Li Muchan smiled and retracted his hand, stepped back and looked at the middle-aged man jokingly.
For this kind of people, Li Muchan always kills them quickly and will never let them go. Moreover, even if he wants to kill them, he will not kill them happily. He will make them die of torture. Otherwise, the sins he has committed cannot be offset.
Although Li Muchan was lustful, he deeply hated the flower picker. He felt that torturing a flower-like woman was the most vicious thing in the world and was an unpardonable crime.
Chu Shaoqing slowly stood up and walked towards the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man stepped back step by step with the knife in hand, squinting his eyes and staring into hers, trying to pry into her thoughts, but all he saw was tranquility, like a calm lake.
After taking a few steps back, there was a tree behind him. With his back pressed against the tree, he no longer stepped back, but looked up to the sky and laughed: "Haha..., dying under the peonies is like being a ghost! Little beauty, come here, I'll do it
I want to see how capable you are and whether you can kill me!"
Chu Shaoqing glanced at him indifferently, then his body flashed, and with a bright flash of light, there was a scream. The middle-aged man covered his wrist with a pale face, and the long knife fell to the ground.
Chu Shaoqing seemed to have not moved, looking at him indifferently, watching him grit his teeth and glare at her, making a squeaking sound.
This sword cut off his hand tendon, but not much blood was shed. The cold air on the sword healed the wound, but did not seal the pain. On the contrary, the cold air made the feeling clearer.
She grasped the timing of this very accurately.
Chu Shaoqing was as calm as before, with no slight movement in his expression. He seemed to be watching the flowers and trees and exited the hall, talking one after another.
There were only two people left in the hall. Senior Brother Wu sighed: "Senior Brother Fan, it seems that you have got into trouble with a powerful person. I'll get some ink, and you can just use your fingers to write a few words."
He sharpened the inkstone for a while, then brought it over, holding the paper in his other hand. Then he let go of the paper, picked up the middle-aged man's right hand, pressed it into the inkstone and made a ritual offering.
"Who did it?" he asked.
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, his eyes flashed with anger and malice, his fingers fell on the paper, and the ink stained the paper. He tried his best to move, but his hands seemed to be carrying a huge weight and he could not move at all.
Seeing this, Senior Brother Wu shook his head and smiled bitterly. This acupuncture point was sealed extremely strangely, and his internal energy was gushing, but he couldn't move, as if he couldn't exert any strength at all.
The middle-aged man gasped and tried hard to move his fingers, but his fingers refused to obey him and would not move no matter what. They were as heavy as a big mountain.
"Forget it, Senior Brother Fan, let's wait until Master comes back." Senior Brother Wu shook his head.
The middle-aged man roared unwillingly, his eyes bloodshot.
Senior Brother Wu sighed secretly, said no more, and said in a gentle voice: "Master's martial arts are unfathomable. There must be a way to save you, Senior Brother. Don't worry."
The middle-aged man slowly closed his eyes and gave up his efforts dejectedly.
"Well..." A low groan suddenly came from his throat, and then his body struggled like a shrimp again, shrinking and opening, and sweat poured out from his body.
Senior Brother Wu hurriedly stretched out his palm to touch his vest, and a surge of internal energy entered him. His expression immediately changed, he hurriedly pumped his palm, and flew backwards with a "bang".
His body hit two jade screens with hundreds of birds facing the phoenix, and the screens immediately turned into pieces and scattered, hitting the furniture nearby.
He fell to the ground, his body trembling, and he couldn't get up for a while.
A strange force burst out of the middle-aged man's body, which penetrated his body like an electric shock. His body was trembling and numb, and he could not exert any strength.
After a long while, he got up and turned around with lingering fear. He saw that the middle-aged man had stopped shaking, and the moment passed again.
Footsteps sounded, and three people floated in. The first one was an old man with white beard and eyebrows. He was tall and tall, with a few pockmarks on his face. His face was red and purple.
There were two people following behind him, one was a burly middle-aged man, whose appearance was vaguely similar to his, and the other was the young man who reported the news earlier, with a hurried expression and an angry look on his face.
"What's going on?" the tall old man said in a deep voice. He walked over to the middle-aged man in a few steps, reached out to grab his wrist and inspected it. He took a look at the wound on his wrist, frowned and ignored it, and closed his eyes to inspect.
