Chapter One First Arrival in a Foreign Country

As night is approaching, a round of red sun dyes the clouds red. Chu Xiu walked out of Los Angeles Airport with a suitcase, a slightly worn black suit, sparse stubble, and messy hair. Kind of very decadent feeling.

He glanced around and boarded a taxi waiting for guests.

"Man, where are you going?" Some of the black drivers who were blessed did not rush to start the car, but looked at Chu Xiu with a vigilant face. He extremely suspected that this Asian man could not afford the car. But I haven't encountered it less, so I'd better confirm it first.

Chu Xiu turned over his body, found a neatly folded note, and said to the driver in broken English: "Go... St. Mary... No."

"Are you Chinese?" The black driver breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, started the car, and headed for the outsiders at the airport. San Marino is a gathering place for the wealthy Chinese. Since he went there, he wouldn't worry that no one would pay. The Chinese have always been very united. If this person has no money to pay for the car, he believes that other Chinese should be willing to pay for the car and help this compatriot who seems to be depressed.

"Yes!" Chu Xiu nodded, looked out the car window, and "touched" a pack of cigarettes from his body: "Can I smoke?"

"If you are willing to divide me one, of course no problem, man!" The black driver glanced at the Chinese characters on the cigarette case in Chu Xiu's hand and joked.

"Here you are." Chu Xiu handed over a cigarette, and then he swallowed the mist in the back seat, looking at the exotic scenery outside the window, a bit of bitterness gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A month ago, he followed his master guarding the clouds and watching the free days of idle clouds and wild cranes, but today, the master is dead, and he was "forced" by his enemies to leave his hometown like a bereavement dog, and defected to him only when he was a child The uncle who has met once is really unpredictable!

Thinking of the miserable situation of the master before his death, thinking of the past and the master, the corners of Chu Xiu's eyes were a little moist.

The black driver glanced at Chu Xiu in a low mood through the rearview mirror, took a deep breath, suppressed the chatter, and drove his head. He was not used to persuading, nor did he like it.

Without a word, the car stopped in front of a mall in San Marino.

"Man, the place is here. You need to go the rest of the way by yourself. A total of two hundred and twenty dollars!" The black driver thief smiled and looked at Chu Xiu. The corner of his eye swept toward the few Chinese people who were talking at the gate of the mall. If Chu Xiu had no money to pay, these Chinese people would become his target.

Chu Xiu didn't have the mind to consider whether the driver would kill him. He "fetched" a wad of dollars from his body and handed over three hundred dollars: "Take it, don't look for it!"

"Oh! Thank you, God bless you buddy, everything will be fine!" The black driver smiled suddenly.

"I don't believe in God!" After leaving a sentence, Chu Xiu got out of the car, followed the address on the sticky note, and walked along the row of gorgeous mansions.

A few minutes later, he stopped outside the courtyard of a two-story villa: "No. 64, it should be here!"

He stretched out his hand and rang the doorbell outside the gate, and looked at the villa. The lawn in the courtyard was very flat, with a few thick palm trees planted in the corners, and there was a swimming pool in front of the exquisite two-story villa.

"It seems that Uncle Master had a good time abroad!" Even though Chu Xiu didn't know Los Angeles, he knew that the price of such a luxurious house would definitely be expensive.

After the doorbell rang for a while, a tall black maid came out of the villa with a rag in her hand. She looked at Chu Xiu, who was like a homeless man, and asked blankly: "You Who are you looking for?"

"Hello Madam, I'm looking for Qian Hao! I am his nephew." Chu Xiu said politely, and did not look at her because she was a maid.

The black maid hurriedly opened the door, with a warm smile on her face, reached out to take the suitcase in Chu Xiu's hand, and welcomed him in: "You should be Chu, right? Mr. Qian and his nephew will come here. At first, I thought his nephew would be a skinny miser like him. I didn't expect to be a polite handsome guy!"

"Uh...Thank you for your compliment, Madam." Chu Xiu looked at the maid awkwardly. He was curious that a maid dared to arrange employers like this. Isn't she afraid of being fired?

"My name is Monica, come with me, Mr. Qian will be very happy when he sees you, and he often talks about you recently!" Monica led Chu Xiu into Xiang Villa.

As soon as she walked to the door, Monica shouted in her throat: "Mr. Qian, come out quickly, your nephew is here to visit you!"

"Damn it, Monica, can't you just click? Next time, I will fire you!" As a hoarse voice sounded, Qian Hao, who was thin, walked down the stairs on the second floor with his hands on his back. His gloomy eyes glanced at Chu Xiu, and there was no trace of joy after seeing his nephew on his cold face.

"Uncle Master!" Chu Xiu's face was "confused" Qian Hao, for some reason, he actually felt in Qian Hao's body a breath of death that can only be found in the dead or the dying rao, and it is extremely strong. , Is the Master Uncle's deadline approaching? But even the Rao of Dying shouldn't have such a strong death spirit!

"Well, come in, here, it's just like your own home, don't be restrained." Qian Hao nodded indifferently, walked slowly to Chu Xiu's body, and smelled the sourness of the sweat on Chu Xiu's body. Stink, her nose wrinkled: "Go take a bath! Monica, take Chu Xiu to his room."

"Okay, Chu, come with me, I've been decorating your room a few years ago, I think you will like it!" Monica led Chu Xiu to the second floor.

Walking on the stairs, Chu Xiu looked back at Qian Hao's back, frowning deeply. Just when Qian Hao approached him, he actually had the feeling of facing a dead body!

