The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 276 Venomous Tongue
Liu Chengxuan and the other two sat in the house, listening to the noise outside the door with nervousness.

No matter how confident An Ziyang was, he was only a first-rate fighter after all. And he was a first-rate fighter who had not yet gained strength and whose meridians had not been opened.

On the other side, there was at least one top-notch player, two first-rate players, and more than a dozen second- and third-rate players. The top-notch player was a Tang Sect abandoned disciple who could restrain almost all of An Ziyang's methods.

Any top-notch expert in the martial arts world would probably despair in such a fight with such a huge disparity.

But since An Ziyang asked them to wait here, they would not go out on their own. If they distracted An Ziyang and ruined his plan, those people would be dead.

They could only look at their shadows reflected on the door, listen anxiously to the noise outside, and be ready to respond at any time.

"Come here~"

As An Ziyang said this, the evil master on the opposite side did not hesitate at all. Several loud shouts rang out at the same time, and with chaotic footsteps, they all rushed over here.

Suddenly, there were several sounds of "swish", "whoosh", "click" and "boom" heard at the same time, accompanied by wailing.

"The floor is empty!"

"Your mom! Digging a trap on the second floor!?"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

"I have bought the entire inn. I think the first floor is too empty. It would be a good idea to decorate it with some poisoned bamboo thorns. Is that not okay?"

"you!"

"Be careful, test your feet with your weapon before you go over!"

swish swish—

"There are also mechanisms on the wall! Don't touch them!"

"Why didn't you say so earlier--Ah!"

"Senior Tang He, the antidote!"

“…There is no antidote for this poison.”

"What!? You!"

"I knew this unworthy disciple would come. How could I use a poison that she can cure? Just die."

"Do you think you can defeat us just like that? I can cover this distance of several feet without even touching the ground!"

"Brother Li, step on the corpses of others and kill them all together!"

"it is good!"

Swish, swish.

The corners of his clothes made a sound of wind and approached rapidly.

"I'm waiting for you to leave the ground! Has no one told you that the most taboo thing to do when facing a Tang Sect elder is to fly into the air?"

"Be careful! Heavy rain of pear blossom needles!"

"What!?"

Whoosh whoosh—

"what!!!"

Cries of pain were heard.

"Even if I die, I want you to be buried with me! Come and die!"

Click.

puff.

wow-

Blood splattered on the door, soaking through the yellow paper, turning it scarlet.

"Brother Li!"

"You also set up a trap under your feet!?"

"Of course, I've been stepping on the spring, waiting for you to hit me in the face."

The candlelight cast An Ziyang's shadow on the door.

"Come on, try my swordsmanship."

"You have no more organs! Die!"

Two shadows overlapped, and arms flew up and down.

"Let go!"

"Here you go, here you go. Really. My family is rich and powerful, so I don't need this sword. I'll give it to you as alms."

"Without the mechanism and the weapon, how can you stop me--Ah!!!"

A shadow suddenly fell down, and the sound of weapons falling to the ground was heard.

It was quiet outside the door.

An Ziyang's shadow walked over slowly, bent down to pick up the sword, fiddled with it for a few times, and then there was a "rustling" sound, and the poison needle on the hilt was retracted.

His shadow raised the sword loosely again and pointed it in the direction of the stairs.

"Hey, unworthy disciple, why aren't you moving?"

"Except for the few guarding outside, all of your accomplices are dead."

A hoarse female voice sounded.

"You smell like erysipelas. I won't go forward until they use up all your organs and poisons."

"But, who are you? Can you give this thing, Stormy Pear Blossom, to outsiders?"

An Ziyang's shadow put down the sword.

"Who said I'm an outsider? After August 15th, I will be the deputy leader of the Tang Sect!"

"What!?"

The hoarse female voice gritted her teeth.

"But you are not a member of the Tang family!"

"I was saying that you are so talented. If you had stayed in the Tang Sect, you might have even been able to compete for the position of the next Sect Master. Why did you end up betraying the Sect and wandering around in the underworld?"

"It turns out it's because of my stupid brain."

An Ziyang's voice was filled with sarcasm and ridicule.

"Does being a member of the Tang family have anything to do with whether or not you can become the deputy sect leader?"

"My spending accounts for one third of the Tang Sect's income, so I can naturally become an elder. After August 15, the Tang Sect will still rush to lick my boots, so the position of Torrential Pear Blossom and the position of Deputy Sect Leader will naturally be offered by the Tang Sect with both hands."

"Even the Tang Sect has to beg me for this before I will consider accepting it."

An Ziyang's tone was like that of a playboy who had taken possession of the goddess' body, mocking and ridiculing the victim.

"If you had a better brain, this Rain of Pear Blossom Needles and the position of deputy sect leader should have been yours. Unfortunately..."

An Ziyang's shadow shook his head.

"Fools just like to mess up good cards."

"When you die, I really want to pry open your skull and see if the brain inside is the same size as a pig or a dog."

"You're over 40 years old, but you still talk like a child. You even said something like 'You're obviously not a member of the Tang family~'. Oh my God, do you want me to buy you a candied haws to comfort you?"

"It's a pity that you are already an 'abandoned disciple', and I, the elder, have no right to comfort you, a fool. How about you kneel down now and shout 'I am a fool' three times, and I will show you mercy and teach you how to behave, how do you do it?"

An Ziyang spoke like a rapid fire machine, with no intention of stopping at all.

"Oh my, your eyes are red. You feel like crying because I stole your candy, right?"

"You're so anxious, you want to kill me? Come on, come on, you don't dare, do you? You dare not come to kill me, right?"

"you--"

"Abandoned, disciple."

"idiot."

silence.

Deathly silence.

The three people in the room shuddered suddenly.

They all felt an extremely crazy killing intent sweeping from the direction of the stairs. An Ziyang outside the door was the first to be hit, and even the three people in the room had their hair standing on end.

An Ziyang's words were full of heartfelt criticism, and he cursed at the top of his lungs, and what he cursed were all the things that Tang He cared about the most.

Even the three people in the room felt that it was a bit "unreasonable", not to mention Tang He who was scolded.

But Tang He is not a good person.

She became famous for her poisons and hidden weapons. During the more than ten years she roamed the martial arts world, the number of people she killed far exceeded that of other top masters, and she would often wipe out entire families.

Moreover, she was vicious and vindictive. Before today, no one dared to scold her in person, let alone use words that hit her sore spot.

"I'm going to choke you to death with your intestines. Then I'm going to rip your mouth off and sew your—"

"Oh my, this elder is scared to death."

An Ziyang's shadow moved, as if he took something out from his arms and rubbed it on his forehead.

"I can't help wanting to use the Tang Sect's "Poison Sutra" to wipe the sweat off my face."

"Hey?"

"Stupid abandoned disciple, wasn't it because you secretly learned this and killed several people who knew about it that you were expelled from the Tang Sect?"

"Oh, what a pity. This young master has made it a little dirty after wiping his sweat. I'll ask Tang Men for a new one tomorrow."

An Ziyang's shadow waved his hand.

Snapped.

The thing was casually thrown on the ground and slowly soaked with blood.

"Anyway, it's just like you—"

"Things of worthless value."

crunch--

The sound of gnashing teeth.

Along with it came the sound of heavy breathing.

The three people in the room looked at each other and swallowed.

"Master An's tongue is probably ten times more poisonous to Tang He than the Tang Clan's poison pill."

Qi Shuyun's face was covered in cold sweat.

"This time, it's a fight to the death."

Crunch, crunch.

The footsteps are gradually approaching.

"You want to provoke me and make me step into your arrangement on my own initiative."

The hoarse female voice had become even hoarser, and the murderous intent in her words was almost tangible and dripping down.

"You succeeded."

"I must kill you, slowly, over a year - I want to dry every piece of your flesh, chew it up bit by bit, and swallow it."

Whoosh whoosh—

Ding, ding, ding—"Locusts, useless."

Bang!
slam-la-

"Meridian Arsenopyrite, old fashioned. Any more?"

"of course."

An Ziyang's shadow suddenly flashed.

Whoosh whoosh—

Dozens of objects were shot towards the opposite side.

Clang clang——

The sound of iron falling to the ground.

"Tight Back Crossbow, Seven-Step Deadly Needle, Heavenly Demon Rain, Heartbroken Soul-breaking Powder, Fire Salt, Dan Poison."

"The Tang family really gave you everything."

"It's a pity that you can only shoot hidden weapons with the mechanism, and there is no change. Maybe you can attack other top weapons, but you can't hurt me."

Tang He's shadow was projected onto the door by the candlelight.

"Any more?"

"you guess?"

"I guess you don't have any. You must have learned the art of hiding things from the thieves. It's really advanced, but I've learned it too. There's not much room on your body to hide things."

"Come die!"

The two shadows suddenly overlapped.

Whoosh whoosh—

Countless tiny shadows burst out from An Ziyang's shadow. Several of them broke through the yellow paper, shot into the house, and nailed to the wall, emitting a faint blue light.

"useless!"

Bang.

The sound of a palm hitting the chest.

puff--

An Ziyang spat out a mouthful of blood, spraying Tang He's face.

"Your inner strength is indeed great, but after all, your cultivation is still shallow. If this is all you have, start praying now, and I am willing to torture you for a few months less..."

Tang He's voice rang out, and she stuck out her tongue and licked An Ziyang's blood, as if she wanted to fulfill her cruel words of "eating An Ziyang alive" in advance.

Then she suddenly froze.

"You fucking poisoned your own blood!?"

She said in shock and anger.

"Hahahaha!"

An Ziyang laughed loudly.

"Stupid abandoned disciple, you don't think that I only have things from the Tang Sect!"

"Miaojiang Gu poison, the true teaching of the Miao King! Once it leaves my body, it will be ten times more vicious than the poison of the elixir!"

"If you like drinking my blood, I'll give you enough to drink!"

Bang!
An Ziyang broke down the door, took a few steps back, hit the table, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The three of them rushed forward to support him.

“That’s quite powerful.”

An Ziyang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled.

Tang He walked in.

Blood was slowly flowing out of the corners of her eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears, and her face was scarlet. The blood that An Ziyang sprayed on her face seemed to be wriggling like a living thing, and there seemed to be something moving under her skin, leaving several raised marks from time to time.

Tang He stared at An Ziyang like a devil.

"Good means."

"I defended against all your poisons and caught all your hidden weapons, but I never expected that your killer move would be yourself."

She said hoarsely.

Tang He understood that from the very beginning, An Ziyang had never thought of using Tang Clan's mechanisms and poisons to deal with her, a top-notch person from the Tang Clan.

An Ziyang first angered her and made her want to kill him. Then he deliberately let her break all the traps and let her see that she had no hidden weapons on her, so that she felt that she had An Ziyang in her hands and could slowly manipulate him and vent her hatred.

In this way, An Ziyang would have the opportunity to spray the blood on her.

An Ziyang tore off the close-fitting soft armor and breastplate that had been broken by Tang He, threw them on the ground, and smiled mischievously.

"You finally reacted, you idiot."

"If you stand there and throw hidden weapons at me, I really can't do anything about it."

"But, killing with hidden weapons is the most boring way to kill someone. The more you hate me, the less likely you are to throw me to death from a distance. How can you relieve your hatred if you don't break my bones and peel off my skin yourself?"

"I know your entire life story, and I know your character even better. These methods are all tailor-made for you!"

Having said that, An Ziyang raised his hand and pointed outside the door.

"By the way, do you want to see what I use to wipe my sweat?"

Tang He was startled and suddenly turned back to look at his feet.

"Spring Night...Secret Play Picture?"

She looked at An Ziyang suddenly, her teeth almost broken by her own teeth.

"No, it's the Poison Sutra."

An Ziyang laughed loudly.

