Chapter 948: A Drunken Life

If a person stays in the world for a long time, he can learn how to communicate with the dead.

The dead cannot speak, but they can still tell many things to the living.

Moreover, dead people are often more honest than living people...

At this moment, Song Wuqi was a dead man, and the people standing around his body were all living people.

These living people came to inspect the corpse after asking Alliance Leader Yuan for instructions.

There is no doubt about it...they are all experts in this field.

In just a few minutes, these people learned a lot from the dead body that was broken into two parts.

"If I remember correctly... Fifteen years ago, Song Wuqi was thirty-seven years old."

"Yes, he is thirty-seven years old."

"He practices concealed weapons."

"He only practices concealed weapons."

“Hidden weapon kung fu is easy to learn but difficult to master.”

"Hidden weapon kung fu is extremely difficult to find."

"For people who practice hidden weapon kung fu, after the age of forty, their external skills and realm will usually no longer improve."

"But now the fifty-two-year-old Song Wuqi's external skills are even better than before..."

"The same goes for internal strength..."

After seeing the corpse, those people started chatting in front of Alliance Leader Yuan.

Their conclusion was ready to come out - in the past fifteen years, Song Wuqi must have received guidance from experts, so he was able to elevate his martial arts to a new level at an age when his physical strength and energy had missed their peak.

Of course... Even if Song Wuqi changed from a quasi-first-class master to a first-class master, he still couldn't escape the fate of being killed instantly by Yuan Qi.

"Heroes!" After a while, Alliance Leader Yuan organized his words, used his inner strength, and spoke loudly to his comrades, "Everyone has seen it..." His tone was obviously inflammatory, "And Not to mention how many scum and beasts in martial arts the 'King of Hell' has sheltered over the years, let's talk about Song Wuqi in front of us... Fifteen years after he entered the valley, his martial arts has made great progress!"

That’s it. The crowd has begun to chatter.

"It seems like... this Heart Burial Valley is simply a place that hides filth and cultivates evil!" Yuan Qi has been the leader of the martial arts alliance for ten years. Based on his experience, there are certain things that must be said clearly; Because there are indeed many people who are so stupid that you won't understand unless you point them out. "Presumably the other scum who fled into the valley are the same as Song Wuqi... They have received the guidance of the 'King of Hell' and their skills have greatly increased. All heroes... …Don’t be careless!”

Speaking of this, naturally everyone can understand it.

"Thank you, Leader, for reminding me!"

"The alliance leader is far-sighted and I admire you!"

There were also many people who found every opportunity to flatter me after listening to it.

And the Hell Front group...

"Let's go." Feng Bujue suddenly made a suggestion.

"Eh? Aren't you going to follow them?" Huajian asked suspiciously, "There are so many free cannon fodder."

"These people are simply unreliable." Brother Jue shook his head and replied lazily, "They gathered here, some of them are for the 'immortality technique'. This is for 'profit'; and some of them are here for the purpose of this operation. To stand out is to gain fame." He paused, "Whether it is for fame or profit, in the final analysis, it is chasing passion, not faith. When a person is at a critical moment of life and death, faith may not be reliable, and passion is even more unreliable. Forget it… Simply put, if things start to go bad, being around these people… can be a source of worry.”

The teammates listened to his words and pondered for a moment.

After a few seconds. Ruoyu was the first to speak: "It makes sense...the alliance formed by these gangs is already very fragile. Every sect and everyone has selfish motives. Now they feel that the situation is favorable, so they follow the leader Yuan to show off their power, thinking They can get a piece of the pie later...and once the situation changes, these people will show their fox tail." She paused for half a second. Looking at Xiaotan and Hua, he indirectly said, "For example...several sects with relatively good relations may then join forces to frame some sects that are at odds with them, or use force to attack small sects that are weak... Let the other party be cannon fodder.”

"Uh..." Xiao Tan heard this. His expression changed slightly, "Isn't it a 'weak faction'... That must be the Po Jian Tea House..."

"What is Broken Sword Tea House?" Huajian asked doubtfully.

"Hehe... we are the Broken Sword Tea House." Feng Bujue replied with a smile.

"Huh?" Huajian was stunned for a moment, but she quickly thought of what Ruoyu said before... about being in this world before. She then said, "Oh...is this the identity you used when you came to this world last time?"

