C14 The Great Desert Eagle

There were occasional sounds of wind in the dark grass, but Murong Cheng's footsteps were still as fast as before. When he was rushing, he would never consider whether his stomach was hungry or whether his body needed rest.

This was a blade artist who moved as fast as the wind. When that piece of paper appeared, Murong Cheng's eyes began to become sharp.

There weren't many words on the slip of paper, but it was the lifeline of the entire Murong family: If you want to know Murong Ke's whereabouts, come to the woods in the east of the city.

The east side of the city was a very big place. There was not only a lake, but also a mountain. Of course, there was also the woods.

Murong Cheng did not give the note to Mrs. Murong. He did not want this woman to get involved in this matter, even if she was Murong Ke's mother!

There was a commotion in the grass. Murong Ke's palms seemed to be covered in sweat. When he faced Nameki, he had the same feeling. When you met an opponent you did not understand, you had no choice but to be careful.

He did not need to think about anything else. He only needed to think about the speed of the knife in his hand.

This was an incomparably sharp blade. There was a huge black python swimming around the blade. This was an extraordinary huge python. It symbolized the king of the desert. Only the real eagle of the desert had the right to possess this blade.

Nameki was a king in the past, so he had possessed this blade before. Now, this blade had fallen into Murong Cheng's hands. Therefore, he was now the king of the desert, an eagle hovering above the sky, looking down upon all the heroes of the world.

"Come out!" Murong Cheng's voice was old and powerful. After a disturbance in the grass, there was no more movement.

An old man with a beard slowly walked over from not far away from the forest. He was leaning on a cane made of green vines. His waist was bent because he was old. A pair of bright eyes were hidden under the wrinkles on his face.

Murong Cheng could not help looking at this old man with a slight change in expression. The old man let out a light sigh of relief. He said lightly, "You really came back. I thought that all the disciples of the Murong family were dead. "

"You gave me that letter?" Murong Cheng carefully sized up this old man. He didn't know what kind of magic power this old man possessed that would make people feel uncomfortable just by looking at him.

"Ohoho, which seal are you referring to?" The old man stroked the long white beard that covered his neck and smiled.

Murong Cheng felt a chill down his spine. He looked at the old man with a blank face. He had recently received two letters. One was from his family when he was far away in the desert. It was the news of his father's death. The other was the whereabouts of Murong Ke.

The old man's old voice sounded again. He was leaning against a thick tree trunk. He said faintly, "No need to guess. I told you about your father's death. "

A trace of surprise flashed across the corner of Murong Cheng's eyes, and then there were some tears of resentment. "You have to know, the day I received the letter, he was not dead! Could it be you? It was you who killed him? "

The old man laughed and coughed twice: "No, no, no, I'm not that capable. If I want to kill that old man, I don't need to do it myself!"

Murong Cheng's hand was already on the handle of the knife. The cold light of the knife sparkled under the dim sunlight. "You can't say that you know about the future, can you?"

The wind blew in the woods, and the leaves fell along with the wind. Occasionally, a few birds would chirp in the sky. Murong Cheng was waiting, waiting for the old man to speak.

"You are right, young man. There is a kind of person in this world who can predict the future. " The old man's expression was somewhat ugly. It was clear that he remembered some things of the past.

"Then, did you foresee whether you could leave alive today?" Murong's blade had already moved half an inch away from his blade. Once the cold blade light was released, the fallen leaves in the forest suddenly became chaotic. Even the fishes in the small stream at the side could not help but scatter.

The old man patted the tree trunk and kept laughing.

"What's wrong? Ridiculous? I've never seen a person so happy before dying. " Murong Cheng kept his hand on the blade and said indifferently.

"Hahaha, I am laughing, I am laughing at you. " The old man laughed so hard that tears almost burst out from his eyes.

"Laughing at me? Laughing at me for what?" Murong Cheng asked.

The old man stopped laughing. His expression suddenly became serious. "Let me ask you, who killed your father?"

"Cangsong Blade Master, Xiao Nanfeng. " Murong Cheng's mouth twitched. He gritted his teeth hard on his lower lips.

"Then let me ask you again, did I help him?" The old man continued to ask.

"No" Murong Cheng answered cleanly, but he seemed to have understood everything.

"Then why is the knife in your hand aimed at me? Could a knife user's knife be aimed at a person's throat for no reason?" The old man's voice became fierce, but Murong Cheng was a little surprised. He suddenly felt that this old man's image had become bigger and bigger.

"Then how did you know. . . " Before he could finish his question, the old man interrupted him. "Do you want to ask if your father is still alive? How can I tell you about his death? "

Murong Cheng nodded his head. The old man sighed and said, "The only descendant of Murong Ying is Murong Ke. Could it be that Xiao Nanfeng wants to kill his descendant? Will he just sit back and do nothing? The only one in Murong family who can fight him is your father. However, Xiao Nanfeng's blade technique and physical strength are absolutely incomparable to Murong Ying's. The result is obvious. "

" Enough! " Even though he knew that the man was right, Murong Cheng still did not want to continue listening.

