Miao Ying didn't expect Ink Dao to answer like this, because he didn't think that Ink Dao would refuse at all, because he didn't think that his conditions were so harsh. 35xs

But Modao's answer was so straightforward that there was no room for manoeuvre at all.

"Why?" Miao Ying couldn't help but ask, he couldn't find a reason for Modao's refusal.

"I don't have time. Modao replied that he still wanted to kill immortals, so he didn't have any extra time to help Miao Ying find his child, and more importantly, Miao Ying didn't know what his child looked like.

In this situation, I just think that how difficult it is to find someone, it is impossible for Modao to devote his time to this.

More importantly, once agreed, it must be done, this is a formal criterion of the ink knife, and the ink knife will never agree to what cannot be done.

This is the reason for Modao's refusal, and Modao is not interested in the assassination that Miao Ying said.

You can learn, of course, it's best, but Modao will never exchange promises for a condition.

Although he was desperately trying to make his eyes look at him, he motioned for Modao to agree.

"I'm not asking you to help me find him. Miao Ying seemed to see the worries in Modao's heart, and said loudly: "I just need you to help me find it, as for whether I can find it, everything is up to fate." ”

"What do you mean......" Modao said halfway through.

"Same as you think. Miao Ying said aloud.

"Okay, I promise you. In the end, Modao agreed to Miao Ying's conditions, because it was nothing to lose to him.

"It's a deal. Miao Ying said.

"It's a deal. Modao said.

A consensus was reached, and Miao Ying took the ink knife to a dark corner.

At this time, it was late at night, and the people were sparse, and everyone stuck to their posts, patrolling the surroundings.

"That's what you're aiming for. Miao Ying said aloud, and then pointed into the distance.

Not far away, there was a mansion, brightly lit, and there were no less than twenty people patrolling around, each of whom was carrying a long sword.

Although it was late at night, they were all in good spirits, and there was no slack at all.

"What do you need me to do. Modao asked aloud.

"I want you to kill the guy inside. Miao Ying said.

"And he must not be discovered, and bring the man's head to me. ”

It's the head again, and the task given to him by Qi Chu's water cut off is to let him take the head back, and this time, Miao Ying is the same.

"Whose head. Modao couldn't help but ask.

"Mo Zixuan. Miao Ying said. It's been a long time since I came here, although I have been imprisoned by Qianwen for a long time, and I know a lot of things outside, but after coming here, that person didn't have the slightest restraint on Miao Ying, and let it go.

It is precisely because of this that Miao Ying has nothing to do, and has explored all the places and important people here.

This is his habit, and whenever he comes to an unfamiliar environment, he must first familiarize himself.

After his investigation, Miao Ying already knew everything about the person inside.

The task he gave to the ink knife was to assassinate the master of the ink hall, this person was extremely powerful, and he was also among the best among the many hall masters.

However, because of the appearance of the ink knife, he was deprived of the qualification to participate in the extinction, and since then he has stayed in his residence and has never gone out for half a step.

Although there is hatred for the ink knife in his heart, he does not have the slightest idea of revenge.

From this, it can be seen that this man's mind is by no means comparable to ordinary people.

And this time, the person Modao wants to assassinate is really him.

At ten o'clock in the night, the third watch had passed, but Mo Zixuan was still sitting alone in the room.

Holding a book in your hand, by the light of a candle, you can look at it repeatedly.

That book is not special, just an ordinary biography, but Mo Zixuan is fascinated.

At this moment, outside, Mo Dao asked Miao Ying in a loud voice: "Who is Mo Zixuan, how can I find him." ”

"I only provide you with your name, as for how to find it, how to kill it, everything is up to you. After saying this, I saw Miao Ying's figure flash, and it disappeared, not only in the dark, but also in the ink knife, where his figure went.

Since coming here, he found that the people here were completely different from the outside, as if he had exerted his own strength to the extreme, and it was not at all comparable to the people outside.

Modao never felt that mortals could be strong, but after coming here, Modao had another understanding of Fanwu.

Who is Mo Zixuan?

Where Mo Zixuan is, the ink knife also doesn't know.

It's not difficult to kill someone, but at this moment, Yu Modao is looking to find Mo Zixuan.

But that Miao Ying only provided a life, and as for other hints, he didn't give any hints.

