The slave was trained, and in a blink of an eye, he reached the age of more than twenty years old, and the slave became a real three-master.

Of course, the slave has never disappointed the big boss and the second master, and many things in this gang are basically half on the shoulders of the third master.

In the past few years, the eldest and second masters have only relied on sending their children to the Shufeng Pavilion to live in exchange for some money.

But gradually, there was a business opportunity for the slaves.

- This went to the Pivotal Wind Pavilion to sell people for money, those children were initially cultivated in the gang, and they still have a certain affection for the gang.

So even when they were in the Pivot Pavilion, they would always come back to meet the slaves in the gang.

Fortunately, the slave has a good character, and he has become brothers with these people, and in the blink of an eye, although the spies in the Shufeng Pavilion have been arranged to various parts and have their own division of labor, but because they are the big masters and the second masters of the cultivation back then, they are willing to come back when they are fine.

In the beginning, the Pivot Pavilion still didn't care about these little things.

After all, everyone just talks and laughs, asks Qingtian about wine, and always says some homely and considerate words, after all, these spies are also people, and the people they deal with are also people, and the bosses are still people, and there will always be some complaints.

But these can't escape the eyes of those who have a heart.

Among these spies who resemble each other, there is a person with a heart, who is not visible, but only a pair of eyes can stare at people's hearts.

This person is not a professional spy, this person is a slave.

While talking and laughing, the slave kept countless things in his mind, and since then he has lived a life selling information for a living.

Coming and going, there are people outside who need to buy information, and there are places to sell information and places to receive information.

Some small tasks that are not important can collapse in an instant.

After a long time, the fifteen Tianzi juniors under Feng Dao began to investigate everywhere.

And at that time, the gang also had a certain status because of the cleverness of the slaves.

This is why there are three famous people: the big boss, the second master and the third master.

The fifteen Tianzi generations each dealt with the disciples under their own hands, but it was difficult to parry the flexibility of the slaves.

The slave can always get a big thing in his hands through simple words.

Such a slave is a spy who can calculate spies, until he caught Feng Dao's attention, things were still going well, and several Tianzi juniors were unwilling, and it was also difficult to stop the face of the big boss.

But some people are not happy at this time.

This person's name is Feng Ji, and he is not a genius, if he wants to count reluctantly, he can only be regarded as half.

Because once he was anxious to make a meritorious service in front of his father, he was completely annoyed with the slave.

This mission involves his status as a young pavilion master, he usually just composes music to make Xiao, he seems to be a plain character, but he is always a quick temper, and he told Feng Dao everything that the slave has done for so many years.

When Feng Dao heard this, he only felt that someone had inserted a thorn in his back, and his eyes were glaring, and the matter of this Shufeng Pavilion's friendship with the big boss for so many years broke down.

Instead, they turned against each other.

It all started with the big boss leisurely going out to fight cocks.

When the slave turned around, he received a priceless letter crow.

This letter crow slave knew that it was the blood crow he had raised before, and he gave it to a good brother of his in the Pivot Wind Pavilion, not only did he have any worries about his life, but his brother would never use this good blood crow to send a message.

The slave has also practiced the skills of the martial arts over the years, and he didn't have to open the small text message pillar on the blood crow's legs, but instead held the head and body of the blood crow with both hands, and tore it apart violently, which was raised by the slave for many years, and it became a useless pool of blood.

The slave removed the letter from the blood crow's stomach and spread out the paper, which was as thin as silk, only to see a few words written on it.

After reading it, the slave was pale.

"New mission, go all out to kill Zhong Quanshan."

The palm of the slave trembled a little, others didn't know, the slave still knew after all, Zhong Quanshan was the name of the big boss.

Thinking about the life of licking blood from the knife edge over the years, Yu Nu couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine, the Hub Wind Pavilion has always given tasks to different people, and the big boss Zhong Quanshan has always looked like an Ansheng, if there is anything that offends the Pivot Wind Pavilion, it must be the livelihood that the Slave did annoyed Feng Dao.

In this way, the person who wants to be killed here is Zhong Quanshan, I don't know which side, someone will be ordered to kill him in a place he doesn't know.

When the slave shook his head, his eyes were fierce, and he couldn't die.

The letter in his hand was clenched, but the slave's heart seemed empty.

Over the years, he has also seen that killing people is like hemp and life is like mustard, this is a common thing, and there are few people who can't be killed by Shufeng Pavilion.

After all, after several dynasties and generations, the imperial court has changed blood, and in terms of personnel arrangement, there is no Feng Dao's eyeliner, and in the folk region, there are few places that the Pivotal Wind Pavilion cannot reach, so Feng Dao is becoming more and more prosperous, and he is more prominent in the imperial court, and he has risen all the way.

This Feng Dao has already become a person in the court who covers the sky with one hand.

However, although the forces in the gang are no longer small in the rivers and lakes, if they really want to compete with the Pivotal Wind Pavilion, it is really tantamount to using the mantis arm as a car.

The first reaction of the slave was to discuss with the second master, just now the big boss had gone out to fight cocks, with the foot strength of the big boss, I am afraid that this son will not be able to catch up.

Only the second master can be careful to observe, so that people can see clearly.

Walking quickly towards the room of the second master, the slave was a little panicked, this was the most panicked in addition to the disaster in the village when he was young.

"Second brother." The slave turned to the backyard and looked panicked when he looked at the second master.

"What's wrong?" The second boss was standing in front of the slave and kicking a newly bought horse.

"You...... What are you doing? The slave asked, a little panicked.

The second master rubbed the bleeding forehead, "This horse is too strong, he wanted to kill me just now, as his master, how can I tolerate him?" (To be continued.) )

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