Chapter 132: Fallen Moon Sword and Golden Visor

At night, the full moon is in the sky.

A ghostly whimpering sound was heard in the courtyard. The disciples who were in charge of guarding the place turned back to look at the window from time to time, and each of them felt a chill on their back.

There is a dim candle in the courtyard.

The woman was sitting in front of the window. She had a slim figure and her hair was long and waist-length.

She was wearing a white dress and a white flower in her hair. Although there were some wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, her youthful beauty could still be seen, especially her submissive and delicate appearance, which aroused special pleasure in sadomasochism.

"Who told her about Liu Pan's death?"

Liu Chan stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the figure in the window through the courtyard gate.

"Only the maids who deliver meals can enter the courtyard. Maybe she let it slip."

Cao Sheng is in charge of the sect's minor affairs. He is the brother-in-law of the late First Lady and the uncle of Young Sect Leader Liu Xuan. He is more trusted in the Suo Yue Sect than Xiao Ke.

Liu Chan said coldly: "Find out and cut off your tongue. If you can't keep Tianyue Mountain safe, you will go to Shenyue Valley and take over Liu Pan's position to run the mine."

"Master, rest assured. I will find that gossipy woman and punish her severely."

Cao Sheng was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. When he saw Liu Chan turning around and leaving, he hurriedly followed him.

"Yang is a dissolute person by nature and has done things without restraint. Previously, she was imprisoned because she was Master Pan's biological mother. Now that Master Pan has died in battle, she has become even more insane. Why not just kill her to avoid future scandals?"

Liu Chan stopped, turned slowly, and stared at Cao Sheng with dead fish eyes.

Cao Sheng didn't know that what he said was wrong. After all, Liu Chan had wanted to kill Yang Yuer and her son more than once.

"come here."

"Two more steps!"

Liu Chan gathered all his internal strength and blew out the air with his palm.

"Snapped!"

Cao Sheng screamed, his body flew four or five meters sideways and rolled to the corner of the wall.

"You bastard! I am the only one who can decide her life or death."

After Liu Chan left, Cao Sheng lay there for half a quarter of an hour. After trying several times, he managed to get up. There were two broken teeth on the ground.

"You claim to be smart and think you can control everything, but you were fooled by me."

He bent over and spat out blood foam one after another. When he raised his head, his eyes were full of ferocious smiles and he looked straight in the direction of Tianyue Tower.

"I've been lying for six whole years!"

After his first wife passed away, Yang Yuer was Liu Chan's favorite woman. Although she was of humble origin, she was gentle and virtuous. She gave birth to Liu Pan when she was fifteen years old. If it weren't for that incident, he would not have imprisoned his wife and driven away his son.

At the end of the narrow path under Tianyue Tower, there is a stone gate.

Liu Chan pulled the iron ring and the two stone doors slowly opened.

The secret room was not big, but there were fifteen or sixteen wooden boxes filled with gold and silver ingots, pearls and gems. Many utensils were stained with dark blood. Surrounding the wooden table in the middle, there was a tablet with the words "The spirit tablet of Liu Buzheng, the first leader of the Suoyue Sect" written on it.

There are two heirlooms on the wooden table.

A knife.

A face armor.

The scabbard is inlaid with more than ten kinds of gemstones, corals, and tortoise shells, which is extremely luxurious.

The golden mask is engraved with intricate cloud patterns. On the left and right sides, there is a ferocious little devil standing on auspicious clouds, holding a magic mirror in his hand. The workmanship is extremely delicate, revealing a kind of evil beauty.

"Falling Moon Sword, Golden Visor."

Thirty years ago, there was a hero in the Guanzhong underworld who wielded the Falling Moon Sword. He was a chivalrous man who helped the poor and the needy, and made a great name for himself with his Locking Moon Sword technique.

At the same time, there was a notorious bandit wearing a golden mask. He was very skilled in martial arts and committed all kinds of evil wherever he went, including killing, robbing, raping, and destroying families.

Both of them were well-known in Guanzhong. It was said that they had fought each other several times, but they had never appeared at the same time.

It was not until the great hero founded his own sect that the bandit disappeared.

"You have established this foundation with these two treasures. I will not let the Suoyue Sect be destroyed in my hands."

Liu Chan hung the Falling Moon Sword around his waist, left the secret room, passed through the narrow passage, and went up the stone steps.

In the back hall of Tianyue Tower, the stone slabs behind the screen parted, revealing stone steps leading underground.

A lantern poked out, and then half of Liu Chan's body followed it out.

'Whoosh! '

A flash of golden light passed by.

"hidden weapon!"

Liu Chan was startled and raised the lantern pole to hit the golden needle while backing away. His short stature allowed him to move flexibly in the narrow space and he managed to dodge it narrowly.

"There's an assassin, how brave!"

The moment the man in white jumped down from the beam, he took off his hat, exerted force with his palms, and threw it into the passage. The hat made a sharp sound of breaking through the air and hit Liu Chan. He had no choice but to let go of the iron ring of the mechanism that he was about to pull, and slapped out with both palms. Under the force of his palms, the hat broke into powder.

