Wu Sansheng was leaning on the desk and squinting at the official documents. The light next to him made half of his face warm and rosy. He is fifty-five years old this year, which makes him a bit old. Three years ago, he joked that he was in his prime, but in the blink of an eye,
Wrinkles and dark spots have climbed up to the corners of his eyes, and his head is covered with frost and snow, just like an old man. But his eyes are very bright, and his chin is also very pointed, as sharp as a knife, making him look more than an ordinary old man.
A little more capable and neat.
"Brother Peng, why did you leave first!" He admired and feared Peng Zhen in his heart, "Who can clean up such a mess? The whole beggar gang wants to avenge you, but you don't do anything.
There are no clues left, what do you want me to do!"
Wu Sansheng felt sad and angry in his heart, and when he grabbed his head with his hand, he found a small strand of white hair.
A Beggar Clan disciple walked in quickly and said hurriedly: "Hall Master, we found the pattern of Youqi on the outskirts of the city."
"Where?" Wu Sansheng asked.
The disciple replied: "The Earth Temple on the outskirts of the city."
"Okay, I'll call you guys and go to the Earth Temple with me!" Wu Sansheng said this, picked up the mourning stick on the side and followed his men out.
Suburban land temple.
The portrait of the thin-faced man was posted next to the gate of the Earth Temple. There were three or two scattered footprints under the portrait, each with a pattern of a young unicorn.
Wu Sansheng led his six masters and more than ten personal guards to the Tutu Temple. He lowered his head and looked at the footprints and then at the portraits on the wall.
"Is anyone inside?" Wu Sansheng asked.
The disciple cupped his hands and said, "It's right inside. It's been half an hour since I went in, but I haven't seen him come out."
Wu Sansheng nodded, and ordered two of his men to follow him towards the front door. The others were scattered around the left and right doors and the back door, hoping to catch turtles in an urn.
The earth temple is not big, and the vermilion door has faded due to wind and rain. After entering the door, a neat line of bricks and stones leads from the door to the main hall. There is also a loquat tree on the left hand side of the brick road, which is like a canopy.
The wind made a rustling sound, and leaves fell to the ground.
Wu Sansheng and the others' waist strength sank, and their steps were even more cautious. They had all seen the hidden skill of "sprinkling money all over the sky", and they did not dare to take it lightly. Wu Sansheng winked at the two people behind him, and they touched each other.
Draw out your weapons and scatter them to the left and right.
There were only ten steps away from the main hall, but a male voice suddenly came from inside the hall: "Elder Wu, it's windy and frosty outside, please come in."
Wu Sansheng was stunned for a moment. He felt that the male voice was very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was. He could only answer: "Which friend is it?"
"Elder Wu, come in and talk." The male voice said again.
Wu Sansheng looked at the dark temple in front of him, clenched the mourning stick in his hand, shook his head at the two people next to him, motioned for them to stay where they were, and then entered the hall alone. Just as Wu Sansheng entered the hall.
In an instant, a sudden burst of energy closed the door tightly.
There were neither lights nor moonlight in the hall. There seemed to be a sinister wind wandering in the darkness, bringing with it an inexplicable but small sound.
"Who is it? Show your identity quickly and stop pretending." Wu Sansheng held a mourning stick in front of his chest and had already set up a battle formation.
"Elder Wu has no ghosts in his heart, so why do you think he is just pretending to be a ghost?"
Wu Sansheng spit out his luck, and blurted out a funeral door nail, looking for the sound. There was only a crisp sound of "bang", sparks flashed in the darkness, and a figure appeared in the darkness for a moment amid the splash of fireworks.
The shadow appears and the stick comes out.
Wu Sansheng stood a little below his feet, and used the "Thunderbolt Eighteen Sticks" directly with the mourning stick in his hand, either clicking, sweeping, thrusting, or hammering, constantly calling to the black figure. He had accumulated decades of hard work on this mourning stick.
, the stick has many shadows and can be splashed freely. It has both spear moves and sword power. The most amazing thing is that it also incorporates acupuncture techniques. As long as it is swept away by his stick, it will either die or be disabled. Even if the body is not disabled, it will be numb.
A few hours ago.
But the black figure was like a ghost, and whenever the mourning stick was about to kill him, he could always get out of the way first. Wu Sansheng saw that the black figure was too fast, so his feet changed, and he took up seven-star steps, moving left and right.
Suddenly advancing and retreating, the stick flower danced narrower and narrower without stopping, directly blocking the path of the black shadow's advance and retreat. His move is called "stick hitting seven stars", which is a blend of footwork and stick skills.
, can block people's advance and retreat, and prevent the opponent from retreating.
"Elder Wu is getting more and more familiar with beating the Seven Stars with his stick!" said the black shadow.
