Chapter 23 Who beat all the Xuanmen disciples to death?

Si Cang was dragged along for more than ten meters before he realized why he was running? The old man couldn't do anything to him.

While he was still hesitating whether to shake off Duan Anluo, Duan Anluo let go of him first, because Bingyangzi could not run anymore. Bingyangzi was holding his waist and gasping for breath. Bingyangzi's fighting power was only a pitiful twenty meters.

Si Cang looked at Duan Anluo with an incredible look. How could a person be so weak?

Duan Anluo calmed down and slowly returned to the car. He took out the things he had found, wiped off the dust with a wet tissue, wiped his hands again, and then held up the bead. It was only the size of a pigeon egg, like jade, and had a cold texture. It was hard to tell what it was made of.

It should be hidden in the roots of the wood, can hide the breath, and can withstand a certain degree of lightning and fire. It is a good thing.

He thought that it was impossible for a tree to dig itself up. It could only be said that someone dug it out and transported it to the commercial street, with its roots hidden under the floor and its body hidden in the wall.

This location is very tricky, only the little mouse can find it. Unfortunately, the little mouse died and we don’t know where its body is. We will go back and pray for its soul to be reincarnated.

No one knew what that owner was. Did he have a grudge against him, or against someone with the same name and surname as him?

Duan Anluo recalled the memories of his original self and said that there was always someone behind the scenes pushing the plot of this book, forcing the original self to commit suicide. Thinking about it, those so-called suicides were just the original self's desire to live.

Someone was torturing him to make him stronger, with the goal of training him to become a rival and then kill him at their hands? Just because his name was Duan Anluo?

So perverted!

Duan Anluo was very sure that there was no such person among his previous enemies, and if there were any, he would have killed them.

According to Old Peach Tree, many people named Duan Anluo have been killed. This is insane! What size door could squeeze through your head to create such a large bump?

Duan Anluo put the beads away. He would remain named Duan Anluo. He would kill anyone who came to cause trouble for him, and he would kill them and scatter their ashes. The price for their salvation would be doubled.

Si Cang found a quiet place where he could park his car, parked it, and went to sleep.

Duan Anluo asked: "Do you want to see it?"

"No." Si Cang closed his eyes, too lazy to look.

Duan Anluo stared at Si Cang secretly. He was so rich. Si Cang was definitely very rich.

The lights in the car dimmed automatically and the air conditioner was on. In the quiet night, only the faint chirping of insects outside could be heard. Duan Anluo yawned and he was also sleepy.

He casually pulled over a blanket and lay down on the other bed. Then Duan Anluo sat up again. This bed had been slept in by someone else, and the smell made him feel uncomfortable all over.

Looking at the bed that Si Cang slept on, it was spotless, and the sheets didn’t even have a crease. He was sleeping on new ones!

There was a small aisle between the two beds. Duan Anluo stretched out a leg and gently kicked Si Cang, "Let's switch."

Si Cang opened his eyes helplessly and warned him word by word: "If you keep making trouble, I will throw you down."

Duan Anluo had already stood up from the bed and walked over. After lying down beside Si Cang, he smelled the scent. There was no scent of a stranger, so he felt much more comfortable and went to sleep.

Si Cang sat up suddenly, and after enduring again and again, he didn't kick Duan Anluo down.

Duan Anluo had already closed his eyes, not even looking at Si Cang's ugly face. As long as he didn't look, Si Cang would just smile at him. Si Cang was really a good person.

Si Cang stared at Duan Anluo for a long time, until Duan Anluo's breathing became steady and he was almost asleep. Finally, Si Cang compromised. The sickly man was weak and stubborn, and would die if poked. He couldn't afford to offend him, so he decided to trade him.

The big white goose who watched the whole thing commented profoundly: "You are no match for him."

Then Si Cang grabbed the goose by the neck and threw it down.

The next day, Si Cang sent Duan Anluo home. After seeing Duan Anluo's residence, he hesitated whether to send Xiaobai over.

The last time he came, Si Cang was filled with anger that Duan Anluo had stolen his luck and merits, bringing him bad luck, and paid no attention to his surroundings. Now, after a closer look, Si Cang fell silent. How could a person be so poor?

Jiang Yuan ran out happily. Seeing Duan Anluo return safely and uninjured, his eyes turned red: "Master, you are finally back."

