The middle-aged man stared at him, then suddenly rolled his eyes and fainted.
Zhao Jinsheng shook his head, came to a burly young man, put the tip of his sword on his shoulder, and said calmly: "Who are you?"
"We are the red scarf bandits!" the burly young man said hurriedly.
He was hit by a sword on the shoulder, and he knows how it feels. It feels so uncomfortable even if he is stabbed with a sword. Wouldn't it be even worse if his arm is cut off? A good man will not suffer the consequences in front of him!
"Red scarf bandit?" Zhao Jinsheng pondered and turned to look at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan shook his head, he had never heard of it.
Zhao Jinsheng asked again: "Where is the old nest?"
"In...in the mountains over there!" The burly young man hesitated and pointed to a high mountain opposite. It was towering, lined with huge rocks, and not a blade of grass could grow on it.
Li Muchan shook his head and sighed: "Your eyes are rolling around, you are lying."
"Ah——!" The burly young man screamed, his left shoulder separated from his body, and blood spurted out.
Zhao Jinsheng tapped the tip of his sword several times to seal the acupuncture points and stop the bleeding.
Li Muchan sighed in admiration, just with these few strokes, he could see something extraordinary. Ordinary acupuncture to stop bleeding is not so magical. With such a wound, it will take a while to completely stop the bleeding.
Zhao Jinsheng said calmly: "Next time you lie, take off your right arm!"
The burly young man shouted loudly: "Your grandma, you can kill or chop her as you please. You want to force me to tell the truth, just like your mother's spring and autumn dream!"
Zhao Jinsheng's face was as gloomy as a cloud, he smiled faintly, and with a slash of the sword, blood burst out, and his right arm was separated from his body. Then, he stabbed his throat with the sword, and the shouts and curses suddenly stopped.
Zhao Jinsheng walked towards another person, a thin middle-aged man.
His face was indifferent. He looked at Zhao Jinsheng who was approaching, with a faint smile on his face. He pointed at a mountain opposite: "The lair is over there! ... We are not called the Red Scarf Bandits, but the Chivalrous Village."
This mountain is exactly opposite to the mountain pointed by the burly young man just now, facing each other across the forest.
Li Muchan thought for a moment that these two gangs of bandits were too close together. There was limited oil and water on such a road, so how could the two families not fight for it? Once they fought for a long time, they would naturally become mortal enemies.
"What a chivalrous village. Those old people and children have no resistance at all, but you kill them all and call it a chivalrous village?!" Zhao Jinsheng gritted his teeth and his voice was as cold as ice.
The thin middle-aged man turned his head and sighed.
Zhao Jinsheng turned to look at Li Muchan, who nodded: "That's the truth."
Seeing Zhao Jinsheng looking like this, with a chill all over his body, the three women were a little surprised. They looked at him cautiously, not daring to look at the miserable situation on the other side.
Li Muchan sighed: "Senior Brother Zhao, just give them a good time!"
Zhao Jinsheng shook his head with a determined expression: "No!...Humph, they want to die, it's not that easy!"
His movement was like lightning, and he flew away. The sword light flashed and flashed. In the blink of an eye, more than fifty people had their arms chopped off and screamed in agony.
Zhong Bixuan's jade face shrank into a ball, full of unbearability.
Li Muchan shook his head and ignored them. He came to the corpses scattered beside the carriage, dug a big pit, put them in one by one, then stood in front of the pit and started chanting.
He looked solemn, with a solemn appearance. He moved the beads with his left hand, closed his right hand, closed his eyes slightly, and uttered words like pearls, one by one, slowly floating out. As he listened, his mind was calm, and his inner lake was clear and waveless.
As his voice sounded, Zhao Jinsheng's expression slowly calmed down. He glanced at Li Muchan, his eyes like cold stars flickered for a few times, and suddenly he turned into a light smoke and passed by everyone.
Amidst the chissing sound, the sword light flashed, and more than fifty people were killed one after another, leaving no one alive.
The three girls of Zhong Bixuan stared at him. Seeing that he had killed them, they all breathed a sigh of relief. Although killing people is terrible, it is better than torturing people alive.
Li Muchan later liberated these people.
When Li Muchan saw that Zhao Jinsheng was going to the mountains to attack this gang's lair, he sighed and advised: "Brother Zhao, forget it, let's continue on our way."
Zhao Jinsheng shook his head. Although his face became calm, his eyes were firm: "These people, living in this world, will harm many more people. If I don't see them, I will kill them. If I meet them, I will definitely kill them and do justice to heaven!"
Li Muchan pondered for a moment and said: "Then when we come back, we will be gone except for them now, it will only be a few days."
Zhao Jinsheng still shook the door, frowning, and stared at Li Muchan: "Junior brother Zhanran, you are a monk, and you must know that subduing demons is the only way to achieve immeasurable merit!"
