Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 167

The government's granary was built in the east corner of the city. After the news of the inner guards arrived, all the elite soldiers that could be mobilized nearby were on alert.

People with outstanding martial arts skills in the government office and the army even sit in and out of the granary.

Most of these people are wearing light armor, but one of them, who is faintly regarded by everyone as the backbone, is wearing a civil servant's robe, with high cheekbones, long white beard, a sword on the left side of the waist, and a dart on the other side bag.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise about two or three miles away, followed by a sentence that made everyone's faces change.

"Shao Lingxiao is here, who would dare to look for it?"

The sound was not so loud when it reached here, but the echo echoed endlessly in the streets and alleys, between the houses, around the blue bricks and eaves, from high places and far away.

It seems that this sentence has an irresistible and nowhere to escape magic.

People near the granary who heard this sound felt the zhenqi in their bodies agitated, as if it was going to resonate suddenly with the rhythm of the words, breaking away from the original route of inner breath.

The higher the skill, the clearer this feeling will be.

"Shao Lingxiao"!
This name is familiar to everyone present, the name of the leader of the Demon Cult that has been mentioned in the streets and alleys for ten years.

The story of the five great masters beheading the leader of the Demon Cult has been told and acted out many times, and it has aroused the yearning for those peerless masters and miraculous skills in many young people or passionate quacks.

If they had heard this name not long ago, some people might have thought it was just a duplicate name, but when they had just received the news that the Demon Cult had returned to the rivers and lakes and the demons were killing and looting everywhere, they suddenly heard someone self-reporting their name like this, I am afraid no one would dare Doubt his identity is true or false.

And after the loud sound of the air waves and the disturbing sound of the demon, followed by a thunderbolt from the blue sky.

It was a bursting and dull loud noise, and such a sound could only be heard under the dull and thick dark clouds that oppressed thousands of hectares of wind and rain.

Different from the previous magic sound that the more expert you are, the deeper you experience it, this loud noise has no distinction between high and low, and brings the same experience to everyone.

The guards in the granary, and even the streets outside the granary, teahouses, restaurants, mansions and private houses, old and young, heard this voice within a few miles.

One after another, the sound was more dull than the sound. Many people seemed to have smelled the smell of dark clouds, wind and rain, thunder and lightning in such a sound, felt a little cool and damp, and raised their heads involuntarily.

But the sky was still full of scorching sun, and the sun shone on all things from far and wide, lightening the color of the black tiles on the eaves, turning the blue bricks gray, and making the hairpin with tangled hair slightly shiny.

"It's not thunder!"

The government warriors guarding outside the granary looked back and exchanged views.

"Could it be... the sound of drums?"

"Is there a master playing drums? What does Shao Lingxiao want to do?"

Everyone was very apprehensive, and they pressed their weapons tightly, looking at the direction where the voice came from just now.

The dull loud noise became more and more dull, from the meaning of explosions and shocks again and again, to what seemed to be only the aftertaste of shock hidden deep in the thick clouds.

Suddenly there was another shock, and among the loud noises, there was the melodious sound of countless broken jade and silver plates colliding.

Everyone's ears are telling them that they are experiencing a heavy rain in the city. The different noises from far and near, sprinkled on the streets, houses, leaves, earthen pots, and water tanks are all brought by the heavy rain. experience.

The smog caused by the rain was hazy, surrounding everything outside the house, and only the relatives and friends who were in the same room could be seen clearly.

But their eyes couldn't see any raindrops, and they couldn't catch even a drop of jade-like rainwater when they stretched out their hands, only the high, shining sun.

Many people couldn't accept such a gap, and even closed their eyes altogether, found a place nearby to sit down, leaning against the wall, and pedestrians stopped for it.

They can't help but choose to forget the sunshine, welcome the rain, embrace the sound of the rain, let go of those chores that may not be too anxious for a long time, and enjoy the baptism of this "rain".

The officials and soldiers at the granary had their responsibilities, so naturally they couldn't make such a choice with peace of mind.

The more wonderful the experience brought by the sound of rain, the more vigilant they were, and resisted the sound with strong hostility. The young generals and soldiers who went up and down became more and more tense.

