Cypress Boat Floating

Decades ago, a man with six fingers suddenly appeared in the martial arts world. He carried a guqin on his back and traveled around the world looking for people to challenge. He defeated the top ten people in the martial arts world and made himself the number one in the martial arts world just by relying on the guqin.

This was supposed to be a good thing, but no one knew when, but suddenly, someone started to spread the rumor that this number one martial artist was a demon who had killed countless people. It was said that he killed people without blinking an eye, and did not even follow the rules of martial arts. He murdered those who competed with him, causing those who fought against him to die on the second day of the duel.

Some people say that the sound of this man's piano is very strange, some people say that this man's piano is a magic piano, and some people say that this man is a devil, a devil who kills people without blinking an eye, and no grass grows wherever he passes.

So some people in the martial arts world called him the Six-Fingered Demon of the Lute. As the saying goes, three people make a tiger. Since then, the reputation of the Six-Fingered Demon of the Lute has spread throughout the martial arts world, and everyone wants to kill him.

Whoever kills him can win the highest honor and become the best in the martial arts world. Why not do it?

But after the Six-Fingered Demon became the best in the world, he hid himself and no one could find him. Until more than ten years ago, people found his residence, chopped off his hands, and killed him.

From then on, there was no more Six-Fingered Demon in the world.

Ye Jianqing was not a person of the martial arts world, did not understand the rules of the martial arts world, and did not know the past of the martial arts world, but she knew that the person in front of her might not be a little devil who learned from the Demon Lord as described in the files.

She didn't completely think that Murong Zhixu was a conscienceless person. She was not a gambler, but her luck in gambling had always been good, so she wanted to give it a try.

Fortunately, she made the right bet.

"What do you want to know?" Murong Zhixu was still moved by what she had just said. After hesitating for a few seconds, he raised his hand and motioned her to sit down.

"Shrine, what's going on?" Ye Jianqing had only this one purpose from beginning to end, she just wanted to know this one thing.

"If you have checked my files, you should know about the Six-Fingered Demon." Murong Zhixu sighed, put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands, and sat down facing Ye Jianqing. This was his respect for Ye Jianqing and for this matter.

"I know. He is your master."

"Yes." Murong Zhixu nodded. "Master is very talented. He has been passionate about the guqin since he was a child and plays it very well. When he was young, he accidentally injected his inner strength into the sound of the guqin while playing the guqin. He discovered that this move could be used to attack the enemy from a distance, so he practiced this move hard and injected all his inner strength into the sound of the guqin. Later, he even developed a unique martial arts.

After the master had mastered the skills, he chose to go out and challenge the top ten martial arts masters. He succeeded, but their duels were all limited, and the master had never killed anyone.

After Master got the title of the best in the martial arts world, he felt bored and decided to go back to the mountain to continue practicing the piano. He found me on the way back to the mountain, and since then I have been practicing the piano with Master. "

"But, didn't it say that those who competed with your master died the next day?" Ye Jianqing was puzzled. It was correct what the file said.

"Indeed, those people died the next day, but their deaths were not caused by my master. They were poisoned and killed by other people, not by my master. I later investigated and found that those people had contact with the God's House before they died."

"Has the God's House appeared so early?" Ye Jianqing was stunned. She never thought that this so-called God's House had such a long history. So how did it exist? Who was the person behind it?

She felt that she had finally found a tiny clue about the shrine, and thought that this clue would be gone once it was pulled out. Unexpectedly, this was just the tip of the iceberg, and there was a huge iceberg buried under the water.

"Yes, the God's House actually appeared in the world more than 20 years ago." Murong Zhixu gave her an affirmative answer, which made her feel that the road to finding the clue was even more out of reach.

"You should know about this, Miao people." Murong Zhixu asked, but before Ye Jianqing could give an answer, he continued, "I heard that the God House was originally built by the spirit girl of the Miao village. This spirit girl escaped from the Miao village and ran away with a man. The two of them had no means of living, so they could only use this skill of deceiving people to make a living.

The spirit girls in the past were not like they are now. They knew everything and were especially good at making poison. At that time, Shenwu was very popular in the martial arts world, but they still restrained themselves and did not make trouble in front of the court.

At that time, the shrine was just a small house. When someone came, women would help cure diseases and cast spells, while men would help kill a few people. Over time, the name of the shrine spread.

When people learned about the greatness of this shrine, they began to seek help from them whenever they had something they wanted to do but couldn't. When there were too many people, they knew how to hide. They hid for a few years at the beginning, and no one knew where they were.

