Fast travel, death collection system

A few days before the sky cleared, it turned cloudy again, gray cumulus clouds gathered together like thick smoke, and the cold wind in late autumn was extremely dry and strong, blowing down the tree crowns and then bouncing them up.

Bai Yu stared at the plum blossom sparrow on the man's index finger with her bright yellow snake eyes, and the snake letter hissed.The beautiful plum-blossom sparrow moved quickly with its thin claws on the cold and pale index finger twice, tilted its limp head, and chirped twice triumphantly.

The head of Li Wufeng came here several times a day. His purpose was quite obvious. It was nothing more than to inquire about whether the "Sangmen Sword" circulating in the rivers and lakes was forged by him himself, what skills he used, and so on.

Cang Mianliu gently held his sleeves with his left hand, and took the tea from the master, the tea mist curled up, and the cups of fine porcelain were white and shiny, he looked at his master eagerly, smelling too Sweet tea aroma.

It is just added 'good stuff'.

He took a sip, swallowed it into his throat under the eyes of the sect leader who implied surprise and excitement, and put down the teacup. He didn't mind at all if someone came to help him collect death power.

Yayin was deep and slow, and the words were clear and gentle: "It depends on what kind of sword the master wants."

The head's eyes lit up, and he lowered his body slightly: "Oh? How should I say it?"

"Since ancient times, heaven and earth have been divided into yin and yang, and time is divided into day and night. There are men and there are women, and there are positive and negative. And the sword, of course, is also divided into good and evil." The man teased the vermilion-billed plum sparrow with his fingertips, and said slowly, " The right sword cultivates the heart, and the evil sword cultivates people. If the sword spirit can be suppressed, and the heart is righteous, then the swordsman will take it as "righteous", and after the sword spirit is suppressed, the swordsman dog evil will naturally be an evil sword. As for Those who are manipulated by the sword spirit and fell into slaughter..." The man shook his head, his eyes were light and melancholy, "It's just a sword slave."

"Holding a sharp weapon, it is only the person holding the sword who can tell good from evil." The man whispered, the cold wind blew up, and several sharp bamboo leaves were blown off the branches, one of them swayed, and finally landed on the ground. In the cups on the stone table in front of the man, the tea water shimmered and diffused, "As for the method of casting swords..."

The master held his breath, his eyes burning.Just wait for the casting method to kill this handsome man in front of him. At that time, let alone Yinggong Peak, even the Chilian Sect will crawl and tremble under his Liwu Peak.

The dark color settled down in Cang Moliu's eyes, and the soft voice seemed to flow from the scarlet lips like a demon's bewitchment: "That is a sword made of human blood and bones, the Yin sword is forged with women's flesh and blood, and the Yang sword is made of the flesh and blood of women. It is to use men, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine people cast its shape, and nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine people cast its spirit. The Sangmen sword is a yin sword, and the yin and yang balance in the world, and the yang sword is needed to suppress the Sangmen sword."

The head slapped the table and nodded: "That's true. The Sangmen Sword is too sinister, and everywhere it passes is a sea of ​​corpses and blood. Now it is said that the Sangmen Sword is haunting Ligu City again. The surrounding villages and towns are all suffering, and there is no one there." If you can suppress it, you can only cast this Yang sword..."

"The head of the sect really understands righteousness. Those who were martyred because of this must have gladly died for the safety of the people of the world." Cang Moliu clasped his fists and said.

"Then..." The sect master's face flushed red, "For the sake of the common people, the great hero is willing to forge this method..."

"It's my duty." Cang Moliu nodded, his long hair slipped from his shoulders, "Just bring back the hearts of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine men, then the casting will be a breeze, and then you will bring back the same number of men Heart, the matter of casting spirits is not far away. It is easy to cast a sword, but it is as difficult as reaching the blue sky to cast a spirit. The method of casting spirits is my lineage and cannot be passed on."

The head of the sect said a lot of righteous things again, but when he saw that he couldn't pry them out, he gave up.Knowing this has already left me very excited and satisfied.

