The immortal black snake just wants to live simply

Qiu Bai, who had spent some time in the White Lotus Sect, naturally knew what this meant.This sword must be the sword that the Grandmaster carries with him and never unsheathes it.

Every time the White Lotus Sect goes to a wealthy family to "beg for alms," most of those sect members will mutter something like this when they snatch things.

It’s not that the White Lotus Sect really doesn’t steal or rob, they just claim that they don’t steal or rob, and they only pick on wealthy people.

As long as you have money and power, in the eyes of the White Lotus Sect's followers, you are destined to the Buddha.

"Take more but make up less, rob the rich and give to the poor", this is the behavior of the White Lotus Sect.

……

At the same time, maybe he knew that he was not good at lying, so Qiu Bai added another truth to cover up his unnaturalness.

"Also, with such swordsmanship, how long will it take to defeat him?"

The military attaché didn't have much doubt. Over the years, he understood the temperament of his senior sister. She really liked to get into trouble and was really eager to defeat Zhong Yue.

And he seemed to hate Zhong Yue, not even calling him teacher once.

"The "Martial Arts Code" dictated by the teacher does not have any relevant discussion about the 'impure sword intention'. This sentence should only be said to the senior sister."

The military attaché stroked his forehead and said a little helplessly:

"As for 'defeating the Grandmaster', I'm afraid there aren't many people in this world who have such thoughts."

"...You also laugh at me for not overestimating my abilities?"

Qiu Bai's tone was low, with a hint of sadness on his face, and he held the martial arts book in his hand tightly.

This isn't the first time she's been accused of overestimating her abilities.

But the military attaché did not notice at all. This senior sister who used to keep her mouth shut even if she was questioned, held back her energy, and worked hard, seemed a little frustrated at this moment.

The military attaché still said honestly:

"I'm just doing my job, following the teacher, and truthfully recording and commenting on martial arts in the world."

"Although my senior sister is above me in terms of martial arts and experience, I have a lot to learn. But those who write down things need to have a keen eye."

"There are visible records of the Grand Master stationed at the border for nearly a hundred years, but his appearance has not changed at all, and he always has this helpless expression on his face that he has seen everything in the world... Even if Senior Sister is a little slow sometimes, she should understand that the teacher is not an ordinary person. .”

"There are some extremely long-lived races in this land. Senior sister, you should have seen the "Martial Arts Code" written by the teacher as dictated by the teacher... We can at least see the shadow of almost more than half of Dayan's school in it."

"But even if the teacher has been stationed at the border for a hundred years, and the military affairs are heavy, he still doesn't have much time to visit those martial arts masters bit by bit."

"Besides, the "Martial Arts Code" is not a title given to the teacher, but a special official personally ordered by the imperial court, that is, me, to record everything the teacher said about martial arts. Record it, compile it into a book, and name it the Martial Code.”

"In addition, the teacher always avoids talking about his age. I personally prefer that nearly half of the martial arts schools in Dayan were born from the teacher... Of course, this is just my personal guess. Senior sister, please don't Talk to the teacher, otherwise the teacher will accuse me of looking down on the world's warriors."

The military attache laughed, trying to lighten the atmosphere and stop the senior sister from being too aggressive.

"But when you are always next to the teacher and look up to the teacher's unparalleled martial arts skills, how can you feel moved by some small hills?"

"Sister, I don't know why you are so obsessed with defeating the teacher, but sometimes you take a step back and the sky is brighter!"

After listening to the military attache's advice, Qiu Bai didn't say a word. He just silently flipped through the martial arts book. Keeping Zhongyue's comments on some sword moves firmly in his mind, he put the martial arts book on the table and turned around. leave.

Seeing Qiu Bai being so depressed, Military Attaché Lu was about to say some words of comfort, but he looked at Qiu Bai's retreating back, and finally just sighed and shook his head helplessly.

How can people practice "martial arts" better than "martial arts" itself?

Although my senior sister is extremely talented, she is by no means a rare talent that only happens once in a century. Her talent is not enough to overcome the precipitation of time.

