Strange Worlds: The Sequence

"I don't marry, so I won't be as unlucky as Uncle Qinghe."

Bai Guanlan said indifferently.

"If you don't get married, what should you do about the hidden dangers of using the yin method? When the time comes, the insidiousness will attack, not only will the pain be unbearable, but it will even affect your own martial arts!"

Bai Miyue rolled her eyes and said angrily.

"Severe pain? No matter how insidious it hurts, can it hurt when the sword energy enters the body?"

Bai Guanlan laughed at himself, "As for the influence of insidiousness on martial arts, I will naturally find a way to solve it, so don't worry, Senior Sister."

Hearing Bai Guanlan's response, Bai Miyue couldn't help feeling distressed, and said in relief:

"Well, well, it's up to you, you can do whatever you want, we won't say anything."

In the huge Pudu Mountain, there is only Bai Guanlan who is so different, he does not practice the [Tao Sequence], but walks the [Sword Sequence].

Bai Miyue is relatively close to Bai Guanlan, and every time she sees the latter's sword qi burst out, the painful look of dying, she can't help but cry secretly.

Even Bai Miyue herself once had thoughts of suicide when her inner demons were haunting her.

If Bai Guanlan hadn't discovered it early and informed Uncle Guanyun, she would have died long ago.

To this day, due to the existence of inner demons, Bai Miyue dare not step down the Pudu Mountain again.

These are the costs of mastering a sequence, no matter which sequence.

"It's getting late, I have to start, try to go back as fast as possible!"

"I still want to come back and eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by my senior sister!"

Bai Guanlan waved his hand and set off.

The fishing boat slowly sailed out of Xianyun Ferry, and gradually disappeared from Bai Miyue's sight.

...

If you are not happy to help, you will gather in Yitang.

It was night now, but the Juyi Hall of the Bule Gang was brightly lit and full of people.

The sky seemed to be painted with thick ink, with only a few stars dotted on it.

The rain had just stopped, but the cloud that had just been weeping was still loosely covering the sky, revealing only some pale gleams, foretelling that the bright moon was fully dressed and ready to appear on the stage.

"The purpose of calling everyone here today is to discuss a major matter related to the life and death of our Bule Gang!"

The leader of the unhappy gang.

"Madman" Yu Wen wins himself.

This gang leader, who was nearly fifty years old, was in his prime. Although he didn't look very tall, his body was muscular and his eyes were wide open, giving him a terrifying power.

"To tell you the truth, my second uncle, 'Crazy Saber' Yu Wenxie, the only divine mind master of Bule Gang, committed suicide three days ago because of anger."

In fact, Yu Wenxie had already died before the three big competitions, but this news was suppressed by Yu Wen Shengji and did not leak.

He taught Yu Wentai the life-consuming martial arts in order to make a final fight and win a chance for the Bule Gang.

In the end they lost.

Lost to the Zhao family.

"Now I don't like to help the dragons without a leader. Without Grandmaster Shenyi, how can I survive in the fiercely competitive Minjiang land?"

"Especially the Zhao family who are pressing every step of the way. How can we resist their encroachment?"

"Liuhemen has only one Shenyi Grandmaster, and it is difficult to protect himself. It is difficult to keep their one-acre three-point land in Wuyi Mountain, let alone lend a helping hand to our Bule Gang."

As soon as Yuwen Shengji said this, there was a huge commotion in Juyi Hall.

Everyone couldn't believe it and made a noise.

"How is it possible? Isn't the old man Yu Wenyu not yet a hundred years old? Although he is old, he has not yet reached the time when his vitality and blood are decaying, so why..."

"Did you listen to what the gang leader said just now? Anger and suicide are the negative characteristics of [Sword Sequence]."

"Since the Zhao family won the big competition among the three families, they have become more and more aggressive in recent days, and now our old gang leader..."

"How can this be good!"

Looking at the terrified and panicked expressions of the people below, Yuwen Katsuki also felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

The pillar of the Bule Gang was broken.

This day also collapsed.

Once upon a time, he was as overwhelmed as the people below, sitting alone in the city of sorrow.

But now, the Zhao family should be the ones who should be in fear all day long.

Papa——

Yuwen Shengji clapped his palms twice, attracting everyone's attention, and said with a smile on his face:

"As the saying goes, asking for help is like swallowing a three-foot sword, and relying on others is like going up to the nine heavens. Liuhemen cannot be relied on. We, the Bule Gang, must find a way to save ourselves."

"Self-help? How can we save ourselves?"

Some old people who were not happy to help raised their heads and sighed deeply. The gap between the exterior scene and the spirit is really not the slightest bit.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is one in a million to promote Shenyi from the location.

Out of a hundred location fighters, it is already considered remarkable if one can be promoted to Shenyi.

"Do you still remember how our Bule Gang was first established?"

On the first seat, Yuwen Shengji said quietly: "It was my second uncle Yuwen Xie who brought dozens of brothers from the Central Plains to this land of Minjiang, and fought bloody and hard for decades before breaking through. I am not happy to help this huge foundation."

"Now that my second uncle has passed away, if I, Yuwen Shengji, hand over this inheritance to the Zhao family, I can't do it, and it's impossible for me to do it."

"I am willing to give everything for this, even if I bear the infamy of the world."

The gang members who were not happy to help the gang were a little surprised when they heard Yuwen Shengji's words.

They don't know what Yuwen Katsuji's words mean.

Isn't it time to discuss how to deal with Zhao's intrusion?

Why did he suddenly talk about being infamous?

