"Friend, why hide your head and show your tail? Come and talk about it."
Wu Xiaode's voice spread far away.
No one responded.
"You think you can hide such murderous intent?"
Wu Xiaode snorted coldly, jumped onto the wall in a flash, and looked around cautiously.
The cold wind blows.
The streets outside were empty and there was no one in sight.
Without warning -
boom!
Thunder exploded in the clouds.
Wu Xiaode suddenly turned sideways.
A sniper bullet flew past his cheek, hit the tree behind him, passed through the tree, and entered the plaque on the second floor of the martial arts gym.
Xiao Shi screamed.
Qian Mingkui said loudly: "Damn it, my plaque - what's going on, brother Xiaowu?"
Wu Xiaode slowly turned his head and glanced into the martial arts hall.
I saw two lines of large characters engraved on the pillars on the left and right sides of the entrance to the martial arts hall:
"Walking through the snow without leaving a trace in search of plum blossoms;"
"Linfeng wants to ask Yue Lai."
There is a plaque hanging outside the second floor of the martial arts hall:
"Nine Wonders of Tianshan"
The sniper bullet just entered the plaque, leaving a large hole that continued to spread.
Click, click——
Wow!
The plaque broke in the middle and fell to the ground.
At this time, the rain in the sky finally fell.
The heavy rain made the ground gradually become muddy, and the plaque was splashed with mud and water. Qian Mingkui hurriedly went to clean it up, but only picked up a few broken pieces of wood.
Wu Xiaode was startled for a moment, and the expression on his face gradually became distorted.
Just listen to his hateful voice saying:
"If you came to play in an upright manner, I wouldn't say anything, but if you use a concealed weapon to destroy my plaque, this is unethical..."
"Xiao Wu."
"I'm here, senior."
"Do you mind if I use your name to kill people?"
"You don't mind, senior; please feel free to do it, senior."
"good!"
Wu Xiaode slowly drew out his long knife, jumped down, walked to the center of the street and stood still.
He took a deep breath and roared:
"I am the leader of the school of looking for plum blossoms in the snow!"
"Those who destroyed my plaque should come out and clear the way for me to resolve this grudge with you!"
His voice resounded throughout the street like thunder, and the echo lingered for a long time.
No one responded.
Only the sound of "rustling" rain can be heard between heaven and earth.
Wu Xiaode was already wet, but he stood still, the murderous aura on his body increasing one layer after another.
finally--
End of the street.
A middle-aged man wearing a suit appeared.
He walked to the opposite side of Wu Xiaode and applauded: "Very few people can escape a sneak attack from a sniper rifle. You are indeed quite capable."
"Finish your words." Wu Xiaode said expressionlessly.
"I'm here because a big shot has a passion for talent. Let me tell you, you didn't accept the conditions yesterday, and the conditions have changed again today."
The middle-aged man looked shrewd and capable and continued: "Today's conditions are-"
"All Xia Huilan's scientific research results belong to us, and you have to come and work hard. Only in this way can you two survive."
Wu Xiaode tilted his head unexpectedly and said silently: "Boy, I only kill people. You have to answer your own questions."
"Okay, let me tell you-"
Wu Xiaode said: "Who is behind you?"
"You come here and serve loyally, and you will know sooner or later in the future," the middle-aged man said.
Wu Xiaode said impatiently: "You are so annoying. You don't even dare to reveal your name. This kind of behavior will never be on the stage, and it will never be able to deal with the Zhao royal family. Do you know why?"
"——Because you don't even dare to be honest."
"Yes, you are just a bunch of rats in the ditch, and you still want me to be your dog?"
The middle-aged man said coldly: "Wu Xiaode, you are seeking death. You must know-"
Before he finished speaking, an electronic sound suddenly came from his arms.
The middle-aged man took out his cell phone and answered the call.
An old voice sounded:
"Turn on the holographic image. I want him to know what this world is like."
"yes."
The middle-aged man pressed a button on his cell phone.
The phone suddenly projected a holographic image, which showed an old man with gray hair on crutches.
He sat comfortably on the sofa, with six maids serving him.
One woman is making tea, another is holding a cup, one is kneeling on the ground and massaging her feet, one is rubbing her shoulders behind her, one is holding a jade fan and fanning it gently, and one is gently peeling grape skins and feeding the crystal clear grapes to the old man.
In the mouth.
The old man looked at the screen and said kindly:
"Xiao Wu, don't be the guardian of the royal family. Come and help me. I guarantee that you will enjoy endless blessings in the future."
"Who are you?" Wu Xiaode asked.
"Commander of the Imperial Military Aircraft Department, Ge Lengshan." The old man said.
"Where are you?" Wu Xiaode asked.
"On your head." The old man said.
"On your head?" Wu Xiaode looked towards the sky.
The lead cloud obscured everything.
Maybe there is some kind of aircraft above the clouds?
"Xiao Wu, are you going to die like a dead dog on the street and have your body thrown into the stinking ditch; or are you going to come over and work for me and enjoy all the glory and wealth?"
"I will always overlook you until you make a choice." Ge Lengshan said.
Wu Xiaode grinned, showing his white teeth and said, "Why don't you come down and tell me in person?"
"Poor child, you are still too young and immature to understand an important thing in life." Ge Lengshan shook his head.
"I'm all ears." Wu Xiaode said.
"Human beings are born with classes. This is the essence of our species - child, it's like you have to look up when you look at me, but I only need to look down when I look at you." Ge Lengshan said.
"Maybe you were born many years ago, have done many great things, and know more principles than me, but there is one thing you are wrong about." Wu Xiaode said.
"What?"
