Unparalleled Evildoer

Chapter 75: It's hard to tell what's going on

Longquan You looked at the crowd that had gathered around him, and saw that there were quite a few shameless people from the Baiyue Gang who had not left. He knew that if these people, together with the people from various sects, attacked together, although he was not afraid, it would be difficult for his disciples to resist. Besides, if Wuzhan really hadn't obtained any secret method, it would be a waste of time to become enemies with so many people.

Longquan stroked his silver beard and laughed, "Okay, I'll give you an explanation right now, just ask whatever you want to ask!"

Everyone's eyes were focused on the unobstructed view, and someone shouted, "You said yesterday that you didn't get the treasure, so why did you hand over the five-colored stone today? Tell me, what else do you have?" The question was so direct.

Wuzhan looked at everyone and said calmly, "The five-colored stone is made of five magic stones, two of which were originally mine, but they were taken away by them. When I took them back, Pavilion Master Xiao and many people saw them."

Xiao Jinghong said: "That's true, but there were three magic stones at that time, where did the other two come from?"

Wuzhan said: "I don't know either. When I woke up, Luwu already had five in his hand."

Someone shouted, "You are talking nonsense. Yesterday you said the magic stone disappeared, and today it was taken out of your body again. If you don't tell the truth, we will cut you open and let you find it yourself!"

Wuzhan said: "The five-colored stone can bring people back to life and save their lives. Naturally, I am unwilling to hand over the five-colored stone. Besides, if I still have any magic weapon, how can the court let me go so easily." He meant to emphasize that the treasure had been taken away by the court. If you want it back, go find Jiang Yuan.

"How did you escape?"

"Why would Lu Wu save you?"

"Since you have obtained the five-colored stone, where is the golden elixir?"

"Why did Xiao Yuzhen protect you? What did you tell her?"

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Faced with the crowd's insatiable questioning, Wuzhan could only sit on the ground and keep his mouth shut. He was unwilling to waste any more words talking to them. He knew that even if he told them the spells he had realized, or handed over the golden elixir in the Qiankun Jade, these people would not give in. Instead, everything he had said would become empty words, making them even more suspicious. But dragging it on like this was not a solution after all, as he was almost starving to death.

If it wasn't for saving Qin Moyao, he wouldn't have told Xiao Yuzhen the spell so early, leading to him being in a desperate situation. But how could he watch Qin Moyao die in front of him? He knew that Qin Moyao must be in pain, just like he was on the horse that year.

Seeing that Wuzhan had been silent for a long time, the crowd asked, "Boy, answer quickly, or you won't be able to leave this mountain."

Wuzhan looked at everyone and said weakly, "I'm too hungry to answer."

When everyone heard this, they realized that Wuzhan had not eaten for a day. Some people threw out their dry food, which fell in front of Wuzhan. Wuzhan wanted to pick it up, but Longquan stopped him and said, "Wait!" He signaled his disciples to give Wuzhan the dry food, as he was worried about the dry food from other sects.

A Songshan disciple turned around, took out a few pieces of bread from the package and handed them to Wuzhan. Wuzhan said, "Thank you!" and started eating. The Songshan disciple then handed him a water bag. Wuzhan took it, drank a sip of water, and then continued to eat the bread.

After the food went down his stomach, his stomach gradually felt better and he chewed slowly without any problems. He was thinking of a solution.

Everyone watched Wuzhan eat the bread impatiently. Finally, they saw Wuzhan finish the bread, drink a sip of water, return the water bag to the Songshan disciple, and ask, "You should have the strength to speak now!"

Wuzhan said calmly: "What do you all want? I will string them together for you."

Someone angrily said, "You little brat, you're playing tricks on us!"

Wuzhan said: "I dare not. If I had any treasure, I would have given it to you long ago. Have you ever thought about it? Since Xing Tian was fighting against the gods, when he was sealed, what else would he leave behind besides Gan Qi?"

When everyone heard this, they were disappointed. What Wuzhan said made sense, but someone said, "But he is an immortal soul, how could he not leave any relics behind!"

Wuzhan said: "I did pick up this one, but it's not what you want, it's a music score."

Everyone's eyes widened after hearing this. "Tell me where the sheet music is?"

Longquan quickly signaled his disciple to search him. Sure enough, the disciple only found a book made of animal skin in his sleeve. He handed it to Longquan. As soon as he saw the cover, he knew it was very old. There were two ancient characters written on it.

Longquan took the book in his hand and didn't know what it was. He turned the page and saw the densely packed words on it, which he didn't know at all. Everyone asked anxiously, "What book is this? Show it to us!"

"Show it to us quickly!" The crowd, unable to hold back any longer, rushed forward. The disciples of Songshan brandished their swords to meet them. There were flashes of swords and sabers, and shouts of killing arose.

Longquan frowned, feeling troubled. It was true that the book must be Xingtian's relic, but he knew nothing about its contents. If it was a secret book of martial arts, it would be worth it to fight his way out of the siege with it. But if it was really a music score as Wuzhan said, he would have sacrificed so many of his hard-trained disciples for this, which would make the cultivation world laugh out loud.

While he was hesitating, two disciples were killed by the swords. Longquan suddenly had an idea and shouted, "Stop! You can see for yourself!" Then he threw the animal skin book high into the air.

The siege was lifted immediately after the book was thrown out. Everyone rushed to the flying animal skin book. People who were close to the landing point flew to catch it, but before they could catch the animal skin book, they were hit by a flying knife thrown by someone unknown and died on the spot. One person just got the animal skin book, but before he could open it to read it, his body and head were cut into two pieces. The whole crowd surrounded the animal skin book and fought in a group. Blood flew everywhere and screams were heard. After a while, the book was torn open. After some people got a page, they wanted to get someone else's page. Unexpectedly, their page was taken away by others and they were killed by a sword. Some people rushed down the mountain and joined the bloody snatch.

