He had hidden his sword for eighteen years and moved the Nine States with his sword.
The summer sun hung high in the sky, and the temperature of the ground could be vaguely seen fluctuating. The surrounding air seemed to be able to burn at any time.
The people living on the surface were like fish on a chopping board. Although they were in pain, they could not escape.
On a main road, a youth was walking slowly. He was wearing coarse clothes with a few patches and held a sword in his hand.
His hair reached his shoulders, his eyebrows were long but not thick, his lips were tightly pursed, and his expression was very cold.
His appearance could not help but remind people of the ancient stone that stood tall despite the wind and rain in the world of ice and snow.
He was handsome and cold.
However, his handsomeness still carried a hint of youthfulness. In another two years, his appearance would be even more determined.
Sweat had already seeped out of his forehead and dripped down his neck into his clothes.
"Giddyup."
In the distance, dust flew up as a carriage drove over from behind the youth. The youth did not turn around.
However, the carriage slowly moved beside him. The curtain was pulled open, and a middle-aged man with white hair stuck his head out. His hair was tied up in a cloud crown, and he was dressed luxuriously.
The middle-aged man looked at the youth and said," Little brother, the weather is hot. I'll give you a ride. Come up and drink some water to cool your body. How about that?"
The young man seemed to not have heard his words and continued to walk unhurriedly.
Are you deaf?"
The middle-aged man smiled when he saw that the young man did not move at all.
Because in his opinion, if someone said that to him in the hot weather, he would definitely be more than happy to do so.
However, just as he finished speaking, the young man's right hand had already gripped the hilt of his sword.
" So you're not deaf. Which family's youth are you? What urgent matter do you have to attend to when the sun is so scorching?"
the middle-aged man said.
The young man shook his head and did not reply.
" Since that's the case, come up and drink some water. A mouthful of water won't do anyone any harm." the middle-aged man said.
I don't have money." The youth spoke for the first time. His tone was calm, but it was extremely serious.
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment before he laughed out loud, as if he found the youth very cute.
" I don't want your money," the middle-aged man said.
I don't want to owe anyone a favor." the youth said.
The middle-aged man lowered his head as if he was deep in thought. After a while, he said,"I don't like owing favors to others, and I don't like people owing favors to me. There are many bandits around here, and I think you know martial arts. Why don't you escort me along the way?"
"Alright."
The young man replied and nimbly boarded the carriage. The middle-aged man handed over a water bag and smiled at the young man before him." I'm Zhuge Wuming. How should I address you, young hero?"
The young man raised his head and drank a few mouthfuls of water. He wiped his mouth and said,"Tang Feile."
"Young Hero Tang, I wonder where you came from. I'm afraid you have something important to do in such a hot day." Zhuge Wuming said.
I came from the mountains." Tang Feile handed the kettle back.
An hour later, the carriage stopped at an inn. The weather was too hot and the horses needed to rest.
The inn was built in a forest. Due to the hot weather, the inn was crowded with travelers.
The inn was extremely lively. A young man who came with Zhuge Wuming had already chosen a table in the corner.
Zhuge Wuming wanted to pour a cup of wine for Tang Feile, but Tang Feile stopped him.
I don't drink."
Zhuge Wuming was stunned for a moment before he smiled and said," It's good that you don't drink. I don't like to drink either. Wine can always cause people to mess up. It's good that you don't drink."
The inn was bustling with people. Zhuge Wuming was listening to the conversations of the people around him while waiting for the dishes to be served.
" Hey, have you heard? Ethereal Palace is selecting disciples recently."
"Yes, I heard from my big brother that there seems to be such a thing.”
" The Misty Palace picks disciples once every ten years, and all of them are talented. It's difficult to enter the Misty Palace."
" Then I want to give it a try too. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity."
Just as they were talking, a few burly men walked in from outside the door. The weather was very hot, but they were wrapped tightly, only revealing a pair of eyes.
Cold and gloomy.
The death aura around them made people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave, making them feel extremely uncomfortable.
When they entered, the inn was instantly silent. Everyone looked at them and forgot to move.
These people walked straight towards Zhuge Wuming and stopped in front of him. The murderous aura around them made the herbal tea on the table emit waves of cold air.
" You're Zhuge Wuming?
Someone among them spoke. This voice was very hoarse and low, so low that it made people feel a little uncomfortable.
The voice was so faint that no one present could tell which one of them had spoken, or if the source of the voice was inside or outside the house.
Tang Feile was still sipping his tea while Zhuge Wuming smiled faintly and nodded." Yes, I am."
" That's good. Hand it over, or else…"
The voice drifted over from the crowd again.
" Otherwise what? Zhuge Wuming said.
" Otherwise, I'll make you scratch your heart and let the snakes and insects eat your heart and lungs. Then, I'll chop off your limbs and cut off your tongue. I'll soak it in my special medicine jar and make you wish you were dead. Hehehe, I think that'll definitely be a wonderful thing."
The owner of this voice seemed to be imagining this scene. The cold laughter gave everyone goosebumps.
Zhuge Wuming was still smiling as he shook his head and said,"This is a wonderful thing for you, but it's very cruel for me. Sigh, there's no such thing as having the best of both worlds in this world. I'm really helpless."
" You're scared? That person said.
I'm scared. I don't think anyone in this world would be willing to be tortured like this. If there was, I think he must be abnormal." Zhuge Wuming said.
" Hehehe, then hand over the item so that I can let you suffer less torture. What do you think of this deal?" That person said.
" This transaction isn't practical, but I still can't give you this thing. Besides, it doesn't belong to you." Zhuge Wuming said.
"Oh? "The treasures in the world belong to the capable. I think it will belong to me." That person could not deny it.
I don't think you would do that to that person's things." Zhuge Wuming stretched his body lazily.
" What if I insist on doing this?" The man's voice became serious.
" Then you'll die."
When Zhuge Wuming's words fell, everyone's hearts were on tenterhooks. It was so quiet that even the sound of embroidery needles falling to the ground could be heard clearly.
" Then I'd like to see if I die first or you die first."
As soon as the man finished speaking, a burly man revealed his hands from his black robe. His hands were as black as ink, and there were strange blood-red inscriptions carved on them.
As soon as the hands appeared, a pitch-black gas instantly enveloped his body. He grabbed the person closest to him and grabbed his neck with the other hand. He pulled hard, and blood instantly spurted out. A headless corpse fell to the ground.
" Every time I use this corpse puppet's Blood Devil Hand, I have to use blood to open the seal, and this blood needs to be fresh. Hehehe, no one is allowed to leave. Enjoy my masterpiece." That person laughed sinisterly as he killed a person who was about to jump out of the window and escape.
Hearing his words, everyone realized that these burly men were corpses controlled by someone.
The corpse puppet's hands turned blood-red and were still steaming. Its gaze was emotionless as it attacked Zhuge Wuming with a deadly move.
Quick Kill
The young man who came with Zhuge Wuming immediately pulled out his sword and slashed at the zombie's hand, shouting," Don't even think about hurting my master."
"No…" Before Zhuge Wuming could finish his sentence, the young man's sword had already stabbed into the zombie's hand.
Immediately, with a " ding " sound, the sword broke and the man died. The young man looked down at his chest in disbelief.
There was a bloody hole in his chest, and blood was flowing out uncontrollably. The zombie was holding a bright red heart that was still beating in its hand.
" Mas…Human." The young man wanted to turn his head, but he only managed to turn halfway before falling to the ground, his eyes staring unwillingly.
" Such ruthlessness and six corpse puppets protecting him. I believe only the outer court elders of the Corpse Puppet Sect would receive such treatment." Zhuge Wuming looked at the young man's fallen body, and his eyes burned with anger. He waved his sleeve, and everyone only saw a black shadow flash and heard a few sounds of metal colliding.
A few darts had already landed on the ground.
" Hehe, you're quite knowledgeable. However, your actions are foolish. My corpse puppet has copper skin and iron bones. It's impenetrable by blades and spears, and it's impervious to fire and water. You…" That person seemed to be showing off.
But before he could finish speaking, Tang Feile had already taken action. Like a ghost, he arrived in front of a corpse puppet, his right hand pressed on the hilt of his sword.
Before a single breath had passed, a bloody hole had appeared in the corpse puppet's throat.
The black robe on his head had fallen to the ground, revealing a thin, pale old man's face.
At this moment, he had the same look of disbelief as the young man from before, and his eyes were fixed on Tang Feile.
He wanted to say something, but his throat was already broken, so he could only make cracking sounds.
He covered his throat with his hands, opened his mouth, and staggered backward. He hit the chair and fell to the ground.
Only then did blood flow all over the ground.
