The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 159: Three Thousand Miles

Songlin Peak is located in Yuhang County, at least 3,000 miles away from Jinling City, and is a famous local scenic spot.

The strange pines and rocks on the mountain are a spectacular sight, attracting countless literati and poets to linger and write a large number of popular poems.

Forty years ago, a pine forest villa was built on the mountain, where the famous "Three Friends of the Pine Forest" live. They live a comfortable and happy life like free and easy wandering clouds and wild cranes.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a market town where most of the people are surnamed Qu, Wan and Tan, and they have close ties with the "Three Friends of the Pine Forest" on the mountain.

At this moment, the night had just passed and the sky was getting light. I saw an elegant pavilion located in a forest. There were still lights on inside, as if they had been burning all night without being extinguished.

Inside the pavilion, the 'Three Friends of the Pine Forest' now only had two figures, Tan Qingfeng and Wan Rushuang, sitting opposite each other.

As for the other Qu Ruyi, he has already started sharpening his sword.

Then they saw that both Tan Qingfeng and Wan Rushuang had sad faces.

"My second brother has been caught. There have been some new faces in the market town at the foot of the mountain these days. They must be spies from the Six Gates. It seems that Yu Jiaolong has also become suspicious of us."

"Ah, how could such a big problem happen in such a good sword fighting competition? Yu Jiaolong is not a pushover. In my opinion, we should make plans early. If we are too late, the detectives from the Six Gates will come to kill us!"

From their conversation, it was obvious that the two had already planned to run away.

Although in the process of sharpening the sword, Qu Qingliu's death had long been overshadowed by the big news of the subsequent appearance of the Grandmaster.

But the two of them understood that since the other members on the mountain had been captured by Yu Jiaolong, if Qu Qingliu was not dead, he would definitely not be able to escape.

Not to mention these two people who are closely related.

However, just as the two of them were sighing again, a slender figure stood quietly in the dim shadows outside the elegant pavilion. The green face and fangs on his face made him look like a demon from hell, and he was holding a thirteen-inch long flying knife in his hand.

Just like a poisonous snake ready to strike, it suddenly rushed out.

Almost at the same time, the expressions of the two people in the cabinet changed.

"not good!"

Wan Rushuang and Tan Qingfeng felt a sudden chill in their hearts, their hair stood on end, and without thinking, they flipped the table in front of them.

At the same time, he wanted to draw his weapon.

call--

But in an instant, a tiny, almost inaudible sound reached my ears.

It pierced through the attic window paper with a "puff", shocking Wan Rushuang.

"That is?"

But the two had no time to react. They only saw a streak of light passing by, and with a puff it shot through the table in front of them, and then pierced Wan Rushuang's throat in an instant.

whoosh-

The flying knife continued to move forward and pierced through another attic window and disappeared.

With a puff, a stream of blood spurted out from Wan Rushuang's throat, splashing all over Tan Qingquan.

"Big brother!"

All I saw was Wan Rushuang covering her throat and making a series of hoarse sounds, and her pupils began to dim.

But the next moment, before Tan Qingquan could grieve for a while, he heard the sound of metal clanging in his ears.

boom--

The blazing blade light cut through the slightly bright sky, and in an instant, the entire attic was set on fire.

Then there was another series of explosions. The fire hidden in the wood directly caused the entire small attic to blow into countless flying pieces.

Circulating fire, strong wood, thunderbolt——

"Zhou Liu Xu Gong" is a martial art that is highly dependent on the environment. The five essentials of Zhou Liu are time, momentum, method, technique and equipment, none of which can be missing.

If you want to master this skill, you must learn mathematics and physics.

The masters in West City basically know astronomy and geography, and understand some feng shui and divination. Ning Bukong is no exception.

The entire attic was made of wood, and most of the furniture inside was also made of wood. The circulating fire energy flowed unimpeded through the wooden attic, directly causing a huge explosion.

In addition, the attic is located in a pine forest, and there are breezes blowing gently.

Fang Xun used a flaming knife to ignite the attic, the wind helped the fire spread, and his "casting materials" were everywhere around.

After an explosion, flames shot up into the sky, trees exploded one after another, and the entire forest turned into an endless purgatory if anyone was not careful.

In the attic, wood chips flew everywhere, hitting Tan Qingquan like sharp arrows, causing burning pain.