The burly middle-aged man looked at the messy surroundings and frowned: "Junior Brother Wu, what's going on?"
Senior Brother Wu shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Senior Brother He, Senior Brother Fan had another attack just now. I wanted to help him, but I didn't expect that there was a huge power in his body. I was caught off guard and was knocked away."
The burly middle-aged man frowned: "So powerful?"
Senior Brother Wu sighed: "I don't know what powerful person has provoked Senior Brother Fan to do this. I just checked and found that Senior Brother Fan's heart has been severed..."
"Hmm——?" Senior Brother He was startled and frowned: "What's going on?"
"I don't know either. It's really strange that he is still alive and well even though his heart is broken." Senior Brother Wu shook his head, his face full of confusion.
At this time, the old man let go of his hand and suddenly clicked his fingers quickly. However, the middle-aged man showed no reaction and still stared at the old man with his eyes wide open.
The old man frowned and nodded a few more times, but the middle-aged man still didn't respond.
"Master...?" Senior Brother Wu said.
The old man shook his head, simply stopped taking action, and said in a deep voice: "What a powerful person, Xiao Fan, who did you offend?"
The middle-aged man blinked, showing anger, but he couldn't move and could only blink.
"Master, Senior Brother Fan has had his acupuncture points sealed." Senior Brother Wu said.
"I don't know yet!?" The old man snorted angrily, frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I've never seen this method of sealing acupoints before. He shouldn't be from our capital."
"Yes, I have never seen this strange technique before." Senior Brother Wu nodded.
Senior Brother He walked over, pressed the middle-aged man's back, examined him for a moment and shook his head: "This man is so cruel that he broke Junior Brother Fan's heart!"
"Master, is there any way to save my life?" Senior Brother Wu asked with concern.
"Who can save me if my heart pulse is broken?!" Senior Brother He shook his head and sighed: "Dad, it seems that this person did this on purpose. Why?"
The old man sneered: "Give us a demonstration!"
Senior Brother Wu said: "Master, why did Senior Brother Fan offend him and commit such a vicious attack? First he cut off his limbs, then his heart, and tortured Senior Brother Fan like this."
"It seems that Xiao Fan's sexual disease has recurred again!" The old man shook his head and sighed.
The other three people were silent. They all knew about this problem of middle-aged people, but they could not get rid of it. Because of the existence of Ziyang Clan, no one was pursuing it. They did not expect that they would end up like this.
"Junior Brother Fan, are you a woman?" Senior Brother He walked closer and asked in a deep voice.
The middle-aged man blinked, and his eyes became vicious and angry again, as if he wanted to eat people.
Seeing this, the four of them knew that what they had expected was really a woman.
"Alas..." The old man shook his head and sighed: "You are going to die on a woman's body after all. As expected, forget it and accept your fate!"
"Master, this woman is too cruel. She can just kill her. Why should she torture Senior Brother Fan like this?" Another young man said angrily.
"Forget it, Xiao Fan is not unjust for what he did!" The old man shook his head, showing an expression of hatred for steel, and hummed: "He should have expected this end!"
Another young man said in a deep voice: "Master, he treated us Ziyang Clan members like this. If we can't take revenge, how can we lose face?"
"Junior Brother Zhao!" Senior Brother Wu frowned.
It's too late for such a master to hide, but Junior Brother Zhao keeps trying to get closer. He really doesn't know whether to live or die!
"Well, I understand what Xiao Zhao is thinking." The old man waved his hand and sighed: "Xiao Zhao, do you think you can defeat this person as a teacher?"
Junior Brother Zhao said in a deep voice: "Master is invincible in his magical skills, so he is naturally better than this person!"
The old man shook his head: "You are wrong, I am no match for this person."
"Ah——?" Junior Brother Zhao widened his eyes and said in disbelief: "Master, you don't know how to stop?"
"If I can defeat her as a teacher, I will naturally avenge Xiao Fan. But depending on this person's internal strength and her acupoint-sealing techniques, I am not as good as me." The old man shook his head and sighed, and said: "This woman should not be very old.
, with such skills and techniques at such a young age, one can see how powerful his master is!"
