A gloomy man, with a gloomy face, but with sharp eyes like a vulture that eats corpses.

This fierce gaze made Mu Zhengping's heart palpitate under the ring, and he couldn't help but glance at Mu Henglin.

Mu Henglin seemed to know Mu Zhengping's doubts, and smiled slightly: "If I am not mistaken, the opponent is that Dongfang Bai." ”

"Dongfang Bai!" Mu Zhengping exclaimed.

No one at his age doesn't know Dongfang Bai. Dongfang Bai is a swordsman in the Canglan Kingdom, known for his ruthless swordsmanship, especially aggressive, and often comes to the door to challenge.

Every time I challenge, I never know what to keep my hands on, and every time I will beat my opponent to serious injury. Such a person, in Canglan Country, will naturally not be pleased.

The people who were injured were either members of the sect or children of the family, although these people were not his opponents when they fought alone, but they could easily kill him by joining others.

On the murderous night with a full moon and high wind, a group of black-clothed people rushed into Dongfang Bai's house and killed all his family, and in the end, only Dongfang Bai broke through with superhuman strength.

The world knew that he would take revenge, and those who participated in this matter were also panicking, but as a result, he did not appear, and directly silenced the ruins.

Some say he was seriously wounded during his breakout and eventually died of his injuries, some say that he could not stand the blow of losing his lover and committed suicide, and some say that he was secretly killed.

Although the statements are different, one thing is the same, everyone thinks that he is dead, and he can't die anymore, but at this moment, he shows that he has become a woman's servant in the ring of Beishan County.

That's right, the name Ah Da can be said to be not a name at all, only servants will call themselves by this title.

How did he escape? What happened after he escaped? How did he become the servant of dreams? No one knows, not even many people who recognize him.

Mu Hengyue is just one of these few people.

Mu Zhengping glanced at him and sighed: "I didn't expect this killing god to also appear." His eyes fell on the middle-aged man opposite.

He was sure that he had never seen this middle-aged man, with an ordinary face, ordinary clothes, and even the momentum of standing in the ring was ordinary, but after what happened to Ah Er just now, no one dared to underestimate this ordinary person, and even subconsciously, regarded him as the great master of the Mu family.

Mu Zhengping thinks so.

"Father, you really hid this master so deeply, and even hid it from me. ”

"I hide him?" Mu Henglin laughed out loud as if he had heard a big joke: "How could I hide him, in fact, I only met him yesterday." ”

Mu Zhengping's eyes lit up and said, "So he joined the family yesterday?"

"Who told you that he joined the family?" Mu Henglin's face was strange.

"Isn't it?" Mu Zhengping said, "He's wearing the family's costume—"

Mu Henglin interrupted Mu Zhengping's words: "Don't mention this in front of him, otherwise your father and I won't be able to protect you." ”

Mu Henglin's conclusive tone made Mu Zhengping stop being angry, and Mu Zhengping couldn't imagine that his father would say such a thing. In my memory, my father was cold, arrogant, and stubborn, and no matter how strong the opponent was, he would never say such a thing.

"Who the hell is he?" Mu Zhengping couldn't help but ask.

"Who?" Mu Henglin snorted, and said with a strange face: "You also know this person, and you also met yesterday." ”

"The master you met yesterday?" Mu Zhengping's face was strange, and he said in a low voice: "Could it be him?"

Mu Zhengping made a silent gesture with his right hand, and then lowered his voice and said, "He didn't kill Mu Sen, it's good that you know." ”

The mourning hall, the empty mourning hall.

When everyone left and the noise stopped, the mourning hall finally had some of the appearance of a mourning hall.

The coffin of the fine pear wood is placed in the middle, the white paper bags on both sides hang down, and the incense is still burning.

A man walked into the mourning hall.

A person who should have appeared in the mourning hall a long time ago has just appeared at this moment.

Mu Ning's face was full of smiles.

He walked up to the coffin, knocked on the coffin with his right hand, and whispered, "Okay, get up." ”

For a few seconds, no one spoke or answered, and just as Mu Ning's face changed slightly, he suddenly heard a broken sound from the coffin.

Then there was the sound of the coffin lid being lifted, and a person walked out of the coffin, a person who should have died, but stood in front of Mu Ning in such a grand manner, and Mu Ning's face did not have the slightest surprise.

"Mussen, how did you sleep?"

"Just try it. Mussen gave him a blank look.

The people of the Mu family thought that Mu Sen was dead, but he was still alive, and the state of death was only because he had taken a drug, a drug that could simulate death. Only Mu Henglin and Mu Ning knew about this matter, they didn't know why Han Chuang gave up killing Mu Sen at a critical moment, they only knew that the Mu family had escaped.

"By the way, what's going on?" asked Moussen.

Mu Ning smiled and said, "Are you still worried about regrets?" With Brother Han here, what else do you have to worry about." ”

"How can you not be worried?" Mu Sen looked bitter, after all, it was a matter related to the survival of the family.

"Ahem, Mu Sen is now, you are no longer the heir to the family. Mu Ning suddenly said very seriously, but in the end, he finally couldn't help laughing.

