Listening to the night owl's words, Lin Zhujiu's face did not show any weakness.

Instead, there was a look of admiration in his eyes.

"You came from Zhushan at the age of thirteen, and after nine years you had the status you have now as the salt dealers slashed and fought for territory. Is it the Lu family or the Nangong family behind you?" Lin Zhujiu said seriously.

The night owl glanced at him indifferently and said, "Who cares, does it make sense?"

"I know that no matter which one it is, naturally you won't like this change, but I think you yourself certainly know what price you and your people have paid over the years to have today's status in Changling. Lin Zhujiu looked at the night owl and said, "I don't think you think of course you think that these are the credit of those gate valves." ”

The night stalker looked at him, but didn't speak.

"You should know what I really mean, too. ”

Lin Zhuojiu laughed, "You are a night owl, not a puppet cultivated at will, if the gate valve behind you only suspects you because of such a thing and deals with you, then you naturally have no need to work for them." ”

"You're bold. ”

The night owl stood up, he also laughed, he no longer looked at Lin Cooking, but walked to the window facing the long street, stretched out his hand to push the window open, and then said coldly: "It's just that people know that if you want to live in Changling, if you want to live well, first of all, you must have the ability that ordinary people don't have, but the most important thing is to never exceed the boundaries of tolerance of some people." ”

"When you are young, you are easy to be hot-blooded, and you are easy to be taken advantage of. ”

The night owl looked at the moving long log, and then his eyes fell to the streets and alleys of Changling farther away, and then he said to Lin Zhujiu: "The emperor in the palace has been thinking about the change for so many years, but he has endured it for so many years, but he has endured it until he is dying, and then he began to implement such a change, do you think he has the courage because he is about to die and feels that he is going to die anyway?"

"I don't think so. ”

At this point, he paused slightly, and then said, "He is only finally ready to sacrifice, not himself, but his son." ”

"There may be some truth in what you said, but the leaves are only yellow in autumn, and many things will happen naturally when they reach a certain time. Lin Zhujiu was sure that this hero would not make a move on him, he breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Maybe people are dying, he doesn't want to leave regrets, but a person like him sacrifices a son... But it doesn't take many years to think about it. Before Daqin, there was no Gu Liren, no Yu Zuochi, and no Wang Jingmeng. ”

"But Gu Liren died. The night owl said calmly and indifferently: "Everyone will die, Mu Xiu will be destroyed by the forest wind, this is the truth since ancient times, if you don't understand the truth that the gentleman does not stand under the dangerous wall, maybe Yu Zuochi will also die, Wang Jingmeng will also die, and you will also die." ”

"We're just a puppet. Lin Zhuojiu looked at Wang Jingmeng on the long street, he wiped the sweat beads from his sideburns unabashedly, and said slowly and peacefully: "When I first returned to the Bashan Sword Field, I asked Wang Jingmeng what he would do, and he told me that if you don't learn swords for pleasure, then what do you need to learn swords?"

"There is a price to pay for killing. ”

Lin Zhujiu said lightly: "The person who killed Uncle Gu has to pay the price, and if he wants us to die, he has to pay the price." ”

The night owl didn't want to argue with Lin Zhuanjiu, although he was not a few years older than Lin Zhuanjiu, but in his opinion, Lin Zhujiu and Wang Jingmeng were no different from those immature young people who had just arrived in Changling, just his juniors.

"Does he really think that this will be able to find out the mastermind behind the killing of Gu Liren?" he just shook his head and asked in a mocking tone.

"It's just those people after all. Lin Zhujiu turned his head to look at him and said, "We're not in a hurry."

......

"Human life is naturally the most valuable thing in the eyes of many people, but for some people, it is the least valuable thing. ”

In a teahouse not far away, the middle-aged man in Chinese clothes who once let people out of the wind and said that if anyone dared to touch the standing tree, he could be ready to die, sneered and said: "In the eyes of these people in the Bashan Sword Field, people have to pay the price when they die, but they don't understand that there are many dead people in Changling, and if they want people to accompany them to be buried, there are enough people to bury them." They may not understand that in order to establish authority, it is not necessary for the person who carries the standing wood to die. ”

When he said these words, Wang Jingmeng, who was not far from the porter who was carrying the standing log, coughed lightly.

Wang Jingmeng's injuries did not recover.

So even though the sun was shining and the weather was neither hot nor cold, his breathing was still not very comfortable.

His cough was very soft, but when he coughed, it was like knocking over many gongs and cans, and a loud and mournful sound instantly sounded around him.

Five sword lights rang out at the same time.

These sounds all came from these five sword lights.

Five sword rays of light fell from his left and right, front and back, and above his head, locking all the directions he could dodge.

These five sword lights came from five different people.

From the window above him was a petite woman in red, and from his left and right was a peddler with straw sandals and a passerby.

Coming from behind him was a merchant who was getting off the carriage, a pregnant woman with a big belly picking vegetables.

The sword moves of these five people are also from different sects, but it is certain that after countless drills like this, their tacit understanding has reached the extreme.

And the people who let these five people assassinate Wang Jingmeng also have enough understanding of Wang Jingmeng's power and sword.

With Wang Jingmeng's cultivation and sword skills at this time, he could only deal with three of them at the same time.

Countless exclamations and screams of horror rang out.

It's just that in such a killing situation, Wang Jingmeng's face has not changed in the slightest.

He could only deal with three of them, and he only dealt with three of them.

His sword was unsheathed in an instant.

The last to come, the first to come.

It seemed that he only stabbed a sword forward, but three fierce and violent sword qi instantly condensed and landed on the assassins in front of him and on both sides.

The merchant in front of him who had disembarked from the carriage had a mist of blood bursting from his brow.

The peddler with straw sandals on his left broke his feet and fell backwards screaming, a bloody flower blooming from the throat of the passer-by to his right.

It's just that there are only two people left.

His sword was gone.

No one thought he could handle the sword light of these two, including himself.

Even the night owls who were very close felt that there was no one around who had time to make a move, and no one could save Wang Jingmeng.

However, at this moment, he felt that there was something strange in the sky above this bazaar.