Chapter 39 Chapter 38 Blaming Jiangdong

The flying ax beggar stared coldly at Venerable Chaotian, and said: "Could it be that your lord believes that these two people were killed by us?" Venerable Chaotian didn't answer, he stretched out his arms and took out a yellow paper card, and said slowly: "Does the benefactor recognize this sticker?" The flying ax beggar and the middle-aged beggar glanced at the paper, their expressions changed completely, they couldn't look back, their faces were full of surprise. The flying ax beggar said in a deep voice: "You also admit that this sticker was sent by Bu Dai Gang. Would you like me to repeat the words left on the sticker?"

He spread out the paper card in his hand, and Sima Qianwu, who was standing next to him, stared at it. He saw a few lines of densely written ink stains on the card, and a big red monogram was drawn on the signature of the next paragraph. Venerable Chaotian read slowly according to the words left on the bundle; "I have heard for a long time that the stone incense burner is a treasure of Buddhism in the world. It was originally owned by Sima Dao. After Sima Yimen was killed, he fell into the hands of the venerable. At the beginning, I had no intention of coveting the treasure, but the stone incense burner was hidden in the temple for the venerable. If the lord wants to recover the lost treasure, he is allowed to wait at Gaowang Waterfall on the day of Xiaoman."

After reading this, he raised his head and said: "The next paragraph does not have a signature, but it has a big red monogram drawn on it. Anyone will recognize that this is a unique mark dedicated to the master of the beggar gang..." When Sima Qianwu heard the mention of his father's name in the text, his heart skipped a beat. He was about to ask a question, but swallowed the words again, deciding to clarify the matter first before speaking. The middle-aged beggar, who has never spoken, said: "Is this letter sent to your temple by the children of my gang?" Venerable Chaotian said:

"The bundle stickers were found by the temple boy in the temple hall on the same day the stone incense burner was stolen. After the poor monk got the report and chased them out, the person who sent the bundle stickers had long since disappeared..." Before the words were finished, the middle-aged beggar swayed suddenly, and bullied him in front of Venerable Chaotian, his palms flashed blurredly, and attacked the opponent's clock. When he swung his palms, Fei Te was extremely fast, and he didn't even make a sound. Venerable Chaotian didn't expect the strange beggar to attack suddenly, he was stunned, he waved his left arm to meet him, his left hand was about to strike but he didn't, his feet staggered, and his body moved two steps sideways towards the ground at the same time.

The middle-aged beggar's hand gesture changed, it was actually more empty than real, as soon as Venerable Chaotian crossed half of his body, the other hand had already been handed over, so he only used his right hand to seal and resist, and responded hastily again, invisibly After suffering a great loss, he felt slight numbness and weakness in his palms and fingers, and his body suddenly retreated a few feet. Standing outside Xunzhang was a calm, middle-aged beggar, who had already snatched the white card— Venerable Chaotian said in surprise: "you you……" The middle-aged beggar glanced at the card in his hand, and said in a deep voice:

"This Cambodian sticker is so forged that it is extremely realistic, and the big red monogram on the signing place is even more lifelike, almost unreal." Venerable Chaotian said: "You said that the stickers are fake, so you can also recognize its authenticity?" The middle-aged beggar said lightly: "Why? The benefactor is..." The middle-aged beggar said: "My surname is Long, and the cursive character is Huatian." Venerable Chaotian took a step back and said: "The benefactor—the benefactor is actually Long Huatian, the current head of the Baggage Gang?"

Even though he said so, his eyes were full of disbelief, and even Sima Qianwu on the side was amazed by it. He never dreamed that the unattractive call Hua'er, who was only in his 30s and 40s, would actually It is the leading leader of the world's number one gang who laughs at himself as a lower-level gang member in his beggar gang. He really judges people by their appearance and loses all their feathers. The middle-aged beggar said lightly: "Don't dare, Long Mou rarely shows up in the Jianghu. Although he has always been close to the Venerable, he has been in love with him for a long time. When I saw him today, I was very disappointed."

Venerable Chaotian's expression changed, and he immediately looked up to the sky and smiled: "Youdao is not as good as being famous, and the poor and the hated also feel the same way." The middle-aged beggar sneered and said: "Your Majesty is known for his profound martial arts and strict precepts, but I still haven't been able to break through the barriers of anger and use the sharpness of words recklessly. It's really pathetic and ridiculous." There was a slight pause in the voice, and he said again: "Although we beggars like to get into trouble and run errands for the martial arts, we will not become the likes of chickens and dogs. As soon as the venerable comes, he insults each other with evil words. Long is not sensitive. Later, I will Learn from the venerable..."

Venerable Chaotian said: "Do you want to deny that the stone incense burner was stolen by the gang of beggars?" The middle-aged beggar said: "Isn't Long's words clear enough?" Venerable Chaotian pointed to the two corpses on the mat and said: "However, how can we explain the sudden death of these two people here?" The middle-aged beggar said: "These two benefactors are Mou Wenqi, the owner of the Moujiaba Dam in the south of the Yangtze River, and Liu Jiajun, the Shanzhuyuan in Shannan. As far as the poor monk knows, they both lost a rare treasure, and then received a beggar's Cambodian sticker. Fang Shi rushed to Gaowang Waterfall, not wanting to lose his life because of it."

The middle-aged beggar said: "Is it because the venerable thinks it is the hand of my gang?" Venerable Chaotian said: "Before the leader of the dragon gang fails to make a strong rebuttal to relieve the doubts in the poor monk's heart, at least the poor monk has such thoughts..." The middle-aged beggar snorted coldly: "Honorable Chaotian's Dafa of intimidating souls and the seventy-two sticks of splitting mountains are among the names I heard. Today, Long must experience it—" His eyes were wide open, and his voice was full of energy, his voice became deep and ruthless, and there was an imperceptible murderous intent, as if he had regarded the other party as a deep enemy.

Sima Qianwu frowned and thought to himself: "As the leader of a gang, Long Huatian doesn't know how to cultivate himself well. If Mou Wenqi and Liu Jiajun hadn't died at the hands of members of the beggar gang, he should not be afraid to explain the misunderstanding clearly. Why does his tone sound like that? So aggressive, blindly forcing Venerable Chaotian to do something?" Although Venerable Chaotian is a member of the Buddhist sect, he has been angered so far. He was going to say something in return, but when he looked back, he was a monk. If he couldn't hold back his anger, it would show that he was too narrow-minded. . On the same day, he said slowly: "Very good, please give me the trick, benefactor." With a backhand shake, the Zen stick was in his hand, and a door was set up. A person next to him yelled! " "Wait a minute!" Venerable Chaotian put away his Zen stick when he heard the sound, and looked in the blink of an eye, the speaker turned out to be the beggar flying axe, one of the five heroes of the beggar gang. Venerable Chaotian said in astonishment: "What else does the benefactor of the flying ax have to say?" The beggar with the flying ax shot a strange light in his eyes and said: "Master, if you are not forgetful, you must remember that you and I were invited by God of Calamity and Chou to come to Mai Mansion in Bijie to support Mai Cross Gun a few months ago..." Venerable Chaotian said: "That was one of the strangest experiences in the poor monk's life, how could he forget it." The flying ax god beggar raised his head and pondered for a while, as if he had made a great determination, he said in a deep voice: "Didn't the master suspect that the professional swordsman came to Mai's mansion with a sword that night to take Mai's life, and retreated hastily before he succeeded? There is something strange in it?" Venerable Chaotian was stunned for a moment, and said: "The benefactor suddenly mentioned this matter, could it be..." The flying ax beggar interrupted: "It can be said that the situation at Gaowang Waterfall today is a continuation of the incident that night in Maifu. If Master can calmly think deeply, he will be able to guess where the conspiracy lies..." Before the words were finished, the middle-aged beggar coughed lightly and said coldly: "You don't need to talk about the past, third child, just step aside." The flying ax god beggar hesitated to speak, with a strange look on his face, he retreated behind the middle-aged beggar. The middle-aged beggar stepped forward, raised his palm obliquely, fixed his eyes on the Venerable Chaotian, and there was a faint murderous intent between his brows. Venerable Chaotian said: "Lord Long can't wait to get rid of the poor monk. I heard that your gang emphasizes the loyalty of the world, and everyone in the gang is a hero. But according to the impression of the poor monk, it is not the case at all. Even the cloth bag The gang leader is nothing more than a person who steals his name and deceives the world." Hearing the words, the Flying Ax God Beggar had a complicated expression on his face, his red eyes seemed to contain endless pain and anger, but he held back and remained silent. On the other hand, the middle-aged beggar looked complacent and unmoved at all. Sima Qianwu saw it and thought to himself: "Although Venerable Chaotian's words are harsh, they are not excessive at all. The leader of the dragon gang is domineering and always forces the opponent to do something. It is easy to make people misunderstand that he is trying to kill people, but as far as I think, the inside story is absolutely It's not that simple, we have to wait for the development of events to prove it." The middle-aged beggar said coldly: "The venerable is chattering endlessly, dare to delay time on purpose?" He repeatedly irritated each other, and the Venerable Chaotian really couldn't hold back his anger, and said: "Since the Long Benefactor is so eager to deal with the poor monk, please ask yourself." The middle-aged beggar stopped talking, waved his wrist, and made a sharp sound of chopping the wind, directly hitting the opponent's lower abdomen, with extremely fierce momentum. Seeing his imposing power, Venerable Chaotian didn't dare to be negligent, secretly gathered his strength, sealed the frame with a horizontal staff, the middle-aged beggar made a wrong step, and his technique changed abruptly, his left palm stretched obliquely like a knife, and was cut upside down. Zhang Jin broke the air attack, the middle-aged beggar Hua Na only wanted a quick battle, and his eagerness to kill the opponent was completely revealed, which made Venerable Chaotian both surprised and suspicious. Seeing the vicious approach of his opponent, he hastily resorted to his unique skills, a move of "Thousands of Armies Breaking Yi", he counterattacked the middle-aged beggar's chest and arm with a straight stick, using offense as defense. The middle-aged beggar Hua Yizhang did not stop, and he turned a blind eye to the power of his counterattack. Venerable Chaotian exerted all his strength and swung his staff to chop. With a "puff" sound, the Zen staff was firmly connected to the arm passed by the other party. His staff was so powerful that it could almost split stones. But when it hit the middle-aged beggar's arm, it was like a blow to the skin, the force on the staff suddenly disappeared without a trace. He was startled suddenly, and for a moment he forgot to change the trick immediately, the stick was a little stagnant, the middle-aged beggar smiled coldly, he clasped his palms together, and a gust of hot wind came out of the sky. It was too late to say it, but it was so fast, the middle-aged beggar only halfway out his palms, and Venerable Chaotian suddenly shouted: "Benefactor Hong hasn't shown up yet, when will we wait?" The middle-aged beggar suffocated his palm, and a strong wind blew behind the rock, and a person came out. I saw that the man was of middle age, with a thick build, an imposing manner, and a short mustache on his upper lip.One can tell at a glance that he is a Yanzhao man, and this person is none other than Hong Jiang, the Flying Tiger who has risen in Shandong Wulin. The middle-aged beggar sneered and said: "Brother Hong has shown up until now, so he must have been hiding and eavesdropping for a long time." Flying Tiger Hong Jiang said with a deep voice: "The gang of beggars who claim to be chivalrous turned out to be a powerful and tyrannical generation. Today, I finally opened my eyes." The middle-aged beggar didn't show any emotion, just sneered. The flying ax beggar said angrily: "Surnamed Hong, please be more verbal!" He blushed and shouted loudly, it was obvious that the resentment in his chest had reached the point of igniting. Hong Jiang cast a slanted glance at him, and said: "It's called the emperor not being angry, and the eunuch being angry to death. You gang leaders don't feel that my words are too exaggerated. Don't you find it harsh?" The flying ax beggar said: "Help him..." The middle-aged beggar waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "shut up--" Turn towards Hongjiang Road: "Honorable's tone is unbearable, but Long has something to say first." Hongjiang Road: "Is there anything for Master Long to ask for advice?" The middle-aged beggar said: "I dare you to come here after you received the invitation from the Beggars' Clan, didn't you?" Hongjiang Road: "Is there any need to talk about this?" The middle-aged beggar said: "We called Hua'er and I don't know what your lord's intentions are? But if you play suspicious tactics and set up this fake situation, what good will it do you?" Hong Jiang was stunned for a while, and said: "You—what do you mean by that?" The middle-aged beggar snorted coldly and didn't answer, Er, suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed. Hong Jiang said angrily: "Why is Lord Dragon laughing?" The middle-aged beggar said coldly word by word: "A mere smile has its own destiny. Your honor knows it well, so why don't you use me to make it clear?" Hong Jiang said loudly: "You'd better stop beating around the bush, otherwise don't blame Hong..." The middle-aged beggar Wei Yan interrupted: "Surnamed Hong, although your actions can teach us to be suspicious and kill each other, but it will always teach us that Hua'er can see through it. This kind of plan to blame Dongwu is really not very wise." Hong Jiang's eyes were burning, and he said sharply: "I can't understand the meaning of your words. Could it be that you want to provoke the Venerable and me to be suspicious of each other in order to fulfill your wish?" Venerable Chaotian looked at Hong Jiang suspiciously, and said: "The poor monk has heard a little truth, and the Long benefactor just can't explain it." The middle-aged beggar said coldly: "Brother Hong has always acted cruelly and violently, killing people at every turn. You think he has sneaked here, murdered Mou and Liu, and then hid aside. Look at Yilong, this beggar gang sticker is probably also your hand. A hoax set up. Hey, am I right?" Hong Jiang was stunned for a moment, then looked around, and saw that Venerable Chaotian was staring at him with a look of surprise and indignation on his face, but at that moment he felt a rush of anger, and shouted: "Your surname is Long! Give me a palm!" Raising his right palm, he hit the middle-aged beggar who was sneering. He slashed out with one palm, and when he gathered his strength, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, his body staggered, Yi Lu retreated a few steps, and fell to the ground with a bang. His eyes were slightly closed, his complexion was pale, his mind was extremely depressed, and he seemed to have suffered serious internal injuries. Venerable Chaotian stared at him in a daze.Sima Qianwu was also suspicious, thinking to himself: "This Flying Tiger Hong Jiang should not be weak in martial arts, why did he fall down before he even made a single move? There must be something wrong with this!" He couldn't help but let out a "Hey". The middle-aged beggar heard the sound and looked back, and said with a sneer: "Boy, what are you screaming for?" Sima Qianwu nana said: "I didn't say anything... it's just... a bit strange..." The middle-aged beggar sternly said: "Strange? Who are you? Why are you here? Oh, I see. Is it because you secretly manipulated and poisoned me? Who are you instigated by?" Sima Qianwu was startled, and said angrily: "Your Excellency is so bloody!" The middle-aged beggar said: "This kid's origin is unknown, and he came here before us. Mou and Liu died suddenly for no apparent reason. I have long suspected that he was murdered by him. Hey! This kid is so young, and his methods are so vicious and cruel. It's really chilling..." Venerable Chaotian frowned and said: "What's the name of the benefactor?" Sima Qian Martial Arts: "Xiao Ke Sima Qianwu, Master—" Venerable Chaotian sized him up and down. Although the other party was young and not very particular about his clothes, he had an indescribable charm and a sincere and simple air all over his body. He had seen countless people in his life. Naturally, he believed that the young man in front of him would definitely not do anything to hurt others. He said slowly: "Does the benefactor have something to defend against the allegations made by the leader of the dragon gang?" Sima Qianwu's eyes moved, stopped on the middle-aged beggar, and said coldly: "In Xiaoke's humble opinion, this self-proclaimed leader of the beggar gang tried to frame others everywhere. At the beginning, he falsely accused Hong Daxia of manipulating a fake situation. Later, when the situation changed, he found Xiaoke on his head. Poison, the biggest suspect is himself—” These words dissect people's subtleties, and they are reasonable, Venerable Chaotian unconsciously nodded slightly. The middle-aged beggar sneered and said: "Boy, you still have to make excuses for the poison you poisoned, go!" The word "go" came out, and his right hand came out quickly, as fast as lightning and flint, Sima Qianwu felt that his pupils were blurred, and before he could dodge in time, he was hit on the shoulder blade by the opponent's palm in the face. In an instant, it was as if a huge boulder was placed on his shoulders, and he jumped back. The middle-aged beggar shook his body, and rushed towards him suddenly, his palms flew in the air, "Tiger", "Tiger" and "Tiger" held several palms, forcing Sima Qianwu to retreat again and again, almost powerless to parry. Sweat stains appeared on Sima Qianwu's forehead, and he sealed the space with his hands, suddenly felt a suffocation in his chest, hurriedly dissipated his internal strength, and let out a sigh of relief. His heart beat wildly, thinking to himself: "Just now I wanted to boost my true energy, but I couldn't do it, and there were clearly signs of poisoning. This poison is so sinister, and I didn't notice it after inhaling it for a long time. The fault must have been discovered in time, and I didn't raise my true strength in vain, otherwise Today, I have no physiology..." The thoughts in his mind turned around, and he couldn't help showing a frightened expression on his face. The middle-aged beggar sneered, struck and swept with both palms, and he had already made seven or eight moves in a blink of an eye. After being slapped firmly by the opponent's palm, his knees suddenly softened and he fell to the ground. The middle-aged beggar raised his palm and aimed at Sima Qianwu's "Xuanji" acupuncture point. Sima Qian's face was like gold paper, he had no power to resist, and he was about to be murdered by him. It was too late to say, but soon, he heard a loud roar: "Wait—" Amidst the sound of drinking, a sharp gust of wind hit the middle-aged beggar's back acupuncture point, the middle-aged beggar's heart trembled, his palms froze, and he turned sideways to avoid it. Looking back, he saw that the person who attacked him was none other than Chaotian Zunde. Venerable Chaotian saw that he was so vigorous, pointed at him and said sharply: "You—you're not poisoned—" Before he finished speaking, he leaned forward and fell to the ground. The middle-aged beggar's eyes were cloudy and uncertain, and he looked at them coldly. After a while, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, muttering to himself: "Malan's poison is unparalleled in the world..." Venerable Chaotian spat out a mouthful of blood on his back, and said, "Who the hell are you?" The middle-aged beggar said coldly: "Leader of the beggar gang, who does His Holiness think I am?" Venerable Chaotian shook his head and sighed: "The poor monk knew that the bag leader is such a sinister villain, so he wouldn't easily fall into your way?" The middle-aged beggar just sneered when he heard the words, the complexion of the beggar who had not made a sound for a long time changed several times in an instant. He gritted his teeth, as if he had made a great determination, and said loudly: "Master, don't listen to his nonsense, he is not at all..." The middle-aged beggar interrupted coldly: "You don't want to die?" Flying Ax God Beggar was stared at by his cold eyes, his body shook like a deflated ball, and he remained silent. In the eyes of the middle-aged beggar, there was infinite murderous intent, he raised his palm slightly, and walked slowly towards Sima Qian step by step, saying in his mouth: "Boy, you intervene in this right and wrong, maybe I have to get rid of you first!" Yuluo raised his palms and took a picture of Sima Qian's Wuding Gate. The Venerable Chaotian and the Flying Tiger Hong Jiang were still too busy to take care of themselves, and even tried to help them, so they could only close their eyes and couldn't bear to look at them. Seeing that the palm of the middle-aged beggar had reached less than two inches above Sima Qianwu's Tianling cover, at this moment of life and death, Sima Qianwu suddenly roared, and pushed his palms up—— Unexpectedly, the middle-aged beggar was taken aback, and subconsciously withdrew his palm and retreated. Unexpectedly, Sima Qianwu's palm was just a gesture of pushing and moving, and there was no palm wind at all. The middle-aged beggar was stunned, then laughed loudly and said: "Stop playing tricks, boy—" Sima Qianwu saw that the other party backed away, the good opportunity was gone, and was about to seize the road to escape, but when he saw a figure flashing in front of him, the middle-aged beggar had stopped in front of him, and was grinning grinningly at him. At this moment, a shout suddenly came from nearby: "stop--" Although the voice was low, it was powerful, and everyone's hearts tensed up. Looking at the sound, a figure appeared behind the rock, walking into the arena with heavy steps, that "chuck" The sound of the footsteps of "chi", like a giant drum on a high mountain, knocked on everyone's hearts one after another. The heart-pounding voice, combined with this person's straight-forward demeanor, formed an indescribably solid and powerful aura. The middle-aged beggar was slightly taken aback, but unexpectedly took a step back involuntarily. The surrounding air suddenly became extremely dignified, and the momentum of the man's advance frightened everyone in the arena. Finally, he stopped five steps before the middle-aged beggar. Sima Qianwu raised his eyes and saw that the man was about half a hundred years old, wearing a white robe and a long sword on his back, but his appearance was very strange. The middle-aged beggar cleared his throat and said: "Who is coming?" The man in white robe's sharp gaze was fixed on the middle-aged beggar all the time, as if there was no one else here.After a long time, he said word by word in a deep voice: "Mai Chai! Don't you recognize the old man?" When Venerable Chaotian and Hong Jiang saw that the middle-aged beggar who claimed to be the leader of the beggar gang's bag bag was actually disguised as a cross-spear Mai Qiao, they were surprised, but felt surprised, surprised, and angry at the same time. Venerable Chaotian said weakly: "Amitabha, in the past, Benefactor Mai was in trouble. The poor monk, Benefactor Hong and others responded to the invitation of the God of Calamity and rushed to Bijie to support. Donor Mai didn't appreciate it. Now he is repaying his kindness with revenge. The poor and the poor are very puzzled. " Mai Zhe grinned grimly and said: "There is nothing in the world, and mediocrity. The master knows that because of the troubles of you, God of Disaster, Lao Chou and others, Pingkong destroyed the old man's original plan. It is ridiculous that Lao Chou and the three monsters of Heiyan did not realize it until they died. Master also If so, what else can I say.” As soon as the voice fell, with a movement of his left hand, he suddenly hit the white-robed man's left rib. This move is extremely insidious, the opponent has no defense at all, it can be said that he can only fall down in response to the palm, it was too late, then soon, Mai Chai's palm was approaching, and the white-robed man took half a step forward , and at the same time the upper body tilted slightly, forming a very strange posture, like a stone statue about to fall. Strange to say, when the man in white robe took half a step forward, an invisible murderous aura immediately filled the audience, causing everyone around him to have a strong reaction! Mai Chai let out a horrified cry, unable to extend his palm any longer, staggered, and fell backwards. He took a breath and said slowly: "Your Excellency is so skilled, can you announce your name without trial?" The man in white robe said lightly: "Old man Sima Daoyuan." He claimed the title, and everyone on the field showed a look of astonishment, and all eight eyes were fixed on him at the same time—— Mai Chai suddenly changed color and said: "Your Excellency, this is just a joke. Who doesn't know that Sima Daoyuan has been dead for a long time, and the old man even witnessed his dead body. If you pretend to be this person, you will definitely not be able to escape from me..." The white-robed man was as calm as ever, and said: "You want the old man to report his name. I've already said it. If you continue to babble and speculate on the old man's identity, don't blame me for being rude." Mai Chai's complexion changed, as if he was about to explode, but when he caught a glimpse of the other party's tall body and standing posture, there was a faint hidden aura of strength, his heart was cold for no reason, and he didn't even say a mocking word I can't speak. Sima Qianwu, who fell to one side, had a turbulent heart, and silently shouted to himself: "I have seen the portrait of my father countless times. If the old man is here, how can I not recognize it? It can be seen that the person in front of me is definitely not Daddy, but why does he pretend to use Daddy's name..." Doubts abounded in his heart, so he couldn't help but glance at the white-robed man twice, only to see that although the man's gaze was as sharp as a falcon's, his expression was very indifferent, as if he was a dead man who couldn't be moved by emotion. Unexpectedly discovering this characteristic of the other party, Sima Qianwu couldn't help secretly marveling, the fault was that he was working hard to get rid of the toxins in his body, so he couldn't help but question him a long time ago. The man in white robe said in a deep voice: "Mai Chai!" He unceremoniously called the other party by his name, with a great sense of contempt. Mai Chai suddenly felt a sense of humiliation, but he was intimidated by the aura of the white-robed man, and instead of being angry, he said with a smile: "What can you do for me, sir?" The man in white robe looked around and said: "The old man will take away the venerable and Hong Jiang. Besides, you must promise me one thing, and that is to swear to heaven that you will never hurt this little brother." Mai Chai's eyes were cloudy and uncertain, he pondered for a while and said: "This makes, you take people away—" Immediately, he swore a poisonous oath, and the white-robed man nodded in satisfaction, picked up Venerable Chaotian and Hong Jiang respectively, and strode away. The heavy footsteps were just like when they came, neither slow nor fast, and there was a faint atmosphere of firmness. After a while, the sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and the figure disappeared. Mai Chai turned around slowly, and said to the flying ax beggar: "He has gone far, you are ready to start." Flying Ax God was stunned, and said: "Didn't you make an oath to promise him not to hurt this baby again?" Mai Zhe grinned grimly and said: "Mai made an oath, but you didn't, hey, why don't you hurry up and make a move?" The flying ax beggar didn't expect him to say this, he hesitated for a while. Mai Chai snorted coldly and said: "You have been poisoned by the old man for many days. If you don't give you an antidote, you will die. How dare you resist?" The flying ax god beggar stared at Mai Chai with his eyes as if about to spew out fire, his anger was already boiling, Mai Chai ignored him and just sneered. Finally, the flying ax beggar sighed in vain, walked slowly to Sima Qianwu, and said in a low voice: "Forgive me for offending." With a movement of his right wrist, he pulled out the steel ax on his back, which turned into a dense white light, and with the sound of "ming" and "ming", he smashed his head at Sima Qianwu. Sima Qianwu sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and practiced kung fu. He had been poisoned by Malan once, and he felt that his physical strength had already been able to resist the poison. When the opponent's steel ax was about to come, he suddenly yelled, and stretched out both hands. Seal the opponent's ax style and jump up at the same time. The flying ax beggar retracted the steel ax in his hand, and jumped to the left. Sima Qian Wu Lang said: "Mai Chai, you didn't expect that I would recover my skills in time, did you?" Hearing that he was full of energy, Mai Chui was shocked and thought to himself: "This kid is really unfathomable. He was able to expel toxins from his body in just a short moment? This fact is really amazing." The Beggar Flying Ax over there also had the same idea. When their minds were turning, Sima Qianwu seized this opportunity and fired five moves in a row with both palms in an instant, attacking the Beggar Flying Ax and Mai Chai separately, and his body followed closely. With a rush, he passed through the gap between the two opponents—— When Sima Qianwu passed by, the Beggar with the Flying Ax had a chance to block him with his axe, but he slowed down the movement of the Flying Ax for no reason, allowing Sima Qianwu to escape quickly. Sima Qianwu had already determined the escape route, and ran straight to the cave behind the waterfall. While running, he thought to himself: "This place is surrounded by wilderness, the target is obvious, and it is easy to be chased by the enemy. Besides, the poison in my body has not completely faded, so I can only support it for a while. It is better to hide in a cave. I just don't know if there are other people in the cave. path?……" At this moment, he has forgotten the mysterious figure in the cave, and he leaps swiftly and runs forward, passing through the double-strand swallowtail-shaped waterfall, and he can't distinguish his fingers. Mai Chai shouted and scolded from outside the cave, Sima Qianwu didn't care whether the other party chased him to the entrance of the cave, but just kept running wildly. After walking for a while, he felt that the space on both sides was getting smaller and smaller, and the terrain became very rugged and winding, like a corridor. He could already feel the situation of this cave. The stone walls are like ghost shadows, which makes people shudder. Suddenly Sima Qianwu touched something on the sole of his foot, and with a "crash", something fell in front of him. Sima Qianwu frowned, lit up the fire and took a look, but saw many skeletons lined up on the stone walls on both sides, emitting phosphorescent light, the number was innumerable! All the skeletons were leaning on the stone wall, forming two rows of skeletons, and there was a terrifying atmosphere. Sima Qianwu couldn't help gasping when he saw this situation. He cautiously stepped forward, observed carefully, and found that the chest ribs of each skeleton had been cracked, as if they had been forcibly broken by internal force during their lifetime. Sima Qianwu thought silently: "The cracks in the sternum of these skeletons are all the same, which shows that this is the use of fatal factors. Who is the killer? He has practiced this insidious kung fu and killed so many people, and every time he strikes, he always It's a palm that cracks the opponent's breastbone and kills him, it's really extremely vicious and cruel." As soon as he thought of this, his chest was filled with passion, and he hated the viciousness of the person who shot him. As his righteous indignation grew, the initial feeling of terror was greatly reduced. Suddenly, I heard the sound of "Duo" coming from the side of the cave. In this quiet space where you could hear the drop of a needle, this strange sound suddenly appeared, which was really chilling! The sound of "Duo" and "Duo" continued to sound, and the sound seemed to be made by a solid and heavy wood beating on the stone ground. With this exciting "snatch".As the voice gradually brightened, a vague black shadow got closer and closer, and finally a person's image appeared. In the haze, I saw this person with long hair reaching the ground, tall and thin, with a blue-gray horse face covered with curly black hair, wearing a phosphorescent red robe, with a string of skulls hanging from his neck In the middle, Guang's ankles were bare, and the heels were covered with layers of thick calluses. Sima Qianwu saw that the other party was dressed in a strange and strange way, and his appearance was violent and vicious, and he felt goosebumps all over his body unconsciously—— He held back his breath, and said silently in his heart: "Who is this person, why is he so evil?" The long-haired man approached step by step, the sound of "Duo" and "Duo" became louder and louder, Sima Qianwu couldn't imagine how the man's bare heels stepped on the ground, how could they make such a loud sound? The long-haired weirdo looked at Sima Qianwu coldly, and suddenly raised his head and laughed wildly, with a faintly fierce and fierce atmosphere in his laughter. When he screamed, his whole body trembled continuously, and the skull hanging around his neck also swayed unceasingly, forming a strange scene. Sima Qianwu was disturbed by the horrific screams and laughter, and secretly gathered all his strength, ready to fight the enemy. The long-haired grotesque screamed a few times, and suddenly turned somersault in the air, and then the laughter stopped, and the previous madness was completely subdued. Sima Qian Wu Ding was sure, and said with an open voice: "Are you a human or a ghost?" As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he himself felt that the question was really meaningless, but at this moment he was amazed at the strange behavior of the person in front of him, and couldn't find anything else to say. The strange man looked up to the sky and gave a strange laugh, saying: "Boy, many people who entered this cave by mistake were terrified to death when they first saw us. You are quite courageous, boy. Instead of being frightened to death, you asked me out loud. In fact, we are human beings. There