Virtue is Abundant

"My friend, why hide your head and show your tail? Come and talk."

Wu Xiaode's voice spread far away.

No one responded.

"With such a heavy murderous intent, do you think you can hide it?"

Wu Xiaode snorted coldly, jumped onto the wall in a flash, and looked around vigilantly.

A cold wind blows.

The street outside was empty and there was no one in sight.

Without warning—

boom!

Thunder exploded in the clouds.

Wu Xiaode suddenly turned sideways.

A sniper bullet flew past his cheek, hit the tree behind him, passed through the tree, and shot into the plaque on the second floor of the martial arts hall.

Xiao Shi screamed.

Qian Mingkui said loudly: "Fuck, my family's plaque—what's the situation, Brother Xiaowu?"

Wu Xiaode slowly turned his head and glanced into the martial arts hall.

I saw two lines of large characters engraved on the pillars on the left and right sides of the entrance of the martial arts hall:

"Tread the snow without a trace to find plum blossoms"

"Lin Feng intends to ask the moon to come"

And there is a plaque hanging outside the second floor of the martial arts hall:

"Tianshan Nine Wonders"

The sniper bullet hit the plaque just now, leaving a large hole that keeps spreading.

Click, click——

Wow!

The plaque broke in the middle and fell to the ground.

At this time, the rain in the sky finally fell.

The heavy rain made the ground gradually muddy, and the plaque was splashed with mud and water a lot. Qian Mingkui hurried to clean it up, but he only picked up a few broken pieces of wood.

Wu Xiaode was stunned for a moment, the expression on his face gradually distorted.

He only heard him say in a hateful voice:

"If you come to kick the hall openly, I won't say anything, but you use a hidden weapon to destroy the plaque of my house, which is not authentic..."

"Xiao Wu."

"I'm here, senior."

"I use your name to kill people, do you mind?"

"I don't mind, senior; please feel free, senior."

"good!"

Wu Xiaode slowly drew out his long knife, jumped down, swaggered to the center of the street, and stood still.

He took a deep breath and roared:

"I'm the head of the school of stepping on the snow and looking for plums!"

"Those who destroyed my plaque, come out and draw a line, and I will settle this grievance with you!"

His voice resounded through the entire street like thunder, and the echo lingered for a long time.

No response.

Only the sound of "rustling" rain can be heard between heaven and earth.

Wu Xiaode was already drenched, but he stood still, and the murderous aura on his body increased layer after layer.

finally--

end of street.

A middle-aged man in a suit appeared.

He walked across to Wu Xiaode, applauded and said: "Few people can escape the sneak attack of sniper rifles, your ability is really not small."

"Finish your words." Wu Xiaode said expressionlessly.

"I came here because a great man has a heart for talents. Let me tell you, you didn't accept yesterday's conditions, but today's conditions have changed again."

The middle-aged man looked shrewd and capable, and continued: "Today's condition is—"

"All of Xia Huilan's scientific research results belong to us, and you have to come and work hard. Only in this way can the two of you survive."

Wu Xiaode tilted his head unexpectedly, and said silently: "Boy, I only kill people, you can answer your own questions."

"Okay, let me tell you—"

Wu Xiaode said, "Who is behind you?"

"You come here to serve faithfully, and you will know sooner or later." The middle-aged man said.

Wu Xiaode said impatiently: "You guys are so annoying, you dare not even reveal your name, this kind of behavior will never be on the stage, and it will never be able to deal with the Zhao family, do you know why?"

"—Because you don't even dare to be upright."

"Yes, you are just a group of rats in the stinky ditch, and you still want me to be your dog?"

The middle-aged man said coldly: "Wu Xiaode, you are courting death, you must know—"

Before he finished speaking, there was an electronic sound in his arms.

The middle-aged man took out his mobile phone and answered the call.

An old voice sounded:

"Open the holographic image, I want to let him know what the world is like."

"yes."

The middle-aged man pressed a button on his phone.

The mobile phone immediately projected a holographic image of an old man with gray hair on crutches.

He sat comfortably on the sofa, surrounded by six beautiful maidservants.

A woman cooks tea, a woman holds a cup, a woman kneels on the ground and pinches her feet, a woman rubs her shoulders behind her, a woman holds a jade fan and gently fanes it, and a woman carefully peels the grape skins and feeds the crystal clear grapes into the mouth of the old man .

The old man looked at the screen and said kindly:

"Xiao Wu, stop being the guardian of the royal family, come and help me with things, I promise you will have endless blessings in the future."

"Who are you?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Imperial Military Aircraft Department, Commander, Ge Lengshan." The old man said.

"Where are you?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"On your head." The old man said.

"On the head?" Wu Xiaode looked towards the sky.

A cloud of lead overshadows everything.

Maybe above the clouds, there are some aircrafts?

"Xiao Wu, do you want to die on the street like a dead dog, and the body is thrown into the stinky ditch; or do you come to work for me and enjoy the glory and wealth?"

"I'll keep watching you until you make a choice." Ge Lengshan said.

Wu Xiaode grinned, showing his white teeth, and said, "Why don't you come down and tell me yourself?"

"Poor child, you are still too young and immature to understand one important thing in life." Ge Lengshan shook his head.

"I'm all ears." Wu Xiaode said.

"Humans are born with classes. This is the essence of our species—children, it's like when you look at me, you have to look up, but when I look at you, you only need to look down." Ge Lengshan said.

"Maybe you were born many years earlier, you have done many great things, and you know more truths than me, but there is one thing you got wrong." Wu Xiaode said.

"What?"