Duan Anluo smiled and rubbed the child's head: "Didn't I send you a message? Don't worry."

At this time, Mu Qingzhuo walked out of the house and was obviously relieved to see that Duan Anluo was fine.

Duan Anluo smiled and asked, "Why are you here?"

This sounded as if he shouldn't have come. Mu Qingzhuo said awkwardly, "I wanted to come and see, so I came."

He was worried, so he came to check. Only then did he realize that Duan Anluo was not taken away by a ghost, but by the police. His grandfather was smart all his life, but he became confused in his old age and gave him such an unreliable godfather who scared people every day.

Seeing Si Cang following behind Duan Anluo, Mu Qingzhuo frowned. This person looked a little familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

Duan Anluo noticed his gaze and curled his lips. "What are you standing there for? Why don't you invite your godmother into the house and sit down?"

Seeing Mu Qingzhuo's bewildered expression, Duan Anluo reminded him, "Didn't you put out an ad asking the whole city to find your godmother? This is it, the person is right in front of you, and you don't call for help?"

Duan Anluo's words completely stupefied Mu Qingzhuo, and his brain CPU burned out. Godmother? Ms. Si Cang? Ms.?!

Jiang Yuan's soul is incomplete, he is born with a lack of brains and is heartless. He cannot feel how terrible the oppression from Si Cang is.

Mu Qingzhuo was different. He was an ordinary person. Si Cang's height and aura, when he stood there, suppressed him so much that he dared not breathe, especially since Si Cang's eyes were not friendly when he looked at him.

Mu Qingzhuo has followed his grandfather since he was a child. He has seen many capable people in the political and business circles, but he has never seen anyone with Si Cang's temperament. He is cold and sharp, and even his facial features are extremely aggressive, making people dare not look him in the eye.

This guy, Guan Duanluo calls him husband?

Mu Qingzhuo really wanted to pry open Duan Anluo's head and see how his train of thought was working. Dad, are you afraid that you have some misunderstandings about yourself?

He was a cheap son picked up halfway, and he had a clear position on his own. He had no right to interfere with Duan Anluo's view on love. Before he met him, Duan Anluo might have known this person.

Mu Qingzhuo really wanted to say, if you have a misunderstanding, then don’t talk nonsense. The way the other person looked at him was too scary.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Duan Anluo added, "By the way, your godmother also saved your life. Last time you were poisoned, if she hadn't saved your life, you wouldn't have waited until I came to save you."

In his original destiny, no one knew who had saved Mu Qingzhuo, but he'd suffered a lot. Unlike now, his leg was fine, his family was still there, his grandfather was still alive, and his future was bright. How lucky had this kid been to meet him? He should have returned home to pay his respects.

Mu Qingzhuo swallowed the words back when they came to his lips. From the look in Si Cang's eyes, he knew that if he called her "godmother", the consequences would definitely not be good.

Regardless of the relationship between Si Cang and Duan Anluo, once someone arrived at his doorstep, he had to invite them in to sit down. He saw that Si Cang was about the same age as Duan Anluo, so he bit the bullet and politely said, "Uncle, come in and sit down."

"...No need." Si Cang twitched his lips. This generation was incomprehensible.

Mu Qingzhuo apologized earnestly: "Uncle, I'm sorry, I thought you were a woman and made a fool of myself."

Si Cang knew without hesitation that Duan Anluo must be talking nonsense. He was too lazy to argue with a young boy, "Forget it."

He turned his gaze to Duan Anluo and said, "I'm leaving."

"noob……"

"I'll have it brought over."

Duan Anluo smiled happily, his eyes curved. "Then I'll wait for it at home. You go back and be careful."

Si Cang nodded and said nothing more. He was afraid that Duan Anluo would talk nonsense again, so he left very quickly.

Duan Anluo curled his lips and muttered, "Why are you walking so fast? There's no dog chasing you."

Jiang Yuan didn't hear clearly, "Master, what did you say?"

"I said you've grown taller these past two days." Duan Anluo pushed down the child's eight-centimeter-high hair. While Jiang Yuan was in a daze, he took a shower, changed his clothes, and tidied himself. Only then did he have time to ask Mu Qingzhuo, "How are things going at home?"

Mu Qingzhuo's slightly childish face revealed a calmness that was unbelievable for his age. "I've checked it out. My real second uncle is dead. This second uncle is a fake. I don't know how he got a face that looks exactly like my uncle. I did a DNA test and confirmed that he has no relationship with my grandfather. And he seems to be involved in a case. Someone has been investigating him."

