- Perhaps because of the sea's proximity, Kyoto's sky sometimes presents two extremes. Today, for example, the sky was gloomy in the afternoon, but in the afternoon, the sky in the west was completely clear, but the coast in the eastern suburbs became more and more gloomy. A little later, the wind blew for a while, and the rain clouds finally couldn't hold back and splashed. However, this strange weather is a normal thing for people who live here for a long time, and at most it is a few words of nagging from farmers working in the fields.

Heavy raindrops departed from the clouds, crashed against the soft sand, rolled up thin strands of quicksand, and then scattered and slid into the sea, making the water close to the shore dirty.

After Mo Ye picked up the hair band in the rain, he took the opportunity to pull his hair back and tie it casually. As soon as she turned to walk back, she saw the four people at the table drinking tea standing up and walking towards her.

But she just passed by them.

Returning to the iron basin with the charcoal fire, Mo Ye quickly roasted his whole body warmly, and when he looked sideways, he saw that the black umbrellas of the four people were still standing next to the four table legs, but the four people had been gone for a long time and had not returned.

At first, the people sitting around the brazier thought that the people had drunk too much tea and needed to solve their personal problems. As the shopkeeper, he had to have at least a little consideration for the customer, but from the very beginning when these four people sat in the shop, they were vaguely strange, and the owner of the tea shop was vigilant, so he didn't remind them to use an umbrella.

Anyway, they gave the tea money from the beginning.

But seeing that they hadn't returned for a long time, a few people by the brazier couldn't help but talk. The words came and went, and finally returned to the level of a martial arts disciple. However, after asking around, no one could tell which martial arts hall they were disciples of.

The owner of the tea shop still followed his original opinion, thinking that it might be a disciple from a newly opened martial arts hall.

One of the tea shop guys couldn't help but say, "They've been gone for so long, it's not like they're going to do that...... They don't need an umbrella, and they should be drenched enough by now. ”

Another tea shop guy hurriedly answered, and couldn't wait to say a conjecture that he had been wondering about several times: "Could it be that there is a secret in their umbrella?" Almost everyone's umbrellas were broken, but the ones in their hands were still intact. ”

"They are warriors, who dares to touch what is in their hands? What's more, cloth umbrellas are not as easy to break as paper umbrellas. The owner of the tea shop looked at the guy who was about to move, and scolded, "Customer's things." Don't move. Remember! ”

The owner of the tea shop wanted to say a few words, but considering that there were still a few customers present, he put up with it.

……

The four killers walked to the side of a reef and dodged over.

They certainly weren't going to jump into the sea. Under the feet, on the rugged and strange sea rocks, several sudden strokes of the pavilion www.biquge.info touched one after another. The four of them ended up on a boat docked in a visual corner behind the reef.

The cat's waist was in the canopy made of straw mats. They were only covered in a layer wet by the rain. As soon as they were seated, the bow of the boat covered his face with a hat, and the boatman, who seemed to be daydreaming in the rain, stood up at once.

The boatman shook the cloak he wore over his shoulders. Shake off a splash, but in the "snapping" sound of the splash on the plank, there is a faint "crackling" sound when his shoulder and elbow bones move.

Then he lifted the wide-brimmed hat above his head, and with a bow, he held the bamboo pole leaning against the side of the ship, and when he lifted it all, the bamboo pole was almost two feet long, and he poked it under the sea, and the hull of the ship began to move slowly.

It is actually very dangerous for a small boat like this to sail in a sea climate where strong winds and heavy rains are very prone to waves. Even if you don't explore the underwater environment in the depths of the ocean, even if you spread out such a long coastline, no one can necessarily understand the underwater situation in every part of it.

But when the four killers got into the boat, they all had a calm look on their faces, and they didn't worry about this problem in the slightest. That's how they came, and they believe that the boatman at the bow of the boat, who made a bamboo pole two feet long, will take them back to the sect as smoothly as he came.

It was only because of the stability of the boatman's lower plate and the heavy strength of his arms that he could make the two-zhang bamboo pole as flexible as the two-foot short sword--he was the sword-folding uncle of the three young men.

However, although he has the honorific title of uncle, he is not as prestigious as Uncle Fu Jian, just because of his name of "folding sword".