"No matter how high your class is, you are still the same as an ordinary person like me."

"Same?"

"Look, you only have one life. Since you want my life, let's fight for it. If you die, you will lose everything." Wu Xiaode spread his hands.

Ge Lengshan laughed and said, "When I get angry, blood splatters five steps? That's all happened in ancient times. Now I am in the sky, and you are only in the mortal world, and you will never be able to come to me."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, answer me now, come and work under me."

"Not coming."

"Then go to hell," the old man ignored him after finishing speaking, and smiled and nodded at the beautiful servant girl beside him, "Today's tea is well brewed."

Wu Xiaode stood still, suddenly raised his hand and drew the saber, and slashed diagonally in front of him.

Swish!

A sniper bullet was split in half by the volley, dragging a long, flying gray line on the walls on both sides of the street.

Holding the knife still, he said silently:

"Finished?"

"It's over." Wu Xiaode said.

There seemed to be a hint of appreciation in Zu Ling's tone: "Boy, today you have fulfilled my commission and promised to take care of my descendants in the future. I will pass on a sword technique to you."

"There is a saying called 'sword light and sword shadow'."

"The word refers to two kinds of weapons, among which is the knife, which is actually used in this way."

"Looking good--"

The long knife was retracted and put into the sheath, and suddenly it was pulled out again and cut it vigorously!

But seeing a golden glow flying out from the blade, dragging a dazzling thin line on the street, it swept across a distance of several thousand meters in an instant, and struck a room in a building two streets away.

Blood instantly stained the windows red.

The window glass fell down with a "crash clatter", revealing the sniper rifle in the room and the corpse that had been cut in two.

A beautiful line of blood splashed on the snow-white wall.

Sniper die!

The ancestor spirit stood in the middle of the street, and said earnestly: "The sword shines through the blade, cutting the sky and the earth, no matter how much you dodge, it is just a wisp of dead soul on the blade of my blade. This is the method of using the sword, remember. "

"Yes, senior."

Wu Xiaode looked towards the holographic image.

The expression of Ge Lengshan, the commander of the Imperial Military Aircraft Department, who was leaning on crutches, did not change at all, and there was even a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Ge Lengshan took a sip of tea and said gently: "Naive child, since I dare to show up, it proves that your life is already in my hands. Do you really think you can live?"

"We might as well make a bet." Wu Xiaode said.

"What bet?"

"If I survive today, you will die; if I die in your hands, then naturally you will not be able to take care of Xia Huilan's affairs anymore, she belongs to you."

"I've already won." Ge Lengshan said lightly, and made another gesture.

As soon as he moved this gesture, the ancestor spirit on Wu Xiaode immediately sensed it.

"Murderous... I have sensed a terrifying force, which should be able to raze this area to the ground." Zu Ling said.

"Want to escape?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"I don't have much time to stay, kid, listen up!"

The ancestor spirit shouted: "Don't let the fear of life and death interfere with your sword intent, stay calm and forget yourself, and then I will pass on your sword skills to others—"

Controlling Wu Xiaode's body, he bent his knees and lunged on the spot, pressed the handle of the knife with his hands, and lowered his head.

Qian Mingkui was lying on the fence of the martial arts hall, watching Monk Zhang Er puzzled, but felt heart palpitations, tried to hold back the words several times.

All around fell silent.

I only heard Wu Xiaode chanting softly: "You buried the mud in the spring to sell the bones, and I sent the snow to the world."

He was shaken all over, and a swirling cold wind suddenly exploded under his feet, covering all the raindrops around him, spinning and spreading in all directions.

boom--

The long knife was drawn out of its sheath, and the body of the knife exploded with a thunderous sound.

Wu Xiaode held the knife in one hand, and swung it into a jagged afterimage.

I saw a series of golden lights condensed into lines, shooting up from the bright sword lights, and cutting towards the depths of the sky.

Everything passes in an instant.

Clang!

Sheath the knife.

An endless gust of wind blows in, lingers on Wu Xiaode's body, and won't go away for a long time.

He held down the hilt of the knife and silently said in a teaching tone:

"As mentioned in the poem, there are two styles of this saber technique. They were taught by the gods and men, and they are infinitely powerful. They should not be passed on lightly unless there is a great opportunity."

"The pose just now is 'the king buried the mud under the spring to sell the bones'."

"As for the second move 'I send the world a snow-covered head', you still can't bear the appearance of this knife, and you will suffer the punishment if you forcefully cut it out. Let's keep it in mind for the time being, and use it after the soul power is greatly increased."

"Boy, I want to teach you that since you are willing to protect the old man's orthodoxy, the old man is not a stingy person."

"The green mountains will not change, and the green water will flow forever, so farewell!"

After the words fell, Wu Xiaode suddenly found that he had regained control of his body.

The Book of the Undead floated aside, and lines of small words in ice crystals exuding cold white air continued to appear on the pages of the book:

"The body has completed its last sync."

"The ancestor spirit left your body and returned to the spirit world."

"You have received the last teaching from the ancient ancestor spirit."

"You are starting to master the secret flow of the Dao of the Blade—"

"Walking alone in the wind and snow."

"On this occasion, you have obtained a mysterious sword technique."

"You start to master the pre-knife skills of this knife technique. If you practice diligently, you will enter the room on the knife technique."

Wu Xiaode analyzed carefully, and found that various scenes of fighting with knives emerged in his memory.

These were all taught to him by the ancestor spirit.

Just like when I had to give Iron Fist.

but--

What exactly did that ancestor spirit cut off just now?

In the torrential rain, he held down the long knife and looked up at the sky.