This was the first time Jing Yuan had a feeling of running away, and he didn't even dare to go and examine the corpse carefully, as before.

His heart suddenly ached, thinking of the village chief asking him to send the sword, and thinking of what Jing Dahe said, his heart seemed to be embedded with a few thorns.

That's right, it's embedded, because if it's pierced, it should be painful when it is pierced.

Probably because he was an assassin, the physical pain was slower than normal. But now, the heartache is actually slower than others?

He didn't dare to look back, let alone think about it.

He knew that there were many loopholes in this matter that he didn't have time to deal with. Therefore, he could only change his outfit and appearance all the time.

What surprised Jing Yuan was that no matter whether he was dressed up as a woman or an old man, he could always find Jing Chu not far away.

He seems to be a mouse, and Jing Chu has become a cat. No matter how he hides or hides, Jing Chu can always smell it.

Two days have passed, and even Jing Yuan, who has always been indifferent, can't help but be amazed.

Although he really didn't do his best, even in the past two days, he understood that this was Jing Chu's talent.

Just like him at the beginning, except that he was only talented at killing, and Jing Chu was disguised.

He looked at Jing Chu who was looking not far away, and began to have a plan in his heart.

If this kid is cultivated, he may not be as good at killing people as he is in the future, but he is much better than himself when he hides and explores.

As he was thinking, he was hit by a small rock in the shoulder.

Jing Yuan frowned, looked in the direction where the small stone had hit, thought about it and left the place, heading in that direction.

This is their agreement, and it can be regarded as Lin Haotian's protection for people like them.

As Lin Haotian's darkest and sharpest weapon, they couldn't see the light and walked in the dark. But in their world, whenever a little light comes in, Lin Haotian will try his best to drag them into the darkness.

People who have been in the dark for a long time have seen warmth, but it is always bad.

Jing Yuan understood this truth, so after those previous companion missions failed, he never asked Lin Haotian, nor did he ever inquire about their whereabouts.

He just needs to know that those who fail in their mission will return to darkness forever, and that's it.

Onlookers can always calmly and clearly look at everything that happens around them, but only when the needle themselves, will they find that some things are not so easy to accept.

This is a forest, the forest is so dense that the summer sun cannot reach the earth, so dense that the sunlight cannot find the slightest gap in the leaves.

Entering the woods is like entering the night.

Jing Yuan breathed a long sigh of relief, this was the smell and environment he was familiar with.

People like them are worthy only to be in the company of darkness and dampness.

The smell of decay came from the air, stepping on the leaves on the ground, Jing Yuan walked all the way with his intuition, walked for about a quarter of an hour, and finally stopped.

He lowered his head to see if his shoes were wet, but when he looked down, he realized that he couldn't see his feet.

The darkness and dampness of the place made him feel comfortable, and he grinned, but he didn't, a smile was definitely not a good thing for an Assassin. In this dark forest, his white teeth became the only light in the eyes of others.

"Jing Yuan, you should know why we came to you. The old man's voice came from the other side.

When Jing Yuan heard this voice, he was stunned at first, because this voice was very familiar. He just didn't expect that he would be one of the people who failed in their mission to clean them up.

"Every time we come to clean up you little ones, our hearts ache. But Jing Yuan, you can obviously deal with it, why did you leave your tail. Another old voice came, sighing loudly.

Jing Yuan understood what they were talking about.

In fact, it is enough to kill the entire village with the imitation greatsword, or after killing it yourself with your own means, then use the imitation greatsword to stab the wound, and then burn the village with a fire. In this way, even the most powerful work in the world may not be able to determine the real wound.

Originally, Jing Yuan planned to do so, but at the last moment, he suddenly relented.

He left Jing Chu behind, and he didn't have the courage to face this village with the same surname as himself, and he couldn't face these simplicity

of the villagers.

The soldier dies for the confidant, and the woman is the one who pleases herself.

Assassins are the most fearful of trust, the most treacherous of men, and the most loyal.

Perhaps it was the moment he learned that everyone in the village believed that he was a good man, and he really began to hate killing.