Finally, a figure galloped towards the direction they were looking at.

Many people subconsciously drew the bowstring and leveled the spear tip, but fortunately, the long-bearded civil servant raised his hand in time to stop him: "Slow down."

The person who came was a friend, not an enemy, and the face wearing a blindfold with only one eye open was familiar to many people.

"uncle!!"

The one-eyed man came to the front, his lightness kung fu was too fast, he stumbled, rushed to the side of the long-bearded civil servant, and grabbed his sleeve.

"The devil, the leader of the devil sect is here, and a pipa player is stopping him, and he made a bet..."

He spoke in a hurry and messed up, but the one-eyed man repeated a few important points incoherently, so that others could understand what he meant.

The people around had different expressions, and someone said in doubt, "Is it really the leader of the Demon Cult?"

"Shortly after he left from Laojun Mountain, he drove hundreds of demons to cause trouble. According to the news we have heard, there have been at least ten major riots in the city. The villages and caravans that those demons passed by, The tragedies encountered are still unfinished in Neiwei's news, but it can be imagined."

"Why did you make such a bet when you arrived at our place and didn't directly make a move?"

The image of Shao Lingxiao, in the minds of many people in the Tang Dynasty, is like the hellish ghosts and gods on temple murals, with great power, great terror, extremely vicious, surrounded by thousands of evil spirits.

The bet recounted by the one-eyed man made the ghost leader who came to reality from the story seem a little bit different from everyone's subconscious impressions, and a little more human.

It would be fine if that person was so vicious that he walked over with blood all over the ground, but the current appearance makes people uncomfortable.

Some people also thought: "The handsome musician holding the pipa should be one of the three masters in Chang'an, 'Wan Lai Qian Sheng'. It sounds like he can hold a stalemate with Shao Lingxiao?"

"What is going on, we still have to go and see for ourselves to find out."

The long-bearded civil officer pulled back his sleeve, gave orders, and said, "I go over there first, you guys, go separately to invite people. Nephew, go find the inner guard and spread the news! Hurry up!"

The people in the government office originally thought that those monsters did not know how to restrain themselves when they acted, and the trajectory of their actions was unpredictable. It may not be the correct approach to gather all useful combat power in one or two places.

The martial arts sects and masters of the rivers and lakes all over the world can actually be regarded as natural vigilance, so it is better to let them stay in the place they are used to.

But the situation is completely different now. Facing the leader of the Demon Cult, there are only too few manpower. It is always good to invite more help.

only……

The long-bearded civil servant has some indescribable worries: They are willing to resist the vicious and unruly monsters, but they can't help but not resist, but how will those people choose such a demon leader who has never taken the initiative to find them?

On the way to meet Shao Lingxiao, the long-bearded civil servant was just imagining the choices of those people.

The man surnamed Li who drank with the one-eyed man before had seen some people's choices with his own eyes.

This man surnamed Li, whose full name is Li Feihu, is also quite well-known in Jianghu. Although he is still a short distance away from the realm of first-rate masters, his lightness kung fu is said to have surpassed several first-rate warriors.

After all, the one-eyed man had a connection in the government, and this Li Feihu had a wider network of contacts in the rivers and lakes, so he could know things that even the local government didn't know.

For example, Mr. Shi Qingshi, an old man in the green forest in Guanzhong, held a teacher appreciation banquet for his grandson at the Shan's Restaurant in the north of the city this morning.

Li Feihu was a little bored staying there, and ran out of the banquet first, and met the one-eyed man to drink together. At this time, the people in Shan's Restaurant should not have dispersed.

Sure enough, when he arrived there, at least [-]% of the seats were still occupied by guests chatting here and there.

Li Feihu went all the way in, and rushed to the hall where Shi Qing was.

"Everyone!" He clasped his fists in, laughed loudly, and said, "Ms. Li is really lucky for three lives today, lucky for three lives!!"

His mouth was dry, and he caught a glimpse of nearly [-] wine jugs on a small table next to him that was unoccupied. Some of the jugs had their lids off, but there was still wine in them, so he picked them up and drank a couple of gulps.

The people sitting in this hall are very different from those outside. All of them are first-rate figures in the rivers and lakes.

