Agon, who has just entered the rivers and lakes, has also experienced several turmoil, broken other people's hands and feet, and mentioned the head of the enemy, he thought that he no longer knew what it meant to be afraid, but feeling the tip of the knife like ice behind him, Agung's heart shrank suddenly.

That cold is not a simple killing, but an indifferent destruction, not caring about life and death, only about success or failure. Agung knew that as long as he had the slightest disobedience at this moment, the chill would easily penetrate his heart like a red-hot iron bar.

He forced himself to compose himself, and understood that today's danger was a calamity that he had never encountered before.

Bang - Bang ——, After two heartbeats, fear turned into a pool of cold water from head to toe and landed on the stone street.

Agung didn't turn around, calmly with pride, and said, "Friends on that road, if there is anything, just say it, don't be so embarrassed." ”

There was a disdainful chuckle behind him, and the chill was like the beak of a falcon, and he pecked lightly in the back of the heart of Agung. Argonne knew what this meant, and turned around with his hands vertically like a puppet.

A young man as old as himself, holding a thin sword in his hand, a cold sinister smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth in the dim moonlight.

It was the young coachman when Duan Anguo first arrived in Sendai.

"There are too many things to do, and there are too many people to kill, so please trouble my brother, help me kill one. ”

"Who"

"Jing Qi"

After a long silence, the young man kept a proud smile, with a hint of sarcasm like a spectator, giving Agung enough time to digest the conversation between the two just now.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through Agung's heart like thunder and lightning.

Ah Gong only noticed at this time that the thin sword, the tip of the sword was not against the back of his heart, the chill was just his own feeling, the thin sword like a poisonous snake was quietly pinched in the young man's hand, separated by a distance of more than a zhang, the tip of the sword was like nothing in his heart.

Practitioners!

Agung was shocked in his heart, and the momentum he had just raised suddenly became a little shorter. The calm mind stirred again.

The coachman seemed pleased with Argon's reaction, and a proud smile bloomed from the corners of his mouth.

"Well, this favor is not a help. The young coachman tilted his head slightly and glanced obliquely at the moonlit Chunhua Building not far away. His gaze was like a flying long knife, blood-colored, slashing horizontally at the brotch.

As the long knife in the coachman's eyes fell, the brilliance in Agung's eyes instantly dissipated, the whole person dimmed, and his originally erect shoulders also collapsed.

The young man holding the thin sword in the moonlight, his face was still quite handsome, but with a deep indifference, like a puppet, he knew that Agung had made a choice between a woman and a helper.

"Death is nothing, what is more difficult than death is choice, but if you choose more times, you will become numb. As long as you live, others are nothing. ”

As if to enlighten Agung, the coachman casually threw over a wooden box and landed exactly in Agung's hand.

"Put this in his tea, and before noon tomorrow, if there is no news of the dead, I will make another choice for you. ”

Agung only felt that it was dark in front of him, a black shadow swept over the willow tree behind the Chunhua Building, the moonlight was quickly covered by the shadow, and the indifferent young man in front of him who was full of evil charm had disappeared.

Like a walking log, Agung made the sound of clattering footsteps on the stone streets.

The wall of the courtyard began to flash and sturdy figures, which were the figures of the young men of the Nine Daomen practicing boxing in the morning light.

A few and a half children, with a reverent mood, sprinkled in the large courtyard. It is their honor to be able to do things for the Nine Knife Gate, and a few street children will go to this yard when they have nothing to do, hoping that they will be lucky enough to see the demeanor of the Seventh Master that day.

"Helper, there is a gambling fight in the river beach sand market today. "The momentum of Gao Tianyi is like a mountain, but at this time, he is like a cautious master, reporting to Jing Qi about the day's arrangements.

Jing Qi nodded, Xiao Si brought a black horse, Jing Qi sat on the horse, through the round moon gate, vaguely saw the children in the outer courtyard in the morning light, laughing and sweeping.

"Reward them. ”

Jing Qi had a sunny smile on his face, recalling the few happy times in his more than ten years of career.

An attendant took the copper thrown by the seventh master.

Gao Tianyi immediately took out a few from his waist and threw them to the young man's entourage.

