Chapter 1246 The Sword God Smiles (Part 2)

Linlu Town is a hundred miles away from Shanhaiguan.

This town is not big, and there is not even a government office in the town. If someone wants to file a lawsuit, they have to go to Funing, which is dozens of miles away, to file a lawsuit.

But this town is not as small as Cangling Town. At least there is more than one inn here, and there are many residents, shops and businessmen in the town.

A few months ago, no one could have imagined that this small border town would become the center of the entire martial arts world.

And now...

The brains of high-ranking sects, long-established strangers, and even worldly masters who have been hiding in the world for many years...have all gathered here.

Their purpose is the same, just for one thing - Sword Dance Notes.

Jianghu is a wonderful place.

Here, anyone can pursue something that does not belong to them, as long as they have the ability...

The so-called morality and justice are often just excuses to facilitate people's behavior.

The most important thing to gain a foothold in the world is strength.

Morality without the support of strength is bullshit.

Worse than bullshit.

Strong people all understand this truth, so they only show that shit when they need it.

Duan Keyi is also this kind of person.

Of course, in this incident, he did hold some truth.

According to his logic, it was only natural that he would seek revenge on the real murderer when his apprentice was killed. The "Sword Dance Chronicles" was stolen by the murderer from Jiang San, and it makes sense for him, Duan Ke, to snatch it back. As for how to distribute it after taking it back... Since there is no one left in the Jiang family, it makes sense for him, the master, to take over the sword manual.

In short, Duan Ke also insists on this theory. Even if it sounds a bit far-fetched, it is more reasonable than the thinking of "whoever gets it gets it."

Unfortunately, even Duan Keyi himself understands that Jianghu has never been a place of reason.

People who have nothing can get money, reputation, status, beauty...

People who have everything can lose everything here.

Does this make sense?

Even if there are, I am afraid that only one person in a million can understand this truth.

Therefore, Duan Keyi's little bit of truth is bullshit in the eyes of others.

Even if Jiang San comes back from the dead today, no one will admit that this sword manual is his, let alone you, Duan Keyi?

At the end of the day, this is always a game of "who gets it, who gets it".

So, among the people participating in this game, who are the most eye-catching or the most powerful?

As it stands, there are four of them.

The first person is Duan Keyi.

Jiang San is famous in the martial arts world for his "Hengjiang Sword", but Duan Keyi, the "master" who taught him martial arts, is not famous for his swordsmanship. From this point... we can already see the latter's vast knowledge of martial arts.

In fact, the identity of "Jiang San's mentor" is not important. The titles of "Dian Cang Sect Leader" and "Tan Yun Xia Ke" are important, because they symbolize strength.

In this era, the Diancang Sect is one of the most powerful and famous sects. It can be said to be outstanding in terms of the number and quality of its disciples, as well as its business and prestige in Taoism. It can be said that it is the "head" of this sect. The martial arts and palace of a man in this position are really hard to fathom.

On the basis of this "strength" and combined with the previous "reason", Duan Ke also deserves a place among the four.

Now, let’s talk about the second person...

Cotton Taoist.

Taoist priests often use vegetation as names, such as "stone, plum, bamboo, spring, stream", etc., to appear elegant and free from dust.

But the title "Mian Taoist"... is indeed a bit strange.

From this name, you can not only hear a lot of elegance, but also a bit of weakness.

However, this Taoist's martial arts were completely opposite to his Taoist name.

No one knows where Taoist Mian learned his martial arts, and no one knows which Taoist temple he was a monk in. What people know is that one day, a sword-wielding Taoist suddenly appeared on the rivers and lakes. He used A jet black dark iron heavy sword.

This sword is extremely dull, as if it doesn't even have a blade. But... countless masters have died under this blunt sword.

Traveling around the world so far, Mian Taoist has never failed.

It seems that... he can get what he wants, and what he wants to do can be done.

Then, there is the third person.

Cold as autumn.

This should be the most mysterious of the four.

