He only felt dizzy, his eyes were full of stars, and his chest was extremely stuffy and uncomfortable. He pointed at Ji Ning, but couldn't say a word.

Now he also understands that in fact, if he hadn't run the cultivation for internal breath by himself, he wouldn't have been hit at all.

Ji Ning lifted the narrow knife on the ground, walked up to him, looked at the increasingly weak Qi Ji and asked, "Do you want to live and continue your leisurely life?" Or do you beg me to put your narrow knife into your heart? To be honest, I'm young and I'm bleeding, so I really don't want to do that."

As he spoke, he picked up the cotton cloth and carefully wiped the blood from the surface of the knife. He was uncomfortable and sat down on the ground. He said slowly, "What do you want me to do... Do? ”

Ji Ning carefully wiped the narrow knife, I am the knife for the fish and meat, he can naturally be condescending. He sat down at the table and asked, "What is your purpose today?" ”

Ji Ji said hideously: "Of course it's to kill you!" ”

"Who am I?"

After hesitating for a moment, he still said, "Hmph! I only got the assignment ten days ago and said someone would show up here and leave no one alive."

Zhai Ning asked suspiciously, "So you don't know who I am?" ”

"Taking people's money to eliminate disasters for others can't manage so much"

Apparently unconvinced, he then asked, "How did you take on the mission?" As far as I know, you Jinlingwei are a two-person group, and the three of you protect each other, and there is no way that there will be people who act privately."

"So he's dead!" Qi Ji stared at Jian Ning, bloodthirsty and cruel

"So you don't know who posted the mission? You know, a captive is worse than a dead man if he doesn't provide valuable information. After all, the dead are the least threatening"

Qi Ji pointed to Xiang Xiaomo who fell to the ground and said, "He must know the publisher of the task"

Ji Ning shook his head, "Are you kidding me?" Identifying a dead person? He pointed a narrow knife at the mouth of the heart and said, "I'll give you another chance, the three people outside, what kind of organization?" ”

Ji Ji smirked: "Dead man! He clenched his teeth.

He was quick and slapped the back of his knife on the chin, but it was too late. Regardless of the poison, he simply crushed the poison hidden in his teeth. In a matter of moments, dirty blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. He pointed at Ji Ning with a sneer: "Poof... You'll never know... What the hell are you dying for? He fell to the ground with a terrible blow, and his arm drooped.

He probed his snort with his finger and found that he had died.

He looked back at Xiang Xiaomo and said with some complexity: "I can be regarded as saving your life, right?" He sat down, leaned against the hideous-looking Miji, and gently closed his eyes for him with his little hand. He turned back to the corpse of Qiji and said: "My father and mother left early, and some things have not been taught to me, but the blind old man Wang at the entrance of the village told me that no matter how many sins there are in life, if you die, it will be a hundred, I close my eyes for you, and I hope you will be a good person in your next life."

Ji Ning sat down and looked carefully at the narrow knife in his hand, he was waiting for someone to arrive.

Sure enough, not long after, there was the sound of footsteps in the courtyard, and Ji Ning watched a black shadow walk into the house step by step under the reflection of the moonlight.

Ji Ning smiled and said, "I guess it's you, it's really disappointing."

Mr. Chang'an shook the folding fan lightly and said with a smile: "Can you still trust others?" Let's get out of here... The men and horses of the Killing City Division are already on their way."

Ji Ning put away the narrow knife, he was already delicate, but the long blade on his back also looked good. He pointed to Xiang Xiaomo, who fell to the ground, and asked, "What about her?" You don't care? ”

Mr. Chang'an shook his head and said, "I can't do it, you'll know when you get to Yunzhou Mansion."

Ji Ning looked at Mr. Chang'an silently, then looked back at Xiang Xiaomo, and said for a long time: "Get out of here first"

The two of them walked out of the post station, and saw in the distance that there were torches galloping towards this place in a line. Ji Ning pursed his lips and said, "The people of the Killing City Division really have a keen sense of smell. It is worthy of being an organization that has suppressed Jinlingwei for more than 100 years and has not dared to make trouble."

Mr. Chang'an said with a smile: "You don't understand this, the Killing City Division is the personal guard of the Dragon Emperor, and the minimum cultivation is a small grandmaster." What do they ask for? Fame and fortune? Of course not, what they asked for was the secret book in the Linlang Pavilion. In other words, they seek eternal life. Do you say that a person will be filthy and unwilling to do his best for his own life? ”

Ji Ning nodded, suddenly remembering the massacre in Xiaohuang Village.

"Let's go! This is not the place where a gentleman of the academy should be."

Mr. Chang'an nodded, and the folding fan in his hand seemed to give him a light whirl. He slammed the folding fan into the palm of his hand, held it and said to Zai Ning: "How about taking you to watch a good show?" ”

There is a huge difference in height between Zheng Ning and him, and he can only look up at Mr. Chang'an.

"As long as you're not afraid of getting into trouble," said Zai Ning indifferently.

Mr. Chang'an shook his head, he grabbed Ji Ning's arm, and disappeared into the night with a few ups and downs.

Ten days later, Yunzhou Mansion, Yixiangyuan.

"The night is getting cooler, and the autumn wind is struggling to read red makeup" Mr. Chang'an stood under the tree, reading the poems carved on the trunk, he looked at the Yihong Garden opposite, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

He wanted to say something to Zaining, but looked at his immature and weak little body and closed his mouth sensibly.

Zheng Ning was wearing a linen dress with a narrow knife and a long blade on his back, and Mr. Chang'an was dressed in a white robe, with a gold-rimmed robe on his sleeves and a folding fan gently swaying. Both of them are handsome and have attracted countless eyes.

Ji Ning looked at Mr. Chang'an's stinky fart and said: "It's late autumn, the cold wind is blowing, you take that fan in your hand every day and play with it, aren't you afraid of catching a cold and farting?" How inconsistent that is with your image. ”

Mr. Chang'an was still smiling kindly, and nodded to the little lady who looked over. The girls who were ashamed hid their faces and walked away. It's a little spicy, seeing that Mr. Chang'an is so invisible, he scratches his head one by one, but there are not a few people who are pulled away by his husband.

He whispered, "You're too young to understand!" When you know how to like girls, you will understand how lonely I am today, and it is cold in the heights! ”

Ji Ning looked in all directions, and saw that on the tall building in the distance, more than ten women seemed to be competing for beauty, waving the champas in their hands, and shouting Mr. Chang'an's name one by one.

In Yunzhou Mansion, the reputation of Yunzhou Academy is really known to everyone, and almost all the children of the powerful in the entire Yunzhou are enlightened here. More than 100 years since the founding of the Han Dynasty, the national policy has been repeatedly corrected and changed with the turbulence of the situation. However, the basic state policy of practicing Confucianism was thoroughly implemented by every king. Including Da Chu, who was shrinking in a corner, they seemed to have surprisingly unanimous views on the place where the wisdom of the people was enlightened.

As a result, the academies and palaces in each state gradually evolved into a different kind of majestic group in addition to the imperial palace. As an intricate academy, sometimes even the king had to take it seriously.

And Mr. Chang'an, who was awarded the title of gentleman, is obviously also in the category of privileged clans.

Mr. Chang'an nodded, and threw countless pieces of silver at the woman above, all of which fell into the woman's hands steadily if they were pulled by a thin line. He shouted to the woman upstairs: "Today, this gentleman is not drunk and does not return, and those who have the ability to come and earn money are the ones who come to earn money."