The entourage ran to the front yard with a cheerful face and made a loud whistle, "Little cubs, the seventh master has a reward!"

The loud and high whistle, through the rising sun, a few horses generally blew out of the moon gate, crossed the front yard, and disappeared into the long street of Sendai, everyone on horseback was happy, doing things under Jing Qi, these young men rolling in the sword, each of them was bright and happy.

Only Agung on the horse at the back of the horse frowned, and his face was cloudy.

According to the usual practice, a few people stopped at the Lin family's shop not far from Jiudaomen, and wanted to have breakfast here before rushing to the place where they should go.

"Seventh Master, old rules?"

"The old rules. ”

The shopkeeper of the Lin family hung up the birdcage, covered the rising sun with a blue cloth, and personally came to greet Jing Qi and his group.

The neighbors on the street all knew that the Nine Blades Gate was different from the previous gangs. Daily mediation of disputes, occasional accidents, and even a helper.

In the spring, there was a fire in Huifeng Hall, and if it weren't for the rescue of the disciples of the Nine Daomen Sect, the restaurant that was more than 300 years old would have been destroyed long ago;

These portals covered by the Nine Swords Gate are very willing to pay this fee, and at the beginning of the month, without waiting for the disciples in the gang to come and collect it, they have already sent Xiao Si from the store to hand it over to the door. In this chaotic season, some merchants and county governments did not pay taxes, but they scraped together silver and paid a one-time fee for three years, praying for the long-term care of Jiudaomen.

The Nine Blades Gate has completely changed the Sendai people's understanding of the Jianghu Gang, and it turns out that the gang can play such a huge role in places that the government forces cannot take care of.

Ten catties of cooked beef, three jars of old wine, and a pot of high-quality cloud tea filled the square table in an instant.

The wine belongs to the brothers, and the tea is Jing Qi's, and Jing Qi doesn't like to drink, especially in the morning.

The more you drink, the drier it becomes, and it is easy to make people enthusiastic, and impulsiveness can easily paralyze people's judgment and lose their original calmness.

Jing Qi also has a habit of eating and buying things, and likes to pay the bill first. What he likes is always clear and specific. What, how much, pay the bill, eat well, leave.

The diligent Xiao Er made tea, poured wine, arranged the beef, and turned to leave. Jing Qi got up and went to the counter and paid the bill in person.

The moment Jing Qi got up, Agon's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

He could hear his own heartbeat, and even his fellow skeptical could hear it, but he watched them drink and eat meat happily from side to side, and he forced down his trembling right hand.

Agung glanced at the departing figure, black suit, covered with a cloak, impartial bun, a few unruly strands of black hair scattered on the cheeks, a calm and calm bearing, like a strange mountain peak abruptly in the restaurant, overshadowing the surrounding diners, Xiao Si, and the entire restaurant.

Agung withdrew his gaze, and there was only determination left in his eyes.

He pretended to pour wine, and with a movement of his arm, a jar of old wine on the table fell to his feet with a clatter.

The eyes of several teenagers instantly focused on the fallen wine jar, and Agung looked apologetic, and between the electric lights and flints that leaned over to check, his right hand brushed silently from the tea bowl that Jing Qi had brewed.

The entourage, who was the most powerful in fist and foot kung fu, copied his wide palm under the table at the moment when the wine jar was broken, and his palm was already a pool of wine springs, and he threw his backhand back and fell into his mouth.

"It's hairy, it's a bit of a river and lake. He said displeasedly,

"Stuffy gourd, wild road. The gang leader doesn't know how to choose you. Another thin-shouldered young man, who had never been very compatible with Argon, said sarcastically.

"Forget it, forget it, take another jar, and the account will be on me. Opposite Argon, an older attendant said.

When the wine was served again, Jing Qi had already sat down, and the porcelain bowl in front of Agung was almost overflowing, and he hadn't drunk much wine, but a slight red rose on his face.

"Seventh Master!" Agung said suddenly: "Being able to follow you is the greatest creation of my Agung in this life. I can't repay it, this bowl of wine, I respect you!"

Jing Qi smiled calmly and picked up the tea cup on the table.