Wang itch could only stand still, not daring to trespass in the slightest. The person in front of him is no longer what he used to be, although his secret plan is not obvious, but it is difficult to ensure that this person cannot not hear the rumors, so it is better to be careful.

Li Cunqiao took all his emotions back to his heart, and suddenly asked: "Wang Itchy, in addition to Liu Qingmei and Liu Youyao, there are three people with them?" ”

Chief Manager Wang was slightly stunned, and then replied: "Qiqi Lord of the Kingdom, there are indeed three people ......" was about to continue, but was interrupted by Li Cunqiao raising his hand, "I know, I ordered to go down, there is no need to keep my hand on the people of Lonely Whistling Heights, as for Jialan Temple, keep an eye on it for the time being." ”

"Command." After Wang Qi finished speaking, he was about to get up and leave, but Li Cunqiao continued: "At this time in the city, what is the situation? ”

Only then did Manager Wang remember that he had come in a hurry just now, in addition to Huaiyou Mansion, which was thousands of miles away, and Luoyang City at the moment. raised his hand and gave himself a mouthful, and then hurriedly said: "It's Gu Yanxun, no, it's Gu Yanxun's deputy general Fifth Disease, who has already killed dozens of sword catchers, and is running in the direction of Xuanlong Dao." ”

It is said that this knife catcher is a secret job in the early years of the Tang Dynasty in order to balance the influence of bad people in the temples and rivers and lakes. Since it is a secret job, it cannot be explained, and some people are often burdened by this false name for the rest of their lives.

But this secret job is inherited from generation to generation, if the previous generation dies in the performance of the task, then the descendants can inherit and enjoy the offering, so that over time, the knife catcher has become a "dark pile" belonging to the emperor's family to solve disputes in the rivers and lakes.

Unlike the Heavenly Hell Division, the knife catcher has no real power, if he misses and is caught, he can't reveal his identity, if he violates the iron law, he will be beheaded all over the house, connecting the nine clans, stretching for three generations, so it is also a knife edge licking blood and blessings depend on each other for a living.

Bad people have risen since the early Tang Dynasty, and developed in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, although there are strict control deployments and layers of control, but it is inevitable that there will be people with bad intentions, if they offend the saints or temple magnates, then they will be cleaned up by the knife catcher.

Therefore, the two parties have accumulated grievances for many years, and they are on the same page. But the Tang Dynasty collapsed overnight, and the bad people instantly collapsed and scattered among the people. Although there are still inextricable links, after all, it is a tower of sand, only its shape, not its quality.

On the contrary, the knife catcher gradually became stronger, and with the ups and downs of all parties, it became an important bargaining chip for all parties in the troubled times of the late Tang Dynasty. After all, it is for the use of the emperor's family, and the success or failure is not up to him, but he does not have too much burden, just obey the order.

Hearing that the knife catcher who was secretly arranged was completely wiped out by the "old man", his tone couldn't help but be a little lower, "Fifth disease? Didn't he die with Gu Yanxun back then? ”

Manager Wang continued to say hurriedly: "In the previous tragedy of the 'half-section stall' in the north of the city, people from all parties died in it, and it was found out that this person did it at this time. At that time, Xu stayed abroad to respond, and did not participate directly, so he has survived to this day. ”

Li Cunmiao laughed instead of being angry, and shouted loudly: "Wang Itch obeys the order, and uses all means to capture this person quickly, and he must not be allowed to see the sun tomorrow." ”

Only then did Mr. Wang take the order and leave, and Li Cunmiao was already angry, "Nalan, you have left a back hand for what happened back then, is it counted today?" ”

Not long ago, Li Cunqing's calculations, and his plan to win the Xiaque Road in one fell swoop, have come to naught. But then he was relieved, "If they can't, it will be a big loss for them." In this way, the sleeping tiger Wolong, I'm afraid that he will have to shake his spirits and stay dormant, which is really terrifying. ”

Li Cunmiao's mind changed rapidly, but he no longer cared about the things in Xia Que Dao, and as far as his eyes could see, there was another extremely important person in the city.

Although the man did not show up, the man who was always remembered, remembered, hated, and feared was also looking at the lights of the city from the railing.

Although it is not as high as the inner sanctum, it has a unique view. Regardless of the panoramic view of the eight views of Luoyang, it can also be described as an excellent place just by taking in the whole picture of Luoyang after nightfall.

The man with long silver hair and shawl, looking at the Xiaque Dao that was swept by a sudden "storm", thinking of Mo Ye who was rushing towards the Xiaque Dao at this time, he couldn't help but feel a wisp of emotion, "Since ancient times, heroes have been sad to pass the beauty pass, even if you try your best to cover it up, what should you do?" After all, I still can't let it go. ”

There was a sound of gentle footsteps, and a somewhat old but energetic middle-aged Confucian walked in slowly, clasped his fists and said loudly: "According to the report of the spies, Mo Ye did not go to Xiaque Road, but went to the river to watch the dragon boat race. ”

The silver-white man frowned slightly, "Oh? So cautious? So where are the people at this time? It's just that there was a subtle hint of fierceness in those eyes, fleeting.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar's body was lowered by an inch, just like the awe of the people upstairs, especially in his heart. This is a kind of humility imprinted in the bones, and it is also a compromise that has to be done under absolute strength and power.

The middle-aged Confucian still lowered his head, but his lips squirmed, "Mo Ye, he seems to be aware of it, and the Xuan Snake is following, and there is nothing wrong with it." The middle-aged Confucian hesitated for a moment, but finally said this sentence.

