Wrongly practicing evil skills, imitating the laws of nature.

Chapter 255 Do you really dare not give me face? (Request for subscription)
Yuchang Town is just an ordinary small town in the mountainous area of ​​Yuzhou.

If we talk about its special feature, it would be that it is built on a mountain. Due to the terrain, the buildings in the entire town are like crisscrossed fish intestines, and it is easy for strangers to get lost walking inside.

A storyteller, about thirty years old, with a square scarf wrapped around his head, was walking on the fish-gut-like road.

He seemed to be familiar with the place because this was his hometown.

At the end of the alley, there is a dead pine tree, standing there like a piece of rotten wood or a concrete corpse.

The storyteller pushed open the door next to him and walked in.

This is a small courtyard, and behind the courtyard there are three dark corridors.

Even the locals don’t know where these three corridors will lead to.

After all, this is a private residence. Following the terrain of the mountain, it is reasonable that the house is built like a winding fish intestine.

The storyteller walked straight into the corridor on the left.

After walking through darkness, a dead tree appeared in front of us.

As a result, his figure flashed beside the dead tree and disappeared on the ground.

There is a dark space under the tree, which looks like an ancestral hall, solemn and mysterious.

The storyteller walked inside, his eyes seemed to be shining.

A white screen appeared in front of us.

In front of the screen stood a storyteller dressed the same as him.

The two men have somewhat similar facial features, except that one has wrinkles all over his face and looks a little old, so they don't look like brothers, but more like a father and son or uncles.

The storyteller took the incense and candles handed to him by the old storyteller and walked behind the screen.

By this time, many red lines had been hung above the ancestral hall.

A piece of meat was hanging among the tangled red lines.

The meat ball was black with textures all over its surface. It looked like both a liver and a pill.

The storyteller took off his handkerchief, flicked his fingers lightly, and a cluster of flames bloomed at his fingertips, lighting the incense and candles he had brought.

The incense and candles burned, illuminating the storyteller's face.

At this time, he was kneeling on the ground, kowtowed three times and bowed nine times to the hanging piece of meat, muttering something.

It was as if he was not facing a piece of meat, but his ancestors, or gods.

What's even more strange is that when the smoke from the incense burner rose, the black mass of flesh actually began to wriggle.

Cracks and small holes began to appear on its surface, like a mouth and nostrils, sucking the incense madly.

At this time, the inside of the burning incense stick burned more violently, and it looked like there were some hairs and nails mixed in it.

Da da da.
At this time, the black piece of meat began to drop black juice and fell into the porcelain bowl below.

The storyteller carefully wrapped the porcelain bowl with cloth and walked out.

Standing together with the old gentleman from before.

The old man looked as if he was wearing a human skin mask, with no expression on his face. He said coldly, "I didn't think you would come back so early."

The middle-aged storyteller replied: "I didn't expect that either."

"How is Tai Sui?" asked the old man.

"It will try its best to wake up our people." replied the middle-aged storyteller.

The old man said coldly: "Is the situation really so dire that you need to call in the Tai Sui so early?"

The middle-aged storyteller pondered, "During this period, although the number of our people has not decreased significantly, our power to control people's hearts and reverse right and wrong has weakened. Even Tai Sui has noticed it."

The old man still looked numb and asked, "Why is this so?"

"Dear storyteller, this group of newly emerged evil demons actually possess the similar ability to bewitch people as we do. In the areas where they appeared, they have gradually been able to compete with us. This is not conducive to our unification of the martial arts world." The middle-aged storyteller sighed.

"Is that the storyteller created by that old devil Duan?" asked the old gentleman.

"It was him! Some time ago, he destroyed the Zhu Sect headed by the Huangshan Sword Sect in Juxianzhuang. Even the lady of the Huangshan Sword Sect, who was the most powerful before, died of diabetes." The middle-aged storyteller explained.

"That crazy woman Zhao Ling thinks she can lead the world by refining the dragon essence. It's just a pipe dream." The old man said in a cold tone.

"Why don't you kill those evil storytellers, including the old demon Duan?" the old gentleman asked.

"They are a lot like us and can never be killed," explained the middle-aged storyteller.

"How is that possible? Old Demon Duan is not Tai Sui!"

For the first time, the old man, who had always had a blank expression on his face, showed some emotion.

"This is the weird thing. No matter how we deal with them, even if we kill them and cut them into pieces, there will still be people who will stand up and act as the great storytellers. There will even be more and more of them."

As he spoke, the middle-aged storyteller looked at the porcelain bowl in his hand and said, "This is also the reason why I came to pray to Tai Sui. When Tai Sui's blood drops, the bloodthirsty storyteller will be crazy. These four drops of Tai Sui's blood are enough to make our people appear like mushrooms after rain in the two states."

Simply put, bloodthirsty storytelling can be transmitted from person to person.

At least in Qingzhou and Leizhou states, their bloodthirsty storytellers will control the situation with their absolute numerical advantage.

The old man sighed, "Now Tai Sui only has this stump left, and there is not much blood left to shed."