An assassin has no murderous heart, and a literati has no pen, a swordsman has no sword, and a general has no soldier.

He wanted to put down the sword that killed him, but it didn't make much sense, he just didn't want to.

He had also thought that the people of the Young Pavilion Master would definitely come to look for him, but he didn't expect that only two days had passed, and they would find him.

Jing Yuan knew his fate, he was not afraid of death, but he still asked a little unwillingly: "Did the young pavilion master order it?"

Knowing that this question was redundant, he couldn't help but ask.

The two old voices fell silent, answering his question with silence.

The assassin in front of him was different from the other assassins, this assassin grew up with the young pavilion master, and when they were young, they were like brothers.

At the beginning, he wanted to choose a disciple as the old pavilion master among dozens of children, but the young man in front of him patted his chest and said: "Haotian, I will be the bad guy, and I will be your shadow in the future!"

This kid named Jing Yuan did not break his promise, and helped his brother Lin Haotian become the master of the Young Pavilion, and then went out to travel the rivers and lakes, got adventures, and truly became an assassin who could only survive in the dark.

After he returned, he helped Lin Haotian establish his own "Dark Pavilion" and trained batch after batch of assassins.

Although his cultivation is not strong, the art of assassination and stealth are rare in the world. Soon, the group of them began to do tasks, and all the things they did were things that Lin Haotian was not good enough to come forward with.

The old pavilion master has been practicing in the pavilion because of serious injuries, and he never leaves the attic for half a step, while Xu Ningqing has been busy refining swords, so no one can take care of him at all, coupled with Fu Bo's deliberate maintenance, the dark pavilion under the sword pavilion actually survived.

"Jing Yuan, we know your relationship with the Young Pavilion Master. But you have left too many traces, and now the young pavilion master has been sent by the old pavilion master to Chang'an to make contributions, and at a critical juncture, the slightest mistake will never be allowed. You know, as long as you pass this level, the Young Pavilion Master can ascend to the position of Pavilion Master and accept the true inheritance in the Sword Pavilion. ”

"You sacrificed so much for the Young Pavilion Master, we will remember. Two old voices sang and said in harmony.

There was silence in the forest, a deathly silence.

After a long time, Jing Yuan suddenly said, "Give me a little time." Uncle Chen, Uncle Zhao. ”

Jing Yuan directly shouted out the names of the two old men, this Uncle Zhao and Uncle Chen were the people sent by Lin Haotian to take care of them and take care of their aftermath. Uncle Chen and Uncle Zhao's cultivation is not too high, but they are also Sect Masters of the lower realm.

Jing Yuan never thought that Uncle Chen and Uncle Zhao would also become cleaners.

"You have no father or mother, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

Jing Yuan pursed his lips tightly and did not speak. His ability is the result of adventure, and the predecessor once carved his last words in the cave, and has no other requirements for future generations, just to pass on the mantle.

Jing Yuan thought of Jing Chu, the child who could find himself who had already made a disguise by relying on talent alone.

More importantly, the child had hatred.

Only those who have hatred in their hearts can become the most powerful assassin in the world.

"Since you don't say it, then there is no need to discuss. Uncle Chen said.

"Stop talking nonsense, clean him up, and just get rid of that little guy. Uncle Zhao replied casually.

Hearing this, Jing Yuan's eyelids suddenly jumped, and his heart ached.

He didn't know why, he was like this, was it because of pity for that child, or because of the unjust soul of a village?

He suddenly mustered up his courage and unslashed the soft sword from his belt.

"Jing Yuan, you're out of breath!" two old voices shouted at the same time.

Jing Yuan didn't answer, but just shook the soft sword, and there was a "whirring" sound.

"Although our two old men are old, they are also grandmasters after all. ”

After finishing speaking, the sword swooped towards Jing Yuan.

Jing Yuan didn't answer, but just melted into the darkness, as if he had never appeared in this dense forest.

When the Assassin decides to strike, he must be with the intention of killing him with one blow!

The cold soft sword wrapped around Uncle Chen's neck like a cold snake, and when Uncle Chen reacted, it was too late, so he could only slap Jing Yuan's chest with a backhand.

