The swordsman Gao Yang became a new celebrity in Biyu City, he killed a catcher, causing a series of sensational events, which eventually led to the complete decline of the Meng clan, and he did not die, or even be punished, which is a miracle, like an aftershock after a major earthquake.

"Both the Dragon King and the Dubu King think I am a character, so they plead with the Protector of the Western Regions and the Governor of the City to give me an amnesty. Gao Yang stood at the wine table and once again recounted his escape experience, glad that his words were listened to and treated as a snack by the other swordsmen.

"Yesterday you said that no one paid attention to you, and you came out on your own, and today it will become an amnesty?"

"Wait for tomorrow, the tall swordsman may be killing all the way from Beicheng. ”

The crowd laughed.

There are still people who remember what he said yesterday, Gao Yang also laughed, and soon found that the laughter around him was not very friendly, and threw the wine bowl on the ground with a snap, revealing his fierce expression, "You two boys are tired of life, aren't you?" Come, let me slash my neck, and you will know if what I said is true." ”

One of the swordsmen shut up and shook his head with a smile, indicating that he was not in the same way as him, and the other swordsman was drunk and staggered to his feet, "You and Wu Xuan have not accepted the ban on killing, so no one is bothering you, I have a ban on the Protector Mansion, if you dare to kill me, you are looking for your own death." ”

Gao Yang's face was red, his muscles were stiff, and his eyes were as white as a wolf, "You asked for it." After that, he pulled out the long knife, he knew that what the other party said was right, but he couldn't stand this evil spirit.

The provocative swordsman was scared, half of the wine woke up, sat down slowly, and muttered, "I just said this......" Other drinkers are used to this kind of scene, whether it is persuasion or adding fuel to the fire, it is often a matter of someone's thoughts, and everyone has not seen blood tonight, so someone immediately got up and grabbed Gao Yang, pressed him to the seat, and the persuasion was just two words: "Drink." ”

"Drink!" Gao Yang grabbed a wine bowl that he didn't know who it was, and drank it all, "His grandmother's, if he doesn't let anyone kill, he has to drink, and he won't be allowed to drink wine at any time, so let's not mix in Biyu City." ”

**The spicy liquid brought a burst of warmth, Gao Yang sighed in his heart, but he couldn't express it, so he had to poke the long knife on the table, which startled everyone, and then shouted: "Everyone, pass on a word for me, Jinpeng Fort is not a killer, Lao Tzu takes over, whoever wants to kill, find me, the price is fair, clean and neat, introduce me to the business, and the remuneration will be divided into two percent." ”

"Once upon a time, it was divided into ...... and fifty"

"Once upon a time, now is now, and Lao Tzu is not alone, isn't there a helper, he also shares money. ”

The helper has been sitting honestly beside Gao Yang, wearing a short jacket in the style of a knifeman, but wearing a scarf commonly used by hawkers on his head, and no weapons at his waist, he looks nondescript in a group of drinkers, and he is cautious when drinking, staring for a long time before swallowing a small mouthful, as if it is a deadly poison.

Hearing Gao Yang mention himself, the helper's body trembled, and he hurriedly said, "I don't kill people." ”

"If you mess with me, you're going to kill. Gao Yang was full of pride, grabbed the helper's arm, and dragged him up from his seat, "Where did you get the money if you don't kill people? Who will give you wine if you don't have money? What kind of energy do you have if you don't drink?"

Although killing people at will has been prohibited, Gao Yang's words were still praised, and the helper felt that he was still good at following the customs, so he also shouted twice, but he didn't expect that the business would come to the door.

The old man sat at the door, as if he had been listening for a while, when he came over and said, "Are you willing to take money and kill someone?"

"Of course. Gao Yang looked left and right proudly.

"How much?"

"It depends on who you want to kill, the minimum is one hundred taels, and there is no upper limit. ”

The old man nodded, as if he thought the killer was professional enough, "Come with me." With that, he turned and walked out of the tavern.

Gao Yang tightened his belt, put away his waist knife, took out the silver and threw it to the shopkeeper, "Don't leave anyone, wait for me to come back, shopkeeper, prepare the wine, I'll treat you tonight!"

Everyone applauded, Gao Yang just stepped out of the tavern with one foot, and the drinkers behind him pointed and laughed at him, and the timid helper was dragged away by his partner, and he vaguely heard someone say: "Haha, Lao Gao is going to be unlucky......

Gao Yang didn't hear anything, in his eyes, the old man walking in front was like a pile of white silver, even if there was a knife on his neck, he had to stride after it, and the poor helper had no choice but to stagger and follow.

Gao Yang suspected that he had drunk too much, because no matter how much he sped up, he couldn't catch up with the old man in front of him, and the distance was not far, sometimes seven or eight steps, sometimes fifteen or sixteen steps, always within sight, "Hey, old man, walk slowly." ”

The helper was more worried about another thing, "It's getting darker and darker ahead." ”

"What are you afraid of, with me. Gao Yang had already let go of the helper, shook off and strode after the old man in front of him, what he was thinking about at this time was neither darkness nor murder, his only thought was to catch up with the old man.

The helper obviously knew some work, but he was not left behind, but his heart became more and more uneasy, "Is it like this in the city? ”

Gao Yang was a little impatient, "Little bald, do you still want to be vulgar? In Biyu City, you have to be bold, gold and silver are everywhere, there are groups of women, you have to rob it, this old man looks like a rich master...... Hey, where's the old man?"

