PS: There was a slight change at the end of the previous chapter.,No surprise.,There's a second update tonight.,The swordsman cheekily asks for a collection and recommendation.。

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The inn's junior second had already arranged the wine and food in a side room, and Han Cheng ate it after taking a shower, and then ordered someone to remove the leftovers.

Although he was a little tired along the way, Han Cheng didn't feel much sleep, and from time to time there were a few sounds of staggering in the main hall downstairs, and some people dressed as guards in the courtyard were bathing and playing around the well.

Han Cheng half-covered the eaves of the window, sat back at the table, thinking about where to go next, since being punished and expelled by Qi Shuming, Han Cheng's desire to become stronger in his heart has become stronger and stronger.

As a casual cultivator in the rivers and lakes, he has no one to rely on, and the four major resources necessary for cultivating immortals, such as wealth, couples, law, and land, are almost the same, and everything has to be explored and fought for by himself.

The only book of cultivation exercises, "Returning to the True Sutra", can only be regarded as a superior secular martial arts, even if he cultivates to the realm of Dacheng, he is still a mortal. If you want to go further, enter the Tao, and become a sword immortal that everyone admires, it is no longer possible.

Before leaving, the jade slip given by the drunken Taoist was only engraved with a practice note, not a cultivation method, which was purely chicken for him at present.

Han Cheng sat quietly, closed his eyes, and carefully recalled the original plot of "Shushan" in his mind, and after a long time, when he opened his eyes again, he had already made a decision in his heart.

Go to the Baiyang Cliff Flower Rain Cave in Fengdong Mountain to get "Baiyang Illustrated"!

Even if Fengdong Mountain is located in the deep mountains of Daze, poisonous insects and beasts are everywhere!

Even if the "White Sun Illustration" in the cave may have been targeted by some left-hand demons, the road ahead is extremely dangerous!

He's still going to give it a try!

Because, at this moment, he has no choice!

I don't want to become a pile of dry bones in the grave after a hundred years, live a life in a mess, and disappear in the rolling red dust, so I can only fight to the death!

Since the day he stole the true biography of Emei, he has had this awareness!

However, before going to Fengdong Mountain on the border of Guizhou and Guizhou, Han Cheng decided to go home first to visit his parents in this life and a cheap sister who was three years younger than him.

The original owner of the body has not been home for eight years since he was a child, and he doesn't know how his parents and parents are doing.

I didn't say a word and took away the body of other people's children, even if it wasn't intentional, I should make up for it.

Now that I have gone down the mountain, I just happened to stop by to visit, so I will try to help as much as I can, and I will do my best to end this cause and effect.

After thinking about it, Han Cheng was about to meditate and practice the Taiyi Heart Sutra when he suddenly heard a slight sound of rustling from the roof.

If it weren't for his deep internal strength and wide opening eyes, he would almost have ignored it.

He pretended to be unaware, and secretly smuggled credit to his ears and eyes, carefully listening to the situation around him.

At this moment, several dark shadows faintly flashed outside the window.

"Assassins?"

Han Cheng was puzzled for a while, the target of these people was obviously not him, otherwise he would have done it a long time ago, and he would never have easily exposed his body.

If the target is not him, who will it be?

Han Cheng thought about it secretly, thinking of the hundred and ten horses parked outside the inn, as well as the warriors dressed as guards in the courtyard, and suddenly had a bold guess in his heart.

Could it be the owner of that convoy?

I don't know where the owner of the convoy came from, but when I went on a trip, I was accompanied by a hundred and ten guards.

But none of this had anything to do with him, he didn't know the owner of the convoy at all, and he couldn't take any risks to stand up for others when he didn't know who he was.

"There are assassins, protect Chitose!"

In just a moment, the exclamation of a guard was heard from the opposite wing.

"Catch the Assassin!"

"Quick!"

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Immediately after that, several sharp voices sounded, and then there was a sound of ping-pong weapons colliding, accompanied by the cracking of tables, chairs, and tea basins, and the screams before death, which were piercing and sharp.

Han Cheng put on a posture that he had nothing to do with himself, hanging high, and continued to practice his internal skills.

Suddenly, he felt a chill behind him, as if a hand of death reached out to him, and a sharp dagger pressed against the back of his heart.

What a mysterious way to do it!

Han Cheng couldn't open his mouth to call, because the dagger was only a layer away from him, and with the slightest movement, the dagger could pierce from behind to his chest.

On the table was a steel sword for self-defense, juxtaposed with the package he was carrying.

His gaze instinctively shifted from the package to the sword, which he could grasp in an instant, but before he could pull the sword out of its sheath, the assassin's dagger would plunge into the back of his heart.

At this critical moment, Han Cheng himself felt strange that he didn't feel the slightest panic, maybe he had already experienced several life and death crises, and when death came again, everything was not as terrible as expected.

"Don't make a sound!" the assassin commanded in a voice that was as low as possible and irresistible.

Han Cheng nodded obediently.

After a moment, he felt the dagger behind him slowly retreat.

Han Cheng resolutely turned back, he wanted to seize this gap and strike back.

With unusually swiftness, he drew the steel sword from his sheath and struck it backwards with his backhand, a sword that he was sure to hit the assassin, only to see the opponent's body flash, and his movements were astonishingly agile and vigorous!

His sword sliced off a lock of hair with a thud and picked off the black veil of the Assassin's mask.

What flashed in the shadow of the lamp was a woman's face, with bright eyes and bright teeth, red cheeks and snow, and thick eyebrows without painting...... Her beauty really surprised Han Cheng!

At this moment, Han Cheng heard a noise outside the door, and then several people who looked like guards pushed the door and rushed in.

Without thinking, Han Cheng quickly pushed the female assassin behind the curtain and hid it, and quickly hid the lock of hair and the black gauze into his sleeve.

When the guards swarmed in, Han Cheng quickly turned around and sat down at the table again, as if nothing had happened.

"Hey, boy, have you ever seen an assassin in a nightcoat come in?"

As soon as several guards entered the room, their eyes fell on the sword on the table, guessing that Han Cheng was probably a certain chivalrous man, and he didn't dare to act rashly before he knew Han Cheng's catties.

Han Cheng stood up, touched the sword casually, and said, "Han only has a sword in his eyes, and there is no assassin." ”

One of the guards didn't believe in evil, sneered and pulled out his waist knife, and walked around behind Han Cheng to uncover the hanging tent curtain to inspect, Han Cheng pretended to unintentionally paced in front of him and signaled him to stop.

He pretended to be tired and stretched his waist and yawned, pretending to be displeased and said: "Han has already said that there is nothing in the house! Han is sleepy and doesn't want to be disturbed, so please take care of yourself if you have nothing to do!"