Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

Mu Jiansheng's attitude became more respectful. "Master Song, are you here to quell the rebellion?"

Song Xuan shook his head. "Suppressing the rebellion is someone else's business. I'm here only to kill people!"

Just to kill?

Mu Jiansheng swallowed his saliva. Very good. This was consistent with his understanding of the Xuanyi Guards.

"Sir, this is my master, Iron-backed Azure Dragon Liu Dahong, this is my junior sister Fang Yi, this is my sister Mu Jianping, and this..."

Facing the Xuanyi Guards, Mu Jiansheng didn't know what to say, so he introduced the others first so that everyone could get to know each other.

I don't ask for anything else, I just want to become familiar to this Lord Song.

Liu Dahong looked embarrassed and waved his hands quickly, "Forget about my reputation in the martial arts world. My farming skills are really not good enough to show off in front of you, sir."

Song Xuan didn't put on airs. He nodded and greeted a few people.

......

In Qingzhou, inside a bandit camp, corpses were scattered all over the ground.

Yao Yue, dressed in white as white as snow, with long hair like clouds and graceful figure like a fairy, strolled in the mountain village, pointing the sword in her hand at the surviving bandit leader.

"Will you answer?"

The bandit leader was stunned. "Lady, why don't you ask? If you don't ask, how would I know what to answer?"

Yao Yue was stunned, and a look of surprise appeared on her beautiful face.

"Didn't I ask?"

The bandit leader collapsed and cried, "You came up and started killing people without saying a word!"

Yao Yue frowned, "I think I forgot to ask. Then you are really unlucky!"

"I ask you, where is Song Xuan?"

The bandit leader was stunned, Song Xuan?

"Who is Song Xuan?"

"You don't know Song Xuan?"

"If you don't tell me, how would I know who he is?"

"If you don't even know who Song Xuan is, then what's the point of living?"

Yao Yue lightly pointed the sword in her hand, with a hint of anger on her face.

You don’t even know that my husband is such an outstanding person, and you still have the nerve to be a bandit?

Rubbish!

The bandit leader's eyebrows were pierced, his eyes were empty, and his consciousness gradually faded.

Before he died, he had one question in his mind.

Who the hell is Song Xuan you are asking about?

Can you give me some hint at least?

If I don’t know who Song Xuan is, there’s no point in my living?

This woman is crazy!

......

The next morning.

The rain that had been falling all night finally stopped.

When Prince Mu and his companions walked out of the Taoist temple, all they saw were corpses. The horrifying scene frightened Mu Jianping so much that he cried out in shock.

"Everyone, let's say goodbye now!"

Song Xuan had a calm expression as he rode his warhorse towards the surrounding county town.

Song Xuan came here to kill people, to gather murderous intent and temper his spirit.

He couldn't bring himself to kill ordinary people, but he had no difficulty killing the Tartar Qing soldiers.

"Brother, shouldn't we follow?"

Mu Jianping pursed her lips, with a hint of anxiety in her eyes.

Mu Jiansheng sighed, "For such a genius, we are just a burden to him. We are not on the same level as him, so we can't force him!"

"Oh, I see!" Mu Jianping nodded in a low voice.

My brother is right. How could a roc associate with sparrows? A little sparrow like me is probably not worth mentioning in the eyes of Mr. Song, right?

......

Among the twelve counties of Guangdong Prefecture, seven had Qing troops stationed outside the city walls.

The number may be less than a thousand or as many as several thousand.

In just half a month, almost all the Qing troops in these military camps were killed.

Outside each of the massacred military camps, there was left behind a line of extremely eye-catching marks—

"The murderer is the Great Zhou Xuanyi Guard, Song Xuan!"

The name of Song Xuan, the God of Killing, finally spread throughout the martial arts world after half a month of killing.

Many underworld forces, such as the Shenlong Sect, the Tiandihui and other major forces, sent people to Guangdong Prefecture.

Many people speculated that after the killing god Song Xuan cleared out the county town defenders around the city, the next target he would deal with would be the 50,000 elite Qing troops stationed outside the city!

If this is true, it will definitely be a shocking battle.

Not to mention the Shenlong Sect, but the leader of the Tiandihui has issued an order that as long as the God of Killing Song Xuan attacks the Qing army in the city, the Tiandihui must help!

Wow! !

In the evening, in a river, Song Xuan washed off the bloody smell on his body, washed the blood-stained clothes, and then put them on while they were still wet.

As his true Qi circulated, his body temperature began to gradually rise, and soon, his clothes became dry, without a trace of moisture.

But the next moment, there was a rumbling sound in the sky. Looking up, the sky became gloomy again, and it seemed that it was going to rain again.

Song Xuan was speechless. The weather in Qingzhou changed so quickly. It was sunny just now, but it was raining heavily the next moment. It seemed that the impact of the dragon vein being cut was really not small.

Picking up the long sword, Song Xuan used his lightness skills to run along the river. After crossing a dense forest, a large house with a large area appeared in front of him.

There was no light or fire in the big house, and it was pitch black. Song Xuan looked up at the sky where raindrops began to fall, and decided to take shelter here.

