"If it doesn't work out, you won't come to see me. Gong Yiren said calmly: "Tell me, what's wrong?"

The old man nodded and said, "The old man is like a god, I checked the whereabouts of the pickles in Songshanpu, and it is indeed strange." The people behind the scenes were able to come up with the idea of using pickles as a means of contact, carrying news in it, and quietly bringing these people together. It took my men a lot of time to follow the clues of the pickles, and finally found out these people one by one. A total of forty-three people were found, distributed in various parts of the city, of which there were fourteen cultivators, six in the first realm of cultivation, five in the second realm, and three in the third realm, but this kind of observation was not very rigorous, so it could only be a guess, and the results must be different. ”

"That's nature. Gong Yiren looked at the hot air coming from the decoction and said softly, "Just relying on simple observations, without real fighting, it is not easy to find out the true strength of a cultivator. ”

He smiled: "That is...... People like my third brother don't know how to hide it, and they want the whole world to know that they are a little grandmaster. If a person who walks the rivers and lakes can't hide anything at all, he is not called a person in the rivers and lakes. ”

"The third master has never been a person who is good at hiding and tucking. The old man also laughed, "The most important thing is that there is a public loser to escort him, and he naturally can't understand the difficulties of the rivers and lakes, which is his shortcoming, but it is also his advantage." ”

"yes. "It's a pity, the public loser is too indulgent to him, if he can suffer more when he is a teenager, maybe he can do things more than brains, I don't have to think so much about him." ”

"What should we do?" the old man did not continue to talk about this matter, he could see that Gong Yiren was not in a very good mood, and it was better to mention less about Gong Zhiren.

"Do what you have to do. Gong Yiren replied.

He slowly tried to sit up from his chair and no longer lie down, but this movement was very difficult, and he had to lie down heavily.

Gong Yiren coughed, closed his eyes and said, "The snake is hiding in the grass, and the bamboo pole is beaten, but I am afraid that it will be messy...... Timing matters, you know?"

"Yes. The old man said in a low voice: "It's just that the manpower is a little tight, I don't know if the master can ......."

"Who do you want?" asked Gong Yiren bluntly.

"Mr. Zhu, Mr. Liu, Mr. Mei, Mr. Su......" The old man reported more than ten names in a low voice, these people are all worshiped by the public losers, and several of them are small grandmasters, even if the weakest is only separated from the third realm.

This is the heritage of the family, but it is the hole card of a family, if it is not a last resort, it will not be rash.

But Gong Yiren only nodded, and said flatly: "Yes, things can be done more smoothly, and at the same time, ...... After the end, the momentum is a little bigger. ”

"Yes. The old man agreed again, and then looked at the decoction on the table.

The decoction is cold......

The snow in Jinzhou is getting heavier and heavier, and when you look up at the dome for a while, you will be dazzled by the snowflakes flying in the sky, and when you go outside, the cold in the air seems to be able to condense everything, and the breath that comes out of people's mouths is a cloud of white mist.

Many of the shops on the street have closed their doors, and there will not be too many people on the street to buy and idle on such a snowy day, and a butcher who sells meat is sealing the wooden doors of the shops one by one, and the snow is all over his head, but he is not bothered, and his face is full of smiles, wishing that the snow would fall as much as possible.

"Lao Jiu!" In the heavy snow, a person walked leisurely with a jar of wine that had not yet been removed from the mud, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and shouted: "Close the door so early, don't do business!"

The butcher, known as Lao Jiu, turned his head slightly, and when he saw the rather burly figure, his eyes immediately lit up, and he smiled: "Yo, Jiang Ye, you are still wandering on the street after such a heavy snowfall." ”

When Jiang Ye approached the door, Lao Jiu patted his dirty hands, wiped them on his apron, and said, "Isn't there no business, rather than staying like this, it's better to rest first, anyway, the New Year has passed, and the best days of the year are just that...... What about you, Master Jiang?"

Looking at the jar of wine, Lao Jiu smiled and asked, "Went to buy wine?"