They had reached the edge of the southern city, and the narrow alleys were dark, with only a faint light in the distance, and the old man running in front was nowhere to be seen.

"I think ......" the helper's voice trembled, "I don't think it's right, you better take me to see the Dragon King or the Dubu King, you don't have to kill people to get money." ”

"Cut, just drink the money you get from the killing, come with me. There was also a majesty in Gao Yang's vicious appearance, which was quite tempting for those newcomers, and the helper only hesitated for a moment and obediently followed.

The door of the courtyard with lights on was hidden, Gao Yang pushed the door in, and pulled out the knife out of the sheath, he still had the vigilance he should have, "Old man, Lao Tzu has no time to play hide and seek with you, come out quickly, or I will burn your home." ”

Poof, the lights went out, Gao Yang brushed a few knives, touched anything, he was angry, and shouted, "Dare to play with me, demolish your kennel! ”

No one answered.

"Little bald?" Gao Yang called out again, stopped to listen, and there was no other sound except for his own breathing.

The little bald child has been awake, but he was hit by the acupoint, his body can't move, he can't speak, he only knows that he is being resisted by others, and he has been galloping all the way, and he has not gone far, he can no longer distinguish the direction.

Someone came to answer it, and the little bald man was covered with a black cloth over his eyes, and this time he couldn't see anything.

After walking for a quiet road, the surroundings suddenly became noisy, as if he had returned to the core of the southern city, and the soft call made his heart pound.

The noise subsided, and the little bald child was thrown to the ground, and then the cloth belt disappeared, and the acupuncture points were unraveled, and he regained his freedom, but he did not dare to move, lying on the ground, looking at the old man who had captured him in panic.

The old man is in his fifties, his hair is gray, his expression is gloomy, but his body is very flexible, and there is no sign of aging at all, "What is your name?"

"Shi, Shi Qingjue, who are you?"

"Give you a chance, guess. ”

"You are a subordinate of the Dragon King or the Dubu King. ”

"Hmph, nonsense, guess again. ”

"Are you...... You are the Dragon King's subordinate. This is not so much speculation as Shi Qingjue's hope......

The old man stared at him for a while, "You just treat me as a subordinate of the Dragon King, I heard that you have something to sell, take it out, quote a price, I can do this business with you." ”

Shi Qingjue's heart trembled, knowing that he had guessed wrong, "The thing is not on me, we have to bargain first, and then you give me a deposit, and I will bring the thing to you and collect the rest of the reward." ”

"Long-winded!" the old man snorted, and took out his close-fitting dagger, "Then I'll quote a price first, and exchange your own life for something like that." ”

Shi Qingjue was prepared for the threat, but he was still frightened, stretched out his right arm, and said in a trembling voice: "Then you can kill me, if you want something, there is no way." ”

The old man sneered, "Little monk, it's not so easy to be vulgar, and it's even more difficult to want to die." The old man gently took off Shi Qingjue's scarf, revealing the smooth top of his head, and the dagger swiped around against his scalp, "You have half an hour to think about it, during which I will draw something on top of your head." ”

Shi Qingjue's eyes moved left and right with the dagger, his body was motionless, he knew how to do martial arts, but he couldn't use it at this time, "Wait." ”

"Well, it's like an obedient donkey, saving time. The old man straightened his waist and did not put away the dagger.

Shi Qingjue straightened his clothes, sat cross-legged on the ground, folded his hands and whispered the scriptures, just such a thing can be exchanged for money, he doesn't want to hand it over casually.

The old man's eyes were raised, and he raised the dagger again, there has never been a shortage of braggarts in Biyu City, and this monk is probably no exception, there is no need to waste half an hour, cut off two ears, and see if he is telling the truth.

Alertness suddenly rose from his back, and the old man froze.

"Good. A voice sounded from behind, "It's not too early, you should go to sleep." ”

The old man obediently fell to the ground and really fell asleep.

Shi Qingjue stopped chanting and looked at the pocket old man who suddenly appeared in surprise, "I recognize you, you are a subordinate of the Dragon King." ”

"Well, my reputation is so bad, no one will recognize me without mentioning the Dragon King. ”

"Old man Mu, your name is Old Man Mu. Shi Qingjue exclaimed, this name is indeed easy to remember.

Old man Mu smiled, "This is like words, Shi Qingjue-his real name is Shi Jueqing, right?"

Shi Qingjue blushed and nodded.

"Hehe, the Four Noble Truths are really all kinds of monks, since you know me, then tell me the truth. ”

"How much money can the Dragon King give?"

Old Man Mu showed an ambiguous smile, "It's enough for you to go all the way from the south to the north of Liuren Lane, as long as you can stand it." ”

His heart was seen through at once, Shi Qingjue's face was red, but he was indeed willing to do this business, "I have a list of the living monks of the Four Noble Truths, which records the names and life experiences of all of them before and after they became monks. ”

"What's the use of this thing?" said the old man with a frown, "I thought it was some kind of martial arts secret." ”

"Since it's useless, why did the Dragon King send people everywhere to inquire about the details of the monks?"

Gu Shenwei ordered Xu Xiaoyi to collect the situation of the Four Noble Truths Garan monks for a long time, but the information obtained was pitiful, and the old man Mu had heard a little about it, so he stepped over the old man who fell to the ground and touched Shi Qingjue's head twice, "Come, I'll take you to open meat first, and then talk about it in detail." ”

Shi Qingjue's face was as red as a grilled river prawn, but he was extremely excited in his heart, this was the way he wanted to talk about business.

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