Konoha Aogen

"We will hide the identity of the employer and do not require additional information, but a complete and detailed story will be extremely helpful to achieve the task." On the fourth floor of Mowen Tower, Ye Xuan recited the afterimage to the man in front of him. saying.

"Let him die within a month." The man ignored Ye Xuan's seduction. He threw down ten thousand-tael silver notes without "secret marks" and turned around to leave.

"If you fail, how will you get the money back?" When the iron door opened, Ye Xuan's voice clearly penetrated the man's ears through the harsh squeaking sound.

"none of my business."

Ye Xuan was not a long-winded person. He originally disliked that question that was completely contrary to the original intention of "Mo Wen". It was just this mission that made him a little concerned. Within one month, kill Chen Feng!

Ye Xuan began to worry. What Afterimage was involved in might not be as simple as she thought.

Seven months ago, the lord of "Shangyun City" "Wu Changan" was killed. It is said that when "Wu Changan" died, his upper body, head and face were covered with steel needles, and the real cause of death was a fractured skull. The Wu Changan who was killed was a warrior who had entered the "Drought Realm" like the afterimage. It was not unusual for a strong man of this level to be killed.

The distance between "Shangyun City" and "Kurong City" is neither far nor close, and the relationship between "City Lord Wu" and the "Konoha Family" is neither good nor bad. Ye Xuanyuan did not take this matter to heart. In the following months, the wealthy businessman "Shen Zhong" of "Crescent City", "Zhu Tiesheng", the leader of "Duanzhang", and "Xie Yingzong", the leader of "Moyu Merchant Group", were killed one after another. Although these three people are not important figures, their location is getting closer and closer to "Kurong City". Thinking of today's commission to assassinate "Chen Feng", Ye Xuan couldn't think of any connection, but he had a vague feeling of uneasiness.

"Give it to Mu Qing'er." When Ye Xuan left the fourth floor, he handed a note to the first attendant he saw. Arriving at the stable of "Mo Wen Pagoda", Ye Xuan ordered the groom to bring out a top-grade snowflake horse. "Filled with medicine."

The groom was a little heartbroken, of course he knew what the "medicine" was.

The stables of the "Mowen Mercenary Group" always have five or six good horses, which are of no use on weekdays and can only be given to employers above the "third floor" when necessary. "Medicine" is also something that the Afterimage Arrangement always has on hand. It is said that "an employer who rushes his horse to pieces when he comes will be anxious when he leaves, and must think carefully for others."

"Your Majesty, this is from Mo Wen Tower." In the study on the second floor of the City Lord's Mansion, there was a woman named Mu Qing'er, wearing a plain thin shirt with black hair flowing down her waist like a waterfall. When the attendant approached, she was lazily flipping through the case file. The writing on the note made her regain her energy a little. "How many days will it take, don't worry." Mu Qing'er knew in her heart that the matter of Mo Wenta should not be left on paper. But why did he leave in such a hurry?

Mu Qing'er raised her head and glanced at the attendant. On her delicate and sculptured face, a pair of light gray eyes made her look very indifferent and devoid of any threat. The attendant was dazzled by her gaze and lowered his head submissively, not very afraid.

It was already noon, Ye Xuan came out of "Kurong City", Pegasus galloping. While running, he fed the "scorched yellow dead leaves with fly-green powder on them" into the white horse's mouth piece by piece. "Kurong City" and "Tairan City" are more than four hundred miles apart. Afterimage will not move during the day. He has to get to "Tairan City" before evening. He wants to outrun this horse!

Ye Xuan does not own his own mount, nor is "those people" allowed to have one. Horses are meant to die, and caring about people is already too heavy a burden.

When the gate of "Tairan City" was about to close, the "city guard" saw someone approaching from a distance, so he slowed down the closing speed. When the visitor approached, he pushed faster and faster. At the same time, someone blocked the way and said politely: "The city gate is closed. Come tomorrow." The technique was skillful and the rhythm was controlled to the extreme.

If the city gate is completely closed, the guards will not dare to open it again without giving orders. But closing the door faster or slower is within the authority. The guards guarding the city felt pitiful when they saw that the man in black had dropped two silver coins without knowing it, so they did not make things difficult for him and let him into the city through a crack in the door.

Ye Xuan walked quickly into the city, wearing a soft pure black mink cloak on top of his thin black clothes. Warriors don't wear leather and cotton clothes, they mostly use them to keep out the cold. The cloak is leaky, but has endless uses.

The cloak does not increase the thickness of the "armpit ribs" and "between the legs", is easy to put on and take off, and can hide concealed weapons. The hood chases another steel nail at the opponent, which is a skill that is tried and tested by low-level warriors in fights. Therefore, in recent years, various gangs have classified this trick into the category of "not respecting martial ethics".

