Chapter 26 Chapter 25

The big boss is still hesitating, Zhuyeqing has moved a chair over with a smile: "Your name?" The one-armed man ignored him at all, but stretched out four fingers. Zhuyeqing still smiled apologetically, and said, "Could it be that the honored guest has three more friends coming?" The one-armed man said, "Hmph." Zhuyeqing immediately moved another three chairs, just as they were arranged in a row, two people fell from the air. Not only is a person as light as a fallen leaf, but his face is also shriveled and fleshless like a dead leaf. There is a three-foot-long dead bamboo stuck in his belt, and the whole person looks like a dead bamboo.

But his clothes are more gorgeous, and his expression is more arrogant, no matter whether the people in the room are dead or alive, in his eyes, they all seem to be dead. The other person is a fat man who always smiles, with three priceless Hanyu rings on his white and fat hands, and his fingernails are pointed and long, which looks like the hands of a lady .Of course, such hands are not suitable for using a sword, and such a person does not seem to be able to do light work.But when he fell from the midair just now, his lightness kung fu was by no means weaker than that old man who looked like a dry bamboo.

Seeing these three people, Qiu Er's face was ashen. There was still someone coughing non-stop outside the door, and as he walked in slowly, it turned out to be an old monk with shabby clothes, stooped back, and a sickly face. Seeing the old monk, Qiu Er turned pale and said with a wry smile: "It's very good, I didn't expect you to come too." The old monk sighed and said, "Who will come if I don't come? If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" He also spoke weakly, not only seemed to be ill, but also had been ill for a long time, very seriously ill, but now everyone can see that he must have a very high status and a strong background.

Of course the big boss also has this vision, he has already seen that this monk is probably his only savior.No matter what, monks are not always hard-hearted.So the big boss stood up respectfully, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, this is not hell. Since the master is here, he doesn't have to suffer from the ten directions." The old monk sighed again, and said, "This is not hell, where is hell? If I don't come to suffer, who will suffer?" The big boss forced a smile and said, "When we get here, what else will the master suffer?" The old monk said: "Subduing demons is also suffering, and killing people is also suffering."

The big boss said: "Master also kills people?" The old monk said: "If I don't kill, who will kill? If I don't kill, why go to hell?" The big boss was speechless. The one-armed man suddenly asked, "Do you know who I am?" The big boss shook his head. No matter who becomes a big boss like him, he will not recognize too many people. The one-armed man said: "You should know who I am. There are not many people like me who only have one eye, one hand, and one leg, but can use two swords." He didn't boast about it, and it is very likely that there is no second person like him in the Jianghu.The only one is "Swallows Flying" Shan Yifei, which ranks third among the top ten famous swords in the south of the Yangtze River.

Of course the big boss also knows this person: "It's Shan Hero!" The one-armed man proudly said: "Yes, I am Shan Yifei, and I am also here to kill people." The skinny old man immediately continued: "And I, Liu Kuzhu." Kuzhujian is also a well-known swordsman in the south of the Yangtze River. Among the ten swords in Jianghu, seven people have been destroyed by Qiu Er's sword. Shan Yifei said coldly: "Who are we going to kill today, if I don't tell you, you must know!" The big boss let out a long breath and said with an apologetic smile, "Fortunately, I'm not the one you all want to kill."

Shan Yifei said: "Of course it's not you." Before he finished his sentence, his man jumped up, the sword was unsheathed, the sword light flashed, and stabbed at Qiu Er. Qiu Er also picked up his sword and swung it back to fight back. With a sound of "ding", the two swords clashed, and the two sword lights suddenly changed direction and flew towards the big boss. The smile on Big Boss's face has not disappeared yet, two swords have pierced his throat and heart. No one can think of this change, and no one can stop it. Because at the same moment when the two swords collided, Zhuyeqing had already been knocked down by the old monk.At the same moment, Kuzhujian and the smiling middle-aged fat man had arrived beside the younger brother.Before the Kuzhujian's sword could be drawn out of its sheath, a sword had already pierced into my younger brother's left rib.The little brother wanted to run forward, but the swords of Qiu Er and Shan Yifei flew towards him.He could only dodge to the right, a pair of slender hands like a lady's were already waiting for him, the soft nails suddenly bounced, and ten fingertips, like ten daggers, had reached between his throat and eyebrows.

He has no way out, he is dead. But Aji couldn't let him die, absolutely not. The sword hidden in the dry bamboo had just been unsheathed, suddenly a figure flashed in front of him, the sword in his hand was already in someone else's hands, the sword light flashed again, and the edge of the sword had reached his throat.The sword edge didn't go in, because the fat middle-aged man's nails didn't go in either. Everyone's movements have stopped, and everyone is staring at the sword in Aji's hand. Aji was staring at the ten sword-like nails.The time in this moment seems to be longer than a year, the old monk finally sighed, and said: "Your Excellency shot so quickly."