When everyone was puzzled, Yu Wensheng suddenly stood up, gave up the seat of the head, and bowed respectfully to the man in black who came out behind him.

"Abandoned disciples of the Luohou lineage of Shuramen, the descendant of Yuwen Yu, Yuwen Shengji, welcomes the master of Shuramen."

Then, Yuwen Shengji personally led the man in black to sit at the head of Juyi Hall.

He himself stood beside the man in black, like a servant.

Asura Sect, one of the six evil sects, is a powerful sect of evil ways in the rivers and lakes!

Hearing Yuwen Shengji's words, all the gang members who were not happy to help were dumbfounded.

Among the six evil sects, the demon head of the Shura sect is the most lethal.

They take pleasure in killing barbarians and are proud of slaughtering.

It is said that in the sect residence of Shuramen, there are mountains of skeletons and forests of bones.

Human hair was spun into felt pieces, and human skin and flesh were rotten into dust.

Human tendons are entangled in the tree, dry and scorched as bright as silver.

There are mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the stench is unpleasant.

Why not.

However, no one can say for sure how credible the rumors are, and the Shuramen did not refute them.

But this also reflects the importance of murderous nature of Shuramen warriors.

In the eyes of most people in the Jianghu, warriors from the Asura Sect are no longer worthy of being human beings, but are called devils.

The members of the Bule Gang did not expect that the founder of their Bule Gang came from the Shura Sect.

What they didn't expect was that Yuwen Shengji was so bold that he dared to invite people from the Asura Sect to become the leader and not happy to help!

"Guild Master, you are leading wolves into the house, setting yourself on fire!!"

"Master, think twice!"

Many gang members below shouted sharply almost immediately, hoping to wake up Yuwen Shengji and let him understand what he was doing.

Among them, the most powerful one is a burly old man with white hair, who is the deputy head of Bule Gang, "White Lion" Qing Meng.

Although the Bule Gang is on the decline, facing the Zhao family's pressing force, they are helpless, but after all, both of them are still the righteous forces in the arena.

Even if they lose to the Zhao family, they are not happy to help them escape from Minjiang, and escape to other places to recuperate. Although they are lonely, at least there is a chance to start all over again, isn't it?

If they really want to defect to the Asura Sect, from now on their Bule Gang will be completely classified as evil sects and heretics, and will be besieged and suppressed by righteous sects.

In this huge rivers and lakes, where is there any place for them not to be happy to help?

But Qingmeng never expected that Yuwen Shengji would actually dare to do such a horrible thing, leading people from the Shuramen into the Bule Gang, and even respecting the Shuramen as the master!

How dare he Yuwen wins himself?

How dare you! !

Qingmeng roared in his heart, his snow-white hair and beard trembled slightly with anger, his eyes were wide open, staring at Yuwen Katsuki who was obediently still bowing beside the first seat, his eyes were full of hatred for iron and steel, anger Its indisputable rage.

"Yu Wenxuan has a good nephew."

The voice from under the black robe was low, but round and loud, with a tone as pure as silver, which gave his conversation a special charm.

But in the next instant, this charming voice suddenly changed, becoming hoarse and piercing like the wail of a ghost crawling out of the underworld.

"But his former subordinates made me very angry, really angry!"

"I hate people yelling in front of me the most. What do you think, Nephew Yuwen?"

The man in black turned his head to look at Yuwen Katsuki who was standing beside him, his voice raised.

Hearing this, Yuwen Shengji hastily cupped his hands and said, "Even if the uncle vents, my nephew will never complain!"

Seeing Yuwen Shengji's docile appearance, the man in black nodded in satisfaction.

"Yes, you are very good."

Then, the man in black stood up abruptly, and almost instantly dodged from the side of the first seat a few feet away to Qing Meng's body.

The long knife was raised high.

There was a snort.

Immediately, blood splashed everywhere like goose feathers.

Qing Meng's head with glaring eyes, slit canthus and furious crown was thrown high, and then fell to the ground, rolling past the feet of the unhappy gang.

Gudong, Gudong,

In the end, Qingmeng's head rolled to the feet of Yu Wentai who was standing behind the crowd.

Looking at Qing Meng's death-defying head, the back of Yu Wentai's head was like a cotton-wrapped drumstick beating Bumeng's drum.

Vaguely heavy, throbbing throbbing.

Qing Meng is Yu Wentai's teacher, and the latter's Bu Le Boxing Sutra was taught by Qing Meng.

For Yu Wentai, Qing Meng is more like a grandfather than a teacher.

Because most of the people in Yuwen's family turned on [Sword Sequence], their emotions were very unstable, so they didn't have much contact with Yuwentai.

And although Yuwen Shengji is not a warrior of [Sword Sequence], he is busy with things in the gang all day long and has no time to take care of Yu Wentai, so Yu Wentai has been brought up by Qing Meng since he was a child.

He looked at Qingmeng's head resting on his toes.

Yu Wentai's face seemed to be cast in concrete, he stood dumbfounded, staring at the ground miserably, like a puppet. Tears welled up in the eye sockets, but never fell.

He couldn't shed a single tear, and couldn't show a look of grief in front of the man in black.

Otherwise, he will die.

After chopping off Qingmeng's head with a single knife, the man in black robe seemed to be enjoying himself, his figure was as fast as a ghost.

He disappeared in the same place in an instant, and came behind another gang member who had just opened his mouth to scold Yuwen Katsuki. He was wearing a black robe, and his face could not be seen clearly.

The knife rises and falls, and the head falls to the ground.

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