"That's right, I am the leader of the building, and you are all my disciples." Feng Bujue said, and raised his hand to gesture to Ruoyu, "This is the wife of the leader of the building."

"There is no need for settings like the hostess's wife now, right?" Ruoyu said.

Indeed, when they were in Cangling Town, Ruoyu acquiesced in order to cooperate with Feng Bujue in creating an excuse to kill people.

"Don't worry about details like that~" Feng Bujue spread his hands and responded with an expression that was enough to increase his base power level by ten percent.

"Okay, don't you want us to break away from the main force? Then lead the way quickly." Ruoyu didn't want to continue talking to him about this topic, so she brought the topic back, "You must have already thought about where to go. Did you make this suggestion?"

"Hmph... of course." Feng Bujue tilted his head and glanced at the woods to the left of everyone, "Song Wuqi should be from here."

The teammates all looked over there, only to see cluttered trees and no obvious path.

However, after a few seconds, Xiao Tan opened his eyes wide and said, "Oh! There are indeed traces left!"

"What are you yelling about!" Feng Bujue quickly stepped forward and covered his mouth, "Are you afraid that others won't notice us?"

To be honest...no one really paid attention to them. The big men in the world in front are either famous masters who travel alone in the world, or masters who are in charge of high-level sects. The followers they bring with them are also the disciples or confidants with the highest seniority and martial arts in the sect. It can be said... those gathered here today are all the best among their peers. How can such a group of people have the time to care about and pay attention to you little-known juniors? Only the devil knows where you came from as a small mountain sect... People are vying to show their faces in front of the alliance leader before it's too late to claim credit. You birdies can't stay where you are.

So...

After a short detour and observation, Feng Bujue and the others separated from the group of several hundred people without anyone noticing. They also left the road that ran through the valley and turned into the mountain forest.

…………

Like most masters who are good at using hidden weapons, Song Wuqi's Qinggong is not bad. In the complex terrain of mountains and forests. It is difficult to trace the traces he left behind. Although Yuan Qi can use his internal power to detect the opponent's real-time location, he cannot find out the route the opponent has taken previously.

But... this matter was easy for Feng Bujue and Wang Tanzhi.

One of them has a data perspective, and the other has eagle vision. For them, the more complex the terrain, the less difficult it is to track.

To make a long story short, after more than 20 minutes of trekking, the four people on the Hell Front finally walked out of the dense forest and arrived at a relatively wide mountain col.

By this time, the sun had completely set.

The light haze that has lost its exposure to sunlight presents a soft, cold color similar to moonlight.

This mist is cold and cold. Beautiful.

The players' hearts seemed to calm down as the colors around them changed.

"Has...disappeared...?"

Finally, beside a small river, the traces left by Song Wuqi disappeared, and Brother Jue immediately spat in displeasure.

"I don't think it matters." Huajian continued at this time, "There are people living in this valley all year round, and those people's lives must be inseparable from the water source. As long as we go upstream along the river, there should be a high probability of reaching the opening cg The mountain villa in.

"That's right." Ruoyu also agreed with her inference, "Maybe the disappearance of Song Wuqi's traces here is a hint... that he came along the river."

"It makes sense!" Xiao Tan also added. "Perhaps he has the kind of martial arts that can touch the water with a dragonfly, cross the river with a reed, and float all the way over."

After Feng Bujue heard this, he immediately looked at Xiao Tan with empty eyes and said, "This is why you can't be a detective."

"Eh?" Xiao Tan replied, "Why?"

"Because people with a little bit of reasoning ability. Before thinking about crossing the river with a reed, they will first consider...whether the other party came on a bamboo raft or a small boat." Feng Bujue's answer hit the nail on the head.

"That's not right." Xiao Tan asked again, "If Song Wuqi came by boat, then... where is the boat?"

"It was taken away by someone," Feng Bujue replied. "Who stipulates that Song Wuqi has to row down alone? Is it normal to have others on the boat?"

"Hmm..." Xiao Tan smiled awkwardly, "Hehe... that's right."

After complaining about his teammates, Brother Jue led the team up the river.

In this late autumn night. Moving forward in the humid fog, the players' hair, faces and clothes were naturally gradually covered with a layer of frost.