Li Muchan sighed: "We are too public, which is not good for this trip."
Zhao Jinsheng shook his head and said disapprovingly: "It doesn't matter whether you are public or not... We represent the Canghai Sword Sect. If we encounter such a thing and remain indifferent, isn't it worthy of our martial arts?!"
Li Muchan shook his head, sighed, and said no more.
Seeing that he didn't object, Zhao Jinsheng breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Xu Jingying: "Junior Sister Xu, what do you think?"
"Well, these people, even women and children, are not spared. They have lost their humanity and are no longer human. It would be best to kill them!" Xu Jingying nodded.
"Okay, let's level this mountain!" Zhao Jinsheng waved his hand vigorously, showing off his rare heroic spirit.
Everyone went up the mountain, but there were obstacles everywhere. There were hidden stakes hidden in the woods. Before they reached the top of the mountain, there were already several groups of people harassing, obstructing, and surrounding them.
Although these people's martial arts were good, they were far inferior to those of the Canghai Sword Sect. They went up without any hindrance until they came to a mountain stronghold.
Look at the gate of this cottage, it is tall and majestic, with a small pavilion above it. Such a gatehouse is really very majestic.
There is a horizontal plaque hanging on the pavilion, with cloud patterns all over the place, and two big characters engraved on it: "Chivalry".
These two large characters have golden hooks and silver strokes, and they are very powerful.
Li Muchan looked at it for a few times, then frowned and said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Zhao, there are experts here!"
"Hmm -?" Zhao Jinsheng turned his head and whispered: "Junior Brother Zhanran, how did you know there was a master in charge?"
Li Muchan pointed upward: "Senior brother, look at that plaque. These two words are written with majestic force. It was obviously done by a master."
Zhao Jinsheng shook his head and said with a smile: "If you can write good calligraphy, you are a master?...Junior brother Zhanran, many famous calligraphers can write wonderful calligraphy, but their hands are weak!"
Li Muchan nodded and said no more, knowing that it would be useless to talk anymore. He just sighed. Emotions are really terrible. Once you are obsessed by emotions, all wisdom will be gone and you will be extremely stupid.
Zhao Jinsheng stood in front of the gate of the village and said slowly: "The chivalrous village pretends to be chivalrous, but actually commits inhumane evil deeds. I am a disciple of the Canghai Sword Sect. Today, I will do justice for heaven and destroy your chivalrous village!"
His voice was calm and spread out slowly, as clear as a pearl.
There was no movement in the village, it was deathly quiet, but Zhao Jinsheng could hear breathing. Dozens of people were ambushing behind the village gate, just waiting for him to break in and kill them all.
When there was no movement, Zhao Jinsheng sneered and suddenly kicked up a stone, about the size of his hand, and shot it out like a cannonball.
There was a muffled "bang" sound, and the village door shook twice, rustling with dust.
Still no movement.
Zhao Jinsheng sneered, turned around and came to the roadside, stood behind a stone half a man tall, looked at the village gate, and suddenly kicked the stone with his flying foot.
"Huh..." The stone flew out with the wind and hit the gate tower opposite.
"Crack!" The horizontal plaque broke into two pieces and fell down.
Unabated, the stone rushed out from the gate tower and fell into the village, whereupon a scream was heard.
The gate tower was torn into pieces. This kick contained strange power. The direct disciple of the Canghai Sword Sect showed his abilities and directly destroyed the village gate.
A group of people came out and surrounded the five people in a blink of an eye. First there was an old man with a red face, beard, round belly, and big copper bell-like eyes.
What's even more conspicuous is that his head is bald, similar to Li Muchan's, but without any scars. He is obviously not a monk, but bald.
He stared wide-eyed and shouted angrily: "We and the Canghai Sword Sect have no conflict with each other. Why are you juniors here making trouble?!"
"Well water does not interfere with river water, you are worthy of it?!" Zhao Jinsheng sighed and sneered: "You people are inhumane, leaving innocent people dead... stop talking nonsense and do it!"
He looked excited and shouted angrily, completely opposite to usual, as if he was a different person. Zhong Bixuan also looked at him in surprise.
The old man glared, exhaled through his nose, and waved his hands vigorously: "You have such a strong tone, you are looking for death. Come on, send them on their way!"
This group of people immediately started to move. There were about a hundred of them. Their eyes were shining brightly. They were not ordinary people. They all held swords in their hands. They took action one after another, aiming at the fatal spots of the five Li Muchan people.
Zhao Jinsheng sneered, his sword light was like lightning, he did not retreat but advanced, he rushed into the crowd like a wolf rushing into a flock of sheep, taking away a life with every move.
Li Muchan and the others were not polite. Strings of sword light were released. They looked beautiful, but every bit of cold star was deadly, and all those caught were killed.
In the blink of an eye, the five of them, Li Muchan, had killed more than twenty people.