Wu Sansheng's heart sank when he heard what the man said. Beating the Seven Stars with a stick was his secret skill. Not to mention that not many people in the Beggar Clan knew about it: "Who are you? Are you a disciple of my Beggar Clan? What if you were me?
Why did the disciples of the gang rebel against the gang?" His three questions were full of energy, and they echoed in the hall like thunder in the empty valley.
"Elder Wu still hasn't heard who I am?" The man laughed, took three steps forward, and was stepping into the gap of the Seven Star Steps of Wu San Province. He occupied the position in the middle palace and drew his sword almost in an instant.
between.
Wu Sansheng saw a flash of sword light erupting from his chest. He flipped his wrist and held the mourning stick against his chest, barely able to block the sword. Although he failed in this move, he changed his move again. He stepped behind his foot and flipped over.
Use your hands as palms, and press the chin of the black shadow from bottom to top.
The black shadow was trying to dodge backwards, but after all, Wu Sansheng had decades of experience and had anticipated this move. Then he stepped forward and hit his elbow. In an instant, his elbow hit the black shadow's chest directly. The black shadow was affected by this.
With one blow, his feet retreated, and he couldn't help but gasp for breath.
"Who are you?" Wu Sansheng asked while pursuing him, not giving him any chance to breathe.
The black figure suddenly burst out laughing wildly: "Uncle Wu, I've been talking to you for so long, and you still don't know who I am? I really am nothing in this beggar gang."
Wu Sansheng's heart trembled when he heard the man call him "Uncle Wu". When the disciples outside the hall heard the wild laughter in the hall, they knocked on the door one after another and wanted to enter the hall.
"Don't come in. No one of you is allowed to come in without my order." Wu Sansheng stopped his men and whispered, "Is it you? Why did you do this?"
The black figure smiled: "Why? To be a human being, to be a person who is respected by others."
Wu Sansheng frowned, his face full of confusion: "You are Peng Zhen's son, who in this beggar gang..."
"Don't mention him!" Before Wu Sansheng could finish what he said, Peng Youren shouted loudly, and the light of his sword rose sharply, horizontally, vertically, horizontally, vertically, horizontally and vertically, and in a blink of an eye, there were nine horizontal and nine vertical directions, it was the Five Tigers
Sixty-six moves in the Door-Breaking Sword - Nine Passes of Tiger and Leopard.
Nine horizontal and nine vertical sword lights flashed, and Wu Sansheng felt dazzled. He didn't want to parry, and threw the mourning stick in his hand, which merged into the light and blood shadow of the sword. Before he fell down, an image of Peng Youren's childhood suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
With an innocent look on his face at that time, he saw that he had broken free from Peng Zhen's rough hands, called "Master" with honey in his mouth, and broke into his arms.
"Youren, look back..."
When Wu Sansheng's men entered the hall, only Wu Sansheng's body and a human skin mask exactly like the portrait were left in the hall.
The lonely moon, the dead tree, and a solitary jackdaw hanging on the branch.
Peng Youren covered his chest, leaned against the tree trunk, and slowly sat on the ground like a puddle of mud. He looked at the moon, his eyes were empty, and tears gathered in his eyes like a piece of reflective fish scales. What was he thinking about? It was unknown.
Why is he crying? Whether it is regret or annoyance is unknown.
The only thing I know is that he cried.
"Do you regret it?" A man clasped his hands and suddenly appeared behind him.
Peng Youren smiled, with tears still in his eyes: "Regret? Men never regret, I can take on anything."
"Amitabha." The man held the beads and bowed his head and said, "I will chant sutras for him and send him to the Western Paradise. What we have to do is to create the world. The world is empty. Human feelings are just attachments. Only by letting go can we let go.
bonds of this world."
Peng Youren nodded, coughed, and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"You are injured, I will heal your injury." The man sat cross-legged and poured his true energy into Peng Youren's body.
Peng Youren glanced out of the corner of his eye and asked, "What should we do next?"
"Wait until Luo Lie arrives in Jiangzhou."
"What happens next?" Peng Youren asked next.
"Yan Zhuo." The man said, "The man from Yan Zhuo looks very interesting. His martial arts is not weak. Let's see if we can win him over to our side. If he joins, the new world may come faster.
.”
"Is the new world you mentioned true?" Peng Youren asked.
"You doubt me?" the man said calmly, "As long as you follow my words, the new world is real. In the new world, there will be neither dynasties nor rivers and lakes in Kyushu. There will be no emperors or powerful emperors in the world. People will earn their own living and live and work in peace and contentment.
Equality, in the new world people can become real people."
Peng Youren nodded and said, "I hope so."