In their sect, if anyone is tired of killing people after becoming an artist, he can pass the guò harsh assessment and obtain the name of "folding sword". The person who "breaks the sword" is killed by himself, such a person is worthless to the sect, and the final result is abandoned by the sect.

Lacking the protection of the sect, the killers who are involved in the murder will encounter murderous opportunities everywhere in the rivers and lakes who want to squeeze them out.

However, this "Uncle Folding Sword" happens to be an exception in the sect that allows the storage of zài, and only this one place indirectly makes his martial arts, in a certain way, may be higher than that of the "Uncle Fu Sword" who is not too authoritative.

It's just that the sword in the hand of Uncle Sword-Folding has been replaced with a bamboo pole, or when he carries out auxiliary tasks in the future, he will still hold sticks, stones and other things in his hands, but according to the rules of the sect, since he has taken the name of "Folding Sword", he can no longer touch any iron tools in his hands.

Therefore, he gradually became the most dishonorable person in the sect, but he was more popular with the younger undebuted disciples. Except for the murder of people, Uncle Sword's martial arts are no worse than those of Uncle Sword, who is responsible for teaching and learning in the sect, and Uncle Sword-Folding is recognized as a good talker.

However, for Uncle Fu Jian, who was bent on cultivating a successful killer from the three disciples under his name, the broken sword was vaguely his enemy, and he didn't want his disciple to get too close to this man who had no murderous aura on his body.

Therefore, although some of the three teenagers wanted to say hello to Uncle Folding Sword, after glancing at Master Fu Jian who was sitting at the same table, that kind of look suddenly made them all look at it slightly.

However, although they were silent, the folding sword in the bow of the boat took the initiative to speak, and said in a casual tone: "How? Have fun today? Have you seen anything interesting that would make me happy to say it? ”

"I was about to tell you." Fu Jian, who was sitting solemnly in the boat, said this, but in his tone. I couldn't hear the slightest hint of a light-hearted joke, "After you sent us here early in the morning, you didn't park too far, why did it take so long for you to reply after I gave you the signal to pick us up?" ”

Folding Sword smiled faintly and replied, "The weather has changed, it will have an impact." ”

"Isn't it because you're snoozing in the bow of the ship?" Fu Jian immediately asked again, this time he not only spoke in a cold and hard tone, but also coerced a little bit of questioning.

"Well, I can't hide it from you. It's me oversleeping. I apologize to you. After saying this series of words a little quickly, Folding Sword didn't wait for Fu Jian to buy his account, and suddenly changed the topic, but the speed of his speech slowed down: "Huh? You don't seem to have brought any umbrellas with you? ”

A teenager couldn't resist explaining. was pressed down by a gesture from Fu Jian's palm. Then he explained: "I left the umbrella on purpose. It was left to a few interesting people I met on the shore. ”

The folding sword that pushed the boat with the pestle rod in the bow sighed when he heard this, not because he regretted that he didn't catch the handle of the sword that made a mistake, but as if he was sighing for a few dying people in advance: "Phew...... Someone who makes you feel interesting. Soon it'll be four, because you'll only be interested in what to kill and how to do it. ”。

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"Thank you for your review, it's fair, I like it." Fu Jian spoke in a cold tone, and soon the words changed sharply: "But I'm only good at attacking, and I won't sit still, so I'm not as good as you!" ”

The three teenagers present knew what their master was satirizing about Folding the Sword, and they must have understood it in their hearts.

The rules of the sect have long been familiar to them. Uncle Folding Sword is still a young man with full body, and when he gets older, he will always be replaced by a successor who is striving for this idle name. And being stabbed to death by someone in his own sect is the most despicable way to die in the sect.

Uncle Ke Folding Sword seems to be living in a drowsy every day at present, and if he continues like this, when he reaches a certain age, his martial arts will degenerate very quickly.