"Master, then will Senior Brother Fan receive this meal in vain...?" Junior Brother Zhao asked anxiously.
The old man shook his head and sighed: "Xiao Zhao, the reason why our Ziyang Clan can survive is not because we are really number one in the world and no one dares to offend us. One is because of King Rui's face, and the other is because we know the current affairs and cannot be provoked by top experts.
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"Master..." Xiao Zhao looked at him blankly.
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The old man seemed to have aged more than ten years, and sighed: "If you really provoke a master, our huge Ziyang Gate will be gone!"
He shook his head and said: "You newborn calves are not afraid of tigers because you have never seen a real master and don't know how powerful they are. It is no exaggeration that one person can wipe out our entire Ziyang Clan!"
The young man surnamed Zhao bowed his head in silence, which broke the pride he had always felt. When he went out, he was arrogant and felt that as a disciple of Ziyang Clan, he could run rampant in the world and no one in the capital would dare to offend him.
I didn't expect Master to say these words.
He sighed: "Master, can you just watch Brother Fan die?"
"This kind of injury is something that even the imperial doctor can't help." The old man shook his head and said slowly: "At this point, there is no need to have any illusions."
"Hateful!" The young man named Zhao punched his palm hard.
Senior Brother He patted him on the shoulder: "Junior Brother Zhao, forget it..."
"Master, I must avenge Senior Brother Fan!" Junior Brother Zhao gritted his teeth and said bitterly.
Senior Brother He hurriedly said: "Silly boy, we don't know who the murderer is, how can we take revenge?"
He continued: "This woman deliberately made Senior Brother Fan unable to speak or move his hands. She couldn't tell us anyway. Her intentions are extremely vicious!"
He could see that this was also a form of torture, just to torture Junior Brother Fan to death, making him anxious, anxious and helpless, and tortured.
Not only must his body be tortured, but his mind must be tortured as well. The ruthlessness of this person is truly astonishing. It is better not to offend such a person as much as possible.
"That's too vicious, such a person should be killed!" Junior Brother Zhao said viciously.
"Haha..." A long laugh suddenly sounded, and a green shadow flashed in the hall, and then a person appeared. His green shirt was fluttering, his face was withered, and he could tell he was wearing a mask.
Although the face of the human skin is lifelike, the expression cannot be made. This thing is not uncommon, it is just for convenience, so there is no need to cover the face.
"Who are you?!" Everyone's expressions changed and they sneaked into the hall silently. This was like a slap in the face to Ziyangmen.
Li Muchan shook his head and said, "I am the one you are looking for."
"It's you——?!" Everyone's expressions changed and they stared at him.
Li Muchan smiled faintly: "This person has done many evil deeds. Let me see what kind of sect protects such a person, Ziyang Sect, haha..."
His tone was full of sarcasm, and his eyes were also full of sarcasm, with a hint of coldness.
When everyone made eye contact with him, they were immediately startled and felt chills in their hair, as if they were encountering a tiger. It was not fear, but the coldness coming from the bottom of their hearts.
"You killed Senior Brother Fan and then bullied our sect. Are our Ziyang Sect so easy to bully?!" The young man surnamed Zhao took a step forward and shouted loudly: "Hurry up and untie Senior Brother Fan's acupuncture points!"
Li Muchan laughed and glanced at the old man: "Is this a disciple of Ziyang Clan?"
"Who are you?" The old man slowly clasped his fists.
Li Muchan smiled and said, "You don't deserve to know my name."
"Huh, you're a guy who hides his head and shows his tail!" the young man named Zhao sneered. Although he knew that the man in front of him was powerful, he was young and energetic and could not bear his ridiculing eyes.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "You have thought about it, you will die if you see my true face."
"Huh, what a boast!" The young man named Zhao curled his lips disdainfully.
Li Muchan said: "In that case, that's fine, let's just meet him."
As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand, as if to lift his mask.
"Wait a minute!" the old man shouted hurriedly.
Li Muchan stopped and looked at him with a smile: "What, you want to see what I look like?"
The old man said in a deep voice: "I am the chief coach of Prince Rui's Mansion, why do you need to be so aggressive?"