Seeking revenge after losing a contest;

Fighting is tiring for relatives and friends;

Fighting with a cloak on your head.

Anyone who violates these three rules will be punished by all the heroes!

This is an era of warriors, and this is an era in which the aesthetics of warriors are gradually distorted. This is the 640th year of the "Era of Disaster".

Cloaks were originally worn only by warriors, but now for every ten people wearing cloaks seen on the street, seven or eight are incompetent in martial arts.

Ye Xuan has already found out the location of "Fengyin Inn". Whenever members of the "Konoha Family" travel to another city, unless there is any special emergency, they must stay at "the highest floor of the west end of the largest inn" in that city. Most of the best rooms in northern inns face north and south. Choosing the "Western Room" is to avoid the most eye-catching upper room. If the highest floor in the West Building is full, you will stay in the next higher floor. If all the rooms in the West Building are full, you will move to the South, East and North in that order.

Ye Xuan followed this method and booked a guest room on the "Western Third Floor". Sure enough, there was a secret message from the family on the door next door. Of course, the afterimage was not in the house, and Ye Xuan didn't expect her to wait there obediently. However, the night sky in "Tairan City" tonight was particularly unfriendly to "Stalkers". You can be sure that she would not choose this kind of weather to do the task.

Ye Xuan used a black needle to poke open the door of the residual image, opened the window, and then went out and locked the iron lock. Then he passed through his room, climbed through the window and sneaked back into the afterimage house, where he sat on the bed and waited to scare her. After waiting for more than two hours, the lights on the street were gradually extinguished, and Ye Xuan finally heard the sound of iron locks. The door opened with two pops, and two hawthorn cores jumped into the room from the "porch". The woman in light blue clothes followed the hawthorn cores and walked in leisurely.

With a "whoosh" sound, the "bamboo stick with two hawthorn sticks hanging on it" shot quickly towards Ye Xuan's left eye. Seeing that the number of candied haws on the stick was about to change from two to three, the bamboo stick suddenly slid half an inch to the left, "Duo" With a bang, the nail was hammered into the wall behind him.

After the afterimage entered the house, someone was suddenly startled. Before he could take a closer look, he threw out the bamboo stick with his left hand. Before the bamboo stick was released from his hand, his right hand had already pulled out the short knife at a faster speed, and in a blink of an eye, his left hand had touched the handle of the knife. She couldn't see clearly the other party's appearance in the darkness, but the sound of "the sound of breaking through the sky suddenly changed" was all too familiar to her. It is "Magpie Bridge".

"Young Master?" Afterimage jumped forward and pushed away Ye Xuan's right hand that was guarding his face. Ye Xuan felt as if a little squirrel had entered his arms, and immediately two snakes were wrapped around his neck.

The afterimage was half-kneeling on the bed, with his face slightly raised, and his arms tightly wrapped around the back of Ye Xuan's neck. The two thin lips opened slightly, prying open the other's equally thin lips.

……

Ye Xuan lit up a candle lamp covered with gauze at the head of the bed. Under the soft light, the afterimage hugged the soft pillow and lay comfortably on the warm couch, breathing long and densely. The faint raised whip marks on his back are still vaguely visible. Ye Xuan looked at Jie Qi, but couldn't help but feel a little distressed. He touched it very gently with his hand, but said harshly: "Why do you always provoke Qing'er? He likes to be beaten. Why don't you just find a little moth?"

"Who likes to be beaten?" Afterimage turned his head and said angrily: "I can't see her looking neither sad nor happy, so I have to squeeze out some expression."

"Hmph, you can always succeed." Ye Xuan found the longest whip mark and pressed it deeply with his fingers.

"Hiss... I also made her laugh, didn't I?"

"That's why?" Ye Xuan asked doubtfully.

"No. I always feel like she doesn't like me." There was a rare sadness in Afterimage's words.

"If she doesn't care at all, you can't anger her at all." Ye Xuan defended Qing'er.

"Yeah." Afterimage was noncommittal. "Why are you here? What happened?"

When Ye Xuan heard this, his expression became more serious: "The fourth floor accepted the commission to kill Chen Feng."

"Ah? Do you know who it is?" Afterimage was surprised, turned over and knelt down, and wrapped the quilt around him.

"I don't know, and I'm too lazy to care. I just don't want you to get involved in something too complicated and let the mercenaries die. Have you completed the mission?" Ye Xuan asked.

"Why don't you do it? Don't you let me go?" Afterimage felt aggrieved. She always disapproved of Ye Xuan's timidity.

"I guess I can't afford to accept your request." Ye Xuan said helplessly. "I originally wanted to accompany you, but judging from your tone, it's done?"

