Jiangnan Bank

When Boss Gao asked him to kill the old man, he gave him four months, and he felt a little unhappy that it was a distrust of his ability.

However, the instruction received in that inn has only one name on it, but there is no time limit.

This is undoubtedly an insult to killers like them.

If they still have dignity.

However, half a day after he came here, he finally didn't think so, and what was replaced was a deeper level of despair.He remembered that when Ye Xiang knew that he was going to kill the old man, he sighed and said "he is not someone you can kill".

At that time, Meng Xinghun was still very unconvinced. It was not until he got to know what kind of person the old man was that he finally understood this sentence.At that time, not only did he admit that he would never be able to kill that person, but even when he knew that someone else was going to kill the old man, he did not hesitate to protect him with his life.

The person in front of him is completely different from the old man. Meng Xinghun never considered that he would be unable to fight, but the only similarity is the difference in strength...

He had to admit that this young man in Tsing Yi who always had a gentle smile in his eyes gave him unprecedented pressure, and even made him hang his head unknowingly.

So I didn't notice the interested expression flashing across the man's eyes.There are many people who want him to die in this arena, but there are almost none who dare to walk up to him and kill him alone.

Even Tang Peng, the longest-sleeved and good at dancing in the Tang Sect, pretended to be someone else and joined the power gang, and talked about friends with Mr. Liu Wu, but he never dared to take action against him.

What Tang Peng didn't even expect was that no matter how well the disguise was, his martial arts had never been hidden from the very beginning.

I'm afraid no one in the world will know that Mr. Liu's mentor is from the Tang Sect. He was originally a deadly enemy with the Tang Sect's current ruler, Mrs. Tang, many years ago.

He seldom thinks about the past, so after stopping some inappropriate thoughts, he realized that the conversation between the two had been paused for a long time, and he smiled faintly, not wanting to speak any more.

Meng Xinghun wasn't him, so he couldn't guess what the person in front of him was thinking, but just watched him leaning against the mountain wall, as if he was closing his eyes to adjust his breath.

Is it really so reassuring to leave a person who knows that he is seriously injured and even wants to kill him?Although it was the first time he saw it, he couldn't think so.The person in front of him was almost the most scheming person he had ever seen in his life, how could he trust someone so easily?

It was a long time later that Meng Xinghun realized that the young man in Tsing Yi really trusted him, trusting that he did not threaten his ability.

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Four, respond to the enemy

He lay on the bluestone, listening to the gurgling of the stream.

Originally, they were looking for something to feed their hunger. They hunted wild animals in the nearby mountains and forests and washed them by the mountain stream.After splashing his fingers and cheeks in the cool water, he suddenly didn't want to move any more, so he lay down on the big rock beside the water, quietly looking up at the darkening sky, temporarily forgetting Tired and disturbed.

Just like in his previous ten years of life.

He seemed to see the small wooden house at the foot of the mountain again. A person of his stature was lucky enough to have a shelter, but he never liked staying in that house.

Even if there are lights, wine, and sometimes women in the cabin.

He always ran to the mountains and forests far away, looking for a place where a mountain spring flows, and lay down on the bluestone beside the stream.Especially at night, just looking up at the starry sky without thinking about anything, occasionally seeing shooting stars passing by, but he never thought of making any wishes.

For a person like him, can he have more hope in this life, and what wish can God possibly fulfill?

But those days are long gone after all, and now he is lying quietly, listening to the spring water ding-dong, listening to the mountain wind sobbing, the cynicism and the pain that is too deep to be dismissed have long since disappeared in his heart, but there is a kind of deep-seated longing .

These were all given to him by a girl, Xiaodie...

He didn't really live until he met her.No matter what the price is, he will return to her.

So, he slowly collected his thoughts and recalled the experience of the day.

His luck can't be considered too bad. Being here for half a day has allowed him to meet many top figures in this arena, almost more than the total number of big figures he has seen in his previous assassin career.

At that time, almost all the respected people he had met died under his sword without exception.

At other times, when he is not needed to kill, he hardly ever goes out.

Except for the occasional in and out of Merrywood.

In Boss Gao's happy forest, people from all over the world come and go, but he never gets close enough to see them clearly.

He is a killer, and when he is not killing people, he is just a ghost in the forest, unable to stand in the sun and appear in front of the world.