This invisibly brought a lot of trouble to the ink knife.

"Someone to ask?" was the first thing Modao thought of.

But soon this method of salvation was denied by himself.

Because he didn't know who Mo Zixuan was, if Mo Zixuan was a very important person, then if he did this, he would inevitably startle the snake.

Standing in place, Modao thought for a long time, completely clueless.

At this time, the side suddenly asked out loud.

"What now?" he didn't panic in his eyes, let alone be confused.

At this moment, everything in the darkness is subordinate to the ink knife, although she also doesn't know who Mo Zixuan is, but as long as the ink knife lets her kill, she will definitely not be merciful, even if that person has no reason to be killed.

Modao didn't answer, let alone ask for dark advice.

Darkness had only recently come to her senses, and it was impossible for her to know who Mo Zixuan was.

After thinking about it for a long time, Mo Dao, who still had no clue, suddenly had an idea, that is, to kill all the people here, so that he would not care who Mo Zixuan was.

Thinking of this, the ink knife flew up without a trace of concealment and rushed to the front of the house.

"What kind of person!" the guard asked in an exclamation when he spotted the ink knife and the long sword in his hand, showing a wary look.

They were greeted not by an ink knife, but by a broken knife, a broken knife that was so sharp that it was terrible.

In a flash, the ink knife instantly rushed to the front of the man, without a trace of nonsense, he raised the knife and slashed, without asking who Mo Zixuan was, because even if the person said it, the ink knife would not believe it. He didn't have time to judge whether what the man said was true or false.

The speed of the ink knife is not very fast, and the water and rice have not been advanced for a day, and in addition to the previous forced use of the limit in the bamboo forest, the ink knife has long been physically exhausted.

The person who first discovered the ink knife saw that the ink knife hand interrupted the knife and slashed, and shouted: "Who dares to be presumptuous again!" and then greeted him with a sword.

He knew best what this place was, and in his impression, it was impossible for anyone to dare to break in.

At this time, when he saw the ink knife, although he was surprised, he did not regard the ink knife as a threat, in his opinion, the ink knife should just be a junior who did not take risks in order to be famous.

The man was in good hands, just by the way he used his sword.

With your feet apart, lean forward with your upper body and meet them with a sword in one hand.

In this posture, you can not only resist the enemy, but also change your moves at will in case of emergency.

Although he didn't put the ink knife on the delicate, he didn't underestimate the ink knife either. I was ready for the worst.

It's just that he underestimated the ink knife.

Cut off with a broken knife, without relying on strength. Originally, this kind of long sword could be easily cut by the ink knife, but the ink knife did not do this.

Just because he didn't want to rely too much on the knife in his hand, the ink knife hoped to rely on his own strength to fight the enemy.

The knife was blocked, the ink knife chased after him, flipped sideways, and cut an arc in the air with the broken knife in his hand, but instead of slashing at the man, after drawing the knife, the broken knife stood on the ground, and then turned over and swept with one leg.

At this moment, the ink knife is almost reasonable, with one leg and the other foot as the axis, drawing a circle.

The ink knife didn't use all its strength, but the man didn't.

The slash of the ink knife only shocked his mouth numb, and he almost couldn't hold the long sword in his hand.

Fortunately, at the beginning, it parted its legs, which barely supported its body, and then at this time, the ink knife was already on one leg.

At this moment, the man didn't stand firm at all, and he couldn't resist the whip leg of the ink knife at all, and he didn't even have time to swing the sword in his hand.

"You ......," the man exclaimed, and then he heard a thud, and was hit by a whip leg with an ink knife, and he was unconscious.

"Kill him. The ink knife said loudly, facing the darkness behind him.

"Huh?" Darkness didn't understand the meaning of the ink knife at first, in her opinion, the man had no power to fight back, and at this moment, the ink knife only needed to break the knife with a flick of his hand to solve his life, but the ink knife let her kill the man.

"Kill him. Ink Knife said again.

"Hmm. He replied softly, although he didn't know why Modao didn't kill in person, but he still did it.

The long sword in his hand flashed, and a human head fell to the ground.

"Keep up. The ink knife spoke, and then flew up and jumped into the house.

There weren't many guards here, and except for one person at the beginning, no one else found the ink knife, so it was easy for the ink knife to come to the courtyard.