Afterimage's heart moved slightly, but he still couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Huh, if I take you with me on this trip, I won't make it."

Ye Xuan didn't reply, nor was he angry. The task was completed and the afterimage was fine, so he felt at ease.

"Chen Feng's matter has not been arranged yet, has it?" Afterimage guessed that Ye Xuan's character must have rushed over as soon as he learned about it.

"Not yet. The time limit is one month. The leader can handle it himself. I won't overstep it." Ye Xuan said lazily and smiled.

"This money is so easy to earn. Once Chen Feng dies, Chen Qi's 60,000 taels will be taken away. How much will you gain by killing Chen Feng?" The afterimage was naked and wrapped in a quilt, but when he looked at it, he already looked like a "leader" From her expression and her tone of voice, Chen Feng seemed to be a dead person.

"Ten thousand taels, you can't cheat me." Ye Xuan was not satisfied with the tone of her question. He choked on the last sentence and felt like a subordinate.

"Huh, I got half of the money in the family by 'cheating'. I don't know how you treat me." The first half of the sentence is not false. In recent years, the money earned by the "Mowen Mercenary Group" is more than that of the "City Lord" The fiscal and tax surplus of the "Government" plus the total net profit of other private properties of "Night Palace" is still slightly higher. The "Mercenary Group" was originally created by Ye Xuan. In the decades after Chan Ying took over, the name "Mo Wen" resounded throughout the north and south. In recent years, there have even been commissions from the "Western Regions".

"I gave you my body, how can I treat you well?" Ye Xuan said angrily.

Afterimage rolled his eyes, did not answer, and continued talking about Mo Wenta: "Isn't it inappropriate for us to take over the job of killing 'Chen Feng'?" It was like asking Ye Xuan, but also talking to himself. language.

"If you are not the leader, but just a female officer responsible for reception, logically you should not know about another mission. We have received ten commissions to kill 'Chen Feng', and killing him once will not be considered a breach of trust. What's more, we have received ten commissions to kill 'Chen Feng'. These two tasks are different." Ye Xuankai explained.

"I understand, I just feel a little uncomfortable in my heart." Afterimage muttered softly.

"It's amazing that a person like you can manage a 'mercenary group'." Ye Xuan teased. In fact, he also knew that the success of Afterimage was not all due to cleverness and cunning. She was sincerely curious about her employer's story, and she also sincerely admired the mercenary profession. She will bully a junior brother like "Chen Qi" who doesn't understand the market, but she won't match up "a mission that must be fatal" and "an assassin who has no love in life". Ye Xuan is different, he only wants money!

Afterimage didn't answer, looking at the candle lamp, in a rare moment of daze.

"It's over, let's go back tomorrow." Ye Xuan said.

"You're already here, why don't you finish the task? You can save 8,000 taels." Hearing this, Afterimage returned to normal in an instant, and wanted to make trouble.

"I am a 'middleman' because I don't want to take risks." Ye Xuan is a money-lover who cherishes his life.

"It's still early for a month. Let's play for a few days before leaving, okay?" The residual image looked at Ye Xuan pleadingly, looking like a little slave who said, "Master, I'll just tell you, you decide everything."

Ye Xuan would not be deceived by this illusion. He knew that if he refused, he would have to say no to at least dozens of reasons, if not hundreds.

"Go to the post house tomorrow and send a letter to Qing'er." He didn't want to work so hard, so he compromised directly.

Afterimage smiled happily, his bare arms slipped out of the quilt, wrapped his arms around Ye Xuan's neck and took a gentle sip on his face. He casually pulled out the bamboo skewer that was sunk deep into the wall board, wiped the ash he brought out on the quilt, opened his mouth to pick out one piece, and fed the remaining one to Ye Xuan. Immediately, he heard a sound that was more dull than the cracking of caramel. sound.

"The hawthorn kernel is bitter, why did you chew it?"

"It's too sweet, mix it up." Ye Xuan ate candy for the first time when he was fifty-nine years old. To this day, his ability to tolerate sweet taste is still poor.

After spitting out two hawthorn kernels, Afterimage put on a thin shirt and got out of bed. He pulled the rope bell to call the waiter, ordered him to fill the bathtub, ordered him a midnight snack, and then tore off a small gold leaf to reward him. The waiter took it with both hands and went happily.

Exile Diary - Excerpt (4)

Before setting sail, I ordered the female slaves to catch some snakes and keep them on the boat. They actually said they wanted to stay on the island!

think? How dare these bitches say "think" in front of me! And judging by their tone, it was obvious that they had discussed it. That's okay, they must be severely punished! Since we couldn't beat them all, we had to beat the one who took the lead to speak to pieces. The remaining six dragged the "blood gourd" and got on the boat obediently.

There seems to be something wrong with the atmosphere.