novelpro #232 - I just want to beat you to death, or be beaten to death by you! (Please subscribe)
#232 - I just want to beat you to death, or be beaten to death by you! (Please subscribe)
Tonight, there were no stars and no moon.
Only the lights in the dining hall on the first floor of the inn were lit.
The Murong brothers walked on a red carpet paved with 'flesh bodhisattvas'.
Petals were scattered around the red carpet, emitting a faint fragrance, making it seem very elegant.
However, the Murong brothers felt a layer of cold sweat on their backs.
As the cold wind blew, the cold sweat turned into chills that penetrated deep into their skin.
Because they knew very well that the red carpet of the 'flesh bodhisattvas' was not easy to walk on. In their eyes, the red carpet was scarlet, just like the long tongue of a ghost, about to drag them into the Avīci hell.
During dinner, the Murong brothers did not tell Ning Qing about the most terrifying aspect of the Qingni Nunnery's 'flesh bodhisattvas'.
That was, their cultivation required prayer mats, and they liked to make people into 'flesh prayer mats'.
In their words, feeling the sins of the prayer mat beneath them made it easier to calm their minds.
As a handsome young hero, the fairest and most handsome of the Murong family's three generations, he faced a great risk when dealing with these "fairies."
However, the Murong brothers did not stop walking, nor did they retreat in the slightest. The way they held the Azure Moon Saber horizontally at their waists really had the heroic spirit of a valiant warrior.
Unconsciously, he was still influenced by Duan Yun's supreme chivalrous spirit.
He even had the illusion that shouting "I want to be a great hero!" would scare away all the demons.
Thinking of this, the Murong brothers took even bigger steps.
In this cold night, their footsteps were like drumbeats, each step falling into the hearts of the listeners.
In fact, the contest between experts had already begun from the first glance they exchanged.
The "weirdos" in this inn dared to swagger in front of the Murong brothers, didn't that mean they were not afraid of them at all?
And the Murong brothers discussed them with Ning Qing in the inn at that time, could it also be considered that the Murong brothers were not afraid of them?
In short, they couldn't lose in terms of momentum.
The Murong brothers walked into the dining hall.
The air was filled with a faint bloody smell, so that the fragrance of the flowers nearby became a lot greasy.
Where did this bloody smell come from? The Murong brothers had seen it clearly just now.
This was a cannibalistic world.
The Red Devil was outside, and his red hair alone was enough to inspire fear, but in the eyes of the two 'flesh bodhisattvas' and the Bashan Taoist, it was not enough.
Perhaps only the Red Devil with double red pupils could eat at the table, so that was why they were eaten.
There were no Red Devils in the room.
Two 'flesh bodhisattvas' were sitting there, the wrinkles on their bodies like mouths, giving people a huge sense of oppression. Next to them were the Bashan Taoist and his strongman.
The two sides seemed to have reached some kind of agreement, sitting here together waiting for him, which made the Murong brothers a little curious.
You should know that whether it was the 'flesh bodhisattvas' or the Bashan Taoist, they were all extremely eccentric masters who rarely cooperated with outsiders.
"Please sit down."
Said the 'flesh bodhisattva' who had just "eaten the ghost."
The Murong brothers sat down directly, sitting very steadily.
But this could not stop his nervousness.
If it had been a year ago, before he met Duan Yun, the Murong brothers would definitely not have dared to attend this meeting alone in the face of such people.
Since ancient times, there has been a saying in the Jianghu that monks, women, and Taoists should not be provoked.
Here were the most difficult women and Taoists to provoke.
In the past, he would not have been able to deal with the Bashan Taoist alone, or the two 'flesh bodhisattvas' alone.
It could be seen that their skills were very deep, above the Spiritual Illumination Realm. Even in Bashan and Qingni Nunnery, their level was not low.
And he was alone.
But since meeting Duan Yun, in this not-so-long time, he had also undergone considerable changes and made amazing progress.
Yes, Duan Yun's extraordinarily outrageous talent stimulated him, stimulated this genius, so that he also exerted the potential of a one-in-a-million talent in the art of the sword.
His swordsmanship had long taken a step further and was no longer what it used to be.
Even in the face of the four demons in the inn, he had the power to fight.
