Chapter Seventy-Three: The Epistles

The scar man's hands were crossed left and right, inserted in the robe, and a flying knife was caught between the fingers of his palms, and shot out, the target was naturally aimed at the man in black, and the result was conceivable, and it was naturally easily broken by him.

The scar man did not have an impatient expression, looking at the man who was getting closer and closer, there were beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and the speed of the knife in his hand was even faster.

Everyone only listened to the tinkling sound in the field, sparks were everywhere, and the man in black was still approaching quickly, his pace was vigorous, and he didn't stop at all!

The man in the corner of his eye was only five meters away from himself, and the scar man's heart was shocked, his eyes burst out, and he fought hard!

The scarred man's eyes were quick, he grabbed the collar of the robe, wrapped it around his back, and threw it out vigorously, dozens of flying knives in the robe, shooting out, like a heavenly girl scattering flowers, straight to the body of the man in black, if he was shot, he would definitely die.

The scar man was obscured by his robe, unable to see what the situation was, and now was his final blow, life or death was in it.

All he could hear was the tinkling sound and the sound was so loud that in a moment the sound of the collision that had been somewhat pleasant disappeared, and the silence was incomparable.

The scar man had countless whimsical ideas in his heart, such a dense flying knife kung fu, and even so close to each other, there was no reason to dodge at all.

Before he could take chances, the robe that had not completely fallen in front of him was split in two, cut horizontally, and then his neck was cold, and the sound of sizzling entered his ears.

The scar man covered his throat incredulously, saw the man's cold gaze through the gap in his robe, until he lay on the ground, convulsive.

Seeing that the man's fingers were empty, the scar man was relieved, it turned out that he was wrong from the beginning, not to mention that he was blind, he was simply a frog at the bottom of the well, and he was not wronged in losing.

When the people who had hoped for it saw the leader lying on the ground, dead at the hands of the man, they all looked at each other sideways, and had no intention of escaping.

After solving the blind few people on the ground, they all took out their weapons and looked at Li Chenfeng.

"You also want to die?" Li Chenfeng said as he looked at the people who were about to do it more and more.

"If you can't complete the task, you will have to die, but now you can fight!"

After hearing this, Li Chenfeng was a little curious about the organization, how to train such an obedient person, and the iron-blooded means were deeply seared in everyone's heart.

"Come on, then. Li Chenfeng raised his hand slightly and made a gesture of coming.

"Kill!"

Everyone rushed up and pounced on the tiger!

The next scene was extremely bloody, and Jin Xueya was naturally used to it. Except for Jin Xiaoxi, who is curious and a little itchy, the most shocking thing is naturally the only outsider in the field, Lord Fan!

In the previous flying knife duel, he had already watched it in amazement, not to mention the scar man's peculiar flying knife technique, especially in the end, dozens of flying knives were thrown in a row, all of which were aimed at one person in an orderly manner.

He was amazed before, and the man in black of the latter made him admire it even more, like a fairy, so lightly blocked all the flying knives, and even did not hurt a bit, especially the last rain of knives, he could see it really, the flying knives were only a finger away from the body, and they all burst out and bounced off, and he even doubted his eyes, it was too ethereal, the rivers and lakes were really so fantastic!

Right now, the man is killing on a large scale, the situation is almost one-sided, everyone who was chasing and killing him is now dying, and there is no gas at all!

It wasn't until the man in black came back and stood in front of him that Master Fan came back to his senses and looked at the strange man who was not red or out of breath at first.

"I ......" Master Fan was confused and didn't know how to speak.

"You continue to tell that unknown secret, and now you must also believe that I have the strength to know!" Li Chenfeng sat on the ground and said.

Master Fan naturally knows the weight in his heart, not to mention the strength of the man, the people who are chasing and killing are all in vain, and he will not go back to tell the truth.

"In Xia Fan Weisheng, he was originally a small four-grade official above the court, but now he has been relieved of his official position and returned to his hometown to retire, and he doesn't want to change too much along the way, so he has been postponed here. ”

"Offended someone?" Li Chen said.

Fan Weisheng nodded, indescribable.

"Did you take something you shouldn't have taken, or did you do something you shouldn't have done, what kind of official position can hunt you down here!" Li Chenfeng said.

"I have been an official for decades, and I have never been corrupt and bent the law, and everything I do is a clean official, as for why this is so, I talked about it half a year ago. Fan Weisheng fell into memory and muttered.