Time seemed to have stopped, and the old man was still leaning against the tree trunk. Murong Cheng's expression eased up a lot, and the knife in his hand gradually withdrew. "Then you must have a deep relationship with my father. Otherwise, how would you know so much?"

The old man paused for a moment and said slowly, "I have been friends with your Murong family for decades. Do you only want to hear about the past? The old man doesn't have much time. The more time passes, the less time. "

Murong Cheng shook his head. The old man continued, "Don't you want to know where your nephew is? Let me tell you, go and ask your virtuous sister-in-law!"

Murong Cheng was stunned for a long time. He did not seem to understand what the man said. When he came back to his senses, the old man had already walked away slowly.

Just as he was about to chase after him, the big tree that the old man was leaning against suddenly fell down and blocked Murong Cheng's path. He stopped in his tracks and suddenly realized that the tree was actually broken at the same root. The crack continued to look like it was cut out by a knife.

His back was drenched in sweat. He could not believe that there was such a person in this world. Without using a knife, it was the same as using a knife. This kind of knife technique came and went unpredictably. You would never know when you would get stabbed.

He began to rejoice. He was glad that his blade had not been pointed at that person just now. Since he wanted to tell him so many things, then this person must be a friend of Murong family.

With such an otherworldly expert as a friend, Murong family naturally wouldn't lose out. When he looked into the distance again, the old man was already nowhere to be seen.

There was another commotion in the grass. Murong Cheng's complicated thoughts were thrown into chaos by this commotion. He angrily rushed into the grass. The scene in front of him stunned him.

A thin female cat was surrounding a few thin kittens. The female cat stared at Murong Cheng fiercely, as if she was going to fight Murong Cheng to the death in the next second. The kittens were fighting for milk in comfort. It seemed that they had not been born for long.

Murong Cheng's hands became soft, and the corners of his eyes, which had always been tight, showed a trace of warmth. He looked at the group of cats with a smile, and suddenly remembered what the old man had said just now. Cats all know how to cherish their cubs. Could Mrs. Murong harm her own children?

No matter what, he was determined to get to the bottom of this matter.

It was dusk. The shops along the street were like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves as they closed their stalls. Murong Cheng's footsteps were firm. He walked step by step towards the Murong family, but a group of people rushed towards him.

This group of people were hot-tempered, as if they didn't put anyone in their eyes. They bumped into Murong Cheng's shoulder and came to a tavern nearby. It was a tavern that belonged to the Murong family.

"Are you f * cking blind? There are so many grandpas sitting here, and there's no one to greet them?" One of them slammed the table and shouted, while the others shouted angrily at the side that they were starving to death.

Murong Cheng suddenly stopped in his tracks. He also seemed to feel a little hungry.

A smaller man walked to the biggest man and whispered, "Big brother, Don't you know that the girl singing in the tavern of Murong family is very handsome!"

The big brother laughed and said, "Oh? Then what the f * ck are you talking about? Hurry up and bring her to me!"

The short man rushed into the back hall of the hotel with three or four people and forcefully dragged a little girl over. The little girl looked like she was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but her body was already showing alluring lines.

The short man pushed the girl in front of his big brother and said with a smile, "How is it? Big brother, not bad, right?"

His big brother's big mouth was already drooling. He held the girl's small hand and said with a smile: "Not bad, really not bad! It's just a pity that I gave birth to the wrong person! "

A few nursing homes in the hotel had already rushed over and scolded sternly, "What do you think this place is? How dare you come here and cause trouble? "

The short man immediately rushed over with his brother beside him and gave him a thumbs up. He said angrily, "F * ck you! Are you blind? Why don't you take a look at who this is? Master of Dugu family! "

"Who cares if you're alone or alone? This is Master Murong's place. If you know what's good for you, then get lost! I don't care if you're alone or not. This is Master Murong's place. If you know what's good for you, then get lost!" One of the taller guards was more daring, but when the other three guards heard the name of the Dugu family, they unconsciously took two steps back.

The shorter guard wanted to go up and pester him, but his big brother grabbed him and threw him to the side. He hugged the little girl and walked to the taller guard with a smile. "What's wrong? Haven't you seen how Uncle Dugu does things?"

After saying this, a sharp long blade suddenly popped out from his waist. The blade was one foot and three inches long and four fingers wide. With a dang sound, it hit the guard's chest and the guard immediately vomited blood.

Everyone cheered. The big brother put the long blade back into his waist, and without even looking at the others, he hugged the young lady and began to randomly touch her from head to toe.