Chapter 125 The leader appears

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Beef Soup came to settle accounts with Bu Zao and Yue Yang in a dignified manner. The sky of the island was dim in the evening, and stars were dotted everywhere.

Bu Zao was lying quietly under the eaves at the door, enjoying the breeze. Bu Zao

had plenty of time when he was not cooking or visiting the island at night. He prepared a portable recliner for himself and a coffee table of suitable height.

On the coffee table were bamboo cups and some snacks.

Beef Soup: "..."

This scene inexplicably made her even angrier.

Bu Zao did not seem to be on the island to be a cook. Instead, he seemed to be here to spend his days leisurely, and his life was more comfortable than hers.

Yue Yang silently walked out from the back with a tray. He looked up and saw Beef Soup. He approached calmly and placed the tray on the coffee table.

The tray contained broken grapefruits. Bu Zao had brought back a few while wandering around in the mountains, and Yue Yang also liked them.

Although Yue Yang ate boiled eggs and drank water most of the time, he was occasionally willing to try the food that Bu Zao gave him. As for why... it was probably because Bu Zao's personality charm was so prominent that Yue Yang, who didn't want to owe favors, was impressed by him.

Beef Soup sneered: "You are living a very comfortable life." Bu Zao

said modestly: "Thank you."

Beef Soup's mouth twitched slightly, and he glanced at Yue Yang, then sat down on the chair originally arranged for Yue Yang.

Yue Yang: "..."

He went to move another chair.

What happened next can be summarized in a few words. Beef Soup first complained about being left behind by them, and neither Bu Zao nor Yue Yang felt guilty about it.

If anyone was to blame, it would be Beef Soup who left Bu Zao and the others alone to quarrel.

Bu Zao responded incoherently, and Beef Soup felt that he was unreasonable. Seeing Bu Zao happily drinking from a bamboo cup, he felt very annoyed and said, "The old man said that you play the flute very beautifully, and Brother Jiu also said that you can play many musical instruments. You actually kept it a secret for so long. Show me your skills."

"I didn't mean to hide it." Bu Zao corrected Beef Soup's statement and then took out the flute.

Beef Soup smiled.

The clear and melodious flute sound spread far in the night. The Milky Way was pouring, the night was deep, and the sounds of unknown insects and birds came from the green and ink-colored forest.

Although the sound of the flute was loud, the atmosphere in the courtyard was quiet and harmonious, and Beef Soup and Yue Yang couldn't help but calm down. Bu Zao usually had a smile on his face, and he was cheerful and approachable. But when he played the flute, he was quite calm, with drooping eyebrows and restrained smile, which made him look a bit cold and indifferent.

To be fair, Bu Zao's appearance was quite outstanding, but the feeling he gave when he smiled and when he didn't smile was completely different.

Yue Yang suddenly remembered Bu Zao's mumbling that he had heard during the day. Even though Bu Zao smiled brilliantly at him afterwards, he still couldn't ignore the very abrupt indifference.

Just like a stain on a white paper, you can't ignore a stain that suddenly appears when you are used to the white paper.

Bu Zao played two pieces, but his patience ran out and he didn't want to play anymore. When Niu Niu Tang saw him put down the flute, he didn't urge him anymore. He just said, "Brother Jiu said you can play the piano and gongs. Tomorrow I'll find you some instruments. You can try them."

Niu Niu Tang was really bored. In her mind, Bu Zao was just someone to kill time with.

Bu Zao said, "Okay."

After this was finalized, Niu Niu Tang finally decided to leave. Bu Zao watched her walk away, slid off the chair, straightened his clothes, and packed up his things.

Yue Yang was very considerate of him because he was willing to help him get the fruit. He left very coldly, leaving Bu Zao to clean up the mess alone. It was a mess, but it was a mess he made by eating and drinking alone.

That night, the sea was roaring. The leader who had penetrated deep into the enemy camp took off the wooden hairpin in his hair, let his long hair loose, then took out his smiling mask and put it on slowly.

It didn't matter whether he wore it or not, after all, the leader would be exposed sooner or later, but the style was very important.

The leader put on the mask, patted his clothes, and quietly pushed the door open.

Yue Yang was sleeping next door, unaware that his neighbor across the wall was about to beat his boss.

The leader Bu blended into the night in black clothes, but the white mask on his face was quite conspicuous. After all, white is a complex color. If you look from a distance in the night, you can probably only see a floating white mask.

As for who would be unlucky first, Bu had already made a plan.

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The dim room was filled with panting.

Milky white moonlight shines into the house through the window lattice. Gong Jiu kneels upright on the ground, his clothes torn and large patches of skin exposed, covered with fresh whip marks and blood.

In front of him, Shaman holds the whip, breathing rapidly, with his hair standing on end.

Although he has swung the whip at Gong Jiu several times, Shaman still feels disgusted and has difficulty getting used to it.

Gong Jiu's voice is hoarse and his face is slightly flushed. The pain of being whipped is an addictive poison to him, making him very happy.

"Hit me!"

His tone is almost like an order, mixed with a hint of pleading, completely different from the aloof Jiu Gongzi in the daytime.

