"If I don't come to assassinate you, I won't be able to live, I know that you are a smart person, presumably you know this!"

"Of course I know. ”

"Today, only one person between you and me can get out of this room!"

"Okay, I'll make a note of that for now. ”

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"Kill me, my mission failed, and I will die if I go back. ”

"I'm not going to kill you. ”

"You don't kill me, but I still come back to kill you. ”

"You won't kill me one day!"

"Why?"

"Because I've been through the pain of your heart!"

The assassin sneered, "My pain, what pain do I have, what pain can I have, I have no heart, where is the pain!"

As long as you hold the sword, it proves that you have a heart, and as long as you fight to survive, it proves that you have a heart!"

"What heart?"

"A heart that pursues happiness!"

"The heart that pursues happiness?"

"One day you will understand that this natural hatred should not take root, and I am not the object of your hatred and assassination, and by the day you really understand this sentence, you will have seized happiness. ”

Although these words are very verbose, Ning Hongyuan always says them every time.

The assassin paused for a long time, "Okay, I keep this sentence in my heart, and when I experience this happiness in your mouth, I will naturally not come to kill you!"

Ning Hongyuan didn't know how many assassins had assassinated him over the years, and he didn't know how many assassins he had spared.

If this status was placed in his previous life, it would be called real luck, but unfortunately, in this world, behind this glamorous status, there is so much pain and suffering, and only he knows best in his heart.

While washing away the exhaustion of his mind and body, Ning Hongyuan recalled these conversations with the assassins, his face was a little melancholy, a little helpless, and even a little sad.

Like his father, Ning Hongyuan never regarded killing people as a glorious thing, even if this world has become accustomed to disregarding human life, accustomed to killing everything, and accustomed to the so-called wisdom of cutting grass and eradicating roots, but he still goes his own way.

Of course, he knew what it meant to let the tiger return to the mountain, what it meant to kill chickens and monkeys, and what it meant to be a farmer and a snake.

But he still didn't want to kill easily.

If Ning Hongyuan really wanted to kill an assassin, there were only two kinds of people, one was the one who was brainwashed, and the other was the assassin who cursed and sweared.

The former is understood by anyone, while the latter is a special case belonging to Ning Hongyuan.

Every time Ning Hongyuan faced an assassin to assassinate him, he would always use words to test them, if these people were dirty, the exit was to scold his father and mother, he would never be polite, his eyes were colder than death, more killers than killers, and even once let those killers who were dirty think that they were the targets of assassination, and Ning Hongyuan was sent by death to assassinate them.

In Ning Hongyuan's eyes, this kind of people like to kill people in their bones, and they already regard killing people as a kind of fun, so they will kill people while insulting the parents and personality of the people who were killed.

They no longer treat people as people, so why should Ning Hongyuan treat them as people.

But if Ning Hongyuan hadn't heard any disrespectful words from this assassin's mouth, and there was a sadness in his eyes, he would definitely let this assassin go, because he knew very well that this kind of people killed people out of necessity, and if they didn't kill people, they would only be killed, so when they assassinated, they would be obscure, and there would be a different kind of information in their eyes.

Ning Hongyuan is a person who is very good at reading information from other people's eyes, and the differences revealed by various different eyes, the heart represented by this difference, he has almost never made a mistake in judgment.

The eyes are the windows of the soul, and this sentence is definitely a wise saying.

Ning Hongyuan did all this very well, so among the dozens of assassins, several even became his friends.

If killing people can really solve everything, Ning Hongyuan would have come to kill gods and Buddhas a long time ago, and it was because blindly killing people could not solve these deep-seated contradictions, so he would choose to be tolerant.

However, in the past ten years, there are still many assassins who have died at the hands of Ning Hongyuan, and many of them were not killed by Ning Hongyuan, but committed suicide, either as a kind of professional ethics, or Ning Hongyuan's tolerance was regarded as an insult to their personality.

Every time Ning Hongyuan was about to let the assassin go, he would say a word, "I hope that next time you come to assassinate me, just look for me, once I find out that you have done it to my relatives, and even those innocent maids, you should know what life is better than death!"

His rather childish words really worked, and he didn't think about why this sentence really worked.

Later, he figured out that the assassins he let go had killed people out of necessity, so this sentence would work.

In short, his two mothers, as well as the maids who had served her in the sect, had hardly been involved in such a dark battle since he had been assassinated four or five times.

Of course, all this is in the past, and one should look to the future.

After tasting the osmanthus cake with Qin Yuxue, Ning Hongyuan embarked on a journey of hard work again.

He still firmly believes in the old saying, no matter what you insist on, no matter whether you are good or evil in your heart, only if you have strong strength, you can say what you say, and others will listen to what you say, which is the absolute and unchanging law of iron and blood in this world.

This kind of cultivation lasted for another two days and two nights, and during this period, he only had about three hours of rest.

The overdrawn body did not crush his will, and as long as it was properly adjusted, the will could in a sense overcome the exhaustion caused by overwork of the body.

On the last day, Ning Hongyuan planned to get a good night's sleep.

This night, full of days and stars, was a rather beautiful night.

Ning Hongyuan sat on the table, poured a glass of wine, and tasted it gently.

Tomorrow is the day to raise his eyebrows, thinking that tomorrow will finally be able to be ashamed, Ning Hongyuan can't help but smile.

He never drank sullen wine, nor did he drink bitter wine, it was a habit he had developed in his previous life, and no matter what happened, no matter how much pressure he had on his shoulders, he would never use alcohol to kill his sorrows.

He had already developed such a habit in his previous life, and even more so in this martial realm world,

If a person uses alcohol to numb himself as soon as he encounters a setback, then in this martial arts world, he doesn't know how many times he will lose his life.

Ning Hongyuan has always tasted wine with a good mood, tasting the deliciousness rather than the bitterness.

"After seven days and seven nights, it's time to take a break!"

He was very satisfied with his cultivation in the past few days, and his speed, strength, spirituality, body technique, sword moves, perception ability, true element capacity, etc., all aspects of the martial arts cultivator had been significantly improved.

He drank three glasses in a row, admiring the beautiful moonlight on the horizon while thinking about deeper issues.

Although he can raise his eyebrows at the martial arts test conference the day after tomorrow, is it to show his ultimate strength, or is it a little reserved?

His current ultimate strength is about the first stage of the swordsman, and now after fifteen days of special training, he is gradually able to enter the second stage of the swordsman.

If he has no reservations about his strength at the grand meeting the day after tomorrow, it will definitely cause an uproar, and the most dazzling moment is often the most dangerous.

After thinking about it, Ning Hongyuan still locked the strength he would show tomorrow at the eighth stage of the swordsman, which was a very stable choice.

The autumn wind was bleak, and the night was already deep.

Ning Hongyuan remembered that he could finally rest for a day tomorrow, and he couldn't help but feel a little happy in his heart.

"Vacation, vacation!

But on this day, Ning Hongyuan was not idle, when Chaoxia had just spit out the fog, he was ready to come to the door and visit someone.

A man he had to visit.

He was carrying a bottle of priceless wine, a bottle of wine that was 100 years old.