"Xia Ke Xing?"
Hearing the theme of this live broadcast, the martial arts masters on Xiake Island were shocked.
They are too sensitive to these three words!
Isn’t this the same as the title of the poem on the stone wall?
Is it a coincidence?
Or… is this live broadcast related to it?
If it is the latter…
The martial arts masters on Xiake Island were excited all of a sudden.
If it is the latter, it means that they have a chance to unlock the secret of "Xia Ke Xing" and get the real method of cultivation!
For a while, including Long and Mu Island Master, everyone’s heart was full of expectations and uneasiness.
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[The live broadcast begins, all lucky viewers please watch carefully and prepare to answer questions! ]
As soon as the voice fell, light and shadow appeared on the big light screen.
[Xie Yanke, a hermit who is both good and evil, lives on the Motian Cliff, so he is called "Motian Hermit". ]
[Xie Yanke once issued three Xuantie Orders to three friends who had done him a favor, and made a promise in person——]
[As long as you bring this order and hand it to Xie Yanke in person, you can ask Xie Yanke to do something. No matter how difficult and dangerous it is, Xie Yanke will do it for him. ]
[When people in the martial arts world heard about this, they rushed to it and scrambled for the Xuantie Order. ]
[Today, two of them have been used, and only the last one is left. ]
[More than six years ago, Wu Daotong got the last Xuantie Order. ]
[Unable to find Xie Yanke to make him fulfill his promise, Wu Daotong had to disguise himself as an old man selling cakes and live in seclusion in Houjianji. 】
【This stay lasted for three years. 】
【More than three years ago, Jindao Village accidentally learned of this secret. Zhou Mu, under the order of the village leader, led people to capture Wu Daotong and snatch the Black Iron Order. 】
The emotionless narration voice-over sounded, letting everyone know the background of the story of this theme.
In the picture.
A small town called Houjianji.
Although it was already evening, the small town was still bustling.
People came and went, shouting constantly.
At this time, a whistle sounded, and a group of more than 200 riders surrounded them from all sides.
Seeing this, the people around were silent, all frightened and stood still, not daring to move.
The originally lively Houjianji became silent in an instant.
Only Wu Daotong, who was pretending to be an old man selling pancakes, was still calm and composed, baking a pancake as if nothing had happened.
Li Dayuan, the little leader of Jindao Village, didn’t even look at the others. With a clear goal, he went straight to Wu Daotong’s pancake shop and then stopped.
Li Dayuan looked at Wu Daotong for a while, and suddenly sneered three times.
Wu Daotong slowly raised his head and asked, "Uncle, do you want to buy a pancake? One penny each."
As he said that, he picked up the iron tongs, took a hot pancake out of the oven, and put it on the white board.
Li Dayuan sneered and stretched out his left hand: "Bring it here!"
Wu Daotong narrowed his eyes: "Yes!"
After that, he picked up the newly baked pancake and put it in his palm.
Li Dayuan raised his eyebrows and shouted angrily: "At this time, you are still making fun of me! "
As he said that, he threw the pancake at Wu Daotong.
Wu Daotong slowly turned his head, and the pancake brushed past his face, and fell beside a mud ditch on the side of the road with a snap.
The two men tore their faces apart, and Wu Daotong no longer hid and fought fiercely.
Li Dayuan was no match for him and suffered a great loss.
The other three masters of Jindao Village hurried forward to help, and Wu Daotong still had the upper hand.
Just then, the leader Zhou Mu made a move.
Wu Daotong was defeated, and two iron pens pierced from his chest to his back. Blood gushed out, and he lay on the ground motionless, without breathing.
Zhou Mu first asked his men to strip Wu Daotong’s clothes and search, and then check the surroundings to find the Xuantie Order.
"Search carefully, don’t miss any place! ”
(cdcj) Dumen Wuxin: Is this Xie Yanke mentally ill? With the Xuantie Order, you can ask him to do anything. Isn’t this digging a hole for yourself?]
[Song Yuzhi of the Song clan: That’s right! What if someone asks him to commit suicide or give up his martial arts?]
[Song Yuzhi of the Song clan: Will he fulfill his promise and become a big victim? Or will he break his promise and become a laughing stock?]
[Song Yuzhi of the Song clan: In addition, he gave three Xuantie Orders to people who had done him a favor , there are no restrictions! ]
[Song Yuzhi of the Song clan: Xie Yanke recognizes the order but not the person. No matter who it is, as long as they bring the Xuantie Order to him, it will take effect. Isn’t this tempting people in the martial arts world to kill his benefactor and snatch the Xuantie Order? ]
[Song Yuzhi of the Song clan: A man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing a treasure. Does Xie Yanke think his benefactor didn’t die fast enough? ]
[Fast Knife Qi Changzheng: Great kindness is like great hatred. Maybe Xie Yanke wants to kill someone with a borrowed knife? ]
[Fast Knife Qi Changzheng: The live broadcast room said This guy is both good and evil. If there is really someone naive enough to think that holding the Black Iron Order can force Xie Yanke to commit suicide or give up his martial arts, I bet that Xie Yanke will definitely be the first to kill him! 】
[Young Master of Tianzong: These Jianghu people are also funny. They are scrambling to grab the Black Iron Order. This is a "hot potato". Whoever gets it will be unlucky. 】
[Young Master of Tianzong: For example, Wu Daotong has held the Black Iron Order for three years. It is useless if he can’t find Xie Yanke. He has also lost his life in vain. 】
[Lu Guanying from Guiyun Villa: I always feel it’s ironic! ]
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The crowd had been making a fuss for a long time, and now it was dark and difficult to see anything.
The men lit torches and tore down the walls and stoves of the pancake shop.
With a clang, a clay pot fell into the middle of the street and broke into pieces, and the flour in the pot was scattered all over the ground.
In the dusk, a dirty littleThe hand reached out secretly from the corner of the street, grabbed the pancake next to the gutter, and slowly retracted his hand.
It was a little beggar who looked like he was twelve or thirteen years old.
He had been hungry all day and sat weakly in the corner.
Before, Li Dayuan took the pancake handed by Wu Daotong and threw it next to the gutter. The little beggar’s eyes never left the pancake.
He wanted to take it and eat it, but when he saw the ferocious men on the street, he was so scared that he dared not move at all.
The two bodies of Wu Daotong and Li Dayuan were lying not far from the pancake.
Until it was dark and the light of the torch could not reach the gutter, the little beggar finally plucked up the courage and grabbed the pancake.
He was so hungry that he didn’t care about the water and mud on the cake. He took a bite and held it in his mouth, but he didn’t dare to chew it, for fear that the chewing sound would be heard by the men holding swords.
He held a piece of sesame cake in his mouth. Although he didn’t swallow it, his stomach seemed to be much more comfortable. .