Aji said lightly: "I can kill people too." The old monk said: "Does this matter have anything to do with Your Excellency?" Aji said: "No." The old monk said: "Then why do you bother to meddle in your own business?" Aji said: "Because this person has something to do with me." The old monk looked at his younger brother, then at the lady's hands, sighed and said: "If your Excellency must save him, it will be very difficult." Aji said, "Why?" The old monk said: "Because of those hands." He continued slowly: "That is the soul searcher of the rich gods who can turn a stone into gold, and turn life into death. Even if you kill Liu Kuzhu, that young benefactor will definitely die."

Aji said: "Aren't you willing to trade Liu Kuzhu's life for his?" The old monk answered simply: "Yes." Aji's face changed, and he said: "He is just a child, why do you have to put him to death?" The old monk suddenly sneered and said, "A child? He's just a child? I'm afraid there are not many children like this in the world." Aji said: "He is not yet fifteen this year." The old monk said coldly: "Then we will never allow him to live to sixteen." Aji said, "Why?" The old monk didn't answer, but asked instead: "Do you know 'Tianzun'?"

Aji said: "Tianzun?" The old monk sighed again, and slowly recited the eight lines of gatha: "Heaven and earth are ruthless. Ghosts and gods have no eyes. All things are powerless. The strong people are ignorant. Life and death are impermanent. There is no way to misfortune and good fortune. The world is dark, and I am the only one." Aji said: "Who said this? What a big tone." The old monk said: "This is Zhu Wen, the founder of the 'Tianzun' sect. Even the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth are not seen by them, let alone human beings? One can imagine what they have done." Qiu Erdao: "Their power is so great that they are no longer under the Qinglong Association of the past. It's a pity that there are some people like us who don't believe in evil in the Jianghu, and we want to fight with them." Shan Yifei said: "So a little personal enmity between Jiangnan Ten Swords and Qiu Er has become nothing. As long as their evil forces can be eliminated, Shan can even throw away his head, let alone a little personal enmity!" Qiu Erdao: "The gang of evil forces in this place is a branch of the 'Tianzun'." The old monk said: "We can't eradicate their roots yet, we have to start from a small place first!" Qiu Erdao: "The child you want to save is sent here by 'Tianzun'!" The old monk said: "Tianzun's orders are all commanded and manipulated by him secretly. The big boss and Zhuyeqing are just his puppets." He continued slowly: "Now you should understand why we can't let him go." Aji's face was pale.With the reputation and status of Jiangnan Ten Swords, of course he would not intentionally hurt a child.He couldn't help but believe what they said. The old monk said: "Now that you understand, do you still want to save him?" Aji said: "Yes." The old monk's face also changed. Without waiting for him to speak, Aji asked again: "Is he the head of Tianzun?" The old monk said: "Of course not." Aji said: "Who is the head of Tianzun?" The old monk said: "The head of Tianzun is called Tianzun." Aji said: "If someone exchanges the life of the Heavenly Venerable for the life of this child, are you willing?" The old monk said: "Of course I will, but it's a pity that even if we are willing, this transaction will definitely not be possible." Aji said, "Why?" The old monk said: "Because no one can kill Tianzun, no one is his opponent." His voice suddenly stopped, and a strange expression suddenly appeared on his face. At this moment, his mind seemed to have drifted far away. After a long time, he slowly continued: "Maybe there is another person." Aji said: "Who?" The old monk said: "Three..." He only uttered one word, then stopped, and sighed: "It's a pity that this person is no longer alive, so it's useless to say it!" Aji said: "But what's the problem if you say it?" The old monk's eyes seemed to be in the distance again.He murmured: "In heaven and earth, there is only such a unique person, a unique sword, and only his swordsmanship is truly unique through the ages, unparalleled in the world." Aji said: "You are talking about..." The old monk said: "I'm talking about the third young master." Aji said: "Which third young master?" The old monk said: "Cuiyun Peak, Lushui Lake, Xie Xiaofeng, the third young master of the Xie family from Shenjian Villa." Aji suddenly had a strange expression on his face, and his mind seemed to be far away. After a long time, he said word by word: "I am Xie Xiaofeng!" There is only such a person in the sky and on the earth. He is not only an unparalleled swordsman, but also a talented man. Since he was born, no one can match the honor and favor he has received.He is smart, handsome, healthy and strong, even those who hate him cannot but admire him.Everyone knows that Xie Xiaofeng is such a person, but who can really understand him? It doesn't matter if someone knows him or not.Some people are not born to be understood, just like gods. It is because no one can understand God that God can be worshiped and respected by the world. In the eyes of the world, Xie Xiaofeng is almost close to God. Where's Aggie? Aji is just a prodigal son in the world, a useless Aji. How could Xie Xiaofeng become such a person as Aji, but now he wants to say: "I am Xie Xiaofeng!" He really is? The old monk laughed and laughed loudly: "You are the third young master of the Xie family, Xie Xiaofeng?" Aji said: "I am." He didn't smile.This was his secret and his pain. He would rather die than tell it, but now he said it.Because he couldn't let his younger brother die, absolutely not. The old monk