After a person enjoys the pleasures brought by various positions such as power, money, and strength, he may lose his sharpness, lose the blood he once had, and become very afraid of death. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the case with Mo Yun, the deputy lord of the Blood Shadow Castle.

He was once a famous desperate San Lang in the rivers and lakes, nicknamed the Flying Tiger.

The tiger is already powerful and arrogant enough to fly into the sky, so how arrogant it should be.

His methods are ruthless and tough, from an ordinary silver killer in the Blood Shadow Castle to the current high position of the deputy castle master of the Blood Shadow Castle.

Paid a lot.

And when he has all kinds of power, people will become life-sparing, so he chooses to retire.

But this time, someone used a lot of money, and the castle owner had also given an order, so he had no choice but to go out of the mountain again.

Because there are only a few people in the Blood Shadow Castle who can really kill a strong person like Jiang Cheng.

But now, he has planted.

Hunting geese all year round, but being pecked blind by geese, killing people all year round, but now he is subdued by others, and life and death are out of his own hands.

"How are you going to let me go?"

Mo Yun finally chose to bow his head.

He is afraid of death, at least now he is still middle-aged, and there are still many joys in life that he has not enjoyed, and there are several concubines in Gangna who have not had enough.

Jiang Cheng shook his head, "I don't plan to do anything to you, Lord Mo Castle, you will still be your castle master in the future, if I need your help with something, I think you shouldn't refuse."

I like to make friends, and we'll be friends from now on, right?"

Mo Yun almost gritted his teeth, "If I were a friend, I would expel the Heart Eater Gu." ”

Jiang Cheng still shook his head, "No, no, no, you probably don't know that the person who is qualified to be my friend is the one who reassures me."

You reassure me now, if you don't have the Heart Devouring Gu, you won't be my friend, then...... If you were my enemy, you wouldn't be able to speak now. ”

"What the hell do you want?" Mo Yun roared, but was kicked away by Jiang Cheng.

"Lord Mobao speaks too loudly, my ears are not good, and I am uncomfortable if you are loud. ”

Jiang Cheng approached with a smile, his eyes were cold, "Go back, continue to be your castle master, and help me investigate all the information about Moluo seven hundred years ago, I heard that your blood shadow castle's intelligence system has always been very powerful, not inferior to the black market." ”

Mo Yun's five fingers clicked, but he still had to bow his head, hang his head like obeying the order, suddenly frustrated, and agreed in a deep voice.

What if he didn't agree, this world is so big, apart from Jiang Cheng, can he still find a master of the Ghost God Realm to exorcise the Heart Devouring Gu for him?

Maybe the Ten Thousand Poison Gate has some answers, but he understands that he is a smart person, and a smart person should not touch the minefield.

Jiang Cheng watched Mo Yun leave.

I'm not worried about what little tricks this deputy castle master will play.

A person who is afraid of death and spares his life does not dare to joke with his life.

As long as he doesn't say something too demanding, this person will not choose to fight with him for the time being, and will become a very good chess piece in his hand.

Of course, the most important thing is that he is not worried that this Mo Yun will have any bad thoughts.

This kind of thing is in the other party's body, as long as the other party has evil thoughts, they will be keenly detected by the Heart Eater Gu, and that is purely asking for trouble.

Moreover, with the other party's cleverness, of course, he also knew that if the news of his killing of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect was exposed, then his death would not be far off.

Inevitably, he was suspicious and worried, and then he was killed, and the other party would only do everything possible to conceal the fact that he had killed the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

"The Blood Shadow Castle is a great force that has been inherited for five or six hundred years, and it is a force that has developed more than a hundred years after the fall of the Demon Luo. He was once so famous that he dared to assassinate the ministers of the Imperial Court of the Great Wind, and even ruled the regime of a small country......

Although it is now decayed, after all, the foundation is still there, and I should be able to find the information I want. ”

Jiang Cheng thought about it and walked away in the snow.

Soon the winter passed, and the early spring arrived, and the ice and snow on many ridges melted, merging into the streams and rivers, and the fish jumped with vitality.

Some teenagers who are learning martial arts shout in the martial arts arena, fighting vigorously, and the pile is very pure in the style of the law, and every move and style has a plank and an eye.

In the private school in the city, the sound of catchy hymns is also spreading, and all industries are thriving.

Jiang Cheng and Lan Zixuan stood on the tower and watched, feeling the changing seasons and appreciating the ethereal martial arts.

At the point where their strength has reached their level, practicing martial arts is no longer about boxing, practicing piles, or sometimes meditating on the flying of divine thoughts.

Instead, it is to taste the red dust, observe the changes in the heavens and the earth, and adjust the qi and blood in one's body and even one's personal aura.

It is for the unity of heaven and man, and the cultivation of the original god.

"In ancient times, the sages observed the changes of the four seasons and created the four seasons of swordsmanship, the spring is full of silk energy, the summer is scorching and terrifying, the autumn is gloomy and dark, and the winter is cold and contains the burial and killing machine......

I am also proficient in the swordsmanship of the four seasons, but now looking at this early spring scene, I have a different feeling, and the swordsmanship realm seems to have improved slightly. ”

Lan Zixuan talked eloquently, pointing out with two fingers into a sword as she spoke.

When she said that spring, the sword pointed out like a soft sword, and the air trembled and exploded.

Speaking of Xia Yi, the sword intent is violent, and there is a kind of madness that burns the sky and destroys the earth.

Speaking of the slowing down of the autumn sword, a sword sword seems ordinary, but it has a different artistic conception, which is sentimental, but it is the most sad and very yin.

In the end, the sword intent turned to winter intent, and the fierce killing machine was about to explode, piercing the air and producing a vortex.

She was exchanging swordsmanship with Jiang Cheng, and in a few demonstrations, she practiced the ancient swordsmanship such as the Four Seasons Swordsmanship, which opened Jiang Cheng's eyes.

Then she expounded her point of view, and pointed out with a sword, which was plain and unusual, and it was not a murderous sword, piercing Jiang Cheng's lower abdomen.

Jiang Cheng's eyes flashed, he raised his hand to stop, his five fingers opened and rotated, the tendon muscles shrank, and the sharp nails were like a sea of knives and guns, attacking and attacking to intercept her sword.

But in the end, he let out a soft "huh" sound of surprise.

Because the artistic conception of Lan Zixuan's sword suddenly changed from plain and unremarkable, like a small grass in the crack of the stone, unyielding to be buried by the winter snow for a season, and very stubborn to drill out in early spring.

Coincidentally, it drilled through his obstacles, as if mercury was pervasive, and really protruded into his lower abdomen.

His eyes sparkled, and he shrank his abdomen suddenly, his chest and cheeks bulging, and his abdomen constricted to a hollow, narrowly avoiding the sword.

Lan Zixuan put away her sword and let out a silver bell chuckle, "How about this sword." ”

Jiang Cheng looked down at his lower abdomen, his clothes had been punctured, and the fascia of his skin had broken a little, but there was no blood oozing.

It was a faint sword qi injury, and even so, the sword qi of the fierce sword intent pierced his fascia beyond the hundred refining iron, which was really very powerful.

"It's not easy. ”

He praised it, just this sword, proving that Lan Zixuan's strength is indeed amazing.

If he had just attacked with all his might, he might not have been able to take it at such a small price. (To be continued.) )