Knife splashing

Chapter 596: The Disaster in the City
"This... Dragon Palace can still move?"

Ling Yunzi looked into the distance, his eyes full of confusion.

They already knew what the Dragon Palace and Water Palace were like. After all, Qingcheng had an ancient heritage and there were related records in the classics.

This thing is called the Secret Realm of the Cave.

Different from the paradise on earth, it is a mysterious existence between reality and illusion, and can only be entered through dreams.

In some strange stories, mortals often mistakenly enter the immortal palace.

This is exactly what I'm talking about.

But I never thought that this thing could move.

At the same time, the fighting on the river had subsided, and broken limbs, broken boat wood, and burning lanterns were rising and falling with the surface of the river.

Except for Zhao Jie who escaped, all the people sent by the Shu Palace were killed, and 30% of the Qingcheng disciples also suffered casualties.

Cheng Jianxin also looked into the distance, silent.

"Grandmaster..."

Looking at the old man's haggard back, Ming Shanzi's eyes were full of worry, but when he opened his mouth, no words came out.

Cheng Jianxin's attempt to become a god failed, and he suffered a severe backlash. Not only did his Taoism decline, he also lost an eye and quickly grew old.

He didn't tell anyone, stayed away from the Cheng family, wandered alone in the streets of Shu, and often stayed drunk on the streets.

No one knows that he is the world-famous Cheng Jianxian.

I live a bohemian life and no one cares about me, so I can live a carefree life.

It was not until he met Chang Gousheng, a man with amazing talents, that he began to think of leaving a trump card for the Cheng family to deal with future changes.

This is what happened.

The moment he found Cheng Jianxin, Ming Shanzi couldn't believe that this was the heroic and powerful swordsman of the Cheng family.

What worried him even more was that not only was Cheng Jianxin's body injured, but even his soul was aging and becoming almost the same as that of an ordinary person.

First, he was hunted down by Master Xue Nuo. This time, his command and layout of the battle were also very ordinary, and he did not bring out the fighting power of the Qingcheng disciples.

In the past, I couldn’t even imagine it.

"Let's go."

Cheng Jianxin looked into the distance, his face still calm, "I'm afraid something big will happen in Chengdu Prefecture, and we... have no choice but to help."

"Yes, Patriarch."

All the Qingcheng disciples bowed in unison.

They also discovered Cheng Jianxin's aging.

But so what?

Following behind him,
It’s an honor in itself!

Soon, the seriously injured were carried to the shore to be taken care of, and the remaining Qingcheng disciples packed up a few intact boats and sailed down the river, heading straight for Chengdu...

Not long after they left, several figures emerged from the forest opposite. They were all wearing black robes, with dragon tattoos on their faces and gloomy expressions.

The leader was a young foreign monk.

If Li Yan were there, he would find that this person was exactly the same as the old monk he saw in the illusion of the cemetery, except that he was much younger.

It was the leader of the Dragon Worshiping Cult, “Lang Wu”.

Ever since he was besieged by the righteous forces in Shu, he has rarely appeared in public. Even the people in the Shu Palace didn't know that this old ghost had been following them secretly.

Looking at the wreckage on the river below, "Lang Wu" laughed, "That's good, it saves us a lot of trouble, the master will definitely be satisfied."

After saying that, he raised his hand and waved his finger.

A man in a black robe from the back immediately came forward holding a brocade box.

"Langwu" took it and opened the brocade box.

Inside was a bronze mask with its eyeballs protruding forwards. It was the sacrificial artifact of the ancient Shu Kingdom found in the Guiqiang ruins.

He carefully took out the bronze mask, bit his fingertips, smeared the blood on his vertical eyes, and then held it high.

Call ~
Soon, strong winds blew in the mountains.

Streams of red mist gathered from all directions. They were the evil creatures that had been suppressed by the Dragon Palace and the Water Palace. After being shattered by the Earth Sword, they were scattered red monsters.

These red strange qi were attracted by the bronze mask, rushed in and were all immersed in it.

The bronze mask's vertical eyes also gradually emitted a red glow.

In the darkness, it is very obvious...

………………

"What, got separated?"

The Bai family’s old house in Dongcheng, Chengdu.

Li Yan stood up suddenly.

In front of him was Zhu Lin Liu Xian.

These old veterans who have been famous for a long time are now covered in dust and are all injured.

"The people from Qingyang Palace took action."

Liang Yu said coldly: "They used the paper crane search technique to find the hiding place of the Qingcheng Sect, and brought thousands of soldiers to encircle and suppress them."

"We alerted the Qingcheng Sect and took great pains to divert the pursuers. We wandered around in the mountains and forests for several days before returning."

"Sorry, thank you for your help, seniors."

Li Yan hurriedly bowed, his face full of apology.

Qingyang Palace and Qingcheng Sect live together in Shu, and are very familiar with each other, so it is not surprising that they can find a hiding place.