What happened to Uncle Master?

Suspicious, Chu Xiu walked into his own room.

"Go take a shower, I will wash the changed clothes for you, I will go downstairs to prepare dinner first, and see you later, Chu!" Monica waved to Chu Xiu and turned to walk downstairs.

"See you soon, Monica!"

Chu Xiu smiled and closed the door, walked to the bathroom, took a hot bath comfortably, and washed away all the dust. By all accounts, he hadn't taken a bath for half a month.

Half an hour later, Chu Xiu, who had shaved his beard and changed into clean clothes, came to the first floor refreshedly and glanced at the room. Without seeing Qian Hao's figure, he confronted Moni who was busy in the kitchen. Ka asked, "Monica, where is my uncle?"

"He went out and won't come back for dinner in the evening. This rude old man, his nephew came, and he would leave. It's really too much!" Monica angrily walked out of the kitchen holding two plates .

"Don't worry about Chu. He has always been like this. He has a very strange temper. If it weren't for his high salary, I would have resigned long ago!" Monica put the dishes on the table and said to Chu. Xiu greeted, "Come over for dinner and taste my Chinese cuisine. Mr. Qian has always liked it!"

"Okay, Monica!" Chu Xiu didn't pay much attention to Qian Hao's departure. He had seen Qian Hao's weird temper.

Looking at the authentic Chinese dishes on the dining table, Chu Xiu couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy. He picked up a slice of boiled pork and tasted it, facing Monica who was looking at him expectantly. Thumb: "Awesome Monica, more authentic than the chef in my hometown!"

"Haha, thank you for your compliment, Chu!" Monica laughed, and sat at the table, chatting with Chu Xiu, eating dinner, and specially opened a bottle of red wine.

After eating and drinking, a feeling of sleepiness struck, Chu Xiu said goodbye to Monica, yawned and returned to the room. In these days, in order to avoid chasing and killing, he hasn't slept well for a long time.

Entering the room, Chu Xiu didn't rush to go to bed, but took his suitcase and found a sealed jar from the inside, which contained the ashes of his master.

Chu Xiu looked around in the room, placed the ashes altar on a desk in the west, and then took out his master's tablet and an incense burner from the box.

Placing the memorial tablet in front of the ashes altar and placing the incense burner on it, he turned and took out a bright yellow talisman paper from the box.

"When the law is too high, the golden bell will ring with jade; Bai Hui hides in nine places... anxious like a law."

Chu Xiu held the talisman paper in his right hand and waved it over the memorial tablet, chanting the Jing Altar Mantra in his mouth, and a mysterious aura surged from him. After a while, he pressed the talisman paper under the incense burner and took out three incense sticks to light it. , Respectfully bowed to the master's tablet, and then "inserted" the incense on the incense burner.

"thump!"

After finishing the incense, Chu Xiu knelt heavily in front of the tablet, and said softly: "Master, the disciple has already arrived at the master uncle's place. I believe those people will not be found again. Your spirit of being can rest in peace. Wait for the disciple. My cultivation base is strong, and I will definitely go back to avenge you...I hope I can avenge you..."

Chu Xiu had no confidence. He dreamed of revenge for Master, but can he really do it?

He followed his master Chu Wuji in the mountains since he was a child, and he can be extraordinary. At a young age, he has already practiced the secret Qi-Xing Qi Jue of this school to the adjacent third floor. Given time, it is entirely possible for him to practice Qi-Xing Qi Jue. The highest level.

But even at the highest level, he couldn't avenge his revenge. His master's cultivation was the highest level of Qixing Qi Jue, but in the end he was seriously injured and killed by the enemy.

Chu Xiu mumbled a conversation. He stood up with a lonely expression, lit a cigarette, walked slowly to the bed and sat down, surrounded by smoke, he bent down and took out a purple-red arm from the suitcase on the side. "Color" wood carving.

The carving on the top is an old man with fairy-style bones. The carving is very delicate, delicate and full of ancient charm.

This wooden sculpture was brought back by Chu Wuji after a long journey, and he died because of this wooden sculpture.

"If it weren't for you, my master would not die!" Chu Xiu fiercely pinched out the cigarette butt in his hand, and the anger in his heart gathered on this wooden sculpture: "No one wants to get it!"

Suddenly, he lifted the wooden sculpture high and threw it heavily towards the wall in front of him.

"Boom!"

The wooden sculpture hit the wall and broke into several pieces and fell to the ground.

"Dang!"

The sound of metal hitting the ground caught Chu Xiu's attention. He raised his head and looked at the carved wooden pieces on the ground. A slap-sized bronze statue was lying quietly in the middle of the pieces.

"What the hell?"

Chu Xiu stood up "confused" suspiciously, and stepped forward and took the bronze statue in his hand. This bronze statue seemed to be a semi-finished product. It could only be seen that it was a human figure, without a face carved out, and its breath was ancient and clumsy. It seemed that it was some years old.

Before he looked carefully at the bronze statue in his hand, a purple halo suddenly appeared on the bronze statue. Then, the halo turned into a light purple halo and rushed into Chu Xiu's eyebrows.

At the same time, a message suddenly appeared in his mind, and Chu Xiu stood there blankly. After a while, his eyes became clear and he muttered, "Is this the secret of wood carving, Cang Youyan, Master, you look Well, the disciple will avenge you, and you must have those people cramped and peeled! Let their souls fall into purgatory forever, burn them day and night, and not be overborn!"