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The ferry port has gradually become larger, and gradually comes into view. Li Ping got up, stood on the side of the boat, and looked at both sides.

The boatman gently paddled and moved closer to the shore, and the boat going down the river suddenly slowed down. Among the pilgrims at the bow of the boat, a thin young scholar happened to get up. The boat stalled, and the scholar was unstable and leaned forward. In a hurry, the scholar's right hand holding a folding fan held on the shoulder of a round figure in front of him, and he leaned back. But he never thought that the boat would move forward, and the scholar would fall to the stern instead.

Li Bai turned his back to the cabin, and the old monk sat in the stern with his eyes closed, ignorant of the outside world.

The boat was not big, and the scholar would inevitably fall into the open space left behind by Li Ping's up. The round man at the bow of the boat subconsciously wanted to stand up and reach out to help. Everything is in between the lights and flints. The scholar who fell backwards barely turned around, but it was difficult to escape and fall.

Suddenly, elbows and armpits are born.

The scholar who fell in mid-air had his arms flared wildly, and the tip of a sword silently popped out from the tip of the folding fan in his hand. As the scholar fell to the clearing, the tip of the sword slashed straight at the throat of the old monk at the stern of the boat with a touch of fierceness, swiftly and silently. At the same time, the round figure who had already stood up in the bow of the ship suddenly had two more axes in his hands, and he shrugged his shoulders, and the round figure, completely relying on the strength of the shrugging shoulders, slid from the right side of the scholar to the stern like a bird.

In the other corner of the bow, since boarding the ship, the old man who has been squatting on the bow of the boat, intentionally or unintentionally, the bamboo flat in his hand suddenly sent forward. On the left side of the scholar, stab at the old monk.

The boat will dock and most of the passengers will have their minds on the other side. Scholars, outsiders, and dealers chose to launch an assassination at this time, which can be said to be the end of the day.

The river is rolling south.

The old monk sat at the stern of the boat with his eyes closed, motionless, as if he did not know that the ship was about to land, let alone the short sword that stabbed him in the throat.

The scholar looked at the old monk sitting with his eyes closed, and a hint of surprise flashed in his heart.

The tip of the sword was still a palm's width away from the old monk's throat, and the scholar who was leaning in mid-air seemed to have felt the barrier of the tip of the sword cutting through the old monk's dry throat, not only remembering the wooden stake that the tip of the sword had cut when he had just learned the sword.

"The two hundred and eighty-second." The scholar meditated in his heart.

The next moment, I saw that the old monk suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes swept away the original dimness, becoming as bright as the stars, and the original old color was gone.

Then, the scholar felt a sharp pain under his ribs, and a pure and broad true qi destroyed the withering and decaying, broke through the true qi of the protective body, and pulsed towards his heart, and the whole person flew directly towards Jiang Xin. The scholar who was kicked in the air saw that the tip of the sword was getting farther and farther away from the old monk's throat. Feeling the explosion of that true qi after reaching the heart, my heart hurt, my eyes darkened, and I didn't know anything.

Outside the fat man who pounced on the stern of the boat, he saw the process in earnest. At the moment when the tip of the sword could be cut into his throat, the old monk who was originally sitting cross-legged at the stern of the boat, and the moment he opened his eyes, under the monk's robe, his big feet in tattered straw shoes kicked forward quickly. From the direction of the outside of the staff, it was completely the scholar who sent himself to the feet of the old monk.

I didn't expect the thin old monk to be able to send out such a strong kick and such a fierce momentum. Seeing that the scholar had died before he fell into the river, the staff did not stop moving, and still slid lightly towards the old monk. Originally, with the double axe that ran to the top of the old monk's head with determination, one still slashed to the top of the head, and the other slashed at the old monk's right leg. The originally silent sneak attack suddenly turned into a murderous and awe-inspiring assassination, and the qi machine had tightly locked the old monk who was still sitting in the stern.

The old man in the hand of the dealer came first, and the moment the scholar flew out of the cabin, the flat pole burst open, and the bamboo pieces flew towards the old monk's face with a strong killing intention. In the cracked bamboo, there was a big iron gun.

Old man, outsider.

Bamboo chips, iron guns, axes.

Two people, three fierce attacks. Although the attack of the scholar was ruthless, it was even more difficult to resist by taking advantage of the fact that after the old monk kicked out the scholar, he attacked the old monk in the gap before he could recover his breath. The old monk seemed to raise his right hand slowly and quickly drew a circle in the air, and the sleeves of the wide monk's robe were unfolded, and before the arrival of the iron spear and axe, the oncoming bamboo pieces were all in the sleeves. At the same time, he retracted his kicking body and shifted directly to the right, avoiding the axe outside the fat man and facing the old man's iron spear directly.

