Heinous

As an existence with five powerful enemies from the beginning, the inheritance of the Demon Sect can be said to be a miracle.Of course there are reasons why the "Nine Darks Xuan Yin Jue" is indeed extremely mysterious, but it is undeniable that the generations of masters of the Demon Sect, whether it is Xue Wang who dares to challenge the five great families with a single sword and dares to make enemies of the entire rivers and lakes, Or Xue Fang, who was in the way of magic and killed people and gods with his feet in the sea of ​​blood, went out of the rivers and lakes to enter the temple, and the soldiers were Xue Yuan, who was born and died for the country, or Xue Fang, who was known as "the number one rebel of the Xue family", never killed in his life, and practiced medicine to save the world There is no doubt that Xue Wangzu, who has countless people, is an outstanding man.

Among such a group of people, the one who can bring hatred for Momen the most is Xue Konger, the seventh head of Momen.

When he was walking in the rivers and lakes, the people in the rivers and lakes called him - Daotian.

And the first stop for him to become famous was Shaolin, the largest school of martial arts at that time.

"...What did he steal from you?" Xue Zhe asked after hearing about the great achievements of his ancestors.

"Patriarch Bodhidharma's handwriting." The little monk said expressionlessly.

"..." Should he admire the taste of his ancestors?

"And this is only the first time..." The little monk sighed, "Benefactor Xue has 'visited' Shaolin three times, each time without missing a beat, and the last time, he even set fire to it, almost burning the entire Tibetan scriptures Court..."

Looking at the little monk who was a monk, but still showing a bit of sullen expression on his face, Xue Zhe couldn't help but thank the great new China deeply in his heart.

According to the little monk, at that time Xue Kong'er almost stole all over the martial arts world, and even started on other family heirlooms. People in the martial arts world joined forces to lay down layers of nets. With an extremely keen sense of smell, he has been in the rivers and lakes for fifteen years, and he has never missed a single time.

"What happened to the loot he stole?" Xue Zhe asked.

"I don't know, but..." the little monk frowned, "There are rumors that Xue Wang brought countless treasures from the treasure cave in the Mishan Mountain. Although he used some of them later, there were still many treasures left. At that time, he As a public enemy of the martial arts, such treasures must not be carried on the body, maybe hidden somewhere. And those treasures stolen by Xue Kong'er should also be kept in one place. But where are they, except for the people from the Demon Sect , no one knows..."

Speaking of this, his expression became more serious: "Master Xue, I'm here to remind you--the past grievances, it's really meaningless to care about them now. But gold and silver, magic weapon cheats, no matter what age you are Moon, but they are all things that will cause trouble..."

What the little monk said made Xue Zhe feel a lot heavy, but at the same time, those words about the treasure also ignited Xue Zhe's curiosity.

Treasure, I don't know where it will be hidden?

However, based on Xue Zhe's understanding of his father, the chances of asking him directly to get an answer are probably not much higher than the chances of his old man suddenly coming to a meeting on his own initiative...

The plane landed on the ground smoothly, and the three of them got out of the airport, boarded the airport bus together, and headed to the coach station.

Although it is not the peak season for travel, as a transportation hub city, the bus station is still full of people.Xue Zhe was used to driving out, and after entering, his eyes felt dark.Fortunately, the little monk volunteered to help buy tickets.

"It's good luck to meet a good traveling companion." Xue Zhe said unforgivingly after finding a seat to sit down.

Bushe nodded: "He's pretty good."

"Oh?" Xue Zhe was a little curious, "How is it better than you?"

"Not as good." Bu She weighed it and replied.

"..." I have to say, this kid's self-confidence is still the same as before.

But he was right, there is almost no child in his age group who can train as hard as him in the Jianghu, plus he is originally very talented, it is normal to be able to look down on his peers - but he doesn't know how to compete with those three Who is more skilled than the 40-year-old old Jianghu...