A few years later, they came out again. At that time, the God House changed its rules. It no longer showed its true face to others, nor did it tell others the specific location of the God House. If you wanted the God House to do anything, you had to go to the God House's agent. At that time, the agent was very valuable, and everyone wanted to be this agent. "

“??? There’s this thing called an agent?” The more Ye Jianqing listened, the more he felt that this routine seemed familiar.

"Yes, not only that, if you want to be the agent, you need to pay money and swear to be loyal to the God's House for life."

Well, I am more familiar with this routine.

“Those who had competed with my master at that time had all been to the God’s House before competing with my master. Most of them were agents of the God’s House.

I heard that most of these people died because their internal organs were shattered, so everyone blamed my master for it, saying that my master didn't know how to use enough force and beat them to death."

"If you judge that their deaths were caused by the shrine simply because they had contact with it, that's a bit unreasonable, isn't it? Isn't that not rigorous?" Ye Jianqing asked back.

"If my master wants to kill someone, there is no need to go through so much trouble. A string of the harp can kill someone without anyone noticing."

"This doesn't mean that those people were killed by Shenwu." It's not that Ye Jianqing wants to argue with others. She can understand Murong Zhixu. In his eyes, he feels that his master would never kill these people, but this is not a reason to put the blame on Shenwu.

Murong Zhixu knew that she didn't believe him, so he didn't get angry. He just reached behind his head and loosened the white cloth that had been tied around his eyes: "Do you know how I became blind?"

Ye Jianqing looked at Murong Zhixu's eyes in surprise. His eyes were empty, with nothing in them: "You..."

"My eyes are a gift from the shrine." Murong Zhixu did not tie up the white cloth, but just let it float in his hands.

In the end, Chi Yu couldn't bear it anymore. He took the white cloth from Murong Zhixu's hand, stood up, and tied it up behind him so that no one else could see it.

"I'm sorry." Ye Jianqing pursed her lips. She felt that what she had just said was a bit too much. She questioned others without knowing whether it was true or not. She felt that she needed to apologize to Murong Zhixu for this.

Murong Zhixu just smiled. To him, none of this mattered anymore.

“After Master left, I went to investigate and found that most of the people who came to suppress him were related to the Shrine, so I secretly went to the Shrine to investigate and found some things that I shouldn’t have found.

And from that time on, I began to be hunted by the God House.

Everyone says that I am a little devil, who learned the art of playing the guqin from the six-fingered demon. I kill people and ghosts while holding a guqin. Little do they know that those people were sent by the shrine to kill me.

Rumors started to spread that I was a demon, and everyone started to follow the orders of the God's House to attack me. "

That day, on the edge of a cliff outside the Great Wall, the poisoned Murong Zhixu's eyes had long been blurred and he could not see the way forward. His hands were covered with scars from the strings from playing the piano many times.

It was a bit too much for him to face the entire martial arts world alone. Murong Zhixu never considered himself a genius. He just relied on his love for guqin and a little bit of martial arts talent to learn all of his master's internal skills. He thought that after he finished learning, he would seek justice for his master, but he never thought that he would be chased and blocked by everyone just like his master a few years ago.

Facing the crowd, he had long since lost his strength, and now he was forced to the edge of the cliff.

The dark scene in front of him looked blurry to him, and every color turned into blood in his eyes.

The so-called righteous and villains in the martial arts world all gathered together, shouting "eliminating demons and defending the way". They all wanted to get rid of him who had done nothing, but they didn't know that the real demon was behind them controlling and using them. And they were still ignorantly presiding over their so-called justice.

Their swords were fast, but they were afraid of the speed of Murong Zhixu's piano. They wanted to chop off Murong Zhixu's hands that were playing the piano, just like they had chopped off the hands of the Six-Fingered Zither Demon, so that he could no longer use the piano to protect himself.

One step back is like a bottomless abyss; one step forward is like a sword piercing your heart.

Murong Zhixu had no choice.

He originally thought that the world of martial arts was just like this.

The poison in his body was continuing to take effect, his eyes were becoming increasingly blurry, and blood was constantly flowing from his eye sockets. In order to prolong his life, he simply used his internal force to seal several of his key acupuncture points, but this also hindered his ability to perform.

Glancing behind me.

Murong Zhixu turned around and jumped down without hesitation.

It was useless for him not to avenge his master in this life, so he had no choice but to go to the underworld to make amends to his master.

The wind blew past my ears and blew up my hair.

His eyes could no longer see clearly, the poison had taken effect, and his whole body was numb. He could no longer hold his beloved guqin tightly, and his hands could no longer play the instrument.