The sun in the west gradually disappeared behind the thin clouds in the sky, and a pale golden sunset shrouded the majestic capital of the Ming Dynasty in a brilliant golden coat.

On the bustling Hongwu Street, two white robes are entangled, and at first glance, they are men and women dressed in the Western Regions walking one after the other. Along the way, many people passing by cast strange glances at the two of them, after all, in this ancient capital of Jinling, far away in the Central Plains, it is rare to see visitors from the Western Regions.

The man and the woman seemed to have gotten used to this not-so-polite gaze, and they continued to march in the direction of the bell tower as if no one else was around.

As they walked, a few little beggars, who didn't know whether they were hungry or bold, rushed to the two visitors from the Western Regions and stretched out their dirty little hands to them.

The man who walked in front of him didn't care about these beggars living at the bottom of the market, he scolded a few times in disgust, and then walked out of the children's encirclement.

On the contrary, the petite woman who followed him did not shy away from stopping. She took out a few pieces of silver from her waist and kindly placed them in the hands of the children. The woman is petite and delicate, and she can't see clearly because she is covered with a white robe, but her exposed autumn eyes can make everyone who has looked at her fall into it.

The woman's voice was tactful and pleasant, and she said in standard Central Plains official dialect:

"You take the money, buy food and distribute it to everyone, don't fight for it, you know?"

Seeing a few skinny children gradually running away, the woman slowly stood up, still staring at their backs as they gradually blended into the crowd.

Suddenly, a man's gloomy cold snort came from behind her:

"Hmph, Ryuxin, do you know what you're doing!"

The petite woman was like a frightened fledgling, she cowered and froze in place, she lowered her head, and said in a trembling voice:

"Mo ...... Master Moko...... I...... I just look at them pitiful ......"

The white-robed man strode up to her, lowered his voice, and scolded in the dialect of the Western Regions:

"That's enough! Ryushin, you'd better remember who you are. You are the holy daughter of our Ming Sect, and your kindness should be reserved for those sect members and people who are still suffering in the Western Regions, instead of sympathizing with these lackeys of the Ming Dynasty!"

The girl, whose body trembled slightly because of the man's reprimand in front of her, argued in a voice as thin as a mosquito:

"But...... They're just kids......"

Looking at the holy woman in front of him, who was pinned on by the whole clan, the white-robed man angrily reprimanded:

"Woman's benevolence! When our people in the Western Regions were suffering and suffering, could these Central Plains people have half of understanding and sympathy? After years of war and chaos, how many innocent people and children in the Western Regions countries starved to death on the streets or were captured as slaves by the Ming army. At that time, why didn't you see these Central Plains people helping them! Liuxin, I remind you for the last time, you are the holy daughter of the Ming Sect, and you must remember your identity. These people in front of you now, no matter what their status, they are all the people of the Ming Dynasty and your enemies!

The girl who grew up in the Western Regions naturally knew that what the man who raised him in front of her was true, but in her heart, she had a completely different understanding. The petite girl raised her head stubbornly, and retorted with tears in her eyes:

"That's not the case! I have never forgotten my identity as a saint of the Ming Sect, but what we should hate are those wicked people who invade our homeland, and we should remember the horse bandits and brocade guards who slaughtered our Ming sect members and the people of the Western Regions. Even if you want to take revenge, you should find Zhu Yuanzhang and those high-ranking officials, not these equally unarmed people, they are all innocent!"

Looking at the struggling girl in front of him, the white-robed man snorted coldly and said:

"Hmph! Those who achieve great things are not informal, and if you want to win this world, you must learn to be ruthless. My Moko family died at the hands of the Central Plains, and I will not be half merciful to them. As the protector of the Ming Sect, it is my responsibility to tell you what you should do and what you should not do. You can have a kind heart, but please save this kindness until we take over this world. At that time, these ants will also be the people of our Ming Sect, and it will not be too late for you to influence them with your kind thoughts. But for now, put away your kindness, we don't need to waste our feelings on these inconsequential people!"

Anyway, the man didn't care whether the girl accepted his opinion or not, he flicked his robe angrily, and resolutely continued in the direction of the bell tower, leaving only the petite girl standing in place. After hesitating for a long time, Liuxin, who was the holy daughter of Mingjiao, still ran over obediently and followed behind the man silently.