He has no friends, although many people want to be his friends.

He also has no enemies, because those who become his enemies will soon disappear from this world.

He spoke very little, as if any more words he spoke would be a loss to him.

He has very few deeds because he is very low-key; and the most important manifestation of this "low-key" is... he rarely leaves anyone alive under his command.

A truly powerful murderer is not the kind of person who scares you when you hear his name; he is the kind of person who clearly has a lot of blood debt, but when he stands in front of you, you still know nothing about him.

Leng Yuqiu is this kind of person.

Although he eventually became a famous character in the world, what was different from others was that in the entire martial arts world, no one...or "living person" had ever seen his martial arts.

People can only look at his sword, which seems to have never been unsheathed, and imagine how many dead souls there have been under this sword, and the process by which these people were taken away from their lives.

It's just "imagination", because "testing" may make you become one of those dead souls...

Then... finally, let's talk about the remaining one of the four...

Wang Qiong.

This person is not a martial artist, but a businessman.

Unfortunately, he does not have a name like "Qian Baiwan" like many businessmen in literary works.

Of course, Wang Qiong is not his real name.

As a person who has been begging on the streets since he can remember, the names he has been called most often since he was a child should be "little beggar" or "stinky beggar". As for what his parents called him, he may have to wait until he meets them in the underworld to ask.

In short, the two words "Wang Qiong" were given by himself, and he hoped that this name could always remind himself of the taste of poverty.

Because he knew... Only those who have been poor can truly understand the value of money.

A born rich person and a person who became rich after living in poverty for half a lifetime have different understandings of money. It's like a person who is born healthy and a person who is born lame and is miraculously cured decades later... have completely different views on walking.

Wang Qiong... naturally belongs to the latter.

He used to be poorer than anyone else, so poor that he had to steal dog food from other people's yards and hide in pig sty for warmth; but now he is richer than anyone else, so rich that he doesn't know how long it will take to spend all his money, and rich enough to buy anything...

Unlike the three mentioned above, Wang Qiong should be the safest competitor in this "game"; because he has no need to risk his life... He can wait, wait until the very end, and use the most powerful and unique weapon in his hand - money, to obtain the final victory.

In fact, more than half of the people who gathered in Linlu Town this time are equivalent to working for Wang Qiong...

These people are not very interested in the sword manual. Their idea is: what is the purpose of practicing martial arts and mixing in the world? Isn't it just to want fame and fortune? After selling the sword manual to Wang Qiong, he got a sum of money that he could not spend in his lifetime. Isn't it equivalent to bypassing the complicated and dangerous process and directly reaching the ultimate goal?

So, Wang Qiong, who does not belong to the martial arts world at all, is the one with the greatest chance of winning among the four people... It must be said that this is a kind of irony.

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

The lobby of "Ke Lai Xuan" was very lively.

In addition to those guests who wanted tea and ordered food, there was a large group of people coming in and out, coming and going... I don't know what they were busy with.

This scene, on weekdays, only appears in the morning.

In a border town like this, the most people are business travelers; when it was dawn, those guests who were in a hurry to travel got up. All kinds of people scrambled for tea and water, and rushed to harness their mules and horses to the car; during that time, the shop assistants wanted to lift both feet and use them as hands. It was the most chaotic time of the day.

However, since the news that "Jianwu Caoji" would appear in Linlu Town on New Year's Eve spread, almost every inn in this town has been busy from morning to night in this state.

The innkeepers were also mixed with joy and worry. They were happy that they would make a fortune every day, but they were worried... because they were afraid that the guests would cause trouble.

"Ah——"

Just then, on the afternoon of the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, a scream became the first drop of boiling oil that exploded in this pot of muddy water.

At the same time as the scream, there was a sound of wooden windows breaking and people falling from a high place to the ground.

Soon, there was a corpse on the street in front of Kelaixuan.

The pedestrians on the street quickly gathered in a circle, watching from a certain distance, talking about something.