"what----"

Then a roar was heard, and a figure with a charred body rushed out from the burning attic.

As soon as Tan Qingquan rushed out, he saw Fang Xun standing outside. Behind him was a sea of ​​fire, and his green face and fangs flashed coldly in the firelight.

"Ghost-faced man?!"

When Tan Qingquan, who had just rushed out, saw who was coming, he was instantly scared to death. Without saying a word, he turned around and wanted to run away.

But immediately, he felt a terrifying aura rising up that made him tremble extremely. The smell of blood and sulfur emerged at the tip of his nose, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look.

Tan Qingquan saw a crescent of knife light, but it was black, like a black moon rising into the sky.

The cold blade light whistled towards them with a terrifying murderous aura, even extinguishing some of the surrounding flames.

With one swing of the knife, it was as if dark hell had descended!
Everything in front of Tan Qingquan turned dark.

After an unknown amount of time, Tan Qingquan woke up again with a groan.
Before he even opened his eyes, he felt pain all over his body. The internal strength that he had cultivated in his dantian for two decades had all disappeared without a trace.

"Awake? If you are awake, answer my question."

After hearing a harsh sound like metal friction, Tan Qingquan suddenly opened his eyes while enduring the pain.

I found myself in a familiar square. This was a training square in Songlin Villa, where the warriors in the villa would gather every day to practice and exchange skills.

But at this moment, the square was full of corpses. The strange thing was that all the corpses had only a dark wound between their eyebrows that looked like a crack in hell, and not even a drop of blood flowed out.

In the distance, the pine forest was still ablaze and filled with thick smoke. The fire was gradually spreading to other places. It was estimated that it would not be long before all the grass and trees on the Pine Forest Peak, including the villa, would be burned down.

And the instigator of all this - the ghost-faced man is now standing next to him.

This scene made Tan Qingquan despair. He said with a miserable face: "What a great skill! You destroyed my martial arts with just one knife, and you still let me survive."

He was a wise man. It was easy to kill but hard to stop. The hardest thing was not to kill, but to not kill. Especially the swordsmanship of the ghost-faced man was full of murderous intent and extremely evil, just like the swordsmanship of the great Asura from hell. If he wanted to stop and save his opponent's life when he was going all out, Tan Qingquan certainly understood the difficulty.

Fang Xun was not interested in what Tan Qingquan was thinking, and just said calmly: "After you finish the last thing, you can die."

Hearing that he was going to die, Tan Qingquan's heart did not waver at all. He just said with a bleak face: "Since it has come to this, just ask whatever you want to ask."

A quarter of an hour later, there was another corpse in the square. Unlike the other corpses, this one was covered in blackened pieces as if it had been burned.

But the real fatal wounds were the three dark cracks between the eyebrows, throat and chest, and not a drop of blood flowed out.

The wildfire was spreading slowly, but Fang Xun came to a secret room in the mountain through a secret passage.

There weren't many things in the secret room, just a desk with paper, ink, brush and inkstone, and a dozen books on it.

Fang Xun picked up books one by one and quickly flipped through them, reading with great interest.

Although I read ten lines at a glance, the content was all captured in my mind.

"Daxuan 351, March 3, Kuangfengjian, 21 dan of food and grass."

"Daxuan 351, April 4, Panlong Peak, twenty carts of medicinal herbs."

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Among them were some information on the movement of materials, without any names. Fang Xun memorized these place names deeply in his mind.

But after flipping through the dates and seeing the most recent one, he paused.

"August 351, 8 Daxuan year, 17 dan of grain, jin of pig iron, Black Mountain Stronghold."

"Hmm? Just shipped away four days ago?"

But food is easy to understand, but what does it mean to transport pig iron? Why not just transport finished weapons, even if it's just replaced with refined iron or steel ingots?'

Fang Xun immediately felt that something was amiss, but he just kept it in mind and planned to take some time to check out Black Mountain Village in the future to find out what Sanyuetang’s next plan was.

After putting down the last booklet, Fang Xun sighed with regret.

"What a pity! These three guys don't even write diaries. They don't look like serious people at all."

After complaining, Fang Xun took out a pen and paper and wrote down a dozen names according to the handwriting in the book.