The reason why he was nervous was because even though he had the power to fight, he could not be sure of victory or defeat. Whether facing the Bashan Taoist or the 'flesh bodhisattva', once he failed, the consequences would be terrible.
He was not Li Feixia, not everyone had the ability to be pressed under the body of the Flesh Venerable for three days and three nights without dying. Once he failed, he was very likely to become the 'flesh bodhisattva's' prayer mat, or the sky lantern that the Bashan Taoist loved to light.
"Young Master Murong, when I first heard of your name, I heard that you were practicing your family's swordsmanship and had some disagreements with your younger sister at home. I didn't expect that when I saw you this time, you had already become a famous hero."
At this time, the Bashan Taoist, who had not spoken, said while drinking tea.
He happened to be sitting in the dark under the lamp, so the Murong brothers could not see the expression on his face at all.
It could be seen that this Bashan Taoist had investigated him!
His sword practice and the matter of his half-sister were only famous within a small circle. This kind of thing was originally not worth the attention of the Taoist from Bashan.
But the other party knew about it.
This also showed that the other party was indeed coming for him.
But he still couldn't figure out why they were coming for him.
Could it be that this Taoist had also changed his temper, didn't like refining pills, and changed his preference for male beauty?
The Murong brothers slightly tightened their buttocks muscles and replied: "Being a great hero is indeed my hobby. I have always loved what I do."
At this time, the 'flesh bodhisattva' on the left could not help but say: "I wonder what Young Master Murong likes besides being a great hero?"
Her voice was also very nice. Coupled with her beautiful face, it was originally very seductive, but together with that fat and grotesque flesh, it gave people a sense of fragmentation and terror.
The Murong brothers replied lightly: "Besides being a great hero, of course I like the sword. After all, I am a one-in-a-million talent in the art of the sword, and also the highest talent in the Murong family in the past hundred years."
When saying this, he looked at the Azure Moon Saber as if he were looking at his lover.
It had to be said that the Murong brothers deserved to be old Jianghu. This sentence not only showed that their swordsmanship was not weak and they were not too afraid of them, but also brought out the Murong family.
Unfortunately, this effect did not seem to be very good, because at this time, the 'flesh bodhisattva' had already laughed, laughing very happily, and said: "Yes, the Murong family still has to rely on Young Master Murong to revive its glory."
This seemed to be a compliment, but in fact, they didn't take the Murong family seriously.
After all, the Murong family had been infinitely glorious, but it could not change the fact that each generation was worse than the previous one.
The Murong brothers suddenly felt a ball of blood burning in their body.
Revitalize the glory of the Murong family, we...
But the next moment, his blood turned cold.
He thought of those younger sisters who had once developed feelings for him and even wanted to make a lifelong commitment, and his blood turned cold.
In fact, being born in the Murong family was also a sin!
But he quickly returned to normal and said very easily: "In fact, I have many hobbies. I wonder what you have invited me here for? You can't just listen to me talk about my hobbies, right?"
The 'flesh bodhisattva's' eyes flowed and said: "Then it depends on whether Young Master Murong is willing to part with what he loves."
"Part with what I love?" The Murong brothers asked in confusion.
"Young Master, if you are willing, this concubine will definitely compensate you double, even ten times."
When saying this, the 'flesh bodhisattva's' tone had become charming.
The Murong brothers were facing a great enemy.
He couldn't bear this weight.
So he said: "I still don't know what you see in me? Is it this knife?"
Thinking that this knife had been stolen before, he couldn't help but feel that this was possible.
The Azure Moon Saber was, after all, a famous knife.
But thinking about it, it didn't feel right, because a famous knife had to meet the right person to exert enough power, and these people were obviously masters who did not lack unique weapons.
The Bashan Taoist opened his mouth and said: "Who dares to touch Young Master Murong's knife? If Young Master is willing, these knives are all to be offered to you."
Saying this, the Bashan Taoist's strongman had untied the huge package on his body and pulled out four knives from it.
There were all kinds of weapons in this package, and some were still stained with blood, which showed that this should have been obtained by the Bashan Taoist after killing people.
This undoubtedly gave people a huge sense of oppression.
Because the Murong brothers had already recognized the extraordinary nature of these four knives.
Especially the one in the middle, which emitted a blood-colored light in the night, was quite conspicuous.
