Chapter 45: The Death of Dragon Flag

  "Alright." Mo Xiaobai replied, his gaze shifted to the wall where a sword was hung. The blade of the sword could not be seen, and there were still black bloodstains on the scabbard.

  Su Tang noticed Mo Xiaobei's gaze and smiled as he shook his head: "This sword is not for sale, just hang it up, it can remind me of myself."

  "Haha, I know, this is motivation......" Mo Xiaobai also smiled.

  That sword is indeed special, because its blade was pulled out from Su Tang's body!

  Su Tang picked up the martial manual again, his understanding was now far superior to before, and he could roughly browse through it once to know what grade this manual belonged to and whether it was useful to him.

  In fact, most of the martial arts are personal cultivation experiences. The difference between ordinary people and warriors lies in the fact that the spiritual veins of ordinary people are dead, with no spiritual energy flowing through them, while those of warriors are alive, and the martial arts teach the way of spiritual energy flowing through the spiritual veins.

  Spiritual instruments and martial arts are indispensable, having only spiritual instruments without martial arts, one would not know how to apply them and would have to start from scratch; having only martial arts without spiritual instruments, no matter how thorough or effective the martial arts are, it would be useless unless corresponding spiritual instruments can be found.

  Every spiritual instrument has different characteristics, in other words, it has its own attributes. A warrior who obtained a spiritual instrument, after a long period of training and tempering, the way of operating the spiritual energy became more mature, at this time the martial art left behind is an invaluable treasure. If he is willing to pass on the spiritual instrument and the martial art to another young man, as long as his talent is not too bad, then the path that took him ten years to walk, his disciple can complete in two or three years.

  But if the spiritual tools and martial arts are scattered, the value will definitely be greatly discounted.

  This is also one of the reasons why some large families are becoming increasingly powerful and gradually becoming oligarchs. As soon as their core disciples become warriors, they possess super spiritual instruments. In front of them lies a straight golden avenue. Moreover, spiritual instruments need to be nourished by warriors. The thicker the spiritual energy possessed by the warrior, the stronger the spiritual instrument that is nourished. Originally being a super spiritual instrument, after decades or even hundreds of years of nourishment by seniors in the family, the power possessed by the spiritual instrument is unimaginable.

  The best spiritual instrument, the most mature martial arts, this is the cornerstone of a big family.

  Su Tang flipped through them and lost interest, so he returned them all to Mo Xiaobai. They're useless, just sell them for whatever price you can get.

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  Before he knew it, night had fallen. Su Tang, who was cultivating on the soft couch in his secret chamber, was suddenly awakened by a loud noise. He opened his eyes and listened carefully with his ear to the side. What's going on? Had there been a fire?

  At this time, a panicked cry came from outside: "Sir, something's wrong... Sir has been harmed..." It was indeed Mo Xiaobai, his voice full of alarm.

  The outer door was immediately knocked open, and Mo Xiaobai stumbled in, knocking open the inner room door, shouting: "Master, hurry... Master has been murdered..."

  "What's going on?" Su Tang shouted.

  "Sir......" Mo Xiaobai's face turned pale, his body slightly trembling. He also realized his own speech impediment: "It was Mr. Long, Mr. Long has been murdered!"

  "Are you crazy? What kind of joke is this?" Su Tang was furious. He had seen Long Qi today, and everything was fine. Moreover, there were shadows protecting him, so it was impossible for anything to go wrong.

  Unlike himself, he had just entered Changshan County and was unfamiliar with the place. He became the master of Miao Dao Pavilion, so there must be people who were not convinced by him and looked down on him. And Long Qi had been in Changshan County for nearly twenty years, his prestige was extremely heavy, even the four families of Tie, Bai, Cheng, and Mu, all tried their best to avoid unpleasant things with Long Qi, how could Long Qi possibly be harmed?

  "Sir, how can I joke about this?!" Mo Xiaobai was almost in tears: "Xiao Gong has already arrived, Wen Gong and Tong Gong are rushing over, sir...sir..."

  Su Tang jumped up and rushed out, his heart sank like an iceberg. When he arrived at Changshan County, his horizons broadened, and he understood more and more things, but he found that the things he didn't understand and was eager to figure out were also increasing.

  Su Tang was well aware that to maintain the current situation, he absolutely couldn't leave Dragon Flag's guidance. If something really happened to Dragon Flag, Miao Dao Pavilion would be equivalent to having half of its sky collapse.

  Long Qi really died, but he didn't die in his own mansion, instead he died at his fiancée's home.

  There was not just one dead person, the Dragon Flag's corpse sat in an armchair, with a residue of anger and despair before his death still lingering in his eyes. There was a bloody big hole on his left chest, fresh blood stained his collar red, dripping down to the floor beneath the chair, forming a small pool of blood.

  The little girl died at the head of her bed, her body curled up, her lively eyes had become stiff and dull, her two small hands clenched into fists, her face twisted, as if she had endured unbearable pain.

  The little girl's mother was crawling on the ground, her right hand resting on the edge of the bed, and although she had already died, her fingertips were still pointing straight forward, as if trying to grasp something, where her daughter was.

  The shadow also died, but he died in the courtyard. The scene of the yard was not chaotic at all, proving that the battle ended quickly. The dagger held in his hand was very clean and bright, with no bloodstains, which means he didn't manage to kill or injure any enemy.

  Xiang, Xiao Bu Hui, and Tong Fei have all arrived. Their faces are ashen, their eyes wandering aimlessly. For anyone, this is an unusually heavy blow.

  Su Tang stared blankly at Long Qi, he didn't dare to believe his eyes, yet couldn't help but believe it. The scenes of him interacting with Long Qi over the past few days flashed through his mind rapidly.

  Longqi has been guiding him with all his might, imparting his own experiences and insights to him. He owes Longqi too much.

  "In this Changshan County, even if I'm extremely careful, I'll still offend some people. As a member of the Miao Dao Pavilion, they don't dare to make a move against me. But if I leave the Miao Dao Pavilion, it's hard to say what will happen... Hehe... Mr. Su, you'll have to protect me from now on."

  The laughter of Longqi's words still echoed in his ears, but now everything had changed. Looking at the Dragon Flag, Su Tang suddenly felt a pang in his heart, and a thick sense of guilt weighed on his chest like a mountain, making it hard for him to breathe.

  "The murderer has recently been to Moyun Ridge." Wen Xiang suddenly picked up something from the ground and said in a cold voice, "Only Moyun Ridge has such red dandelions."

  "There's a woman among the culprits." Tong Fei waved the torn cloth strip he had found, pointing his chin at the woman crouching on the ground: "There's a special scent that doesn't belong to them."

  "What a tyrannical sword." Xiao Buwei walked in from outside, saying word by word: "One hit kills, no chance to dodge at all, I guess... it should be him."

  "Who is it?" Tong Fei and Wen Xiang asked in unison.