It can be said that there is no similarity at all.

Shaman raised the long whip in her hand, and the whip shadow on the ground swayed. She was uneasy.

At the same time, Gong Jiu vaguely saw a shadow flash outside the window, and it disappeared in a flash, like an illusion.

The whip fell heavily, and Gong Jiu fell into a sea of ​​joy.

On the roof, the masked leader passed by quietly.

Wangcai had seen Gong Jiu like this. When he was outside, he would reluctantly avoid people, but he would not avoid dogs, so Bu Zao was used to it.

Gong Jiu's nightlife can be said to be leading the whole world, and Bu Zao would be ashamed of himself.

The system actively learns, and after roughly analyzing and mastering the player's style of behavior, it uses extremely distinctive game characters as examples for practice, and is bound to understand their behavioral motives.

Gong Jiu was one of them, and the rest were Yuan Suiyun, Xue Xiaoren and the like. The system was more curious about the logic of villains' behavior than honest people.

For example, when Bu Zao was rushing to the old man's place, the system's heartbeat broadcast continued, and it analyzed Gong Jiu's habits for nearly 800 words.

This made Bu Zao feel like he was listening to the voice reading of a thesis.

Bu Zao was silent the whole time.

He was really not very interested in this aspect...

Bu Zao's target was not Gong Jiu, he had to catch the leader first, and he believed that the old man would like the surprise he brought. The

old man was in the attic with the window open, quietly admiring the moon. The wine cup on the table circled a full moon and swayed gently.

As he got older, he tended to sleep less. The old man was full of energy and couldn't sleep at night. He was happy to be alone.

The full moon was bright and clear. The old man looked at the full moon, and the smile on his face suddenly stopped, and gradually turned into doubt.

It seemed that there was a black spot in the moon that was gradually approaching, as if it was flying closer and closer, like a flying bird.

- No, it was not a flying bird.

It was clearly a weird, miserable smiling face.

The old man stood up suddenly, but in just a moment, the smiling face was within reach.

The man landed lightly on the window sill, his long robe spread out like wings, blocking the bright moon.

Behind the strange smiling mask were a pair of arrogant and indifferent eyes.

The old man didn't waste any words, and went straight to his move, kicking the low table beside him towards the other party, while using the table as a cover, holding his five fingers together, using his palm as a blade, and stabbing the man's throat diagonally.

This man was able to bypass the guards on the island and come to him quietly. This person was definitely not an ordinary person. The old man was ruthless, and every move was aimed at the fatal part.

A dull snort of laughter came from behind the smiley mask. The masked man was not bothered by the table. He dodged it and raised his sleeves to slap the old man's arm. It was as soft as running water, but it perfectly resolved his moves.

The old man exchanged a few moves with him. The smiley mask used softness to overcome hardness and dodged every time. The old man's heart sank, and he changed his moves, using a cold and unexpected technique.

This time, the smiley mask's attack became fiercer, even more fierce than the old man's previous attack.

The two of them never talked to each other, but they had a tacit understanding of one advancing and the other retreating, one retreating and the other attacking. If there were outsiders present, they probably wouldn't even be able to tell their shadows apart.

It was just because the speed was too fast and the battle changed rapidly, not only was it difficult to tell who was who, but even the moves used by the two people could not be distinguished.

The old man thought he was the best in the martial arts world. Neither Xue Yiren nor Li Guanyu were his rivals in the Central Plains martial arts world, and Yu Luocha, the Lord of the Western Regions, was even worse than him.

As for the younger generation of Ximen Chuxue and Di Feijing, they were just children to the old man.

He had the capital to be confident. A genius who knew his own abilities was the most terrifying, so the old man could choose Zhonggong Jiu as his disciple.

However, at this moment, the old man experienced what it meant to be out of reach from this uninvited guest.

Internal strength will always be exhausted. The old man never worried about it after learning the mental method, but the same was true for the smiley mask. He was calm and relaxed from beginning to end. In this respect, they were at the same level.

It's just that the other party's internal strength is deeper, like an abyss that can't be seen to the bottom.

In other aspects, they are not even at the same level. The masked man was very familiar with the moves used by the old man, and he always responded in time, and even had the leisure to let him win.

Let him win.

The old man was surprised by his discovery, his face became colder and colder, and murderous intent surged.

"What is the point of you, the leader of the Salted Fish Sect, coming to my island?"

The old man distanced himself from the leader and questioned in a cold voice.

He was very clear about what happened in the martial arts world, and soon after fighting with the leader, he realized the identity of the uninvited guest.

- After all, such a conspicuous mask, no matter if you have seen it or not, as long as you hear it, you will remember it .

The leader's long hair was messy, and he tilted his head slightly, combing his hair lightly with his fingers. "Why do you think it's because of it?"

The voice of the leader under the mask was dull, but the tone seemed light.

He threw this question to the old man.

Such a frivolous attitude made the old man furious: "Everything has a reason. You came here for no reason. Are you trying to vent your anger for your eldest disciple? Let the younger generation deal with the affairs between the younger generation. If you do this, the disciple will never grow up."