"Blood Shadow Mad Saber!" The Murong brothers muttered.
At this time, the Bashan Taoist picked up the knife and shook it gently.
As a result, the blood shadows of the blade were connected together, giving people a sense of dizziness.
This was undoubtedly one of the most dazzling knives in the Jianghu.
"We who discuss the Tao often like others to listen to us. The owner of this Blood Shadow Mad Saber, Blood Sound, could not disagree with my Tao, so I took his knife."
Taking the knife meant taking the life of someone else. The Bashan Taoist's discussion of the Tao often discussed life and death.
He said this sentence lightly, undoubtedly putting pressure on the Murong brothers.
At this time, the 'flesh bodhisattva' also said with a charming smile: "How can a Jianghu hero not have a beauty to accompany him."
As soon as the Murong brothers heard this, their expressions became solemn.
Did this lump of flesh really covet my male beauty?
The 'flesh bodhisattva' took out a silk scarf and covered her mouth with a smile: "Young Master Murong, don't be nervous. You are still young and don't know how good people like us are. This slave has three houses here, and in each house, there are two beautiful young girls in their boudoirs for Young Master Murong to enjoy at will."
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Saying this, she had already put the three wooden plaques together.
The bodhisattvas of Qingni Nunnery were good at adopting daughters, and the adopted daughters were all beautiful before cultivation. This was something that people in Jianghu knew.
The Murong brothers looked at these knives and these wooden plaques and pondered: "I still don't know what you want?"
At this time, the 'flesh bodhisattva' on the right finally opened her mouth and said: "Young Master, can't you see that we just want your woman."
"Just a woman."
As soon as these words came out, all the hairs on the Murong brothers' bodies stood up, and he asked: "You want my woman?"
You have to say, the way he looked with his hair standing on end was quite intimidating, so that the 'flesh bodhisattva' and the Bashan Taoist were on guard for a while.
"Damn it, you also want to snatch my woman?"
The Murong brothers questioned.
Saying this, his hair showed a hint of green, and his whole face was an expression of endless hatred.
At this moment, he was like a dragon whose reverse scale had been touched, as if he was about to break down and explode at any time.
The 'flesh bodhisattva' and the Bashan Taoist were a little puzzled. They were not afraid of the Murong brothers, but they had heard of the evil swordsmanship of the Green Saber Old Demon.
Who else would dare to snatch the woman of his, the Green Saber Old Demon?
Aren't they afraid of him giving them a knife, wouldn't it be over if it was green all over?
The 'flesh bodhisattva' opened her mouth and said: "Murong brothers, we know that you are not easy to deal with, and we can't offend you and another young hero, so we have given you enough courtesy. But we must have that woman!"
"For her, we can give everything!"
The Bashan Taoist continued: "Young Master is young and affectionate, the old Tao knows it. You and Young Master Duan are doing justice for heaven, and the old Tao also respects you very much. But Young Master should know the principle that some women can't be touched."
"Young Master, aren't you curious why we all want to find her?"
The Murong brothers' heart had begun to sink.
They were not looking for him, but Ning Qing.
Ning Qing was hiding something from him. A simple girl who came out of her home to visit relatives would not cause such a big trouble.
Although he knew that he had been deceived again, the Murong brothers quickly sorted out their emotions.
"To be honest, I am very interested in this matter, but I will ask her about this matter myself, and I don't need you to teach me."
The Bashan Taoist said with a smile: "Then Young Master Murong, are you really going to be our enemy?"
The 'flesh bodhisattva' couldn't help but sneer and said: "Giving you and the old demon Duan face, calling you Young Master Murong, not giving you face, you are just a fart!"
"Do you really think we can't kill you?"
The Murong brothers sat there, suddenly looking terrified and said: "You say that, I am very scared."
The 'flesh bodhisattva's' tone changed again, becoming gentle again, and said: "Young Master is willing to turn back, we still respect you very much."
But at this moment, the Murong brothers suddenly changed the subject and said: "Don't! Since ancient times, good and evil have been incompatible. Sitting here today, the thing I suddenly want to do most is to beat you to death, or be beaten to death by you."
"Is that so?"
The two 'flesh bodhisattvas' smiled even sweeter, with great interest.