"Azure Dragon Exploring Claw!"

The man in white followed the man in the bamboo hat and flew into the underground stairs. He used a palm technique from the "Dragon Catching and Acupuncture Point Pressing" to slap the man's chest from above. Liu Chan raised his palm to meet the attack. The two sides fought for twenty or thirty rounds, fighting and retreating, until they reached the long and narrow passage in front of the secret room.

There were four wall lamps on each side. The oil had not yet burned out, and the wicks swayed in the sweeping palm wind. "Friends, whether they want money or things, we can discuss it."

Liu Chan reached out to grab the hilt of the knife several times, trying to use the precious sword to fight the enemy, but was entangled by the man in white with strange and tricky methods. The opponent was not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also had extremely fierce and domineering internal strength.

The man in white slapped his palm and said, "It's fatal!"

Liu Chan raised his hand to block, but was a little too slow and was hit on the shoulder. He endured the severe pain and angrily asked, "Do you have a grudge against Liu?"

The man in white chuckled and said, "Not only do we have no grudges, we even drank tea together."

Liu Chan raised his eyes and looked carefully, only to see that the young man was extremely handsome, with a slightly upturned mouth and a wicked smile, and he did look familiar.

"Huashan Zhengqi Hall, you...you are here too!"

"Master Liu, let's play a game. Before I kill you, remember my name and I will spare your life."

Liu Chan stopped talking and focused on fighting the enemy.

The man in white was obviously playing a cat playing with a mouse. Even if he came up with a name, he would never stop. The opponent was so young that if the fight continued, his internal strength would definitely not be able to keep up, and the outcome was still uncertain.

"What a grindstone!"

After more than a hundred moves, the man in white was still at ease. Liu Chan was injured in many places, his left arm was broken, and his movements became sluggish.

"Unfortunately, that's where it ends."

Four palms facing each other.

"kindness?"

After the attack, Liu Chan felt his palm go numb. When he was about to withdraw his palm, he found that there was a suction force coming from the opponent's palm, and the force was getting stronger and stronger.

"not good!"

"What kind of evil Kung Fu is this?"

The white-clothed man's Shaoshang, Shangyang and Zhongchong points continuously absorb the opponent's internal energy.

"Are you from the Demon Cult?"

Liu Chan was so frightened that his heart and soul almost broke. He struggled violently and shook off the hand of the man in white.

Zhang Yu shook his head slightly. When the Bei Ming magic skill is perfected, a small cyclone can be cultivated in all the acupuncture points around the body. Any point can absorb people's internal energy, and unless the other party's internal energy is much higher, he will definitely not be able to break free and can only watch himself being sucked dry of internal energy.

"You guessed it right, there's a reward."

Currently, he has only cultivated small cyclones in the acupuncture points on three fingers, and the adsorption force generated is still limited. In other words, the adhesion is not strong enough, which is why Liu Chan shook it off his palm.

Once the acupoints on the remaining two fingers are refined, he will be able to perform the Bei Ming Divine Art more freely.

"Reward you to die!"

The man in white smiled grimly, turned his palm into a claw, and firmly grasped Liu Chan's pulse.

Now he can't break free anymore.

After a moment, Liu Chan was exhausted and pale, and he slowly sat down against the corner of the wall like a dying goldfish.

"You... don't kill me. I can also work for the Sun and Moon Cult."

As the light flickered, a black shadow slid from the top to the floor. He saw the man in white gradually walking towards him, and fear of death arose in his heart.

The man in white sneered, "You have lost all your power and are like a useless person. If you surrender to the Divine Religion, you will just be eating for free. It is better for you to die early. In your next life, cherish your time, practice martial arts diligently, and then serve the Divine Religion again."

He picked up the extremely luxurious-looking sword on the ground, pulled out half of it, the blade was as sharp as snow and chilling, turned it over and saw the words "Falling Moon" on the scabbard.

"Falling Moon Sword."

The man in white held the hilt of the knife in one hand and raised it high. It was about four feet long, with a wide back and a single blade, slightly curved. The blade was bright white, emitting a faint glow and was chilling.

"I remember now, you are Zhang Liyu, Ping An Inn—"

Liu Chan screamed, fear in his eyes, like a drowning man grasping at the last straw.

"guessed wrong!"

The crescent moon fell rapidly from the sky, unstoppable.

As the blood splashed on the wall, a head flew up and was held in Zhang Yu's hand.

He sheathed the knife.

"So this is the origin of the name Falling Moon."

The headless corpse fell in the narrow corridor, blood oozing from the broken neck.

"Secret room?"

Zhang Yu pulled the iron ring and the stone door slowly opened. What came into view was a room full of gold and silver, as well as the luster of various pearls and gems. These righteous local rich men were all hiding their talents. Now they had the resources to rebuild the Yunyu Altar.

"A spiritual tablet enshrined among gold, silver and treasures?"

He walked around several wooden boxes that were blocking his way, came to the table, opened the wooden box, and found a golden half-mask inside.

"Just right."

Zhang Yu put the golden mask on his face and it fit perfectly.

(End of this chapter)

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