Jiang Ye nodded, the smile on his face was still the same, obviously in a good mood: "This snow is falling, I walked several streets to find an open wine shop, I was thinking of coming to you to buy some mutton back, but you are going to close?"

When Lao Jiu heard this, he also frowned, but it was not because he was unhappy, but because Jiang Ye was so polite: "Hey, how did you say this?" If Jiang Ye wants to buy mutton, he will go directly to my Lao Jiu, Jiang Ye is here, even if my Lao Jiu enters the hot quilt nest, he must get up......

"In this way, Jiang Ye, you wait, I have cut mutton here, and it is best to keep it, I'll go to the back to get it, you wait." So saying, he turned and went into the back room, where there was the sound of footsteps, the sound of a woman's voice, the laughter of a child, and then the sound of a wide leaf wrapping something.

Jiang Ye stood outside the door, still smiling, raised his head slightly to look at the sky, and sighed: Good snow, good omen. ”

After a while, Lao Jiu came out of the shop, carrying five catties of mutton wrapped in wide leaves, heavy.

Jiang Ye took the meat, said a few words, smiled and waved his hand: "Let's go, go back and scald a mutton pot, and then pair it with this jar of good wine, hehe, a good mood that the gods can't exchange!"

After speaking, he carried the wine and meat, stepped on the snow and walked all the way in the direction of his house.

On a snowy day, there were no pedestrians along the way, and occasionally a few people looked in a hurry, probably in a hurry to find a place to avoid the snow, or to hurry home, only when passing by Jiang Ye's side, he glanced at Jiang Ye's unusually thin clothes with a slight surprise, shook his head and sighed.

Jiang Ye smiled slightly, not only did he feel cold, but he felt that the cool breeze was blowing in this snowy day, which was very refreshing, and it would be more comfortable when he wanted to eat meat and drink wine for a while.

Soon, however, he stopped.

Because in front of him, two people appeared.

Two people also appeared behind him.

In this small alley that he had to pass to return home, the four of them were divided into front and back, seemingly unintentionally, but in fact they just blocked all his way.

He frowned slightly, looking at the gray-black armor on the two people in front of him, and the snowflakes like cotton wool fell on the armor on their chests, slowly turning into snow and flowing all the way to their big hands that were placed at their sides and held the hilt of their knives.

The hand is in the hilt, and the knife is in the sheath.

"Four...... I don't know the villain...... Is there any misunderstanding?" Jiang Ye spoke softly, and there seemed to be some cowardice in his words, "That...... If the military master does not dislike it, the villain's wine and meat will be regarded as filial piety to the four military masters...... I don't know, can I ......?"

Jiang Ye smiled, raised his eyes and carefully observed the expressions of the four people, the qi and blood in his body had been activated at this moment!

But he waited for a while, but still did not hear any response, and the gloomy sky seemed to add a bit of coldness to the small alley, and the four sergeants with swords stood like wooden figures.

"Jiang Zhong, is it?" One person suddenly spoke, his voice was not loud, but with an undoubted momentum, the light in those eyes was sharp, and he pressed straight towards Jiang Ye, making him subconsciously lower his head.

"It's the villain. Jiang Ye knew that these people were obviously coming for him, and there was no need for him to continue to pretend to be stupid.

There was a freeze on the ground of the alley, and through the crystal surface, he saw the sergeant on the other side slowly pulling out the sheath of Liman.

This was followed by an indifferent roar: "That's right!"

Almost at the same moment when the four of them were unsheathed, Jiang Ye shouted, and the mutton and wine jar in his hand had been thrown out by him suddenly!

He has practiced qi and blood for many years, walking in the heavy snow, his clothes are light and thin, and he is still not afraid of the cold, and these two seemingly ordinary objects are naturally endowed with unimaginable power by ordinary people at the moment they are thrown out.

I only heard a "bang" sound, and the wine jar hit the long knife raised by the sergeant, and it suddenly fell apart, and the pottery shards fell in all directions, and the transparent wine splashed the sergeant's body and face.

The other sergeant was hit in the chest by the mutton he threw out, and five catties of mutton with ribs leaked out of the broad leaves and fell to the ground.

