I Persuade People With Reason

At dusk, the mountains in the distance are red.

The crimson clouds dyed the sky and the mountains together, like the blood flowing out of the sky.

Yan Feichi was running for his life.

He was extremely talented since he was a child, and at a very young age, he made the Jinghong sword that was handed down from his family to perfection. In general, there are few people who are good at Jianghu and can support twenty moves under him.

But at this time, he was running for his life, like a rabbit who was in a panic and didn't choose his way.

He was originally the only son of Yanxing, the chief **** of the Jiangnan Security Bureau. .

But at this moment, even if his biological father is still alive, standing in front of him, he can't recognize him; Worse than him.

The horse under him was whining, and Yan Feichi was whipping his whip fiercely, not caring that the beloved horse, which he once regarded as a treasure, had become bloodied and scarred.

The sound of chasing behind him was getting closer. Murderous? Accompanied by clouds and clouds.

The steed finally couldn't hold on, let out a long neigh, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Yan Feichi was slammed onto the ground, not caring about anything else, he rolled on the ground the moment he landed, and his toes rose on the ground, and the whole person jumped out.

He was sure that in the past eighteen years, his Qinggong had never been so fast and so good?

Passing through the dense forest and passing the path, Yan Feichi saw a dilapidated temple.

The twilight is like blood on the temple.

Yan Feichi couldn't tell whether what he saw was the afterglow of the sunset or the blood gushing out of his body.

He couldn't hold on any longer, and with all his injuries, he staggered and plunged in.

At this time, Yan Feichi discovered that there were people in the temple.

That is a pair of master and servant.

The middle-aged man dressed as a servant was not looking amazing, and was collecting firewood on the ground.

His breath was calm, and he looked like a woodcutter lost in the mountains, but his palms were strong and strong;

This is a pair of simple hands at first glance. A person with such hands is by no means a simple person.

And the identity of a person who can use such a master as a servant is naturally even more difficult.

Yan Feichi seemed to have grabbed the last straw, and tried his best to walk a few more steps towards where the two were, before staggering to the ground: "Save..." Save me!

He looked up, the rest of the words stuck in his throat.

The previous servant was picking up firewood in front of him, covering most of the master behind him. Yan Feichi could only see a flawless white sleeve.

But at this moment, facing this person face to face, Yan Feichi finally saw the face of this person.

It was a very young and handsome boy.

His brows were sparse, and he sat quietly under the altar, his light white clothes scattered on the dry straw. In the Jade Palace, the statues that stood out on the altar had all turned into clumsy fakes.

Even in this desperate situation, Yan Feichi couldn't help but marvel in his heart - how could there be such a person in this world!

Xu Shi was seriously injured, and his mind was relaxed. When Yan Feichi stumbled and fell to the ground, his body was uncontrollable and rushed forward, planting him on the young son.

In an instant, an untimely thought arose in his mind: "How many days have I changed and washed? If I was slashed out by someone, wouldn't I have died at the hands of the enemy? , but you're going to die here, right?"

Yan Feichi's untimely worry was obviously superfluous.

He had no chance at all to get close to the young man, and suddenly a firewood stuck out from the slanted ground, and with a simple pick, it tripped him to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a sturdy and powerful palm lifted his collar and directly lifted him up, leaving the young man ten paces away before giving up.

Yan Feichi was thrown to the ground, watching the amazing-looking middle-aged servant clean up the young man's body, light the firewood, and stand by the side without any mastery, as if A loyal and vicious dog.

"Young... son, does this person want to..."

He glanced at the embarrassed Yan Feichi with disgust, bowed his head respectfully to the young son, and whispered softly when questioning, but brought out a murderous aura.

It seemed that as long as the young man nodded lightly, he would take Yan Feichi's life without hesitation.

That would never be more troublesome than him picking up a stick of firewood.

Yan Feichi was so nervous that she was breathing quickly.

The young man in white looked at him and said, "Is this ruined temple my family's? Even if we meet by fate, we don't have to shout and kill. It's a waste of time."

Yan Feichi breathed a sigh of relief, with a grateful look in his eyes, just as he was about to speak, his face suddenly changed.

The twilight is four, and the fragrance of plum blossoms suddenly floats in, and the murderous aura wafts along with the fragrance of the flowers, and it is everywhere like twilight.

He slowly stood up holding the knife, looked towards the temple gate, and sighed helplessly:

"This young master is so good-natured, does Yan really wish he could get acquainted with people like this young master as soon as possible. It's a pity that the person who makes the bad scenery... has already arrived."

As the sun sets, several figures have appeared at the door.

Those were three men in purple.

Several people stood neatly at the door, their clothes were made of high-quality silk and satin, and even the sword around their waist was gleaming with cold light, and the hilt of the sword was inlaid with a few huge gems, which was extremely unusual. Looking at him, he really doesn't look like a killer, but rather like a son from a wealthy family.

