Open guns, dark arrows, daggers, poisons, Jing Qi has seen too much. It's not so much the ability to discern poison, it's the instinctive sense of danger. And one of the most important signs of danger is - abnormality.

The moment Jing Qi raised his glass to drink tea, he saw the resoluteness in Ah Gong's bright eyes, and the wine glass that had been raised slowly fell, and a solemn expression appeared on his cold face.

Feeling the change in the helper, Agung, who drank it all, suddenly looked up to the black wooden rafters on the roof of the shed and laughed to the sky.

Ha...... Ha ha...... Haha, amid the laughter, Agung felt the whole world shake.

After laughing a few times, Agung spurted a mouthful of blood all over the table, and several guards who carried him withdrew from the table with a hula, holding the sword in his right hand, staring at Agung who was stained with blood on his front.

Only Jing Qiduan sat opposite Agung, his face extremely calm.

He tugged at the cuff of his right hand with his left hand, stretched out his index finger steadily, and wrote with grace and calmness like a scribe holding his sleeve, his index finger lightly dipped in the blood on the table, and then put it into the cloud teacup.

The blood on his fingers fainted in the residual tea, and then boiled like a tide, and a turquoise cloud instantly turned into a pool of black blood.

"The northern realm is poisonous, and the broken knife will kill you. Jing Qi calmly carried a little softness, and continued: "The northern realm is poisonous, and there is no cure in the world. Within an instant, the organs of the whole body burst and died. Agung, I'm afraid you only have half a moment left. Say whatever you want. ”

Agung stopped laughing, overturned the square table in front of him, and the cups and plates flipped to the ground, leaving only Jing Qi sitting in front of him.

Thick blood continued to spill out of Agung's eyes, nostrils, and mouth. Through the bloodshot in front of him, Agung saw that the Lin family's shop in Nuoda was shaking violently in the blood, and the whole world was toppling, only the Seventh Master in front of him, like a boulder nailed in the wind and waves, stood tall in the sky and the earth, standing still.

"Seven, ...... master" just shouted these two words, and Agung felt that he had exhausted all his strength.

His sleeves flicked on the ground with difficulty, brushing away the wine and food scattered on the ground, as if to sweep a way to bow down between him and Jing Qi, and then he knelt down on one knee in front of Jing Qi with a thud.

"Seventh Master...... I don't have a choice, my life is yours, whether I succeed or not, I, Agung, will die with me. Agung said with a trembling gaze in his blood-colored eyes, ignoring the thick black blood flowing down his mouth. His gaze was full of awe, despair, and a glimmer of joyful relief.

"They forced me, and they forced me with Xiaoqian. I can't help it. Agung felt his heart swelling dramatically, and the next moment it seemed like it was about to explode.

After saying this, Agung felt that he had merged into the sea of blood in front of him, the warm blood wrapped all his expression, a heart-rending pain struck, he felt that his abdomen was forced out of a hole by an iron hand, and when he looked down, his clothes were still the same, but they were stained with some dark wine.

He knew that his kidney had cracked open in his body, and the intense pain had distorted his face. He felt that he no longer existed in this world, and looked up with difficulty.

"I know I don't qualify, but I still want to...... I hope the seventh master will give me a ride. ”

Looking at Ah Gong, who was no longer human, Jing Qi did not hesitate for a moment, slowly pulled out the long knife, and gently sent it forward.

Before the not-so-long special simple knife reached Agung's chest, Agung stretched out his trembling hands and greeted him respectfully, carefully and excitedly holding the straight blade, allowing the sharp edge to penetrate into the bone gap of his fingers.

Agung closed his eyes, recalling the scene of his first date with Xiaoqian.

In the depths of winter in Liangshan, Sendai, heavy snow covers the slightly raised mountains, and from the highest Taiji platform in Liangshan, you run all the way down the snow-covered mountain road. Agung held Xiaoqian's hand until the fork in the road, Agung held her hand and slowly covered his beating heart......

Burst......

With a slight sound, Agung stretched out his arms, as Xiao Qian's hand finally touched his beating heart.

"In the next life, I will report ......" Agung fell crookedly on the dark wooden bricks of the Lin family's shop, his face unusually calm.

