Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

I finally got Wang Yuyan from Murong Fu, but she turned out to be your sister!

Song Xuan could understand Duan Yu's breakdown.

If it weren't for the fact that Duan Yu's mother, Dao Baifeng, was not a reliable person and had cheated on Duan Zhengchun, Song Xuan guessed that Duan Yu would have thought about becoming a monk.

The same is true for Xu Zhu, who is also the protagonist.

My mother, Ye Erniang, takes pleasure in torturing and killing other people's children. She is a complete villain with a long list of evil deeds.

His father, Abbot Xuanci, was a highly respected person on the surface, but secretly he was a thief and a prostitute. In the end, he lost face and became infamous, leaving Xu Zhu with a mess.

In just a moment, countless pieces of information flashed through Song Xuan's mind, and he almost relived the plot of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.

When he looked at Sima Wei, he found him inexplicably pleasing to the eye.

Sima Wei is still alive. Does it mean that the plot of Tian Long has not officially begun yet?

If that's the case, then I would gladly accept the unique skills of the Xiaoyao Sect in the Langhuan Blessed Land!

Chapter 296 The old immortal of Xingxiu has boundless magical powers!

Sima Wei stared at Song Xuan for a moment. As soon as they met, he asked him why he was not dead yet. This young man was so arrogant and murderous!

"I've lived for so long, but this is the first time I've seen you so arrogant!"

Song Xuan raised the corner of his mouth, "What a coincidence, you saw it today!"

In other novels, Song Xuan is a true lackey of the imperial court, a villain boss, and a perfect master who is less than 25 years old. It is normal for him to be a little arrogant, right?

Sima Wei was silent.

The minions at the bottom cannot feel the terror of Song Xuan and can be arrogant and domineering, but he cannot.

He is the leader of a sect and cannot act on impulse and bring upon the Qingcheng Sect a master-level enemy.

Even if he himself is not afraid, the Qingcheng Sect is a large and powerful sect, and thousands of disciples can't stay in the mountains forever, right?

Looking at the disciple impaled on the wooden pillar, he took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his chest, and asked, "My disciple has excellent aptitude. Before he was forty, he had already reached the First Flower Congenital Realm. Before he was sixty, he was expected to break through to the Grandmaster Realm. He is one of the future successors of our Qingcheng Sect.

As a result, less than a year after I went down the mountain to train, I died at your hands... You killed my disciple, there must be a reason, right?"

Song Xuan crossed his arms and glanced at Sima Wei.

This old Taoist priest did not lose his mind due to the impact of anger. Instead, he began to talk about reason, which made Song Xuan somewhat disappointed.

He had originally planned to rush up and punch this person to death if he was unreasonable.

However, Song Xuan has always been a man who can convince others with reason. Since the other party wants to reason, then he will try to reason. If he can't convince others, then he will beat him up!

To be honest, Captain Wang and others could only make do with it temporarily, but it was not very convenient to use.

Sima Wei is a master after all. If he knows how to act sensibly and when to advance and retreat, it is not impossible to recruit him and use him as a thug.

Song Xuan pointed at Yun Zhonghe, who was lying in a pool of blood, breathing heavily instead of inhaling, and said, "This man's name is Yun Zhonghe. He's a well-known villain in the martial arts world, having raped and tortured countless women. Master Sima should be familiar with his name, right?"

Sima Wei frowned, "He is Yun Zhonghe? Back then, the old Taoist once assigned a task within the sect, ordering his disciples to hunt down Yun Zhonghe.

But this person disappeared for several years and was never seen again, so the matter was left unresolved.”

Sima Wei was able to cultivate to the Grandmaster level, so he was certainly not a dull person. His expression immediately turned grim. "My disciple's death was related to Yun Zhonghe?"

Song Xuan briefly explained the cause of the incident, and then said: "I have killed countless people, and it is not an exaggeration to say that I kill people without blinking an eye.

But although I am decisive in killing, I do not kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Even though your disciple spoke rudely, if I enforce the law impartially, I would at most injure him, not take his life!

But unfortunately, in his eyes, Yun Zhonghe, who had committed so many evil things, was a wealthy local businessman and a kind man. As for those who died at Yun Zhonghe's hands, they were just insignificant ants, not worth mentioning."

Song Xuan waved his sleeves, and the petition left by Liu Zhang before her death flew out and landed in front of Sima Wei.

"Look for yourself at the kind of people your disciple associates with and the kinds of things he does!"

Sima Wei took the complaint and glanced at it quickly, his face becoming extremely ugly.

"If that's the case, then his death is not a pity!"

He sighed, clasped his fists towards Song Xuan and said, "This gentleman must be a high-ranking member of the Xuanyi Guard. I have some things to say to you face to face.

