Chapter 1324

Chapter 1324: The smile of the sword God (2)

Translator: 549690339 

Linji town, a hundred miles away from Shanhai Pass.

This town wasn’t big, and there wasn’t even a Yamen in the town. If someone wanted to file a lawsuit, they would have to go to Funing, which was dozens of miles away, to report it to the officials.

However, this town was not as small as Chang Ling town. At least there was more than one Inn here, and there were many residents, shops, and merchants in the town.

A few months ago, no one would have thought that this medium-sized border town would become the center of the entire martial arts world.

And now …

The heads of the prestigious sects, famous people with special abilities, and even reclusive experts … Had all gathered here.

They had the same goal, which was to obtain the sword dance grass record.

The martial world was a wonderful place.

In this place, anyone could pursue things that didn’t belong to them, as long as they had the ability …

The so-called morality and justice were often just excuses for people to do things.

To gain a foothold in the pugilistic world, strength was the most important factor.

Morality without the support of strength was bullshit.

It was worse than dog shit.

People with strength all understood this principle, so they would only let out that dog fart when they needed it.

Duan Keyi was also such a person.

Of course, in this incident, he did have some reason.

According to his logic, it was only logical for him to seek revenge on the murderer when his disciple’s family was killed. The murderer had snatched the sword dance grass from Jiang San, so it was reasonable for Duan ke to snatch it back. As for how to distribute it after snatching it back … Since there was no one left in the Jiang family, it was reasonable for him, as the master, to take over the sword manual.

In short, Duan ke was very insistent on this theory. Even if it sounded a little far-fetched, it was more reasonable than the “whoever gets it” mindset.

Unfortunately, even Duan Keyi himself knew that the martial world was never a reasonable place.

A person who had nothing could obtain money, reputation, status, and beauty here …

People who had everything could also lose everything here.

Did this make sense?

Even if there were, it was probably one in ten thousand who could understand this principle.

Therefore, Duan Keyi’s reasoning was nothing but bullsh * t in the eyes of others.

Even if Jiang San came back to life today, no one would admit that this sword manual was his, let alone you, Duan Keyi.

At the end of the day, this had always been a game of “whoever gets it first”

Then, among the people who came to participate in this game, who was the most eye-catching, or perhaps the most powerful?

Currently, there were four people.

The first person was Duan Keyi.

Jiang San was famous for his river crossing sword, but Duan Keyi, his master, was not famous for his swordsmanship. From this point, it could be seen that Duan Keyi was very knowledgeable in martial arts.

In fact, the identity of “Jiang san’s teacher” was not important. The titles of “sect leader of Dian Cang” and “cloud Explorer” were more important, because they symbolized strength.

In this era, Dian Cang sect was one of the most powerful Orthodox sects. Whether it was the number of disciples, quality, or business and prestige, they could all be said to be outstanding. To be able to hold the position of the sect leader, the man’s martial arts and shrewdness … Were truly hard to fathom.

On the basis of this “strength” and the “truth” from before, Duan ke would naturally occupy a place among the four.

And then, the second person …

Daoist Mian.

Daoist priests were mostly named after plants, such as “stone, plum, bamboo, spring, stream” and so on, to appear elegant and otherworldly.

However, the title ‘Daoist Mian’… Was indeed a little weird.

From this title, not only do you not hear much elegance, but you can also hear a sense of weakness.

However, Daoist Mian’s martial arts was the complete opposite of his Daoist name.

No one knew where Daoist Mian had learned his martial arts, and no one knew which Daoist temple he had come from. What people knew was that one day, a Daoist who used a sword suddenly appeared in Jianghu. He used a black heavy sword made of black iron.

The sword was extremely blunt, as if it had not even cut through the blade. But … Countless experts had died under this blunt sword.

Daoist Mian had never been defeated since he walked the pugilistic world.

It was as if … He could get what he wanted and do what he wanted.

Then, it was the third person.

It was Leng yuqiu.

He should be the most mysterious one among the four.

He had no friends, even though many people wanted to be his friends.

