Chapter Fifty-Four: Swallow Cloud

  PS: Two chapters are delivered, please recommend and collect! Wu Ming pulled the big iron door with a loud noise, "Rumble, rumble" slowly moved to the side, below which there was still a visible track, as if there were some special settings, estimated to be connected to the mechanism inside the secret passage.

  "Ah, finally found it. A hidden room that's set up in such a ridiculous and mysterious way, tsk tsk, I have to admire their creativity." Wu Ming couldn't help but exclaim, the journey here was long and arduous, but finding this switch was even more troublesome.

  "Let's go in first and talk later. After we come out, I'll pull out the heavenly silk cocoon. Dammit, such good stuff can't be left for them, it's too wasteful."

  Hong Qigong said with lingering discontent, "This thing is actually luxurious enough to be used as the switch for the secret room entrance? It's too unreasonable!"

  "Haha, I think so too!" Wu Ming nodded in agreement.

  Indeed, as soon as they entered through the main path, those hidden mechanisms suddenly fell silent. Wu Ming hadn't noticed these things before, but this time, thanks to Hong Qigong's reminder, he paid attention when walking on the secret path. The walls around them had some holes like beehives, and there seemed to be some sharp instruments emitting a cold glow above them. The ground below didn't seem intact either, apparently having been processed. Every now and then, there was a huge stone slab hanging from above, weighing at least tens of thousands of kilograms. If it fell, it could not only block people from entering but also trap and kill those inside, making it a deadly killing instrument.

  The rivers and lakes are treacherous, and Wu Ming has also experienced a lot at this moment. If it weren't for following the old rivers and lakes, Hong Qi Gong, there might be big trouble.

  They walked all the way to the end, and a stone house appeared in front of them. In front of it was a desk with two Buddhist scriptures and many spirit tablets on it. Those spirit tablets should be the ancestors of various generations of Quanwangzong. And in front of the desk, there was an old man sitting cross-legged, who looked at least 70 or 80 years old. However, as a martial artist, his body was different from that of ordinary people, which means this old man was at least over 100 years old, just like Hong Qigong.

  Huh? There's actually someone here? Is it a dead person or a living one? Wu Ming was shocked.

  "Hum..."

  Suddenly a loud noise, when Wu Ming turned his head to look back, he saw that the road behind him had been sealed off by a huge stone slab.

  "Since you're here uninvited, just stay and keep this old man company!" The old man suddenly opened his eyes, a divine light shot out, and he turned out to be a super master!

  Hong Qigong's expression was also somewhat solemn, and he said in a low voice: "It is said that the Fist Emperor Sect has always been very low-key, until this generation of disciples, Yan Qing. And each generation of disciples can't live beyond 100 years, and many people will die young because the boxing classics they practice are extremely overbearing. At first, their skills improve quickly, but later on, it's different. Especially at the age of 100, it's even harder to pass through. Only two people with exceptional talent and complete skills can reach the peak state and eliminate the hidden injuries in their bodies. I didn't expect that the Fist Emperor Sect would have an old man like you still alive!"

  "Oh? Don't tell me you know me?" The old man's expression changed slightly, seemingly curious as to how Hong Qi Gong knew him.

  "The Fist Emperor's Gate has been established for nearly 700 or 800 years, and many talented individuals have emerged during this period. And you, are the eighth generation master of the Fist Emperor's Gate, Yan Yun, the master of the ninth generation master Yan Qing, and also his biological father. Am I right? You're probably over a hundred years old now? Haha, twenty years ago, when you passed on the position to your son Yan Qing, everyone thought you were dead, who would have thought that you actually survived!" Hong Qi Gong's voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear and resonant.

  People who practice martial arts will generally have a certain extension of their lifespan, 111 is not considered old age, and there are even people who live to be two or three hundred years old. However, the Jianghu world is full of danger, and it's rare for someone to live to this age in the Jianghu world. Some die young, while others can live into old age but ultimately succumb to internal injuries sustained from fighting with others in their youth. Those who manage to survive are all masters.