When he finished saying these ordinary words, his tense body gradually relaxed, as if he was a little proud. It turns out that if you want to put someone to death, it can be so easy.

The silver-white man with long hair did not continue to ask, but turned over and jumped down, walking straight out of the courtyard.

The Confucian hurriedly followed, and his heart was full of suspicions. The silver-haired man walked with his hands in his hands, his clothes fluttering, and although it was summer, he did not see him tie up his long hair, but let it be scattered in the back of his head.

If it were an ordinary man, such a raunchy appearance would probably have made people feel contempt, but it was this man, like a Nine Heavens Immortal, out of the world. He is so handsome that there has always been a legend in the rivers and lakes that he disguised himself as a man.

It's just that in recent years, his killing methods have drowned out this so-called speculation by the smoke of war. He is now in the realm of heaven and man, and he has insight into everything, but why did Mo Ye act like this at this time?

"Could it be him?" The silver-white, long-haired man muttered to himself in a thin voice.

As soon as the words came out, the man's pace quickened a little, like an ordinary literati rushing to the city to join in the fun, there was not much difference. What's more, there is a well-dressed Confucian next to him, which is even more normal.

It's just that at this time, the city of Luoyang has long since lost the bustle and hustle and bustle of the early days, only the long streets and alleys full of clear showers and empty people. At this time, I thought about going to the city, which door was lively, and if I went to the Xiaque Road to look for flowers and ask the willows, it was the right time.

But at this time, the Xiaque Road was already a bleak scene, and the man was in a hurry, and it was a mystery where he went. The old man followed and thought in his heart, "The landlord himself is bound to be a big event, but the current situation, is it impossible to find that Moye?" ”

It's just that his trip out of the building is the first time after breaking through the realm and entering the customs, he doesn't have to go out at this time, the second floor is a blessed land, and it is also a cage, which is the place where he will never leave.

But at this time, he vaguely felt that after the rain, something uncontrollable would happen in Luoyang. It was the first time since the breakthrough that I felt uneasy, so intense.

It seems that someone is stirring up the chess game, and in this chaotic game of multiple people, it is not yet known who will die. But he would never allow things to happen, and he was bound to win this long-planned victory, and he had longed for it for a long time.

The Confucian followed closely behind the silver-white long-haired man, keeping an absolutely safe distance, and he could feel the extremely suppressed killing intent on the man's body, which was slowly spreading, for fear that if he took one more step, he would die on the spot.

The silver-white long-haired man's body moved with the night wind, and he hadn't made a move for a long time, and he had stepped out of this courtyard.

When he was about to reach the gate of the other courtyard, the silver-white long-haired man suddenly stopped, turned around and looked back at the middle-aged Confucian who followed him, but there was no displeasure in his eyes.

The Confucian scholar followed closely with his head down, but the footsteps in his ears stopped abruptly, and then he also stopped, but the lowered head did not raise half a minute. The silver-white man with long hair touched his chin that was as smooth as a mirror, and asked a question that had already been stated with interest, "Who is staring at Mo Ye?" ”

Where did the Confucian scholar dare to hesitate for a moment, and immediately replied respectfully: "The owner of the Qiyu Mansion is a Xuan Snake." This sentence and answer seem meaningless, but the person asking does not seem to be thinking about the answer, and the person who answers is just doing a routine.

The Confucian felt that the silver-white long-haired man had forgotten that he had just mentioned the kung fu of less than a stick of incense, why did he ask such a sentence again, and he was so caught off guard.

The silver-white long-haired man was naturally Nalan, the owner of Mingyue Building, and he was still staring at the Confucian scholar, not moving an inch, and the corners of his mouth were filled with warmth. This is what he has always done and is used to, and he always gives people a warm feeling, as gentle as when he kills.

The Confucian suddenly felt enveloped by a killing intent, but he didn't dare to raise his head, so he could only fall to his knees with a thud, and begged for mercy in a trembling voice: "Landlord, I ......"

I don't have much confidence in saying this, and I don't need to say the rest of it, but it's just a cry of hard work. Just at this time, how useful can it be?

Nalan took a step forward and slapped his hand heavily on the shoulder of Confucius, "Elder Confucius, how many years have you been in the building?" When the Confucian scholar heard this, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes were full of tears, and he muttered: "It has been more than ten years. ”

Nalan withdrew his hand, turned around and walked to the door, knocked lightly on the door, and then asked, "What do you think of Mo Ye?" ”

The Confucian scholar was struck by lightning, but he had to answer, "The landlord is right-handed." This "sincere words" from the bottom of his heart, but he is unwilling to say it from his own mouth. He hated Mo Ye very much, he had worked hard for so many years to have today's status, why could this person be as successful as he came.

The face that ignored everyone, as well as the young man he had been thinking about and nervous, all made Confucius resentful. What do you do when someone suddenly appears and takes everything you've worked so hard to get?

Is it to listen to it? Or fight back?

Confucian scholars just chose to follow their own heart's decision, although it was against the general trend, but it had to be done, and it could not be avoided. After all, people's lives are too short, so why not fight for fame and fortune in front of you? What's more, it should be its own thing.

Nalan's hand knocking lightly on the door suddenly exerted force at the moment when the words fell, instantly shaking the already old courtyard gate into sawdust. The gentleness of his eyes was still the same, but the words in his mouth became colder and colder, "Then why do you want to kill him?" ”