Xue Zhe was thinking about it, Bushe suddenly touched his shoulder and pointed to the side.Xue Zhe looked over his hand, and found that it was a middle-aged man who didn't look very eye-catching, walking around near the ticket office, his eyes seemed to be looking at the timetable, but in fact he was staring at the people who took out money to buy tickets. ticket people.

Not long after, he noticed a female student who stuffed her wallet into the pocket of her coat after buying the ticket, so he took a few steps forward and had a proper "passing by" with the female student.When the female student bought the ticket, she was in a happy mood, completely unaware that in the blink of an eye, her wallet had changed places.

Xue Zhe frowned, and was about to stand up, when Bushe suddenly pressed his shoulder again, signaling him to look again.

The middle-aged man pinched the wallet and felt that the weight was good, and he was in a good mood immediately.He had done two or three deals this morning, and the harvest was good, and with one more deal, he could almost call it a day and have dinner.

Just as he was about to find another target, the middle-aged man suddenly noticed a young man beside him.With earphones plugged into his ears, he was humming a little song along with the melody, and there was a rhythmic drumbeat under his feet, obviously intoxicated by the music.

What caught the middle-aged man's attention was the corner of the black wallet that was poked in the side pocket of the young man's jacket.

If such a good condition is not taken, it will be a waste of the patriarch's care - the middle-aged man thought to himself, and slowly walked towards the young man.The young man was still immersed in the music, completely unaware that he had become someone else's target.

The two passed by.

The man was overjoyed when the goal was achieved, thinking that the harvest this morning was enough, so he stopped fighting and quickly left the waiting hall.

It's just that what he didn't notice was that when he got something, he also lost a lot of things...

Seeing the man leaving the waiting hall, Xie Dao took off his earphones, and the corner of his mouth twitched lightly with disdain.

This kind of ability is also dared to come here to show, that is, the policeman guarding the station, Lao Ji, asked for sick leave today, and his group of apprentices went to the hospital to see him, otherwise they would have held them down as a bonus and handed them in.

Forget it, for the sake of being a colleague, I will forgive you this time.

I don't know if this kid will listen to his advice. Today, he bumped into him anyway, but if he bumped into those gangsters tomorrow, he might cry...

Returning several wallets to Zhao silently, he felt that he had done several good deeds every day, and Xie Pi was very happy—it's a pity that he had to keep a low profile and not attract attention, otherwise he would have taken this opportunity to ask for the little girl's phone number , development is also good...huh?

Xie steals a step.

Did he see a very familiar face...

"Are you sure it's him?"

"Ah."

Even the voice seems familiar...

Some memories that had been stuffed deep in his mind and hoped never to be recalled emerged. Xie Tao's face was covered with cold sweat, but his feet hit the ground like nails, and he couldn't move half a step.

"Speaking of which, buddy," a hand patted on his shoulder, "you still owe me a dollar for glass."

Where in life do not meet.

Xie Robber leaned against the wall behind him with a pale face, and looked at the two people in front of him. They looked pitiful, like a weak girl facing bullying, without the sense of chic she had when she was walking at night in black.If it weren't for the guarantee of unforgiveness, Xue Zhe really couldn't believe that the handsome young man in front of him was the snitch who broke his glass last time.

Xue Zhe was puzzled: "Do I look scary?"

Unforgiveness shook his head.

"Then why does he act like I want to eat him?" Xue Zhe asked in confusion.

He doesn't seem to be doing anything...

"That..." Seeing that Xue Zhe's appearance at the moment is far from what he remembered, Xie Dao finally suppressed the fear in his heart, and said cautiously: "Are you... a member of the Martial Arts Conference?"

"Well, yes." Xue Zhe nodded, "You too?"

"...Mmm." Xie Tao nodded with a subtle expression.

"Speaking of which, you were really good just now," Xue Zhe sincerely praised the scene just now.

At least he could still see the thief's movements clearly, but he couldn't distinguish Xie Pi's movements at all. If it wasn't for Unforgive's reminder, he wouldn't have noticed that Xie Robber took all the "scars" on the thief when he passed by. "Harvest" was brought back.