Mu Qingzhuo didn't know that it was because the Taoist priest gave away his second uncle after being arrested that someone asked his uncle to cooperate with the investigation. Anyway, his fake uncle was now tied up, so it would be much easier for Mu Qingzhuo to deal with him.

"And that illegitimate child, he's not of my Mu family's bloodline, so I don't need to show him mercy anymore. Luckily, Xiaofeng is my second uncle's child, but it's a pity that that fake guy deliberately ruined him."

At this point, Mu Qingzhuo gritted his teeth in anger. He finally understood how his grandfather felt when he was disappointed in him.

Now that he saw Mu Jingfeng, he wished he could beat him eight times a day, cut open his head, stuff knowledge into it, and then sew it up again.

He was afraid that if he stuffed it directly into his mouth, he would spit out the useless thing or poop it out whole.

"Everything will be fine." Duan Anluo concluded the matter with one sentence.

Mu Qingzhuo nodded. After hearing Duan Anluo say this, he felt much more at ease.

He decided that whenever he felt restless, uneasy or confused, he would come here and sit for a while.

After making sure that Duan Anluo was fine, Mu Qingzhuo sat for a while and then left.

Duan Anluo had nothing to do, so he found a small knife and made a peach wood sword for Jiang Yuan.

It is said that generations apart are close to each other, and this eldest grandson, who is seven or eight generations away, is an extraordinary relative.

The wood was very hard, and Duan Anluo carved very slowly, and he didn't finish it in the whole morning.

He also wanted to make a sign for the white geese so that they wouldn't have to come to his house, they could just light some incense and receive it.

At noon, Duan Anluo was preparing to take a break. Just as he lay down, he received a friend request with the note: Xiao Zhang from the Finance Department of the Guild Headquarters.

After he clicked yes, the other party directly sent him 50,000 yuan.

Duan Anluo happily clicked to receive it, but when he thought about having to split the money 4:6 with Si Cang, Duan Anluo felt distressed.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Duan Anluo gritted his teeth and transferred 30,000 to Si Cang, his heart bleeding.

Si Cang was quite surprised and replied to him: You’re not defaulting on your debt?

Duan Anluo replied to him: If what you said is not counted, what’s the difference between that and licking up the food you spit out?

He always keeps his word and follows through on his actions. Once an agreement is made, not a single word can be changed; this is his principle.

Then I saw Si Cang click on the reply button: Let’s talk about it next time.

Duan Anluo asked happily: You really don’t want it anymore?

In fact, Si Cang regretted sending this message. It wasn't because he didn't want the money, but because he replied, "Let's talk about it next time." There would be no next time. He would never be Duan Anluo's bodyguard again.

This person always influences his thoughts unexpectedly, constantly breaking his bottom line, making him unconsciously pay attention to what weird things he is doing and what weird words he is saying. This feeling of being out of control makes him inexplicably irritated.

He was certain that Duan Anluo and he were not compatible and they should have less contact in the future.

But the message has already been sent, and withdrawing it would seem too deliberate.

He replied with a cold face: Xiaobai's meal expenses.

At this time, a handsome monk walked into Si Cang's lounge, held his palm with one hand, made a Buddhist salute to Si Cang, and then asked a question that had nothing to do with his identity: "Captain, didn't you bring your sister-in-law here?"

Si Cang raised his eyebrows, "What sister-in-law?"

The monk said seriously, "Bai Ziyue told us that you went to rescue a beautiful woman, and after that you were going to take her to get the marriage certificate. She didn't go with you, and you were so embarrassed. He also said that my sister-in-law is very beautiful, kind-hearted and has a good temper. Do you have a photo? Let me see it."

Si Cang's knuckles turned white as he held the phone, Bai, Zi, Yue!

Bai Ziyue strolled in, munching on an egg-filled pancake, and kicked the monk in the leg. "You're a monk, how can you be so gossipy?"

"What's wrong, monk?" The monk chanted the Buddha's name, his handsome face looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, revealing a sacred and compassionate look. "If the Buddha does not recognize me, I can only help him to be liberated as well. Amitabha."

Bai Ziyue rolled his eyes, "Shut up! You frivolous demon monk!"