But this house is too big, dozens of rooms, each one is brightly lit.

To find the location of Mo Zixuan is not something that can be done in a moment or a half.

At this moment, just as the ink knife was thinking, suddenly the door opened, and someone came out of every room, as if they knew that the ink knife would appear, and everyone held a blade in their hands.

Just between breaths, the ink knife is encircled.

At this time, a person slowly walked out of the innermost room, that person was dressed in green clothes, and his figure was thin, but he was half a head taller than ordinary people.

The eyes are like brass bells, the face is like a low cylinder, and a wisp of beard reaches to the chest. He looked heroic, and he had a long knife in his hand on his shoulder.

"You're the one who wants to assassinate me?" he said as if he had known that someone was coming.

"Mo Zixuan?" asked Mo Dao.

"You've got the guts. As he spoke, Mo Zixuan took out an object and an ink knife instead.

Reaching out to catch it, the ink knife saw clearly that it was just a piece of bark, the size of a palm. There are four words engraved on it. "Kill Mo Zixuan. ”

"Should I praise you for your courage or arrogance for provoking me so blatantly?" Mo Zixuan said loudly, his eyes full of disdain, and he didn't put the ink knife in his eyes at all.

Looking down at the palm-sized book cover in his hand, the ink knife suddenly woke up.

He hadn't thought of it.

Since I don't know who Mo Zixuan is, I can just lead him out.

At this time, this book cover plays this role.

Assassination, Modao suddenly had a little understanding of these two words.

The key to assassination is not to kill, let alone to hide, but to achieve the result, as long as you kill the other party, no matter what way you use it, you can do it.

This is very much in line with his code of conduct.

A piece of bark with the name of the target person written on it. Although this will startle the snake, it will also inevitably find the target person.

And find the target person, and everything else is simple.

Thanks to Modao, he has been struggling with who Mo Zixuan is. At this moment, a ubiquitous piece of bark solved his trouble.

It was none other than Miao Ying who carved the bark.

His original purpose was to make Mo Zixuan take precautions, so as to increase the difficulty of the ink knife, but he didn't think about it, and by doing so, he would help the ink knife.

Seeing Mo Zixuan, Mo Dao didn't say a word, and flew up.

did not kill Mo Zixuan, but turned around and fled.

Mo Dao wants to borrow Mo Zixuan to learn how to kill, how to really kill.

Because this is very important to him, although he knows how to kill people outside, but after all, the ink knife has never killed people behind his back, so he escaped from his studies and learned to assassinate.

And Mo Zixuan is a good practice object.

Only from the momentum that unintentionally burst out from his body, the ink knife could also feel Mo Zixuan's strength.

And such a person is just used to train him.

How many immortals there are, Mo Dao doesn't know, but Mo Dao knows that any person here is armed with martial arts moves, and it will never be easy to kill them.

For this reason, the ink knife must make itself stronger, and only when it is strong can it kill all the immortals in the Valley of the Absolute Gods.

Flying up, the ink knife turned and jumped, and the darkness also followed the ink knife figure at the same time.

But how could Mo Zixuan let go of the ink knife so easily, and with an order, dozens of people appeared at the same time, holding arrows and crossbows in their hands.

With a few snaps, dozens of black shadows went towards the ink knife.

He was in mid-air, and there was nowhere to draw his strength, but the ink knife seemed to know where the arrows would go, and he had already taken a pose as he jumped.

I saw that the feathered arrows slashed past him, and they didn't hurt the ink knife at all.

This is the result of the ink knife training in the bamboo forest. Rely on the movement of the wind, make predictions, and easily dodge with the help of your body.

One by one, the feathered arrows landed, and the figure of the ink knife could no longer be seen at this time.

Only Mo Zixuan was left standing in place, his eyes full of hatred.

"It's already merciful that I don't provoke others, but I didn't expect that someone would dare to provoke me. I don't care what kind of relationship you have with the sect master, as long as you provoke me, I will definitely let you die without a place to bury. ”

As he spoke, a cold light flashed in Mo Zixuan's eyes.

I don't know how long I walked, but I didn't stop until I was sure that no one was chasing after me.

Mo Dao stood in place, thinking about how he could kill Mo Zixuan unconsciously.

And the darkness on the side stood quietly beside the ink knife, like a guard, vigilant around.

(End of chapter)