"Where?" When it comes to "his job", Xie Tao's face is a little more relaxed, "that kid is very skilled, that is to say, he is lucky, he bumped into the patrol captain here and was hospitalized, otherwise he would have entered the hall early .”

This was the opening of Xie Piu's chatterbox, and he introduced to Xue Zhe with some complacency that he was the descendant of "Daomen" in "Xiajiumen".

The so-called lower nine sects do not necessarily mean that there are nine sects, but that a group of marginalized people gather together and form gangs, which gradually have inheritance.Don't look at the name as ugly, the famous Beggar Gang in martial arts novels is also one of the "Nine Lower Gates".

In the new society, most of the branches of the lower nine sects disappeared, and the luck of the robbers was slightly better, and there was finally a legacy.

However, the new society is not without its benefits. Originally, those from the lower nine sects could not talk to those decent people, but now, Master Xie Piu can also be one of the representatives of the Martial Arts Conference, in a stately manner Sitting with those heads who had never been able to reach the top before, can be regarded as reaching the sky in one step.

Someone talked, and the wait wasn't that hard.After a while, the little monk finally came back, and a group of four got on the bus to the destination.

Xue Zhe has a problem. Once he gets in a car that he doesn't drive, he tends to get sleepy.The bus drove unsteadily all the way, his head nodded, and he couldn't help but meet Zhou Gong.

They sat in the last row, and Xue Zhe was sitting on the far left by the window. He was confused, and subconsciously turned his head to the right, pressing on Bu's shoulder.

Suddenly the weight of a head was added to his shoulders, Bushe was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to wake Xue Zhe up.

But his hand stopped when he was about to touch Xue Zhe.

Forget it...

Anyway, there is no such thing as saying that sleeping in a car is bad for your health—Bushe thought to himself a little bit.

On the other side of the back seat, Xie Bandit was talking with the little monk Wu Se.Although one of these two people came from one of the top schools in the martial arts world, and the other came from the Lower Nine School that others disdained to associate with, this did not prevent the two young people from chatting about topics that both of them were interested in.Xie Pirate was proudly showing Wu Se how he was so powerful in the online game, while talking, his voice suddenly stopped suddenly, as if someone had stepped on the brakes.

"What's the matter?" The little monk couldn't help but wondered when he heard that Xing Xing had nothing to say.

"...It's nothing." Xie Dao swallowed his saliva, and when he spoke again, his voice was several octaves lower, almost a whisper.The little monk blinked, looked back, and immediately understood.

Hearing that the voices of the two had become quieter, Bushe withdrew his gaze and looked out of the window again.

The martial arts conference...

He had heard this term before when he was still there, but naturally, he was born in the Valley of Unforgiveness and he must have no chance there.

I don't know what the world will be like.

When Xue Zhe opened his eyes again, the car was empty, only Bu She was still sitting beside him.

"Why... is it here?" Xue Zhe asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Well, here we are."

"It's pretty fast..." Xue Zhe yawned, stood up, and when he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of something shiny on the seat next to him out of the corner of his eye.

After taking a closer look, I realized that it was the gold and silver hat of the little monk Wu Se.

"Where are they?" Xue Zhe picked up the hat smoothly.

"Let's go to town first."

"Why don't you call me..." Xue Zhe muttered and stuffed the hat into his pocket, planning to return it to the little monk when he had a chance.

Not far from getting off the bus is the target of Xue Zhe's trip, a town that is located in the mountains and cannot be found on ordinary maps.

At the entrance of the small town, there is a very tall gatehouse, the whole body is pure white, carved with flying dragons and flying tigers, full of momentum, there is a pure white plaque in the middle, and there is a big blood red character written on it: Wu!

"This is Wu Zhen..." Xue Zhe murmured looking at the imposing word Wu.

In the next seven days, he will be here, dealing with a group of people beyond common sense...

...But you can't use force casually in this place, so nothing will happen...

Shaking his head, expelling the lingering ominous premonition in his heart, Xue Zhe took a deep breath and walked into Wuzhen.

It's just the martial arts conference. He has written so much, so is he still afraid?