The father and son never found out where Zhu Wuyong's true body was, and under the protection of his son's sword shadow, Ren Qiang simply sat down cross-legged on the spot, crossed his sword knees, took out a bamboo pipe from his waist, and lit a bag of cigarettes.

He took two puffs, and the smoke was unreasonably loud, but it was not easy to disperse, and after a while, the small world where the father and son were located was filled with smoke.

Ren Pingsheng's sword momentum changed from fast to slow, becoming very slow, so slow that it was only moving, but it couldn't form a trajectory. It's only when the blade of the sword cuts through the smoke that you notice the traces of the iron sword cutting through the space, which is shocking.

The disciples of the Zhu family at the head of the city were happy. This father and son, under the blue sky and bright sun, still can't see the figure of the Taoist master, this will make a miasma of smoke everywhere, not looking for death.

But at this time, the father and son who were in the bureau both felt that Zhu Wuyong's breath gradually became clear!

The pipe in Ren Qiang's mouth was even more hateful, his cheeks and cheeks were bulging and swelling, and the frequency was getting faster and faster, as if his sworn enemy was no longer Taoist Master Zhu Wuyong, but the pipe in his hand.

Suddenly, two white lights, like the long tail of a meteor, pierced through the smoke, one hit Ren Pingsheng's neck, and the other hit the hunter's rear soul platform!

The sword light flashed, swept straight behind Ren Pingsheng, and a crisp sound of "ding" was heard, and a flying blade as thin as a cicada's wings fell on the young man's heel.

The other, which fell behind the hunter's butt.

Only the hunter's green steel sword had sword light, and almost without thinking about it, he took out his sword first to intercept the flying blades that attacked his son.

Fortunately, the son not only thought of a piece with him, but also attacked with an iron sword, made an abnormal decision, and at the same time intercepted the flying knife that hit his father.

The hunter had put away his pipe and drew his sword again.

The surrounding smoke has not dissipated for a long time, and wisps of smoke are picked up by the slow sword posture of the two.

The strange thing is that the sword shadows of the father and son no longer appear in the range of their eyes, but they all greet in the blind spot of vision.

As far as the sword intent reached, the murderous aura it touched became more and more intense.

"Cut!" Ren Qiang shouted, and the father and son shot down each other's two flying knives almost at the same time! But this time, Ren Pingsheng, who had not had time to retract the sword, suddenly contracted his pupils, staring at a point of light that was as fast as lightning!

And a throwing knife!

This one, not behind the sneak attack, but from the front, hits your eyebrows!

The three throwing knives are so tightly connected that you don't have a chance to react.

The young man felt as if he had smelled the bloody smell of the flying knife cutting through his skin. Flesh and blood, how can it withstand a sharp blow.

"Sword", I am a person, flesh and blood, but also a sword, sharpening iron like clay!

At the moment of life and death, the young man's heart lake is clear, the breeze is not clear, the water ripples, and the whole body and mind are like a sword. The body of the sword is slightly off, and it is only slightly off, and it is only slightly off, and when it touches a belt, the flying knife that comes like lightning and flint, pats the face, gently rubs it, leaving only a faint trace of blood, and flies into the smoke and away.

However, this partial trend also brought out the iron sword in the young man's hand, and from back to front, he drew a big arc, and its momentum was like breaking through the heavens and the earth......

The sword momentum is extremely grand, like a mountain and a sea, but the sword intent is extremely subtle, like a needle and thread in the hand of a skillful woman, and the gap between the needle and the hole. The iron sword slashed through the smoke, scraped through the space, and then, scraped through the veins of a person's neck, blood splattered.

Zhu Wuyong described the grievance, sat on the ground, his face was like earth, and one hand tightly covered the blood-spattered wound on his neck.

"You're not a Taoist. Ren Qiang walked up to Zhu Wuyong and said, "At least, your housekeeping skills are not the skills of a qi practitioner." ”

Zhu Wuyong laughed miserably and said, "How did you see it? My personal disciple, you have found out the bottom...... Ordinary people, for disciples and masters, should be ...... Treat everyone equally. ”

Half of the arteries had been cut off, and the blood flow was extremely fast, so Zhu Wuyong had a hard time talking.