Looking down again, he noticed the look in Si Cang's eyes. Bai Ziyue's legs softened, and he smiled and handed over the egg pancake in his hand, "Boss, do you want some pancakes? I'm lucky today, both of them have double yolks."

Si Cang looked at him coldly without saying a word. Bai Ziyue felt that he was going to be in trouble, so he took the opportunity to step back a few steps and wanted to run.

Si Cang called him, "Send Xiaobai to him."

"Xiaobai? Bailong?" Bai Ziyue wanted to touch Si Cang's forehead. Brother, are you horny or not? Do you have a fever?

"Are you sure my sister-in-law will like it? No normal person would like such a big snake. I'm scared when I see it. I'm not saying anything bad about you, boss. There are many ways to chase someone, but you chose one that no normal person would accept. You won't be able to catch up with my sister-in-law like this."

Si Cang stood up. He had been holding back for two days and had always wanted to kick someone.

Bai Ziyue immediately took a big bite of the cake, indicating that his mouth was blocked and he dared not say anything more.

When Si Cang walked out, Bai Ziyue stepped back, always keeping a distance of seven or eight steps from Si Cang.

Si Cang said as he walked, "Feed it before you leave."

Snakes are different from other animals. One meal can sustain them for several months, or even a year. Xiaobai eats so much simply out of greed. Its digestive ability is better than that of ordinary pythons, so it is not afraid of dying from overeating.

"Bring it another cow, and clean it up."

Bai Ziyue had almost retreated to the door. "How can I carry it in this heat? What if it gets smelly on the way?"

Si Cang looked at him like a fool, "Can't you buy a refrigerator? Fill it up and bring it over."

"Tsk tsk tsk~" Even the monk couldn't stand it anymore.

"Eh~" Before Bai Ziyue could finish his exclamation, he saw Si Cang, who was seven or eight steps away from him, flash in front of him. He took a breath, turned around and was about to run, but as soon as he turned around, he was kicked in the butt.

Si Cang kicked him out as if to vent his anger, "I'll teach you how to talk nonsense!"

Bai Ziyue was still holding the cake in his hand. After being kicked down, he slid on the ground for more than ten meters without dropping the cake.

Si Cang took a deep breath and felt much more comfortable.

Bai Ziyue lay on the ground, grinning and taking two more bites of the bread. Then, like an antelope, he exerted force with his limbs and bounced up on the spot. His back almost hit the ceiling. After landing on the ground, he ran away.

Si Cang saw him jumping around, and thought of Duan Anluo panting after running twenty steps, and was glad that he had held back.

When I looked back, the monk who had been clicking his tongue was gone.

Si Cang was so disgusted that he gave Duan Anluo a snake, but it became so strange in their mouths. They must be sick!

The president still thought Si Cang was sick. "Did that kid surnamed Duan cast a spell on him? He just followed people when they waved at him, and he even dared to attack them in the city!"

The president issued three prohibitions: "Si Cang is not allowed to carry weapons outside."

The assistant explained: "He didn't bring any, so he just picked up a piece of wood."

Chairman: "Si Cang is forbidden to take action in the city, even with wooden sticks."

The assistant said, "That's not even considered physical action. He just demolished three stores. Look at the underground areas on both sides. If he hadn't demolished them, the owners of those two stores wouldn't have survived. He was saving lives."

The Guild Master said, "Then ban Si Cang. Ban him...ban him from going on missions with that kid named Duan!"

The assistant was clearly irritated as he continued to talk nonsense. "President, if you stop young people from dating, you'll end up bald in your next life and be reborn as a Japanese."

The curse was so vicious, so vicious that the president automatically ignored the first half of the sentence, twisted the assistant's ear and jumped up and down, "You unlucky child, are you crazy? Who did you learn such viciousness from? I'll let your master beat you to death!"

In the afternoon, Duan Anluo took a sign, focused his mind and wrote: The Small Alliance Army of Immortals.

He instructed Jiang Yuan: "They will be living in our house for a month. When you burn incense, remember to prepare incense and offerings for them."

They belonged to the immortal family. Jiang Yuan respectfully placed the sign at the bottom, placed fruit offerings on them, and lit three incense sticks.

The Animal Alliance was so happy, they had made it big, they were no longer on the dining table, but on the altar!

Sure enough, choice is more important than hard work. If you follow the big brother, you will have to eat nine meals in three days.