Among the guests in the lobby... some ran out to see immediately; some sat in their original positions, as steady as a rock, as if nothing happened outside; and some stood up at the first moment, but sat down again after thinking for a moment.

"The one who fell should be Ma Da Huzi." Not long after, a square-faced man sitting at a square table facing the door said so.

"Yes." An old man sitting next to him continued, "The broken window is in Ma Da Huzi's room."

The square-faced man said: "Ma Da Huzi's martial arts are not weak."

"Not weak." The old man said: "Just based on the 'Double-Shaped Death Palm', he can also be ranked as a first-class master."

The square-faced man said: "But he is dead now."

The old man nodded: "It seems that he is dead."

The square-faced man said: "A person who is good at using palms was hit backwards like this and fell to his death through a broken window. What does it mean?"

The old man smiled: "It means that there is someone in that guest room who is better at using palms than him."

The square-faced man Said: "There are not many people like that."

The old man said: "Not many."

The square-faced man said: "The leader of Dian Cang Sect, Duan Ke, is also one."

The old man echoed: "Well... with the internal strength of the leader Duan, he only needs to use force to defeat the cleverness, and he can defeat that big bearded Ma."

The square-faced man said again: "The leader of the Crazy Tiger Gang, 'Tiger-faced Arhat' Tu Ji... is also one."

The old man said: "Arhat Fighting Tiger Palm is indeed better than the Double-Shaped Death Palm."

The square-faced man said again: "The leader of the Beggar Gang, Luo Can, is naturally one of them."

The old man said: "Since the leader Luo has mastered the long-lost Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms... he must be one of them."

At this point, the square-faced man shrugged and smiled: "Uncle Liu, who do you think... killed Ma Dabeard?"

Uncle Liu replied: "The young master is smart and must already have the answer in his heart. In my humble opinion... I might as well not tell you."

"Haha..." The square-faced man laughed again, "Uncle Liu is joking, my 'eyesight' is not half as good as yours. Just based on the quick glance when the bearded horse fell... maybe I was wrong. Woolen cloth."

Uncle Liu was complimented by this "young master", but he didn't show any joy: "Even if it was just a glance, the young master must have seen that... the murderer deliberately concealed his true identity by 'controlling the enemy', right? "

The smile on the young master's face grew wider: "That's a man who uses a sword."

Liu Bo said: "Yes."

The young master said: "Among those who use swords, there are not many who can kill Ma Dabeard with his palm skills."

Liu Bodao: "There is only one person who meets this condition and happens to live in this inn..."

Just as the conversation between the two was progressing, a man and a woman were seen on the other side of the door, bypassing the crowd and walking into the store.

The man looked to be in his early twenties, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome appearance, and a long sword on his back; the girl next to him was about the same age and had a very iconic appearance, with a cute and cute face. face.

The old gangsters sitting in the lobby of the hotel all had venomous eyes. With just one glance, they could deduce that...these two people were either lovers, brothers and sisters, or very close senior fellow apprentices.

Although the man and woman did not make any intimate gestures, the distance they kept between them, the frequency of their walks, and the tacit understanding shown in their gestures were enough to show that their relationship was quite close.

"Shopkeeper, are there any guest rooms?" The young man walked to the counter in a few steps, faced the shopkeeper, and asked.

The shopkeeper's reaction was also very quick. His attention instantly shifted back from the dead body outside the door, and he replied almost instinctively: "Uh... Sir, recently... the guest room in the shop has been a bit... nervous……"

"I understand." The young man knew what the shopkeeper meant, "We only need one room, and the price... you pay according to the 'current price'."

"Hey~ Okay." The shopkeeper of Ke Laixuan is very greedy for money and very courageous. Therefore, even if there is no explanation for the life of the person outside the door, he immediately narrowed his eyes after hearing the young man's words. Eyes smiled.

He just smiled and took out the accounting book, picked up the brush and started writing. While writing, he asked: "This young hero, please leave your name."

The young man replied in a very calm tone: "Huangfu Mingkang." (To be continued.)