"What you said just now is true?" Yan Juncheng walked out from a dark corner. Today, there is no bloody smell, and he is still dressed in Zhu Jin's red clothes. He smiles like a wild beast when it is preying. The face was stained with frenzy, "The man's heart? Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine?"

Cang Liu continued to hold the cup of spiced tea, took a sip, and said lightly: "Fake."

His brows are pale and handsome, under the protruding browbones are eyelids with obvious creases, eyelashes are sharp and cold, eyelids are long and indifferent, his lips look scarlet and treacherous at this time, and he spits out low and slow words in a flat manner.

"Seeing that he is very impatient, such a lie seems to suit him very well."

Yan Juncheng walked over and smelled the excessive sweetness in the teacup, and he snatched the teacup from Cang Moliu's hand: "Ecstasy soup? Such a good thing, the head of Li Wufeng is willing to give it to you, a wasteful person. "

"I really like your fabricated sword-making theory." He licked his lips expectantly.

2 people, which is almost the number of people in a city, and only men are needed. Such a method will expand the affected areas and involve a large area of ​​the city.He only needed to take away the human heart, and he could even imagine a frenzied killing to come.

The jade-like man sat on the observation deck of the Feihe Tower, his every expression and demeanor seemed like a painting. He looked at the river below the Feihe Tower, and his rough voice was hoarse and piercing: "That swordsmith Is that what the teacher said?"

The messenger said: "Yes, he did say that the Sangmen Sword is a Yin sword, which needs to be suppressed by a Yang sword, and it takes nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine men's hearts to cast a Yang sword shape, and nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine men's hearts are needed to cast a sword spirit." The heart of the 99-year-old man. The head of Li Wufeng has already planned to take the heart at this time. His subordinates also found out that the poison master Yan Juncheng has a very close relationship with this swordsmith, confirming the rumors in the world."

The subordinate in blue stood up and said, "Master, now the Sangmen Sword is in the hands of my Chilian Sect, and they cannot make this Yang Sword!"

The subordinates in Huang Yi hesitated: "How can there be such a weird and cruel casting method in the world, could it be made up by the swordsmith?"

The woman in the moonlight skirt shook her head: "I don't think so. Just look at how cruel the Sangmen Sword is. How can there be a sword that controls people in the world? Isn't that just one handle? Besides, the sword was made by the swordsmith. Casting, why did he lie? Now it’s better to wait for the Yang Sword to be cast, and then I will teach the design, and it will be fine if you grab it.”

Another woman with beautiful make-up with big thighs giggled twice: "It is said that the two peaks have always prided themselves on being righteous. When the time comes, I will teach them to forge a sun sword, and I will expose their practice, not to mention the whole The rivers and lakes, I am afraid that even the imperial court will be involved. At that time, my teaching held out that sacred flower that will never fade. It is the time to wash away my teaching's reputation. At that time, it will attract talents from all walks of life. What are you doing~!"

The woman in the moonlight skirt also covered her lips and smiled: "At that time, Yin sword and Yang sword, prestige and talents will all be in the hands of the leader. What worries do I have to teach?"

The four of them clasped their fists at the same time: "Let's ask the leader to make a decision, I'm waiting to die!"

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The rain finally fell. The rain in late autumn is always soaked with biting cold, and the pedestrians on the street are in a hurry.

After the head of Li Wufeng learned that it was impossible to learn how to forge the Yang sword from him, Cang Liuliu hung up the sachet and said: "When the head is ready, you can send a pigeon to bring me a letter." Son."

And during this period, Bai Yu finally learned how to scale her own size under the chilly eyes of her master. At this time, she was nestling happily in the lapel of Cang Liu's clothes, with a small triangular head protruding from it from time to time. .

When passing through Queyu Town, it had already been killed and wiped out.The hearts of all the men were gouged out, and the head of Li Wufeng insisted that this was a disaster caused by the Sangmen Sword, saying that it was only the people with unsteady sword hearts that caused this disaster, and he summoned the heroes of the world, ranking in the world The famous people on the list went to Liwu Peak to discuss this time.