Not to mention, the Grandmaster himself has never stood still in terms of martial arts.

'Trouble...'

The military attache lamented in his heart, but then he seemed to remember something, put the military recording book on the table back on the shelf, and hurriedly walked out of the door.

He remembered that since his teacher had given that special sword to whoever could reach the top of the Yumen Arena Rankings, Yumen had attracted countless people from all walks of life.

After all, in terms of martial arts, Zhongyue was not only the best master in Yumen, he was also the best master in Dayan.

Naturally, it attracted many martial arts masters who were unknown or had retired from the world.

A few days ago, a fortune teller singled out a group, and then a medical clerk dominated the list for three days in a row, and now he is having an inextricable fight with an old peasant woman.

This kind of fierce battle naturally requires him, the military attache.

He's not bloodthirsty, he just wants to do his job...yes, that's it!

Military Attaché Lu, who was strengthening his own mental construction, did not comfort Qiu Bai, because as Qiu Bai's junior brother who had been with him for many years, he did not think that his senior sister would be defeated by his few words.

Yes... Logically speaking, Qiu Bai would not be defeated by other people's words.

But what if someone, no, God interferes?

Qiu Bai put his right hand into his pocket.

She held the note hard, and at the same time, she dug her fingernails into her palm and drew blood, staining the note red.

No one noticed that a small piece of black mist emerged from the note in the palm of his hand, turned into a black worm, and penetrated into Qiu Bai's palm, making the fire of hatred that was almost extinguished burn even brighter!

"yes……"

Her eyes were dull and she muttered to herself:

"How can I beat him? Even if you give me another ten years or a hundred years, I'm afraid I won't be his opponent."

"...If that's the case, then why am I still hesitating?"

"From Jiang Qi to Yumen, how many dangers have I experienced, and how many times have my life hung by a thread? There are no corpses in the wilderness, nor have I become a villain like Shanhaizhong."

"What is it that sustains me?"

The black mist-like black snake covered Qiu Bai's red eyes, making up her mind for her and answering the question for her that she had yet to get the answer to.

"It's hatred!"

……

In the restaurant, looking at the White Lotus Saint who was blown away from the ring, and the scarred Huai Tianpei on the stage, Zhu Jiuyin stood up slowly...

Then he thought for a while and sat down again.

After all, Huaitian Pei had just been injured. If he went down by himself, he would be a bit suspicious of taking advantage of others.

It's better to let him take a breath in the ring...

"Fart! He obviously intends to let others further consume this film's physical strength!"

"Isn't the White Lotus Saint sent by us?"

"It's okay to lie to others, but don't lie to yourself."

Three completely different voices came from Zhu Jiuyin's mouth, and Zhu Jiuyin quickly covered his self-condemning mouth.

no way.

After all, among the black snakes, there are still a small number of black snakes who are more martial-minded.

Chapter 451: Hand over your father quickly!

[Shan Hai Zhong] is not a name that everyone knows.

And Yumen was not what it is now.

You can't blame anyone for being negligent. At that time, you only knew to be wary of foreign enemies, and you didn't know that there were enemies in the dark who wanted to harm Yumen.

Escorts, boxers, weapon craftsmen...these Yumen warriors often fought side by side with the defenders, and they were considered free to move around in Yumen City back then.Shanhaizhong took advantage of this.

There was a lack of defense in the city, and all responses were slow.Although they finally stopped Shan Hai Zhong's plan to destroy the city's core power source, they still suffered a lot of casualties.

After that, Ping Zhenhou began to restructure the management of the city.Yiyi affairs no longer rely on people from all walks of life, and there are many more restrictions on personnel movement.

Some of those who remain here have joined the army, while others have put away their swords and settled down to live the lives of ordinary people.Maybe the head chef of any inn was a famous swordsman back then.

20 years...is enough for a city to change its appearance several times.

And now, the Grandmaster who seems to be the only unchangeable one in Yumen City... is also leaving.

……

In a restaurant, the half-drunk drinkers heard the news that the Grand Master was about to step down, and they started talking about it.

For the people like them living in Yumen, the master who fought against the bandits and stationed at the border for hundreds of years was naturally special.

