In the autumn of the twenty-fourth year of Jiang Guochangping, it rained in Shuning Town.

An autumn rain was nothing, but the rain in Shuning Town has always been scarce, and in autumn, it is even more rare to see a rain, but this night is different from the past.

This was a very rare rainstorm that swept through the entire northwest border of Jiang Kingdom, and the dark clouds as heavy as lead accompanied by terrifying thunder, making this small Shuning Town feel as if it was in the Heavenly Forsaken Wasteland at the southwest end.

Shuning Town is located at the northwest end of Jiang's vast territory, this is not a military place, and the southwest end of the Heavenly Abandoned Wasteland has a long distance, but Shuning Town is located in a remote area, often infested with horse bandits, a radius of hundreds of miles can be called the darkest place in Jiang country, fish and dragons are mixed, and dead people are something that happens every day.

The earthen walls of Shuning Town are extremely thick, but after all, they seem to be a little weak, and they may have undergone countless reinforcement measures over the years.

However, under the torrential downpour, the surface of the earthen city wall looked quite muddy, giving people the illusion that it would collapse at any time, but it resisted the torrential rain and thunder.

But it still makes people feel in a trance that if this rain doesn't stop, whether Shuning Town can really be safe and sound.

It's halfway through the night.

Except for the lightning and thunder in the sky, the Chaosi alley was dim and lightless.

Li Mengzhou tossed and turned on the hard clay kang.

He was covered with a thin futon, which felt a little dirty, in fact, the futon was very clean, but some dirt accumulated in a long period of bad environment, and it was difficult to clean, not to mention that the bedding had not been renewed for three years.

Li Mengzhou turned over and sat up, and carefully lit the candle, the candle light was very faint, and it was about to burn out, which obviously needed to be replaced by a new candle.

Sitting on the stool, his brows furrowed tightly, and his handsome face could be seen in the yellowish candlelight, revealing a little immaturity, and his complexion was slightly darker than that of ordinary people, but more energetic.

He turned to look at the kang and saw a stick-like object wrapped in black cloth on the inside of the pillow, which was not actually a stick, but a sword.

Of course, if the black cloth is not uncovered, no one will know that there is a sword wrapped in it, which is a secret belonging to Li Mengzhou.

He tied the sword wrapped in black cloth behind his back, hesitated for a moment, and picked up the shabby simple knife that was randomly placed behind the door.

Walking out of the room, it was pitch black outside, the living room was small, only a table and two stools were placed, and the door opposite was slightly closed, and a slight snoring sound could be faintly heard from inside.

Li Mengzhou stood in front of the door, saw that the old man on the bed in the house was sleeping soundly, and did not seem to be disturbed by the thunder outside, he directly picked up an oil-paper umbrella, held the Pu knife in his right hand, and cautiously slipped out of the small courtyard and came to Chaosi Lane.

The rainstorm seems to be a little smaller than during the day, and the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella is like an alarm bell, and you can vaguely hear dogs barking all over Shuning Town.

Li Mengzhou pulled up his long black collar to cover his face, leaving only a pair of eyes as dazzling as stars, he was dressed in pitch black, his coat had a few patches, and his underwear was slim, tightly wrapping his body.

The black boots stamped on the ground, splashing some rain, but the sound was completely negligible under the baptism of the rain.

The young man walked out of Chaosi Lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and walked slowly, the shabby Pu knife in his right hand was loosened and tightened by him, tight and loose, all showing the tension in his heart.

His goal is outside the town of Shuning, and his purpose is to kill a person.

A man who could not have been killed.

It was a cultivator who could only know a thing or two by hearsay.

He doesn't have any hatred for the other party, it's just his mission.

He had killed many people, even though he was only seventeen years old now, but almost everyone in the radius of Shuning Town had heard of the name 'Fusheng'.

Fusheng is a killer, a very mysterious killer, as long as he gives two pieces of silver, Fusheng will come forward, but Fusheng will not kill ordinary people.

The lowest standard has to be the level of a third-grade martial artist on the rivers and lakes, and even a nine-rank martial artist he has killed, and it is rumored that Fusheng has killed a strong person at the level of a tenth-grade martial arts master.

In the secular killer world, at least in the northwest of this Jiang country, all those who talk about the floating are discolored.

Jianghu Wufu and cultivators naturally can't be compared, that is, a person in the sky and one in the ground, and the person who hired him didn't have the confidence to be able to make a move, but unexpectedly, Fusheng accepted this task.

A task that seemed impossible to accomplish, even if Fusheng was a top killer who was once rumored to have killed a martial arts grandmaster powerhouse.

But rumors are just rumors, after all.

In the secular world, martial arts grandmaster-level figures are the only existence that can be compared with cultivators, but martial arts grandmasters are already the pinnacle of martial arts in the rivers and lakes, and cultivators are also divided into high and low.

......

Ten miles outside the town of Shuning, there is a dilapidated Taoist temple, the moss is clearly visible, and the fallen leaves are wet by the torrential rain, and no amount of wind can blow them up.

There is a figure sitting on the futon in the Taoist temple, dressed in coarse linen clothes, gray hair, and a slightly fair face full of some wrinkles.

He looked at the thin figure outside the Taoist temple, holding an oil-paper umbrella that was about to overturn at any time, and looked a little pitiful.