"Your disciple only used illusion techniques and blinding techniques, and although his body method is extremely fast, he does not really have the technique of concealing his body. Ren Qiang said, "I haven't seen the real concealment technique, but I've heard of it." There are only two possibilities for those who are proficient in this technique, one is from the Assassin who is not tied to the boat, and the other is from the Assassin of the Twelve-Story Building. ”

"These two kinds of people, the former, cannot be tolerated in the Taiyi Sect, so your family, certainly not; the latter, although occasionally have the opportunity to work for Taoism, is deeply ashamed of the employer, although it is impossible to be accepted as a disciple by the Taoist sect; but if the ancestor of your family is deep enough to hide his cultivation and worship Taoism, it is not impossible. ”

"When you first found out...... Do you know that I am from the Twelfth-Story Building?" Zhu Wuyong's eyes widened, and he was trying to stop the opening of his pupils and the dispersion of vitality - he was unwilling.

In the past two hundred years, no one has ever discovered the secrets of the Zhu family, not even Ren Jingping, who thought he knew the truth and came to blackmail the negotiations. The "secrets" that Ren Jingping has mastered are actually just appearances, or rather, vague clues deliberately scattered by the Zhu family, in order to satisfy the curiosity of some voyeurs.

With these foreshadowing, those who really have the strength to pry the foundation of the Zhu family will think that they know themselves enough to know each other, and because of this, they will die under the killer feature that the other party has hidden for more than 200 years.

The Twelve-Story Building, a secret organization that specializes in assassination for a living, was not less employed by the Taiyi Sect, and before the Ren family hid in the mountains and did not return to the mountain, they were not less assassinated by the assassins of the Twelve-Story Building. Therefore, the true heir of the Sorrowful Heaven Sword has summed up a lot of experience in dealing with the Twelve Stories Building with the hard work of several generations.

"You can't, for the sake of a little girl who met in Pingshui, come to risk yourself...... "When he was dying, Zhu Wuyong's heart lake suddenly became extremely clear.

"No way, but you don't need to know. Ren Qiang said coldly.

"It's just a dying person, can't you let me die blindly?" Zhu Wuyong's breath was already very weak.

The smoke has long since completely dissipated, and the heavens and the earth have returned to Qingming, Ren Qiang looked at the towering gate tower of Jiujing Villa, and slowly shook his head and said: "Self-inflicted, don't live." Go with peace of mind, you should be your own little emperor with peace of mind. ”

Zhu Wuyong heard this, and seemed to suddenly understand a very terrible thing, and his face was full of fear and unwillingness: "Pretend to be ......"

He could only spit out these two inexplicable words, and a generation of heroes fell to the ground and died!

Everything that happened today is destined to become a mystery for the Zhu family, for Shanghe Village, and for the entire mountain of no return, or for ordinary people who are happy to talk about the legend of the ranger after dinner.

"Dad, is it okay?" Ren Pingsheng looked at his father, puzzled.

Ren Qiang withdrew his gaze from the height of the gatehouse, but his eyes became more and more determined: "Not yet, let's go in." ”

"Give me an explanation?" Ren Pingsheng did not object.

"When it's done, will it be okay?" said my father in a consultative tone.

"Okay. ”

There is nothing that can't be done, and the life of a teenager has never been peaceful.

......

The gates of the city have been opened, and the children of the outer hall have scattered in all directions. As for the children of the inner hall, there are no more, and the descendants of the family who were accepted as apprentices by Zhu Wuyong are not many, and they have made up a Shuangshan Five Elements Array, plus a descendant Zhu Tianfeng, who has been passed down.

Those who are not dead, who were on the battlefield earlier, have no need to rush to show themselves and their distinguished status that is different from others.

So all the way unhindered, I entered the front yard of Jiujing Villa, stopped and looked around, only to find that there were three dead bodies hanging on the female wall of the city, still dripping blood. Obviously, before the birds and beasts dispersed, they died due to internal strife.

A small dynasty that has been in business for three generations will have a few diehards.

However, in front of him, the dozen or so women pouring out of the hall with teary eyes were the most unsure of how to deal with the father and son.

The women of all ages, from eighteen to thirty-eight, were all dressed and dressed, and all kinds of charming, but they were all sad and frightened. They saw the hunter father and son walking slowly, busy and chaotic, and you hugged me and retreated into the hall, scattering and hiding and fleeing.

There was only one middle-aged woman, dressed in plain clothes and light makeup, with no tears on her face, but also fear, and she still stayed at the door.