It was even more difficult for Zhulin Liuxian to lead so many people away.

"rest assured."

Situ Bo's old injuries had not healed yet, and he had been fighting continuously these days, so his face was a little pale. He persuaded: "The people from Qingcheng are all elite masters, and their swordsmanship is well-known all over the world. This is not a joke, and they will definitely succeed in one fell swoop."

"Ah."

Li Yan nodded, but felt a little uneasy.

It is now the twelfth day of the first lunar month.

These days, they have been lurking in Chengdu Prefecture, either creating chaos or gathering intelligence, dealing with the Shu Palace and attracting attention.

Logically, Lu Sheng should have sent out experts to hunt them down. He even used gunpowder to set traps in advance, hoping to kill one or two of them.

However, none of the masters from the Prince of Shu's Palace showed up.

Or being too cautious.

Or, there is something more important.

Even though Dujiangyan has Zhao Jie, a master of Gangjin, he will probably not be able to escape danger when facing the siege of Qingcheng masters.

What does Lu Sheng want to do...

Thinking of this, Li Yan became more and more confused.

Boom boom boom!
Just then, there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

Immediately afterwards, three figures climbed over the wall. They were Sha Lifei and Wang Daoxuan, escorting one person on each side.

Judging from the man's clothes, he was just an ordinary citizen. His new clothes, which he had just changed into during the Chinese New Year, were in a shabby state. He was tied up with hemp ropes and had a rag stuffed in his mouth.

"Woo~woo~"

His eyes were bloodshot and he kept struggling.

"Master, what does this mean?"

Li Yan looked at him and asked with a frown.

"The curse appeared."

Wang Daoxuan's face was solemn, and he tore the rag out of the man's mouth.

"Roar--!"

As soon as he was released, the man let out a low roar like a wild beast. His eyes were full of madness. He squirmed his body and wanted to open his mouth to bite the Sharifei next to him.

"be honest!"

Sharifei kicked him away and cursed: "On the way back, I found this man going crazy on the street, smashing things and biting people."

"I was too lazy to pay attention to him at first, but the Taoist priest said that this person had cursed, so I knocked him out and carried him back."

"By the way, as soon as we left, a group of guards came to arrest us. Fortunately, we walked quickly..."

While he was talking, other people gathered around him.

Wen Song, who was one of the Six Leisures in the Bamboo Forest, took a step forward, shook the Yin-Yang Pen in his hand, and with a swish sound, he cut open the man's clothes.

Everyone's faces suddenly became solemn.

I saw that the "God of Happiness Money" on the chest of this commoner was already rusted and had lost its former luster.

Under the skin where the money was hung, a huge scar had appeared, dark blue, with the same pattern as the money. Around the scar, blood vessels were bulging, like vertical forked black lines, spreading all over the body.

"what--!"

The man suddenly roared, his muscles bulged, and he broke the hemp rope on his body and pounced towards Li Yan.

clap clap clap!
Just after he took two steps, Wen Song next to him waved the Yin-Yang Pen, used the acupuncture technique, and tapped him several times.

The crazy citizen suddenly became stiff and could not move.

The Judge’s Pen is good at acupuncture, but it requires different techniques and strength, and it must be coordinated with the flow of qi and blood throughout the twelve hours, so it is difficult to learn and master.

He can do it with such ease, obviously he is an expert in this field.

"Senior, it's a good idea."

Li Yan praised it and went forward to check it out.

When you get closer, you can feel it more clearly.

He could smell a cold scent of incense flowing through his blood vessels and finally converging at the scar.

Liang Yu also stepped forward, grabbed his wrist and felt his pulse, and said thoughtfully: "The pulse is disordered and weak, and there is no power when pressing it. The false yang is excited on the outside, but in fact, the mind is scattered and the qi and blood are deficient."

As he spoke, he looked at the strange scar and said, "This thing is devouring his blood and energy, and also absorbing his soul. This person's soul has long been incomplete, so he went crazy."

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other.

Liang Yu is proficient in medicine, so his judgment is naturally correct.

"What a monster!"

Sharifei gasped, "Does this madman really want to sacrifice the blood of all the people in the city?"

Li Yan quickly looked at Wang Daoxuan, "How are the other people?"

He had been very active in the past few days, even assassinating more than a dozen Black Feather Guards in the street. His portrait had already spread throughout the streets and alleys, revealing his presence.

The Black Feather Guards of the Prince of Shu's Palace searched with their mountain dogs all day long and even offered a high reward, which made many scoundrels and city rats ready to make a move.

To prevent accidents, I had to stay in the old house temporarily.

These days, only Wang Daoxuan and Sha Lifei were out exploring.

Wang Daoxuan replied in a deep voice: "Although there are not many crazy people, there are some things wrong with other people. You will know it if you take a look."

Without hesitation, everyone put on makeup and went out.

Now is the twelfth day of the first lunar month, the opening day of the Lantern Festival.

