Chapter 680 "Black Hand"


    In the woods on the bank of the smoke river.


    The scarred crossing river dragon knelt on the ground.


    Cheng Mo and the other four faced each other with a serious expression.


    The young man with a proud face, with a gorgeous dress, sneered himself, and six or seven young monks were following him, all of whom were not kind-hearted.


    This young man in golden clothes and the young monks around him were all mid-stage monks in foundation building.


    Mo Hua squatted invisibly on the tree. After thinking about it, she still did not show her figure rashly.


    Cheng Mo was sneak attacked by the young master in golden clothes. Although he blocked the sword light, his blood energy was still surging. He couldn''t help but say angrily: "Who are you?"


    The young master in golden clothes said contemptuously: "You are not worthy of knowing."


    Situ Jian''s eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice: "It''s the Duanjin Gate. The sword energy just now is the Duanjin Gate''s sword technique."


    Situ Jian practiced sword skills and knew about the Ganxuezhou area and all the more prominent sword sects.


    Although he has never learned many sword techniques with obvious characteristics, he still knows a little about it.


    The ink painting hiding on the tree was stunned.


    Broke the Golden Gate?


    No wonder... He thought this sword energy was so familiar. It turned out that he got the sword technique of the Duanjin Gate of the Duanjin Gate - the Duanjin Sword and Sword Technique.


    He was practicing by himself... but he was not a sword cultivator. The broken gold sword energy he practiced for the moment was too weak. It was like a "fake". It was completely different from the sharp sword energy in the hands of the golden monk just now. He didn''t remember it for a moment... "Broken Golden Gate..." Mo Hua''s eyes swept past the young masters and their men in golden clothes, and their expressions were as if they were thinking.


    The young man in golden clothes was revealed to his identity and his expression became more and more arrogant.


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    He was born from a noble and inferior person and was also a master in the sect. When did he suffer such humiliation, he couldn''t help but feel a little cold and ruthless in his eyes.


    "Little bastard, you are looking for death!"


    Cheng Mo was still not afraid. Yang Qianjun held a spear in his hand, and Situ Jian said proudly: "You are a child of a noble family, so are we. You have a sect, and we have too! What? Do you still want to kill us in this wilderness? "


    The young master in golden clothes stagnated and his face trembled.


    He really dared not... If it were an ordinary casual cultivator, he would kill him, and even if Dao Tingsi came to the door, he would push him out to take the blame.


    There are ways to get rid of the crime.


    But if the person who killed aristocratic monks and disciples of the sects was not so easy to be good at this matter.


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    Situ Jian and others also received it.


    They looked at each other, exchanged opinions with their eyes, and nodded slightly.


    Mr. Jin also saw their token and frowned, "Are you disciples of Taixu Sect?"


    Cheng Mo and his friends went out to do tasks, usually wearing regular clothes, not Taixu Sect''s Taoist robes.


    Although Mr. Jin guessed that they were disciples of the sect, he didn’t know at first which sect they were.


    Cheng Mo raised his head, "Yes, I know I''m afraid."


    Prince Jin sneered, "It''s just Taixu Sect, not the four major sects. Do you think we will be afraid of breaking the Kinmen?"


    "Besides..."


    Mr. Jin smiled meaningfully, "You Taixu Sect have a scattered sect. The disciples do not seek to make progress. Sword discussions are worse than one year, and they are no longer worthy of being ranked among the ''Eight Gates''."


    "If this continues, sooner or later, I will be replaced by my Broken Gate..."


    Cheng Mo cursed: "You golden candle, you have a delusion, and you will be your mother''s dream of spring and autumn!"


    A fierce look gradually appeared in Mr. Jin''s eyes.


    Situ Jian immediately pressed Cheng Mo and whispered:


    "Don''t cause too many troubles, let''s go first."


    Cheng Mo shut up reluctantly.


    The opposite side has many people and high cultivation. They are obviously a disciple of Duan Kinmen who is one year higher than them. It is indeed unwise to conflict head-on under such disadvantages.


    Cheng Mo kicked Jianglong on the ground again, and then the four of them gathered together, holding the spiritual weapon in their hands, alerting Mr. Jin and his group, slowly retreating to the forest.


    Seeing that they were about to go far, a disciple of the Duan Kinmen Sect was beside Mr. Jin, asking:


    "Young Master, do you want it..."


    Mr. Jin looked cold, "You can''t move casually from Taixu Sect. It''s really a big deal. Even if you cut off the Kinmen, you can''t protect us. Unlike those small sects..."


    The man bowed and said, "Yes."


    After that, Mr. Jin and his group stood there contemptuously, watching Cheng Mo and the other two leave.


    Cheng Mo and the other four walked out of the woods and were a little far away, with a little angry expression.


    "The **** of the broken Kinmen!"


    “So shameless!”


    "The people we worked hard to capture, they relied on their large numbers and powerful people, and they actually took the initiative to steal them."


    “Six hundred merits!”


    Cheng Mo felt a pain in pain.


    Situ Jian and others also sighed.


    After so much effort, the merits that I finally got were so successful were just gone.


    Yang Qianjun was a little suspicious, "Didn''t we take this task? How did those people at Broke the Kinmen know?"


    "They didn''t take the task and wanted to catch people directly and send them to Daotingsi for a reward?"


    "I just happened to pass by and I thought about it temporarily. Seeing that we were easy to bully, I just started to grab it?"


    Cheng Mo and others shook their heads, looking confused.


    Situ Jian was suddenly stunned: "Where is the ink painting?"


    He looked around and thought the ink painting was hidden beside him, so they couldn''t see it, so they shouted softly:


    “Senior Brother~”


    But the surroundings were empty and there was no one.


    Hao Xuan took out the Taixu Order, glanced at it, and looked up and said, "Senior Brother, please let us go first and wait for him at the ferry. He will look for us later."


    Cheng Mo asked in confusion: "What did he do?"


    Hao Xuan shook his head.


    How could he guess the little brother’s thoughts?


    "Are we going to the ferry?" Cheng Mo asked.


    Situ Jian thought about it, but couldn''t guess what Mo Hua wanted to do, so he shook his head and said:


    "We''re waiting here, not far from the woods. If the ink painting is in danger, we can still support it."


    "The people in Duan Kinmen are many, but even if there is a conflict and we are arrested, we will never dare to kill us. At most, we will suffer a little."


    "But if Mo Hua is alone and caught by them, it''s hard to say..."


    Although Mo Hua is also a disciple of the Taixu Sect, his apparent origin is just a casual cultivator and he has no family to rely on.


    Those who Chuan Kinmen may not have any concerns.


    Cheng Mo and others were all Zheng Keyou.


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    In the woods, Mo Hua was still lying on the big tree, lying her head and looking down secretly.


    The sky gradually became late, the sunset set, the rays of the clouds were condensed, and the light in the forest became darker.


    Cheng Mo and his other people left. In addition to Jianglong, there was only the "Jin Master" left in the forest, and a group of fellow disciples like "fox friends" around him.


    Mr. Jin kicked the Jianglong over with one kick, then stepped on it, and said indifferently:


    "You are full of evil, do you know that you are today?"


    Guojiang Long held blood in his mouth and spat, "The sect waste, a hypocritical beast, dares to bully grandpa..."


    Mr. Jin exerted force under his feet, and the dragon of Zhujiang groaned and swallowed the rest of the swear words into his throat.


    Several other disciples of the Duanjin Gate also looked angry.


    "Young Master, don''t rap with this beast, crush his throat, destroy his meridians, and throw them into the Daotingsi to receive the reward."


    "I dare to insult me ??and cut off the Kinmen. I don''t know how to write the word ''death''?"


    Mr. Jin kicked Jiang Long again, "Say! Where are your other accomplices?"


    The dragon of Zhuojiang spat in blood, but did not speak.


    Mr. Jin frowned and ordered his disciples around him, "You can search everywhere to see if there are any accomplices of this evil beast nearby."


    “Yes, young master!”


    The others received the order, and they gradually dispersed around in groups of two or three.


    The forest became quiet in an instant, leaving only the arrogant young master Jin and the scarred Peak Long.


    A faint night filled the forest. Mr. Jin''s gloomy eyes looked around the empty forest, and his spiritual sense also glanced back and forth several times before he took back his feet that were stepping on Zhujianglong''s body and threw him a light red pill.


    "have eaten."


    The dragon of Zhuojiang took the pill and swallowed it into his abdomen, and his complexion improved instantly.


    The ink painting, hiding on the tree, was stunned when he saw this and said softly in his heart.


    "These two... actually know each other..."


    Mr. Jin looked at Guo Jianglong''s embarrassed appearance and couldn''t help frowning and said, "What a waste!"


    What else do you want to say about Zhujianglong?


    Mr. Jin said, "Wait."


    He took out two array flags casually, waved his sleeves, and nailed them to the ground like a dart.


    Above the formation flag, spiritual power flowed, and an inconspicuous pale white barrier rose, covering Mr. Jin and the Dragon of Zhujiang.


    Sound insulation array?


    Mo Hua blinked and muttered in her heart:


    "It''s quite cautious..."


    But playing with these little tricks in front of me is a bit a bit showing off.


    With a sweep of his spiritual sense, he could find the spiritual power gap between the formation flowing and see through the flaws of the formation.


    The powerful and obscure spiritual consciousness instantly penetrates the barrier of the sound insulation array.


    And the two of them, Jianglong, were still unaware of it.


    They are saying "private" words.


    “…Waste!”


    "...It''s not that I''m incompetent, it''s really those little guys, it''s too weird..."


    "It''s a fishing net, and it''s a formation..."


    "As soon as I was not careful, I was caught in the net, caught on the shore, dragged into the forest, and besieged by those stinky little guys..."


    "It''s not that I''m careless, but that they''re doing it too carefully."


    Guo Jianglong said: "I guess there must be someone instructing them. This person is hiding in the dark, planning in secret, insidious and despicable, and skillful..."


    "Okay!" Mr. Jin said contemptuously, "If you make a mistake, you will fail. Don''t make excuses for yourself. You are not out on the first day."


    Mr. Jin''s face was gloomy, "It''s really bad. Do you think the ''Young Masters'' will listen to your explanation?"


    Ink painting was stunned.


    Young Master…men?


    Why are there still young masters?


    And they are the young men?


    This young master Jin is not a real young master?


    When the Jianglong heard the three words "Young Masters", his face turned pale and his eyes were frightened.


    "Yes... I was careless. I was careless for a moment and caught the little bastards'' words, almost ruining the affairs of the young men."


    "I''m stupid..."


    The dragon crossed the river and said in a trepidation.


    Mr. Jin nodded with satisfaction. After a moment, he frowned again, "How did these little kids in the sect come to you?"


    The face of the Gujianglong was bitter, "I don''t know..."


    He practiced the White Wave Art, and he kept coming and going in the water, making waves, and lawless.


    Unexpectedly, I was caught inexplicably today, set up an ambush, and dragged it from the river to the shore.


    Guo Jianglong recalled the matter carefully and felt a slump in his heart, "It''s not... someone is eyeing me, right?"


    Mr. Jin''s expression was also ugly, but he pondered for a moment and shook his head and said:


    “Not very similar…”


    "If someone really targets you, I won''t send a few kids to catch you."


    "It''s probably because they received the reward from the sect to earn some merits... But if you can catch you, these little kids are a bit capable."


    Mr. Jin sneered, then looked at Jiang Long coldly and scolded:


    "You are just asking you to act low-key and kill someone. Can you be caught by Daotingsi?"


    "If it weren''t for this, how could these little kids in the sect catch you?"


    Zhuojianglong was helpless, "I didn''t want to do it either. I just wanted to chisel their boat and drag those people into the water, so that the water demon could eat them..."


    "Unexpectedly, the man surnamed Lin actually carried a ''water-avoiding bead'' with him. Several water monsters couldn''t kill him at all. I had no choice but to use the three shark hooks to tear his throat, leaving traces left and was discovered by Dao Tingsi..."


    The expression of ink painting moved.


    Whoever has the surname "Lin"?


    Among the six people, is the dead young master of the family surname "Lin"?


    Mo Hua silently recorded this surname, and then listened to Mr. Jin over there to continue:


    "The storm has been tight recently. I will send you to Daozhu later. If you are ''dead'' inside, Dao Tingsi will cancel the case and seal your file. When the limelight slows down, you will change your face and name and continue to do things for the ''private master''..."


    Zhuojiang Long said, "Thank you, Mr. Jin, just..."


    Mr. Jin said in a deep voice: "Say."


    The dragon crossed the river lowered his voice and said uneasy:


    "Why... the situation has been so bad recently?"


    "Those blood-dead brothers, one or two, were either caught or killed, or like a betrayal dog, they dared not show their heads..."


    "I can still take a breath now and be able to make money on the road, and I can count both hands..."


    "Even the ''Venerable''... He even has the terrifying Venerable who is one step away from the Golden Elixir..."


    Guojiang Long''s eyes were frightened and his body couldn''t help but tremble.


    Mr. Jin looked serious and said with a sharp look:


    "Mr. Tu guessed that we were plotted against..."


    "In so many years, there has never been any trouble, nor has the news leaked. But in just over a year, more than half of the **** people have been lost..."


    "...They were all unclear hands and feet, leaving clues, and were targeted by the Daotingsi. Then the Daotingsi issued a mission, and the sect disciples captured it in exchange for merit."


    "What''s even more strange is that the rewards are given by Dao Tingsi during this process, and the rewards are all disciples of ordinary sects, and they may not know at all."


    "And on the surface, there is no clue."


    Mr. Jin''s tone was slightly cold:


    "So I guess... there must be one of them, an invisible, huge ''black hand'' that is secretly manipulating all this..."


