Eternal Sword

Chapter 87 The Fat Old Man's Methods

If the Taoist priest Xu Tong stayed in Xuantian Temple, Chen Tang would have no chance to take action against him.

Now that he has come to the door himself, how could Chen Tang let him go back alive? He will be killed first!

The fat old man watched it from beginning to end, and after seeing Chen Tang's methods, he couldn't help but admire him secretly.

No matter who it is, when facing the alchemist of Xuantian Temple, they will eventually have some concerns.

Even when he faced some masters from Xuantian Temple, he had to be wary.

But Chen Tang killed this alchemist without any hesitation!

He hadn't met such a decisive and daring person for many years.

The last person who gave him this impression dates back to the previous dynasty.

"What are you going to do about it?"

The fat old man stepped out from the shadows.

"It's a little tricky."

Chen Tang's face was as gloomy as water.

Once the incident happens and it is found out that he was the one who killed the alchemist of Xuantian Temple, even the Qinglong Division will not be able to save him!

Chen Tang didn't know whether Xu Tong had told anyone about his whereabouts tonight.

Even if no one knew about it, it would be easy to trace Xu Tong back to them if he died or disappeared.

Moreover, who knows whether this mysterious magic has any strange tracking techniques.

Even the flying sword has come out, so he wouldn't be surprised by any mysterious technique that appears.

The fat old man asked, "You knew it was a difficult problem, but you still killed him?"

Chen Tang said, "If someone like this is targeting you, you can't hide away. Instead of living in fear every day, it's better to kill him first! For now, we can only prepare for the worst and leave Wu'an County."

It is possible that no one else knows Xu Tong's whereabouts tonight.

But Chen Tang couldn't gamble.

If you lose the bet, everything is over.

Of course, Chen Tang also knew it.

Escaping from Wu'an County is only a bad idea.

Once they leave here, they will soon be wanted.

From now on, they will have to live a life of escape, with their lives in danger at any time, not to mention looking for trouble with the young leader of the Black Water Gang and settling the grudges for their predecessor.

But at least we can take the initiative, so that we won't be forced to surrender suddenly one day when a knife is hanging over our necks.

The fat old man said calmly: "Don't worry about it, leave it to me."

Huh?
Chen Tang's eyes lit up.

He had long seen that the fat old man was very skilled and his rank could not be too low, but he didn't know what methods he had and how powerful he was.

After all, after the old man came to his house, apart from teaching him the gecko wall-climbing skill, he either ate or slept the rest of the time. He was completely in a state of retirement and never took any action.

Chen Tang was quite surprised that the fat old man took the initiative to take on this matter this time.

"I'm old and Zhiwei is still so young and has just settled down. We, an old man and a child, don't want to mess around with you."

The fat old man complained, as if he had found an excuse for himself.

Chen Tang asked, "Old man, how are you going to deal with this?"

The fat old man didn't like Chen Tang calling him senior. To him, it sounded more comfortable than calling him old man.

The fat old man said, "Don't worry about this, just go back and wait."

"Row."

Chen Tang didn't ask any more questions and smiled, "I'll wait for good news at the inn."

Chen Tang turned his gaze and looked at the ninth-rank disciple of Xuantian Temple who was lying next to him.

This person has just woken up, but is still pretending to be unconscious.

There are just some slight differences in the breathing rhythm and frequency when a person is in a coma or in a state of stress.

Chen Tang broke through the Niwan Palace. Even though he was not in the state of divine illumination, his perception was extremely sharp and extraordinary!
Just as he was about to take action, the fat old man had already walked up to the ninth-rank disciple of Xuantian Temple.

The tip of the toe seemed to accidentally touch the man's temple. With just such a light poke, the ninth-rank disciple's head tilted and he completely stopped breathing.

The fat old man bent down, picked up the sword box, put the flying sword in it, and prepared to put it into Xu Tong's arms and take it away.

"Let's keep this flying sword."

Seeing this, Chen Tang hurriedly spoke.

The shock he had just seen from the flying sword was no less than when his opponent suddenly pulled out a sniper rifle while wandering in the martial arts world...

The fat old man frowned and said, "What do you want this thing for? You can't practice it."

"If you can't practice, it's okay to keep it as a souvenir."

Chen Tang said: "Moreover, this flying sword is extremely sharp, and it is obviously a divine weapon. My newly bought good knife is vulnerable to this flying sword."

"Is this thing a magical weapon?"

The fat old man stretched out two chubby fingers, pinched the flying sword, lifted it gently, and suddenly clamped it hard.

Snapped!
The sword broke into two pieces.

The fat old man was very proud and said, "Your magic weapon is not even as good as two of my fingers!"

Chen Tang's face turned dark.

He was a little angry, and searched Xu Tong and the ninth-rank disciple's bodies for a while until he found two taels of silver, and then he felt relieved.

It's a pity that these two people went out to do bad things at night and didn't have any money on them.

……

Xuan Tian Guan.

The temple master Song Mu tossed and turned for an hour in the middle of the night before he fell asleep contentedly.

I don’t know how long it took, but Song Mu woke up slowly and felt something strange in his arms.

In a daze, he looked sideways.

I don’t know when Xu Tong came back. He was hiding in his quilt with only his head sticking out.

Xu Tong had a fair face, his profile nestled in his arms, his arms wrapped around his waist under the quilt, looking extremely well-behaved.

