happy day

Yun Jue watched for several days in the teahouse opposite Boji Study.On this day, a tall, thin, scholar-like young man came to the study, and took away several framed scrolls of calligraphy and painting.

Yun Jue knew that this person was a poor painter. He had been here a few times, and he always took the finished paintings to his study for mounting, and after they were mounted, they took them away and sold them.Only this time, Yun Jue clearly remembered that he sent five paintings, but took away six scrolls.

After the scholar paid the framed silver to the assistant, he wrapped a bundle of scrolls in furoshiki on his back and walked out of the study.Yun Jue put the tea money on the table and left the tea house.

Yun Jue followed the scholar all the way to the antique calligraphy and painting street in the east of the city.The scholar had an open-air booth at the corner of the street, hung the framed calligraphy and paintings on the wall behind him, and sat beside him with his head bowed, neither selling nor asking for business from passers-by.

Yun Jue stood at the corner of the street looking at his paintings, two landscapes, a gentleman in four seasons, a flower and bird, and a crane.The painting is good and has an artistic conception, but there is still a certain distance from the treasures.The clouds are absolutely counted, and there are five.Another scroll was casually placed by the scholar's feet without any intention of hanging it.

The scholar covered his mouth and coughed twice from time to time, and stretched out his hand to rub his chest, looking weak and weak.An old lady passing by, though she didn't buy the painting, threw him a few copper coins and muttered, "Poor thing!"

The scholar bowed his head to thank the aunt, picked up a few copper coins and put them in his arms.

Throughout the afternoon, none of the paintings were sold. Only a passerby pointed to the picture of the crane and asked the price, shook his head and left after listening.The scholar was not in a hurry, seeing that it was getting dark, he unhurriedly took the painting off the wall and rolled it up on his back.

Yun Jue followed the scholar until they reached a secluded alley where there was no one else. Yun Jue walked up to the scholar, "Brother, I really like the picture of the gentleman in the four seasons on the wall just now, can you let me take a closer look?" have a look."

The scholar's slender eyes swept across Yun Jue's face, and he slowly untied the burden behind his back.

Yun Jue was the first to grab the scroll that hadn't been hung up, "I'll get it myself."

As soon as the scholar grasped Yun Jue's wrist, he said softly, "My lord, you got it wrong, the picture of a gentleman of four seasons is next to it."

"It doesn't matter," Yun Jue did not let go, "Each of Xiongtai's paintings has its own artistic conception, I will appreciate it again, choose a favorite one and hang it in the study, and enjoy it every day."

A wave of internal force emanated from the scholar's palm, fierce and strange, which was extremely inconsistent with his meek appearance.Yun Jue moved to resist, the two internal forces intersected, and they were no match, and the two immediately bounced off.

A gust of wind came straight towards Yunjue's door, Yunjue swept aside, and the person had already slipped a foot away.

The scholar didn't know when he pulled out a soft whip from his waist, the whip accompanied by the howling wind, covered Yun Jue in it. With a sound of "stab", Yun Jue's sleeve was pulled by the soft whip, causing a big cut.

Yun Jue drew out the dagger in his sleeve, and stabbed the scholar's shoulder with his hand back. The scholar turned sideways, and Yun Jue turned the dagger, cutting through the clothes on the scholar's chest.

The scholar's soft whip swept over again, Yun Jue raised his dagger and slashed towards the whip, the soft whip wrapped around the dagger like a spirit snake, their weapons were entangled, and they exerted force at the same time, the soft whip was under the action of two forces Stretched straight.

The scholar said with a smile: "Twenty-three, you are still the same, and you will not suffer at all."

Yun Jue also smiled, "Nian Ling, your disguise method is getting better and better. If I hadn't looked closely, I wouldn't even be sure it was you."

If Yun Jue had anyone who could be called a friend in Drizzle Pavilion, it would be Twenty Zero.Nian Ling is one year older than Yun Jue. When they were training in a secret mountain depression in Xiaoyu Pavilion, the two met for a fight for a piece of steamed buns. At first they didn't like each other, but later they worked together together.