    Mr. Jin cut off the railway.


    The ink painting on the tree couldn''t help but look down at his white and tender hands, blinking in confusion.


    The dragon of Zhuojiang looked pale and his voice hoarse, and asked:


    "We can''t find out who this ''master'' is?"


    Mr. Jin''s eyes were slightly condensed, "Mr. Tu didn''t say anything, but I already have a candidate in my heart..."


    Mo Hua was curious and couldn''t help but **** up his ears.


    Mr. Jin said in a deep voice: "This person is very likely to be the Daoting Si Diansi..."


    Mr. Jin paused for a moment, his eyes sharp:


    “…Gu Changhuai!”


    Ink painting was stunned.


    Mr. Jin continued: "The Gu family has served in the Daotingsi for all dynasties. He is pedantic and is not the same as us."


    "This Gu Changhuai is the direct descendant of the Gu family, with a golden elixir cultivation, an introverted temperament, moodlessness, and elusive thoughts."


    "And his cultivation and Taoism are all of the best, and his strength cannot be underestimated."


    "Even with forbidden arts and being invincible under the second-grade state golden elixir, all of them died in Gu Changhuai''s hands!"


    Mr. Jin looked angry and looked fearful.


    "Even if Gu Changhuai is not the ''master behind the scenes'', he must be an extremely important ''chess piece'' in the hands of the person behind the scenes!"


    "This person must be our greatest enemy of life and death!"


    Zhuojianglong believed it and nodded with a serious expression.


    I don’t know what to say about ink painting…


    Mr. Jin glanced at Jianglong and said lightly:


    "Remember my words. These days, you must be very cautious in your actions."


    "It''s different from the past. You can''t leave any more flaws. If you burn your body and implicate the young masters, you will ruin big things. Even if you die, don''t even want to die."


    Guojianglong pursed his lips and nodded tremblingly.


    Mr. Jin was still worried and reminded him:


    "And... put your mouth tighter."


    "No matter who asks, you can''t say a word. If you ask questions tightly, you will just..."


    Mr. Jin pointed and stroked his neck, signaling to the crossing Jianglong.


    The face of the Gujianglong was pale.


    Mr. Jin patted his shoulder and said:


    "The death of the flesh does not mean real death. You have seen some things and should understand them..."


    The eyes of the dragon crossing the river were frightened and silent.


    Mr. Jin nodded with satisfaction, "Remember what I said..."


    There was movement outside the woods, and it seemed that someone had come.


    Mr. Jin popped out two sword energy with his fingers, shaved the two sound-insulating array flags to pieces, and then kicked the Cross River Dragon down with another kick.


    The dragon crossed the river and fell to the ground, pretending to be unconscious.


    After a while, the disciples of Duan Kinmen who had been sent to search everywhere came back and said respectfully:


    "Young Master, there are no traces of this evil beast accomplice around you."


    Mr. Jin showed displeasure, and after a moment he sighed and said:


    "Forget it, it''s enough to catch this one. Find two people and take this ''crossing river dragon'' to Daotingsi, and get the reward and everyone share it."


    The disciples of Duanjin Gate all looked happy and bowed:


    “Thank you, my son!”


    Mr. Jin nodded slightly, finally glanced at Jiang Long with contempt, and left arrogantly.


    The other disciples followed him, leaving only two people behind, setting up a "unconscious" crossing Jianglong and taking him to Daotingsi.


    But after a while, everyone in the woods left and the surroundings were quiet.


    The ink painting that had been invisible then jumped down from the big tree and left without knowing it.


    He originally wanted to go directly to the ferry and meet Cheng Mo and the others, but he didn''t expect to leave the grove. He didn''t walk for long before he met Cheng Mo and the others.


    Cheng Mo and the other four were ambushed in the grass, staring at the woods with bright eyes, as if waiting for him.


    The heart is slightly warm in the ink painting, and the body is revealed.


    Cheng Mo and the four of them were shocked and asked:


    "Mo Hua, are you okay?"


    "I''m fine." Mo Hua said.


    Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then Cheng Mo asked, "Are we... going back to the sect now?"


    His expression was a little lost, and Situ Jian and others had a little dim eyes.


    The person was robbed, and the original one who made 120 points of merit was gone.


    But Mo Hua shook his head and said, "Don''t be in rush, you can''t go there in vain."


    Everyone was stunned and couldn''t help but look at the ink painting.


    Mo Hua said with confidence: "A gentleman will not take revenge overnight. They dare to steal ours. Let''s take theirs now!"


    ?Thank you for your rewards for cultivating immortals, Feng Feng and Sang Chen together~


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    (This chapter ends)