These three people wore the same half-sided iron mask on their faces, with only one pair of eyes exposed.

"Yan Shaoyao, please."

The man in purple in the middle slowly drew out his sword, his tone was very polite, but his actions were not polite at all.

"...Someone is waiting for you."

Yan Feichi clenched the handle of the knife and said coldly, "Who is that person? Who instructed you to take action?"

He sighed: "The purple-clothed killers who can be assigned at least a hundred taels of gold, if you invite them, there are three, so lavish! Who is that person?"

"In our line of business, the most important thing is to be strict." The man in purple shook his head slightly, "If you want to know, why don't you ask yourself! Please—"

The last word fell, and the three of them shot their swords almost at the same time. The timing of the shot, the movement, and even the strength of the sword's thrust were all in one, tacit understanding, completely blocking Yan Feichi in the middle.

Three sword lights shrouded him.

"If I don't want to go, you can't take me away!"

Yan Feichi snorted loudly, with blue veins bursting out on his face, regardless of the blood that burst out from his body, he drew a knife with his backhand to meet him, but he did not hesitate when he saw a shocking sword shadow floating in the air. To meet the sword light, it is actually a posture of desperate.

In doing so, he turned passive into active. The three who had only intended to capture him alive were **** instead.

For a while, the scene was stalemate.

Suddenly, a burst of aroma? Youyou floated over from the temple.

But the two masters and servants, who were ignored by both sides at the same time, actually lit firewood and were roasting a fat rabbit. The astonishing middle-aged servant also took out a neat pile of seasonings, turned the rabbit with one hand, and spread the seasoning evenly with the other.

With the sound of "Zizi", a more intense fragrance spread out, and I don't know who "gudong" swallowed.

The faces of the three men in purple have completely changed, and the half of their faces exposed under the masks began to turn red and distorted, and there was even an angry light in their eyes.

It was as if he had been subjected to an unbearable humiliation.

The purple clothed man at the head hissed: "If you don't want to leave, then stay together!"

Before he finished speaking, a sword light flew up from the dense net of swords and slashed straight at the two of them, bringing the two of them into the attack range as well.

The sword light is like a dense rainstorm, and it is like the thunder and lightning bombardment in the sky, one heavy after another.

The surging airflow created a gust of wind, and the flames in front of the two suddenly jumped up, and the servant who was making a noise suddenly raised his palm.

The sparks in the sky suddenly splashed out, hitting the three men in purple with unparalleled precision, forcing the three of them to draw their swords back to defend. His own figure suddenly disappeared in place, like a silent ghost.

The twilight has completely fallen, and in the darkness, a few sounds of "dangdangdang" suddenly sounded. That servant never said a word from the beginning to the end, but he looked more like a professional killer than these men in purple clothes. All of them felt a sense of horror in their hearts.

And these people's hunch is not wrong.

When the fire light came on again, the three men in purple had fallen to the ground forever.

After finishing this, An Yan's face was calm, and he went back to the firewood again and continued to roast the fat rabbit slowly.

As if this one thing was more important than anything else.

Yan Feichi collapsed on the ground, and faintly heard the mysterious young man beside him sigh softly: "This is the killer of Tianyi Pavilion? Treating other people's lives like a mustard, his own life is also like this? Do you take it to heart?"

"What the young master said is that it's ridiculous that you don't give up your dignity, honor and disgrace when you do the business of buying your life with money."

An Yan was convinced. He is a great expert among assassins. If it were him, he would only put assassination in the first place, and would never be disturbed by anything.

However, Tianyi Pavilion seems to be related to the Seven Loves Sect of Human Connections. Maybe this is the difference between the styles of Heaven and Humans?

Wasn't it? In order to nod, he sighed again: "It seems that there is a long way to go to rebuild Tianyi Pavilion in the future."

Hearing this, Yan Feichi could no longer control his forehead full of question marks. He slowly applied the golden sore medicine to himself, then slowly sat up from the ground and bowed to the two of them.

"Many thanks to the two of you for helping each other, Yan is so grateful!"

It's just that he couldn't restrain his curiosity. I heard this gentleman mention the transformation of Tianyi Pavilion, how to transform it? Could the vicious killer organization still listen to him?

He thought about it like this, and then asked.

The other party answered happily: "Is it right now, but not in the future. Sooner or later, you have to listen to me."

The tone of the original is not a matter of course, it is justified, and there is even a calm and calm smile on his lips.

The Nine Sects of the Three Veins and Nine Sects of the Demon Sect had already been classified as private property by him in advance, and they were all his future tools.

Thinking of this, I was deeply saddened by the fact that these three men in purple clothes, who did not want to find their own way, were like a vegetable farmer watching vegetables rot in his own vegetable garden.

... Lose three in vain before you put it in your pocket? Ah, these tool people really cherish themselves! In the future, we must strengthen ideological education for them, and must achieve sustainable development and repeated use.