Two of the names are Old Man Li, who is in charge of the Liushenmen warehouse, and Deputy Commander Qin Wanpeng.

Then, he used his palm to stimulate a stream of heat to quickly dry the ink, and placed the paper among the randomly stacked books.

After doing all this, he slowly left the secret room and quickly left Songlin Peak without disturbing anyone.

The wildfire spread slowly. After another hour, when Songlin Villa was about to be completely turned into a sea of ​​fire, it finally alarmed the people at the foot of the mountain.

Among them, the six detectives in charge of monitoring Songlin Villa all changed their expressions upon seeing this, and quickly revealed their identities and led people up the mountain to put out the fire, and did not forget to send a letter to inform Yu Jiaolong.

They were busy from morning to night, and when Yu Jiaolong received the news and rushed to the scene with people, the fire had already been put out.

But all that was left of the villa was a stretch of ruins, with each house reduced to ashes.

Yu Jiaolong felt a toothache after seeing this, and asked a constable in charge of monitoring Songlin Villa, "How did you determine that this was done by the Ghost-Faced Man?"

"Your Excellency only needs to look at those bodies to understand."

"lead the way!"

Soon, Yu Jiaolong arrived at the training square.

The square was large and paved with marble. Only the edges were charred, while the corpses lying on the ground were not affected.

Everyone looked at the corpses on the ground, each of which had only wounds on the forehead and not a drop of blood.

The faces of the corpses were all distorted, as if they had seen something horrible before they died.

And in the very center, the body of Tan Qingquan even shocked Yu Jiaolong.

"Great swordsmanship! This sword is so fierce that it ranks among the top three swordsmanships I have ever seen!"

His whole body was charred black, as if he had been roasted by the flames of hell, but Yu Jiaolong could tell at a glance that it was only superficial injuries. The truly terrifying thing were the three dark cracks between his eyebrows, throat, and chest.

These three scars, like the claw marks of evil spirits from hell, left indelible marks on Tan Qingquan's body. A trace of terrifying demonic nature still lingered on the wounds.

Yu Jiaolong couldn't help but comment when she saw the injuries.

"Except for those who have reached the highest level of enlightenment and the Grandmaster level, there are not many who are stronger than Tan Qingquan, but the Ghost-faced Man actually crippled him with just one strike!"

"One knife, doesn't that mean three scars?"

A Six Gates detective nearby asked in confusion.

Yu Jiaolong shook her head and explained, "It is indeed one sword, which is divided into three sword auras. What is most amazing is that after swinging such a magical sword, it can only destroy but not kill.

The real cause of Tan Qingquan's death was that his internal organs were shattered by a casual blow."

The rest of the audience were immediately shocked. Looking at the three knife marks on the corpse, they felt that these were not knife skills from the human world, but rather the knives wielded by evil spirits from hell!

"Could it be that the Ghost-Faced Man has become a Grandmaster?"

Yu Jiaolong shook her head: "No, if it is really a master, as long as the other party wants, these corpses will not have any wounds."

After saying this, she couldn't help but sigh, and completely eliminated Fang Xun's suspicion in her mind.

Fang Xun is still seriously injured and is recuperating in Jinling City. It is impossible for him to appear here.

After Yu Jiaolong and everyone checked the corpse, they went to the charred ruins to look for clues, and soon found the secret room that Fang Xun had been to.

When Fang Xun left, he did not restore the entrance camouflage to its original state, so it would be easy for others to find it if they came.

After a while, Yu Jiaolong appeared in the secret room again and saw the dozen or so names that Fang Xun deliberately left.

After seeing Qin Wanpeng's name, Yu Jiaolong didn't look surprised at all, but instead had an expression that showed she had expected it.

"I've long noticed that there's something wrong with Jiangzhou's secret intelligence network. Sure enough, it's this guy Qin Wanpeng who's behind this!"

At this moment, a Six Gates constable in a black robe hurried into the secret room. When he saw Yu Jiaolong, he immediately shouted.

"Commander-in-chief, the ghost-faced man has appeared again in Wuzi County and slaughtered a cloth shop!"

Yu Jiaolong's eyes suddenly widened and she immediately put away the papers in her hand, leaving only a small number of people to continue searching Songlin Peak.

He led a large army and rushed to Wuzi County at full speed.

(End of this chapter)