The old man, who had a white beard and was nicknamed "Murderer" when he was young, felt like a bellows in his chest. After the two sharp stabs, he felt his arm tremble slightly, and his heart beat in his chest as if it was about to jump out.

But his body was filled with blood that had reheated again. He experienced that indulgent, destructive pleasure again.

He remembered a long, long time ago, when he had cut off people's heads in the pouring rain. The skyrocketing blood sprayed on the face, just like right now. The blood tightened his skin, and the slightly sweet smell of the fishy smell alerted him.

I will also think of how he watched Da Lang grow up little by little, marry a wife, have children, and be alone in the past few decades. He is a cripple and a domestic servant, but he thinks that Dalang is his son.

Now he has nothing.

I feel hollowed out. But the emptiness was soon filled with something else...... Suppressed anger and brutality by certain emotions gushed out like a hidden volcano.

The murderer Meng Ao stood up straight and closed his eyes. A long, dull gasp came from his chest. A quarter of an hour later he snapped his eyes open and grunted. There was a crackling sound of the bones around him, and the old man who straightened his back seemed to have grown a few feet taller in an instant. The "Seven Killing Blades" that he had urged to the peak were frantically burning his life - this domineering technique that he accidentally acquired when he was young and which made him famous has now become a deadly poison and a burning fire.

He let out a slow breath.

The white mist is like a dragon of sharp arrows, piercing the night sky.

After three breaths, the old man easily lifted the thirteen-pound thick-backed big ring knife and walked towards the west courtyard. After walking a few steps away, I saw an oncoming maid.

The little maid was looking at Qiao Jiaxin. But Qiao Jiaxin didn't make any noise or noise that night, and the two of them were tired and hungry. So she went to the kitchen to get something to eat.

But in the darkness, I heard the sound of rattling, and faintly saw the snow-white hair of the old man who was illuminated by the moonlight. The sleepy and tired little maid snorted in her heart, and while hurrying away, she whispered: "Old thing, I scared my aunt and grandmother in the middle of the night." ”

After three more steps, I finally saw the old man clearly. Seeing the blood on the old man's face.

The little maid subconsciously stopped, thought for a while, and wanted to scream.

But the old man had already walked up to her, not stopping, nor looking at her.

Just raise your hand. The knife rises, and the head falls. Keep going.

The smell of blood permeated the spring night breeze, mixed with the aroma of wine, meat, balsam, and powder. Meng Ao walked to the door of the west courtyard and pushed the door open. The **** of lang words and laughter came again, but now they can't defeat him.

With a desperate desire, he limped towards the pavilion. The night wind rises. The candles in the pavilion flickered. The tip of the knife hit the ground, and metal made a screeching sound on the stone slab—and the three men finally turned their heads.

The dullest of them also noticed something unusual about the old man. At this moment, Qiao Wang finally remembered what Qiao Duanhong had inadvertently mentioned.

“...... Meng Ye has been getting older and older in recent years. When I was young, I wasn't good-tempered. ”

“...... It's called a murderer. Don't look at Meng Ye like this...... Desperate to come...... dart game"

“...... I've never seen him do it, right? ”

At that moment, my heart was inexplicably frightened. Staring straight at the blood on his face, he raised his finger and exclaimed in disbelief, "Kill...... Did you kill someone?

"yes. Old man...... Killed. The old man with white hair said in such a strange tone and hoarse voice.

When I was young, that's how I spoke.

"Not enough kills. He took two steps forward. Walk slowly, but not to deliberately create a sense of oppression, or play cat-and-mouse games. It's because of the domineering skill of the "Seven Killing Knife" that his vitality is about to be overdrawn.

"Da Lang left just now. You two, go and accompany him. He finally stepped onto the steps and saw the frightened faces of the three men.

Qiao Jiaming blinked his drunken eyes for a long time before realizing that the old man with the big knife was only three steps away from him. He was so frightened that he pushed Qiao Liu away like an electric shock, and he wanted to escape in a panic.

"You're go!" the old man snorted, swinging his knife and slashing over. The blade of the knife broke through the air, and the iron ring on the back of the knife rattled.

The blade first cut off the white veil that stood between the two, and then swept over Qiao Liu's arm, opening a long opening. Subsequently...... Castration slowed down suddenly. Like a swimming dragon that suddenly lost its supernatural powers, it was heavily folded and slashed on the stone table.

