After listening to the old man's words, Mu Shanhai's alertness in his eyes changed a lot. He became curious about the old man, and his tone was as calm as possible without being rude: "Just tell me what it is."
"That is, I can help you suppress the Eight Desolations Sword Qi, but the condition is that you must purify a certain amount of Eight Desolations Sword Qi and then hand it over to me. How about it?" The old man smiled, his eyes
Keeping an eye on Mu Shanhai.
Mu Shanhai frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and responded: "However, our sword pavilion has been stolen, and the other elder will keep a close eye on Qianji Jianquan. I have no bargaining chips to continue talking with you."
"Stop joking with me, do you think I don't know? As I said just now, you can't hide it. You planned all of this to frame the other elder, right? The methods are really real.
That's right. But I won't be so stupid as to make your matter public. I just want to tell you that the necessary condition for cooperation is to be frank. I will show up when necessary, and at other times, I will covertly
help you."
The old man's confident eyes seemed to see through Mu Shanhai's whole body. These words made Mu Shanhai's calm heart continue to ripple.
"Why do you want to help me?" Mu Shanhai had no choice but to ask the old man's intention.
The old man's gloomy and hollow eyes finally showed some light, and he curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled.
"Then let me explain. In fact, I want to draw you into our organization and become one of us."
"What organization?" Mu Shanhai looked a little surprised. What the old man said made him feel a bit abrupt.
"Isn't it a good feeling to kill a master?" The corners of the old man's mouth curved deeper, but he did not laugh out loud.
Killing a master...?! How could he know everything? The dark memory and the pain that he never left were intertwined and condensed in his heart as before, and his guilt was still the same.
"You hate that your fellow disciples once laughed at your weakness and isolated your existence. In the whole sword pavilion, only your master discovered your talent and cultivated it. But because of your misfortune, you died under your sword. This kind of sadness and anger
, can you handle being depressed?"
The old man talked leisurely, word for word. Every word that fell was like a knife, ruthlessly cutting into Mu Shanhai's heart.
"...These! How did you know!" Mu Shanhai was filled with sadness, his throat became even more astringent, and he lost his voice in pain.
"Don't be surprised, we all know everything about the pain, despair, and tragic feats in this world. What we collect are the original intentions of people who are at the end of their rope. In order to no longer be trapped by this, our ambitions will eventually
Connect together. By then, all the holes will be filled. If we work together, why worry about everything failing?"
"We have everything you want here. Don't you need recognition? Why let those secular people and ignorant people recognize you? We can give you everything you want."
Listening to the old man's mellow and impassioned words, Mu Shanhai felt a little moved. His whole body was shaking and his throat was a little hot. Although the old man told him that "they all know pain," he still didn't understand what it meant.
However, what the old man described was exactly what he longed for.
"What do you need me to do?" Something changed in Mu Shanhai's heart.
The old man listened and smiled.
"We don't need you to do anything at all. Remember, from the moment I finish saying this, our relationship is a relationship of companions, not a relationship of cooperative interests, do you understand?"
Mu Shanhai was stunned, then nodded again.
Seeing Mu Shanhai's reaction, the old man's eyes became more appreciative. With his slightly hoarse voice, his tone was clear and spacious:
"Since we are companions, we cannot tolerate betrayal. Everything about us cannot be revealed to others. We must cut off all ties with the outside world as soon as possible and integrate into us. We value our companions very much and will not do anything
We will never allow anything that is disrespectful to our comrades, and we will never allow anything that damages the honor of the organization to happen. Once we are hurt, we will be given nine deaths."
"You just have to do your own thing well. By the way, remember that Bahuang Sword Qi is extremely important to our organization. As a member of the organization, you must contribute to the organization no matter what!"
"I...I understand." Mu Shanhai calmed down and agreed.
"That's good. At least you have a sense of responsibility." The old man smiled and nodded.
"It's not easy for us to meet for too long. You should go about your business."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, the cave in front of him disappeared in an instant, and the two of them returned to Xuantian Peak.
Afterwards, Mu Shanhai also left on his own. He saw the old man's extraordinary skills and had his own plan in mind.
…
Fang Jingxuan was practicing his sword skills on Xuanjian Peak. Xueqie took Qiankun for a wander and also came to Xuanjian Peak.
Fang Jingxuan heard the conversation and laughter, and took the opportunity to stop and prepare to take a rest. When he turned around and saw that the two people coming were Qiankun and Xueqie, he immediately turned his head and sat on the stone steps, pretending not to see them.
Qiankun also saw the reaction shown by Fang Jingxuan just now, and his smile was gone, but he still walked towards Fang Jingxuan and snorted twice.
"Oh my, isn't this Senior Brother? Why are you still practicing swordplay alone? It's so lonely and cold." Qiankun swaggered in front of Fang Jingxuan, teasing him in a very funny tone.
Fang Jingxuan was already quite disgusted with Qiankun and the other outsiders, but when Qiankun came up to tease him and spoke so badly, Fang Jingxuan became even more dissatisfied.
Fang Jingxuan chose not to pay attention to Qiankun. This was a guest that Mu Shanhai asked to be treated well. If he had a conflict with him, he would be the only one who would suffer. If you don't listen, you must bear it!
Seeing Fang Jingxuan like this, Xueqie smiled awkwardly and stepped forward to break up the tense atmosphere.
"Brother, are you still suspecting that Qiankun is the murderer? You are too persistent. I thought you were really joking." After saying that, he spread his hands helplessly.
"Now it seems that they are actually the most suspicious, right?" Fang Jingxuan snorted, and when he saw Qiankun here, he also spoke out.
"you……"
Qiankun just wanted to go up and argue with him, but was stopped by Xueqie, and then Fang Jingxuan said: "Brother! Think about it, I chatted with Qiankun and the others for so long last night, and then the two of us had a righteous relationship with me.
Father has been here for such a long time, and Qiankun and the others have no chance to come out at all, so how could they steal it? Besides, they are new here and have never heard of this matter, which can exclude them from the possibility!"
Fang Jingxuan explained the truth to Fang Jingxuan with great sincerity and tried his best to defend the cause.
When Fang Jingxuan heard this, the hostility in his eyes disappeared and he felt much calmer.
Xue Qie paused for a while and continued: "In my opinion, there is only one suspect!" Then his expression darkened.
After Fang Jingxuan heard this, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and then he pointed at the blood cut, feeling a little excited.
"Elder Kong!"
At this time, Kong Douxuan also entered the Cangjianfeng. When he saw that a large part of the treasures of heaven and earth in the cave had been looted, he couldn't help but hide his face and express his anger.
He was about to enter the depths of the valley cave again. As he walked, he looked at the stone wall and found that all the tablets and murals had no written words on them. They were blank. Logically speaking, there should be no wordless tablets here?
Kong Douxuan realized the weirdness in it.
In the whole valley, only some elixir formulas, fragments of merit books and some heavenly materials and earthly treasures were still there. Kong Douxuan suddenly thought deeply: What did these thieves steal?
He returned the same way and walked towards the exit of the valley, where he saw a fragment of writing on the wall:
Walking with the sword, transforming the sword into a special skill. Once the sword order is issued, all swords return to the clan.
This sixteen-character Kong Douxuan has been seen in the old books of Jiange, but it has not been able to unlock the mystery.
As soon as I walked out of the valley, I heard a voice not far away: