Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 215 The Past is Like a Knife
As he spoke, Qin Lie shook his wrist, shook off the blood on the blade, and sheathed the knife.

"Senior Brother Qin's Liaoyuan Sword Skill has become increasingly refined."

The tall and thin man on the right smiled sinisterly, with a seven-section silver whip wrapped around his waist, and took off his mask.

"I just wonder if Junior Brother Lu still remembers who gave you the burning knife when you were punished to kneel in the icy pond for secretly learning the 'Essential Techniques of Divine Weapons'?"

Lu Cheng's Adam's apple rolled.

Chu Mo, the furnace master of the Quenching Pavilion, still had a crescent scar on the base of his thumb where he held the whip, from being burned by molten iron when he was testing the sword.

Behind the two of them, a young man in white was slowly wiping his jade ring with a shark silk handkerchief, with silver light flickering between his fingers.

"I don't have much time."

The young man in white suddenly spoke, his voice as soft as a venomous snake, "Where is the armor from the Divine Weapon Valley?"

The air suddenly became quiet, and everyone in the room suddenly fell silent.

Lu Cheng's expression turned a little ugly as he stared at Qin Lie and Chu Mo.

"coward!"

He straightened his back and looked at the two people whose expressions gradually became ugly. His face was cold: "He was a coward thirty years ago, and he is still a coward thirty years later after reaching the Marrow Cleansing Realm!"

Thirty years ago, the supreme grandmaster of the ninth realm of Qi training used a magic weapon to destroy the Divine Weapon Ridge. There must be a secret behind this.

Qin Lie and Chu Mo are actually traitors who only seek personal gain, so Lu Cheng naturally doesn't like them.

Qin Lie's expression darkened.

"Junior brother, you are still the same, stubborn and unyielding. The one standing before you is the heir of the Yuwen family in the northern part of Daqian. Now that Dazhou is in chaos, Daqian must rectify the situation and correct the chaos, trace back to the source. That witch of Dazhou has caused suffering to all people in the world, and Daqian must raise the banner of justice.

Junior Brother, I have one more piece of advice for you. If you can speak it out, perhaps you can leave some legacy for Divine Weapon Ridge."

At the beginning, Shenbing Ridge could only practice the Six Divine Weapon Techniques passed down by the sect leader, and control all kinds of weapons, which naturally made them jealous.

Lu Cheng smiled slightly, with a half-smile on his face.

"Brother Qin, do you know that when you first entered the sect, Master assessed your comprehension and aptitude? For years, you have always believed that Master was biased, but you didn't realize that it was actually because your comprehension and aptitude were insufficient, making you unqualified to practice this method."

At this point, Lu Cheng raised his head and said, "If I hadn't been seriously injured that year and my martial arts foundation hadn't been broken, you two would be like chickens and dogs in front of me today."

Qin Lie's expression became more and more sinister, and even Chu Mo, who had been smiling beside him, became gloomy.

However, the prince in white behind him was watching the excitement in front of him with a smile on his face.

"After all these years, Junior Brother Lu, your mouth is still so poisonous."

Qin Lie suddenly jumped up, the goose-feather knife split the night sky, the long sword tore through the air, and the blade light burst out and rushed straight for ten feet.

When the blade was half an inch away from Lu Cheng's throat, the seven-section whip arrived first and wrapped around the blade.

Chu Moyin chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Senior Brother. Junior Brother Lu is the one who responds to soft words rather than hard ones."

As he spoke, he suddenly threw out an ebony box and asked, "Brother, do you still remember this?"

A dried head rolled out of the box.

The bronze hairpin inserted in the white hair is exactly the style of the Shenbingling sect badge that the sect leader usually uses.

The moment he saw the dried head, Lu Cheng's blood froze instantly.

When your senior sister passed on the remaining scroll of "The Exploitation of the Works of Nature" to him, she used this hairpin to press the vital point between his eyebrows three times.

At this moment, the tip of the hairpin was still stained with dark brown blood scab, which looked even darker in the night.

"This woman was very stubborn before she died."

Chu Mo raised his foot and crushed the skull, and the brains splattered on Lu Cheng's black boots. "Until I crushed her ten fingers one by one, she was willing to tell me that there were magical weapons and armor hidden in the Divine Weapon Ridge. I went through so much trouble."

Lu Cheng was trembling all over: "At the beginning, you were so painful from practicing martial arts that you couldn't even lift your legs, but your senior sister rubbed your shoulders to promote blood circulation for you!" His eyes were red and bloody, and there was a bloody wound at the corner of his eye, and blood was flowing from the corner of his eye.

"How could you do this? How dare you do this!"

The prince in white suddenly clapped his hands and chuckled, his jade ring emitting a cold light in the twilight.

"Mr. Lu, do you know that the 20,000-strong Daqian army is only a hundred miles away? If you hand over your magic weapons and armor, I can protect these women and children..."

He suddenly swung out a steel dart, the tips of which pierced through the clothes of three children climbing a tree, hanging them on the dead branches.

“…live in peace.”

A child's cries were heard from the bottom of the cliff, but the woman covered his mouth tightly.

The sobs of the children at the bottom of the cliff pierced the mist, like a rusty file pulling back and forth between Lu Cheng's heart and lungs.

He stared at the blood drop swaying on the corner of Qin Lie's cloak behind him, and suddenly twitched his lips: "Under the third bellows in the east wing of the Sword Forging Hall is buried the Mandarin Duck Sword left by your brother."

Qin Lie's wrist holding the knife trembled slightly.

The sharkskin wrapped around the handle had long been worn to a patina, but now it was oozing with fresh blood. It was the wound on his palm that was cut by rust that was bleeding.

"Those daggers with jadeite hilts..." Lu Cheng gasped, his throat breaking. "Your nephew traded them for three dou of rice last month."

Lu Cheng glanced sideways at the group of women and children huddled in the corner and said in a low voice, "Qin Lie, do you know that one of your nephews survived that day, grew up successfully, and started a family? There's your family's blood in that..."

Qin Lie's eyes moved slightly, and after a long time, a hint of coldness appeared on his face.

"so what."

His bloodshot eyes suddenly turned to Chu Mo, "And Senior Brother Chu, remember the cellar in the Quenching Pavilion..."

Lu Cheng suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot.

"enough!"

Qin Lie roared, and the blade shattered the bluestone at his feet.

The flying gravel brushed against Lu Cheng's cheek, leaving a deep blood groove on his cheekbone where the bone was visible.

Lu Cheng chuckled twice, closed his eyes, and just said one sentence.

"coward!"

The prince in white still had a smile on his face, but there was a hint of impatience in his expression.

"Don't keep me waiting too long."

Qin Lie was silent for a moment, then drew his sword and walked towards Lu Cheng.

"..."

Half a cup of tea later, Qin Lie put away his knife. Chu Mo shook off the scraps of flesh on the nine-section whip, glanced at the corpse of Lu Cheng, which was beheaded by Qin Lie, and a sneer appeared on his face.

"Brother, your knife is not sharp anymore."

Qin Lie was silent for a long time.

Chu Mo glanced at the women and children lying lifeless in a pool of blood, made a "tsk" sound, wrapped the nine-section whip back around his waist, and quickly walked up to the prince in white.

He bowed and said respectfully, "Sir, I remember there was a secret passage in Divine Weapon Ridge. When Divine Weapon Ridge collapsed, I heard with my own ears the former leader of Divine Weapon Ridge say that all the foundations were under the secret passage. In that secret passage, there are the accumulations of thousands of years of Divine Weapon Ridge. The Supreme Grandmaster of the Ninth Realm Qi Training had searched for a long time but failed and returned empty-handed.

I know a little bit, as long as we look for it, we will definitely find the trace!"

The prince in white immediately became interested. The Divine Weapon Ridge had accumulated weapons for thousands of years. Even if he couldn't obtain the magic weapons and armor, it would be a great achievement if he could find the weapons accumulated there for many years. The 300,000 vanguard troops of Daqian were sweeping across Yanbei Road, so naturally the more weapons the better.

(End of this chapter)