The middle-aged storyteller bowed his head and said respectfully, "So Tai Sui is very unhappy and wants you, uncle, to serve Him."

The old man's face twitched.

Whatever could cause his face to twitch must be something horrible and painful.

You know, there are not many things in this world that can make him emotional.

The old man said gloomily, "For the sake of our ancestors, I am willing to give everything, but this is the last time I will help you. This is the last few drops of Tai Sui blood you can get. I really don't understand why you don't go and kill Duan Lao Mo."

The middle-aged storyteller raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes, even without Tai Sui's help, I still have the ability to kill Old Demon Duan, but it is not enough for me."

"Since they have such abilities, I want to eat them and let them become nutrients for our clan and Tai Sui's revival."

The old man looked at him and said, "I hope you won't let me down." Then he took off his robe and walked behind the screen naked.

Visible to the naked eye, his body, especially his buttocks, was covered with black bruises that looked like birthmarks or some kind of bite marks.

Almost at the same time, the red line behind the screen began to shake, appearing very excited.

The middle-aged storyteller bowed respectfully and left with the Tai Sui blood.

In the martial arts world, it’s time for a new wave of bloodthirsty storytelling that’s passed down from person to person!

The first ones to be swept away are the great storytellers led by Duan Lao Mo!

Unfortunately, only a remnant of Tai Sui remains, and it still needs time and nutrients to be nourished. Otherwise, not to mention a small demon like Duan and the great storyteller, even the entire martial arts world would have been controlled by them long ago.

The middle-aged storyteller knew that the period when their ancestor Tai Sui was at his most prosperous was also the most glorious time for this group of people.

When Tai Sui's blood fell, a tide of bloodthirsty storytelling swept across the world. Some people described it as a plague that was impossible to resist.

According to the files of the sect, at that time, a year master like him could infect tens of thousands of people with just one word and send them to his disposal, just like the saying "his words lead to laws".

It's all a matter of time!
It is our responsibility to restore the glory of Tai Sui Sect!

Looking at the black blood in the porcelain bowl, the storyteller's eyes were filled with fiery and crazy emotions.

Spring, before we knew it, spring has really come.

Although the weather is still a bit cold, the wild cats on the grave hill have begun to call for sex, and the Murong brothers have begun to comb their hair and wear what they think are the best-looking swordsman's thin shirts.

Yuzhu Villa seems to be a place where life is peaceful and tranquil.

Of course, there are also many passionate moments.

For example, now, the Murong brothers and Duan Yun are standing on the top of the grave mountain, holding knives and facing each other.

Brother Murong held the Jade Moon Blade in his hand and said, "You shouldn't have come."

"But I still came." Duan Yun replied with Wenrou in his hand.

"Don't think you can beat me like last time! A playboy like you doesn't understand 'Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building All Night' at all." Brother Murong said with pure love. "Oh? Really? I know more is better, and better is more."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Dharma images Xiaoyu and Xiaoqing appeared behind him, just like his wings.

Brother Murong maintained an expression of pure love and said seriously, "First of all, you are not allowed to hit my face or make me pee this time!"

He knew very well the embarrassment of seeing his beloved one being beaten to the point of diuresis by old demon Duan.

Duan Yun said with a look of disdain: "Do you want to keep fighting? If not, then let's eat!"

Feng Ling'er and others who came to watch also complained: "That's right, can you hurry up?"

As she spoke, she turned to Shen Ying, Zi Yu and Ning Qing beside her and said, "Do you want to bet? I think he can last no longer than an incense stick."

Ning Qing looked at the two people on the top of the mountain, set his sights on the Murong brothers, and said, "But he has been working really hard recently and has become much stronger."

Feng Ling'er shook her head and said, "Sometimes, hard work is useless. I bet it will still take one stick of incense."

Ning Qing gritted his teeth and said, "I bet it will take more than an incense stick of time."

Shen Ying pondered, "You can't hit him in the face or pee on him. Duan Yun also uses a knife instead of a sword. There are a lot of restrictions. I also bet that it will take more than an incense stick of time."

Zi Yu analyzed: "Brother Murong has been working hard these days, while Duan Yun sleeps all day. I bet it will take more than an incense stick of time."

"Okay, I'll make it! I'll clean the toilet ten times!"

As he said this, he took out a gambling tool, a stick of incense, and stuck it into the grave next to him.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two people on the grave hill moved.

I saw a bright knife light flashing, just like the spring breeze and drizzle outside the small building.

What greeted it was Duan Yun's fist, a violent fist!

With a loud bang, just like a spring thunder, the earth pile of the grave mountain exploded and black bamboo flew everywhere.

I saw that the Murong brothers' eyes were pure, their love was surging, and the knives in their hands were like full moons.

Duan Yun's left hand's strange fist was connected smoothly with the Dharma image Xiaoqing, and his right hand gently slashed out six layers of spring rain, which intersected with Xiaoyu's one layer of spring rain, just like two people in perfect harmony, forming seven layers of spring rain.