The head of the sect paused for a moment, put down his hair-combing hands, and laughed out loud: "Didn't your disciple tell you that Chongming has betrayed the sect? Don't talk about the affairs between the younger generation. I came for myself - I am willing to do it, which is more valuable than anything else."

Any question can be answered with "I am willing to do it", no matter how complicated the real answer is. These two simple words can shut everyone up

and attract the enemy's hatred value to the greatest extent.

Bu Zao::P

The old man was indeed angry, but Bu Zao was too lazy to waste time talking to him. It was enough to give him some information to build up his image. Without waiting for the old man to make a move, Bu Zao subdued him neatly.

"I originally had only two disciples and a mascot to accompany me on the mountain. There was no one to order me around. They were all very majestic after coming down the mountain. I also want to have a taste of this."

Hit the snake at the two-inch mark. No room should be left for offended people.

The head of the sect destroyed the old man's martial arts without hesitation, and the voice from behind the mask was a little smiling.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Lord Island Master."

The old man's face was distorted, and the wrinkles on his face were even more wrinkled. He no longer looked as amiable as he was during the day.

The head of the sect glanced at the wine pot beside him, picked it up, and stuffed a pill into the old man's mouth with the wine.

"The poison of the Miaojiang snake," his voice was like the devil's whisper, "you probably don't know how to make it."

The old man really didn't know. He held his throat and stared at the headmaster, his eyes bloodshot.

The headmaster smiled slightly.

"If you don't ask me for the antidote regularly, you will cough up blood and die within a month. In this case, both your ambition and your life will disappear."

"Of course, your property will belong to me." The headmaster said kindly, "How about cooperating with me?"

He didn't say what he wanted the old man to cooperate with, but the old man could understand what he meant with a little guess.

The reason why the people on the island were willing to bow down to him was simple: money, possible fame in the future, and the unique strength of the old man.

The people on the whole island were ambitious. Once his situation became known, the old man would be eaten by them without waiting for the poison to take effect.

At that time, the leader of the Salted Fish Sect would only stand by and watch, and perhaps even fan the flames.

The leader's threat of poisoning him was actually a disguised promise to save his life.

"..." The old man felt humiliated, "As you wish."

Such a response was expected, and the master's voice without emotion came from behind the mask:

"It's a deal."

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The master had only one request, that is, to make the old man invisible for a short period of time - the old man wanted this very much, he didn't want anyone to know his situation.

The old man always came and went without a trace, even if he was on the island, you wouldn't see him for a whole day.

No one thought it was strange that he closed the door and didn't see anyone this time.

The sun was rising, Yue Yang finished washing up, and returned to the yard after morning exercise. Bu Zao got up and leaned against the door lazily to bask in the sun.

The vermilion wooden hairpin on his head was still eye-catching.

"Good morning."

Bu Zao greeted Yue Yang. This was his habit during this period.

Yue Yang was still not used to it, so he nodded slightly in response and said, "You got up a little late today."

Bu Zao sighed and said, "I had a good dream, so I lay in bed to savor it."

"Oh." Yue Yang replied lightly.

Bu Zao squinted and smiled, saying, "The weather

is very good today." Yue Yang said, "The weather has been like this since we came to the island."

Bu Zao blinked and smiled, "But the weather is particularly good today."

Yue Yang glanced at him a little confused, no longer responded, and went straight into the house.

Bu Zao did not join in the big pot of rice this time. The cat was eating beside him. When someone asked about it, Bu Zao said that the old man asked him to open the small stove alone.

No one would ask the old man about this matter. Bu Zao was happy to be free. After finishing his work, he carried the food from the kitchen to the old man's yard.

Gong Jiu was standing outside the old man's yard, and bumped into Bu Zao head-on.

"..."

"..."

The two looked at each other. Bu Zao smiled: "Mr. Jiu, we meet again."

Gong Jiu looked at him, silent.

Bu Zao gestured with the food basket in his hand and walked towards the gate.

Gong Jiu looked at Bu Zao's back with a heavy gaze, and some doubts arose in his heart.

The old man was sulking in the house, and Bu Zao's energetic voice came from outside the door: "I'm here to deliver it to you, Lord Island Master--"

The sound of the food basket being put down, followed by the sound of people walking away.

The old man's thoughts stagnated.

The title of Lord Island Master--only one person has called him that recently.

The leader of the Salted Fish Sect.

The voice of "Lord Island Master" was like a sarcasm.

The old man stood up, feeling a little dizzy because of the speed, but he didn't care to stop and opened the door. In his hazy vision, the young man with his back to him slowly turned his head, with a cold smile in his eyes.

He looked back, turned around and continued to walk out.

The tinnitus in his ears suddenly became louder. Amid the buzzing sound, the old man suddenly realized something and stared at Bu Zao's back, breathing rapidly, with anger and unwillingness.

Gong Jiu's white clothes were vaguely visible in the gap of the courtyard door. At this moment, the old man returned to his mind, suppressed his anger, picked up the food basket, and closed the door.