The woman gave Ren Qiang a blessing in a panic, and said in a trembling voice: "I know that since you can come in, you are not qualified to talk about transactions." I am his original wife, and I have a son, who is a little older than yours, and if you can, please spare my son, and the concubine is at your disposal. ”

"Then live well and take care of your own son. Ren Qiang said lightly, led his son, and walked through the hall.

The second entered the patio, and there was no one. But the houses here are higher than the first floor, and the doors are heavy and row upon row.

In all directions, a few cold arrows were fired, but no one was seen. Ordinary arrows, a piece of cake.

"We're just here to settle accounts with the Zhu family. After shooting down the cold arrow, Ren Qiang shouted, "I don't want to hurt the innocent more, if you don't want to die, put down what you have in your hand and leave by yourself." This arrow is with all my heart, and I took it with respect, and another arrow is to die. ”

Everywhere in the windows, there was the sound of asking for things and putting things lightly, and then there were footsteps hurrying away. At the moment of a strong enemy, the general trend has gone, and those who can still do their best are very valuable.

However, entering the courtyard with wide courtyards and elegant pavilions, the father and son both frowned.

A martial artist in his prime, dressed in a strong suit, with a bright and dangling simple knife in his hand, stood at the door of the Sanjin Hall.

"Can you stop us?" asked Ren Qiang.

"No, you can't. The young man said.

"Why don't you go?"

"The king of food, you can't go. ”

"Then you can die?"

"I have no family, and it is okay to die if I am loyal to the king. Wufu Dao, looking resolute.

That Wufu did not die, and when the Pu knife slashed head-on, Ren Pingsheng did not draw his sword, but just lightly stretched his ape arm and swung it forward. Nawufu's body flew into the air, and he was thrown two feet away, hitting the wall, and his right arm was broken. If you want to dance the knife again, it should be a few months away.

Ren Qiang appreciates his son's handling of this very much.

The pattern of the four-entry courtyard is similar to that of the two-entry, but there is no die-hard martial artist in charge. But the situation is even more worrying.

A pair of middle-aged men and women, with heavy calloused hands, are all things like hoes and firewood knives, which are obviously things they use well. Another bloated man, sweating with his sleeves and empty hands, also stood at the door of the hall with the man and woman.

It's hard for Ren Qiang to understand, at first glance, it's the outfit of a subordinate, how can he be so ignorant of life and death?

But this is also difficult to explain, because most of those disciples and martial artists with higher status have already fallen apart.

"Two in-laws, Steward Hu, you go to the backyard and wait. An old voice came from the hall, approaching with the sound of a wheelchair turning, "If my mischievous grandson can come back, it will depend on a few elders to take care of him." ”

This can be regarded as a lonely orphan.

Since it was the ancestor who came forward, the three subordinates didn't say anything, and left silently in tears.

The old man turned his wheelchair alone and could only stop in the corridor. He glanced at the hunter father and son not far from the courtyard, and his gaze stayed on the hilt of the sword that was entwined with filthy silk behind Ren Pingsheng.

"I'm the last person to know about that?" Zhu Changling said calmly, "You should also know that such a high-profile plot is impossible for my son to reveal to unrelated people." ”

The old man's words surprised Ren Qiang a little, but he also nodded silently: "I believe it, but how do you know what I do?"

The old man sighed and said, "Let the Taiyi Sect that covers the sky with one hand chase and kill for thousands of years, and still be able to survive in secret, there must be a reason for him;

"My son and I were a little obsessed with ghosts, but I didn't expect retribution to come so quickly. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he closed his eyes, and in the vicissitudes of life, he didn't know whether he was hiding sadness, frustration, or disappointment.

"They are all protectors of their descendants, can you understand?" Ren Qiang said, looking at the old man's eyes, there was only determination.

"Yes. The old man replied, "But can you spare them?" and my grandson. ”

"Yes. Ren Qiang didn't hesitate, "I am not interested in your family business, subordinates, or juniors." ”

"Thank you, thank you......," the old man muttered, and above his head, wisps of light smoke came faintly, making it extremely difficult to detect. But Ren Qiang's father and son have already seen that he is using his own cultivation to dissipate his vitality.

The old man didn't even ask why Ren Qiang knew about Zhu Wuyong and Ren Jingping's conspiracy so quickly.

~~~~ A mystery is the WeChat nickname I have used for many years, and now I don't use it. When I wrote this chapter, I thought about the name of the chapter for a long time, and I thought of several names, but it was difficult to get it right.

Later, I thought of this former nickname.

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