Fast travel, death collection system

In the past two months, countless people died due to the Sangmen Sword, and it didn't disappear until the sword fell into the hands of the Red Lotus Sect.However, the Red Lotus Sect has always been denounced as a crooked sect by upright sects such as Ying Gong Feng and Li Wu Feng.How could they watch such a vicious weapon fall into the hands of these people?

However, just as he was preparing to summon the righteous warriors to crusade against the Chilian Sect again, the Sangmen Sword appeared in Yucheng, and the person holding the Sangmen Sword was an eighty-year-old white-haired old man.

The old man was extremely obsessed with the flesh and blood of boys and girls, believed in the pursuit of longevity, and his reputation in the world was ruined and ugly. It would not be an exaggeration to say that everyone shouted and beat him.

But at this moment, this old man's beard was wild and disheveled, he was holding a red and black long sword in one hand, and a newborn naked baby in the other, his movements were so agile that he didn't look like an old man in his 80s.He rushed to the long street with a frenzied expression on his wrinkled old face, hacked and killed all the way on Xiaxuan long street in Yucheng, and no one survived wherever he passed.The slaying posture seemed irresistible and frightening, as if possessed by a demon.Even the white beard and hair were stained red by the viscous blood. There was no kindness from the old man, but it was extremely terrifying.

Looking down from the south window of the restaurant, you can see Xiaxuan Chang Street clearly.

Zhu Jin leaned on the pear wood chair with a beautiful face, squinted his eyes lazily and let out a soft snort. He tapped the four fingers of his right hand on the table and said to the pale and handsome man: " You knew this would happen, so you came to see the big show?"

Yan Juncheng smiled cruelly and joyfully on the lips like a young girl, leaning over her body slightly: "What are you going to do, tell me?"

Cang Moliu saw that he was pressing down on his body as if he was about to hear some big secret, so he turned his head and bit the soft pink lips that were sent over. The girl's lips flowed: "All good things need to be savored slowly, and you will naturally know it later."

"Tch." He sneered, "If you don't say it, then don't say it, why are you pretending to be mysterious." As he said this, he turned around and looked down from the wooden window.

The forces in Yucheng are extremely complex. The old man has been killed from Zhixian Street to Xiaxuanchang Street. He has been completely surrounded at this moment. Although the sword in his hand is a sharp weapon, even if he knows its Evil door, but those ambitious people are willing to give up so easily?

At this time, the battle below has become a group, and the situation is extremely fierce. It can be said that the clanging of swords and murderous aura.

Cang Moliu held the elegantly shaped wine cup with his fingertips, he looked down at the smooth edge of the wine cup, his brows were gentle and ruthless indifference.

Although the Red Lotus Sect snatched the Sangmen Sword, it is predictable to release it again now, and the purpose of it is only modest.When these famous and decent sects fight to the death for it, it will be the time for the Red Lotus Sect to change the world.

What Cang Liuliu has to do now is to create a balance and then break the balance.And the leader of the Red Lotus Sect has already played chess first and is upright. It seems that Yulang's methods can still be seen.

Ximing poured wine for him with a jug in his hand, and behaved restrainedly, neither too much nor too little.

"Ha!" Yan Juncheng, who had been looking down from the window, suddenly laughed unknowingly. He folded his arms on the window coffin, as if he saw something and suddenly became energetic. He sat up and turned around and said with great interest, "They're coming this way."

Looking at Yan Juncheng's appearance of going to get involved, it seems that he is afraid that the world will not be chaotic.Cang Moliu was about to say something to tease the poison master, but the door was suddenly knocked open.

Cang Moliu gently put down the wine cup.

"What day is it today, it's so lively~" Yan Juncheng pulled the white jade that was gluttonously eaten on the table with a half-smile, pinched the snake's tail into a circle with seven inches, and smashed it on the table.

Hearing Bai Yulei's cries for help, Cang Moliu raised his high brows and glanced at it lightly.The dark blue white jade, which had lived for more than 100 years, immediately shut up. It was rough-skinned and thick-skinned, so it was instantly recognizable by its owner.

"Hey~! It hurts..." It was a boy in a lilac-colored suit who fell in.

The boy rolled from the ground immediately, closed the door immediately without looking at whether there was anyone in the room, and put his ear on the door to listen to the movement outside.

