The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Huangfuyan and Huangfuxi were standing not far from them.

Huangfu Xi was still covering his heart, but his eyes were not idle. He kept staring at Lin Manqing, slyly and with a lustful look.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Li Muchen said.

Huangfuyan looked Li Muchen up and down and saw no traces of martial arts training, so he couldn't help but feel suspicious.

"Young man, do you know that this name is very dangerous now? If you impersonate it, someone may die." Huangfuyan warned.

"If you don't pretend, people will die." Li Muchen

Huangfuyan was stunned and didn't understand what this sentence meant.

"Hmph, I don't want to talk nonsense with you. If you are Li Muchen, hand over that sword. Everything else has nothing to do with me."

"What if I don't give it?"

"Then you will have no choice but to die. I said, this name is very dangerous and can kill people."

After saying that, Huangfu Yan's clothes moved without any wind.

His hand shook, and the long leather bag in his hand fell to the ground, and there was a sword in his hand.

The sword intention is condensed, and the sword body actually has a faint aura.

This is the ancient swordsmanship, which belongs to the lineage of ancient swordsmanship.

Because sword cultivation is secretive, true swordsmen are mostly casual practitioners in Xuanmen and do not form sects. On the contrary, the ancient swordsmanship evolved from them is passed down in many Chinese sect families. The Japanese swordsmanship also evolved from this.

Huangfu Yan's sword intent was condensed and already quite powerful. In terms of martial arts, he is also above the master. It's just that he doesn't cultivate the martial soul, but the sword spirit.

The spiritual energy flowing faintly on the sword is equivalent to the martial soul of the warrior.

Murderous aura overflowed from the sword, and the surrounding air was filled with chill. The midsummer season seemed to have suddenly entered winter.

Huangfu Xi said: "Grandpa, don't kill that woman, I want her to be my wife!"

Huangfuyan said in a deep voice: "What kind of wife do you want to be? It's someone else's worn-out shoes, so you don't feel ashamed!"

Huangfu Xi said: "I'll just be my wife for a few days, and then I won't let her go when I get tired of it. What does it matter?"

Huangfuyan hated the fact that iron cannot become steel, but in the end he still couldn't bear to scold his grandson and said: "Okay, but you can only play with it, you can't take it home."

Huangfu Xi said impatiently: "I know."

At this time, many people were already watching.

Some of them were the people in the restaurant just now. When they heard the name Li Muchen, they were stunned for a while and then chased him out one after another.

There were also some warriors who were passing by. The strong murderous aura attracted them, and they knew that this master of swordsmanship was a master among masters.

"Isn't this Huangfu Yan, the old man of the Huangfu family?"

"Yeah, it's true. Why do you look so familiar? The Huangfu family has always been very low-key. Why did they come to Zhumen Town?"

"Huangfuxian from Yuzhang is a branch of the Huangfu family. Huangfuxian was killed by Li Muchen, and the Huangfu family must have come to settle the score."

"Huangfuxian seems to be at the pinnacle of martial arts. If Mr. Zhu hadn't been here, he would have been the first grandmaster in East China. Is there anyone in the Huangfu family who is stronger than Huangfuxian?"

"You don't know this. The Huangfu family inherits ancient martial arts and swordsmanship, which is different from ordinary warriors. Huangfu Xian is so awesome that he has to keep his head down when he returns to his hometown in Minglu. This Huangfu Yan should be Huangfu in terms of seniority. Xian's clan uncle, I heard that his swordsmanship is extremely high, and ordinary masters cannot catch his sword."

"So powerful? Then who is the young man opposite him?"

"I was eating with this guy in a restaurant just now. I heard him calling himself Li Muchen, but I don't know whether it's true or not."

"Isn't it fake? Isn't Li Muchen fierce? Why does he look so gentle? Who is the girl next to him? She is so beautiful!"

……

The murderous intent is getting stronger and stronger.

Facing Huangfu Yan, who was at the pinnacle of ancient martial arts, the sword in his hand was just the sword intent and murderous intent, making it impossible for anyone to get close to him.

