(Sorry, the network is not good and I can't always connect, so I have to upload it on my mobile phone..)
Wu Liang didn't know where he had gone. After emerging from the soil, he appeared in a small dilapidated courtyard.
Qingmumen is a world of its own, covering an area of nearly tens of thousands of acres and nearly a thousand large and small courtyards.
Except for the high-level disciples who are entrenched in the interior of the sect, the other lower-level disciples have opened courtyards on the outside as their practice areas.
The place he chose was not only sparse in people, but also weak in strength, with only a few innate warriors.
Wu Liang guessed that this was either the residence of lower-generation disciples or a place where martial artists with poor talent were exiled. After all, not everyone has the talent to practice martial arts.
However, the Qingmu Sect is only allowed in but not out. Although those disciples with poor talent do not have the resources to practice, they are unable to step out of the Qingmu Sect and enter the secular world.
These people are struggling to survive in the cracks of the Qingmu Sect. In addition to helping the Qingmu Sect as handymen, they are not willing to give up and continue to practice, hoping to step into the path of a true strong man.
Although Wu Liang didn't understand this clearly, he could make a rough guess just by looking at the state of decline here.
No matter what era it is, there will always be predators of the jungle, and there can't be any big shots living in this miserable place.
But this place was his best hiding place. Wu Liang was not afraid of people in the yard discovering him, so he just found a place that had not been occupied for a long time and got in.
After gathering his breath, Wu Liang suddenly sat down cross-legged in the corner like a dead old wood.
Sure enough, in less than a cup of tea, Wu Liang sensed the aura of three or four strong men with three flowers constantly scanning the four directions.
That night, the Three Flowers strongman kept appearing everywhere in the Qingmu Gate, and even searched this deserted place seven or eight times.
Wu Liang never moved, and no one found him.
Although the sealing of the golden elixir has reduced his strength a lot, the realm of Yuanshen is not disturbed. With his realm, it is too easy to avoid the search of the powerful Sanhua.
Taking out a few spiritual stones and setting up a small blindfold in front of himself, Wu Liang began to meditate with his eyes closed to restore the real energy he had previously consumed.
Slowly immersed in cultivation, nothing happening outside can disturb him.
…
When the dazzling sunlight shone in through the holes in the roof, Wu Liang opened his eyes and stretched his waist. He felt refreshed and his thoughts were clear.
There were rustling sounds outside the house, and it seemed that the owner of the yard was busy.
"Girl Feng, what are you looking at!"
The old woman's slightly aged voice reached Wu Liang's ears, and he heard a gust of footsteps coming from the yard.
"Mom! Something big happened! Something big happened!"
There was also a childish and soft voice coming from afar. Although he said that something big had happened, Wu Liang did not hear any urgency. Instead, he felt a little gloating about his misfortune.
"What's wrong? There was a lot of noise yesterday. Your father was called away by Manager Liu early this morning. What happened?"
"Hehe, mother, you didn't know! Something big happened in the inner sect. Last night, the two stewards of the Law Enforcement Hall and a dozen disciples were all killed!"
"What!"
There was a banging sound in the courtyard. It seemed that the old woman was shocked and smashed something.
"Really, I heard from others that outsiders have entered our Qingmu Gate. What a powerful demon. Not only did he kill the people in the Law Enforcement Hall, but he also demolished Qingkong Garden."
The Feng girl in the courtyard was chirping, but there was a hint of excitement in her tone.
The old woman was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to catch her, covered her mouth and scolded: "Don't chew your tongue, it will be bad if the adults in the inner sect hear it."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
The two women outside the house were still arguing, but Wu Liang touched his chin and said with a smile: "Big devil? This dirty water was poured on my head. It seems that the family scandal should not be made public, and the guy from Qingmumen also wants to be embarrassed.
ah."
Wu Liang doesn't mind taking the blame, but being wronged is not Mr. Wu's style.
Thinking of this, Wu Liang couldn't help but sneer. Since you said it was me who did it, I would really be sorry for you if I didn't do something bad.
Close your eyes and meditate again. Daytime is not a good opportunity for him to come out. Let’s talk about it at night.
…
On this day, three or four waves of guests came to the courtyard.
Someone even came in to look at the broken house where Wu Liang was, but after taking one look at the man, he covered his nose, coughed hard and rushed out.
The empty shabby house had an inch of dust accumulated. Who would hide in this damn place?
Night soon fell, and Wu Liang in the dilapidated house was like a ghost, swooping out without bringing up a trace of smoke.
Tonight, the patrol force of Qingmu Gate is much stronger than before. Not only are there strong masters, but also the Half-Step Three Flowers have appeared one by one.
Wu Liang's disappearance made everyone in the Qingmu Sect very vigilant. A worldly strong man with half a step to three flowers was hidden somewhere in the sect, so they had to be careful.
Far away from the small courtyard, when Wu Liang came to the junction of the inner gate and the outer gate, a pair of patrolling guards were posted.
There were a group of five people, led by a powerful master.
The strong master looked alert, but the teammates behind him were lazy and listless.