Gusu Shuangxia Murong Xiao, Murong Gu, Qingping Tieguai Jin Qianchuan, Hanshan Hero Yingxiao me and so on.

Shi Qing is a little old man with a hunched back and a wrinkled face. Seeing Li Feihu barging in at this time, he didn't feel annoyed, and said with a smile: "Slow down, our Green Forest Restaurant, there is no other, but there is enough wine. Many, I don’t know what kind of good fortune Li Xiaoge encountered today, so happy?”

"Three Lives and Seventh's luck may have been used up in these two encounters today. First, I was lucky enough to participate in the banquet of Mr. Shi here in the morning, and I met all the great heroes on the martial arts road. Then..."

Li Feihu put down the jug, "Just now, I met Shao Lingxiao, the leader of the Demon Cult, and heard a bet."

"Shao! Ling, Xiao?"

Jin Qianchuan looked at Li Feihu with a smile at first, but when he heard this, he exclaimed a word in surprise, paused, and then uttered the next two words in a low voice, his eyes were motionless, and he glanced at other people.

The smiles on the faces of other people froze and disappeared, and the whole hall fell into a dead silence.

Li Feihu grinned, and explained what happened before in a few words.

Jin Qianchuan frowned, his eyes moved unconsciously, and said: "Shao Lingxiao has already arrived here, but this is a good thing, but I want to thank Brother Li for telling me."

He stood up and clasped his fists at the crowd, "Since he's here, I'll go back and pack some bags, go around the city and go east, if I think about it, I can completely avoid this turmoil."

I was stunned by Ying Xiao, and said: "Brother Jin, Shao Lingxiao's bet is obviously provoking the entire Guanzhong Wulin. Even if we don't go to fight, we should go there to have a look, otherwise, wouldn't it be short of ambition?"

"Hey, you guys don't know. I also went to the Southwest ten years ago. At that time, the war was about to end. I was just curious about what kind of good things the Demon Cult had collected in the Southwest for more than 200 years. In the end, I saw several great masters. Traces left after the base station."

When Jin Qianchuan said this, he shuddered, "Those who went to see those ruins later would not understand how terrible those destructive traces were when they were first branded in the mountains and fields."

"Hero Ying, Mr. Shi, I would like to advise you all. When the Demon Cult reappears, there will naturally be Laojun Mountain, Shaolin Temple, and people from the imperial court to worry about. We don't need to get involved too eagerly. They are fighting to kill each other. , the outcome is unpredictable, but why do we bother to take the risk of killing ourselves?"

What he said was really sincere, with a sincere expression on his face, after he finished speaking, he cupped his hands, turned and left.

No matter what the people in the hall were thinking, they didn't speak rashly at this time.

Shi Qing summoned a waiter, pointed to the table with the most flagons, and asked: "Where did the guest go after he left the house just now?"

"Going west."

"The one on the west side must be eating preserved plums. He always thinks that thing can relieve the hangover."

Shi Qing muttered twice, and said, "My fellow martial arts fellows, this old man's banquet will end here, and those who are willing to stay can stay for a long time. The food and drink expenses are all covered by this old man. If there is something urgent, you don't have to come to say goodbye. Jianghu Children are informal, please."

After saying this, he got up, found an excuse, and hurried out, "The old man should go and see how the kid is sober."

Li Feihu just watched from the side, hesitant to speak.

He had originally made up his mind that if the news got out, whether he would go or not would depend on what these people thought, so he should not talk too much, so as not to cause trouble in the future.

But he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. This old man Shi was the hero he respected the most. After being a hero all his life, he still became short of breath when he got old.

Just like what Ying Xiao said, even if you don't participate in this bet, the leader of the Demon Cult has the courage and courage to show up here. Don't people in Guanzhong Wulin dare to watch the excitement?
Li Feihu didn't want to see what the people in the hall were doing anymore, so he laughed and rushed back with half a jug of leftover wine.

The leader of the demon sect knocked on the wine glass with his chopsticks and knocked himself flying. Li Feihu thought that he would never join the bet, so he went back to see how many experts would be willing to go. Stay away and find someone The high place can be used as a talking point in the future, showing off one's old experience.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this approach was really good. He didn't run away directly, which showed that he had the courage.The fact that he didn't want to stand in front of the leader of the Demon Cult shows that he has self-knowledge.After being blown away, he didn't think about how to get revenge, which also showed that he was open-minded and cheerful, and didn't care about the little dust on his clothes.