Cang Liu went to Yucheng, and happened to encounter the scene where Yan Juncheng was besieged by five or sixty people.

Zhang Jinchen is Lou Shengbao's son-in-law, and now he is here for revenge.Beside him was a man who stood seven feet tall, and this man looked at Yan Juncheng who was surrounded by a group of people with a smile on his face. It was a very disgusting smile, mixed with evil meanings.

Cang Moliu just slid open the side window and took a look.

Such a five-horse carriage parked here is quite eye-catching, both Zhang Jinchen and Zong Qian noticed the presence of this carriage.

The rain was dense and heavy, Yan Juncheng only glanced lightly out of the corner of his eye, grinned cruelly, and the thin chain in his hand collided with an icy sound.

"Juncheng, why are you struggling here, you should go back with your brother." Zong Qian held an oiled paper umbrella above his head, which was a world of difference from Yan Juncheng who was trapped and drenched in the rain.

Just as Yan Juncheng was about to ridicule, Cang Moliu lifted the curtain of the car: "Autumn rain is very cold, don't you be afraid of getting sick, come up quickly."

Xi Ming stretched out a dark purple bamboo bone umbrella, elegantly blocking the freezing rain.

Yan Juncheng put his left hand on his waist, while holding the iron chain in his right hand, he swung it casually, turning it into a silver-white round wheel by his side, and the iron chain knocked the rainwater away.

With his left hand, he brushed his long hair from his forehead to the back of his head, and his curled eyelashes were wet from the rain: "It's quite cold. These people are blocking me to keep warm. It's not bad to kill a few people to warm up."

As he said that, he raised his slender and angular eyebrows and blinked at Cang Liu who was standing under the bamboo bone umbrella. The eyebrows were thrown very unscrupulously.

Zong Qian's hand behind his back slowly clenched his fist: "Catch it."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Juncheng rose into the air, and shot out a green blade from his fingertips, killing three people and dodging the other one.

It is somewhat capable of chasing Yan Juncheng, and it is also in this heavy rainy day, the same as last time, it is difficult to use poison.

55 people, just surrounded there is a piece, if the quality is not enough, it will be made up with quantity.Cang Moliu watched the man in the dark red dress move and dodge, the chain in his hand strangled the man's neck, he strangled a head and flew up with force, the blood gushing out seemed to be still hot.As soon as one person fell down, more people rushed over, and the knives, swords, double stabs, long sticks and other weapons in their hands were swung violently.

Yan Juncheng fought with the crowd, weapons collided, and the wind slashed with blades. Among these individuals, there were many who could fight him a few tricks, although there was no danger of their lives.But here he was desperately fighting with others, and the bug actually stood aside to watch the big show, and someone held an umbrella for him!

Are you kidding me?

"Hey! Cang Moliu, are you a fucking man, and you just stand aside and watch the big show when your man is being hunted down?" Yan Juncheng kicked the two rushing people away, and the hem of his clothes followed his volleying movements Throwing out a string of crystal water splashes, every movement was extremely violent, but he said in his mouth, "Didn't you see that I was about to die!"

"Being coquettish again." Cang Moliu put his hands in the sleeves of his deep clothes, his voice was low and gentle, like the mist on the winter tea on Yan Juncheng's ears, obviously the distance between the two was a little far, but that The sound seemed to be poured into the pinna.

Before anyone could scold him, Cang Minliu's next words made Yan Juncheng's killing action even more furious.

"Since you've said that, as your man, wouldn't it be embarrassing if I didn't agree with you?" Cang Moliu pulled his left hand out of his sleeve, lifted it out of the bamboo bone umbrella, and the rain fell on the snow-blue On the pale face, the five fingers are slender and well-defined.There is no flesh color in the nails, as if the jade has long been cold, "Come back."

Said with a light grip.

