Wang Jingmeng, Lin Zhujiu, and Yan Xinlan separated outside this shop, and then walked into different alleys.

Changling is one of the few male cities in the world, and the largest bazaar in Changling is naturally one of the few lively in the world.

Countless people are constantly surging in this huge market.

This bazaar has a wide variety of goods.

From the furniture made by carpenters in the Guanzhong area, to the beads and flowers made by some skilled craftsmen in the Chu Dynasty, there are thousands of kinds of goods.

The more people who do different businesses, the more chaotic and dangerous people from all over the world become.

Today, he wanted to find the Assassins who were lurking and would attack the Wood Bearer at any moment, but he knew full well that all of them could become prey to the Assassins who were lurking.

Perhaps someone has already taken them as prey.

The sun was shining, people were coming and going, and not many people paid attention to him.

There should have been quite a few people in this bazaar who had seen his sword, but they didn't get close enough to see his face clearly, or his face wasn't impressive enough compared to his sword.

But these people who can't remember his face don't pose any threat to him in the first place.

The air in the streets of the market was a little foul, and even the aroma of spices and food mixed with the smell of horse manure came to his face, and he coughed softly.

His injuries have not yet healed.

It's just that whether it is a noisy market or an empty deep mountain and old forest, it is a scene that he is very familiar with.

......

The slender log still stands.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside the South Gate Bazaar.

The bounty has already mentioned fifty gold.

There are restaurants scattered outside the bazaar.

It was already dinner time, but business in one of the restaurants was still very light.

In particular, the five or six tables on the second floor were empty, and only one of the tables by the window sat a guest.

It was a man in black with a very white complexion, who looked to be in his thirties.

His hair was dark and straight, exuding a vigorous vitality

feelings.

To his left hand was a sword made of black snake scales.

The sword was placed directly on the table.

The fingers of his hands are slender and powerful, but the palms of his hands are calloused.

This is clearly a swordsman with a sword.

It's just that he doesn't attract too much attention at all here, because there are many swordsmen like him in the caravan in the past.

His diet is also very simple.

It's just a meat soup and a dish of vegetables.

Most of the meat soup has been eaten, it has been slightly cool, and some of the oil and water have begun to whiten.

He had stopped his chopsticks and didn't seem to be ready to eat any more, but his body turned towards the staircase.

There was a sound of footsteps at the top of the staircase.

A young man in a green shirt much younger than him appeared in his sight.

The young man in green shirt looked at him quietly, and he also looked at the young man in green shirt quietly, and for a while, neither of them spoke first.

"You're supposed to be an Assassin, an Assassin who would want to be bad for the Wood-Mover. The young man in the green shirt looked at the meat soup and said.

"Why?"

The black-shirted swordsman couldn't help but laugh, his smile was a little cold, a little mocking: "What is the reason that makes you feel like this, is there something wrong with the meat soup I ate, or do I have some special killing intent?"

"There's nothing wrong with that, it's just that there's something wrong with your demeanor. The young man in the green shirt looked at him and said, "You have a problem with your reaction as well. ”

"I don't care where you find out or think there's something wrong with me. The black-shirted swordsman couldn't help but sneer: "You said that I was an assassin, an assassin who tried to disadvantage the wood-movers, but now even the wood-movers did not appear at all. Do I just want to drink a bowl of meat soup here quietly, and I just want to watch the excitement quietly?"

"I just came up and happened to see two people from the Divine Prison nearby. The young man in the green shirt looked at him seriously and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, I will go back to find them, and then I will tell them directly, I heard you talking softly to a passerby, and I heard you say that you want to assassinate this wood-mover, I think they should listen to me, at least carefully interrogate you, and then track down your true identity."

Portion. ”

The black-shirted swordsman no longer sneered.

He restrained his smile and his face began to turn cold.

"Mo Ying, although you are very famous in Changling City, Tianyi Pavilion should not want to wade into this troubled water. ”

He said softly in a cold voice: "When you are young, you are easy to be bewitched by some people, and you can't think about your position clearly, these are things that have nothing to do with you, you must intervene, have you ever thought about what the consequences will be." ”

This young man in green shirt is Mo Ying.

Hearing the other party easily state his name, he was even more sure that his judgment was not wrong.

He smiled faintly and said, "I've thought about... Before deciding whether or not to do these things, I had already thought about it seriously, thinking about why I wanted to practice and why I wanted to learn the sword. To learn the sword is to use it, as a Qin person, to learn the sword is to let my Great Qin Dynasty go to a better place. ”

"The law is innocent, and the etiquette is innocent. The black-shirted swordsman said indifferently, "Do you think that ushering in a drastic change will definitely make the Great Qin Dynasty go to a better place?"

"In the previous life, there were different religions, what was the ancient law? The emperor does not recover, what is the path of etiquette?" Mo Ying said calmly: "I only know that the sword moves can only be useful if they change due to the opponent and the situation." ”

"I don't know how many people like me are there today, do you think that by standing up with a character like you, you can change something?" the black-shirted swordsman shook his head.

Mo Ying smiled, "I'm not the only one. ”

The black-shirted swordsman frowned deeply, he took a deep breath, and looked at the sword he put on the table, "Don't you want to do it, and you will do it to me too?"

"I have been learning swords with others over the years, and what I have learned the most is that the real opportunity to dominate the enemy is not to guess how the enemy moves, but to always hold the initiative in your hands. ”

Mo Ying bowed seriously to him and said, "If you have a clear conscience, or if you resolutely refuse to admit that you are an assassin, then I will invite you to compete with the sword now." ”

The black-shirted swordsman finally determined what the other party was thinking, he slowly stood up, held the sword in his left hand, and then looked at Mo Ying with some emotion: "Do you think you will definitely be able to defeat me?"

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