"It must be so," the man said, "When your injury is better, I will teach you the eighth level of the "Yi Jin Jing". If you master it, you can become a top master in the world."
"Are you really a monk from Shaolin Temple?" Peng Youren asked.
"It's true." The man said, "I told you that my name, Suo Wu, is the direct disciple of the abbot of Shaolin Temple."
"Since you are a disciple of the abbot of Shaolin Temple, why did you rebel against the temple? Buddhism cannot save the public?" Peng Youren asked.
"Shaolin Temple is a Buddhist temple, but it is not a Buddha. Shaolin can't save the world, but that doesn't mean that I, the Buddha, can't save the world." Suowu said, "Shaolin has been entangled in the distinction between orthodoxy and secularity for too long. Buddhism has been broken. Shaolin can't save the common people but me.
save."
Peng Youren nodded and said: "I also hope that your new world can come soon. I have seen enough of such big countries and sects. Only if they all disappear, Kyushu will be better."
"Let us work hard for the new world together. For this new world we need more brothers and sisters. We must develop faster." Suo Wu looked excited and his eyes were full of longing.
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Omi Castle.
The news of Wu Sansheng's death and the human skin mask have been sent to Qiao Zhenyue's ears and eyes.
Qiao Zhenyue grabbed the human skin mask, and veins popped out on the back of his hand. In just a few days, the Beggar Clan had lost two generals in a row. This was a huge blow to both the Beggar Clan and Qiao Zhenyue. A giant palm
He slapped the table hard and made a clear palm print: "Continue to check, all the hidden sentries in Omi City are activated, even if you dig three feet into the ground, I will catch the murderer! Everyone with the Youqi pattern
Can’t let it go.”
"Yes!" The Beggar Clan disciples were ordered to retreat.
Yan Zhuo walked up to Qiao Zhenyue and said, "Brother Qiao, can I take a look at Elder Wu's body and mask? Maybe we can find clues on the body and mask."
Qiao Zhenyue handed the mask to Yan Zhuo and said, "Brother Yan, I know you are smart, so you have to help me with this matter."
"Brother, you're welcome." Yan Zhuo responded, "We are brothers, there's no need to be polite. Just follow Brother Qiao's orders."
Yan Zhuo took the human skin mask and looked at it carefully: "This human skin mask is good. It can be seen that it was made by him."
"Who?!" Qiao Zhenyue asked quickly.
"The handwriting of Mr. Jiangbei Wangqing." Yan Zhuo replied.
Rumor has it that Mr. Wangqing is ugly, but he falls in love with the world-famous beauty Mr. Luohua. In order to win the love of the beauty, he can only rely on the art of disguise to win Luohua's heart, but the art of disguise can change his appearance for a short time.
, but it cannot change the appearance of a lifetime. In desperation, Mr. Death Love made thirty-six human skin masks, each of which was a rare and beautiful young man in the world. He used these thirty-six masks to pursue Mr. Luohua, one at a time.
When he succeeded, he abandoned Mr. Luohua. When Mr. Luohua hated all the handsome men in the world, Mr. Wangqing approached Mr. Luohua with his true face. Mr. Luohua didn't know Mr. Wangqing's scheme and was moved by his true feelings, so he married Mr. Wangqing.
This was originally a good story in the world, until one day Mr. Luohua discovered Mr. Qingqing’s human skin mask. Mr. Qingqing had no choice but to tell Mr. Luohua the truth. Mr. Luohua was so horrified that he broke off his love in shock and vowed never to approach a man again.
, and finally became a well-known hidden weapon master in the world by relying on his skill of "sprinkling money all over the sky". However, Mr. Wangqing was hurt by love and mentally damaged. He often disguised himself as a man and often as a woman, deceiving men again.
He deceived women and gradually gained a bad reputation in the world. Speaking of which, he had not appeared in the world for more than ten years.
Qiao Zhenyue heard the name of Mr. Wangqing and said, "Mr. Wangqing rarely appears in the world. Who can be found to make human skin masks? Who has such great reputation?"
Yan Zhuo shook his head: "You don't have to rely on face when asking for help. Coercion is also a method. Maybe these people have something that Mr. Ruthless wants."
Qiao Zhenyue said: "I'm not interested in these. I just want to know who asked Mr. Wangqing to make these masks."
Yan Zhuo said: "It's very simple. Mr. Wangqing has already told us."
For people like Mr. Wangqing, look at how many heroes in ancient and modern times are just immersed in this word of love. It's not always possible for him to do this out of his true feelings. Even if he is discovered, what does it matter? As long as he can make everyone laugh, he will die.
Why are you afraid? King You of Zhou played with the princes with beacon fire, just for a smile of praise. What you do is what you do in love, and you are the most passionate person!
There is only one thing that can make people like him break down, and that is love!