He is a blind man.

What's more, he doesn't even bother to get acquainted with those disgusting people, those people who can even betray Lao Tzu for profit, those people who want to kill but dare not do it themselves, and only dare to hide behind their backs and pay for the killer.

Although he himself is more pathetic, only the price, no thoughts and emotions.

After lying quietly for a long time, he finally thought of the mission of this trip.

Until now, he still has no plans or ideas, and if possible, he doesn't even want to think about it.

He is no longer the ignorant, low self-esteem but arrogant killer of the past. He already knows that no matter how fast his sword is, there is a sky beyond the sky in this world, and there are people beyond people, and some people cannot be dealt with by him.

He is no longer the person who is numb to life, who is equally indifferent to killing and being killed.

When he has concerns, he will inevitably worry about gains and losses.

But he was not afraid either. Love made his heart no longer cold, but it also made him softer, but it also made him stronger than before.

But he wasn't half sure that he could kill the person who hadn't let him find the slightest weakness.

What he saw and heard in a day was enough for him to understand the ability of that person and what he did. He knew that under the calm strategy of that person, the overnight changes in the arena and the disintegration of countless sects.

It's just like laying down chess pieces lightly, letting his subordinates appear in irreplaceable positions in every plan, and then the ending seems to be taken for granted.

This was also different from the people Meng Xinghun had killed in the past. Those big figures in the Jianghu generally used the most elite power to set up a protective shield around them.

Even the people of the righteous way by the Huanhua Creek showed obvious surprise in their expressions, surprised that they would have such luck to stop that person when he was alone.

A hint of confusion flashed in Meng Xinghun's eyes, and he also couldn't figure out the situation in front of him.The people in the Jianghu he had met would never fail to prepare a retreat before taking action, so he never thought that the young man in Tsing Yi would not be taken back to the gang by his subordinates even though he was seriously injured.Those people in the righteous way probably didn't think about it too much, and no one thought of searching for his whereabouts nearby.

Meng Xinghun didn't know that the people in the power gang were deeply convinced by the Fifth Young Master, and there was never any deviation or accident in his plan.

It was as if he didn't know that when he suddenly appeared by the Huanhua River, the young man in Tsing Yi was planning to go back to the sword house of the Xiao family where he had just left, to kill an unknown man named Xiao Qiushui. young people.

Unfortunately, it was a step too late, which led to the subsequent passive restraint.

When the stars finally shone on the sky, Meng Xinghun realized that he had been away for a long time, and then walked back along the old road.

Thirty steps away from the bonfire, he stopped.Even if the senses are dull enough to not detect the murderous intent, this distance is enough to see the two people standing facing each other clearly.

And he stopped because if he went any further, he might be affected by the two people who were fighting.

The person who appeared suddenly was not young, but it was obvious that he had lived all these years in vain, and possessed extremely profound skills.

After careful examination, Meng Xinghun found that the man had never hidden any weapons around his body, which meant that the man was good at palm and boxing skills, or small and delicate grasping skills in close combat.

But this person was obviously quite afraid of the young man in Tsing Yi, and he didn't dare to approach him rashly, so the two people standing opposite each other could only stand by each other when there was no weakness in the other party.

Although the visitor looked impeccable and had no flaws in his body, Meng Xinghun had already keenly seen the undetectable look of surprise and anxiety on this person's face. The group of people by the side didn't seem to be all the way, but they seemed to have learned that Mr. Liu Wu was seriously injured and dying before they arrived. Could it be that the previous fight spread so quickly in the Jianghu?

With a leisurely smile, he stood on the ground calmly, and he couldn't see that he was supposed to be a desperate person.

In normal times, it would be easy to kill the opponent in front of him, but at this moment, before the opponent reveals his flaws, he is not sure that he will hit with one blow.As for the current confrontation, apart from relying on mental strength, the most depleted one is true energy and internal strength.

But at this moment, he has the least capital.

The truth was clear to all three present.

Meng Xinghun held the long sword in his hand, and didn't have the slightest intention to step forward.From a rational analysis, no matter what the outcome of this battle is, it won't be too bad for him.

What's more, although he didn't have the awareness of a fair confrontation in his life, at least he would not intervene in other people's battles.

Just like the three of him and Ye Xiang Shiqun, they can entrust