Taiping Inn

The old man stood on the top of the mountain with a bamboo stick, looking up at the sky above his head.

The dark clouds that had gathered had gradually dispersed, but the sky was still far from clear. It was gloomy without rain, and a little chilly, as if a moody big shot had a gloomy face.

The old man, who had no intention of the world, sat cross-legged on the cliff, still leaning on the bamboo stick in his hand, and gently stroking the bamboo joints on the bamboo stick with his fingers.

Outside the cliff, there was a man sitting in the air opposite the old man who had experienced ups and downs.

It was the old man Zang who left Changsheng Palace but was not in a hurry to return to Zaoge Sect. He was dressed in mourning clothes and had white hair draped over his shoulders. If it weren't for the half of his face that revealed the white bones, he would really be a successful immortal figure in Taoism.

The old man Zang looked at the old man holding a bamboo stick and said slowly: "'Seas run dry and rocks crumble' Zhang Haishi, what do you want to do in my Beimang Mountain?"

"I don't quite understand what you're saying." The old man named Zhang Haishi said slowly: "When did Beimang Mountain become the private property of Zaoge Sect? People all say that there is the Qingwei Sect in the East China Sea and the Cihang Sect in the South China Sea, but I have never seen the Qingwei Sect take the East China Sea as its own, let alone the Cihang Sect regards the South China Sea as a forbidden delicacy."

The old man Zang said word by word: "I have never said that the 32 peaks of Beimang Mountain are the private property of my Zaoge Sect."

Zhang Haishi said: "Since you haven't said that, then Beimang Mountain is not the private property of Zaoge Sect. In this case, whether I come or not, , what does it have to do with you? Are you meddling too much? "

The Tibetan old man looked at Zhang Haishi for a long time, and suddenly smiled: "Although Beimang Mountain is not the private property of my Zaoge Sect, my Zaoge Sect has settled in Beimang Mountain for many years. Now there is such a big commotion at the doorstep. I went out to take a look and ask what happened. Is it not too much?"

"Of course not." Zhang Haishi said calmly: "But what happened here, you should know it best, why bother asking and pretending to be confused. "

The Tibetan old man, who was originally sitting cross-legged in the air, suddenly stood up, his white hair flying, revealing half of his white face.

Zhang Haishi, who was sitting on the top of the mountain, suddenly clenched the bamboo stick in his hand, and his tone was still calm: "You are now seriously injured, I am afraid you are not my opponent."

The old man's momentum suddenly subsided, and he smiled: "This is natural, I am just a habit, not really murderous."

Zhang Haishi slowly stood up with the bamboo stick in his hand: "My coming here today has nothing to do with Zaoge Sect, and even less with you, please rest assured."

The old man snorted: "How can empty words be used as evidence?"

Zhang Haishi said : "I don't care about these things with you."

Old Man Zang is known as the "old man". He is of high seniority in the martial arts world and one of the oldest. He has seen many storms, and has seen both life and death friendships and blood relatives killing each other. Naturally, he is unwilling to believe these verbal words and still stares at him: "How can I allow others to snore beside my bed? The Zaoge Sect is on my shoulders. If this precedent is set, the Zaoge Sect may never have peace in the future."

Zhang Haishi remained silent.

He is not a nosy person, and he doesn't want to cause trouble at this time and in this place. On weekdays, he has always been known for his silence. Today, he has said a lot, so he won't say more at this time.

But Old Man Zang is not willing to give in. He waved his sleeves and a huge black ghost hand appeared out of thin air. It was not a flesh and blood body, but was purely manifested by qi.

The same "Nine Yin Ghost Hand" is still used to hurt people with the palm in Geng Yue's hands, but in the hands of the old man Zang, it is ever-changing and easy to use. Such a technique can also show that the old man Zang is already at the top of the infinite realm of heaven and man. Although he has not yet broken through the realm, he is only a hair's breadth away from the realm of heaven and man.

The old man Zang slowly said: "Putting aside the great swordsman Li Daoxu, when Situ Xuance was still alive, you were the second person after him."

"Now that Situ Xuance is dead, you are the first person under Li Daoxu."

"I heard that you have been living a life of drunkenness and dreaming for many years, but your swordsmanship has not only not fallen, but has risen step by step."