There was a commotion of footsteps outside, and noisy people passed by.The boy was relieved when he heard that the person had left, and only then did he think about looking into the house.

As soon as the boy turned his face away, Yan Juncheng immediately squinted his eyes and smiled.

That young man is virtuous and beautiful, he can be called the crown of peaches and plums, the corners of his eyes are still dyed with bright peach-colored powder, his long hair is braided with gold threads, and there are small and delicate bells on the ends of his hair. His makeup does not look like a serious boy.

"Ah... there is someone..." The young man was stunned, and nodded a little shyly, the silver bell on the tail of his hair made a soft ringing.

The beautiful Poison Master poked his slender neck to drink wine from Cang Liu's hand, and wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth with the pad of his thumb. His dark nails set off his smooth skin like pearls.

The poison master casually glanced at the young man with the red lipstick on the corner of his eyes, and then moved his ears lightly, and a cruel smile appeared on his girlish lips: "Here we come."

Cang Moliu raised his lower eyelids: "It's indeed enough for you to kill a game." It was a promise.

"Ha!" Poison Master lifted up the long hair covering his left eye in a good mood, revealing the red pupils inside.She winked at him, "You really understand me~"

As he said that, he ignored the young man who broke into the house, and flew straight out, his red clothes were like a burst of blood.

The young man with a crown like peaches and plums opened his mouth in shock: "Okay, that's amazing!"

The young man came back to his senses and turned his head to look at the tall and pale man in the room with bright eyes, and looked timidly at the cold snake wrapped around his wrist, but he still mustered up the courage to move forward.

"Hero! Please accept me as an apprentice!" The young man blushed, his outstanding appearance seemed to exude attractiveness, and every unintentional glance was enough to make others' hearts beat faster.

The bloody smell came up from downstairs, and Yan Juncheng's happy laughter was mixed with the screams one after another.

Cang Moliu lifted his eyelids, his silent and indifferent eyes turned around the young man.Malicious dust and dark light emanated from the boy's mixed-color soul, just feeling the fluctuation of the boy's soul already made Cang Moliu lose interest.

Although the interest is lacking, it is indeed a small thing to pass the time for the extremely boring Cangmao Liu.

The pale-skinned man was holding a bowl of bitter tea on the four fingers of his left hand, and his right hand was quite elegantly holding the edge of the bowl.Xi Ming's heart-breaking tea art has been practiced to perfection.Uncle Cang took a sip with his eyelids drooping in enjoyment.

"A teacher?" He said softly, put down the tea bowl, and said softly, "Who do you want to be a teacher?"

The young man seemed astonished at such a smooth progress: "That...you agreed?" The rouge at the corners of the young man's eyes became even more rosy, "May I ask you to be my teacher!"

"Me?" The man pressed the corner of his scarlet lips with his cold fingertips, sat on the chair with his two slender legs crossed, and rested his chin with one hand, "Then let's pay homage to the teacher."

Yan Juncheng shook off the blood from his hands, and the drop of blood splashed on the corner of his left face was like the cinnabar of a virgin. There were 50 or [-] people lying around him. He stood among the corpses and looked at the people who had gone away with the Sangmen Sword. He smiled and said, "For you are running fast."

The poison master wiped his blood-stained hands and walked back. The flames aroused by the killing made him very burnt, and he flew back quite directly.

"Why hasn't he left yet?" Yan Juncheng moved his fingers hanging by his side. He looked at the young man who was pouring tea for Cang Moliu, feeling unhappy, but he couldn't be happy, and the result was obvious.

The young man looked at the Poison Master's hand reaching for his waist, and his slender figure hides towards Cang Liu in fear. Yanguan Taoli's face is also very caring.

"He is the apprentice I just accepted." Cang Moliu said with a smile, grabbing the chain thrown by the poison master, even with his eyes closed, he could feel Yan Juncheng's beating heart and rising body temperature from the air. Thinking about what this person did just now, there is still something that Cang Moliu doesn't understand.

"Is there anything else you forgot?" Pulling the poison master along the chain, his slender hands with well-defined finger bones brushed Yan Juncheng's long hair on the left side of his face behind his ears, as if holding a glass of top-quality red wine, and put his palms on Under the poison master's cheek.