The big white goose even offered to help Duan Anluo guard the house, "I can guard the house well. One man can hold the pass and ten thousand men cannot break through."

Duan Anluo asked, "You're using your spirit body to watch over my house? Where is your true body hiding?"

The big white goose was stuck. "I, I'm hiding in a place no one knows. Quack."

Duan Anluo saw that it didn't want to talk, and thought that this goose was quite thoughtful. He smiled and said, "If you want to watch the house, then go ahead. The house is in such a shabby state. You are the most valuable person in our family from now on. Don't let anyone steal you away."

Goose:"……"

Damn it, I don't feel safe.

As he spoke, Duan Anluo placed the Want Want rice cakes and Wahaha on the lame altar, and then made a sincere wish to the tablet: "Grandchildren, may the country be peaceful and prosperous, with good weather, no epidemics, and peace in the world."

"Please bless me to gain something without any effort, to receive rewards without any merit, to enjoy the fruits of others' labor, and to become rich overnight."

"Please pray that the school will change English to "mountain, medicine, physiognomy, destiny, and divination." If they can't change all of them, I can accept changing them to "martial arts and traditional Chinese medicine."

"If the above can't be achieved," Duan Anluo looked at the row of tablets with a look of rubbish, "then pray that Yuan'er will get all the answers right on this exam, and successfully reach... 60 points."

Duan Anluo didn't dare to say much. For Yuan'er, 60 points was already very high.

Jiang Yuan was so heartless that he could laugh even while kneeling. "Haha, the offense and defense have changed. The resurrected ancestor has hung all his grandsons on the wall."

Duan Anluo looked down at him and laughed foolishly, "My dear grandson, you don't have to envy them. When you die, your master will also hang you on the wall. If you are not allowed to, it must be because the feng shui of the place where you are buried is not good. I will dig you out and bury you somewhere else."

Jiang Yuan couldn't laugh anymore. "No, no, no, Master, my ability is too low. I don't deserve to be hanging there."

Duan Anluo comforted him warmly: "It's okay. In your generation, Master loves you the most. When you die, Master will definitely hang you high up in the sky."

Jiang Yuan became obedient. He was the only one left in this generation of Xuanmen. Even if his master wanted to like someone else, he couldn't.

He asked quietly, "Master, if I don't get 60 points on the test, will you really dig out my master and my grandfather?"

Duan Anluo was amused. This little idiot, isn’t he tired after digging them all out?

"Just look at their performance and do your best."

He thought of the man who killed "Duan Anluo" on sight, and he still felt uneasy. Was it related to him? Had he ever taken revenge on his disciple before? "Yuan'er, do you have a list of all the disciples? A book that records the time of their initiation and death?"

"Yes, please wait for me for a moment." Jiang Yuan stood up. Finally, he had what his master needed, and he hurried to get it.

Jiang Yuan solemnly held out a gray cloth bag with both hands, "Master, all our ancestors are here."

After Duan Anluo opened it, he took out a folded gold paper book from it. When he opened it, it was densely packed with the names of Xuanmen disciples.

Duan Anluo's heart ached inexplicably at this moment. These were all his disciples, but things had changed and they were all dead, but he, the ancestor, was still alive.

It is recorded above that after he passed away, the eldest disciple inherited the leadership of Xuanmen, and the sect developed well. Within twenty years, the number of disciples increased to fifty-four.

Within half a year, the disciples suddenly died one after another, and the number became seven.

Then, after more than ten years of hard work by these seven people, Xuanmen expanded to sixty-three people.

Then, within half a year, more than half of them died.

The remaining people continued to develop, but after more than ten years, most of them suddenly died within a short period of time.

Duan Anluo's expression grew increasingly solemn as he watched. This was especially true over eighty years ago, when the sect's disciples had died one after another, leaving Jiang Yuan's master, the sole remaining disciple of the Xuan Sect, which had grown to 103. Judging from his age, his master was still young and hadn't learned much, so naturally, he hadn't had much to teach Jiang Yuan.

Duan Anluo pointed at the time his disciples died and asked, "What's going on? Did your master tell you about this?"

Jiang Yuan leaned over to take a look and said, "Oh, my master said that they were all lost in fights."

Duan Anluo almost couldn't catch his breath, "Fight? What kind of fight? An internal conflict or a fight in the martial arts world? Did they kill all the Xuanmen disciples?!"

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