The bald old man suddenly roared and shouted: "Old Qiu, please take action!"
"Alas..." A long sigh sounded, and a short and thin old man suddenly appeared.
Zhao Jinsheng's heart trembled, and he felt a blur in front of his eyes. The old man had appeared.
Li Muchan sighed secretly, knowing that this master had finally appeared, he ducked, stood next to Mei Ruolan, and whispered: "Miss, we have to fight hard again."
"Yeah." Mei Ruolan nodded.
Li Muchan looked at the old man. He was small in stature and with a withered face. He looked like an old man who could be blown away by the wind at any time. He was extremely thin.
His eyelids were drooped, as if he had fallen asleep, and he stood there lazily, turning a blind eye to everyone's gaze.
"Alas..." He sighed again and raised his head.
Li Muchan squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the old man. His eyes were as clear as an eagle, sharp and powerful, and all the energy and energy in his body seemed to be concentrated on these eyes.
"Xiao Fang, this is the last time, let's go!" The short and thin old man waved his hand and said with a sigh.
The bald old man said hurriedly: "Old Qiu, then my subordinates..."
Mr. Qiu shook his head: "I will only protect your life, no matter what happens to others, just leave it to fate. Alas... let's go, let's go. Don't follow the same path again!"
"Yes, Mr. Qiu!" The bald old man responded respectfully, turned around and left.
Zhao Jinsheng flashed, blocked the road suddenly, and sneered: "Want to leave-?!"
The bald old man poked Zhao Jinsheng with his finger, narrowed his eyes, and sneered gloomily: "You kid, we will settle the score later!"
After saying that, he still walked forward, as if Zhao Jinsheng had become transparent.
Zhao Jinsheng's sword flashed and struck straight at him, but the bald old man did not dodge and kept moving forward.
"Ding..." There was a crisp sound, and a small pebble flew out.
Zhao Jin took off his Changjian and rolled in the air. He was dumbfounded and stared at Mr. Qiu in disbelief.
The bald old man passed by him. Li Muchan chuckled, then suddenly moved a foot away, and a pebble flew out of his hand.
"Hi——!" With a slight roar, pebbles flew towards the bald old man.
"Chi!" "Pah!" There were two crisp sounds, and another pebble flew over, collided with it, turned into powder, and floated away in the wind.
Li Muchan flashed and appeared behind the bald old man, reaching out with his palm.
"Tsk——!" There was a slight whistle, and a pebble hit his vest.
If he insists on using his palm, he will inevitably be hit by pebbles. Listening to the sound, you will know how powerful it is. Hitting a pebble can break muscles and bones, putting his life in danger.
Li Muchan's body suddenly moved horizontally, taking a step away, avoiding the pebbles, but his palm posture did not change.
"Chi!" With a slight whistle, the bald old man flew out, and Li Muchan's palm missed the shot by a hair.
The bald old man flew several feet away and landed firmly. He glanced behind him, turned around and ran away. He turned into a small black dot in the blink of an eye.
Li Muchan and others wanted to catch up, but several pebbles had already been fired at them. Mr. Qiu seemed to have ten hands. The pebbles flew out in strings, like bullets in later generations. The firepower was so strong that they could not breathe.
Zhao Jinsheng lost his sword, and the three women also knew that the sword was useless, so they could only use Qinggong to dodge. They tried their best and had no distracting thoughts. If there was any mistake, they would definitely be hit by stones.
I don't know how long it took, but the pebble suddenly disappeared, and there was no trace of Mr. Qiu either.
Zhao Jinsheng sighed and looked gloomy.
Li Muchan also shook his head, he did not expect that Qiu Lao's skills were so pure.
The internal forces attached to the pebbles are extremely strange and unpredictable. Some are pure yin, some are pure yang, some are a combination of yin and yang, or have several energies.
And a stone can knock people away without hurting them at all. This inner strength is truly superb and pure.
Li Muchan thought to himself that if it were him, even if he used the Arrow Control Technique, he wouldn't be able to do it so easily.
Everyone ran away, leaving only a few old women and children. They didn't know how to kill, so they walked down the mountain listlessly.
Zhao Jinsheng was depressed and unhappy, but in just one day, he recovered, smiling, gentle and verbose, just like before.
This made Li Muchan look at him with admiration.
He can think openly, how can a person live in this world and everything goes as he wants? Dissatisfaction is inevitable, and he doesn't really care. It doesn't matter if he kills a few more people or a few less people.
But looking at Zhao Jinsheng, he obviously had a strong sense of justice and let the culprit go. He was obviously extremely annoyed and unwilling, and he didn't expect to adjust himself so quickly.
In the evening that day, they hurried on their way. The surrounding area was flat and they could see very far away. They saw a small town in the distance.
Suddenly, they stopped. There was an old man standing in the middle of the road more than ten feet away. He was looking at the five of them with a faint smile, which was very strange.