Soon, his figure disappeared into the rushing crowd without a trace.
...
Kyoto City, Zhuangyuan Road.
In an inconspicuous bookstore, on the seat behind the counter, Bai Nanxian was holding a book in his hand and chewing on melon seeds boredly.
The important bargaining chip originally used to deal with Ziwei and Kunlun was taken away by Chen Xuanjun. He was unwilling to do so, but had to give up temporarily.
Crazy does not mean blindness, nor does it mean "throwing yourself into a trap".
As Jiang Yuezhong said, Li Muzi's low-level trap is nothing more than that.
If you are poisoned by the strange poison of Lagerstroemia Seven Stars and Begonia, you will die sooner or later. Even if you suppress it with the help of some heavenly materials and earthly treasures, you will still not be able to escape your fate for up to ten years.
The fate battle had only started for half a year, and he had enough time to plan.
He was even a little grateful to Mr. Chen, who gave him a chance to think calmly.
Only by planning and then taking action can you be in an invincible position.
Compared with Li Muzi, who had become an abandoned son of Buddhism, Bai Nanxian asked himself that he still had enough trump cards.
At least in the past few years when junior sister Pei Shu could not take on the heavy responsibility of Yunzong, he had to take the lead.
Pave her way and build her bridges.
"puff."
The melon seed peels flew out and accidentally landed on the guests who entered the door.
It was a young man with a shoulder bag, his face was dark yellow, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.
Bai Nanxian stood up suddenly and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I didn't see anyone coming in."
The other person raised his eyebrows to show that he didn't care.
Bai Nanxian politely handed over a cigarette and asked, "What type of book should I buy?"
The young man replied stiffly: "Story meeting."
Bai Nanxian almost laughed out loud. Damn, how old are you to watch a story show?
Childish or not?
He puffed up his cheeks, suppressed his smile and said, "Well, go forward, the top of the third row of bookshelves."
The young man said he would not smoke and would go on his own.
Bai Nanxian nodded happily and sat back in the chair to eat melon seeds.
After six or seven minutes, the young man came out. Instead of telling the story, he held a copy of "Thirty-Six Strategies".
Bai Nanxian asked curiously: "Didn't you find the story meeting?"
The other party said expressionlessly: "No matter how beautiful the story is, it is just made up randomly and has no meaning."
Bai Nanxian was convinced. He put out his cigarette butt and said, "Yes, adults should read some books that adults should read."
"The Thirty-six Stratagems are great. Together with Sun Tzu's Art of War, they are very suitable for the way of survival in today's society."
"Oh, this book is thirty yuan."
The young man took out a brand new hundred-dollar bill and said boldly: "No need to look for it."
Bai Nanxian didn't show any pretense and said thank you.
In front of him, the former turned the Thirty-Six Strategies to the page "Killing with a Borrowed Knife" and tore it out directly.
Bai Nanxian's face was full of astonishment, and he couldn't understand what the other party meant by this move.
The young man said indifferently: "Revenge when there is a grudge, revenge when there is a grudge, settle accounts after the fall, kill someone with a borrowed knife."
"The four elders you sent out on the Miao border trip are very good."
"Although they are all dead, it is still not enough to calm the anger in my heart."
"It doesn't matter if you hurt me."
"But whoever dares to bully my wife, I have to help her get it back."
"In the past, when I held grudges, I had more than enough heart but not enough energy."
"Now that I have a grudge, I only hate being invincible."
The other party said lightly: "The seventy yuan is for buying your life."
Bai Nanxian was shocked and turned around to escape. However, he desperately found that he could not move at all. The invisible restraints, like transparent fishing nets surrounding all directions, trapped him in place.
"Remember, it is Buddhism that kills you."
"This trick will make the boy worship Buddha."
The young man's eight fingers are connected and his thumbs are separated.
Blood mist sprayed from his mouth and he bent down quietly.
"You..." Bai Nanxian's pupils were dilated and his face was distorted.
"You, you are Su..."
He couldn't say the last sentence anymore, he had already died.
No one knows who the Su character he mentioned represents.
My heart is broken and my soul is gone.
There is still Yun Zong in the world, but Bai Nanxian is nowhere to be found.