But the soft sword also bit his throat like a poisonous snake, and the sharp blade cut through Uncle Chen's neck, and red blood gushed out, dyeing the dim dense forest a touch of bright red.

As an Assassin, he naturally knew where to be deadly.

Uncle Chen is old, and Xiu Wei also rushed to the lower realm grandmaster by medicine in front of him, and his neck was wiped by this sword, even if it was an ordinary sword that wiped his neck, it would take a lot of effort to save it, not to mention that there was a dark purple demonic light on top of the wound now.

Jing Yuan fell heavily to the ground, and blood spurted wildly in the air.

After all, he is different from Gen Liang's path, he follows the path of a traditional assassin, paying attention to one hit to kill, and paying attention to one coming and going without a trace.

As for the defense of his body, he didn't polish it too much.

If Gen Liang met Jing Yuan, I am afraid that Jing Yuan's body would be as fragile as a piece of paper in front of him.

This palm almost cost Jing Yuan half his life!

Uncle Chen's throat was cut, and he couldn't even make a sound, so he fell to the ground.

With the lessons of the past, Zhao Bo was careful. He had always known that the founder of the Dark Pavilion in front of him was not simple, but he didn't expect that he would be able to kill Lao Chen in this environment.

Since he was able to kill Lao Chen, he was naturally able to kill himself.

He was now at the peak of his mental power, observing his surroundings, and even his breathing became heavier.

But in the next moment, the cold feeling hit his body, like a basin of cold water pouring down from the top of his head, making him extremely cold from the top of his head to his whole body, and even his hands and feet began to be numb.

But at the moment of life and death, he came out of his hands. With his palms facing each other, he slammed into the tree like a kite with a broken string.

"You...... Grandmaster Realm ......" Zhao Bo said four words intermittently, and the soft sword wrapped around his head like a poisonous snake.

A head landed on the damp leaves, blood adding moisture to the dense forest.

A few crows that smelled suddenly became excited, let out a "whoa" call, swooped down, and then feasted.

Jing Yuan didn't care about this, his legs kept trembling, and he walked out of the dense forest tremblingly, holding a wooden stick in his hand. As for the soft sword, it was taken back into his body.

He had always declared himself a little grandmaster before, and he wrapped the soft sword around his waist just for this day.

As an Assassin, you must leave a path for yourself, even if it is the last sword, you must keep it for yourself. It was a great shame for an assassin to die at the hands of someone else.

Jing Yuan, covered in mud and blood, walked out of the woods, he looked up at the sky, and suddenly felt that the sun was lovely.

This was the first time since he became an Assassin that he felt that the sun was lovely.

Immediately after, his pupils shrank, and he saw Jing Chu guarding outside the woods with a knife.

Jing Chu saw Jing Yuan covered in blood, holding a knife in both hands, the tip of the knife was facing Jing Yuan, his eyes were fierce, but his trembling hand betrayed his fear.

Jing Yuan smiled when he saw this scene, as an assassin who kills people without blinking, a smile is an extremely luxurious thing for them. Jing Chu in front of him is very much like himself at the beginning, but Jing Chu's experience is much more bitter than himself, and these hardships are all caused by himself.

Jing Yuan dropped his stick, spread his hands, and took out a jade talisman from his arms.

"You accept this jade talisman, and I will let you kill me. ”

Jing Yuan hoped that Jing Chu would be able to pass this level, as long as he killed himself, then the first level as an assassin would have passed.

Jing Chu approached Jing Yuan step by step with a knife, and every time he took a step closer, Jing Yuan's heart became a little more happy.

He had never had this experience, someone wanted to kill him, and he would be happy?

Perhaps, for him, this is also a relief, right?

Seeing Jing Chu's blade getting closer and closer to him, he closed his eyes and looked like he was enjoying it.

With a "clang", Jing Yuan opened his eyes.

I saw Jing Chu throw the knife on the ground, clapped his hands and said, "It's boring, I want revenge, not you let me take revenge." ”

Jing Yuan looked at Jing Chu's back with a complicated face and grinned.

It was the second time in so many years that he had laughed.