The core gang of Tsing Yi Hall has more than ninety people, and the outer members are about four hundred. They manage a street about half a mile long. They are able to call the shots in the north of the city and are quite powerful.
However, if you put it to the whole city, he is just a small person. This person's death will not cause any big disturbance. The government will not care. What the defenders in the city really care about is the east city where wealthy merchants live. People like them
No one cares about the life and death of gangsters and gangsters.
What Zhuang Wudao was really afraid of was the person behind Shi Hu.
Yuecheng is rich in various mineral deposits, so it has gathered countless forces in Soochow, and is intertwined in the city. There are at least more than 300 masters of Qi training in the city.
Although Shi Hu's Golden Armor Xuangang Body is very good, it is a top-notch horizontal training method. After twenty years of practice, it is difficult for ordinary swords to damage his body.
However, it is far from enough to establish a firm foothold in this city before reaching the Qi training stage. Even Zhuang Wudao and his group of brothers also rely on a strong Qi practitioner to run two casinos.
Three restaurants.
Shi Hu's death will definitely trigger turmoil and contention among the surrounding forces. However, it is unknown what the attitude of the man behind Qingyi Hall will be in the end and whether he will avenge Shi Hu.
What Zhuang Wudao wanted at this time was a few days' buffer to give him a chance to deal with all this.
These corpses in the alley are extremely easy to dispose of. There is a dry well nearby. If you throw them in, no one will notice them for a month or two.
And the traces of the battle here are easy to destroy. The most troublesome thing is actually these mining slaves, which can't be spent with just a few coins.
Although the place he chose to live in is remote and there are not many people around it, there are still sixty or seventy people who witnessed this battle today. They are all mine slaves who have no food and clothing. They have a lot of talk and only need some food from others.
You can sell him for money.
He didn't want to kill people and silence them, but it was difficult to do so, and he wasn't crazy, so he had to think of another strategy. He would probably have to call his brothers over later and supervise these people to leave the city by water. He didn't dare to expect it for too long.
Keep the news secret for three to five days, or even one or two days.
And Wu Xiaosi——
Zhuang Wudao sighed softly, his eyes sad. But then he took the rotten sword behind him in his hand and looked at it carefully.
He has almost confirmed that the will that controls his body comes from this rotten sword. It is also the culprit who killed his best friend!
However, this inexplicable will just now undoubtedly saved his life. Ordinarily, he should be grateful, but the sudden process of taking control of his body was even more frightening.
Zhuang Wudao was even more confused. What was the origin of the rotten sword in his hand?
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"You are a unique swordsmanship talent! If you practice swordsmanship with me, in ten thousand years at most, you can become a peerless Immortal King!"
It was still the shadowy dream, a girl wearing a red palace dress and carrying a long sword, looking down from a high position.
Zhuang Wudao pinched his face out of habit. He felt no pain and knew that he was already in a dream.
But at this time, he had no trace of the impatience and panic he had felt in the past few days, but was looking curiously at the girl floating in mid-air.
The face of the woman, who is about fifteen or sixteen years old, has become somewhat clearer. Her facial features cannot be clearly seen, but just by looking at her outline, she is extremely beautiful.
Zhuang Wudao looked around again, but everything was shrouded in mist and he could not see clearly what was going on around him. According to his experience in the dream of the previous three days, no matter which direction he walked, he could not find the end.
After hesitating for a moment, Zhuang Wudao began to try to communicate with the girl in front of him.
"So who are you?"
In fact, I didn’t even expect this girl in palace clothes to be able to answer. I remember that in the dream of the past three days, this woman came and went with this sentence - you are the only one in ten thousand who can practice swords! If you follow me to practice swords, at most
Ten thousand years later, you can become the peerless Immortal King.
There was no response at all to his subsequent questions.
But today, for some reason, the girl seemed to be stunned for a while, and then she murmured to herself,
"Who am I? I am Wuya - no, I am the sword spirit! Luo Qingyun, the sword spirit of Qingyun Sword, you can call me Yun'er -"
After the girl finished speaking, she asked calmly: "Would you like to learn the sword with me?"
Sword spirit?
Zhuang Wudao thought of his rotten sword. He thought to himself that there was indeed a connection between the two. The woman in front of him was the spirit in the sword.
I was even more secretly surprised. Ancient books said that the divine sword has a spirit. The sword spirit can even be like a human being and has its own wisdom. This is actually the case.
I don't know whether it was because of the life-saving grace he received not long ago or because the sword spirit in front of him looked like a beautiful woman. The evil feeling in Zhuang Wudao's heart receded slightly. He continued to ask with a strange look in his eyes: "Why can you speak again today?"
"Spiritual harmony, willful harmony!"
Yun'er's voice was like fairy music, but after saying the four words, she stopped explaining, her eyes were deep, as if she was thinking about something.
Zhuang Wudao was at a loss and could only make up his own guesses. Linghe? Yihe? According to legend, there are many superb spiritual swords that need to be carried around by monks and cultivated with spiritual thoughts every day in order to fully display their power. Some evil spirits
The sword needs to be watered with energy and blood every day, but it is also incredibly powerful.