However, at this time, the broken sword seemed to have missed the words that Fu Jian said, and his perspective only stayed on the insincere thanks in front of him, and said with a smile: "Your self-confidence in the great cause of assassination is very strong, and I am not the only one in the faction who thinks so, I am afraid that I will not have a chance to catch up with you, but I suddenly want to know, how are you going to use your umbrella to kill people?" ”

"Excuse me." Uncle Fu Jian smiled indifferently, "A person who can only eat cooked meat, if he sees clearly how a butcher shaves a live pig and serves it to his table, then he is likely to lose his appetite." ”

Folding Sword was silent for a moment when he heard this, and then he laughed twice with unknown sadness and joy, and his tone became calm: "Fu Jian, people are not animals, and only when they receive a 'red list' will they send people to act." The murder sect also has to abide by the rules of a certain range. ”

"I know, thank you for the advice." Fu Jian's voice sank, and he didn't intend to continue the conversation with Broken Sword, the murderous aura he kept in his chest did not allow anyone to try to defuse it for any reason.

Folding Sword didn't say anything more, and seemed to finally get serious about the work of holding the boat in his hands.

The ship suddenly became extremely quiet. In the cabin where there were many people present, but no one spoke, this quiet atmosphere could not be called absolute, but it penetrated into the souls of several people present.

Several teenagers knew their master's style of acting with Fu Jian, but when they thought of the girls that the master was going to deal with this time, they couldn't help but have doubts and hesitations in their hearts.

None of them have really killed human lives, even if they have the killing intent cultivated by the sect environment, but the killing intent that is almost like a tiger on paper will eventually need to wait until one day, with the warm blood of others, to reach the extreme.

At this time, they still have some worldly concepts of right and wrong in their hearts, after all, they have to obey the management of the sect, and they still need to learn some conventional etiquette rules.

With this concept in their hearts, they thought back to the girls they had just met, and they only felt that at their age, it seemed that they would not do anything evil that would make others want to spend money to kill them, and the sect would receive a "red list" that recorded their information?

And their physical appearance is not so attractive...... How could Uncle Fu Jian move his killing intent on them?

After pondering for a moment, several teenagers exchanged glances, and finally Xiao Sun, a young man who had always taken the lead in speaking, spoke, and asked Fu Jian calmly: "Uncle Fu Jian...... Is it because they see who we are? ”

This question was also asked by Xiao Sun when he was on the observation deck before, but he was the only one who thought so at that time, and at this time, he asked this sentence again, but he had already been recognized and supported by the other two teenagers.

"Although there are doubts," Fu Jian finally answered ......the question, "but not enough to deal with them." ”

Xiao Sun and Xiao Wu were secretly relieved.

After Xiao Ling was silent for a moment, he suddenly said, "Uncle Fu Jian, I see that the one in green clothes looks a bit like the emperor. ”

When a few people arrived at their own boat, there would be no idle eyes except for the ocean, and Xiao Ling said the question that he had been puzzled for a while in his heart.

- This guy still hasn't said anything!

- It turns out that the one who really has killing intent for those girls is Xiao Ling!

Xiao Sun and Xiao Wu on the side secretly gasped again.

Uncle Fu Jian's eyes showed a novel expression, this kind of attitude was usually reflected on his face. He also recalled his impression of that little Tsing Yi and asked casually, "You mean hair?" ”

Xiao Ling nodded, but he also had to add his opinion: "Although when the emperor arrived at the drum platform before, because of a short distance, I couldn't completely see his face, but just one glance, I found that the person in green clothes, the contours of his face, eye sockets, eyebrow bones, and nose bones were all slightly the same as the emperor's. It's just that I can't look at it more carefully, and this feeling when I look at the second glance is not as obvious as the first one. ”

When Xiao Ling thought back to what he had just seen, and while carefully finishing this description, several people present pondered, but soon heard that the young Xiao Sun was the first to speak, and said with a smile: "Xiao Ling, you won't look away, right?" ”

At this time, Xiao Wu, a young man with eyes like ice crystals, also smiled and quipped: "You just looked at that little Tsing Yi, almost staring at it, isn't it interesting to others?" Now these words are actually just to cover up? ”

"What do you want to say?" Xiao Ling's eyes were indifferent, and he swept towards Xiao Wu, "I don't have that kind of fetish." ”

When Xiao Wu heard this, he shook his head helplessly and did not speak again. Xiao Sun on the side smiled and said, "Xiao Ling, you can't see it, right?" That little Tsing Yi is just a tomboy. ”

Xiao Ling couldn't help but be stunned.

At this time, Fu Jian slapped the table, and the three teenagers immediately gathered their minds and solemnized, and heard him say: "This is called 'first impression', you all have to learn something." ”…… (To be continued......)