Ugly Man

Xia Qinyi left the Lihua Qiushui Tower, this time she still did not wander in the shops in Fan Licheng, and went straight back to Huaxia Villa.

Huaxia Mountain Villa is located on a mountain a few miles away from Fanli City. A hundred years ago, an ancestor of Huaxia Mountain Villa accidentally obtained the Phoenix Blood Knife and chose this mountain outside the city. He didn’t know how to use magic methods to smooth it. At the top of the mountain, Huaxia Villa was moved out of Fanlicheng and installed on the mountain.

In the past century, Huaxia Villa has not only produced many martial arts masters, but also the industry under the village. Although the villa is built on the top of the mountain, it is not as difficult as the Cangqiang Sword School. The villa is carved with jade and jade, water pavilions, and strange mountains. Stone has everything.

In the northwest corner of the village, there is a three-story bookstore. The first and second floors are provided to the children of the village, while the third floor can only be accessed by the past dynasties.

The generation of Xia Qinyi is quite special. There is currently no owner in the village. The three grandpas jointly manage the villa. The three-bedroom grandpa means: Xia Qinyi is still young, and will continue to practice for a few more years as an heir.

However, this level is open to Xia Qinyi.

Xia Qinyi came to the cabinet and took out an ancient scroll. The pages of the book were already yellowed, and it read: "The Essentials of the Thirty-Six Road Tiangang Sword Technique". Xia Qinyi could have memorized this book upside down long ago. On the last page of the book, There is a passage like this: All descendants of my descendants must hold the Phoenix-blooded sword, hand-blade the Dragon Sword Master, carry the sword to worship, and if not see the Dragon Sword, I will never die.

Xia Qinyi gently rubs the faint ink on the words, which is a handwritten handwritten by the ancestor a hundred years ago.

Xia Qinyi sighed slightly, looked out the window blankly, her eyes drifting away.

Three months later

The jungle is densely covered with miasma, and the hot sun seems to be unable to penetrate here. The sky is always gray, with a trace of cold, mysterious southwest in the air.

This is a forbidden place that seems to have become the right way of martial arts, and the "Magic Cult" of decent people is entrenched here.

Inside an underground palace in the depths of the miasma, there was a long and depressing passage with torches burning on both sides.

In such a passage, all sounds would be amplified several times. From the other end of the tunnel, there was a sound of fine footsteps. A woman in white came from the dark and revealed her slender figure, who was Gongsunqing. .

Gongsunqing would twist a torch every few steps he took, and with the dark sound of the organs, Gongsunqing walked into an open hall.

The hall is solemn and solemn. There are braziers on the surrounding shelves, and the ghost king flag is hung on three walls. The entire wall facing the entrance is carved with a huge ghost king and ghost mother. Against the background of the dim light source, the whole hall looks very quiet. Sen is weird.

There are two stone seats, one large and one small. At the top of the main seat sits a thin man wearing a mask of a ghost king, and a slightly smaller seat next to it is empty; under the steps are two rows of men in black.

Gongsunqing walked forward quickly, pressing her heart with her right hand: "Gongsunqing sees the leader."

"Um... sit down." The man's voice was hoarse and low.

Gongsunqing thanked him and walked to the empty seat to sit down.

"Master, you have something to report to your subordinates."

It was Huanghuo who had followed Gongsunqing before. Gongsunqing stared at Huanghuo and narrowed the pair of long and narrow fox eyes.

"speak."

"Yes, the leader, three months ago, my subordinates and Shura went to Tianqiong Mountain with the saint, and completed the task of the leader. The saint also wanted to take the opportunity to capture the Phoenix Blood Saber, but the ugly man was disrupted. Later, I served as the saint. He was ordered to take away the ugly man, but the saint finally let him go, and the subordinates also heard that the ugly man inherited the Lord Moxiao, and the weapon in his hand was the Dragon Sword that was as famous as the Phoenix Blood Sword a hundred years ago. When the ugly man was already injured, we could completely kill him and seize the Dragon Sword to lift the Holy Sect's Tianwei, but the saint asked us to let him go."

"Oh? Qing'er, what Huanghuo said is true?"

"Muslim Lord, everything is true."

"Let me listen to your explanation."

"Return to the leader, the subordinates didn't know that the weapon in the Ugly Man's hand was the Dragon Sword. I think this incident was only recently heard, right? The Ugly Man suddenly appeared a year ago and walked through various gates. The thief of all factions is notorious among the decent, and it is the number one target of the major bounty hunters. Now that the Holy Church is on the occasion of employing people, his subordinates observe the ugly man, young and extraordinary, and wanted to make him obey. The Holy Religion, and the Wildfire Right Envoy, regardless of the indiscriminate nature, after he rescued the Ugly Man, he fought a battle with him, destroying the layout of his subordinates. The Ugly Man was injured, but was able to escape from the Wildfire Right Envoy, which confirmed this even more. Human beings are extraordinary. Nowadays, decent people have determined that the ugly man comes from the holy religion. I believe that it will not be long before the Central Plains Wulin will have no place for him. The dragon sword is just a dead thing. Recruiting to the sacred religion is not killing two birds with one stone? It's a wildfire rightist who doesn't listen to the orders, but beats the ones behind. The subordinates really can't understand it more and more."

After hearing what Gongsun Qing said, Huanghuo paled and knelt on the ground: "Master, the heart of the subordinates for the holy religion can be learned from the sun and the moon, and there is no difference, the teacher!"

The man on the stone seat stared at the creeping wildfire for a long time, and slowly said, "This is the end of the matter."

"Thank the leader!"