Half an hour later, a man and a woman wrapped in white robes slowly ascended the ancient bell tower. The afterglow of the setting sun has gradually faded, and the sky has also darkened.

As the left protector of the Ming Sect, Mo Ke stood proudly on top of the bell tower, looking at the majestic palace city from afar, his eyes were full of burning killing intent and desire. And the girl named Ryuxin just stood cowardly on the side, looking at the man's back with a complicated expression.

I don't know how long later, in the shadow of the bell tower, a cold voice suddenly sounded:

"You're early. ”

The voice was dry and hoarse, as if it were coming from a rusty bellows. The girl wrapped in the white robe was obviously frightened, she looked in the direction where the voice came out in a little panic, but the man named Moko was still staring at the direction of Miyagi, and said indifferently:

"It's nothing, it's rare to have a chance to come to Ying Tianfu and take the opportunity to appreciate this palace city where the world's tributes are worthy of living. ”

In the shadows, a sturdy man wrapped in a black robe walked out slowly. As soon as he saw the man's figure, Ryushin exclaimed excitedly:

"Brother Assasin, I want to kill you!"

Seeing that Ryuxin, who was a holy woman, was about to pounce, the mysterious master who was following the Blood Demon Ancestor that day suddenly stretched out his hand to stop the girl's move. He said in a cold tone:

"Liuxin, be careful that the partition wall has ears, after all, this is Yingtianfu, not the Western Regions. ”

Hearing the man's words, the petite girl had to step aside in disappointment, sulking alone.

Moko, who was still enjoying the scenery, asked in a deep tone:

"The dignified Dark Blade Assasin, the ninth-ranked master on the killer list, will also be worried that someone will follow you? Could it be that you have been lurking in Yipintang for too long, and you have forgotten your identity as the right protector of the Ming Sect!"

Glancing at Moko, who didn't even turn his head, the black-robed man said hoarsely:

"Protector Zuo, what you said is a bit hurtful. ”

"Hmph, you know whether it hurts or not. Assasin, you've been lurking in Yipintang for almost five years, and what else have you done besides helping us match up and kill a few obnoxious Ming officials?"

The black-robed man didn't want to argue about anything, he just said lightly:

"My loyalty to Mingjiao can be seen from the sun and the moon, believe it or not. The Blood Demon Ancestor is very deep in the human city, it is difficult to trust outsiders, if I want to be his henchman, I must be 100,000 careful in everything I do, and the slightest disclosure of our plan will be in vain. ”

Turning his head and looking coldly at the black-robed man for a while, Moke said coldly:

"So, is there any progress now?"

The man named Assasin hesitated for a moment, then said:

"Now he has seventy or eighty percent trust in me, and I dare not say anything else, if there is really a day when our Mingjiao and the Ming Dynasty go to war. With my status in Yipintang, I can convince the Blood Demon Ancestor to do everything in his power to help us, but the price is ......."

"What is the price? What is the price of this bloodthirsty old madman?"

After the man pondered for a moment, he said with some embarrassment:

"That's not it, although the Blood Demon Ancestor is a little arrogant, he has no interest in Jiangshan Sheji. He devoted himself to cultivating demonic skills, and the Blood God Dafa he practiced required a lot of blood and souls for him to devour, so his price was the essence blood and souls of millions of people. ”

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and Moko, who was wrapped in a white robe, was also frightened by the weird habits of this old devil for a while.

Ryuxin, who had been listening for a long time, suddenly spoke:

"I refuse, it's too cruel to do so! That's the lives of millions of people, we can't do such a thing that hurts heaven and reason! Our belief in Mingjiao is to use the power of holy fire to cleanse the filth and sin of the mortal world, if we agree to his request, then what difference do we have from the demons?"

The evening breeze whistled, causing the bronze bell in the middle building to hum gently. The conversation between the three of them fell into a stalemate for a while, and after a full four or five breaths, Mo Ke, the oldest left protector of the Ming Sect, said coldly:

"This matter is put aside for the time being, if there is really a war, it is not difficult for the blood and souls of millions of people, but at the moment we have more important things to do. ”