The Chengdu Lantern Festival is world-famous, and this year is no exception. Bamboo and wooden lantern sheds have long been built along both sides of the street, with a dazzling array of colorful lanterns, palace lanterns, and revolving lanterns that stretch as far as the eye can see.

The streets are crowded with people.

It seemed as if all the people in the city had run into the streets.

There are two customs in Chengdu on the twelfth day of the first lunar month.

One is the "God of Wandering Silkworms".

Chengdu has had a prosperous silk weaving industry since ancient times, and Shu brocade is famous throughout the world. The twelfth day of the first lunar month is the birthday of Ma Tou Niang (silkworm god).

The second is to worship the "Goddess of Smallpox".

In order to protect children from smallpox, the people of Chengdu would ask Taoist priests to put cinnabar marks on the children’s foreheads, burn “smallpox boats” in the river, and recite the “Sending Away Smallpox Sutra”.

It can be said that tonight is the first day of the Lantern Festival.

The carnival that lasted for several days also began from then on.

However, everyone soon discovered that something was wrong.

The people parading around the city looked at the lanterns on the street, pointed and talked, their faces flushed, with abnormal and enthusiastic smiles...

All the lantern tents had red curtains that looked like blood.

According to custom, the decorations should be colorful, but all the shops hung up red decorations.

The silkworm farmers carried the Horse-Headed Lady in a bamboo sedan chair during the parade. The surrounding people crowded around and even fought for a spot.

"Kill him! Beat him to death!"

No one tried to dissuade them, but instead they all roared wildly.

Even the children were laughing and setting off firecrackers in the crowd.

The entire Chengdu Prefecture is filled with a fanatical atmosphere.

"Shopkeeper, why are you hanging red curtains this year?"

Li Yan randomly found a tavern to ask.

"Sir, this is the request of the palace."

The shopkeeper's face was also flushed, and sweat oozed from his forehead. He smiled excitedly and said, "It's a good idea to commemorate the fallen soldiers. The red cloth looks festive and lively, and the people like it."

As he said this, he licked his lips with his tongue, which was not normal.

"Tsk tsk, shopkeeper, don't you think it's inappropriate?"

Looking at his red face, Sharifei couldn't help but ask.

"What's wrong?"

The shopkeeper glared at him and laughed, "I just feel so happy. I have never been so happy in my life."

"Blessings from the immortal money!"

Suddenly, a drunk man staggered into the tavern holding a "God of Happiness Money" and shouted, "Give me wine! Give me wine!"

When the guests in the tavern saw this, they immediately rushed forward.

After a scuffle, someone snatched the "God of Happiness Money" and ran away.

The others started to chase after him, even the shopkeeper cursed and started to chase after him, holding up his wide robe.

It seems that the "God of Happiness Money" has great appeal.

"Crazy, all crazy!"

Seeing this, Sharifei couldn't help swallowing.

"What a terrible cursed weapon!"

Judge Bi Wensong's eyes were filled with horror as he murmured, "The whole city is under a curse. This is impossible. Zhao Jie definitely doesn't have the ability to do this..."

Li Yan took out a "God of Happiness Coin" from his arms.

This was found on the people who had gone crazy before.

It is covered with rust and has lost all its charm.

The hidden spell inside has already invaded the bodies of the people.

Li Yan stroked the rusty copper coin, looking towards the direction of the Shu Palace in the city, "This thing is just a medium."

"The real source should be in the palace."

Then he turned around and asked, "How is San'er doing?"

Sharifei whispered back, "We've almost figured it out. The secret passage leading to the palace was deliberately blocked. It must have been done by that bastard Wuxiang."

"Ah."

Li Yan lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "There is no time. Before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, we must start and transport all the gunpowder bags to the Shu Palace."

"There must be a main formation in the palace. If we blow it up directly, it should be able to break the curse."

Call ~
Just then, a cold wind blew.

The originally clear sky quickly turned dark.

Sharifei shuddered, raised his palm, looked at the sky covered with dark clouds, and snowflakes fell one by one, and muttered: "This weather is weird, why is it snowing again?"

In just a blink of an eye, the sky was covered with dark clouds.

Rumble!
Accompanied by the roar of thunder, thousands of heavy snowflakes fell, and were blown up and down by the strong wind, covering the entire Chengdu Prefecture.

"Be careful, something is wrong..."

Li Yan felt his heart pounding.

He looked up quickly and felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

The sky was full of snow, and it was getting heavier and heavier.

In less than half a pack of cigarettes, Chengdu City had turned white.

On the river several miles away, the people from the Qingcheng Sect all looked up.

"Oops, I'm late..."

Ming Shanzi looked into the distance with an unpleasant expression.

Li Yan and others were in the city when they suddenly noticed that it was snowing.

In their eyes, the entire Chengdu Prefecture was indeed shrouded in thick white fog.

It slowly creeps, as if it wants to devour the entire capital...

(End of this chapter)