Look In the Mirror

  Chapter 425 Mysterious old man

   "Splitting light and wrong shadow!"

  Qu Huanbo blurted out four words, which immediately attracted the attention of several people at the same table.

   Near him, a monk with a thin figure like a bamboo pole picked up a peanut that fell on the table, threw it into his mouth and asked, "Sir, I don't know what kind of trick this split light is?"

  Qu Huanbo raised his wine glass and took a sip before responding, "Split light and shadow, I haven't seen anyone perform it for many years."

   "This move is the unique skill of Lieguang Pavilion in Nanjiang."

   "You need to be extremely talented to practice."

   "Many years ago, there was a master of swordsmanship in Lieguang Pavilion, who was able to separate seven figures in an instant, and killed the three demon saints of the demon clan at that time with one move. The world was shocked for a while."

   "It was only later that he was like a flash in the pan and never appeared again."

   "I didn't expect that after so many years, I could see it in southern Xinjiang. Such exquisite swordsmanship is really an eye-opener."

  As soon as Qu Huanbo finished speaking, the cultivator on the opposite side was taken aback for a moment, and then asked in surprise, "Split light...false shadow?"

   "Could it be related to the 'Shadow Sword Demon' from the previous dynasty?"

  Qu Huanbo murmured: "It is said that the 'Shadow Sword Demon' from the previous dynasty turned into ten shapes with one shadow, and thousands of thousands with one sword."

   "It is indeed similar to "Separation of Light and Shadow"."

   Jingle Dangdang~

  Three people fight as a group.

  Bu Hengqiu and Hong Mao became more and more frightened as they fought.

  The two are also outstanding geniuses in southern Xinjiang.

   At this time, with two enemies and one, he is still a little-known little man, but he is repeatedly in danger.

   Miao Yuanzhou's lightsaber is suitable at all times, and the two figures sometimes intersect and change from time to time.

  Sword and shadow one into two, two into four.

  It is obvious that Bu Hengqiu and Hong Mao are two against one, but they seem to be surrounded by Miao Yuanzhou.

  The encirclement war was abruptly turned into a breakout war.

  Bu Hengqiu flashed a shadow of a sword, his heart tightened, he resorted to moving his body, picked up a dice, and hit a figure of Miao Yuanzhou.

   At the same time, he secretly shouted: "One for each!"

  Although Bu Hengqiu is sometimes a little playful, but after all, his family background is extraordinary and his cultivation base is quite solid.

  After a few tricks, he has discovered some of them.

  Miao Yuanzhou separated two figures, one solid and the other empty.

  But between the two, they can be converted to each other.

  Therefore, there is no definite number.

  Only when two people are attacking at the same time, even if the other party uses a magical transformation, they can only be hit.

   Hongmao immediately understood when he heard the words.

"it is good!"

  The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, dodged the sword while resorting to counterattack.

   Hongmao's hand changed, but a judge's pen appeared.

  This green-headed red stick is very simple, as if rusted.

  But with the infusion of aura, a mysterious light lit up on the pen, and the rust-like color instantly swayed.

  The Judge Pen, which was still dirty just now, has taken on a brand new look.

   It's still green and red, but it seems to have been polished.

  On the body of the pen, there is also a layer of 'star map'.

   "Diancang Star Pen!"

  As soon as the pen came out, some monks recognized it immediately.

  Diancang Xingchen brush is the treasure of the town school passed down from generation to generation of the Diancang school.

   Unexpectedly, Master Cangsong would be willing to invite this pen out.

   While everyone was in amazement, Bu Hengqiu on the other side was unwilling to be lonely.

  Qinghong Villa has been operating gambling houses for generations.

  When it comes to wealth, it is not impossible to say that it is as rich as an enemy.

  The most talked-about part of Qinghong Villa is the 'trench', especially the endless emergence of rare magic weapons.

  During the tournament before, Bu Hengqiu carried the 'Three Talents Spirit Dice' and the 'Silver Sorrow Sword' with him.

  The two magic weapons are rare treasures.

   Later, when San Cai Ling dice was betting on stones, he lost to the bearded boss and came to Li Chen's hands.