Yan Juncheng's breathing was a little unsteady, and he licked his lower lip thirsty, an evil look flashed in his eyes, and the beautiful Poison Master lowered his head and whispered in Cang Liu's ear: "Take care of me and let me go today." past you..."

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The rivers and lakes became bloody due to the Sangmen Sword. How many people were killed by this sword, and how many people frantically wanted to take possession of it. The ambition and manic desire implied in it gradually made people lose their minds.

However, Yucheng is the center of this storm. The Sangmen Sword originally captured by the Chilian Sect reappeared in Yucheng. A large number of people from all over the world flocked to Yucheng. Feng and Li Wufeng were the first to bear the brunt.

If the head of Li Wufeng was only based on his appearance, he might have thought he was a rich merchant, neither his smile nor his figure looked like the head of a sword cultivator sect.At this time, the head of Li Wufeng was taking the letter from the pigeon's leg.

Big disciple Gu Yang and junior sister Fei Yafei stood aside.

"Master, do this..." Gu Yang was very worried, "Is there something wrong?"

Fei Yafei, who was beside Gu Yang, let out a coquettish snort. Her facial features were beautiful, with the youth and vivacity of a young girl: "Senior brother, you are really a deadhead. Master saved that kid's life. He didn't look like that at the beginning. What a decent person, so what if he seduces, besides, he will repay us by doing a cow and a horse himself!"

"That's right, but..." Gu Yang frowned with thick sword eyebrows. He is young and mature. Although he is a disciple of Li Wufeng, he has never hesitated to use his sword, but this kind of thing makes him embarrassed, "But this However, some of the behaviors are not decent. And the young man looks like he is only six or seventy-eight, Yan Juncheng is very vicious, and the swordsmith is too unpredictable, I am afraid..."

The master patted the senior disciple's shoulder with a smile, and said: "Then Yan Juncheng and Cang Liu are mixed together, with that kid's appearance, even if he can't take down those two, it's good to create a gap between them." It would be great if we could pry out the method of casting spirits with the Yang Sword from Cang Moliu's mouth. The Sangmen Sword has brought disaster to the entire rivers and lakes, and we are doing this for the helpless actions of the people, and we must not be trifling."

"I understand." Gu Yang clasped his fists and nodded.

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The feeling of joy gradually receded, and Cang Liu held Yan Juncheng who had been tossed and passed out, washed him in the bathtub, and put him on the clean bed.

Ya's black hair, which was longer than the knees, was stuck to the strong and broad back in strands by strands of water, and the spine formed a seductive groove that spread all the way to the tailbone.

He put on the inner coat with water all over his body, and put on the dark clothes layer by layer. The magnolia color was smudged with bright lake blue from the shoulders, there was a wave of gray smoke around the waist, and the lake blue on the shoulders Embroidered with silver thread and red thread, the evil ghost's fire-promoting picture spreads to the hem and wide sleeves, appearing and disappearing with the depth of the background color and rendering color.Against the snow-blue pale skin, the handsome man seemed to really be filled with the cold smoke of the ghost mansion.

Cang Moliu was wearing a black and red will-o-the-wisp belt around his waist. Hearing the slight movement of turning over on the couch and Yan Juncheng's breathing, his hands kept moving: "Did you wake up?"

"What are you going to do again?" Yan Juncheng's hoarse voice was laziness afterwards, he asked the young man who was taken in as an apprentice by Cang Moliu today, "That kid came too abruptly, I don't believe you didn't see it .The unlucky student wants to be accepted as an apprentice, what are you going to do?"

The poison master asked lazily, without the slightest worry or anything else, but couldn't help but wonder what this man was going to do so mysteriously, and felt itchy in his heart, wanting to get involved.

Cang Mo's scarlet lips showed a gentle and deep smile, he turned around and poured a cup of slightly cold tea, and gently squeezed it between his fingers: "What do I want to do?"

The slender man said in a low voice, his eyelids with deep creases and gentle curves drooped without expression, the eyelashes were indifferent and sharp.The man stood here, his long hair hanging down behind him.

"This era should be revolutionized." He said lightly, with such a slow and gentle tone, as if he was welcoming his favorite lover, but his eyes were dark and unpredictable.He looked at the poison master on the couch, showing a gentle expression belonging to Cang Moliu, "You will like it."