The training in childhood was extremely cruel, and less than one-third of the children survived to debut as killers.Those who died of illness, starved to death, fought with other children, died of unbearable torture and mistreatment abound.

The children who can survive are like rolling over in hell, with the forbearance and ferocity of a wolf.Of course, in addition to being tough and ruthless, it also depends on luck.For Yun Jue and Nian Ling, they have one more capital to survive, that is to support each other, the strength of two people is always greater than one, which prevents them from being in a complete state when fighting against the old and cruel children. disadvantage.

Nian Ling made his debut as an assassin a year earlier than Yun Jue, so the two of them hadn't seen each other for four years.

Yun Jue looked at Er Ling, "I remember you said that your real name is Ji Bai, what is your current name?"

"It's still this." Ji Bai smiled, "I have always kept the name my parents gave me in my heart. After I left the mountain col where I was training, I resumed my real name. Anyway, my parents passed away early, and there is no other name in my family. No one in this world would care about my original identity. I know that you changed your name to Yunjue, you left Yingxiu Building not long ago, and now you live in a house in a side alley on Yangliu Street."

Yun never expected Ji Bai to understand his situation so clearly, and then came to his senses, "So you are already the hall master in the capital area."

Ji Bai nodded, "I completed the assassination mission of a hundred people and was promoted to hall master. Not long ago, the hall master in the capital was promoted to elder and transferred back to the headquarters of Xiaoyu Pavilion, so I replaced him and came to the capital. Speaking of which, I just It hasn't been long since I've been here, there are a total of a hundred killers lurking in the capital and the surrounding counties, and I haven't identified all of them. So I haven't had the time to find you."

Ji Bai raised the scroll in Yang's hand, "I still have a portrait to send. I have a lot of tasks recently, and I have no free time every day. Come with me."

As night fell, it was already dark.The two turned into a shop area on the edge of the west city, and came to a blacksmith's shop.Ji Bai leaped onto the roof.When he came out again, the painting scroll in his hand had disappeared.He patted Yun Jue on the shoulder, "Go, go sit with me."

Ji Bai took Yun Jue to Wuyi Lane in the south of the city, surrounded by ordinary people who do small business or give help.The place where he lives is very inconspicuous, just a dilapidated small courtyard, a main room and a built-out kitchen, and a well in the small courtyard.

The two of them fetched water to wash away the disguise on their faces, Ji Bai removed a piece of soft clay from his throat, and only then did he restore his original voice.Yun Jue shook his head and sighed, "You're still so cautious, just disguise your appearance, even your voice."

Ji Bai wiped off the drops of water on his face, "I'm new to the capital, so I have to be more careful. In our line of business, if your identity is found out, you will be 'dead'."

Ji Bai's face is handsome and refined, with a bookish air all over his body, if he holds another book in his hand, he will look like a scholar who "keeps his ears out of the window and only reads the books of sages".

He was still as tall and thin as he was a few years ago, coughing twice from time to time, as if he was infected with consumption.In fact, it was just an illusion, when he was climbing trees to pick fruits in the mountain depression, he relied on his thinness and agility to scurry among the branches, Yun Jue couldn't catch him.

Every killer has his own style and disguise. Ji Bai looks sick and weak, but Yunjue knows that he is by no means as pure and harmless as he appears on the surface. How can there be any good killers out of Xiaoyu Pavilion?This guy is merciless when killing people. He usually covers his chest with one hand and stabs a knife underneath with the other.

The two of them sat in front of the broken table with peeling paint, and Ji Bai gave Yun Jue a cup of tea made from tea foam from the big teapot, "I don't have any good things here, so you just make do with it."

Yun picked up the teacup indifferently, "Back then, I had eaten all the bark and grass roots, so what else is there that I can't eat or drink?"

When the two of them thought about their childhood, they were also very sad. No matter what, it was not easy to survive.

Yun Jue took a sip of tea, "Thank you for the matter of Wei Ru, I know you must be the one who transferred her to the capital."