By the time the crowd reacted, Tang Feile and his companion had already disappeared from the inn, leaving behind only two corpses.
In a bamboo forest, Zhuge Wuming looked at the newly erected grave and sighed." You shouldn't have followed me out, but now you're one step ahead of me."
Tang Feile watched everything indifferently from the side. The coldness in his eyes did not show any emotion because of the death of a few people.
" This place can be considered to have mountains and rivers. The weather is hot, so I can't bring you away now. If there's a chance in the future, I'll bring you back." Zhuge Wuming seemed to be really talking to the youth.
Zhuge Wuming looked at the new grave for a moment before shaking his head. The two of them then got into the carriage. Zhuge Wuming looked at Tang Feile who was driving the horse and asked," How did you find out that he was disguised as a zombie and hiding among them?"
I can smell the scent of a living person." Tang Fei said happily.
" Your sword is so fast. Who taught you?" Zhuge Wuming asked.
" Did I ask you what's in your arms? Tang Fei said happily.
Zhuge Wuming was stunned and shook his head." No."
If I don't ask you, don't ask me." Tang Fei said happily.
Alright, I won't ask." Zhuge Wuming nodded.
After a moment of silence, Tang Feile asked," Do you know Xiao Feng?"
Zhuge Wuming was stunned when he heard Tang Feile's words. This was the first time the silent youth had taken the initiative to speak.
Zhuge Wuming thought for a while and asked tentatively,"Are you talking about Master Yuxiao, Xiao Feng?"
When Tang Feile heard Zhuge Wuming's words, his body couldn't help but tremble. The white-robed figure holding the jade flute appeared in his mind, and Zhuge Wuming saw everything.
After seeing Tang Fei Le nod, Zhuge Wu Ming continued,"I'm afraid that everyone in the pugilistic world knows about Master Yuxiao Xiao Feng. He's so young, but his martial arts have already reached the acme of perfection. However, the most amazing thing about him is his light body martial arts. Once, the four masters of the pugilistic world chased after him for three days and three nights, but they didn't even see his shadow. The four masters were so angry that their faces turned green."
Zhuge Wuming paused for a moment. Tang Feile immediately turned his head around. His cold eyes were filled with excitement, and his face was flushed red. He urged Zhuge Wuming to continue.
Zhuge Wu Ming didn't know why this young man would be so excited about something that everyone in the martial world knew.
However, he still continued,"The ones who are most familiar with Xiao Feng are probably those women. There are many women in Xia Country who secretly fall in love with him. Even the daughter of the current Sixth Prince pursued him relentlessly. However, Xiao Feng doesn't like the rich and powerful. After staying in the Prince's mansion for two days, I don't know where he went."
Zhuge Wuming took a sip of water and said,"This person is a sentimental person, but he's also an infatuated person. These two things shouldn't appear on the same person at the same time, but they both happened to appear on him. What a contradictory and unpredictable person."
Then, he looked at Tang Feile. Tang Feile was so excited, as if the character in the story was himself.
Just as Zhuge Wuming was about to say something, an unfriendly voice entered their ears.
The young man who came with Zhuge Wuming immediately pulled out his sword and slashed at the zombie's hand, shouting," Don't even think about hurting my master."
"No…" Before Zhuge Wuming could finish his sentence, the young man's sword had already stabbed into the zombie's hand.
Immediately, with a " ding " sound, the sword broke and the man died. The young man looked down at his chest in disbelief.
There was a bloody hole in his chest, and blood was flowing out uncontrollably. The zombie was holding a bright red heart that was still beating in its hand.
" Mas…Human." The young man wanted to turn his head, but he only managed to turn halfway before falling to the ground, his eyes staring unwillingly.
" Such ruthlessness and six corpse puppets protecting him. I believe only the outer court elders of the Corpse Puppet Sect would receive such treatment." Zhuge Wuming looked at the young man's fallen body, and his eyes burned with anger. He waved his sleeve, and everyone only saw a black shadow flash and heard a few sounds of metal colliding.
A few darts had already landed on the ground.
" Hehe, you're quite knowledgeable. However, your actions are foolish. My corpse puppet has copper skin and iron bones. It's impenetrable by blades and spears, and it's impervious to fire and water. You…" That person seemed to be showing off.
But before he could finish speaking, Tang Feile had already taken action. Like a ghost, he arrived in front of a corpse puppet, his right hand pressed on the hilt of his sword.
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