The moisture quickly turned into a hint of chill, making them more energetic.

Since the terrain by the river was relatively gentle, the four of them traveled much faster than in the forest, covering several kilometers in less than half an hour.

Then, a clear spring appeared in front of them.

It was a small pool surrounded by various strange rocks. The river passed through both ends of the stone pool. The terrain rose sharply upstream and gradually became gentle downstream.

At this moment, on the edge of the stone pool, there was a figure... standing alone.

It was a thin figure, wearing a white gown.

His left hand was placed behind his back, a fist was held on his waist, and his right hand... held a wine flask.

He silently looked at the stone pool in front of him, picking up the wine bottle and taking a sip from time to time.

There is only water in the stone pool, and there is no moon in the water. No one knew what he was looking at, and no one thought there was anything interesting to see here.

But... he has been standing here with great interest for a long time, and has no intention of leaving.

"Huh?" The man noticed the presence of the players when he was still a hundred meters away.

But it wasn't until Feng Bujue that they were within ten meters that he slowly turned his head and said, "This is really...encounters are everywhere in the world."

Brother Jue had already recognized him before the other party spoke, so now he calmly cupped his fists and said, "Feng, I have met Eunuch Cao."

That's right, the man standing by the stone pool drinking was none other than Cao Qin.

"More than ten years have passed since we said goodbye to the Forbidden City..." Cao Qin said, "The Master of Feng Lao is indeed a strange person in the world. He can remain anonymous in the world and not be heard from for decades... and every time he appears, Still the same youthful look.”

As he spoke, he turned around.

However, in the next second, Cao Qin's expression changed and he said softly "Huh?"

"Haha..." Feng Bujue smiled. He knew that the other party was confused when he saw that his teammates had not aged, so he explained, "Eunuch Cao guessed it right...I am from the Broken Sword Tea House lineage. The martial arts is indeed beneficial to longevity, so my disciples are like me..."

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Cao Qin interrupted: "Isn't your wife dead?"

"Uh..." Feng Bujue suddenly remembered that in the Forbidden City when he was dueling with Xu Huaishang, in order to increase his fashion points, he had indeed said the line "Bury my wife and I together", "...well this , in fact she is not dead.”

"Huh?" Cao Qin asked suspiciously, "Then that girl Xu Huaishang was obsessed with you even though she knew your wife was not dead?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole world... fell silent.

About five seconds later, all the live broadcast platforms were like oil cauldrons exploding, ushering in what was probably the most terrifying round of barrages in the history of game live broadcasts.

"Oh?" Ruoyu squinted over expressionlessly, casting a murderous gaze towards Brother Jue, "Is there still such a thing?"

"Yeah..." Huajian looked at him with some gloating, "...and there's this thing?"

"Eh?" Xiao Tan asked curiously, "Is there still such a thing?"

"No...that...actually..." Feng Bujue said hesitantly to Cao Qin, "She doesn't know she's not dead yet."

"Then why are you hiding it?" Cao Qin said, "If you tell that girl Xu...that your wife is not dead, maybe she won't come back to haunt you." When he said this, he seemed to suddenly think of something. , "Wait a minute... Could it be that you are playing hard to get? Are you deliberately not telling her that your wife is still alive?" He paused, "Or maybe... Miss Xu has already told you that she is willing to be a child? So you are doing the opposite. And do it?”

"Fuck..." Feng Bujue was shocked at that time. He cursed in his heart, "You damn eunuch, will you grow more organs if you don't say a few words? You are still such a gossip and a bitch at your age, and you have a good memory. I have to force myself... Is this going to kill me?"

"Well..." At this time, Ruoyu thought thoughtfully, "I seem to suddenly understand... why you call her Fourth Aunt Tai in the harem city."

In fact, she had probably guessed that this was just a misunderstanding by the NPC, but... the opportunity to tease Feng Bujue in public like this was really rare, and Ruoyu didn't want to miss it.

"That... Eunuch Cao..." Feng Bujue held it in for a long time and finally said, "...can we talk about something else? For example, the weather or something?"

"Weather?" Cao Qin was startled when he heard this, then looked up at the glowing thick fog above his head, then said "haha..." twice, raised his head and took a sip of wine. Then, he said in a tongue-in-cheek tone, "...I'm drunk too." (To be continued...)