In the blink of an eye, the sword light and sword shadow flickered non-stop.

The middle-aged shopkeeper of the Flying Snow Inn shrank his hand into his sleeve and flicked his fingers without a trace, closing the door leading to the backyard in the lobby on the first floor.

Dozens of figures suddenly appeared, mainly swordsmen, supplemented by assassins, attacking towards the bamboo pavilion.

Their target was obviously the noble man who was holding a white child in his hand and wearing a white dragon fish suit.

The group of swordsmen teamed up to kill the squire in a black cloak and a mask next to the nobleman, trying to stop his protector's thoughts.

The Assassins wielded swords and daggers, but their goals were remarkably identical. They deliberately avoided the attendant in the bamboo pavilion, and wanted to take a detour to take the life of the noble man in the White Arowana suit.

As for the old man in the Confucian shirt with the black man in his hand, in their eyes he was just a powerless old fellow, and there was no need to worry, no one did anything to the old gentleman.

And the old man in the Confucian shirt stared at the chessboard so intently, neither stopping the assassin nor taking the opportunity to fall into the well for the two who came from afar, calm and relaxed, and the two did not help each other.

Even though there was a hidden weapon flying above his head and a sword grazing beside him, the old man always sat in his place, ignoring what was going on around him, and his mind was only on the chessboard.

Seven or eight people blocked the road leading to the Jinhuai Bookstore at the Feixue Inn, blocking everyone's escape passage.

The squire was ruthless, and he was always "merciful" when he knew that he would kill with one blow, and the swordsmen who rushed at him were broken off their arms, and then he lightly broke the tendons with a short dagger hidden in his sleeve. Let this group of swordsmen who rashly attack lose their ability to fight without dying.

Of course, life is better than death.

The squire was a good hand at playing with a knife, and a short dagger loomed in his hand, sometimes constantly spinning in his palm, sometimes passing quickly in the air.

What's more, his body is also very fast, the dagger does not leave his body, and the person flies with the dagger. In the crowd, use blood as ink to draw a vivid picture.

The white dragon fish suited the one, and his mind was neither on the chessboard nor in the courtyard. Instead, his mind had already returned to the palace, and he began to deduce who was the mastermind and who was the helper based on the details of this killing.

Several brothers in the palace, what role did each of them play in this well-planned killing?

When these people appeared, a smile appeared on the corner of this nobleman's mouth, in his territory, no matter how he showed his flaws, these people just didn't dare to do it. never thought that when he traveled across the state and came to such a small place as Zhengguo Jinhuaicheng in Honghu Prefecture, where he was unfamiliar with his life, the assassination of himself that he had been waiting for was finally late.

There is quite a bit of intentional planting of flowers and flowers that do not bloom, and unintentionally planting willows and willows into the shade.

The man thought to himself, after returning to the palace this time, he would be able to confirm the crime for that royal brother.

He's such a person, no matter what, he has to take it for granted.

Even if he can clearly get rid of a few royal brothers and brothers who are against him openly and secretly on trumped-up charges, he just wants to wait for the so-called "time is ripe".

Moreover, this noble man likes to wait for those brothers to make mistakes, such as ······ Like now.

Don't take it by conspiracy, you must win with yang.

This is the case when he seized the throne, and he was still so desperate to sit on the throne. Even in the ancestral hall, he directly put down his words to the eight brothers, and wanted the throne, just come and get it.

Originally, I was going to leave for the palace tonight, but I didn't expect that on the last day, these people finally couldn't hold back and were willing to do it.

Presumably, those people in the palace also know that once they go back, it will be difficult to find a chance to start.

It's good.

The white dragon fish obeyed this, and also directly ignored the swords that could not be close, and completely entrusted his own safety to the attendant beside him.

One attendant, facing dozens of people, inevitably seems a little alone, but he can always block all the swords that are clearly going to be cut at the next moment at the critical moment.

The scene looked extremely dangerous, but every assassination opportunity that seemed to be about to succeed was actually nothing more than a message that the squire deliberately exposed to the group of assassins in order to have a little more fun.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a trap.

A snowy backyard, the sword is colder than the frost and snow.

But in the eyes of the man in the white Arowana suit, the human heart is the coldest.

Li Zijin and his little sister Hong Shao were far away from the Bamboo Pavilion, and this turmoil could not affect them. The goal of the group of assassins was clear, and it was obvious that they were going for the noble man in the bamboo pavilion.

The swordsmen were just trying to stop the squires and give the assassins even a momentary chance.

One chance is enough.

Unfortunately, opportunities are always fleeting, and not only for them.

This is true for everyone in the world.

The noble man raised a hand slightly.

The attendant understood and stopped "having fun".

The next moment, the dagger in his hand was suddenly thrown out, and countless daggers instantly appeared inside and outside the bamboo pavilion, piercing the hearts, throats, and eyebrows of those injured assassins and swordsmen respectively.

Finally, countless daggers "came into one", returned to the hand of the squire wearing a cloak and a mask, and slowly disappeared into his palm.

Although Li Zijin had covered the eyes of the little junior sister beside her with his palm very quickly, the girl still inevitably saw a bloody and cruel scene.

All those involved in this assassination died cleanly and quietly.