The sound of cups, plates, and bowls shattering mingled with the sound of three people running in panic. Qiao Liu shouted loudly, and Qiao Jiaming shouted even louder. But after the three of them howled for a while, they suddenly realized...... The old man was silent.

And I heard the sound of a heavy knife falling to the ground with a loud thud.

When he looked back in shock, he found that the old man had fallen to the ground. The forehead hit the edge of the table, then the stone bench, and then the ground. The blood that spurted from his mouth and the blood that spilled from his forehead stained his beard red, and he looked like he was dead.

Qiao Jiaming was stunned for a while before pushing away Qiao Liu, who was crying and shouting that he was going to die, and kicked Meng Ao with his toes. Seeing that he was unresponsive and did not look like a deceit, he walked over and bent down to probe his snort.

Then he retracted his hand, gritted his teeth, and said: "This old killer is not dead!

As he spoke, he went with the strength of his wine to reach for the big knife on the ground. But after all, he was hollowed out by the wine, and he drank too much wine, and the knife was heavy. When I took it, I didn't pick it up.

I heard Qiao Wang holding the mahogany pillar of the pavilion and said in a trembling voice: "That's it, let's leave him alive first." tied up and sent to Fu Yin. Da Lang is dead...... Meng Ao, that's right. There are bandits in the house, anyway, when he was young, he heard that he was also a thief. Li Fuyin...... Didn't he say he was looking for a reason? ”

"The old servant is a bandit?" Qiao Jiaming glared, "Who would believe such a thing?"

"It's because it's hard to believe that it's true. Stupid. Qiao Wang's face was gloomy, he looked at Qiao Jiaming, and then at Qiao Liu, who was crying, "Besides, this old thing...... Who do you get close to on weekdays?

"Huh?" Qiao Jiaming blinked.

"Alas. Qiao Wang sighed, "Then Liu Lao Dao." Don't the two of them often drink together on weekdays? Don't you want the Dragon King Temple in the back street? Didn't Li Fuyin say the day before yesterday that there is no reason to do it?

Qiao Jiaming slapped his face at this time, forgetting the fright just now, and became proud under the influence of alcohol. After being proud for a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, okay, I'm thinking about it." Hmph, I didn't want to embarrass the old man. But who's calling that kid -- huh? What's that kid's name?"

"Whatever his name is. Jiaxin girl, I haven't touched a finger yet, but he is, um, he beat me that day? Looking at his oily face, it's not a good thing. Liu Laodao's apprentice? Hey, do I know those pickled things! What kind of Taoist boy? Isn't it just for fun? Those who say that they cultivate immortals, hmph, which one doesn't get a few, little rabbits with fine skin and tender meat? What are they called, called...... Well...... After, after ......"

Qiao Wang frowned slightly, and didn't seem to like hearing him say these words: "When you come to the hall in the future, you can't talk about this kind of thing." Keep your mouth shut. This time, it was also Li Fuyin who lacked money to see the Dragon King Temple. On weekdays, he has a mansion Yin, and he earns thousands of taels of silver a year, how can he cause such a shame for a house. ”

"What you should be talking about is not a boy, but to say, the people up and down our Qiao family's dart bureau are gone, and he is an old man with a dart, but a teenager is unharmed. Then he came back, but the servant who was good friends with the old man killed the head of the house first, and then killed the mother of the house. After careful interrogation, Lord Yin of the Sect learned that it was Liu Laodao and Meng Ao who wanted to make money and were bandits. You've memorized everything, don't ask again when the time comes!"

Qiao Jiaming waved his hand impatiently: "Hey, women, they always like to think too much." That Liu Laodao and that kid are just ordinary people. If Fu Yin wants to handle the case, he finds a reason to take someone, and he hits fifty kills, and the iron-beaten man is also recruited-what is ...... so long-winded?"

......

So many things happened in the house across the street, but Li Yunxin only found out about it seven days later.

Liu Laodao woke up the next day, and said dizzily that he had seen a ghost last night, but he was afraid that he was drunk and dazzled. Li Yunxin simply told him that this was indeed the case - when he went out, he only saw him faint after a few spins on the spot.

It's better to do that than to explain more to him.

