Chapter 118 115: Xuanyue Sect, going on a mission
It’s late at night,
In a remote courtyard.
The high courtyard walls blocked the light of the lights, but they could not block the noisy fighting,
There are strange-looking people on the grass, in the attic, or on the stage, drinking, playing, or crying and howling along with the sound of drums. There are also monkeys who eagerly put their arms around the dancers, raising and lowering their hands without any scruples.
From a distance, it looks like a group of demons dancing wildly!
When Zhou Wu stood in front of the door, he couldn't help but frown. When he pushed the door open and saw the scene of the dancing demons, his frown deepened.
Even though there were countless random people gathered in Wenxiang Temple, no one dared to mess around in front of him. There had been precedents before, and the unruly person was slapped to death by his palm.
But at this moment, he still held back.
Stepping forward, avoiding all kinds of unhappiness, he walked deep into the courtyard and saw a woman in the living room.
She should be a gentle woman, with a dignified appearance, soft eyes, a slight smile on her lips, and two small dimples when she smiles.
Seeing Zhou Wu coming, she chuckled and asked: "The master of the temple seems to have a bad face, but the people in Tingfeng Tower are not easy to use?"
“They work great!”
"That's because my subordinates make you feel unhappy, but you should know that people in my Xuanyue Sect have always believed that life is short, and you should do whatever you want and enjoy yourself.
They seem to have no formal appearance, but when they help you kill people, they will fight for their lives without fear of life or death. ”
As soon as he said this, Zhou Wu's expression softened. He paused for a moment and asked, "I heard that Ba Zong sent someone here?"
The smile on the woman's face faded: "So what? He's just a tyrant, and I won't be afraid of him."
"In that case, I'll leave it to the saint to handle this matter."
"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, but the master of the temple must not forget his promise to my Xuan Yue Sect."
"It's my turn to do what I said, so I won't break my promise. Don't worry."
At this point in the conversation, both parties had said everything they needed to say. Zhou Wu left slowly, walking through all kinds of unhappiness again without squinting.
The saint looked at his leaving figure, the smile on her face faded slightly, and her eyes became more gloomy.
But when she turned her eyes slightly and saw the men in the courtyard, she put a smile on her face again.
If you look at it from a higher place at this time, you can seem to see the vague and non-existent breath rolling in the courtyard, covering the entire courtyard, making outsiders unaware.
……
Of course, for a sect as powerful as Hu Sha Pavilion, it is impossible to be the only one powerful.
The hundreds of inner sect disciples, thousands of outer sects, as well as deacons, elders, heads, and even the powerful men of the previous generation all require huge resources and money to continuously support them,
From this, the tentacles extended by the sect will involve all areas of society, and will also expand to almost all areas in Tianquan County.
There are even specially organized caravans that will travel to other counties or foreign mansions to exchange information.
Furthermore, when a signboard is erected, countless people will naturally try their best to get close to it. Even if they just have some connections and a name, they can keep themselves safe.
But when Husha Pavilion was almost wiped out and its strength was greatly reduced, these extended tentacles were in bad luck.
There is no fairness in this world, and there are no business rules.
Once you are sure that you have no backstage or background, you don’t know how many people will pounce on you and bite your flesh and blood.
Therefore, the loss of Husha Pavilion is not the death of the disciples, elders and leaders of this mountain, but the continuous collapse of this huge system.
Without the wealth and supplies provided by these people, even if Husha Pavilion is still there, even if they still have innate strong men, they are already at the end of their game.
They are no longer the third-ranked martial arts sect in Tianquan County, and they cannot have any impact on Yunya Sword Sect and Wenxiang Temple.
They even have to worry about a more powerful force targeting Husha Pavilion.
You can imagine how much suffering Husha Pavilion is experiencing nowadays.
But these are no longer the main conflicts in Tianquan County. Without the buffer of Husha Pavilion, the time has come for the real life-and-death battle between Yunya Sword Sect and Wenxiangguan.
At this point, even Chu Zhou could not stay out of the matter.
Zhou Wu assigned him many tasks and asked him to travel around Tianquan County.
……
A few days later,
Night,
The top of the barren mountain.
A bonfire is about to burn out, and people are sitting on both sides of the bonfire.
Chu Zhou sat aside, randomly picked up a piece of firewood, and fiddled with it, hoping to make it burn brighter.
On the other side, there was an old man with gray hair and cloudy eyes, but his clothes were gorgeous and the sword in his hand was dotted with many gems.
"Little baby, it's not easy for Xuanzhen to realize that you are such a genius, surrender!"
"When Meng Gongyi died in my hands, he didn't even dare to say this. Are you more powerful than him?"
"He needs to call me uncle. Back then, I taught him a lot of sword skills.
Little baby, please don’t mistake Yunya Sword Sect as Wenxiang Temple. Our background is beyond your imagination. ”
"Your so-called background is to let old people like you come out to fight life and death?"
"Haha, do you think an old man like me would make a profit if I were replaced by a young man like you?"
"I think this is sad!"
"It seems you are determined?"
"Tonight, I have said a lot, let's end it soon."
"In this case, we can only fight."