He had no enemies, because those who became his enemies would soon disappear from this world.

He spoke very little, as if saying one more word would be a loss to him.

There were also very few achievements about him because he kept a low profile. And the main embodiment of this “low profile” was that … He rarely left any of his subordinates alive.

A truly powerful murderer wasn’t the kind of person whose name would make you tremble in fear. Instead, he was the kind of person who had a blood debt, but when he stood in front of you, you still knew nothing about him.

Leng yuqiu was such a person.

Although he had become a famous figure in the pugilistic world, the difference between him and the others was that no one in the entire pugilistic world … Or rather, no “living person” had ever seen his martial arts.

People could only look at his sword, which seemed to have never been unsheathed, and imagine how many dead souls had been under this sword, and how these people’s lives had been taken.

‘It’s just ‘imagination’, because ‘probing’ might make you one of those dead souls …’

Then … Finally, let’s talk about the last person of the four …

Wang Qiong.

This person was not a martial arts practitioner, but a businessman.

It was a pity that he did not have a name like “a million Yuan” like many businessmen in literature.

Of course, Wang Qiong was not his real name.

As a beggar on the street for as long as he could remember, the name he was most often called by since he was young was “little beggar” or “stinky beggar.” As for what his parents called him, he might have to wait until he met them in the underworld to ask.

In short, the name “Wang Qiong” was given to him by himself. He hoped that this name would always remind him of the taste of poverty.

Because he knew … That only those who had been poor before would truly understand the value of money.

A born rich person and a person who became rich after being poor for half of his life had different understandings of money. It was like a person who was born healthy and a person who was born crippled but was miraculously cured decades later … They had absolutely different views on walking.

Wang Qiong … Naturally belonged to the latter.

He used to be poorer than anyone else, so poor that he snatched the dog food from other people’s courtyards, so poor that he hid in the pigsty to keep warm; And now, he was richer than anyone else. He was so rich that he didn’t know how long it would take to spend all his money. He was so rich that he could buy anything.

Unlike the other three, Wang Qiong was probably the safest competitor in the game. Because he had no need to risk his life … He could wait, wait until the end, and use the most powerful and unique weapon in his hand to collect money and obtain the final victory.

In fact, more than half of the people who had gathered in linye town this time were basically going to risk their lives for Wang Qiong …

These people did not have much interest in the sword manual. What was the point of practicing martial arts and mingling in the martial world? Didn’t he just want fame and fortune? After selling the manual to Wang Qiong, he would receive a sum of money that he would never be able to finish spending in his lifetime. Wasn’t that the same as bypassing the complicated and dangerous process and directly reaching his ultimate goal?

Therefore, Wang Qiong, who did not belong to the pugilistic world at all, was the one with the greatest chance of winning among the four … It had to be said that this was a kind of irony.

…………

At noon, the sun was shining brightly, but the snow on the ground had not melted.

The main hall of ke Lai Xuan was bustling with activity.

Other than those who wanted tea and ordered food, there was also a large group of people coming and going … Who knew what they were doing.

Such a scene would only appear in the morning.

Most of the people who came to border towns like this were business travelers. At the first glimmer of dawn, the guests who were in a hurry to get on their way all woke up. All kinds of people were fighting for tea and water, and fighting to put their Fuma on the carriage; At that time, the waiters in the shop wanted to lift their feet and use them as hands. It was the most chaotic time of the day.

However, ever since the news that “sword dance grass record” would appear in Lin Jin town on New Year’s Eve spread out, almost every Inn in the town was busy from morning to night.

The shopkeepers of the inn were also half happy and half sad. They were happy because they were making a lot of money every day, but they were worried … That the guests would cause trouble.

“Ah, Yingluo.”

On the afternoon of the 29th day of the 12th lunar month, a scream became the first drop of boiling oil in the pot of muddy water.

At the same time as the screams, there was the sound of a broken wooden window and a person falling to the ground from a high place.

Soon, there was a corpse on the street in front of ke Lai Xuan.

