Late at night, the night wind kills.

He walked through the long street, the wind blew on his chest, and the wine couldn't help but go three points.

He is not a person with a lot of flowers, but somehow, he and Han Chuang talked a lot tonight, just like two poor people who have the same disease, supporting each other, encouraging each other, and questioning each other.

They said a lot about the demons in their hearts, as well as about the Zizhu monk, but in the end, it still fell on tomorrow's game.

Until now, the monk still remembers Han Chuang's sworn tone: Since I promised you and Hu Dingshan, I will definitely succeed, you don't have to doubt this.

Monks don't like confident warriors, confident warriors are reassuring, and you can rest assured that they can be relieved to let them go, and they won't be behind the scenes.

To be honest, the things that helped Liu Qingfu today have already been done, originally he was in the city that never sleeps, and he could only be regarded as an inconspicuous passerby, but now, this passerby has begun to come to the forefront.

He heard the breathing, the breathing that lurked in the darkness, the potential to hide itself.

Tianfeng Restaurant is the largest restaurant in the city that never sleeps, in the past, it was always brightly lit, night and night, but today it only lit two faint lights, a person sat by the railing of the restaurant by the light, he held a glass of wine, and kept taking a sip.

His drinking posture is very elegant, reminiscent of the emperor, but he does not drink it quickly, and a small glass of wine will be divided into several portions.

Obviously, his mind was not on the wine, and even his eyes fell on the long street below the restaurant.

Tonight's long street is no longer noisy, it has become quiet, deep, and eerie. The wind howled from the long street, stirring the canopies of the shops and making a whirring sound.

That's all, no voices.

There was a man walking in the long street, a monk in a white monk's robe.

The person upstairs suddenly became nervous, his hands were shaking, his heart was beating violently, he had never thought that he would be so nervous, but this was the truth, and he had to face himself again.

With a click, the glass opened, and it fell to the ground in pieces, shattering.

He suddenly made a gesture of raising his hand, and then breathed heavily, as if he had been pardoned.

Cold sweat had fallen down his forehead, soaking through the precious silk garment.

In the long street, the wind is still the same, but there is a different smell, like a strange atmosphere, more like a latent murderous aura.

"Come out, don't hide. The monk said.

The cold light flashed, and the sword light flickered, like a pop that cut through the sky, and the long sword struck his body.

This sword is so fast and extremely fast that ordinary people can't dodge it, but the monk is obviously not an ordinary person, he turned sideways, the blade of the sword almost cut through his chest, and then his right hand flexed his fingers.

With a bang, the sword was immediately flicked away.

The Assassin took the force of the shock and stepped back, taking a few steps back before he could stand firm.

The monk did not pursue, smiled slightly, and said, "Is this your hospitality?"

The assassin didn't speak, and another sword stabbed at him, this sword was far less fast than the sword just now, but it was full of uncertain variables, and before the sword touched the range of the unmonk's three feet, it began to change constantly, disorderly changes.

Maybe even the swordsman himself doesn't know where the sword will fall, and how can others know?

This is an unstoppable and undodgable sword, but the monk has solved the crisis in another way. Quite simply, he neither dodged nor blocked, he stood straight in place, with a charming smile on his face.

The sword stopped, hanging half an inch from his throat, and he could even feel the cold temperature coming from the tip of the sword, like an iceberg that would not melt for thousands of years.

"Why don't you hide!" the Assassin finally spoke, and it was a woman.

Women have an innate advantage as Assassins, because they have more innate capital than men, but this is not the moment when they are not using their capital.

She was masked and dressed in tights, perhaps because of the breast-wrapping, her breasts were flat, and if it weren't for the obvious female voice, almost no one would have thought of her as a woman.

But the monk knew that she was a woman, and he had long known that from the moment she made a move, he knew that this was a woman, and it must be a beautiful woman.

Only beautiful women would be assassins, wouldn't they?

The monk smiled, and the corners of his mouth hooked a light arc.

"Will you kill me?" he said, "no, you don't have murderous energy in you. ”

As soon as the words fell, the tip of the sword approached a little closer, and the woman's unceremonious voice came: "Do you need murderous energy to kill?"

The top master can hide his murderous aura, only when the sword really pierces the opponent's throat, will the murderous aura be revealed, the woman's meaning is obvious: I am a top killer, and I may not show murderous aura when I make a move.

The monk understood the sound, but he still smiled and said, "You won't kill me, even if you want to do it, you won't kill me, because the people behind you want to see me." ”

He stared at the star-black eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled again.

After a long time, the woman put down her sword and said coldly, "You are the second person I have ever seen behave like this. ”

The monk smiled and said, "It's really an honor, but who is the first one." ”

"You know. The woman said.

Monk Bu smiled: "I know, it must be Brother Han." After a pause, he said, "He is the only one in this world who is most similar to me." ”

The woman snorted coldly and said, "You are far worse than him." ”

The monk sighed twice and said, "Far from me? I don't think so." ”

The woman didn't seem to want to dwell too much on this matter, so she directly interrupted the words of the unmonk: "Follow me." After speaking, he turned around and took two steps forward, and suddenly turned back and said, "If you don't come, you should understand the consequences, and I will never show mercy a second time." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he ignored the monk and walked forward by himself.