"Uncle Zhu, no matter how courageous the devil is, he won't dare to show up now. You must know that this is the Qingmu Gate, is there any need to be so nervous?"
A young man behind the grandmaster warrior said nonchalantly that he was an eighth-level innate warrior, and he was not far away from the grandmaster realm.
In addition, he is much younger than that grandmaster and has a brighter future than him, so he is not afraid of this grandmaster.
Uncle Zhu glanced at him coldly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes. Even an innate dared to be arrogant with him.
If he hadn't been worried about the person behind him, he would have killed him long ago.
These guys who haven't left the mountain have high aspirations, and they don't know how high the sky is. They think that everyone else in the world except them is just rubble.
Little did they know that a truly strong person could never just shrink into a sect and retreat in seclusion. Those three flowers, or even half-step three flowers, had not made a name for themselves in the vast land outside when they were young.
The land of China is vast and boundless, and there are countless strong people.
Although there are not many strong people above the Three Flowers, those who are half-step Three Flowers, masters, innate, or even acquired, all have passed through life and death.
Although the warriors of the sect have incomparable advantages, many of the disciples who go out for training every year die outside.
You must know that the minimum requirement for a sect warrior to leave the mountain is innate, and some disciples even do not leave the mountain until they become a master.
However, these disciples who are armed with sharp weapons and strong in strength die in various accidents and fights every year.
The old man surnamed Zhu also went out to fight when he was young. At that time, he was so high-spirited that he thought that just because he was born in a sect, he could treat secular warriors as mere chickens and dogs.
However, reality dealt him a hard blow, an irreparable blow.
Gently touching the scar on his chest, the old man surnamed Zhu could not help but have a flash of fear in his eyes. It was that encounter that completely cut off the road ahead for him.
He reached the master level at the age of forty. Now he is about to turn 100, but he is still a master.
That sword cut off his path to martial arts, but he couldn't bear any hatred. It was that man's sword that woke him up, otherwise he probably wouldn't be alive now.
Just as the old man was immersed in memories, several people behind him had a trace of disdain on their faces.
In the Qingmu Sect, there are many warriors who are less than 100 years old, but there are not many who have not reached the peak of Grandmaster.
Disciples without qualifications have long been eliminated at the beginning of martial arts. Almost all martial artists who can reach the level of master can achieve half-step three flowers.
However, the man in front of them is nearly a hundred years old and is still in the middle stage of a master. It is strange that warriors like them who have reached the innate high level in their twenties and thirties can think highly of him.
"Click!"
There was a very subtle sound, and several young warriors didn't even notice it, but the old man named Zhu, who was immersed in memories, suddenly changed his face.
He was very familiar with this sound. He had done this before. It was the sound of a broken neck!
"The enemy...attacks..."
He turned around and ran away, preparing to call for help, but the difference in strength could not save him from death.
Even Sanhua could be killed. If he couldn't kill a grandmaster in a secret attack, then Wu Liang would have spent all these years in vain.
After eliminating these warriors in one fell swoop, Wu Liang took a breath and muttered: "It seems that the sect is not incompetent. This old guy is really vigilant. If ordinary people really run away from him."
The reaction of the old man surnamed Zhu was not unpleasant. He didn't even think about fighting Wu Liang. His first action was to run.
If he had used Nan Fist just now, even the Hidden Heaven Sword might not have been able to stop him.
Fortunately, he is Wu Liang, and his experience in thousands of battles cannot be matched by others.
After searching several people, Wu Liangcai's face lit up until he touched a black token in the arms of the master warrior. This time, he came out not only to kill people, but to enter Hualong Pass was his main purpose.
Yesterday he saw clearly that the token in Hidden Sky Sword's hand was exactly the same as this one.
This should be a relatively high-level identity token. As for whether the tokens of other low-level disciples can open the Dragon Transformation Pass, Wu Liang is not sure, and he doesn't want to gamble.
A wisp of light blue flame floated out, and several corpses turned into fly ash in an instant.
Wu Liang chuckled and continued to hide in the darkness. Since he was known as a devil, wouldn't he be sorry for them if he didn't do what a devil should do?
As for whether they are innocent or not, that is not Wu Liang's consideration. He has killed countless people in his previous life. Who can guarantee that there is no blood of innocent people in his hands?
He had confiscated his house and exterminated his family more than once. This kind of problem never occurred to Wu Liang's mind.
At night, the green wooden door is like a big black mouth, choosing people to indulge in.
…
It finally dawned, and someone finally discovered something was wrong with the missing Qingmu Sect disciple.
When a Sanhua warrior came, the news he received almost caused the Sanhua warrior to collapse the earth.
"Thirty-two people! One half-step Sanhua, five grandmasters, and twenty-six innates!"
The Sanhua elder's face turned red and he swallowed the blood in his mouth. In order to catch the guy who broke into the sect, they carefully considered every team.
There is at least one grandmaster warrior, and the others are all innate. With such strength, even if he is not a match for that person, he can still survive for a while.
This is the Qingmu Gate. As long as you can hold on for a breath, Sanhua strong men will come to your aid immediately.
But what shocked them was that out of the six teams, not one of them sent out a distress signal! (To be continued.)