Chapter Seventy-Eight

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Pingzhou, Pingcheng, Pingping is long. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Monk Jinxiu and Wuxin were drinking water, and when they heard the people in the inn talking, Wuxin just looked around at them with contempt in his eyes.

Then he said to Jinxiu.

"Martial arts are like knives, and you don't know the benefits without seeing blood. ”

There was a hint of exhaustion, a hint of mockery, and more hoarseness in his voice, "And martial arts cultivation lies in experience, in moving forward, but if there is a stop, it will be difficult to move an inch." If you don't advance, you will retreat. ”

His gaze was suddenly long, as if he had penetrated time and seen his former self.

Suddenly, there was a layer of blood in his eyes.

The birth of a master is never a simple contest.

It involves life and death, love and hate.

By the result.

One will be successful, and ten thousand bones will wither.

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"I want you to take three lives. ”

Jinxiu frowned, staring at Wuxin with eyes as pure as glass, and the expression on his face showed his heart.

The atmosphere seems to freeze.

The feeling of unintentional is getting colder and colder, his eyes are bloody, and as soon as the words come out, he suddenly turns, and it seems to be a lot more euphemistic.

"These three people can be good or bad, and of course they can be your enemies. ”

It can also be a loved one.

"I'm not going to give you a damn about that. Since I teach you martial arts, then you should listen to me honestly. ”

Why?

This reason is naturally said when you don't want to say it.

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Why? Maybe I didn't bother to ask myself.

That broken jade pendant, did you die in front of yourself, or was you reborn in front of yourself?

Maybe~

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Jinxiu nodded slightly, but had no clue.

So silence.

Wuxin snorted angrily, and the table shattered and turned to powder. Like smoke and dust slowly rising and falling in the house.

Then he got up and went back to his room, but no one dared to stop him.

Xiao Er was shy and very embarrassed to come over.

"This young man, look at this table....."

"How much?" Jinxiu asked.

"According to the rules of the Jianghu Inn, the damage to the items in the store will pay at least 500 silver. The shopkeeper was also a little embarrassed, but he had the confidence to think of something.

"So many?" Jinxiu touched it in his arms, feeling a little chill in his heart.

"If you don't have money, our Jianghu Inn will probably invite you out, the rules have always been like this. Seeing Jinxiu's eyes, he quietly added, "And if you resist, you will be wanted by the Jianghu Inn." Sir, you still have to pay it. ”

Open the door to do business, pay attention to harmony, and think about making money, but definitely not afraid of things.

Jianghu Inn has been open in the world for countless years, and countless people have paid attention to them, but they have always been as stable as a mountain.

"By the way, can I take the task?"

Jinxiu laughed and flashed her sword.

The sincerity of the young man made everyone in the inn lobby feel good.

But they all felt worthless to him, because the monk was obviously not easy to mess with and not easy to serve.

After listening to Jinxiu's words, Xiao Er also laughed, "Yes, I'll remember the account for you first." ”

The smoke cleared, and the green fly was boredly lighting the water in the teacup on the ground.

Not a drop is sprinkled.

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Wanhua Ghost Face is a person.

A person whose identity one can't guess.

A person who is good at disguise.

No one has ever seen him for what he really is, just as no one has ever been able to catch him.

As if it didn't exist.

Six doors offered bounties through the yamen, but no one took the list.

Some of the victims also offered rewards at inns in various places, and if someone could really catch the Wanhua ghost face, they would definitely get a lot of bonuses.

Recently, there have been several cases in Heijo, all of which seem to be related to ghost faces.

In addition to this, Fairview also noted several other bounties.

About killing, of course.

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The bounties in various places have created many legends.

Many of them are even recorded in the local state and government records, and it is possible to make a name for themselves all over the world.

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Dong Xuan doesn't know martial arts, he grew up in the Shanmo Academy since he was a child, and he is extremely smart. Before he practiced martial arts, he once asked himself a question.

What exactly is goodness?

Can Love Really Save the World?

He sat at the desk in the study of the Shanmo Academy and thought about it for a long time. The moon and the sun on the horizon have changed several times.

Until the seventh day.

He finally figured out what he wanted, he gave up martial arts, left his school, and embarked on a journey alone.

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Pingcheng, the sun is warm.

Dong Xuan was watching Li Xiaoru give a lecture to the children, which is what he usually does. It makes her look a lot more mature than before.

The students in the classroom were respectfully asking Li Xiaoru questions, and the students were shouting the title of the Good School.

Young Master Li.

Dong Bei Dong Bugui walked behind him at this moment and alarmed him.

"Father. ”

"Ru'er has improved a lot over the years. ”

"Well, it's enough to be called a good young master. ”

"I'm not referring to that, but she's willing to come to you now. These are her choices at any time, and I just hope you can be the same as before. ”

"Let's go back. ”

The old man looked very lonely at the moment.

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Dong Xuan held on to the railing and let out a long breath.

Do you want to go back?

There's no going back.

"Tomorrow is your big day. Dong Xuan's father's words were still reminding him in his ear.

So, tomorrow I will let the world know.

I'm going to make all things peaceful.

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Ping An Cinema.

A denier.

The actor was sitting in front of the bronze mirror and sketching, sketching again and again, because he wanted to paint himself beautifully.

A scarlet patch.

The floor behind him was stained red.