"Of course not. How can the Tang Sect's martial arts be as worthless as yours? They can give me hidden weapons, but they won't give me martial arts. Just like you said, I'm not a member of the Tang family!"

"If you had just lowered your head and looked once, you wouldn't have fallen into my trap. Unfortunately—"

He smiled and shook his head slowly.

"You are not only stupid, but also impulsive."

"You are just a stupid pig who only knows how to bow down and flatter others."

"puff!--"

Before he finished speaking, Tang He's face suddenly turned red and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The sound of blood falling to the ground was heard along with An Ziyang's sarcasm.

"Look at you, you're in a hurry."

"If you had turned around and left just now, with your internal energy, you would have had a 20% chance of suppressing the poison and surviving. But now you are so angry that your internal energy is running wild, carrying the poison throughout your body—"

"You're dead, you idiot."

Tang He pressed one hand on his chest, supported his knees with the other, and gasped.

"Ha ha--"

“Okay, okay… okay!”

She suddenly raised her head and looked at An Ziyang.

Qi Shuyun and the other two suddenly shuddered.

There was no trace of white in Tang He's eyes. Her black pupils were embedded in a sea of blood red, filled with hatred that almost drove her crazy.

"You're fine."

"But you still missed one point - even if I can only live for a cup of tea, before I die..."

"I'll kill you with my own hands!"

"Even if you have planned everything, you must be buried with me!"

After saying that, he rushed over to kill us.

Qi Shuyun glanced at An Ziyang, then at the two people from Huanhua Sword Sect. An Ziyang was already injured, and his martial arts skills were not good enough, and the other two were only second-rate.

The only one who can fight with Tang He is myself.

He gripped the hilt of the knife tightly and was about to rush forward.

Suddenly, his pulse was blocked.

A powerful and domineering true energy poured into his body along his meridians, instantly shattering his original true energy. It then flowed to his dantian and slowly fell down.

Qi Shuyun suddenly turned around and looked at An Ziyang.

"Martial Arts Zen, Wedding Dress Magic."

An Ziyang smiled.

"It just so happens that after I have reached the first level of cultivation, it is time for me to pass on my skills. Qi Xia, after replacing the foundation with the Wedding Dress Divine Skill, the ultimate barrier that has been holding you back for more than ten years has now come to fruition."

"You now should have no problem dealing with a dying being who has been poisoned and possessed by a demon, right?"

Qi Shuyun was stunned at first, and then nodded vigorously.

"Master An, please take a rest first."

"I'll take her head off right now!"

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August 14, the 24th year of Jiajing.

The heads of Tang He and two first-rate evil masters were all saltpetered, put in a bundle, and hung on An Ziyang's saddle, swaying constantly with the rise and fall of the horse's hooves.

Qi Shuyun had completely lost her reserve at this point, sticking close to An Ziyang, asking about his well-being. However, An Ziyang looked at the tall and strong man with disdain, and kept distance from him.

An Ziyang and his group have left Tang County and arrived at the foot of Mount Song.

Even though we were still several miles away from the foot of the mountain, we could already hear a bustling crowd.

Liu Chengxuan looked around.

Surrounding the foot of Mount Song, there were now densely packed tents. A cursory glance showed that there were tens of thousands of people. The sound waves were rolling, the dust was flying, and all kinds of smells were constantly coming.

"so many people……"

Liu Chengxuan said in astonishment.

An Ziyang smiled.

"Of course, the Songshan Sect is so small, and this time all the second-rate and above forces in the world have gathered here. At most, we can leave a place for the headmaster, elders and the like."

"That's it. Even the Songshan Sect can't hold it all."

"The uninvited people from the martial arts world and the disciples who came with them cannot enter the mountain gate. There are probably only one-third of them here. The others have probably already touched the mountain and want to get closer to see the excitement."

After saying that, he dismounted, reached out to grab the package containing the head, and walked towards Mount Song.

"Let's go, three of you."

He smiled mischievously.

"'Hero Li' is already waiting on Mount Song."

"You will be able to see him soon."

(End of this chapter)