In the past, Duan Yun would roar whenever he cut off the Seventh Layer of Spring Rain.

Now it’s easy to get!
Duan Yun attacked with both hands, his left fist was powerful and his right hand was sharp and sharp, when combined together, it was like a thousand waves, overwhelming.

The Murong brothers were clearly facing one person, but they had the illusion that they were being besieged by two pairs of adulterers.

During this period of time, Duan Yun and "Wings" have become more and more in tune with each other, just like when he cooked with Feng Ling'er and Shen Ying before, it felt like a family of three.

Zi Yu watched this scene and couldn't help but mutter, "How many people can this old demon be on good terms with? Why does it feel like even the Dharmakaya won't let him go?"

At this point, everyone became nervous.

Because the time of one incense stick is almost up.

I have to say that the efforts of the Murong brothers during this period have not been in vain.

He can seamlessly switch between the endless hatred of the green knife and the pure love of listening to the spring rain in the small building all night.

No, they can even inspire each other. The pure love of Xiaolou listening to the spring rain all night can inspire Lu Dao's hatred and pain. It's like a leisurely book. The more innocent it is in the beginning, the more unsettling it becomes when it turns green in the end.

The fist force and sword energy collided with each other, the surrounding black bamboos broke and flew everywhere, and the ignored grave exploded.

Just as the incense stick was about to burn out, a loud “Oh!” was heard.

The swordsman Murong, who was originally inspired by the green sword and had a pure love on his face, was hit by a punch, and his head plowed through a dozen graves like a plow, and then
collapsed!
Lying there and spitting out dirt!

Feng Ling'er said excitedly: "I won!"

"Brother Duan is awesome, Brother Duan is so strong!"

Shen Ying and Zi Yu couldn't help but complain to the Murong brothers: "Can't you just try harder?"

"Hold on a little longer!"

As he spoke, Shen Ying smashed the earthen grave next to him with one punch, just like a gambler who was extremely frustrated after losing the game!

Ning Qing helped Brother Murong up and comforted him, "You are very good."

The fallen pure love swordsman suddenly seemed full of strength again, and said to Duan Yun with a pure love on his face: "I will beat you next time!"

The days passed by peacefully like this, and when many peach blossoms in the yard had bloomed, everyone knew that spring had really come!

Ning Qing also got used to life in Yuzhu Villa.

Just like even though she would occasionally sneak a peek at Duan Yun's handsome face, she was used to being around the Murong brothers.

Looking at a handsome man is not beyond the norm, but an instinctive admiration.

This is what normal women would do.

If it is a mistake, it is a mistake that all women make.

Because she would not participate in the fight for Old Demon Duan, Ning Qing had a very good relationship with people. In the morning, she formed an alliance with Feng Ling'er, in the afternoon, she had a close sisterly relationship with Shen Ying, and in the evening, she discussed the plot with Zi Yu.

That day, she and Ziyu made an appointment to go to Xiaochun City to buy clothes.

In the evening, the Murong brothers sat outside the gate, waiting for Ning Qing to come back like they were waiting for their wives.

Feng Ling'er said with a look of disdain: "It's only been an hour since I left the house, and you're acting like you haven't seen me for a long time."

Shen Ying joked: "What do you mean by 'it feels like a long time ago'? It's like you've lost your soul."

Yes, there is a consensus in Yuzhu Villa that the Murong brothers are truly infatuated men, the kind who would hang themselves if they were separated from their beloved women.

There's no way, he knows too much about pure love and green knife!
You know, back then, after experiencing several incidents where the person he liked was his own sister, he was waiting to die here.

And now, after going through so much hardship, he met Ning Qing, who is most likely not his biological sister, so he is just living in a state of confusion.

When it was getting dark, the Murong brothers began to get restless.

"Why so long?"

Feng Ling'er explained: "It always takes some time for a woman to go out and buy clothes and jewelry. Look at us, we can go fishing for a whole day and night."

The Murong brothers nodded.

But he still couldn't calm down, and said, "Ning Qing always comes back before dark."

"Could something happen?"

"No, I have to go look for it!"

Having said that, he went out.

Duan Yun and his companions knew that they could not stop this infatuated man, so they could only let him go.

It was completely dark and dinner was ready, but there was still no sign of Ning Qing and Zi Yu. Even the Murong brothers who had gone out to look for them had not returned.

Invisible pressure spread, and Duan Yun and the other two became a little restless.

Shen Ying said: "Could it be Mingyu Palace?"

Duan Yun stood up and said with a cold look in his eyes: "I'll go take a look."

"I am coming too!"

"Me too."

So, the three heroes of Yuzhu, who had stayed behind to cook, also left the villa, and headed towards Xiaochun Town in full force.

There are no stars or moon tonight, and Duan Yun became a little nervous as he walked on the road.

Just like when he first returned to the cellar of the villa and the Murong brothers didn't come out for a long time.

It was a false alarm then, but what about this time?

Could it be that someone really doesn't give him face?

(End of this chapter)