"Duh." The old monk pinched a seal in his left hand, and at the moment when the iron spear was close to his chest, he clearly grasped the trajectory of the iron spear, hit the head of the spear sideways, and finally swung the iron spear away.

One blow is reactive. The old man and the staff looked at the old monk who was kneeling cross-legged at the stern of the boat, and confronted each other quietly.

These few rabbits fell and fell, and when Li Ping turned around, the three of them had already finished fighting.

The round figure smiled slightly, took out a small golden figure the size of a thumb from his arms, and threw it on the board in front of the old monk. The little golden figure was carved into the appearance of an old monk, the monk's clothes and straw shoes, and the sad color on the old monk's body was vividly expressed.

"Waiting for Jintang?"

Looking at the little golden man on the ground, the old monk's expression, which had been unwavering, finally revealed a trace of emotion and slowly stood up.

Waiting for Jintang, the most mysterious and terrifying killer organization in the martial arts.

The name of the Golden Hall comes from their unique way of receiving money. Unlike ordinary killer organizations, there is no price list for Waitingjintang. They follow two rules of conduct: "Counting the pound of money" and "every inch of time and every inch of gold". The former means that the employer is required to pay the same weight of gold as the weight of the target of the assassination. The latter refers to the three days after receiving the gold, waiting for the Golden Hall to complete the assassination mission within the time limit of the number of catties of gold collected.

Shen Qianjin, the leader of the Four Seas Gang at the peak of his life, was a big fat man of more than 300 catties. His enemy was suppressed by him for too long, and he really scraped together three hundred and eighty-four catties of gold, and he found Waiting Jintang for his relationship, and negotiated the deal with Waiting Jintang. and released a word, kill Shen Qianjin within 384 days. At that time, the Four Seas Gang was at its peak, and Shen Qianjin himself was a master of the Ten Realms, and his subordinates were even more masters. The most important thing is that although this Shen Qianjin is like a pig, she is indeed cunning like a fox in her heart. After hearing the rumors, he set sail with many masters. Who would have thought that in a hundred days, the Four Seas Gang fleet would be returned from the sea. It turned out that Shen Qianjin, who was under the master's sanitation, was assassinated and above the vast sea. A thumb-sized, the same little golden figure as Shen Qianjin, was left at the scene. The killer is nowhere to be found.

No one knows who the boss behind Waiting for Jintang is, only that anyone who waits for Jintang to take the list will be named in the book of life and death. Waiting for Jintang's assassination has never missed, with only one exception, that is, Wang Li. At that time, the destruction of the twelve serial docks was imminent, and the Jintang was hired to assassinate Wang Li, and before the Jintang was assassinated, the twelve serial docks were all destroyed by Wang Li. Afterwards, Wang Li negotiated with other Jintang, and the content of the negotiation has always been a major secret of martial arts. It's just that after the negotiation, Jin Tang did not discharge the killer to assassinate Wang Li.

No one can remember how many martial arts masters died under the assassination of Waiting for Jintang.

At this moment, one of the symbols of the Golden Hall, the little golden man appeared on the Han River. There was a sudden slaughter in the cabin.

"The master of the gods, the eyes of the law are like torches. It is waiting for the Golden Hall. The round man squinted, bowed to the old monk, pointed to the old farmer who stood up at the bow of the boat, and said with a smile: "Of course, only the two of us are." That's what we hired. ”

"You ......" The master of the Shenhui said at the beginning, and suddenly his face changed, and the old man of the dealer pounced.

The chubby officer flipped over with his double axe and turned sideways towards the old monk. The old man's big gun was transported, blocking the old monk from the gun. The old monk walked masculine with one fist, and the palm of the other hand fluttered, attacking the two.

"Master, do you finally feel it? My two brothers are not good at martial arts, but only good at using poisonous ears. I will do it with you, just to help you get rid of the poison. The subordinates outside the staff grabbed the old monk and slapped him, and explained with a smile.

"To help the poor monk with medicine, two donors don't seem to be enough." The old monk responded lightly, but there was no slowdown under his hands.

"What if you add us."

At the bow of the ship stood three tall men one after another, dressed as coolies.

The surrounding passengers realized that the killer was among them, and they flashed to the side again in horror.

On top of the boat, one against five.

Seeing that Lumen Mountain was in the distance, above the vast Han River, with a highly poisonous body and no reinforcements, the old monk of the Shenhui met the assassination of the five killers of Jintang.