In a room on the top floor of the merchant ship, it seems to have been hastily cleaned up, and although it is neat, it looks cluttered.

The old man who lived here was sitting on the cupboard next to the bed at this time, reading the ancient scrolls by the dim candlelight, the light was too weak, the old man was old, and he was dragging his sick body, his eyes were about to squint into a slit at this time, it seemed to be very difficult, but his eyes were very sharp.

Of course, except for a few people with a heart, no one will know that this down-and-out old man was the prime minister of the dynasty not long ago and was in a high position.

Not long ago, the old man probably really wanted to retire, or had to retire after carrying some black pots......

Whatever the reason, he's really retired right now.

After stepping down, a large part of the staff in the palace voted for the new magnates, and the old man didn't feel anything about it in order to really stay away from the court, but a few of his subordinates were quite close to him, and they were very indignant, and whenever they talked about it, the old man smiled and didn't comment.

The word fame and fortune, even if it is him, still can't really let go. He still hopes to do something about this country, and the so-called fame and fortune are inseparable.

At some point, the commotion of the outside world reached the old man, who put down the scroll and stood up, the door already slammed open.

The person who came was a commander of the forbidden army who had received the emperor's orders to escort him back to his hometown, and he was familiar with this person.

"Lord Qin, please stay in the house, I will wait to protect your safety."

The commander of the forbidden army said seriously, and the old man nodded, "Commander Lao Bolin is over." ”

"Your Excellency is gracious." Lin Jinwu responded, he still has a lot of respect for this former Xiangguo Lord, no matter whether he is public or selfish, he doesn't want this old man to have an accident, although he is a martial artist, but he said that he is dead-headed. As the emperor's forbidden army, and even a close confidant, he knows some insiders, knows the reason why the old man in front of him has retired, and His Majesty's intentions, sooner or later, he will still have to use it.

What's more, this old man's protégés are all over the world, if something really happens, I am afraid that the situation that has finally stabilized will make waves again, and the old man's original intention of retiring will not be implemented.

He is a martial artist, but he can also tell right from wrong.

It's just that when you're in the game, sometimes there's no right or wrong at all.

Lin Jinwu walked out of the room and stood in the corridor, and when he turned his head, someone had already come in.

He didn't have many people with him on this trip, although His Majesty said that he was worried that someone would assassinate Qin Bi on the road, but he was just worried, at this juncture, no one would think that someone really risked the world's disapproval and really assassinated Qin Bi.

Lin Jinwu sighed in his heart, grabbed the hilt of the knife at his waist, and slowly walked over there.

The other party cut down the last person who stopped him, Lin Jinwu knew that that person was not their person, it should be a panicked people, it was really a disaster.

Lin Jinwu didn't dare to go too far, his men had already been dispersed by him, and he was now fighting with assassins everywhere, he already knew the origin of the other party, and knew the seriousness of this incident, he was not sure of winning. Maybe when the enemy attacked Qin Bi, he died, that is, he was loyal.

"The remnants of Jiangshanlou dare to assassinate the court officials, and you are looking for death." Cruel words are still to be said, even if they do not have any effect.

The purpose of Jiangshanlou is to vow to kill all the royal family of the new dynasty, and the monarch dares to kill it, how can he not dare to kill a courtier.

"Qin Laogou buys the country for glory, and the faint monarch hinders the bullshit ancestral training and does not pursue it, I will do the right thing for the sky."

As he spoke, the man raised the blood-stained Tang knife, lifted the front hem of his clothes, and wiped it carefully.

The distance between the two gradually shortened, and the blood-spattered copper mask was as hideous as a life-seeking demon in a secluded mansion.

Lin Jinwu drew his knife, "Look for death." ”

The sword light jumped, and the small space brightened up for a while, and between the attack and defense, blood was like rain.

On the deck, the silver mask looked much kinder, blood dripping down the tip of the knife...... Da ......

The river wind rose suddenly, and the black clothes hunted.

The bearded man with the knife glared angrily at the silver-faced man opposite, and his voice was like a heavy bell, "Hmph, I see that you have some skills, how did you become a dog in Jiangshanlou." ”

The silver-faced man didn't speak, and he glanced at the wound on his arm, the bleeding had stopped, but he saw the white bones under the open flesh skin.

"Hmph, wait for Lao Tzu to slash you, and then settle accounts with Jiangshanlou." As he spoke, the big man picked up the broadsword in his hand, like a sharp arrow shot out, breaking through the wind.

Wang Ning never thought that he would encounter such a strong opponent in advance, and even this was the killing game set up by Jiang Shanlou for him, although he had confronted this person for a long time, he could still feel the changes on the field.

The people of Jiangshanlou have been contributing early.

Dahan obviously noticed this, and presumably stayed here for a long time and used him as a whetstone.

Wang Ning sighed helplessly, and his heart was really suspected after what happened last time.

When he came back to his senses, the knife had already come closer, and the blade was sharp, as if it had broken through the space, and it was close to the door.

Wang Ning bent his knees, stepped out of the lunge, held the knife in both hands, and did not dare to relax at all, since the person killed less than half a pillar of incense, they had already walked hundreds of moves, he knew that it was a real murderous knife method, not fancy.

The whole body lifted his breath, held his breath and concentrated, the surrounding air seemed to be frozen like iron, and the sound of wind and water were all empty at this moment.