As a member of Guanzhong Wulin, as a citizen of Datang, you must be so generous, generous, and wise.

When he walked halfway, he drank a little too much, his eyes were dazzled and his ears were hot. For some reason, he misread the way back, went in the wrong direction, and ran wildly again.

Like a winged fox.

A fox is cunning, a fox is cowardly, a fox... is also a beast!
The sound of the pipa can still be faintly heard in the city. The sound like heavy rain is becoming sparse now. I don’t know how long the unused song will last, and it may stop in a while.

Li Feihu was still running, he found one after another, and even ran out of the city, never knowing that his lightness kung fu could reach this level in his life.

He has already notified three sects with first-class masters and two martial arts families, and then continue.

Guanzhong, Guanzhong, Qianli Jincheng, [-]% of the world's first-class masters gather here, and there must be more around the city than in the wilderness.

What's more, this city is the first place to arrive after crossing the river every year, and it is the gateway to the east of Guandong.

Li Feihu went fast enough, but he was only one person, and the news of the inner guard spread in all directions like fireworks, far wider than what he spread.

The unused pieces are longer than expected.

But those who are familiar with the melody can tell that it is indeed a complete piece of music, and it is not because he deliberately procrastinated. He chose the "Wind and Great Music" that became famous in the city of Chang'an back then with thousands of sounds. , is a repertoire that can be played for nearly three hours.

Back then in Chang'an City, he played the pipa at dusk to bring people into dreams. That night, thousands of people in Dongshi City had the same dream.

The wind blows the wild grass low, the torrential rain pours, the wild horses cross the border, the sky clears after the rain, the general is out of the fortress, and the banner is blown by the wind.

That is not pure martial arts, or the supernatural powers of divine soldiers, but also the power of rhythm.

When he played one-sixth of the song, the long-bearded civil servants, Gusu Shuangxia, and Hanshan heroes had all arrived one after another, and there were still many people whose martial arts were not first-rate, waiting and watching from a distance.

At first it was just sparse like a forest, then it was a thin wall of people, and then a thicker crowd.

By the time the song was played for a third of the time, if you looked a hundred feet away, no matter which direction you went, there was already a crowd as dense as a dark cloud.

There are already more people standing within a hundred feet.

For example, Shi Qing was thought by Li Feihu to have found an excuse to leave casually.

The old man also pulled a flushed, drunken young man by his hand.

When two-thirds of the song is played, there are nearly thirty people who dare to stand within a hundred feet.

Shao Lingxiao sat there, sipping the wine and the mushrooms very slowly, at this time he also poured out the last drop of wine in the pot.

"As expected of Guanzhong. I am already amazed by the number of masters. I am even more pleased that you all dare to come here."

Shi Qing's voice was old and calm, and he smiled weakly, and said: "A bet made by the barbarians in the mountains, the warriors of the Tang Dynasty, would they still be afraid?"

Shao Lingxiao looked at him and said, "It seems that the Li Tang dynasty is really popular, and it makes you proud to defend Tang so actively."

The drunken young man suddenly said: "The Great Tang started from Li Shimin, but it is no longer just the Great Tang of his Li family."

"Master Ling Xiao, if you still have an impression, whether it was in the Southwest or the Western Regions ten years ago, all the people who claimed to be from the Tang Dynasty in places that did not belong to the Tang Dynasty always thought that we were part of the prosperous age."

"This is our Tang Dynasty."

A person who does not belong to the Tang Dynasty, it is fine if you dare to assassinate the emperor. Back then, there were 36 roads against the king on the martial arts road, and there were 72 winds and smokes in the rivers and lakes. The one who became the emperor was just the luckiest road among them.

However, you still dare to challenge the center of Datang, the most bloody people in this center.

How could we not dare to come?

"You are standing on our land and want to see who can stand on it."

The drunken young man suddenly moved, crossed dozens of feet, and came to Juyou's side.

"Then let's try it."

(End of this chapter)