At this time, the Bashan Taoist and his strongman turned around and looked at him, smiling and said: "Then come on."
The Murong brothers smiled and held the hilt of the knife and said: "Come on."
The next moment, there were two snapping sounds, and two table legs turned into two lightning bolts and attacked the Murong brothers.
At almost the same time, in a deserted alley on the west side of Xiaochun Town, three drunkards were walking on the road drunkenly.
Their three brothers, the "Three Tigers of Xilin Mountain", were, after all, heroes in the Jianghu, the kind who didn't pay for drinking.
So they had just been beaten up by the hotel owner and his men, with bruises all over their faces.
But even if the Second Tiger of Xilin Mountain had been beaten to the point of vomiting blood, it still couldn't stop them from whoring.
What comes from whoring is fragrant!
Even if they were beaten to death alive, they would still say this.
Their "Three Tigers of Xilin Mountain" had a little reputation in the Jianghu, all thanks to their desperate whoring.
People in the Jianghu are most afraid of being mediocre and having no characteristics.
The Second Tiger vomited blood while vomiting wine and said: "Let's continue to drink at that house tomorrow."
"Okay, if we don't drink until the boss kneels down and begs for mercy, we are not the Three Tigers of Xilin Mountain."
"Big brother, third brother, I'm afraid my body won't be able to take it anymore. If the boss beats me to death tomorrow, remember to continue whoring with the compensation money. We can't let the reputation of our Three Tigers of Xilin Mountain fall."
The Second Tiger instructed.
"Second brother, if you can't take it, go in peace. How can we forget this kind of thing? Remember to go down and have a good life with the fourth brother, fifth brother, and sixth brother."
When they first entered the martial world, they were known as the Six Tigers of West Forest Mountain.
Just then, Second Tiger suddenly said, "Listen, what's that sound?"
This alley doesn't house many people; it's always quiet because it's rumored to be haunted, and few dare to come here.
Hearing Second Tiger's words, the other two tigers became serious.
"Second Brother, are you drunk and hearing things?" Third Tiger couldn't help but ask.
"I wouldn't be mistaken. Perhaps I'm close to death, getting closer to the things of the underworld, so I can hear them talking," Second Tiger said.
At this, most of the alcohol-induced bravado vanished from Great Tiger and Third Tiger, replaced by a chill.
At that moment, they truly heard some sounds.
Suddenly, the sound of a suona horn blared, shaking the dilapidated windows in the alley.
Then, a rain of flowers fell from the sky, with silver light flashing.
Swish, swish, swish!
Before they knew it, about twenty white-clad figures emerged in the alley, waving their hands, causing the long swords in their hands to fly into the air, forming a line.
"The Second Branch of the Yellow Mountain Sword Sect respectfully welcomes the Six Swords of Yellow Mountain!"
Immediately afterward, six people stepped onto their swords and soared into the air.
Among the six, five wore flowing skirts. From where the West Forest Mountain Tigers stood, they could even see the underwear beneath their skirts.
The next moment, the sound of the suona horn reached its peak, and the Six Swords of West Mountain stood high above the alley, their sword aura chilling and their demeanor elegant.
Upon hearing "Six Swords of Yellow Mountain," the West Forest Mountain Tigers trembled.
Because those were the famous Yellow Mountain swordsmen of the martial world, true experts.
But the West Forest Mountain Tigers were somewhat dumbfounded. How did five of the Six Swords of Yellow Mountain become women?
At this moment, the square-faced woman at the lead spoke, "The Six Swords have been drawn; tomorrow will be the Old Demon's death!"
Old Demon?
Which Old Demon?
The West Forest Mountain Tigers couldn't help but shudder.
Because only three words came to their minds—Old Demon Duan.
In the Wangchun City area, all sorts of people mingled, and demons were everywhere, but the most notorious one was Old Demon Duan, who left a fearsome reputation on the Burial Mountain!
Old Demon Duan's whereabouts are mysterious. Could he still be in the Wangchun City area?
Are the Six Swords of Yellow Mountain going to challenge Old Demon Duan?
No, we can't just freeload tomorrow!
Even if we die, we must find an excellent spot to watch the excitement!
I caught a cold these past two days, and I've been feeling sleepy after taking medicine, so the update is a bit late. Please forgive me, heroes.