This trick is already a great move.

Where the blade goes, it is life and death.

The green silk danced, and blood was oozing under the mask?

The blood is brown.

The big man snorted violently, slashed with his knife, and heard a loud sound, the wind suddenly rose, and the fog dispersed.

Wang Ning knelt on his knees, the knife crossed in front of him, and his long flying hair returned to quiet, already messy like a beggar, and the silver mask suddenly cracked.

There was another thud, and the deck below his knees shattered, and blood spread from there.

The knife breaks, and the knife slashes into the shoulder.

The hand holding the knife, the wound, the white bones were red with blood, and the blood overflowed the wound, dripping and soaking the ground.

In an instant, red blood and black as graphite.

Half of the mask fell off, and a long bloodstain appeared on Wang Ning's face.

The sound of steel grinding again, and the blade embedded in his shoulder deflected and slashed horizontally towards his neck. In the sound of teeth, Wang Ning held a knife in his left hand, and the horizontal knife was vertical, blocking ......

Burst...... A mouthful of thick blood spurted out, and the figure flew away quickly, slamming on the guardrail, like a pile of rotten meat, paralyzed to the ground, black blood in the ears, and bloodshot eyes.

But there is no resentment, but it seems to be a relief.

"Looks like you're a disobedient dog."

The big man stood with his knife in his hand, without sympathy in his heart, but with a little more emotion.

If it weren't for the conspiracy of others, the person in front of him should not be inferior to himself, although it is not an orthodox martial arts, but he will attract blood and devour life.

The Han Dynasty walked over to Wang Ning, "Tell the person behind it, maybe it can save your life." ”

"Jiangshanlou kills people just for fun!" The voice is hoarse and harsh, unpleasant and harsh.

The big man snorted, and the broadsword thrust in front of him, "There is time to see you tortured to death." Dahan's eyes showed a bit of sincerity, "If you tell the mastermind, you will be happy." After that, he swept around disdainfully, "Now you have no chance of committing suicide!" ”

Wang Ning didn't bother to think about it anymore, she raised her eyes to look at the big man, smiled playfully, and sat up with her body propped up, "If you don't go in, that Lord Qin won't be able to live." ”

The big man's eyes suddenly condensed, his eyebrows locked the Sichuan character, and he kicked Wang Ning's body, his mask fell off, but he couldn't see his appearance.

Wang Ning curled up on the ground with her stomach covered, her eyes gradually empty. The body fluctuated violently, and in the coughing sound, the black blood wrapped in the minced flesh of the viscera kept spitting out.

Lin Jinwu was lying on the ground, covered in wounds, and the copper-faced man raised his foot and stepped on his face, directly breaking off his two front teeth, and blood and saliva flowed out of his head.

"You...... It's ...... at all Only...... It's not copper......"

The copper-masked man's deep voice came from behind the mask, "How could it be possible to kill Qin Bi and only send a few bronze killers. ”

"Not to mention, this trip has a mission to eradicate that bastard."

The bronze-masked man said to himself, as if he was in control of everything, and he became kind to the dying man.

"That guy outside is more than Silver Face, if he hadn't done it beforehand, he wouldn't have been so easy to kill him this time. Since he wants to die, of course someone has to do the killing of Qin Bi. ”

"Just right...... I love seeing that guy die......"

Lifting the knife, the knife flashed, and it actually pierced Lin Jinwu's skull, and with a heart-rending roar, Lin Jinwu's head slammed into the wooden plank.

The knife came out, and the blood gushed like a spring.

The copper-faced man habitually wiped the blood from the blade and pushed the door in.

Qin Bi was already waiting for him, or rather waiting for death. He is a man who has seen great winds and waves, and how can he be afraid of just killers.

"Lord Qin is really studious, it's all at this time, and he still has the heart to read." The bronze-faced man seemed to laugh.

Qin Bi turned to a new page and said: "The only regret of the old man is nothing more than the current situation, people are dying, and the book is not finished."

"Hey, I don't have time to wait for you to finish the book."

As the words fell, the hull of the ship shook suddenly.

The wind passed, the candle went out, and with a snort, the knife slashed.

"Traitor, dare to harm my father."

The sound was like rolling thunder, and a shadow burst in, bringing a gust of wind.

"Qin Ruiqing?" In the darkness, the copper-faced man exclaimed, "Aren't you in the Ning Wu Camp?" How is it here? ”

"Hmph, now that I know that Lao Tzu is coming, I don't want to get out of here."

"Hmph, Hugh is going to be rampant." No matter how hard the copper-faced man is, he has no confidence in his heart.

Of course, the root cause is still a few loud noises outside, which should be the new weapon of the Mizujo camp to fight the pirates.

Before he came, he didn't expect Qin Ruiqing to appear, let alone the Shuicheng Camp to appear here.

The bronze-masked man snorted indignantly and dispersed into the darkness.

When the candlelight rose again, Qin Ruiqing knelt in front of his father, "It's too late for the child." ”

Qin Bi smiled gently, motioned for his son to get up, and then asked the same question: "Why are you here?"

"Someone reported to his son a few days ago that it was about his father, and the child came in a hurry of 800 miles."

Escorting his father to the deck, the fog had lifted, looking at the stump and broken arm in front of him, dripping with blood, the old man couldn't bear it.

"Alas, it's all the old man's sin......"