"Wake up, you're going to be late!" Feng Qianyang opened his eyes and saw that Deng Qiang was pushing himself violently. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info he had a toothbrush in his mouth, a washing cup in one hand, and looked at Feng Qianyang with a panicked expression.

Feng Qianyang was already pretending to be asleep when the big man approached his bed, and the keen perception skills forged by long-term training allowed him to quickly wake up in order to deal with the impending danger, and the big man didn't know that he had just walked away from the ghost gate.

"What kind of bird class do you have to be in the first period in the morning, and you can't even sleep lazy!" Liu Sen was scolding again, when Feng Qianyang came back last night, he fell asleep on the keyboard, and there were heroes of the Natural Disaster and the Guards Legion on the computer monitor, and he woke up in the morning with a string of letters on his face.

Deng Qiang saw the obvious letter marks on Liu Sen's face, and almost didn't spray him with foam when he brushed his teeth. I couldn't help laughing out loud and choked on several mouthfuls of water.

"What's your nerve? I've been laughing here early in the morning, do I have gold on my face? Liu Sen asked puzzled.

Deng Qiang was so choked by the water that he couldn't speak, he kept coughing, and finally said: "No..... no, but you have flowers on your face..... hahaha!" ”

Liu Sen looked at him like a neuropath, shook his head and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

The big man has a very regular life, and it is a living alarm clock in the dormitory. Feng Qianyang nodded to him gratefully, signaling to hurry up and wash up and go to class, the teacher who taught the class had a bad temper, and those who were late could enjoy a different treatment every time.

The route to class needs to pass through most of the campus, it takes more than ten minutes to walk, the three of them are mixed in the crowd yawning and nibbling on buns, Liu Sen's eyes have never been opened, and his spirit is suddenly like drunk, almost knocking down the classmate who is riding a bicycle.

Suddenly, a loud voice in the crowd spoke: "Alas, have you seen today's news?" He raised his mobile phone high, "The beast principal who raped the young girl last time was stabbed in the throat at KTV last night!" After saying that, he had an excited expression on his face, as if he had done it, enjoying the different eyes of the people around him.

"It's not just three years, there must be a hard backstage relationship, it is said that he is not the first time to commit a crime, there was a few years ago, the child's parents are honestly afraid of making things bigger, and they will be over after losing some money." Another classmate with glasses said.

Many people in the crowd were talking, and their sighs revealed a sense of pity and helplessness.

Another head said: "What a retribution, this beast should not live in this world!" If it were me, I would have beaten him all over the floor! ”

A group of people around echoed the voices, and the Bancun man felt that he had really done a chivalrous act of punishing rape and eliminating evil, with a sense of satisfaction.

Feng Qianyang turned on his mobile phone, and the news report said that he only saw the waiter entering and leaving the scene of the crime, and no trace of the suspicious person on the mission was found at all, this case was extremely difficult to crack, and there were no sharp weapons at the scene, the wound on the deceased's neck was very bizarre, small and narrow and there was no trace of blood, as if it did not exist at all, and no matter how sharp the blade was, it was impossible to cause such a delicate wound.

The forensic examination said that the murderer shot very quickly, so fast that the deceased did not even notice it. Liu Sen also leaned over to take a look and said a noncommittal word.

"When did the police report become so literary? Is there no way to describe the scene in words? ”

Deng Qiang said: "You kid is talking nonsense, I think this is the real situation, it's not an exaggeration at all, you see how it's written below——"

According to the report, according to the memories of the deceased's friends, he had gone to the toilet once before the accident, and after he came back, he could not sing, saying that his voice was uncomfortable, and then he fell to the ground.

Feng Qianyang himself knew how he died, he met the beast principal at the door of the bathroom, and the moment the target lowered his head, an inch of qi blade erupted from his fingertips and slashed his throat in one fell swoop.

Indeed, the subject did not notice the pain, and after going to the bathroom, he staggered back to the private room. During this period, Feng Qianyang has long since disappeared.

This murder case caused quite a stir, and many people applauded, and finally there were chivalrous witnesses to eradicate the evil and eliminate the fish that slipped through the law.

The blood in Feng Qianyang's heart was gradually cooling, and the more times he shot, the farther away from his master's teachings. Master once said that the mission of an assassin is not how many people he can kill, but how many people he can save. If killing one person can save ten people, hundreds of thousands, it is worth it. If you assassinate for money, you are not called an assassin, you are a killer.

The difference between a killer and an assassin is that the assassin testifies and the killer testifies to himself.

Two completely different paths of cultivation, don't go astray! Master often admonished himself like this, Feng Qianyang had already been familiar with this criterion by heart, and from time to time he repeatedly pondered, what kind of path is suitable for him?

Feng Qianyang's heart is tormented, and he doesn't know when he will end such a painful life, and in the long run, he will definitely become one of the tools of the organization to make profits. Master's approach has a point, and he now sees himself almost as an inquisitive student who is constantly learning and growing in school.