Except for masters who are half-step master or above, everyone else can only retreat far away.

Huangfuyan slowly raised his sword.

"Li Muchen, since you are unwilling to hand it over voluntarily, then I have no choice but to look for it on the dead. There are many people waiting for you on the road to hell, and I believe you will not be lonely."

Suddenly, the sword intention was activated, the human sword merged into one, and it slashed towards Li Muchen.

With this sword, heaven and earth were eclipsed.

People's breathing stagnated, as if time stopped and space solidified.

Even if you are far away, you can still feel the fear of death coming.

Li Muchen stretched out two fingers and pinched them lightly.

This nearly devastating murderous intention suddenly disappeared.

The tip of the sword was sandwiched between Li Muchen's fingers.

Huangfuyan leaned forward and maintained his sword-cleaving posture, his face full of horror and disbelief.

Li Muchen flicked his fingertips, and with a crisp sound of metal breaking, the sword in Huangfuyan's hand broke into two pieces.

Huangfuyan's body flew backwards, fell heavily to the ground, slid backward along the cement floor, and hit a light pole on the side of the road with a bang.

"How is it possible? How is it possible?..." He looked at the broken sword in his hand and murmured.

This sword has been with him for more than seventy years, and he has finally developed a sword spirit. A dozen of skills are all in the sword.

Unexpectedly, it was pinched off by the opponent with just two fingers!

For a sword cultivator, when the sword spirit dies, the body dies as well. If the sword he had refined all his life was destroyed, he would be no different from a dead person.

Huangfuyan spit out a mouthful of blood and pointed at Li Muchen: "You...you...are...you?"

"It seems you were the one who said it just now. The name Li Muchen is very dangerous and can kill people."

After Li Muchen finished speaking, he flipped his wrist and the broken blade at his fingertips turned into white light and flew out, piercing Huangfuyan's throat.

The onlookers from near and far were dumbfounded.

Suddenly, the crowd dispersed like a flock of frightened birds.

In an instant, the crowded streets became empty, so quiet that you couldn't even hear the wind.

"Grandpa!" Huangfu Xi shouted, breaking the silence on the street.

He threw himself on Huangfu Yan and shouted loudly.

"Grandpa! You can't die! Grandpa..."

Huangfu Xi turned around and saw the backs of the man and woman walking hand in hand on the street of Zhumen Town.

He pointed at their backs and cursed angrily: "Li Muchen! You couple of bitches! The Huangfu family won't let you go! I'm going to kill you! Kill your whole family!..."

Suddenly, his heart suddenly tugged, as if being grabbed by an invisible hand.

He covered his chest in pain, his expression distorted, he opened his mouth, but could no longer make any sound.

Then, he fell down next to his grandfather with a thud.

There was no one on the streets.

A crow flew by and quacked twice.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddhist chant sounded, and the monk Haikong and the young novice monk Pingbo came over.

"Master, these two people are dead, shall we bury them?"

"Burial? Cremation requires money, and burial requires land. We have no money and no land, so where can we bury them?"

Pingbo scratched his head: "What should we do?"

"Alas, we can only save and save. Amitabha!"

Hai Kong clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, and the bodies of Huangfu's ancestors and grandson turned into dust.

A gust of wind comes and the dust dissipates.

"If you do too much injustice, you will die. I hope you can reflect on your actions on the way to hell, so as not to fall into the eighteenth level of hell." Haikong said, "Oh, one more evil ghost will mean that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva will suffer for one more day."

Pingbo asked curiously: "Master, are there really eighteen levels of hell?"

"Of course there is."

"where is it?"

"Underneath the Yellow Spring."

"Where is Huang Quan?"

"Yellow Spring..." Haikong turned around and pointed to a public toilet on the roadside, "It's right there."

"Huh?" Pingbo was puzzled.

Hai Kong was already walking towards the toilet.

"Master, I just had enough food to eat. I have to go to the place where grains are reincarnated..."

"The place where the five grains reincarnate?"

If Pingbo realized something, he quickly followed.