Even if the hand and arm are broken, even if the dagger pierces the heart, no one shouts loudly, and no one cries wolf.

Because their voices are worthless.

It's like their lives.

They didn't come here to think about going back alive, or even dead, to get more.

The only thing they have of value is the skill of killing.

They don't know whether they killed a good person or a bad person, and they don't know if what they did was wrong, they only know that every time they use such a skill, they can get a lot of money, and this income will be forwarded to their family by the lord in the palace.

The lord had promised them that if they earned enough money for ten stings, they would be able to buy their freedom back.

This is their only hope.

These poor fellows have been taken captive since childhood, or bought at a high price.

Raised in a dark room, secretly trained, and secretly dispatched, he is already the elite of the elite who can survive to this day. Those who are not strong, who can't survive, who like to cry, have long since died.

And the squire, the reason why he didn't kill them before was not at all because he wanted to keep them alive, and he found out the slightest clue from them.

Because it can't be.

The attendant was just bored and panicked, trying to move his muscles and bones.

Li Zijin has always watched from the wall, firstly, because he needs to take care of the safety of his little junior sister, so he can't leave Hong Shao's side rashly. Second, he had also seen the advanced realm of the old gentleman in the bamboo pavilion, and knew that he could deal with this assassination so calmly, which showed that the other party couldn't make much waves.

The noble man in the white dragon fish suit stood up and asked the old man in the Confucian shirt opposite: "Is there a force called fate in the world, which is destined for everything?" Just like that group of dead soldiers, they thought that every time they approached the bamboo pavilion was an opportunity, but they didn't know that it was Ah Li's deliberate doing, and they were destined to not even touch the corners of my clothes. When I played against my husband, the black and white on the chessboard also didn't know that it was you and me who forced them to be in their respective positions. Thinking about it from another angle, when the Dahe Dynasty was used as a chessboard, I was the one who held the son, but if the chessboard was enlarged to the entire Yuzao Prefecture, I was hovering between the chess pieces and the chess players. What if the chessboard was to be expanded to the world? What if the chessboard was infinitely large? Can you help me solve my doubts?"

The black-clothed attendant named Ah Li was silent, glancing at the dozens of corpses on the ground.

He was also from among them.

He was the best dead man of them all.

The old man who hung a jade plaque of "husband is indisputable" on his waist slowly got up, raised his head slightly, and looked at the "sky".

The corners of the old man's mouth moved slightly, and he "read" a paragraph.

The nobleman couldn't hear clearly, and he turned his head to look at the attendant beside him.

The black-clothed attendant named Ah Li also shook his head slightly.

"Can you prepare the ferry boat to go back?" the old man in the Confucian shirt suddenly asked a digression.

The noble man in the white dragon fish suit hesitated for a moment, but still nodded.

"When you leave tonight, you'll get the answer. ”

The old man stroked the jade plate on his waist, took the lead in leaving the bamboo pavilion, and nodded and smiled with the two of them when he passed Li Zijin and Hong Shao.

Hong Shao was still stunned in place, trembling, his lips were slightly pale, and he didn't know if he was frozen or overly frightened.

Li Zijin was also stunned.

Because the question asked by the noble man in the white dragon fish suit in the bamboo pavilion after getting up deliberately amplified his voice, the young man also heard those questions.

Li Zijin never believed in "destined".

He didn't dare to believe in fate, otherwise, it would be equivalent to admitting that the 100,000 people in Taiping County were "doomed to death".

But the nobleman's words also reminded the young man.

He's a chess piece, right, Li Zijin has always known this.

But he never pretended not to know, because maybe this was the best way to break the game.

However, the point is whether the chessboard is in the Daxuan Dynasty, or in a Canggeng Prefecture, or ······ The whole world?

How much does it take to transform from a chess piece to a chess player?

The boy also raised his head, looked at "Tian", and clenched his fists.

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A nobleman dressed in a white Arowana suit boarded the ship at night with a black-clothed attendant.

The attendant looked exhausted.

Killing people is not tiring at all, but disposing of those corpses makes him exhausted.

This Xianjia ferry is not large, only two more rooms than ordinary Fu boats. However, the speed is comparable to that of some ordinary messenger flying swords.

On the ferry, an old eunuch was waiting in front, and more than a dozen Yuanying Realm sword immortals were waiting on the side, all of whom were worshiped by the Dahe Dynasty, and they were ordered to come today and now to welcome the noble man back to the palace.

Yuzao Prefecture is not far from Honghu Prefecture, and at the speed of this Xianjia ferry, it can be reached in one day and one night.

After the nobleman in the white dragon fish suit boarded the ferry, the old eunuch knelt respectfully and saluted, shouting, "Your Majesty." ”

This noble man is the emperor of the Dahe Dynasty in Yuzao Prefecture, Ruan Yong.

This trip out of the palace is not only to distract oneself, but also to seek an answer.

"No courtesy. Ruan Yong walked past the old eunuch and stood on the edge of the slowly rising ferry, overlooking the outline of the Golden Huai City.

The emperor of the Dahe Dynasty, his pupils suddenly dilated, staring at the Jinhuai Bookstore.

In the backyard of the bookstore, four pale gold words are particularly eye-catching in the night, shining in the dark night.

That's the answer he wants.

Heaven is constant.