Since the night half a year ago, Fan Weisheng should have turned off the lights and rested, but there was a sound of dogs barking in the quiet alley, so curious, he turned on the lights to see, there was a person lying on his stomach in the courtyard, with countless knives all over his body, not to mention the seriously injured body, I am afraid that it is difficult to move.

Fan Weisheng, who was kind-hearted, naturally didn't care about anything else, and wanted to call someone to help him into the house, but the man who was originally blinded opened his mouth to speak, and Zhuozhi was startled.

"Master Fan, don't shout people, I have something to give to adults, so as to fulfill the wishes of my family. After the man finished speaking, he took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Fan Weisheng tremblingly.

When Fan Weisheng took the letter, the seriously injured man spoke: "Master Fan, I must not tell anyone about my coming here today, otherwise there will be a catastrophe. ”

After the man finished speaking, he climbed over the wall despite his injuries, and disappeared with the barking of the dog.

Fan Weisheng was confused, naturally he didn't know what the man meant, and who was the adult in his mouth? Looking at the letter in his hand, the answer was probably in this.

Fan Weisheng returned to the room, opened the envelope with blood on the outside, took out the letterhead, and looked at the delicate and smooth paper, which must be something used in the official place, and ordinary families could not take it.

Spread out the letter, some desolate and old handwriting, into the eyes, the letter in the words are short and capable, as if time is pressing, emergency and writing, the content of the letter also made his face shocked. When he saw the note at the end of the letter, his body trembled slightly and he was excited.

How could he not know the three big characters on the face of Liu Xiangmian that were his teacher's name.

Fan Weisheng couldn't come back to his senses, and he didn't even know how to do it, he remembered the advice in the letter, and now he was a gentle reader, and how he tried to do it, if he mixed his hands, he was afraid that his life would be short. That night, Fan Weisheng couldn't sleep all night, and the candles in the room burned until dawn.

On the second day, Fan Weisheng, who was finally a little sleepy, had not changed his clothes and went to court, and the family hurriedly came to report.

"Master, something is wrong!" said the servant with a horrified expression.

"What's a big deal, who dares to be presumptuous at the feet of this son of heaven!" Fan Weisheng said.

"Mr. Liu's family was killed, up and down the house, live on May Day!"

Fan Weisheng stopped with his hand tied to the button, looked at his subordinate and said in a deep voice, "What did you say?"

"Mr. Liu is dead. ”

Fan Weisheng's heart was very sad, even the buttoned hands were trembling, they were originally light knots, but now they are not tied to the rope.

"I see, go down. Fan Weisheng said.

The subordinate naturally knew the relationship between his master and Mr. Liu, so he stopped talking and turned to retreat.

Fan Weisheng fell on the seat, his fists clenched, the letter sent by the man last night turned out to be the teacher's dying words, the handwriting on the letter was messy, presumably there was tension at that time, the time was pressing, thinking of this, Fan Weisheng regretted in his heart, why hesitated yesterday, if he saw the clues, maybe he could save the teacher's family.

Hearing this, Li Chenfeng couldn't help but be curious, and asked, "What is said in the letter?"

Fan Weisheng did not repeat the original words in his heart, only took the essence of it, and talked briefly: "Chu Lian wants to rebel!"

Jin Xueya was stunned after hearing this, as if she had heard something incredible, Li Chenfeng naturally didn't know it, and asked, "Who is Chu Lian?"

Fan Weisheng was not surprised why Li Chenfeng didn't know, and still explained: "When the Chu family pacified the troubled times, the five sons of the Chu family naturally contributed a lot, and now the emperor is Chu Quan, and the remaining four people are all named princes, Chu Ran, King of Hanzhong, Chu Lian, King of Northwest, Chu Lin, King of Shangzhou, and Chu Yang, King of Runan, among them, Chu Lian is the head and the oldest. ”

Li Chenfeng understood something after hearing this, he just didn't understand why the king of the northwest rebelled, could it be that he wanted to be an emperor in his lifetime, and the reason was not so simple.

"When will it happen that you will end up in such a field!" Li Chenfeng asked.

Fan Weisheng listened to his questions and answers, gathered his eyes and raised his head, and sighed to himself, as if talking to the sky, confiding in the injustice of this world and the reincarnation of heaven!