asked, "Why?" Liu Kuzhu said: "Because apart from Xie Xiaofeng, I really can't think of anyone else who can take my sword in one move!" The old monk asked, "What about you?" What he asked was the hand of the rich god. The immortal hand did not open his mouth, but his lady's hands were slowly hanging down, and the sharp sword-like nails were also softened. This is already the best answer. With a flip of Xie Xiaofeng's hand, the Kuzhu sword had entered the scabbard on Liu Kuzhu's belt. The younger brother has turned around, facing him, looking at him, with an indescribable strange expression in his eyes. Immortal Fugui patted his shoulder with those lady's hands, and said with a smile, "Did you forget to do something? Forgot to thank the third young master for saving your life?" The younger brother lowered his head, finally walked over slowly, and knelt down slowly. Xie Xiaofeng took his hand, and his tired and haggard face seemed to have light. The younger brother suddenly raised his head again and asked, "You...why did you save me?" Xie Xiaofeng didn't answer, just smiled, as if he was very happy, but also very sad. His smile is still on his face, and the pulse gate of his right hand has been blocked. Being detained by the younger brother, he was detained with the most powerful move of the "seventy-two small grasping hands". At the same instant, Shan Yi leaped up and kicked Xie Xiaofeng with one kick, only to hear a "Zheng" sound, a sword popped out from his wooden feet, and as soon as his figure flew up, the sword was gone. Pierce Xie Xiaofeng's shoulder. This is his second sword. This is really the killer he became famous for! Xie Xiaofeng did not avoid the sword. Because at this moment, he was looking at his younger brother, there was no fear and anger in his eyes, only sadness, disappointment, and pain. Until the sword peak pierced his shoulder, and the blood splashed out, his eyes still hadn't left. At this moment, the swords of Qiu Er and Liu Kuzhu also stabbed towards him, as well as those lady-like hands, Lei Gui's Immortal Soul Searching Hands. Xie Xiaofeng still didn't move, didn't dodge. Although the pulse gate of his right hand was blocked, he still had another hand. Why is he not moving? Could this unparalleled swordsman really be unable to untie a child's grasping hand? Qiu Er's sword is faster than Liu Kuzhu.What he stabbed was Xie Xiaofeng's left knee. The left knee is not a vital part of the body, but it can make people unable to move.His shots were accurate and vicious, if he wanted to hurt Xie Xiaofeng's vitals, he would never miss. They didn't want to kill him right away. Xie Xiaofeng didn't dodge this sword either, the edge of the sword slashed across, and blood splashed on the younger brother's face. Liu Kuzhu's sword followed suit. The younger brother suddenly yelled, let go of Xie Xiaofeng's hand, and pushed him away forcefully, but blocked the dry bamboo sword with his own arm, and the edge of the sword happened to be embedded in his joints. "You're crazy." Liu Kuzhu shouted angrily, drew his sword, but couldn't pull it out. Shan Yifei turned over in the air, the swords in the wooden feet closed and separated, "Swallows fly together". Qiu Er's long sword hung sideways, cutting Xie Xiaofeng's face. The three swords, in three directions, were as fast as lightning and as poisonous as snakes and scorpions. With a sound of "Duo", Qiu Er's sword was suddenly slanted by a force and nailed into Shan Yifei's wooden leg. Shan Yifei suddenly lost his center of gravity, and fell from midair, with a "Gee", his arm was broken, and the sword in his hand disappeared. The dry bamboo sword was embedded by the younger brother, and the younger brother's people were also crucified to death by the dry bamboo sword. The soul-searching hands of the rich gods reached the younger brother's throat and eyebrows again. Suddenly, with a flash of sword light, the lady's ten fingers had been cut off one by one, one after another, falling to the ground dripping with blood. The sword light flashed again, and the blood splashed out again. When Liu Kuzhu fell down with a scream, the younger brother had already flown out of the door. No one chased them out because there were people at the door. Xie Xiaofeng snatched the sword, swung it, cut his finger, stabbed it, and sent the younger brother out of the door with his backhand, blocking the door with his body. Everyone now knows that he is Xie Xiaofeng, with a sword in his hand. When the third young master of the Xie family has a sword in his hand, who would dare to act rashly? Even if he was injured, even if his wound was still bleeding, no one dared to move! It was not until he withdrew for a long time that the old monk heaved a long sigh and said: "It really is the unparalleled swordsmanship in the world, it really is the unparalleled Xie Xiaofeng!" Having been knocked down just now, Zhuyeqing who had been lying on the ground suddenly said: "Swordsmanship is indeed good, but Wushuang under heaven may not be." He sat up slowly, with a smile on his face again. The old monk was not surprised at all, he just stared at him, and said coldly: "Of course Mr. Ye's swordsmanship is also good, why didn't you draw your sword just now and fight him?" Zhuyeqing smiled and said: "I can't compare to him." The old monk said: "Do you know anyone who can compare to him?" Zhuyeqing said: "At least there is one more person!" The old monk said: "Madam?" Zhuyeqing smiled and didn't answer, but asked instead: "Have you ever seen Madam make a move?" The old monk said: "No." Zhu Yeqing said: "That's because even if Madam wants to kill someone, she doesn't need to do it herself." The old monk said: "Who can act for her and put Xie Xiaofeng to death?" Zhuyeqing said: "Yan Shisan."