Chapter 1: Sword Master Chapter 2: The Past

"Six years ago, no wonder I had never heard of this name, at that time, I was still cultivating in the mountains with my master! Sister Hua, such a legendary figure, and a master of sword use like me, you can tell me about his experience, let me also have a long experience!"

"Heh~~!, a sword master like you, little doll, don't put gold on your face, I'm afraid that if you really want to fight against him, you don't even have a chance to make a sword, so you have to braid!" Hearing that the young man in white actually compared himself to that Yue Yinchen, the sloppy Hanako sneered, with a sneering look.

The young man in white was called Hanako so much, and his face suddenly turned red. He stood up violently, raised his hand and said to him: "You, Senior Xiao of the Beggar Gang, you are also the leader of the No. 1 gang in the world, can you not be so bitter when you speak? What is so powerful about Yue Yinchen, you can tell me about it!"

Unexpectedly, seeing that the young man in white was angry and interrogated, Xiao Tielu had not yet spoken, but Hua Baimei took the lead and said: "Even if you are the leader of the first gang in the world, what can you do? Isn't it a stinky flower? When the disaster comes, he only knows how to be greedy for life and fear death, and live a good life! How dare he meet people? You ask him, why don't you talk about it as a sister!"

"Hmph! Fortunately, that Yue Yinchen has never fought with women, so you can sit here and talk loudly!" Xiao Tielu was exposed by Hua Baimei, and he was unwilling to admit it, but ridiculed him.

"Amitabha!" Seeing the atmosphere in the secret room that had finally stabilized, and because of the-for-tat between Xiao and Hua, the old monk proclaimed a Buddha number and said: "The past of the Moon Donor, according to the old man, among all the people here, only Mr. Mo can comment on one or two." Mr. Mo, why don't you answer questions for Bai Suzi Shaoxia!"

Listening to Master Chan Ku's introduction, everyone present stopped talking, but looked at the white-faced scholar who had never spoken in the third chair of the right-hand guest seat.

"It's okay!" Since it was the principal's order, the scholar surnamed Mo naturally couldn't refuse, took a sip of the herbal tea on the coffee table, slowly put down the cup and said: "I am not talented, thank you Master Chan Ku for your love! If you want to talk about this 'Chengying Sword Venerable' Yue Yinchen, it is really a little difficult to speak, but the abbot is entrusted here, and he can't refuse it, so he will tell you the little information that he knows very little about it, and then tell you about it!"

Seeing that the white-faced scholar surnamed Mo didn't say anything after saying this, he stared at Bai Suzi intently, and Hua Baimei anxiously urged: "Mo Qinqian, you go on!

Mo Qin Qian didn't pay attention to Hua Baimei, and asked Bai Suzi: "Brother Bai, let me ask you, if you fight with Gang Master Xiao, what are your chances of winning?"

Bai Suzi didn't expect Mo Qin Qian to suddenly ask him such a provocative question, and glanced at Xiao Tielu with a look of disdain in embarrassment and replied: "This... Senior Xiao has been on the battlefield for a long time and has made great contributions to the prosperity of the beggar gang, how dare I, a hairy boy who has just debuted, compare with him?"

Mo Qin Qian didn't listen to these high-sounding words, but continued to ask: "How much?"

"At most... Thirty percent!"

"Heh, idiots talk about dreams!" Hearing Bai Suzi finally spit out such a judgment, Xiao Tielu received it coldly.

But Mo Qin Qian nodded with a smile and said, "Yes, yes! Bai Shaoxia can still guess that he has a three-point chance of winning in front of the Xiao Gang Leader, and he is indeed very courageous! But do you know that when Yinchen invited the Xiao Gang Leader to fight that month, he didn't even dare to fight. You said that you are only 30% sure of a battle with him, but you can imagine how powerful Yue Yinchen should be, right?"

"Mo Qinqian, don't spray people with blood and talk nonsense! Why didn't Lao Tzu dare to fight? It's just that the old disease recurred at that time and it was inconvenient to fight, so he couldn't be invited!" Hearing Mo Qinqian's words, Xiao Tielu pulled his neck and shouted.

Hearing this, Mo Qin Qian shook his head slightly and smiled. But Hua Baimei hurriedly sarcastically said: "Okay, Xiao Tielu! Others don't know that you use the excuse of the recurrence of the old disease as a shield, don't you know the details at this moment? Time has passed, what's the point of struggling with those? Anyway, now everyone knows that you are the big hero of the beggar gang, how can they understand that you were once a shrunken turtle!"

"You~~!You want to fight! I'm not Yue Yinchen, I'm reluctant to do it to you!

Today's secret meeting obviously did not have a moment of peace, and the old monk of Chan Ku saw it in his eyes, and he really didn't want to bother to mediate the conflict, so he just coughed heavily and said, "Ahem! Everyone, how about getting down to business first?"

Xiao Tielu and Hua Baimei glared at each other when they heard this, and they both snorted coldly and stopped talking. Seeing this, Mo Qin Qian slapped the folding fan in his hand twice on his palm, and continued to speak: "Okay, let's get down to business! Yue Yinchen is a mysterious anomaly! The origin of his identity is unknown, the sect exercises are unknown, and now even his whereabouts are not known to the world, and Master Chan Ku can still find his hiding place, which really makes the late life admire! And to talk about this Yue Yinchen's dominating feat, we have to talk about the grand occasion of the sword becoming famous six years ago. ”

Seeing that everyone was deeply attracted by their own colorful conversation, and their faces showed a look of reminiscence, Mo Qin Qian smiled faintly, took a sip of tea and received: "On the day of the 'Spring Dragon Festival' on the second day of the second month of February six years ago, all the major sects in the Central Plains Martial Arts suddenly received an unsigned post, and the specific details of the post have long been unknown, and the general content is to say: The owner of the post will be after January. At the time of Qingming, all the sects that handed over the prayer post came to challenge one by one, and the people who responded to the battle named and named the heads of each sect. This matter spread so much at that time that it could be said that everyone in the entire rivers and lakes knew about it. But although this person handed over the post, he didn't dare to leave his name, and then he was even more secretive, and there was no movement. What's more, there are so many things that can happen in January, so this battle, which was completely regarded as a joke, only lasted for a few days, and gradually faded into oblivion to the world. It wasn't until the day before 'Qingming' approached that the good deeds brought up the matter again, but no one really thought that the anonymous person who had posted it would challenge those powerful giants. But who would have thought that on the day of 'Qingming', one of the kendo factions who had received a letter of worship would spread the news that the head of the sect had died violently!"

Seeing that Mo Qinqian said these words, he slowly stretched out his right hand to the teacup. Bai Suzi urged anxiously: "Mr. Mo, you should say it quickly! The head of the sword sect died violently, is it really Yue Yinchen's doing? Which sect is it, why have I never heard of it?"