Ji Bai waved his hand, "Wu Ru grew up under your noses, and I also treat her as my own sister. We made an agreement when we were in the Drizzle Pavilion, whoever becomes the hall master first will take care of her." Recruited to my subordinates. Anyway, I was one step ahead of you, and it is only natural to take care of her. Before I came to the capital, I heard that she had left the teacher, and there happened to be another killer missing from the capital, so I asked her to come here."

Xiaoyu Pavilion collects orphans from all over the country, selects those with good qualifications and sends them to the mountain for secret training.Yun Jue's home in Yangzhou was wiped out by the Jiaosha gang. His brother and sister lived on the streets for two years, following a group of beggars to make a living, and were later taken away by people from Xiaoyu Pavilion.

At that time, Ruo was only four years old, such a young child usually does not live for a few days.Seven-year-old Yun Jue beat Ji Bai badly in order to get a piece of steamed bun for his younger sister, and was so frightened that she cried.

Seeing that his sister was crying, Yun Jue hurried back to coax her, and when she was wiping her tears, he saw a piece of black steamed bun handed to him.A piece of dirty steamed bread became the opportunity for their initial alliance.

The two of them survived the harsh training together by protecting Muru, and now that Ji Bai has settled Muru in the capital again, Yun Absolute is sincerely grateful to him, "I was worried about Muru, but now you are the hall master. I'm relieved."

Ji Bai was a little puzzled and said, "I gave Yao the following assassination mission, and the target is Wu Luan, the current uncle of the country. Wu Luan is just a dude in the capital. I thought it would be easy to kill him, especially with you here, I would definitely kill him." Solved this task for your sister in the first time. Who would have thought that Wu Luan is still alive and well after so many days, why, he is very well-prepared, is it difficult to strike?"

Yun Jue's heart skipped a beat, and he asked in a deep voice, "Do you know who is going to kill Wu Luan?"

Ji Bai shook his head, "I don't know. The orders are all issued by the headquarters, and then passed on to the capital. As a small hall master, I am only responsible for sending killers to complete them, and don't worry about so many things. But I vaguely heard that Wu Luan escaped An assassination, this is already the second time. This kid’s life is really big, he survived for many days by luck, and made Geli pay the host a large sum of money. Fortunately, the host was persistent, and the second assassination will have to be added A hundred times the silver."

Yun Jue's eyes were dark, "This is a huge fee, and this host can afford it?"

Ji Bai shrugged his shoulders, "Who says it's not the case? The first time it was 10 taels, and a hundred times it was tens of millions of taels. It's not an exaggeration to say that this host is so rich."

Yun Jue remembered Liu Yiru's words, "I heard that the first 10 taels were shipped from Shanxi, do you know about this?"

Ji Bai smiled and patted Yun Jue on the shoulder, "As killers, we just need to complete the tasks, just do things, and don't ask questions. If you know a lot, you won't live long."

Yun Jue fell silent and fell into deep thought, 1000 million taels, who on earth could afford this amount of money?

Ji Bai asked Yun Jue again, "Who is going to kill Wu Luan? Are you going or should you let Yao Ru go?"

"Of course I'll go." Yun Jue looked at Ji Bai, "I won't let Xiao Ru stick to murder. From now on, you can just give her tasks to me."

Ji Bai understood, "I understand. Don't worry, with you and I here, I won't let Yaoru's hands be covered in blood like us."

"I have one more request." Yun Jue said, "Since you are the hall master, you have the right to assign assassination tasks. Can you transfer the task of assassinating Wu Luan to me?"

Ji Bai was taken aback, "Are you crazy? Killing Wu Luan directly will save trouble! You want to change it to yourself. Do you know what price the court will ask you to pay for this request?"

"I know." Yun Jue looked calm.

Ji Bai was puzzled, "Is this necessary?"

The red line on his sister's wrist and Wu Luan's heartless smile flashed before Yun Jue's eyes, and he said softly, "Yes."