Song Mu felt it again.

"Hey, you sneaked onto my bed, thinking about it again?"

Song Mu gradually became stronger, holding his head high and chest out. In a moment, he was like an arrow on a string, ready to go!
"Come!"

Song Mu became more energetic and said with a smile: "Let's fight for another 300 rounds!"

As he spoke, Song Mu held up Xu Tong's face... The next moment, Song Mu's smile froze.

He really lifted up Xu Tong's face!
And there was only one face.

Looking at the huge head in his hand, Song Mu was completely shocked.

"what!!"

"what!!"

Before dawn, a shrill scream was heard from the top floor of Xuantian Tower, like the howling of ghosts and wolves.

“This seems to be the voice of the master?”

"What's going on? Is playing with Xu Tong so exciting?"

"Hey, who's playing who here?"

The disciples nearby ran over here and whispered to each other.

"what!!"

The screaming continued.

The disciples gradually realized that there was something wrong with the sound, and many people rushed into Xuantian Tower.

But when everyone reached the fourth floor of Xuantian Tower, they all stopped, stood at the stairs and looked up, not daring to go upstairs rashly.

The fifth floor is the most private residence of the temple owner.

Anyone who sets foot here without his permission will be punished by the rules of Xuantian Temple and will be punished to a degree worse than death!

Over the past year, only Xu Tong was allowed to come and go freely.

"Master, what happened up there?"

"Master, are you okay?"

Several disciples couldn't help but ask after hearing the miserable sound.

After a while, the screams from above gradually became quieter.

The fifth floor of Xuantian Tower returned to silence again.

Song Mu was slumped on the bed, with the quilt already lifted up. He looked at Xu Tong, whose head and body were separated on the bed, with a pale face.

After enduring the initial panic, he gradually calmed down, and an uncontrollable rage surged in his heart!

This is a provocation!
Killing Xu Tong is nothing, he will find the second and third Xu Tong.

But this person put a corpse on the bed, which was a provocation to him and a challenge to the dignity of Xuantian Dao!
But soon, Song Mu seemed to think of something, and the anger that had just risen was extinguished instantly.

Instead, a deep fear surged into his heart again, making him shudder!

No, that's not right.

This is not a provocation.

This is a warning!

If you can stuff a dead body into his bed silently, you can also take his life silently!

The gap is too big.

Even if he was at the eighth level of Qi Condensation, he would still be no match for this man.

Yes, that's a warning!
Perhaps at this moment, that person has not gone far.

Maybe this person is hiding near Xuantian Temple, secretly watching his every move.

Any extreme action on his part could lead to his own death!
Thinking of this, Song Mu couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Master, are you okay? Do you want us to go up and take a look?"

There was a lot of noise below, and then the voice of a disciple came up.

Song Mu coughed lightly and said, "It's okay here, you can go away."

Upon hearing this, the disciples below looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and dispersed.

"I'll tell you, the master of the temple has great powers, nothing can happen, it's just you guys who are making a fuss."

"Isn't there anything wrong yet? Didn't you hear that the temple master's voice was hoarse from shouting? What kind of situation is this?"

"Hehe, it's exciting just thinking about it."

Although the disciples retreated, they were still discussing the matter behind the scenes.

Song Mu listened to the footsteps of the disciples dispersing and Xuantian Tower returning to calm. He then stood up tremblingly and wanted to go to the side to relieve himself to ease the tension in his heart.

But after standing and trying for a long time, not a single drop came out.

Just as Song Mu turned his back to relieve himself, a vague black shadow passed by on the beam, opened the window, and flashed out.

There seemed to be a strange sound behind me.

Song Mu didn't dare to look back, he was so scared that he couldn't pee.

He pulled up his trousers tremblingly, plucked up his courage, took a deep breath, and turned around suddenly to look.

The room was empty, with nothing in it except a body with its head and body separated.

Song Mu couldn't sleep and didn't dare lie back in bed.

He opened the window and stood quietly in front of it for two hours, until dawn, then he called a few disciples to come up and clean the room.

When several disciples saw the tragic scene in the room, they trembled with fear.

But seeing the gloomy face of the master on the other side, no one dared to ask more questions. They just focused on their work and cleaned the room thoroughly.

The entire bed was moved out.

In the next few days, all kinds of gossip about that night spread rapidly among Xuantian’s audience disciples.

"Did you hear that on the night of the Lantern Festival, Xu Tong failed to serve the abbot well, and the abbot was so angry that he beheaded him!"

"You deserve it, good death!"

"I heard that it wasn't the case. It seems that the temple master and Xu Tong switched positions that night, and Xu Tong was too ruthless, causing the temple master to scream. In desperation, he killed him with a sword."

"Yes, yes, yes. I was in Xuantian Tower that night and heard it for real. The temple master yelled so hard that his voice became hoarse."

"Who would have thought that Xu Tong's vagina was red as purple the day before, and he started bleeding the next day. It's fate."

Song Mu also heard the rumors that were spreading around Xuantian Temple.

But it spread so widely that by the time he discovered it, it was already too late to stop it.

More importantly, Song Mu was not in the mood to care about what other people said.

Because ever since the fright that night, he found that he was no longer able to do it.

The kind that is totally unacceptable.

(End of this chapter)