Choking! The long sword was unsheathed, and the extremely pure Qi turned into sword Qi, and the bonfire was extinguished instantly.
In the dark night, the bloody sword light was like a storm, spreading outward in circles and turning into a huge tornado, seeming to shatter everything.
In the center of the tornado, there was only the earth-shaking sound of punch after punch, like a drum beating, turning into shock waves one after another, spreading outward,
The sword energy tornado was activated, bulging and shrinking, just like the beating of the heart of a giant beast.
Every time it hit, there was a shock within a radius of hundreds of meters or hundreds of meters. Wherever it passed, all the rocks, grass and trees were turned into powder.
After another long stalemate over a cup of tea, the old man's face turned red and he let out a roar.
The sword in his hand was pointed directly at Chu Zhou, and he pressed the hilt of the sword with one palm after another. The powerful true energy surged in like real substance.
——Unparalleled sword skills, penetrating the sun!
For a moment, more than a dozen red sword beams shot out from the sword energy tornado, seemingly poking out seventeen or eight holes in everything in sight.
But all these are not as good as the word 'scold' that Chu Zhou opened his mouth and spit out!
A streak of red and white sword light came out of his mouth and soared into the sky in an instant. Wherever it passed, any sword light or tornado was cut in half.
Also chopped into pieces was the old man holding the sword on the other side of the bonfire.
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A sword fell from his hand. The old man seemed a little confused. He looked at Chu Zhou and moved his lips a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but he finally fell to the ground softly.
With a bang, he split in half, split in two from the middle, and blood stained the ground red.
Chu Zhou sat down again and gestured in mid-air for a while. The light blue light formed a complicated pattern until the last stroke was completed.
With a 'bang' sound, the flames spontaneously ignited out of thin air, and a fire crow sprang out, vibrating its wings and flying around.
It flew over the bonfire, and the flames dripping from its wings rekindled the bonfire, then circled and screamed non-stop.
"It's done!"
Chu Zhou clenched his fist and waved it, looking indescribably happy. He seemed to be happier after using this technique than when he killed an innate warrior.
……
More than ten days later, another place,
Halfway up the mountain, on a narrow road.
Chu Zhou looked down into the distance, his eyes flashing, and he could vaguely see a man in black with a sword approaching, very fast, flashing among the treetops and rocks.
Chu Zhou looked behind him again. The mountains were leveled out into terraced fields, with many herbs planted and a few thatched huts dotted around them.
This is a medicine field, a place specially opened by Wenxiangguan in the mountains to grow various medicinal herbs.
Everyone knows that wild herbs are more effective, but there are so many of them that it is impossible to supply them from the wild alone.
Therefore, all major sects must have their own medicine fields and even animal gardens for taming spiritual beasts.
Now, Chu Zhou is stationed in this medicine garden to prevent attacks from the Yunya Sword Sect. He originally thought that this task was good and would be cleaner,
But who knew that not long after arriving, the attackers came.
"Alas..."
Sighing, Chu Zhou also accepted his fate. He gestured casually, and with a little flash of magic power, he finally completed the outline after failing twice.
At the moment when the technique was formed, the air above the mountains and earth suddenly turned cold, and the diffuse water vapor turned into white mist, rolling up into the sky.
In just a moment, the foot of the mountain was already shrouded in fog.
The man in black inside was screamed by the strange fog, and Chu Zhou plunged into it.
After a while, in addition to the screams, there were more screams.
Until a moment later, a sword light shot out of the sky, flashing like a meteor, breaking through the fog.
When he saw it again, there was already another person standing on the treetop holding a sword. He looked back at the mist, listening to the screams, and a flash of fear flashed in his eyes.
After just a slight hesitation, he left without hesitation. People followed the sword, and the sword followed the person, very fast!
……
Anyue City,
An underground bank somewhere.
"The Huang family and the Huang Ming group, using the business deed of their own restaurant as a basis, can borrow a thousand taels of silver for a period of three months, leaving nine times and returning thirteen times, is it okay?"
"Prepare, prepare money, enter the account!"
"Yes!"
"Li Degui of the Li family can borrow three thousand taels of silver based on the land deed of a thousand acres of fertile land for one year, leaving nine times and returning home thirteen times. Is it okay?"
"The land of the Li family is all cultivated. Three thousand taels is too much, so we only give one thousand, five hundred taels for half a year, nine out and thirteen out.
That’s it, let’s discuss it again…”
"Yes!"
Under the curtain, Chu Zhou sat there, looking at this busy scene, his expression was a little uneasy.
It’s okay to let him go out to fight and kill, but let him come here to watch the scene?
What is this thing called? !
However, Chu Zhou also knew that this was the largest underground bank in Tianquan County and one of the most important industries in Wenxiangguan.
The money stored in it accounts for at least half of Wenxiangguan's liquid money. It really needs to be looked after by someone powerful.
If Chu Zhou hadn't completed his tasks beautifully these days, even an innate warrior would have died or escaped in his hands. It is estimated that this good job would not be his turn.
However, sitting there, for just a moment, he ignored the money in the room and carefully thought about the situation in Anyue City in the past month.
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