Mu Sen shook his head and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, I know that you are the heir, I never thought of asking for that position, otherwise I wouldn't have lived a life of ten years of drunken dreams and death." ”

"I don't understand you. Mu Ning said, "As the eldest son, I don't want to inherit the family business, if I let my father know, maybe he will kill you with one palm." ”

"I was afraid that he would kill me with one palm, so I used this method. Mu Sen smiled bitterly, "Pity my reputation." ”

Mu Sen didn't want to be the heir of the Mu family from afar, his so-called wandering form was just a disguise, hoping that Mu Zhengping could take the initiative to cut off his identity as the heir, but what he didn't expect was that Mu Zhengping was actually a person who admitted death, no matter how bad his performance was, he didn't want to change people easily.

Fortunately, Han Chuang's move this time allowed him to make a wish.

Thinking about this, Mu Sen's face couldn't help but show a sincere smile.

"By the way, how are we going to get there?" he asked.

Mu Ning smiled narrowly, took out something from his arms, and handed it to Mu Sen.

"You bring this, Brother Han, yours. ”

"What is this?" said Musson, looking at the mask-like film-like thing in front of him.

"You'll know if you bring it. Moonin said.

Mu Sen took this thing with him, and found that his face was not stuffy as he imagined, but unexpectedly breathable, and touched it with his hand, as if he was directly touching his face, without any special feeling.

"It's weird, what the hell is this?" he said.

Mu Ning took out a small mirror from his arms, handed it to him, and said, "You can see for yourself." ”

Mu Sen glanced in the mirror, and his heart suddenly tightened.

"Who is this? Is this me?" he looked incredulously at the man in the mirror, who was an ordinary-looking young man with a fair face, small eyes, and a one-sided dimple when he smiled.

Of course, this is not the main thing, the main thing is that the person in the mirror is not himself.

That's right, this is not his familiar face, but a completely unfamiliar face, he subconsciously moved, and the person in the mirror also moved.

Mu Ning smiled slightly and said: "This thing is called a human/leather mask, it is the work of skilled craftsmen in the southeast area, and after wearing it, it is like a different person." ”

At this point, he suddenly lowered his voice: "Damn, if you didn't really need it, this thing would be mine." ”

The human skin/mask quilt is precious, and Han Chuang only carries two of them, one for his own use, and one for Mu Sen.

Mu Ning just wanted it, and there was no way to do it.

As soon as Mu Sen heard the wonderful use of the human skin mask/mask, his eyes bent into the shape of a crescent moon with a smile, and he said: "Good things, really good things, so that I can go and see the martial arts." ”

Mu Ning said, "Then let's go." ”

When the two came to the martial arts arena, they saw two middle-aged people standing in the ring, Mu Ning quietly pointed to the middle-aged man on the right: "See, that's Brother Han." ”

Mu Sen glanced at the unfamiliar face, and couldn't help sighing: "It's really a miracle, I can't see any flaws." ”

"That's, that's what Brother Han took out. As they spoke, the two slipped to Mu Henglin and Mu Zhengping, Mu Zhengping learned the whole story from Mu Henglin, and suddenly saw a stranger walking with Mu Ning, his heart moved, and he said in a low voice: "You are?"

"That's right. Mu Ning replied, and at the same time glanced at Mu Zhengping, Mu Zhengping retracted his smile in understanding, as if he didn't know the two at all, staring intently at the two people on the stage.

At this moment, the battle has not yet begun.

Han Chuang looked at his opponent's bamboo sword with interest, and his thoughts couldn't help but go back to two years ago, two years ago, there was also a swordsman with a bamboo sword who attracted his attention, that is, the lotus flower that was incarnated as a clown at that time.

But the person in front of him gave him a different feeling from the lotus at that time, the lotus at that time was cold, but the person in front of him was depressed, as if he was suppressing great pain in his heart.

"Who is Your Excellency?" Han Chuang asked.

"Ahh The answer was simple, without any delay.

"But swordsman?" Han Chuang asked again with a frown.

"Not bad. It was still a cold answer, and even Han Chuang heard an obscure disgust and impatience from this coldness.

"It's still a little cute. He muttered quietly.

Compared with Lotus, the man in front of him was too cold, and Han Chuang, as an excellent swordsman, naturally knew that the man in front of him had gone into the evil path.

Learning the way of the sword, people can be cold, the sword can be cold, and the swordsmanship can also be cold, but it must not be with hatred, and the sword with hatred can never reach the peak.

Hatred is never a source of progress, but a resistance to the elevation of the realm, and only those who have a good mind can practice swordsmanship to the highest level.

The current state of the man in front of him reminded Han Chuang of the controlled ghosts in the Linglong Pagoda, and those ghosts were also controlled by the demons because of the obsession in his heart.

Of course, most of the ghosts' obsessions are obsessed with greed, and with the man in front of him, Han Chuang easily felt that he was a person who was obsessed with hatred.

Even the whole person is deeply trapped in hatred, and the whole heart is filled with hatred.

Although such a person has embarked on a fork in the road of the sword, although he will definitely die in the end, the strength he shows at this moment is enough to make people look sideways.

Han Chuang felt that his strength was not below Mu Henglin, and don't forget, he was a swordsman, a swordsman who was good at fighting.

Han Chuang shook his head imperceptibly, and said secretly: "Why am I so unlucky." ”

He didn't plan to make a move, but if the man in front of him made a move, the Mu family, who had lost the fishnet array and Mu Henglin, was afraid that no one was his opponent, and the fishnet array and Mu Henglin were injured because of him after all, so in this battle, Han Chuang had to play.

Just looking at the dream of staring at him under the ring, Han Chuang couldn't help but have a headache, and thought, "I have to find a way to hide my identity." ”