The two sergeants both snorted and involuntarily took a step back.

At the same time, two long knives whistled from behind Jiang Ye, and the snow reflected the sun, shining brightly.

But Jiang Ye jumped up suddenly before the blades of the two knives touched his body, like a toad rising in the air, and then his legs shrank and released, and the soles of his feet firmly kicked the chests of the two sergeants, causing them to fall backwards and fall to the ground.

"A cultivator who is only in the first realm, three rabbit cubs who can't practice, also want to restrain grandpa and me?" Jiang Ye, who estimated the strength of the four people, showed a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth, and at the same time as he landed, his legs kicked again, and the whole person rose into the air, holding his hands on the eaves.

After all, the alley is a small alley, and the courtyard walls of the houses on both sides are not very high, and it is even easier for a person like him to climb up, and with his familiarity with this area, once he climbs over this wall, these four people will probably find it difficult to find him again.

"You should be glad, if it weren't for the fear that someone would come to help after a long delay, it wouldn't be a problem for me to kill the four of you. Jiang Ye thought to himself.

The cold wind of the snowy day ruffled a few of his scattered hairs, and a slight whistling sound flickered away.

The smile on the corner of Jiang Ye's mouth stiffened slightly.

It wasn't because the snow was too heavy, or because the wind was too cold, but because just as he was exerting his strength with his hands, he found that an undetectable line of blood appeared on his fingers that were clenching the eaves.

The four men under the wall also had sarcastic smiles on their faces.

The next moment, Jiang Ye fell heavily from the wall, and the whole person rolled three times in the snow, and the snowflakes covered his body.

A bloodstain was striking on the snow.

Jiang Ye looked at his severed fingers in disbelief, only to feel that he was still in a dream.

Then he wailed bitterly, and as he wailed and remembered in pain, a chill in his heart hit.

How could he be defeated so quickly, so completely, that he didn't even have a chance to fight back?

"Yes...... Who?" He cried, he knew that the four people in front of him definitely did not have such strength, besides, cutting off his fingers in an instant, but not letting him see the figure, such a method could only be ......

Then Jiang Ye saw the figure, a figure standing at the mouth of the alley, with gray hair, and rickety because of old age.

The old man glanced at him, and the sound of breaking the air followed.

Jiang Ye's eyes widened, and his fingerless hands tried to cover his throat, but he couldn't stop the hole at all, and his body trembled violently and died.

The entire city of Jinzhou was covered in white snow, but a killing unfolded quietly in the snow.

I don't know how many people die in a day. Some died in the alleys, some by the stove, and some in the huts.

Some people drank wine and were pierced through the heart by a sword, some people boiled a pot of food but could not taste it again, and some people hurriedly untied their trouser belts, only to find that in the gauze tent of the big bed, it was not their own wife lying down, but a long knife that slashed at them.

A few days later, the government posted notices in various streets, explaining in a very calm but cold tone that the government had eliminated an "unhonest" Jianghu organization in the city a few days ago, and that this organization had a great connection with the Assassins on the day of the public defeat and the marriage of Yinxue.

Most of the people didn't know about the bloody purge a few days ago, and the snow was enough to cover too many traces, but the memory of the assassins who carried out a terrible assassination on the day of Yinxue's wedding was still fresh in their minds.

In that battle, I don't know how many innocent people were involved, and countless people lost their loved ones since.

Naturally, as soon as they heard that these people were related to those assassins, the people were all excited, and they wanted to hack these people to death in person.

And in the crowd, the butcher Lao Jiu had complicated eyes, and he was illiterate and listened to the names of the officials one by one, and confirmed that the word "Jiangzhong" did appear in the list, and he didn't know whether he should be angry and scolding, or should be sad and crying.

Jiang Zhong was his frequent visitor and a friend he admired.

His old father was eighty-one years old, liked to join in the fun, and was a kind old man who had worked hard all his life.

On the day of Yinxue's marriage, his old father took his little granddaughter to watch the ceremony, but in order to protect his little granddaughter, that is, Lao Jiu's youngest daughter, he was stabbed twice by the fleeing assassin and died on the street......