Li Muchan said: "I don't want to be aggressive, but how could you, this unscrupulous disciple, ever know how to forgive others?... How many women have been ruined by him? As a master, you are not ignorant, but you want to condone them. Your crime is no different from his!"
The old man said with a gloomy face: "Your Excellency, you want to kill me too?"
Li Muchan nodded: "If you allow yourself to do evil, you will never be forgiven for it. Just accompany your precious apprentice on the road!"
He flashed behind the old man and stretched out his palm to pat him away.
"Let's go——!" the old man shouted angrily, turned around and punched him, his face was filled with purple energy, and his fist seemed to be wrapped in a ball of purple energy.
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, he flew out.
Li Muchan shook his hands. Unexpectedly, this ball of purple energy was extraordinary, soft and flexible. If it were stronger, its power would be impressive.
It's a pity that this old man's cultivation is limited and he cannot fully display the power of this skill.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The old man first smashed another screen, then smashed the desk, then broke the window and flew out of the window.
"Master!" The young man named Zhao shouted and rushed towards Li Muchan.
Li Muchan flicked his sleeves, and he also flew out, in the same direction as the old man.
Senior Brother Wu and the middle-aged man surnamed He did not take action, but looked on coldly, meeting Li Muchan's smiling gaze.
"What about you?" Li Muchan asked.
The middle-aged man named He said: "Your Excellency is very skilled in martial arts, and we are no match for you."
Li Muchan said: "Okay, I hope you know the current affairs, go ahead!"
The two looked at each other and hurried out of the hall. The old man fell five feet away with blood bleeding from the corners of his mouth. He was slowly getting up, but his arms went limp and he immediately fell down again.
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"Master!" The two men were shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.
The old man slowly stood up, but blood was gushing out of his mouth, which was getting worse and worse. The two of them felt their hearts sinking. They hurriedly reached out to take out the elixir, but were stopped by the old man's wave of hands.
"I...I can't do it." He swallowed hard, his voice hoarse, and he was breathing heavily, like a broken bellows.
"Master!"
"father!"
The old man suddenly became energetic, stood up straight with a wave of his arms, and took off the two people's support: "You don't need to avenge me, I deserve it."
His breathing began to become even, his eyes were bright, and his face was filled with purple energy.
"Dad!" The middle-aged man surnamed He had a gloomy face, and he knew at a glance that this was a return to the past.
The young man surnamed Wu didn't notice it, and his face was overjoyed: "Master, you are fine!"
The old man shook his head, and his eyes finally fell on him: "Xiao Wu, after I leave, you will be in charge of the Ziyang Gate."
"Master!" The young man surnamed Wu was startled and said hurriedly: "Senior Brother He is the leader, I can't do it!"
The old man shook his head: "Kun'er has a gloomy temper and lacks integrity in his actions. If our Ziyang Clan wants to survive, only you can do it."
He turned around and said: "Kun'er, don't think about revenge. As a father, you deserve what you deserve. It's the so-called son's fault of not teaching his father. Xiao Fan has done bad things and turned a blind eye as a teacher. He deserves this retribution! . . .
You must assist your Junior Brother Wu well and strengthen the Ziyang Clan so that your father can rest in peace despite being under the Nine Springs!"
It's not that he doesn't want revenge, but the enemy is too powerful. Once he wants to take revenge, the entire Ziyang Clan will be destroyed. He really doesn't want that.
The middle-aged man surnamed He said slowly: "Dad, don't worry, I will be fine!"
"Okay! Okay!" The old man nodded with a smile, and the red light on his face quickly disappeared. He suddenly fell to the sky, closed his eyes, and died.
"Dad——!" "Master——!"
The two turned to stare, but the figure was gone, and Li Muchan had long since disappeared.
Li Muchan killed the old man without any guilt in his heart. If he hadn't indulged the gangster disciples and disciplined them early, how could so many women have been harmed?
Although he did not instigate evil, he was no different from doing evil and should be killed.
In the early morning, the Fang Mansion was extremely lively, with lanterns hanging high. Mrs. Fang's eightieth birthday was coming soon. There were still two days to go. Several of the legitimate sons of the Fang Mansion, Fang Huaiyi, Fang Huaizhi, Fang Huairui, and the head of the family, Fang Nianxin, had all arrived.