Our Qingcheng Sect is not an evil sect. It is considered a famous and upright sect in Sichuan and Chongqing.

But as the sect grows larger and has more disciples, there will always be some bad elements in the martial arts world, and such things are difficult to avoid.

However, my personal conduct cannot represent the entire Qingcheng Sect. I hope you will not have a bad impression of my Qingcheng Sect because of this.

In fact, I go down the mountain once every three years to check on the results of each disciple's worldly practice, and by the way, I will also clean up some disciples who have fallen into evil ways.

This Li Hong was originally my highly regarded disciple, but it's a shame that he was seduced by the worldly world and has fallen to this point in less than a year, wasting his martial arts talent."

Song Xuan stared at him with his deep eyes, feeling that this man was not speaking against his will, and nodded slightly.

As expected of a Taoist practitioner, his character is indeed much stronger than that of ordinary martial artists.

It seems that the plot of beating the younger one today and provoking the older one, and then provoking the entire sect to show off and get slapped in the face can no longer go on.

"Since you are a reasonable person, I will not make things difficult for you. You can take the body of your disciple back with you."

Sima Wei thanked him: "Thank you very much, sir. May I know your name?"

"Song Xuan!"

Sima Wei was stunned, as if he had thought of something, and a look of fear appeared on his face. "But how could Song Xuan, who had a million soldiers in Qingzhou, be killed by a single man and a single sword?"

"Oh?" Song Xuan smiled, "Has my reputation spread here?"

Sima Wei laughed dryly. The news had not only spread to the Northern Song Dynasty, but it was estimated that it had spread throughout the nine provinces of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Who in any sect with a little bit of strength in the martial arts world doesn’t know the name of the God of Killing Song Xuan?

In terms of the number of personal kills, even the bloodthirsty and murderous people from the Demon Cult can't even compare to you!

He secretly felt lucky that he was a reasonable person and did not blindly protect his shortcomings. Otherwise, if he really had an enemy with this killer god, with this man's ruthless style, the entire Qingcheng Sect would probably be killed without a single person left alive!

Holding his disciple's body, Sima Wei prepared to leave.

He knew something about the relationship between the Xuanyi Guards and local government officials. He had a premonition that the God of Death Song Xuan might not just come here for fun, and that there might be a bloody and terrible massacre ahead.

He already had a plan in mind. He had to call back all the disciples who were training in the mountain city to the mountain gate as soon as possible and keep them away from this place of trouble.

This is a fight between factions in the imperial court. Although the Qingcheng Sect is powerful, it is nothing compared to these giants in the imperial court. If it is easily affected, the entire sect may cease to exist.

"Hahaha!!!"

At this moment, a bone-chilling laugh suddenly came from the horizon, like a sudden thunder in the cold winter, shaking the streets and houses.

"Master Sima, you've lived to this age, yet you didn't even dare to seek revenge when your disciple was beaten to death. If you've done this, what's the point of living?"

This sudden mocking voice made Sima Wei's face look extremely ugly.

Song Xuan's eyes lit up.

"Another Grandmaster has arrived?"

At this moment, the thought of killing the martial arts master with one punch arose in his mind again.

At this moment, bursts of pious chanting came from afar, with a fanatical and even crazy tone, and even the sound of suona playing, echoing on the street.

"The old immortal Xingxiu, coming to the Central Plains, has great magical powers and boundless magic power!"

"Xingxiu Old Immortal, with boundless magical powers, eternal immortal blessings, and a lifespan as long as the heavens!"

Chapter 297: I need a flute boy

"Xingxiu Elder Immortal, Ding Chunqiu!"

Sima Wei held the corpse in his arms, his expression constantly changing and looking very gloomy.

At this moment, in Song Xuan's sight, a team of up to a hundred people appeared at the end of the street, both men and women, most of them were in their teens or twenties. Regardless of gender, they all looked extremely handsome.

These people were powerful and had an imposing aura. It was obvious that they had killed many people.

Right in front of the crowd, there were eight disciples of the Xingxiu Sect, each holding up one hand, carrying a bronze sedan chair with an ancient style, engraved with patterns of mountains, rivers, seas of clouds, ancient immortals and gods, etc.

The eight people walked steadily and breathed deeply, carrying the bronze sedan chair weighing thousands of pounds without any shaking. As they walked, they chanted slogans such as "Xingxiu Old Immortal, with infinite magic power".

Hundreds of Xingxiu Sect disciples behind the sedan chair chanted slogans and continuously threw flower petals to both sides. Colorful petals fell from the sky, as if immortals had descended to earth and rained flowers from the sky to celebrate.

Song Xuan looked around and saw an old man with white hair and a youthful face sitting cross-legged on the bronze sedan chair. His white clothes were floating in the air and there was a faint bright light lingering around him. It seemed that he was about to ascend to heaven at any time.