Then there was the painful process of trying to break the ban every day. On the second day there were a little more people who came to worship, and on the third day there were fewer and fewer people. After all, it is an inconspicuous temple, and the nearby neighbors know about it, and when it comes, the news will not spread quickly. It will probably take some time for the "Dragon King Temple in the city to show the true spirit" This kind of thing will gradually spread to more people's ears.

After all, it was not the era of the information explosion that he used to have. In the same Weicheng, it is not surprising that a year later, people somewhere in the city know about today's events.

But this is also a good thing for Li Yunxin. The incense in the temple gradually became vigorous, and it could flow for a long time, so that he could slowly adapt and get used to it, so as not to make himself feel like he was about to explode.

He learned to use the little spiritual power that he could already mobilize, wrapped in incense and willing power to collect it into his "snow mountain". With that wishing power, he drilled hole after hole in the snowy mountain, and he felt that the spiritual energy available to him was increasing day by day.

After three days, he was able to walk around as usual while enduring the pain. It's just that the pace will be slower and the face will be paler. Some pilgrims occasionally saw Li Yunxin, and while they were surprised when Lao Dao had a little apprentice, they were also surprised by his handsomeness. Some women privately said that Liu Laodao had no children and no daughters, and this little Taoist chief would probably inherit his mantle in the future. The appearance is OK, there is a real estate, and there is an entry in the temple, which is a good match.

It's just that this little Taoist has a bad face, and I don't know if it will be a calamity and illness in the future.

Li Yunxin looks older than her actual age. So in two days, a matchmaker came to the door and asked—and of course he laughingly refused.

This is because he has been making a lot of appearances lately.

In the past, when I stayed in the mountain village, I saw all the villagers. Now that I have come to Weicheng, the "magic capital" of this world, of course, I want to see what kind of living customs the people here have. He was a psychiatrist in his previous life, and he used to love to see people, and he is the same now.

Therefore, during the day, he entered the role of "Liu Laodao" apprentice, sprinkling and sweeping the courtyard and arranging incense and candles. Say a word or two to a few familiar faces and nod. Then he moved a bench and sat in a corner of the vestibule and watched the pilgrims come and go in a daze—others saw him in a daze, but he was attacking his own prohibition, by the way......

How to deal with the Nine Princes, Bai Yunxin, and the possible crisis. Look at people at times like this, and there will always be some good ideas.

Humans are really interesting creatures.

It's just that he didn't expect that before these big crises came, another troublesome matter came to his door.

The matter of the Qiao family.

Early in the morning of the seventh day after seeing Qiao Jiaxin's faceless ghost.

There aren't as many people as there were a few days ago. Probably every morning, Miss Yin, who sells tofu on the street, will come to Shangxiang to make a wish. The name "Miss Yin" is Li Yunxin's name - the girl will glance at Li Yunxin with a smile in the corner of her eyes, "Oh, call me Yin Xueruo."

In fact, in all fairness, Miss Yin is indeed not bad. Probably because there is a famous snow character, extremely white. Pale cyan veins can be seen under the neck, and the thick eyelashes cast a shadow on the snow-white cheeks in the sun, like two butterfly wings. She was a slender and petite figure. Li Yunxin couldn't see her legs through the cloth skirt, but just looking at her posture, in his time, she was probably the kind of little stunner who had to be chased and pampered in the palm of her hand.

Even if it is white, it is beautiful, and on this street, it is also considered rich.

The last time he was incense a dime of silver, converted into the renminbi of his time, it was 200 yuan. He pondered and pondered - a girl threw out 200 yuan every morning and 6,000 yuan a month, without blinking her eyes...... What level of white Fumei is it?

But such a girl, in the legend of the novel, is also a "tofu Shih" character - the most inconspicuous ordinary character in the story. The more he thought about it, it got more and more interesting. There is indeed a difference between seeing things with your own eyes and seeing things through the eyes of others.

In the early morning of this day, when this Yin girl entered the incense as usual, and walked to Li Yunxin's side as usual and said, "Morning, little Taoist", Liu Laodao frowned and walked in through the front door.

When he looked up and saw Li Yunxin, he had a bitter face. Then, like a child begging for candy but afraid of adult rejection, he walked up to Li Yunxin: "Brother Xin, something happened......