"Then Mowgli is not hypocritical, if Lin Shaoxia needs anything in the future, even if he goes up the knife mountain and goes down to the sea of fire, Wuji will not shirk. ”

Wuji stood up straight, glanced at Lin Xiuyuan, took out the metal ornament on his chest, and pretended to pray.

In a dead corner of the wide street, a middle-aged man in a white robe slowly withdrew his gaze and walked to the other side.

"Is this the follower of the Narauszi sect?"

"It's a believer, to be precise, that guy is from the Protestant precept institute, and he doesn't do his business all day long, and likes to walk the streets and alleys in search of unwarranted heretics. ”

Wuji looked disdainful, and it could be seen that he was very disgusted with those people.

'Precepts?'

Lin Xiuyuan was interested, and hurriedly asked Wuji, wanting to get to the bottom of it.

"Heretics are the words of those fellows, according to their point of view, so those who do not believe in their lord are heretics, and they should be captured and burned. ”

It's really monotheistic. ’

It should be, this national teacher is an anomaly that I want to eradicate on this trip that does not conform to the laws of world development. ’

Obtaining useful information again, Lin Xiuyuan became more and more sure of his mission goal.

As for the way to eradicate it.

Lin Xiuyuan is quite confident.

This didn't start the game, and gave yourself a thug and master, so it almost made it clear that you were going to fight.

Reckless or not, it's not clear?

The palm hidden in the wide sleeved robe pinched, feeling the huge power contained in it, which was the power that he had been suppressed in his body when he was fighting with Wuji, and he could not perfectly control it.

I'm looking forward to it. ’

Blood... Earth... Broken... Armour

Hmph, Lin Xiuyuan's eyes suddenly blurred, as if countless lights and shadows were circulating, fleeting.

He was stunned, and the surroundings were still lively and bustling.

"What's wrong?" Wuji turned his head to look at Lin Xiuyuan, who was staying in place, suspiciously.

"Oh, it's okay, maybe I didn't get a good rest yesterday. ”

Lin Xiuyuan shook his head, and his true qi circulated throughout his body without finding anything unusual.

'Did I forget something?'

In his sleeve, a jade plaque shimmered.

......

At three o'clock in the morning, the two of them finished lunch at a small shop on the corner of the street.

Lin Xiuyuan put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, looked at Wuji, who was sitting opposite, and asked:

"How's it going, did you find it?"

"Well, I found it, we'll go over later. ”

Wuji nodded, picked up the bowl and drank the last mouthful of soup, muttering.

"Little two, check out. ”

"Here, guest officer, you have spent a total of one hundred and fifty-six cents. ”

Looking at the few customers in the store, Wuji frowned and took out the copper coin from his arms, handed it to the shopkeeper, and left the hotel directly.

"Guest officer, you come often~. ”

......

"Is this it?"

Behind the mottled firewood, an old house was crumbling, and Lin Xiuyuan looked at Wuji on the side and waited for the latter's confirmation.

"Yes. ”

"Hey—are there really masters who like to experience a life of poverty?"

"It's not necessarily his intention, it's probably helpless. ”

Wuji shook his head, quite sympathetic, he stepped forward to observe the surrounding environment, and made sure that there were no pedestrians around, then he stretched out his right hand and knocked lightly on the door.

"The old-timers and the younger generations have come to visit. ”

Mowgli forced the sound into a line, piercing through the door panel and reaching the dilapidated tiled house behind the door.

Da, da, da

After waiting for a moment, the sound of slow footsteps came from behind the door, from far and near.

"Crunch—"

With a tooth-aching crunch, the dilapidated house was pulled open by an old man.

The old man in front of him had white hair, and his cloudy eyes were staring at the faces of Lin Xiuyuan and the others, and his loose skin was full of wrinkles.

"Is this the sword god?" Although people can't look good, but how can you look at this, there is no aura of a strong man?"

That's right, the old man in front of him is the sword god of Cangwu Country who used to dominate the world, the land immortal, and Lu Xun.

It is also the hope of Mowgli to assassinate the national teacher in the end.

According to the information obtained by Wuji, Mr. Lu Xun dominated the world eighty years ago, and the name of the sword god is known to everyone.

Legend has it that this old gentleman once broke a million army with one person and one sword on the Qianjiang beachhead. Help the father of the current Emperor Cangwu ascend to the Ninth Five-Year Supreme.

You must know that although the martial artists of this world have cultivated true qi, their force value is not too high.

At least the great grandmasters can't cut the river with a sword and move mountains and mountains.

Defeating a million-strong army head-on is too fantastical.

"Who are you? Where did you find out about the old hermitage? ”

Lu Xun, who was blocking the door, spoke lightly, his cloudy eyes swept over the forest, and there were no two people's faces.

"The younger generation has no mowgli, I learned the news of my predecessors from my master Liang Hong, and I am rash to disturb me today, and I ask my seniors to forgive me. ”

Wuji clasped his fists and saluted, took out a wooden sword from his arms, and said respectfully.

"Liang Hong..."

Maybe it's because I'm too old and my brain isn't very bright. Lu Xun stood in front of the door, muttering to himself.

After a long time, just when Lin Xiuyuan thought that the old man in front of him had fallen asleep. Lu Xun finally raised his head, his eyes flickering slightly.

Congratulations.

"You are a disciple of Liang Hong?... He gave it to you. ”

Lu Xun stretched out his withered right hand and took the wooden sword in Wuji's hand, a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

"Come in. ”

Dropping a sentence, Lu Xun walked behind the door tremblingly, and didn't ask who Lin Xiuyuan was beside Wuji?

'Am I just being ignored?'

......

Enter the small tiled house behind the door and cross the threshold. Contrary to Lin Xiuyuan's expectations, the interior of this dilapidated house was quite neat and clean. The furniture looks brand new.

If it weren't for the scratches of the years on the mottled walls, there would not be any signs of wornness.

'A little bit of a doorway'

After Lin Xiuyuan walked into the door, he looked around, and under his keen five senses, this house that looked very old on the outside was not simple.

Just one point, Lin Xiuyuan understood that the old man in front of him was definitely not very human.

The house doesn't smell at all, and it doesn't have any mosquitoes and snakes.

The dampness of the soil, the decay of mold, all of them are gone, it is like entering a sterile room.

"Sit"

Lu Xun lay on the Taishi chair in the corner of the room, pointed to the rattan chair beside him, and motioned for the two of them to sit down first if there was anything.

"Lu Xun senior, do you know that now Cangwu is controlled by demons, and the people are not famous, are you willing to be a sword god... ”

"Hehe, these are the things that the emperor of Cangwu should take care of, what's the use of you and me, a bad old man. ”

Lu Xun curled up in his chair, unmoved by Mowgli's words.

"Xiao Wuji, I'm just an old man who is dying, don't be like your master, come to me for all things big and small, I'm not an immortal. ”

"But aren't you the Cangwu Sword God, the Land Immortal, Lu Xun?

"Okay, little Mowgli, I said I'm just an old man on the verge of death. ”

Lu Xun interrupted Wuji's next words and pointed to the burning stick inserted in the stove next to him.

It was a long, red-colored sword.

"I'm old... I can't lift it. ”