How much they respected and admired Zhongyue, so naturally they would be so reluctant to part with him when they heard the news that their grandmaster was about to step down.

A man with a red face and a thick waist put down the bowl in his hand, slapped his thigh hard, and shouted loudly:

"I said that we should send a hundred-meter-long scroll and have everyone in the city sign their names. Only such a farewell gift would be meaningful!"

The restaurant owner behind the counter laughed and cursed:

"Are you stupid? The master is leaving. How can you let him take such a big thing with him? It's just your intention anyway. Why don't you prepare more of our special delicacies to be practical?"

After hearing this, the guests at the other tables also became interested in talking about Zhong Yue.

"I said...how many years has that grandmaster guarded the Jade Gate?"

"I can't tell you exactly. I just know that when people of my father's generation were born, the Grandmaster was already here."

"Then he is already over 100 years old? No wonder he has to leave office. It must be because his body cannot bear it."

"But I heard from some people in the world that someone saw him just a while ago. He looked like an ordinary middle-aged man."

"That grandmaster is not a normal person?"

"I heard that there are some people in this world who have the ability to use magic to extend their lives. The Grandmaster probably does the same."

"No matter who he is, as long as we remember him as a great hero who protects Yumen City, everyone who lives here should remember his goodness."

"It's a pity that I've never heard that Grandmaster is ever married or has a son and a half daughters. General Zuo's son is obviously so old. It's really..."

Among the noisy drinkers, a woman sat alone at the table, quietly sipping scented tea.

This kind of scented tea is not on the menu of the restaurant, and the flowers floating on the tea surface are bright in color and very fresh. However, let alone the fact that Yumen, which is invaded by sand and dust all year round, cannot grow such flowers at all, and they are not even in season. superior.

But you can ignore the rotation of the seasons, the blooming and falling of flowers, and "cut out" the things you like from the time of their existence.

This is not the Warlock's superb Origin Stone skill, but just the instinct of the giant beast.

As natural and instinctive as breathing.

Such an out-of-place woman naturally attracted the attention of the drinkers. However, due to the cold look on her face, as well as the cold light on the bench and the unsheathed sword, she stopped trying to talk to her.

Yai sat at the wine table, waiting quietly for someone.

She had to admit that the threat of fragments that woke her up was indeed useful to her... That line of sight still fell on the agent's body, and it became more and more unscrupulous.

Yai didn't know how powerful the owner of her sight was, but she was still seriously injured and her end was approaching, so she didn't want to gamble.

Before the deadline came, she must see Sui, the fellow who betrayed her fellow race, and ask him for an answer... She must at least see Sui one last time.

She couldn't afford the gamble, so she had to compromise and try to get the sword.

……

outside the restaurant.

Zhong Yue held a letter in his hand and looked inside seriously.

The sword carrying [Shuo] has been stolen.

In order to avoid resonance with the self that he finally separated completely, Zhongyue rarely carried the sword with him. Most of the time, he kept the sword in the Grandmaster's Mansion, and Ping Chonghou also dispatched a patrol of a hundred people day and night. Keep guarding that sword.

But today, it was stolen.

Because of the complete separation, Zhongyue could not sense the specific location of the sword at all. Compared with his apprentice, the letter that appeared on his desk out of thin air was naturally more suspicious.

At that time, Zhongyue was reviewing the "Martial Arts Code" compiled by the military attache, but at that moment, a letter suddenly appeared in front of him, like a movie missing the corresponding number of frames, accompanied by a faint fragrance of peach blossoms.

And Zhongyue also came to this restaurant based on the content of the letter.

"Hey! Grandmaster, are you here too?"

Seeing Zhong Yue standing at the door and looking inward, the shopkeeper of the restaurant stepped forward to greet him warmly:

"Grandmaster, you don't know something. Everyone is very sad to hear the news that you are about to step down!"

"But we all can also understand that you are almost a hundred years old, so naturally you should take a rest... and enjoy peace and quiet."

"No, everyone is discussing how to send you off!"

The drinkers also shouted: