Virtue is Abundant

"Friend, why hide your head and show your tail? Come and talk about it."

Wu Xiaode's voice spread far and wide.

No one responded.

"With such a heavy murderous aura, do you think you can hide it?"

Wu Xiaode snorted coldly, jumped over the fence in a flash, and looked around vigilantly.

A cold wind blows.

The streets outside were empty and no one could be seen.

without warning—

Boom!

Thunder exploded in the clouds.

Wu Xiaode suddenly flashed sideways.

A sniper bullet flew past his cheek, hit the tree behind him, passed through the tree, and shot into the plaque on the second floor of the martial arts hall.

Xiao Shi screamed.

Qian Mingkui said loudly, "Fuck, my family's plaque - what's the situation, Brother Xiaowu?"

Wu Xiaode turned his head slowly and glanced at the martial arts hall.

I saw two lines of characters engraved on the pillars on the left and right of the entrance of the martial arts hall:

"Treading snow without trace to find plums"

"Linfeng intends to ask the moon to come"

On the second floor of the martial arts hall, there is a plaque:

"Nine Wonders of the Tianshan Mountains"

The sniper bullet just shot into the plaque, leaving a big hole that kept spreading.

Click, click—

Wow!

The plaque broke in the middle and fell to the ground.

Then the rain in the sky finally fell.

The heavy rain gradually made the ground muddy, and the plaque was splashed with mud and water. Qian Mingkui hurried to clean it up, but only picked up a few pieces of broken wood.

Wu Xiaode was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face gradually distorted.

Only to hear him say in a hateful voice:

"If you come here to kick the pavilion openly, I won't say anything, but if you use a hidden weapon to destroy the plaque of my house, it's not authentic..."

"Xiao Wu."

"I'm here, senior."

"Do you mind if this seat uses your name to kill someone?"

"I don't mind, senior; please feel free, senior."

"it is good!"

Wu Xiaode slowly drew out his long knife, jumped down, walked swaggeringly to the center of the street, and stood still.

He took a deep breath and roared:

"I am the head of the school of searching for plums in the snow!"

"The one who destroyed my plaque, come out and make a statement, this seat has resolved this grievance with you!"

His voice resounded through the entire street like thunder, and the echo lingered for a long time.

No one responded.

Between heaven and earth, only the sound of "rustling" rain can be heard.

Wu Xiaode was already wet, but he stood still, and the murderous aura on his body increased layer by layer.

finally-

The end of the street.

A middle-aged man in a suit appeared.

He walked across to Wu Xiaode and applauded, "Few people can escape the sneak attack of a sniper rifle. Your ability is indeed not small."

"Finish your words." Wu Xiaode said expressionlessly.

"I'm here because a big man loves talents. Let me tell you, you didn't accept yesterday's conditions, and today's conditions have changed again."

The middle-aged man looked shrewd and capable, and continued: "Today's conditions are—"

"All of Xia Huilan's scientific research results belong to us. You have to come and work hard. In this way, the two of you can live."

Wu Xiaode tilted his head unexpectedly and said silently, "Boy, I only kill people. You will answer your own business."

"Okay, let me talk-"

Wu Xiaode said, "Who is behind you?"

"You come here to serve your life faithfully, and you will know sooner or later." The middle-aged man said.

Wu Xiaode said impatiently: "You guys are so annoying, you don't even dare to reveal your name. This kind of behavior will never be on the table, and it will never be able to deal with the Zhao royal family. Do you know why?"

"—Because you don't even dare to be upright."

"Yes, you are a group of mice in a stinky ditch, and you still want me to be your dog?"

The middle-aged man said coldly, "Wu Xiaode, you are courting death, you must know—"

Before he could finish speaking, an electronic sound suddenly came from his arms.

The middle-aged man took out his mobile phone and connected it.

An old voice sounded:

"Open the hologram, I want him to know what the world is like."

"Yes."

The middle-aged man pressed on the phone.

The phone suddenly projected a holographic image of a gray-haired old man on crutches.

He was sitting comfortably on the sofa, surrounded by six beautiful maids serving him.

One woman cooks tea, the other holds a cup, the other knelt on the ground and pinched her feet, the other rubbed her shoulders behind her, the other held a jade fan and gently fanned it, and the other carefully peeled the grape skins and fed the crystal clear grapes into the mouth of the elderly. .

The old man looked at the screen and said kindly:

"Xiao Wu, don't be the guardian of the royal family. Come and help me. I promise you will have endless blessings in the future."

"Who are you?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"The Imperial Military Department, Commander, Ge Lengshan." The old man said.

"Where are you?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"On your head," the old man said.

"On your head?" Wu Xiaode looked up at the sky.

A cloud of lead obscures everything.

Maybe above the clouds, what kind of aircraft is there?

"Xiao Wu, are you going to die on the street like a dead dog, and the body is thrown into a stinky ditch; or are you going to come and do things for me and enjoy the prosperity?"

"I will always look down on you until you make a choice." Ge Lengshan said.

Wu Xiaode grinned, showing his white teeth and said, "Why don't you come down and tell me in person?"

"Poor child, you are too young and immature to understand an important matter in life." Ge Lengshan shook his head.

"I'm all ears." Wu Xiaode said.

"Human beings are born with classes. This is the essence of our species - child, it's like when you look at me, you have to look up, and when I see you, you only need to look down." Ge Lengshan said.

"Maybe you were born many years earlier, did many great things, and know more than me, but there is one thing you got wrong." Wu Xiaode said.

"what?"

