There is a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of Peach Blossom Town, and the temple is dedicated to the shrine god Julong. But due to disrepair, this small temple has become dilapidated. The white lime painted on the walls is peeling off, and the blue-gray stone bricks are exposed, as well as the lime mortar in the cracks.

At this time, there was a clear man standing in the temple, wearing a green shirt, and he carried a three-foot long sword behind him, wrapped in black cloth.

The two of them were prostrate at his feet, shivering.

"So, a five-fold boy from two realms slaughtered you all, and only the two of you ran back at the risk of death?" He smiled in a peculiar tone.

"My lord, his sword is too fast, and the brethren are no match." A slightly younger man said in horror.

"And how heavy are you?" The man in the green shirt asked.

"Two ...... Two realms, five realms. The man in black said slowly, his back soaking wet.

"Three two-realm triple, three two-realm fourfold, five two-realm five-fold, one two-realm sevenfold, twelve people combined were defeated by a two-realm five-fold kid in a few moves, and they could only flee in a hurry, and ten people were killed. So what's the use of Qingjian Hall raising you? The man in the green shirt scoffed.

"Genus...... If your subordinates are ineffective, please punish them. Another black-robed man said in horror.

"Then you will judge and apologize." The man in the green shirt said lightly.

Seeing that the two of them didn't move, his voice showed a hint of displeasure: "What? Want me to do it? That's more than just your life! ”

The two of them could only tremble and pick up their swords and hold them around their necks. Because it's not just them, their relatives are also under the control of Qingjian Hall, and they have to do this for the sake of the people they cherish.

"Wait." The man who had been standing next to him spoke.

The man is 5 feet 8 inches tall, wearing a dark sleeved shirt, with an emerald green Luan Feng and Ming Yu pendant hanging from his waist, a jade crown on his head, and a wooden hairpin in a bun.

There was a smile on his lips, and his face was elegant and easy-going.

"What's wrong, Mr. Su?" The man in the green shirt asked. Then he turned his head, revealing his angular, extremely emaciated face.

"Although they are not effective, killing them like this will inevitably chill the brothers." Mr. Su said with a smile.

The two men in black heard that there might still be life, so they slowly lowered their swords and listened quietly.

"But what's the use of keeping these rice buckets? It's better to kill it clean. The man in the green shirt said.

"Maybe it's because they're used to being casual that they end up like this. The so-called 'jade is not cut, it is not a weapon', and after this lesson, they can also be beaten and beaten. Mr. Su said gently, and then changed his tone, "Moreover, even if they can't deal with that kid, they can still deal with the group of people around him." ”

"You mean?" The man in the green shirt asked puzzled.

"I have tortured several people in the town, and I have learned that there are three people who have the closest relationship with him in the town: Lin Rou'er, Li Zhu'er, and the man named Chu Ye, and a woman in the guest room next door, who is said to look like a heavenly immortal." Mr. Su smiled, "As long as we hold their lives, are we afraid that he will not give in?" ”

"Why be so cautious when dealing with a kid with two realms and five times." The man in the green shirt said disdainfully.

"But Mr. Yan Hua was accidentally defeated by his sword, your status is noble, it is better to be careful." Mr. Su cautioned.

"The third brother's sword has been weak since he was injured, and he didn't dare to use his sword in the face of the strong, otherwise he wouldn't have been defeated by this kid's men." The man in the green shirt said contemptuously.

"Although this kid only has two realms and five realms, his strength is unpredictable, and I guess it is very likely that he is a disciple of the Twelve Sects or even the Five Immortal Sects." Mr. Su said in a speculative tone.

"Only the Spirit Sword Sect, the Diancang Sect and the Shenhua Sect are stunts, which sect is he?" The man in the green shirt asked.

"I don't know." Mr. Su said calmly, "It's because I don't know that it's the most terrifying." ”

The man in the green shirt thought of Yan Hua's severed hands and the painstaking cultivation, and thought, "What you said is true."

Then he looked at the two kneeling on the ground and said, "Get up quickly, I'll give you a chance to make up for it."

"Master Xie." The two of them hurriedly kowtowed and got up.

"If this matter is messed up again, don't blame me for being ruthless." The man in the green shirt said indifferently, "Get out." ”

"Yes."

"Yes."

The two hurriedly picked up their swords and retreated.

"Mr. Su, you can go out too." The man in the green shirt looked at the clay statue.

"Yes, take care too." Mr. Su said lightly, and then withdrew.

"Third brother, no matter what, I will definitely avenge you." A hint of murderous intent flashed in the green-shirted man's eyes.

Outside the temple, under the osmanthus tree, on the bluestone slab, the two men in black just now bowed to Mr. Su and hugged his fists and said, "Thank you, Mr. Su Ming."

"Alright." He smiled kindly, "We can't mess up the rest of the matter." Mr. Gu Xing had privately summoned twenty-two assassins without Lord Shen Dang's knowledge, and now ten of them had been lost, and he was now under tremendous pressure. If you miss next time, I'm afraid you and I won't be happy. ”

"Don't worry, Mr. Su Ming, my subordinates will live up to their mission and risk death to complete it." The two said in unison.

"Remember, you owe me a favor, and you must pay it back in the future." Su Ming said with a smile.

"Yes." The two replied in unison.

He waved his hand, and the two of them stepped back, looking at the weeping osmanthus tree, he reached out to take a fallen leaf, and looked at the veins on the leaf.

Over the years, he has saved many lives by this method, and he has made friends with many people because of this kindness. Even Yan Hua and Gu Xing had interceded for them, so he could become the most effective strategist under Shen Zhenan.

A true strategist does not need to do his best and die, nor does he put his opponent to death, but always puts himself in a position to protect himself. Although strategizing and destroying the enemy for thousands of miles is the best embodiment of strategy, it is the most shrewd strategist to protect himself and leave a way out for himself forever.

In the distance, a long lake, a muddy road and poplars by the lake, the lush greenery of the mountains, and the whispering breeze blowing from the high mountains, speak of freedom.

The sun sets over the proud mountains, and the points of light in the lake are like foam, accompanied by a golden glow.

Between this splendid world, a black shadow seemed so abrupt.

"Report the ......" a long voice came.

Su Ming let out a displeased voice: "What's wrong?"

"The man named Chu Ye, he ...... He flew away outside Peach Blossom Town. ”

"What?" Su Ming was surprised.

How could it be so fast, no matter what, he should have informed the rest of the people, didn't he care about the people in Peach Blossom Town?

"Follow him." Su Ming shouted.

In an instant, several people hidden in the ancient temple were all dispatched.