Could it be that he and this sword were in the same situation? Seven days ago, this sword came into contact with him for the first time. So the girl in the dream could only say this:
During these seven days, his contact with this sword gradually deepened and he developed a 'friendship'. So, can the spirit in the sword speak to him and communicate with him?
"Then Miss Yun'er, why did you choose me? What I practice is boxing, not swordsmanship! The teachers in my academy all said that I am not the material for practicing weapons, and I also think so."
"It's the sword's intention! The intention and the sword are combined -"
He still cherished words like gold, but Zhuang Wudao found that Yun'er's eyes were distracted. He was still thinking about something. Obviously, this sentence was probably just a subconscious response.
Sword intention? Intention and sword combination? What does this mean?
The confusion in his heart became more intense, and Zhuang Wudao continued to ask: "You said that after I practice swordsmanship with you for ten thousand years, I can become the peerless immortal king. But how can this person live for ten thousand years? As far as I know
, even the Yuanshen monks only have a lifespan of six hundred to one thousand years. Are there really immortals in this world?"
"ignorance!"
Luo Qingyun seemed to have finally come to her senses, and with a soft snort, a cold breath suddenly filled the entire dream.
That gaze came over again, and Zhuang Wudao felt cold all over for some reason, and it felt as if a sword was pointing at his eyebrows.
"Beyond the Yuanshen you mentioned, there are five realms: Lianxu, Hedao, Guiyuan, Mahayana, and Immortality. After these five realms, one can become an immortal and enjoy a life span of 30,000 years! And the so-called Peerless Immortal King
, as the name suggests, he is the best among the immortals! If you follow me and learn the sword, if you can survive six or seven thousand years, you will live a long and happy life!"
Zhuang Wudao was stunned this time, a little unable to accept it. In his impression, a Qi-training monk with a level above the sixth floor was already an extremely important figure.
The rumored Jindan Yuanshen realm is even more like a god. Just one of them has the power to destroy a country.
It seems that the country of Soochow where he is located has a golden elixir ancestor sitting in the royal family, so he is obviously the little tyrant of the southeast.
In fact, there are many countries around that can compare with Soochow in terms of land and national strength, but because they don’t have golden elixir monks, they can only rely on Soochow.
If it were not for the containment and deterrence of another big country, Soochow would have swept across the southeast and annexed other countries.
Shocked in his heart, Zhuang Wudao shook his head again. Yuanshen, Lianxu, Hedao, Guiyuan, and other immortals were all too far away from him, so he didn't even want to think about it! Even though he was now far away from the monk who had just started practicing
There is a considerable distance between the atmosphere and the atmosphere.
"So, you were the one controlling my body just now? And why?"
"it's me!"
Yun'er nodded and said calmly: "You are the master of Qingyun Sword that I finally choose in this thousand years. If you are allowed to die, Yun'er will have to wait another thousand years before choosing the next master. It is too
Trouble. Master, do you understand?"
There was no fluctuation in his tone, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing.
Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but blinked. One master for a thousand years? In other words, this Qingyun Divine Sword didn't just choose him as its master? So what about the previous sword masters? Where are they now?
Could it be that he no longer exists?
"I almost understand, but Miss Yun, can you snatch my body?"
This is what he really cares about most. Zhuang Wudao doesn't want his body to be taken away inexplicably one day.
"I am the sword spirit, and the sword is my body, so what use is your body? Just now I was just following the authority when the matter was urgent, so Yun'er is good at making decisions and using the sword to control people."
When Yun'er said this, he glanced at Zhuang Wudao's face and said coldly: "If you are disgusted and unwilling, then I will never control your body again in the future without your consent! In fact, that's right.
There is no need to worry, at that time your fighting spirit resonated with mine, so you could do this. When it was him, I wouldn't be able to do this."
Zhuang Wudao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He still couldn't fully believe it, but in this situation, this could only be the case for the time being.
"And Wu Xiaosi——"
I wanted to ask Yun'er why he killed Wu Xiaosi regardless of his wishes. However, as soon as the words came to his mouth, Zhuang Wudao stopped.
What's the point of blaming him at this time? Wu Xiaosi is already dead. What's more, at this time, I have absolutely nothing to do with this sword spirit named 'Luo Qingyun'.
However, Yun'er saw through his thoughts and snorted again, with a hint of dissatisfaction: "A woman's kindness! Now that the robe has been cut off and the swords are facing each other, why do you need to keep your hand? What's the use of keeping him? Wait for this man
Will I sell you out in the future? Are you not my master and should I consider this person my friend? You are my sword master. If you are in any danger due to a moment of weakness, Yun'er will fall into a deep sleep again!"
Zhuang Wudao was silent, and the reason in his mind knew that Yun'er's words were actually not wrong.
However, all the friendships that have been built up over the past ten years cannot be erased so easily.
With a heavy heart, Zhuang Wudao shook his head and let go of the matter for now. Then he asked tentatively: "You want me to learn swordsmanship with you. Where should I, Zhuang Wudao, start learning from?"