Skimming the fire

This is definitely the worst business I have ever done.

The Five Immortals Sect next door is a gathering place where moths often make trouble. The assassinations in the castle are often related to them. Either they kill them, or who they want to kill, or because of them, who wants to kill another who.

That day, I took the business of the Five Immortals Sect as usual, and went to Chunyang Palace to kill someone.

Squatting among the snow-covered trees, I sighed again, as expected of the Naoyao Sect and the Scumbag Palace.

Fortunately, this person in Chunyang Palace is a sword cultivator, otherwise I might not be able to beat him.

It was also a trick of fate. In the end, I finally saw that the one who was going to be killed by me was a woman.

A pregnant woman.

She was dressed in a loose white dress and sat in front of the courtyard.

The leader Li Daochang pinched his white beard and said something to her, probably words of comfort.

The woman's demure appearance and indifferent expression are worthy of being taught by Chunyang Palace, and she has a demeanor of everyone.

I think I want to kill her, purely courting death.

Thinking of the half-hour Zhenshanhe, or the Liuhe Duzun covering the entire Chunyang, it seems like it doesn't cost money.

Besides, one dead body and two lives.

I think it's fine to go back and refund the deposit. I can't do this, and my life will be lost.

But destroying the task of withdrawing the deposit is also a bad thing to tarnish the reputation of the sect.

This person is absolutely unacceptable to be killed. If it is spread out, it will not be a matter of ruining the reputation. I am afraid that my Tang Sect will be listed as a member of a cult.

The reputation of the left and right will be ruined, so I might as well be a righteous man for a while.

It so happened that the headmaster said loudly: This little friend, you might as well show up and say something.

I squatted on the branch of the welcoming pine, touched the mechanism of the flying star in my hand, and held the mechanism of the flying kite tightly in my pocket with the other hand.

I'm quite sensible when I speak, with a bit of embarrassment in this kind of understanding: Good afternoon, the head.

Grandpa Li smiled at me and stroked his white beard: Good afternoon, little friend.

He pointed to the girl and asked me: Ah Qing is my disciple, she has always been well-behaved and calm, not a troublemaker.The little friend came here this time to take A Yin's life, can you tell Pindao about the reason?

I quickly replied: Ah, I am not...

"He is not my husband. 』

The girl's voice was soft, neither humble nor overbearing.

I nodded: People in Xiatangmen only take people's lives for money, and they don't know the reasons for their grievances.

The old man smiled very charmingly.

I heard the girl explain the reason in a few or two sentences, but I didn't dare to ask whether it was true or not, so Da Yi Ling ran a few words and then retreated.

This time I came down from Mount Hua on the official road of Chang'an. I unilaterally broke the contract and didn't dare to trust me, but I didn't dare to go back to the fort.

On weekdays, although my fort is doing the business of exchanging six and a half catties of people's items for money, but after all, I am a martial arts school, so it is better not to do some things that are embarrassing.

For example, this time, it was a Mingjiao man who seduced Chunyang's couple. The Taoist leader left his wife who was four months pregnant and ran away, but the Mingjiao man was insidious and cunning, pretending to be from Miaojiang The appearance of coaxing me to be the head of the castle is why I got this business.

Now I can't afford to offend both sides.

With the head of the sect, this Chunyang woman can’t be killed; from a moral point of view, this woman can’t be killed either; if I don’t kill this woman, I will be ridiculed by those “respectable people” who say nothing. up.

I wandered along the official road for a few days, and no enemy came to my door, so I thought it would be a bit reasonable to come to Chunyang to do things.

They want me to spread the whole story, not only to clear the snow in front of his Chunyang gate, but also to add obstacles to my fort, they just need to turn around and call the banner of "clearing the gate of the master", and they will not lose face Jialing River.

My fort is really difficult to do.

I simply walked northward, left the official road, and went outside the pass through Shaolin, intending to hide from the wind.

Whoever likes to explain will explain.