is no difference between ghosts, as long as you step into this cave, you will surely die at our hands!" Sima Qian Wu Jingtong turned around and said: "You killed all these people?" The long-haired weirdo said: "Didn't we kill and push?" Sima Qian Martial Arts: "Did they just accidentally break into the cave behind Gaowang Waterfall and kill them for you?" The long-haired weirdo said: "That's not necessarily the case. Some people heard that we were hiding here, and they came here specially to find our bad luck. Hehe, except for one of them, needless to say, they are all dead." While he was talking, he kept shouting wildly in his mouth; in addition, his voice and laughter were very dry and harsh, so it was particularly annoying. Sima Qianwu frowned and said: "According to this, your hands are already stained with blood, but so far no one has been able to take your life?..." The long-haired weirdo laughed loudly: "Good question! Do you think you can do it?" Sima Qianwu was speechless, and the strange man replied: "Boy, you might as well keep your eyes wide open and look at the eighty-one-story skeletons in the cave. A few of them are ahead of the cave, and they think that their skills are enough to surpass ours, and they will inevitably die in the end. Haha, don't worry. In a few moments, the hole will be filled with another skeleton—” Sima Qian said in a confused way: "If I was really killed by you, the body will decay after a period of time. How can it be possible to become a skeleton in an instant?" The long-haired weirdo looked at him coldly, and suddenly hissed, and a gust of wind rang out in the darkness, and a group of black shadows flashed through the air. Looking intently, it turned out to be a gigantic goshawk. The goshawk circled over the heads of the two of them, flapping its wings, and suddenly there was a "buzzing" sound in the cave, the long-haired man raised his palms up, and the goshawk flapped its wings and flew to his shoulder to rest. The long-haired weirdo laughed sharply: "Now you should understand, right? As long as you lie down all the time, you will become the delicacy of this giant eagle, the old man, and you will be eaten to pieces immediately. It will be strange if you don't turn into a pile of bones by then ?” His words suddenly stopped, his eyes shot a fierce light, and he said: "Tell me, why did you walk into this cave?" Sima Qianwu said without hesitation: "You probably won't believe it, it's just that people are hunting and have nowhere to escape, so they use this cave as a place of refuge... The long-haired weirdo asked with a little interest: "Who is the person who chased you down?" Sima Qian Martial Arts: "That man is a master of the beggar gang—" the long-haired weirdo said "oh", and said with a cracked smile: "Will you be the target of those self-proclaimed chivalrous beggars? But boy, you can't be considered a good person, ho! ho!" Sima Qian Martial Arts: "Actually, the masters of the Beggar Clan came here because they were coerced by others, and the person who made the envoy was Mai Chai, who is famous for his cross-spear skills." The long-haired weirdo rolled his eyes and murmured: "Mai Chai...Mai Chai...we understand...Boy, you must have something to do with Xie Jinyin, right?" Sima Qianwu was startled, and was about to say what he meant, when the long-haired man suddenly showed excitement, grabbed Sima Qianwu's sleeve, and shouted: "Since Mai Kai appeared nearby, where is Mrs. Midoriya? You said—you said..." There was an uncontrollable tension in his voice, because he leaned closer, and when he spoke, his mouth was frothing, and Sima Qianwu could only smell the fishy smell, making him want to vomit. Sima Qianwu said in astonishment: "Mrs. Green House? I've never even heard of this name. Who is Mrs. Green House?" "She is the number one owner of the Green House in the Water Pond. Few people in the Central Plains martial arts know her name, let alone you, a brat. You can't recognize her when you see her. I was confused for a while, so I asked Yu you……" Sima Qianwu touched his curiosity and said deliberately: "Describe her appearance, maybe I've seen her before." The long-haired weirdo said: "Forget it, Mrs. Green House is so mysterious, even we don't have the confidence to see her real face, boy, what are you? Will you let me see you as soon as I see you?" Sima Qianwu shrugged and said: "Things in the world are very unpredictable. Didn't you just let me bump into you by accident?" The long-haired man said: "How do you call me, boy?" Sima Qianwu said: "Sima Qianwu." When the long-haired weirdo heard the words, a strange expression suddenly appeared on his face. Sima Qian was astonished, and the other party had already yelled at him: "As far as we know, there are not many people with the same surname as Sima in the whole world. Who are you, that old ghost Sima Daoyuan?" Sima Qianwu was stunned for a while, and said: "It's my father." The long-haired monster's face was full of fierceness again, and he suddenly raised his head and let out a scream. The skull hanging around his neck kept shaking with his trembling body, making it a messy and terrifying scene.