He was very puzzled by the appearance of this young man, and quietly watched the young man come step by step, stopped in front of the Taoist temple, gently closed the oil-paper umbrella, placed it on the door frame, and then looked up at him.

Only a pair of eyes were exposed, and there was no doubt that those eyes were beautiful, but the slightly narrowed appearance inevitably caused some fierce light to condense.

Li Mengzhou was looking at the old man in the Taoist temple, he walked into the Taoist temple and asked casually, "How long will it rain this time?"

“......”

The old man in the Taoist temple ignored Li Mengzhou and just glanced at him.

Li Mengzhou seemed to be waiting for an answer, and seeing that the old man hadn't spoken for a long time, his lips moved slightly: "It's boring." ”

The old man raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he felt that there was something wrong with the young man in front of him.

Li Mengzhou felt bored because the old man ignored him, and also because he felt bored after seeing the old man.

This seemed to be different from the cultivator he had in mind, and he would inevitably feel a little disappointed.

"Do you know Cui Debt in Shuning Town?"

Li Mengzhou decided to get straight to the point.

He looked at the strange color that appeared in the old man's eyes, and said softly: "Cui Debt is a blacksmith in Shuning Town, he makes a living by striking iron, he is very honest, and the weapons he forges are very tough, so he has a certain reputation within a radius of hundreds of miles.

The Pu knife in my hand was also made by him, and he thought I didn't have much money, so he helped me fight a Pu knife for free. ”

Li Mengzhou looked at the dilapidated simple knife that had been in place for two and a half years, no matter how tough it was, if it was used too much, there would always be some small problems.

Although chopping meat is no longer possible, mowing grass is still very effective, and as long as it is still useful, then it is a good thing.

"He had a bedridden mother, and because the nearby horse bandits needed the help of the famous blacksmith Cui Debt to forge weapons, so they threatened his mother's life, which was a very bad thing.

But Cui Debt was lucky to meet a self-proclaimed cultivator, and this practitioner also promised to help him rescue his mother, Cui Debt was willing to give everything he had, and he did so. ”

Li Mengzhou looked at the old man's changing eyes, and continued: "That cultivator took all of Cui Debt, this story should be very beautiful, successfully rescued his mother, maybe that cultivator can also kill all the horse bandits in the fish and meat township by the way."

But unexpectedly, the cultivator not only failed to deal with those horse bandits, but also killed Cui Debt's mother in turn. The reason is that he got more benefits from the horse bandits. ”

Li Mengzhou held a dilapidated Pu knife and lit it on the hard ground of the Taoist temple, and the crisp sound combined with the wind and rain outside the Taoist temple seemed to be very beautiful.

"What a cruel thing is this cultivator who took everything from Cui Debt, but broke his promise and deprived Cui Debt of his only remaining old mother? What is even more odious is that the cultivator in turn promised the horse bandits to tie up Cui Debt and give them free of charge as coolies.

However, the heavy rain for several days made this cultivator have to suspend his actions, maybe because of the weather, but more often it should be the cultivator's self-esteem, and he didn't think there would be anything wrong with this matter.

But coincidentally, Cui Debt's popularity is good, and someone gave him a message and let him know all this in advance.

An honest man is deceived and loses all of his life, and is bent on falling into madness. So he was ready to take revenge, he had already lost his family, and naturally he had no money to buy the murderer, but fortunately, he met a well-meaning killer and did not charge a fee.

So, here I am. ”

The old man in the Taoist temple looked at Li Mengzhou talking eloquently, and listened to the sound of wind and rain outside the temple, he felt more and more that this young man was sick in the brain, and he might be very sick.

Of course, he understood what Li Mengzhou said all this for, and it was precisely because he understood that he felt that this young man's illness was a terminal illness.

He didn't have a reason not to admit it, even if he knew that Li Mengzhou was here to kill him, he wouldn't feel afraid, he would only feel ridiculous.

"You're a cultivator?"

"It's not. ”

"You're a martial arts master?"

"Probably not. ”

The old man's eyes were cold, a thing that was nothing, what kind of self-confidence did he have to dare to stand here?

"The so-called fairy words are unscrupulous, those who don't know are not guilty, kneel down and kowtow a few times, leave obediently, and you can pick up a small life. You're still young, there's no need to be in such a hurry to die, it's not worth it. ”

Li Mengzhou frowned slightly, and said: "Jiang Guo's law stipulates that cultivators cannot kill ordinary people, maybe you are not a real cultivator, but you have finally stepped into the path of cultivation."

I thought that a cultivator should be a free-flowing figure like a fairy, but I also know that a cultivator is also a human being, and if you are a human being, you have seven emotions and six desires, and naturally there are good and evil.

I never thought of myself as a good person, but I didn't expect that the first cultivator I met in eight years would be this kind of scum, which undoubtedly broke my beautiful illusions. ”

The old man took out a piece of bread from his arms, which was already a little dry, he tore it off without care, and said lightly: "This is the northwest border stopper, and the laws of Jiang Guo are useless here, if this is your reliance, then it is a pity that you are a little too naïve."

Since I can kill that old mother of Cui Debt, of course I can also kill you, in this poor Shuning Town, I am the sky, and no one has the ability and strength to sanction me. ”

ps: The new book is coming!The new journey is about to begin, and the contract has been signed, so you can rest assured that you can collect it, support it a lot, and sell it cute~