The slightly older entourage took a step forward and said in a low voice: "Xiao Qian is a good girl from Agon, in Chunhua Building. ”

Jing Qi slapped out ten taels of silver and put it on the table. The shopkeeper nodded solemnly.

Jing Qi's figure was stunned, he exhaled a breath, glanced at the people behind him, and walked out of the Lin family's shop without a word. The black-faced and white-soled boots stepped on Argon's blood, leaving a trail of blood-colored footprints.

Six fast horses, swept through the autumn wind of Sendai City, with a solemn atmosphere, and went straight to the Spring Flower Tower.

Looking at the slightly clumsy square building from afar, I saw a person flying out of a window next to the willow tree on the second floor.

The man's body was in good shape, like a flying roc, and his wide clothes were drumming in the autumn wind, and as soon as he slid away, his body landed steadily on a handsome black horse downstairs. Only then did I see a thin girl in his arms.

Sensing the person coming from behind, the man looked back defiantly, nodded with satisfaction to Jing Qi, who was the leader, lightly clamped the horse's belly between his legs, and flew out like an arrow.

It wasn't until Jing Qi and a few people quickly swept past the Chunhua Building that the work in this low-grade brothel came down from the stairs with a frightened face, with a rough benzene guy in his hand, looking in the dust raised by the fast horse.

The black horse, which is as fast as a meteor, gallops towards the south of Sendai, picking up the wide road that no one has.

"It looks like I'm going to the outskirts of the city...... Seventh Master. The attendant, who was thin and sat on a horse like a monkey, said.

Jing Qi knew what he meant, and nodded at him on the galloping horse. One of the six horses that had been lined up in the shape of arrows abruptly departed and ghostly slipped into a fork in the alley.

The figure in front of him, although he didn't look back, had a disdainful chuckle on his face.

......

In the southern suburbs of Sendai, knee-high autumn grass dresses the world in a pale yellow. The horse stood quietly in the open yellow meadow, facing the whole autumn.

Jing Qi and the others stationed their horses a few zhang away, and a cloud of smoke and dust went west with the autumn wind.

The man let go of his right hand, and the girl on the horse's neck fell into the grass, coughed with difficulty, and stood up in panic, like a young beast that had just been released from its cage.

The long yellow grass in the distance moved a few times, and several of the entourages behind Jing Qi nodded to each other. Sure enough, behind those swaying autumn grasses, there was a black oppressive patch, and it was all a crowd of slaughter.

Hundreds of elites of the Broken Knife Society stepped forward step by step, and the handsome black horse, like a black blade, split the crowd into two halves.

Jing Qi's gaze fell on the men of those gangs, knowing that this was a battle to the death, even the last stop in Sendai City. Because he felt a will from those men, a will to kill people.

Gang fighting, nothing more than grabbing turf and fighting for business, many times just to defeat the opponent and kill and run, it does not have to be dead. But today is different, this silent barren grassland is like a cemetery.

The entourage behind Jing Qi stared nervously at the approaching enemy step by step. Some people took out a long black cloth and slowly wrapped the knife and wrist together, some stabilized the dart on their waist, and some raised the gourd on their waist and poured a few sips of strong liquor.

An uncovered bamboo sedan chair dangled out of the crowd, and the tall and thin Taoist sat on it, and the bamboo poles were wrapped with red and willow green silk threads, as if they were an embroidered boudoir bed. In addition to the four men carrying the bamboo sedan chair, there was a pink young man standing on one side, one holding a fruit bowl and the other holding a pu fan, their faces were smeared with grease and powder, so that people could not tell whether they were men or women.

This person is the second master of the Broken Knife Society, known as the Mourning Star.

Sang Dao said to the man sitting on the horse: "Well, the hero is a young man, Jing Qi is younger than I thought. ”

"Being young is not a good thing, and being young is often a synonym for stupidity. ”

"Wrong" Sang Daoren retorted angrily, then glanced at the handsome young man next to him, and smiled obscenely: "Young man, the back is a little tighter." ”

"Huh...... Ha ha...... Hahaha" The man on the horse laughed loudly, startling a flock of birds hiding in the autumn grass.

The red sunset fell in the west, and Jing Qi on the opposite side saw that the hundreds of elites of the Broken Knife Society were all shrouded in the red light of the sunset, and it was really blood-stained.