“What a grand ceremony!”

Song Xuan chuckled. When it comes to showing off, this old Xingxiu immortal Ding Chunqiu is even better than Ouyang Feng.

I have to say that Ding Chunqiu really has a good appearance. Although he looks quite old with a head full of white hair, his appearance is not much different from that of a young man in his twenties or thirties. His handsome face coupled with his immortal-like demeanor really gives people the illusion that he is an enlightened master.

Ordinary people who don't know his background, when they meet Ding Chunqiu, will really worship him as a living immortal.

Ding Chunqiu was born in the Xiaoyao Sect. Although he was a traitor, raped his master's wife, plotted to murder his master, and did all kinds of bad things, he had learned the Xiaoyao Sect's habit of liking handsome men and beautiful women.

Song Xuan took a quick look and couldn't find a single ugly disciple among the Xingxiu Sect disciples accepted by this old guy.

Ding Chunqiu held the glass wine glass in his hand, drinking leisurely while staring at Sima Wei with a free and unrestrained smile and laughing.

"Master Sima, if you are incapable, you should abdicate and let someone more capable do the job. What use will the Qingcheng Sect have in your hands other than being humiliated?"

Sima Wei's face darkened. "Ding Chunqiu, what does the Qingcheng Sect's affairs have to do with you? You're meddling too much!"

Ding Chunqiu sneered, "Practice Taoism, practice Taoism, but you're practicing the ten-thousand-year-old idiot Taoism, right? If you're this cowardly, what's the point of living for a thousand or ten thousand years?"

Without waiting for Sima Wei to speak, Ding Chunqiu continued, "You are a coward, but I, the old immortal, am not a coward. I am just a young man. Even if I have been practicing since my mother's womb, how powerful can I be?

You are afraid of his reputation, but I, the old immortal, am not afraid!"

With a move of his body, Ding Chunqiu appeared above the bronze chariot, his eyes falling on Song Xuan.

"Song Xuan, I have heard of your reputation."

"Killing a million people sounds impressive, but in reality, all you killed were minions who were not worthy of mention. They are not worth mentioning at all."

Song Xuan glanced at him, "Oh, and then?"

"To tell you the truth, I'm a guest of honor of the Sichuan and Chongqing prefects, and I've been served by him for over ten years. If you're causing trouble here, you're not giving me face!"

"Don't accuse me of bullying the weak. I'm giving you a chance to live now!

I am still short of a flute player, are you willing?"

Ding Chunqiu kept looking at Song Xuan. After so many years in the martial arts world, this was the first time he had seen a young man with such a top-notch appearance and temperament.

Perhaps, only his master Wuyazi when he was young could compete with this kid named Song.

As a beauty lover who inherited the style of the Xiaoyao School, Ding Chunqiu felt a little bit of admiration for talent.

Behind Ding Chunqiu, the sounds of drums, harps, flutes, suonas, flutes, and pianos did not stop. Instead, after Ding Chunqiu appeared, the music played by everyone became more high-spirited and exciting.

Especially one of the girls standing in the front, with small braids on her head, her hair dyed in various colors, and a non-mainstream style, she was playing the suona with all her might, her cheeks puffed up red.

Ding Chunqiu was very satisfied with his hardworking and ambitious attitude of wanting to show off in front of the Xingxiu Immortal.

I have to accept disciples like this. Only if the disciples work hard enough can I, the ancestor, ascend to immortality soon.

Song Xuan looked very calm and just casually asked, "Did you know that Ouyang Feng, one of the Five Great Masters of the Southern Song Dynasty, has died?"

"Ouyang Feng?" Ding Chunqiu was stunned for a moment. "I heard that he was promoted to Grandmaster level two years ago and entered the ranks of top Grandmasters. When did he die?

Did you offend the Grand Master?"

As a master of poison, Ding Chunqiu had naturally studied Ouyang Feng's situation.

His own Qi-transforming technique combined with his poison technique had few rivals in the Grandmaster realm. Similarly, Ouyang Feng's combination of Toad Skill and Poison Technique was also extremely impressive.

Although he had never fought with Ouyang Feng, he had an idea that the two men's strength should be roughly the same. Even if there was a difference in strength, the gap would not be that big.

Ouyang Feng, who had similar strength to him, died, which made him feel nervous.

What does it mean when this guy surnamed Song suddenly mentions Ouyang Feng?

"So you didn't know!"

Song Xuan smiled suddenly. No wonder Ding Chunqiu dared to be so arrogant and even dared to say that he wanted to recruit him as the flute-playing boy.

I thought he had some expert behind him to support him, so he felt confident. But after all this time, it turned out to be purely out of ignorance and fearlessness.

It seems that the news that he killed Ouyang Feng with one hand has not yet reached the Northern Song Dynasty.