"No matter how high your class is, you are still the same as an ordinary person like me."

"Same?"

"Look, you only have one life. Since you want my life, we will fight for it. If you die, you will have nothing." Wu Xiaode said with a hand spread.

Ge Lengshan laughed and said, "When a man is angry, his blood splatters five steps? That's all an ancient thing. Now I'm in the sky, and you're only in the mortal world, and you'll never be able to come to me."

"yes?"

"Yes, answer me now, do you come to work for me."

"Not coming."

"Then die," said the old man, ignoring him, smiling and nodding at the beautiful maid beside him, "Today's tea was brewed well."

Wu Xiaode stood still, then suddenly raised his hand to draw a knife, and slashed out in front of him.

Swish!

A sniper bullet was volleyed in half, dragging a long, flying gray line across the walls on both sides of the street.

He held the knife still, and said silently:

"Finished?"

"It's over." Wu Xiaode said.

Zu Ling's tone seemed to carry a hint of appreciation: "Boy, today you completed my commission and promised to take care of my descendants in the future, so I will preach on behalf of others and pass on a sword technique to you."

"There is a saying called 'sword and sword'."

"This word refers to two types of weapons, among which the knife is actually used in this way."

"It's good-"

The long sword was retracted, put back into its sheath, and suddenly pulled out and slashed hard!

But when I saw a golden light fly out from the blade, dragging a dazzling thin line on the street, it swept a distance of several thousand meters in an instant, and hit a room in a building two streets away.

The blood instantly stained the window red.

The window glass fell down, revealing the sniper rifle in the room and the corpse that was cut in two.

A beautiful line of blood splashed out from the snow-white wall.

The sniper is dead!

Ancestral Spirit stood in the center of the street and taught earnestly: "The sword shines through the blade, slashing the sky and cutting the ground, no matter how much you dodge, it is only a ray of dead soul on the edge of my blade, this is the use of the sword, remember. "

"Yes, senior."

Wu Xiaode looked at the hologram.

I saw Ge Lengshan, the commander of the Imperial Military Aircraft Department, who was leaning on crutches, did not change his expression, and even had a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Ge Lengshan took a sip of tea and said gently, "Naive child, since I dare to show up, it proves that your life is already in my hands. Do you really think you can survive?"

"We might as well make a bet." Wu Xiaode said.

"What are you betting on?"

"If I survive today, you will die; if I die in your hands, naturally I will no longer be able to care about Xia Huilan's affairs. She belongs to you."

"I've already won." Ge Lengshan said lightly and made another gesture.

As soon as his gesture moved, the ancestral spirit on Wu Xiaode immediately felt it.

"Murderous intent... I sensed a rather terrifying force that should be able to raze this area to the ground." Zu Ling said.

"Want to escape?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"I don't have much time to stay, boy, listen carefully!"

Zu Ling shouted: "Don't let the fear of life and death interfere with your sword intent, keep calm and forget yourself. Next, I will teach you this set of sword techniques for others—"

He controlled Wu Xiaode's body, and stood on the spot with a bent knee and a lunge, holding the handle of the knife with his hand, and lowered his head.

Qian Mingkui was lying on the wall of the martial arts hall, and he saw that the second monk was confused, but he felt a burst of heart palpitations, and he held back when he tried to speak a few times.

There was silence all around.

He just heard Wu Xiaode sing softly: "You buried the mud under the spring, and I will send it to the world with snow all over my head."

He was shocked all over, and a swirling cold wind suddenly exploded under his feet, wrapping all the raindrops around him, and swirling and spreading in all directions.

Boom—

The long sword was unsheathed, and the body of the sword exploded with a thunderous sound.

Wu Xiaode held the knife in one hand and waved it into a jagged afterimage.

I saw streaks of golden light condensed into lines, shot up from the bright sword lights, and slashed towards the depths of the sky.

Everything is over in an instant.

Chong!

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The unstoppable wind blew in, lingering around Wu Xiaode, and he did not go away for a long time.

He held down the hilt of the knife and said silently in an instructive tone:

"As described in the poem, there are two types of swordsmanship, which are taught by gods and people, and their power is endless. It should not be passed on lightly unless there is a great opportunity."

"The style just now was 'You buried the mud and crushed the bones'."

"As for the second style, 'I'll send the world to the world with snow on my head', you can't bear the appearance of this sword, and if you cut it out, you will suffer the crime, so keep it in your heart for now, and use it after your soul power has greatly increased."

"Boy, I want to teach you that since you are willing to protect the old school of Taoism, the old man is not a stingy person."

"The green hills will not change, the green waters will flow, farewell!"

When the voice fell, Wu Xiaode suddenly found that he had regained control of his body.

The Book of the Undead floated aside, and lines of ice crystals exuding cold white air continued to appear on the pages:

"The body has finished the last sync."

"The ancestral spirit broke away from your body and returned to the spiritual world."

"You got the last teaching from the ancient ancestors."

"You begin to master the secret flow of the Dao of the Blade of unknown origin—"

"Walking alone in the wind and snow."

"On the occasion of this fateful meeting, you have acquired a mysterious sword technique."

"You begin to master the pre-knife skills of this sword technique. If you practice diligently, you will enter the hall on the sword technique."

Wu Xiaode carefully identified and found that all kinds of pictures of fighting with knives appeared in his memory.

These were all taught to him by that ancestral spirit.

Just like when I had to teach the iron fist.

but-

What exactly did that ancestral spirit cut off just now?

In the torrential rain, he held down the long knife and looked up at the sky.