"No matter how high your class is, you are still the same as an ordinary person like me."
"Same?"
"Look, you only have one life. Since you want my life, let's fight for it. If you die, everything will be lost." Wu Xiaode spread his hands and said.
Ge Lengshan laughed and said: "When a man is angry, blood splashes five steps away? That's all happened in ancient times. Now I am in heaven, and you are only in the mortal world, and you will never be able to come to me."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, answer me now, do you want to work under me?"
"Not coming."
"Then go to hell," the old man said, ignoring him, smiling at the maid beside him and nodding: "Today's tea was brewed well."
Wu Xiaode stood still, then suddenly raised his hand and drew his knife, slashing it diagonally in front of him.
Whoosh!
A sniper bullet was split in half in the air, dragging a long, flying gray line on the walls on both sides of the street.
He held the knife motionless and said silently:
"Finished?"
"That's it." Wu Xiaode said.
There seemed to be some appreciation in the tone of the ancestor spirit: "Boy, today you have completed my commission and promised to take care of my descendants in the future. I will preach on your behalf and pass on a sword skill to you."
"There is a saying called 'the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword'."
"This word refers to two kinds of weapons. Among them, the knife is actually used like this."
"Watch it -"
The long sword was retracted and returned to its sheath, then suddenly it was drawn out again and slashed hard!
But I saw a golden light fly out from the blade, dragging a dazzling thin line on the street. In an instant, it flew across a distance of several thousand meters and hit a room in a building two streets away.
The blood instantly stained the window red.
The window glass fell down with a crash, revealing the sniper rifle in the room and the body that was chopped into two pieces.
A beautiful line of blood spattered on the snow-white wall.
Death to the sniper!
The ancestral spirit stood in the middle of the street and taught earnestly: "The sword shines through the blade, cutting the sky and the earth. No matter how hard you dodge, you are just a ray of dead soul on my blade. This is the method of using the heart of the sword. Remember."
"
"Yes, senior."
Wu Xiaode looked towards the holographic image.
I saw that the expression of the commander of the Imperial Military Aircraft Department, Ge Lengshan, who was leaning on crutches, did not change at all, and there was even a hint of ridicule in the corner of his mouth.
Ge Lengshan took a sip of tea and said gently: "Innocent child, since I dare to show up, it proves that your life is already in my hands. Do you really think you can survive?"
"Let's make a bet." Wu Xiaode said.
"What to bet on?"
"If I survive today, you will die; if I die in your hands, I will no longer be able to care about Xia Huilan's affairs. She belongs to you."
"I have already won." Ge Lengshan said calmly and made another gesture.
As soon as he made this gesture, Wu Xiaode's ancestral spirit immediately felt something.
"Murderous aura... I sensed quite a terrifying power, which should be able to level this area." Zu Ling said.
"Do you want to escape?" Wu Xiaode asked.
"I don't have much time to stay, kid, listen up!"
The ancestor spirit shouted: "Don't let the fear of life and death interfere with your sword intention. Concentrate your energy and forget yourself. Next, I will teach others your sword skills -"
He controlled Wu Xiaode's body, stood on the spot with his knees bent, pressed the handle of the knife with his hand, and lowered his head.
Qian Mingkui was lying on the wall of the martial arts hall, looking at Monk Zhang Er who was confused. However, he felt heart palpitations and held back his words several times.
Silence fell all around.
Just listen to Wu Xiaode singing softly: "You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, I will send you to the world with a head full of snow."
His whole body was shaken, and a swirling cold wind suddenly exploded under his feet, covering all the raindrops around him, spinning and scattering in all directions.
boom--
The long sword was unsheathed, and the blade exploded with a thunderous roar.
Wu Xiaode held the knife in one hand and swung it into a jagged afterimage.
I saw lines of golden light condensed into lines, shooting out from the bright sword light, and slashing towards the depths of the sky.
Everything passes in an instant.
Clang!
The sword is sheathed.
The undercurrent of wind blew in and lingered around Wu Xiaode's body, lingering for a long time.
He held down the handle of the knife and said silently in an instructive tone:
"As mentioned in the poem, there are two styles of this sword technique. They are taught by gods and men. They are extremely powerful and should not be taught lightly unless there is a great opportunity."
"The gesture just now was 'Bury your bones under the spring and pin them in the mud'."
"As for the second move, 'I'll send the world to the world with a head full of snow', you can't bear the appearance of this sword yet. If you forcefully cut it out, you will suffer the consequences. Just keep it in your mind and wait until your soul power is greatly increased before using it."
"Boy, I want to teach you that since you are willing to protect my orthodox school, I am not a stingy person."
"The green mountains will not change, and the green waters will always flow. Farewell!"
After the words fell, Wu Xiaode suddenly found that he had regained control of his body.
The Book of the Dead floats aside, with lines of small ice crystal characters exuding cold white air constantly appearing on the pages:
"The body has completed its final synchronization."
"The ancestor spirit has left your body and returned to the spirit world."
"You have received the last teaching from the ancient ancestral spirit."
"You begin to master the secret flow of the sword of unknown origin——"
"Walking alone in the wind and snow."
"On this occasion, you have acquired a mysterious sword technique."
"You are beginning to master the prerequisite knife skills of this sword technique. If you practice diligently, you will become a master of sword techniques."
Wu Xiaode concentrated on analyzing carefully and found that various scenes of fighting with knives emerged in his memory.
These were all taught to me by that ancestral spirit.
Just like when I was taught the Iron Thread Fist.
but--
What did that ancestor spirit kill just now?
In the pouring rain, he held down the long knife and looked up at the sky.
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