"Today, I will learn from you and see how powerful the "Four Seas Tide Rising Sword" of Zhang Haishi, the "Sea Dries Up and Rocks Rotten", is."

After that, the black ghost hand was about to fall.

Zhang Haishi was still indifferent.

It's not that he is so conceited that he doesn't take the fourth person on the Taixuan List seriously, but he has seen through the old man Zang's true and false.

Now the old man Zang is seriously injured, it's just a bluff.

The middle-aged man beside the cold pond at the foot of the mountain suddenly looked up. Although he couldn't see what happened on the mountain because of the high mountain and the fog, he still sensed a great momentum. He didn't know why the person who attacked did it, but he had vaguely guessed the identity of the person who attacked.

The Zaoge Sect has been operating this place for many years. The entrance and exit roads leading to the Changsheng Palace were built by them. It's not surprising to know this exit. Logically speaking, after such a big commotion, the old man Zang couldn't be indifferent. But the righteous side will not sit idly by and let a few young juniors fight with the old ghost of the old man Zang. The strength of numbers has always been the forte of the righteous people. How can they give up their strengths and take advantage of their weaknesses?

However, the man had been planning for today's matter for a long time, and he even sacrificed a priceless phoenix gallbladder for this moment. As the saying goes, the arrow has to be shot. At this moment, he has no other way to retreat.

Whether it is the old man Zang or anyone else, he cannot retreat a single bit.

He kept his eyes fixed on the waterfall, then slowly raised the sword at his waist, put his thumb on the blade and pushed it upward.

In an instant, a sword energy that seemed to be real spread over every blade of grass and tree within a radius of ten miles.

The first to be affected was the small pond.

It was called a small pond, but it was just a little shallow, but it was not small.

A slightly yellow leaf fell from the branch, and with the breeze it floated all the way to the water surface, like a small boat.

At this moment, for this "small boat" that is only a finger's length, it seems that there is a storm on the water surface. The surging waves make this "small boat" violently bumpy, sometimes flying to the top of the wave, sometimes falling to the bottom. Suddenly, the wind and rain swept across the water surface, sweeping to the end of the dark sky. The water surface that was noisy just now returned to calm, and the "small boat" quietly drifted with the waves, the hull swayed gently, rippling out layers of ripples, surging outward in circles, and finally no trace.

This is the atmosphere when the middle-aged man pushed the knife out of the sheath three inches.

The knife and the sword are the same and different. The most significant difference is that the sword is straight, the knife has an arc, the sword is more suitable for stabbing, and the knife is more suitable for chopping. To put it more deeply, the sword has the atmosphere of a king, a gentleman and a scholar, while the knife is a tyrant, a general and a warrior. It is not impossible to use a knife to perform swordsmanship, but it is not a perfect fit. The most suitable for a knife is the knife method.

In the sight of the middle-aged man, a figure was walking behind the waterfall.

So he stretched out his hand to press the handle of the knife, and began to slowly draw the knife, from three inches to one foot, and then the long knife was completely out of the sheath.

The blade was bright, but the blade was a faint ice blue.

The name of the knife was "Zanpaku", although it was not in the list of swords, it was still a famous knife. It was originally the sword of an executioner in the previous dynasty.

Everyone knows what an executioner does, and he specializes in killing people.

However, killing and killing are very different. Killing with one knife is called killing, and cutting off the flesh of the person being punished with hundreds or thousands of knives until the last knife kills him is also called killing. To reach the level of the latter is not an ordinary or simple killing. So don't underestimate the executioner. Strictly speaking, executioner is also a technical job, and there are differences in technical level. To do this job, one needs not only courage, ruthlessness and cold-bloodedness, but also considerable experience and skills. It takes more than one day to become an executioner who can perform difficult killings.

This executioner is a leader in this field. He works in the Ministry of Justice and specializes in executing prisoners of various statuses, including royal nobles born with dignity, as well as powerful civil and military officials. The most famous of them is the Governor of Liaodong in the late Jin Dynasty. He was sentenced to 3,543 cuts. After being "cut into pieces", only a skeleton remained but he was still alive. Finally, his head was chopped off.

The souls who died under this knife are all people of great background, and there are also big figures who can leave a mark in history books.

The man stretched out two fingers and gently wiped the blade, thinking that maybe there will be a few more today.