Longquan watched from the sidelines and ordered his disciples to bypass the crowd and kill anyone they saw coming down the mountain. This was the result he wanted. Let them fight each other first, and the rest of the people would be easier to deal with.

In fact, Wuzhan had anticipated this result, so he summoned the "Fortune-telling" and put it in his sleeve. These were the various sects of cultivation, and he already hated them.

Finally someone shouted, "Stop it, don't kill any more, this might be a music score!"

The sounds of killing gradually stopped, and those who got the pages of the book began to carefully look at the ancient text in their hands. Most of them didn't know what was written on them.

"Let me see you!" A handsome man slowly fell from the crowd. He had a handsome face, eyes like stars, and was dressed in gorgeous white clothes. He was waving a beautiful painted fan in his hand. He was graceful and extraordinary.

Someone in the crowd recognized him. He was Yang Yingjie, the "romantic talent" from Jiangnan. He was a disciple of the evil Zhaixing Pavilion and learned the true teachings from the old monster Guantian. Although he was young, his cultivation had already reached the level of Taoism. He was wealthy and compared himself to Song Yu. He was fond of poetry and prose, spent money like water, and hunted for countless beauties. Whenever he met a beautiful woman, he would paint her portrait on a fan. The fan in his hand was called "Qunfang Fan", and everyone knew it. Many women hoped that their portraits could be painted on his "Qunfang Fan".

Yang Yingjie casually grabbed a piece of animal skin, glanced at it, and said with a slight smile: "The repeated characters on it are the ancient characters of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Hui and Yu. This is indeed an ancient music score!"

Everyone looked carefully and saw that it was indeed the case. Looking at the dozen people lying dead around them, they were glad that they did not lose their lives, but they still felt dissatisfied and shouted, "If it is a song, then can you sing it for us?"

Yang Yingjie said unhappily: "Do you ordinary people know how to appreciate it? Why should I sing for you?"

"You can't sing, right? You claim to be talented, but it's all in vain..." Before he could finish his words, the disciple who spoke was hit in the throat by a beam of white light. He fell to the ground and died. Everyone was shocked and broke out in cold sweats.

Yang Yingjie smiled slightly and said, "Who dares to dirty my ears?" The white clothes moved without wind.

No one dared to say anything more. They looked at Xiao Jinghong and Longquan. Xiao Jinghong smiled and said, "I have heard that Young Master Yang is very talented and knowledgeable. Can you sing a section of this song to reassure these people?"

Yang Yingjie smiled confidently and said, "That's fine. Hand over all those pages and I'll give it a try!" Those who had pages in their hands knew that it was indeed the music score, so they stepped forward and handed the pages to Yang Yingjie. Some of the pages had been torn into three or four pieces.

"You bunch of reckless men have ruined all the music scores!" Yang Yingjie took it and reorganized it into a book, a total of sixteen pages. He stared at the cover and said, "The pronunciation of these two words is Bu Mou!" He opened the book and scanned the pages one by one. "There are five music scores on it, namely "Fu Li", "Harvest", "Wind Grass", "Fearless", and "Wind Rising". The author is Xing Tian!"

Everyone thought: "It is indeed the relic of Xingtian. It seems that this kid did not lie to us!" But they thought: "If it is the relic of Xingtian, could there be some secret method hidden in it?" Their eyes began to be filled with fantasies again.

Yang Yingjie frowned and thought, then continued, "This piece of music is best played on the piano. It is very difficult for me to sing it. Moreover, the melody is high and low, circling and rising, complicated and complex, as if it is challenging me and playing with the piano. I have never seen it before. If you want to play this piece of music, you need to have superb piano skills. Otherwise, the strings will break after playing a few notes. As far as I know, there are two people who may be able to play this piece of music, Gao Jianli and the woman on my fan!"

Everyone knew that Gao Jianli had assassinated the King of Qin and had been executed, so they hurriedly asked, "Where is that woman? Ask her to play for us!"

Yang Yingjie closed the book and smiled slightly, "Then you can follow me to Jiujiang and see if she is willing to play for you?"

This place is far from Jiujiang, and it takes more than ten days to get there by fast travel. Who among these sect disciples would be willing to go so far just to listen to a piece of music? They were unhappy and said, "If you can't, we can find someone ourselves. Why go so far!"

Yang Yingjie said coldly: "You bunch of ruffians don't believe in me. You just think this is some kind of martial arts. Well, I will give it back to you. Who wants it?" As he said that, he was about to throw it out.

After the fight just now, it was basically confirmed that this was a music score. For a moment, everyone hesitated and was reluctant to give it up, and no one dared to take it.

"Give me back the music score!" Wuzhan stood up and said.

Longquan stopped him and said, "Wait a minute! It's better for me to keep this book for you!"

Wuzhan said: "Young Master Yang has confirmed that it is a music score, why bother with it, Senior!"

Longquan said: "With just one side's words, everyone is not convinced. Before it is confirmed to be the music score, I will be responsible for your safety to the end!"

Wuzhan said calmly, "I am very grateful for your kindness, if there is a chance, I will definitely repay you. If you don't believe me, I know a little about music and can prove that it is a music score. It just needs a piano."

After hearing this, Longquan said, "That would be the best, and it would put everyone at ease. But this place is deserted, where can we borrow a zither right now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone shouted, "I have a broken zither right here!"

Everyone looked over and saw a short, green-faced man running up happily. Longquan was about to take it, but the green-faced man opened his mouth, revealing two big teeth, and said, "I have to give it to him in person, otherwise I won't lend it to him!"

(End of this chapter)