The pedestrians on the street quickly gathered in a circle, keeping a certain distance and watching, talking at once.

Some of the guests in the lobby immediately ran out to take a look. Some were sitting in their original positions, as steady as Mount Tai, as if nothing had happened outside; There were also some who stood up immediately, but after thinking for a moment, they sat back down.

“It should be beard MA.” Not long after, a square-faced man sitting at a square table, facing the door, said.

“Yes.” An old man sitting next to him continued,”the broken window. It’s from beard Ma’s room.”

“Beard Ma’s martial arts are not weak,” the square-faced man said.

“Not weak.” “With just that ‘double fatal palms’, he can be ranked as a first-class expert,” the old man said.

“But he’s dead now,” the square-faced man said.

The old man nodded,”seems like he’s dead ..”

“What does it mean for a person who is good at using palms to be sent flying backward like this and fall to his death through a broken window?” the square-faced man asked.

“It means that there’s someone in that guest room who’s better at using palms than him,” the old man said with a smile.

“There aren’t many of them,” the square-faced man replied.

“Not many,” the old man replied.

“Duan ke, the sect leader of Dian Cang, is one of them,” the square-faced man said.

“Hmm …” The old man agreed.”With sect leader Duan’s internal energy, you can defeat beard MA with brute force.”

The square-faced man continued,”the leader of the Mad Tiger Gang,’Tiger-faced Arhat’ tu Ji … Is also one of them.”

“Arhat’s Fighting Tiger Palm is indeed better than the double fatal palms,”the old man said.

“The leader of the beggar’s sect, Luo can, naturally counts as one as well,” the square-faced man added.

“Since master Luo has already mastered the long-lost Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he should definitely be counted in,” the old man said.

The square-faced man shrugged and smiled.”Uncle Liu, who do you think killed beard MA?”

Uncle Liu replied,”young master is smart. I’m sure you already have the answer in your heart. This old man’s opinion … It’s fine if I don’t say it.”

“Hehe …” The square-faced man laughed again.”Uncle Liu, you must be joking. My ‘eyesight’ is not even half as good as yours. Just based on that quick glance when beard MA fell … I might have made a mistake.”

Uncle Liu was flattered by this ‘young master’, but he did not show any joy.””Even if it’s just a glance, young master, you must have already seen that … The murderer deliberately ‘suppressed the enemy with his palm’ to hide his true identity, right?”

“He’s a swordsman. “The young master’s smile grew wider.

“Yes,” uncle Liu said.

“Among those who use swords, there are not many who can kill beard MA with palm techniques,” the young master said.

“There’s only one person who meets this condition and just happens to be staying in this Inn …”Uncle Liu said.

Just as the two of them were talking, a man and a woman walked into the shop from the gate, bypassing the crowd.

The man looked like he was in his early twenties. He had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. The girl beside him was about the same age as him, and was also very beautiful, with a lovely face that made people feel tender and lovely.

The experienced people sitting in the lobby of the inn all had sharp eyes. With just one look, they could infer that these two were either a couple, brother and sister, or very close senior and junior.

Although the man and woman did not make any intimate moves, the distance between them, the frequency of their walking, and the tacit understanding between their movements were enough to show that they were quite close.

“Shopkeeper, do you still have a guest room?” The young man walked to the counter and asked the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper reacted quickly. His attention instantly shifted from the dead body outside the door and he replied almost instinctively,””Uh … This customer, recently … The guest rooms in this small shop have been a little tight …”

“I understand.” The young man knew what the shopkeeper meant.”We only need one room. As for the price … You can set it at the ‘current price’.”

“Oh, okay.” The shopkeeper of ke Lai Xuan was very greedy and had a lot of courage. Therefore, even though there was no explanation for the life outside the door, he immediately narrowed his small eyes and smiled when he heard the young man’s words.

He smiled and took out the ledger. He picked up a brush and started writing. As he wrote, he asked,””Young hero, please leave your name.”

The young man replied in a very calm tone,””Huangfu mingkang,”