However, the warmth and slowness here cannot infect the outside world.Since a month ago, a large number of men have died or disappeared, and even if the corpses are found, all of them have their hearts gouged out.And it wasn't anyone who spread the news that the swordsmiths in Queyu Town cruelly used castings from living people to forge such an evil and terrifying weapon as the Sangmen Sword.

And at this time, the incident of the man's heart being dug out happened again, and this time and again, somehow this time was involved with Cang Mianliu.

However, very few people have seen the swordsmith. Even if Cang Mianliu was shouted and killed, if he stood here and let them kill him, no one would recognize him.

Ximing talked about the affairs of the Jianghu one by one, his words were concise, his voice was low and slow, and he was unhurried, coupled with his capable and elegant clothes, even if he didn't wear the deacon's tuxedo, he still looked like an elite deacon. breath.

Cang Moliu doesn't think so, there are always people who are greedy and eager for quick success in this world, the head of Li Wufeng is eager to forge the so-called Yang sword, and the Red Lotus Sect uses the incident of a man's heart being dug out to make water It is also a good way to stir up more muddy.

Cang Liuliu listened to the crackling rain outside, now it is not the point who spread the news, the death power and soul power of this world kept pouring into the body, and the one who contributed the most is probably the Sangmen The head of Jian and Li Wufeng who is eager for quick success.

He looked down at the deserted street through the crystal clear bead curtain, and there was cool air in the rain curtain.The sky is always a little dark when it rains, and at this time, except for the sound of rain, there is only silence.However, there is a touch of whiteness coming from the street.

It was a man in white, alone, holding a snow-white bamboo bone umbrella in his hand, except for his black hair, there was no part of his body that was not the color of snow.His face is like jade, his temperament is like jade, and his whole person is as good-looking as jade.

Yulang held an umbrella from the street alone, and walked slowly in the rain. He didn't stop until he was not far from the restaurant. He tilted the bamboo bone umbrella slightly, and came up from under the umbrella, just opposite the hanging Cang River. See.

Cang Moliu held onto the lacquered window lattice with one hand, the rain was blown by a gust of wind and hit the crystal beaded curtain, or the back of his extremely pale hand, splashing tiny splashes.

"My lord is a swordsmith." Yulang's voice was hoarse and rough, as if he had swallowed a piece of coal alive in his throat.The questions he asked were polite, but without the slightest doubt.

"It's raining like rain, and Master Yu came here on purpose, which really surprises me." Cang Moliu said slowly.

Yulang held an umbrella and smiled in the rain. He looked like a son of a family, and he couldn't tell that he was the leader of the evil cult Chilian Sect that others said.

"I want to come to understand why the deity came here." Yulang flew upstairs from downstairs, the sound of rain hitting the umbrella paper was very pleasant, and he didn't know what material the umbrella was made of, Yulang was rough The voice said slowly, "Young Master's reputation in Jianghu is not much worse than my Chilian Sect. My Chilian Sect has many talents, but it also lacks a talented person like you. This time, I came here with full sincerity."

The shape of this restaurant is pentagonal and exquisite, rainwater drips from the eaves one after another, and Yulang puts away the umbrella.

Cang Moliu looked down at the leader of the Red Lotus Sect, and his eyes swept in several directions with deep meaning.This Yulang really did his best and didn't want to return empty-handed. If he was an ordinary person, it would be difficult to fly with his hands in these positions.

The author has something to say:

The stupid author is really bad luck every year.

Please allow me to start from the beginning.

Everyone in my family knows that I'm writing a novel, ahem...

It is estimated that the code is too desperate. A while ago (the day the network was disconnected) I suddenly had a fever and vomited. I had to go to the hospital for an examination, and the doctor said it was the cervical spine.

The stupid author is usually very lazy to exercise, but this time he was scolded by his family after having a cervical spine fever, and he was scolded very severely (tears)

My sister took away my mobile phone and computer, and my mother would not allow me to write novels.Then make it compulsory to exercise every day...

I've been tortured for a while, and I'm forced to do yoga every day. I'm also drunk, and I was almost dragged by my sister to go to the gym...

Among them, negotiating and begging for various hardships, and actively cooperating with the work of the party, I was allowed to touch the computer and mobile phone.

In the future, the daily updates will remain the same, but the number of words is estimated to be only three thousand per day. QAQ I'm sorry——! ! ! ! ! ! ! !