Although his classmates' impression of him is that he sleeps on his stomach as soon as he starts class, and rarely looks up at the projection screen, he can pass every exam. Feng Qianyang enjoys the feeling of class, the things taught by the teacher are all things that he has not been exposed to, and he has also taken a lot of public courses, when others play games and watch movies, he always listens to and learns in the classroom.

Of course, all this is to avoid the eyes of classmates. Feng Qianyang doesn't want to be too conspicuous, acting in a low-key manner is conducive to hiding his identity, and he will not be noticed by anyone who cares when he usually performs tasks.

Today's course is an old professor explaining the Book of Changes, talking about the theory of gossip, the so-called dry three links, Kun flash break, Zhen Yang Yu, Gen covering the bowl, leaving the void, the kan is full, the upper is missing, and the lower is broken. Feng Qianyang likes such easy-to-understand lectures, just like the master carefully taught himself by the side, when he was a child, the master also let him read this kind of ancient books, even if most of them couldn't be understood, he also enjoyed the time with the master.

The Shadow Guest Organization is located on the top of Kunlun Mountain, covered with snow all year round, he always looks at the stone castle in front of him in a daze, the master never lets himself enter the stone castle, it seems that there is something terrible in it.

The hut in the back mountain is where he grew up, and the only thing that accompanies him is the morning glow and the sunset. Reading and practicing every day, without the disturbance of outsiders, Feng Qianyang spent eighteen years like this. In the past ten years, he has not gone down the mountain, and neither has the master. Feng Qianyang sometimes feels that the master and apprentice are like hermits who have escaped from the mortal world, and what they do every day is nothing but practice or practice.

Day after day, year after year, his memories were as clean as snow on the mountains. The only memory he has is of the days he spent with Master.

The past time can never go back, Feng Qianyang's eyes are a little moist, and he quietly wiped it away while no one saw it.

More and more Assassins were sent down the mountain, and more and more children were brought up the mountain, which he had seen by chance before coming down, and he would never forget the innocent eyes of those children, who had never come out since they entered the stone castle. Maybe they already know how to hold knives, Feng Qianyang thought.

"The classmate in the back, please don't get distracted." The old professor wearing thick bottle-bottom glasses said towards the corner where Feng Qianyang was sitting, he immediately smiled embarrassedly, there are not many teachers who are so dedicated in the university now, Feng Qianyang respects him from the bottom of his heart.

The classmates laughed, this wooden kid didn't listen carefully in class, as if he saw something funny. Then they quietly took their phones out from under the table and continued the game that wasn't over yet.

Classes always pass slower than exams, whether they listen or not.

"The latest news, have you heard, the beast principal who died last night was reported for corruption, and a pile of moldy banknotes was found under the bed at home, you look at the picture, the principal can be greedy for so much money, it's really innocent!" At the end of class, a classmate held up his mobile phone and shouted.

"This is nothing, it was said in the news before that there were corrupt officials who found hundreds of millions of cash from their homes, which is nothing compared to this."

"You're so rich, just share a little with me, haha."

"Not to mention that you are ugly, I still want to be beautiful to you. Let's go and read and change your fate! ”

The class is like ukiyo-e, full of all kinds of entertainment news gossip, as well as ambiguous stories about who the school flower is with.

Feng Qianyang sat in the corner and no one paid attention, Liu Sen and the big man were sleeping on the side, and they couldn't wake up.

Their lives are repeated every day, while they are experiencing new life over and over again. Feng Qianyang thought, it's terrible to get used to this thing, and if you have lived in the world for too long, you have a little hesitation to make a move. Master's thoughts are still unpredictable, and being an assassin in this mortal world is really unconventional.

Feng Qianyang didn't know the standard for the filmmaker to take on the task, and the master didn't let him get involved from beginning to end. After the master left, he was placed in the lowest group by Elder Mu Yang to perform the most basic apprentice-level tasks, but it was Elder Mu Yang's henchman Ying Sha who assigned him the task. I don't know if it's a distrust of Feng Qianyang's ability, or a mockery of his late master - the apprentices you taught are only at the level of a junior apprentice, and after fighting with me for so many years, you still lost after all.

He doesn't have the ability to struggle now, accept the filmmaker's arrangement of his fate, and survive in this world. Feng Qianyang clenched his fists, and the air around him began to circulate, making the pages rattle.

"It's weird, the windows are obviously closed, why is it windy?" A classmate sitting in front of him playing with his mobile phone said in surprise.

Feng Qianyang calmed down, his body soothed, and he wanted to go out for a walk. Waiting for the end of class, he woke up Deng Qiang and said You go back first, I'll go out for a walk.

Feng Qianyang strolled through the paths of the square, and the person he killed last night jumped into his mind again, if he hadn't made a move, how many people would have escaped the law?