch, and let his concubine wash his feet.

However, even though he was very drunk, he still held the unattractive Tangxi sword in his left hand.

Not long after, Ghost Shadow Sword finished washing and went to sleep with his sword and clothes on.

Before I knew it, the night was getting darker.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Ghost Shadow Sword opened his eyes and said: "The main gate of the old man's birthday banquet can't be opened, but he didn't invite you to walk over the wall in the middle of the night. What's the meaning of this?"

The civet cat, who was quietly squeezing into the dormitory, froze immediately, and then said with a smile: "The old man has good ears, he can even hear my footsteps!"

Ghost Shadow Sword slowly got up and sat up.

He was not surprised when he saw the civet cat enter the house, he cupped his hands and said, "So it was General Tiger who came to visit, no wonder the birthday banquet didn't come, disrespect and disrespect! I don't know why General Tiger came to visit late at night?"

"Hey, someone is paying for your life to kill you."

The civet cat gracefully jumped onto the round table and sat upright.

"Oh, who is going to kill me?"

Ghosting Sword smiled, sat cross-legged on the soft couch, and laid the Tangxi Sword across his knees.

"it's me!"

The door of the room, which had been squeezed out of a gap by the civet cat, quietly pushed open, and Lingnan First Knife, covered in scabs and dirty blood, walked in.

"Zhao Butang!"

Guiying Dao raised his eyebrows, and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, it turns out that this is the bearing of the first sword in Lingnan. The old man sees you holding 31 moves, and you are still a young talent! Unexpectedly, you can't afford to lose Rats."

A sarcasm made Zhao Butang, the number one swordsman in Lingnan, turn pale.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he wanted to open his mouth to argue, but in the end he clenched his teeth to death, without even a word.

"Old man, isn't this the fault of yours? You've killed people's lives, who can afford to lose?"

"General Tiger's words are wrong!"

Facing the civet cat and the old man, Ghost Shadow Sword is polite: "Today is the [-]th birthday of the old man. I have already washed my hands in the golden basin and retired from the world for many years. This little beast wants to step on the old man's signboard. How can the old man be merciful?"

"Well, that makes sense."

The civet cat nodded and jokingly said, "However, do you know that he is the queen of your enemy?"

　[Thanks to "Jiziawa" for the reward! 】

　　
　
(End of this chapter)