The monk shrugged his shoulders and went up further.

The two didn't go far, they walked directly into a restaurant, there was no light, and it was pitch black.

Monk Bu frowned and said, "Can you light the lamp?"

The woman stopped and said coldly, "There is no need for a light here." ”

The monk shrugged his shoulders and followed her up to the second floor—it was still dark, and a figure flickered in the darkness.

The woman left quietly, and only the monk and the black shadow were left on the second floor of the entire restaurant.

Neither of them seemed to have any intention of speaking, and the scene fell into an awkward silence. After a long time, the black shadow finally couldn't help but speak, "You are a monk from the Beihai Zen Temple?"

"The little monk is from the Beihai Zen Temple. "Don't be a monk and say truthfully.

The black shadow said: "Beihai Zen Monastery is far away in the north of the Western Regions, in the Frozen Country, how did you come here?"

The monk smiled, his eyes flashed, and he said, "Coming." ”

The black shadow also laughed and said, "The monk doesn't ride a horse, of course you came." After a pause, he said, "You understand that this is not what I am asking." The tone was a little gloomy.

The monk laughed loudly, as if it was about to break through the shadows condensed in front of him.

"I don't understand, you asked me how I came here, I said I came, what's wrong?"

The black shadow shook his head and said, "It's still that question, how did you get here." ”

The monk restrained his smile and said, "From the Western Regions to the Southeast Regions, it took three years to cross the sea by boat and cross the ocean. ”

"I don't know if I'm satisfied with this answer. ”

The Black Shadow laughed twice and said, "Of course I am satisfied, there is no more satisfactory answer than for me." After a moment of conversation, he said: "The monk of Beihai Zen Monastery, why did he have to travel thousands of miles across the sea to come?"

The monk smiled again and replied: "Monks naturally have monks' practice methods, some monks use chanting scriptures to practice, but I, a monk, never chant scriptures, so I can only practice by walking thousands of miles, why not?"

The Black Shadow laughed, "There's nothing wrong with that, but what you're saying isn't the truth. ”

The monk smiled and said, "Where is it untrue." ”

The black shadow said: "It's not true. After a pause, he said: "It's true that you are a monk of Beihai Zen Monastery, and it is not false that you came across the sea, but you are not for the so-called cultivation, but for the Linglong Pagoda, am I right?"

The monk burst out laughing, and suddenly his laughter stopped, and he said coldly: "Yes, I am just for the Linglong Pagoda." ”

The black shadow said sharply: "Do you know how powerful the Linglong Pagoda is!"

Monk Bu smiled: "Naturally, I know." ”

"Then you're still trying to subdue it?"

The monk did not answer and fell silent. After a while, he laughed and said, "Nie delusion, Nie delusion, you don't have to hide your head and show your tail." With a flick of his finger, two sparks shot out from between them, lighting the oil lamps around the shadow.

The light found out the emaciated figure of the black shadow, the pale withered face, who was not Nie Yuxin.

Nie Yuxin smiled and said, "How do you know it's me?"

The monk said: "In this world, there are only people who think of taking the Linglong Pagoda as their own, and you are the only one, isn't it?"

The corners of Nie Yuxin's mouth twitched slightly, and he sneered: "I'm afraid there will be another one now." ”

The monk smiled and said, "Do you think I'm here to subdue the Linglong Pagoda?"

"Isn't it?" Nie Yuxin sneered: "The monks of the Beihai Zen Monastery will set off from the Zen Monastery three years in advance, compared to the date when the Linglong Pagoda will come out of the world, I want to come and get a piece of the pie." ”

The monk burst out laughing and did not refute, but his laughter was the best rebuttal.

Nie Yuxin frowned and said, "Isn't what I said right?"

"Not only is it wrong, it's very wrong. The monk said, "Not everyone is as ambitious as you, and not everyone is as ignorant as you. ”

"Ignorance?" Nie Yuxin laughed as if he had heard a big joke, "You actually think I'm ignorant? I think you are ignorant, guarding a huge treasure mountain, but doing nothing, what is it if you are not ignorant?"

Monk Bu shook his head and said, "Okay, I don't want to argue with you about this, why did you invite me over?" ”

Nie Yuxin fell silent, as if thinking about the next words. After a long while, he said, "I want to work with you." ”

The monk shook his head and said, "We don't have anything to work with. With that, he turned around and left.

"Wait!" Nie Yu said anxiously.

The monk turned his head and said, "There is nothing to say between you and me, although the monk does not read much, he also knows the truth that the Tao is not in harmony, if you want to cooperate, you should find someone else, and——"

The monk sneered twice and said, "We don't have anything to work with, you can't bring me anything useful, and I won't help you." ”

"Really?" Nie Yuxin smiled, "I think it's better for us to sit down and have a good talk." ”

"Why?"

"With the only key to open the Linglong Pagoda, it is in my hands. ”