  Qing Yi Bat King is a, but the sword goes slant, going for speed type, attack isn't extremely fierce. Hong Qigong is a, beggar gang's power is great, few dare to move him, plus he himself is also a martial arts prodigy, kung fu deep and immeasurable. And this person in front of him who should have died from practicing fist scripture Yan Yun is also a, strength absolutely extremely strong, otherwise Hong Qigong wouldn't have such an expression.

  Yan Yun's expression changed slightly, but he suddenly burst out laughing: "You old beggar, it turns out you're that old undead guy. They call you the Nine-Fingered Beggar, one of the Five Freaks. No wonder you know me! I've heard your name echoing everywhere back in the day, unfortunately never had the chance to meet you. Who would have thought we'd meet today in this secret chamber? You're not known as the unmatched hero of chivalry, so how did you end up becoming a thief?"

  Hong Qigong knew that the old man would understand his identity as soon as he saw his fingers, so he didn't hide it. He smiled freely: "Hehe, this is a place with excellent feng shui, so I came to take a look. I didn't expect to see you, an old fellow who won't die."

  "Experience? Hehe, I'm afraid it's not that simple?" Yanyun smiled strangely. "What virtue or ability does the Fist Emperor Sect have to attract the attention of your Beggar Gang? Not to mention the outside martial arts conference, this reason is probably something you yourself wouldn't believe. Speak, what exactly did you come for."

  Hong Qigong nodded and said, "After all, you can't hide it from your old eyes. This time I came, of course, not for that boring Wulin Conference. It's just a bunch of ignorant people jumping around."

  "What's your purpose?" Yan Yun's heart skipped a beat as he listened. The Beggars' Sect was renowned for its information network, and the fact that Vice-Sect Leader Hong Qi had personally come to investigate was no trivial matter. Indeed, during this period of time, Yan Yun had also been feeling somewhat uneasy in his heart. For warriors, the more profound their cultivation, the more accurate their intuition. Otherwise, Yan Yun wouldn't have taken it upon himself to preside over this dark and windowless chamber, where even a healthy person could be worn down into illness.

  "Give those two secret books to my younger brother to take a look, and I'll tell you my purpose. Heh heh, this matter is related to the downfall of your Fist King Sect. Of course, if you want to drag it out, Old Beggar will accompany you." Hong Qigong didn't know what was on his mind, but at this moment, he seemed to relax a bit, smiling and staring at Yan Yun.

  Not mentioning Yan Yun's thoughts, Wu Ming's heart was also surging. It seemed that this cheap old brother coming here wasn't an accident or just to watch the excitement. However, he also felt a bit moved, this old brother really took care of him too much.

  Yan Yun's face changed from pale to red, and he suddenly picked up the two secret books on the table and threw them at Wu Ming. He said in a deep and mysterious tone: "This is the legacy of our Fist Emperor Sect. Young brother, take good care of it and never let it be leaked out. Otherwise... although I'm just a crippled old man now, killing you would still be as easy as turning my palm!"

  In his mind, weren't they just two secret books? If he couldn't get the information he needed, it didn't matter if they both died in this stone room. In the end, the legacy of Fist Emperor's Gate wouldn't be able to spread outside either. Yan Yun saw through all this clearly; he knew what his body was like, and although he had lived for over a hundred years, how many more years he could live was hard to say.

  Wu Ming nodded and said calmly: "Don't worry, senior. I guarantee that it won't be spread in this world."

  Well, if it can't be spread in this world, then go spread it in another world!

  "Good," said Yan Yun, looking at Hong Qigong again.

  "Old beggar, if you don't give me a reason, then the worst that can happen is all three of us will die in this secret room!"

  "Don't worry, don't worry, you old fellow who wants to die, but I, the old beggar, haven't lived enough yet. Don't worry, I'm not thinking of dying yet. This matter is absolutely worth it for you to open the stone gate and let us out." Hong Qigong smiled and waved his hand, his ruddy face showing no haste or urgency.

  "Come on, say it quickly!"

  "Hey, don't be in such a rush, what's the hurry? Hehe, I just received news from my sources that the one from the Demon Master Palace is coming out."

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