All the people who were besieging suddenly burst into blood, as if an invisible space crushed their bodies, and the whole body was deformed so that they could not be seen as human beings at all, only a lump of rotten flesh and the blood that was being washed by the rain on the ground could be seen.

Yan Juncheng really didn't think about who this man was who had fucked him and would continue to fuck him. Now it seems that he is really not an ordinary person.At this time, he was in full swing, and the targets turned into a pile of rotten meat in an instant. Holding his chain, he stood in the rain feeling a little lost.

"Your brother, do you want me to take care of it for you?" Cang Liu withdrew his hand and shook off the rainwater from his hand, and a string of rainwater immediately punched out successive small holes at his feet.

"How dare you!" Yan Juncheng panicked, then excited again, "He's mine!"

At this time, only Zhang Jinchen, who wanted to take revenge, was left here, and Zong Qian, who had drugged his half-brother a few years ago, but unexpectedly, he was tortured with backache and backache.

Zongqian has always known that this younger brother is extremely talented in martial arts and medicine, but after being protected at home for more than ten years, he actually doesn't understand anything about the world. The appearance is beautiful, and the second is that Yan Juncheng a few years ago was still a playful and ignorant boy.But after he saw the decisive and ruthless actions of killing all directions just now, Zong Qian just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.

Yan Juncheng flicked the chain to bind Zongqian's ankle, who was about to turn around and run away. He smiled happily and pulled him back. He said in a naive and cheerful tone: "Where is brother going, don't you like me?" Is it gone?"

As he said such words, what he looked at was Cang Liu standing under the bamboo bone umbrella, with wet hair sticking to the side of his face, and his expression was extremely seductive.A drop of raindrops dripped from his thick and curly eyelashes, and the waves in his eyes flowed.

"I like you, how could my brother not like you!" Zong Qian turned over and sat on the ground, pushed back, and reached for his bound ankle, "What are you doing, brother just wants to take you home."

Yan Juncheng smiled innocently and reliantly, but the corner of his mouth had a sarcastic grin: "I like my brother too, but my man asked me to take care of you."

He said that as soon as he exerted force on his hand, the foot was cut off from the ankle.

Zong Qian immediately screamed because of the pain, but the painful screams were mixed with light laughter. Raindrops kept dripping from Yan Juncheng's curly eyelashes. He squinted his eyes as if laughing, and said in his mouth: "It's my wife. I tried my best, but brother, you are really useless."

As he spoke, he stepped on Zong Qian's other foot and pierced the man's collarbone with a thin chain condescendingly: "I actually wanted to let you go, why are you so desperate to come to me?" .”

As he spoke, he pulled out the man's collarbone directly. The bloody bone was washed by the rain, and there were traces of flesh being torn off.

Yan Juncheng had given him medicine earlier, so even if he wanted to pass out at this time, he couldn't.The screams were very shrill, and he rolled all over the ground crying for mercy, and the muddy water made his brocade clothes messy and messy.

Cang Moliu put his hands in his sleeves, and looked at Yan Juncheng's various methods of torture with a light but focused expression.

Until Zong Qian couldn't take it anymore, he bit his tongue in two, severed his meridian, and died by suicide.

"It's really boring." Yan Juncheng hung the chain around his waist again. One of his fingernails was pitch-black. He touched the rainwater on his face and walked towards Cangmiaoliu, stepping on the small puddles under his feet until the water splashed everywhere. .

Cang Moliu watched the person approaching: "Is it cold?" The tone seemed to be mocking and joking.

"You." Yan Juncheng stood under the bamboo bone umbrella, stretched out his wet hands to grab Cang Moliu's skirt, leaned on him, and gave an evil smile, "Do you want to do it, huh?" man.

Cang Moliu looked down at him for a moment, then stretched out his hand and threw him into the carriage.

The author has something to say:

You can imagine what happened after throwing the carriage...

Recently, I want to save the meat of Xiaonian... Ahem, you know, as a gift for Xiaonian, you can appoint me to write cp, I hope everyone will actively give suggestions! ! (bulb eye)