Everyone left the hall one after another. Gongsunqing and Huanghuo walked at the end of the line. Seeing the others walking away, Gongsunqing turned around and put her fingers on Huanghuo’s chest, looking with those fox eyes like a smile but not a smile. Huo Huo, the corners of his lips slightly raised: "Recognize your own identity, don't think that you can take my place if you bring me down."

After speaking, Gongsun Qing's nodded on Huanghuo's chest and turned to leave.

…

Within three months, everyone knew about the Canglong Sword in the hands of the Ugly Man.

The five major factions have defined the Ugly Man as a Demon Cultist. At that time, Lord Grim had no clique. Although he was perverse and eccentric, he had nothing to do with the Demon Cult. Unexpectedly, a hundred years later, his descendants would have fallen to this point.

Lu Nanzhu's popularity among the people has soared, restaurants and tea shops, wherever there are storytellers talking about ugly men, it must be full. Especially the legend that the ugly man fought against the eldest lady of China Villa Xia Qinyi and the Dragon Sword and Phoenix Blood Sword on the Tianqiong Mountain has been deduced in several versions.

On the dirt road outside Qingzhou city, a girl in Tsing Yi was wearing a hat on her head, carrying a sword in her hand, and a red sword spike hanging from the hilt, walking alone on the road into the city.

At this time, it was getting late and there were few pedestrians on the road. When she reached a forest, the girl slowly stopped.

"The three have been with me for so long, so it's time to show up."

"Hehehe, brother, we were found." A sturdy man walked out of the tree first, holding a steel knife with a hideous scar on his face.

"The little lady has good eyesight. There is no one here. You call your brothers to show up. Do you want to play with them?"

"Big, big, big brother, also, also, give it to younger brother, have a taste."

"Hahahahaha..." The three brawny men laughed unscrupulously, with an obscene look on their faces.

The girl in Tsing Yi slowly turned around, her sword ears swaying gently.

"Are the three of you here one by one, or together?" The girl's voice was very soft, without a trace of panic.

"Hahahahaha!" The three of them laughed together. The headed burly man glanced at Jiansui and licked his chapped lips: "Little lady likes how to play, brothers listen to you."

"Then let's go together." After the words fell, the Tsing Yi girl rushed towards the three of them.

Before the three of them could react, the girl had already kicked the stuttering man's face neatly. Before landing, the woman twisted her waist and kicked the man's chest again. She leaped high with her right foot. It quickly slashed, and slashed fiercely on the Tianling cover of the man who took the lead.

All three fell to the ground. The man who took the lead lost consciousness, and the woman fell to the ground.

The woman was still wearing half of a face towel on her face, and only half of her face could be seen. Under her smooth and white forehead were a pair of long black eyebrows, and her eyes were shining like stars.

"Ah..." The scarred man clutched his chest and looked at the swaying sword spike in disbelief.

The Tsing Yi girl took care of three big men with one move, but did not take their lives. She turned and left without saying a word.

The rules of the arena, the sword is divided into civil and military, and the sword is not attached to the ear, but every literati holding a sword will hang the ear of the sword to show that he does not know martial arts, which is convenient for others to distinguish, and can avoid unnecessary discussions and troubles.

The general quack will not do anything to a person who holds a literary sword.

These three men were awkward when they saw that the Tsing Yi girl was holding a sword and being alone, and they didn't expect to run into a master.

The girl in Tsing Yi walked quickly out of the woods, raised her hand and pressed her shoulder.

"It should be all well..."

This young girl in Tsing Yi is the ugly man who has been disappearing for three months after a heat wave on the rivers and lakes.

Let’s say that three months ago, she and Gongsunqing left Tianqiong Mountain. They had not walked ten miles after going down the mountain. One of the men suddenly attacked her. She fought with the man, narrowly escaped, and ran all the way back to Tianshan Mountain.

At that time, the situation in the ring was urgent. Lu Nanzhu and one of the men were full of hands. In addition, the battle with Xia Qinyi also consumed a lot of internal strength. When another man hit her on the shoulder, she couldn't get it out. The inner strength protected himself, and was injured his sword holding hand; fortunately, there was a silver dragon inner armor body, so the shoulder was not broken. He fled back to Shiyin Village and raised it for a month, but Lu Nanzhu took more than one lesson to learn. I practiced martial arts skills at the bottom of the Tianshan Valley during the month of the month, until I mastered all the skills "learned" from the "Devil Slaying Conference".

Although this trip to Tianqiong Mountain was dangerous, it gave Lu Nanzhu a taste of the excitement of the rivers and lakes. After three months of hiding in the Tianshan Mountains, Lu Nanzhu could not restrain his longing and ran out again.

Knowing that the identity of the ugly man could not be used for the time being, she made a bold decision, took off the silver dragon inner armor, restored her daughter's identity, and put on the hat and tied it again like Gongsun Qing. In the veil, he hid the Canglong Sword at the bottom of the cold lake of Tianshan Mountain, bought an old Wenjian with his meager savings, and just walked on his way.

But Lu Nanzhu didn't think: in just three months, the world has changed!

Along the way, people can be heard discussing themselves everywhere, whether it is ordinary people or people in the world.

Not only did he know the Dragon Sword, but he also knew that his master was a monster, and even he became a demon cultist somehow!

Lu Nanzhu was shocked. What happened in these three months?

The author has something to say: Today’s update has arrived. It’s a bit late. I’m sorry. My cat duck has an operation today. I have already had an operation before. This time the anesthetic reaction is very big, kidney stones.

Hey, it took some time to take care of it, so the update came late.

How about, deer, surprise or not? Isn't it exciting?