Boom boom boom!

He knocked on the door and called out in a gentle tone:

"Is anyone there? Open the door, it's time to send warmth!"

Chapter 194: Old man, there are no ghosts in this world!

There was no light in the pitch-black courtyard, and no response at all.

There was no one around. In the rain shrouded the night, Song Xuan continued to knock on the door in a somewhat carefree manner.

"Fellow countryman, I really am here to bring you warmth!"

"Open the door, open the door quickly, check the water meter!"

"Open the door, open the door, I know you're home! If you have the guts to seduce a man, then open the door!"

"Monster, I can tell at a glance that you are not human, why don't you show yourself immediately!"

After knocking for a long time, no one opened the door.

Perhaps the house was too large, and Song Xuanwu did not sense any human presence for a moment. He no longer hesitated, kicked the door open, and walked in with a sword in one hand.

This is a small manor with houses arranged in an orderly manner. The spacious courtyard is clean and tidy, and it doesn't look like it is uninhabited.

'interesting! '

As Song Xuan stepped into the yard, his martial sense clearly detected several pairs of eyes spying on him in the distance. It was not known how skilled these people were in martial arts, but their ability to conceal their aura was quite good.

Since the other party had no intention of coming out, Song Xuan was too lazy to pay attention to them. He walked directly towards the largest house in the distance, raised his hand and pointed, and the candle in the house lit up immediately.

Song Xuan nodded with satisfaction. It was great to know martial arts. With just one sword, one could go wherever he wanted and live wherever he wanted. It was really convenient.

The large room was empty and divided into two halls. Song Xuan stepped into the inner room and found that it was a mourning hall filled with various memorial tablets.

The two big characters at the top of the memorial tablet are very eye-catching - Zhuang!

"Zhuang?"

Song Xuan looked at the rows of memorial tablets, then glanced at the dark and slightly eerie manor, and roughly understood where he was.

In the plot of The Deer and the Cauldron, Wei Xiaobao's childhood sweetheart Shuang'er seems to have been hiding here.

He casually picked up three incense sticks from the table in front of the altar, lit them, and inserted them into the incense burner. Song Xuan smiled and said, "I hope you all don't mind my interruption, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, suddenly, the doors and windows of the mourning hall began to creak, and gusts of cold wind with moisture blew in, blowing up the gauze curtains inside the mourning hall.

Not only that, there was a faint sound of a woman crying outside the door, and from time to time a white figure would float by. In this cold wind, most people would definitely be scared to death.

"It seems everyone welcomes me!"

Song Xuan glanced at the rows of memorial tablets and said with a smile, "There's music and dancing, it's a bit too enthusiastic."

As he said this, he found a cushion under the table and sat down with a smile.

"Since you are so enthusiastic, I will stay here for one night."

Placing the Chunyang Wuji Sword on his legs, Song Xuan started meditating and practicing, not caring at all about the gloomy and terrifying environment around him.

Outside the room, in a hidden corner, four women in white gathered together, talking in low voices, each of them a little confused.

"No, is this person sick?"

"I was crying so hard that I was scared, but he thought I was playing music to welcome him!"

A younger girl also said helplessly: "I was floating around like a ghost, but he thought I was just dancing with him."

"Madam, what should I do? Should I continue to cry and float?"

"This guy is obviously born brave. Simply scaring him won't work. How about I rush in, knock him out, and tie him up?"

The person called "Young Madam" was dressed in white, with her hair loose, her eyes red and her face as pale as paper. Not to mention, from a distance, she really had the aura of a ghost.

"Don't mess with him for now!"

The young lady hesitated for a moment. As soon as this man entered the village, she felt cold all over and her heart was pounding, as if a female ghost had met the King of Hell walking on the earth. Although she didn't know the reason, she understood that the other party was definitely a master who was extremely difficult to deal with.

"Everyone, hide. Don't bother him tonight. If he's really just staying overnight and leaving, there's no need to harbor a grudge against him."

"Yes!"

......

Since the Zhuang family's widow did not come to bother him, Song Xuan did not bother these weak women. He just sat cross-legged on the ground and continued to practice and concentrate his mind.

In the middle of the night, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the gate of the yard.

Bang bang bang!

There was a knock at the door, followed by a rough voice.

"Is anyone inside? The rain is so heavy, we're taking shelter here!"

As soon as the voice fell, the people outside pushed open the door without caring whether there was anyone inside. Then a group of people rushed into the yard, looking around vigilantly.

"Hey, there's a light in that room. Looks like there's someone there!"

Among the crowd, a tall and thin old man seemed to be the leader. He waved to the people around him, and then everyone dispersed and cautiously approached the room where Song Xuan was.

"Excuse me, who is inside? Could you please open the door and talk to me?"

With a creak, the door opened automatically without any wind.

This sudden situation frightened the tall and thin old man so much that he stepped back. After making sure that there was no danger, he continued to look forward carefully.

The hall was empty and seemed to be deserted.

But after he blinked, he was horrified to find that a figure appeared at the door at some point, but disappeared in just a moment.