   But the Silver Sorrow Sword has always been in his hands, always with him.

  At this time, Miao Yuanzhou had already formed more than a dozen sword shadows.

  Yin Sorrow Sword's light is cold and cold, and every time it is cut out, the sword's shadow will fall.

   But even so, the opponent's sword shadow is still continuously generated.

  Bu Hengqiu felt more and more strenuous as he hit more and more. At this moment, he caught a glimpse of Hongmao's Diancang Xingchen brush, and he felt certain in his heart, and something appeared in his hand.

   is a golden copper coin.

  As soon as it appears, it is covered with a layer of colorful colors.

   Take a turn.

  The sound became clearer and clearer.

   Just when everyone was wondering about the origin of this thing, the old man in the inn next to him let out a soft 'huh'.

   Immediately aroused the contempt of all the monks: "You old man is pretending, and those who don't know think you recognize the origin of this thing."

   "Haha, how is it possible, even we have no idea, how can this old man recognize it?"

  The old man didn't answer, just nodded with a smile, expressing apology.

   "I think what Bu Shao said is right, this old man is rustic, what kind of black shop and so on, it's just nonsense."

   "Haha, I still burn the head..."

   "Half of the loess is buried up to the neck, I'm afraid I can't even lift the knife."

"Hahaha."

   "Old man, give me a braised human head on this table."

"Ha ha…"

  As soon as this remark came out, everyone laughed wildly.

  Just at this moment, the laughter that was a little loud just now stopped abruptly.

   Everyone was curious for a moment, and they couldn't help turning their heads to look.

  The laughing Qinghong Mountain Villa disciple opened his mouth slightly, revealing a row of white teeth.

   His eyes were full of contempt, seeing everyone looking at him.

   Obvious body froze for a moment.

  It seems that something is wrong, but I can't tell what is wrong.

  Raised his hand to touch his neck.

  His hand was actually red.

   Soon his eyes gradually blurred, and the whole world was tumbling.

   There was a faint 'Zi Zi' sound in my ears.

  Quiet, absolutely silent.

   It's completely different from the noise just now.

  A group of monks looked at the head that rolled to the ground, and then at the headless corpse still sitting upright, all of them were terrified.

  I saw the old man still standing by the old dining table, wiping it carefully and repeatedly.

   Seems like it never moved at all.

who is it?

when?

   Gudong.

  The entire inn can hear the sound of needles falling.

   All of this is too much of a coincidence.

  The unlucky guy just ordered 'braised human head', and the next moment it was split into two pieces.

  It is equivalent to ordering yourself as a dish.

  This old man... didn't tell lies!

  At least he is very strong in handling ingredients!

   For a while, no one in the inn dared to move an inch.

  Even Miao Yuanzhou, Bu Hengqiu and Hong Mao, who were still fighting together just now, stopped fighting at the same time.

   "You... you really run a black shop?!"

  Bu Hengqiu is crying, how unlucky he is, who is not good to offend, do he have to pick the strongest every time?

  Just because the old man beheaded that person without anyone noticing just now, he knew that this person was extraordinary.

  But I heard the old man smile "hehe".

   "Three little guys, it's not good to be black and white with the old man."

   After speaking, he walked up to Bu Hengqiu, stepped forward to hold the copper coin, held it in front of his eyes for a while, and flicked it with his fingers.

  Golden light floated above, and the sound of Qingyue came.

  The old man grinned, and the wrinkles on his face were twisted into a ball.

   "Hey, this copper plate from the guest officer can just add a 'braised human head'."

  As soon as these words came out, Bu Hengqiu's face turned pale.

   These words are not without threat.

   "Old man, this copper coin belongs to you, so there is no need to serve the food."

   The implication is to use that copper coin to buy his own life.

  The old man picked up the copper plate and said with a straight face, "That won't work."

   "If you spend money, you have to eat food."

   "If you don't eat it, you look down on the old man's craftsmanship."

   After speaking, he picked up the head on the ground and walked towards the back kitchen.

  PS: Monthly ticket, recommendation ticket, come to the bowl~

  (end of this chapter)