Sword Immortal's set collapse record

Jiang Yubai sighed, slapped Zhou Yan's troubled hand away, stood up, and said, "The masks here are cheap."

The person who set up the stall was an old man in his seventies and eighties, who had reached the age of enjoying life at home, and developed a hobby of making masks when he was idle and bored.A mask costs three renminbi, and the cheapest one in the market costs ten renminbi.

The old man's mask is a little ugly, but he never cut corners, and he is open-minded and open-minded, so Jiang Yubai, who is poor and white, is happy to patronize his old man's stall.But a little prince like Zhou Yan probably doesn't look down on him.

Jiang Yubai slandered like this, while changing the subject: "Why are you here?"

Zhou Yan shook his sleeves, put his arms behind his head, and Shi Shiran lay down: "I guessed that you would come to find Wen Renzhu."

Jiang Yubai's plan was indeed to ask Wen Renju to borrow money to repay the debt, and to draw a line with the little prince along the way.

But Zhou Yan paused and said, "But it's not all because of this."

Jiang Yubai raised his eyebrows, but heard a faint sound of footsteps outside the door.The window was open, and the wind blew in gently along the gap, and the shadows of the trees reflected on the window screen were a little messed up for a moment.

Jiang Yubai held the sword in his hand, and exchanged glances with Zhou Yan who sat up——

With a sound of "clang", the smoky grosgrain stuck to the window was torn apart by the strong wind, and several sharp and hidden arrows shot in silently.Jiang Yubai and Zhou Yan, who flew to avoid it, retreated to both sides, and saw that the wooden boards from the imperial concubine's couch to the door were all covered with hidden weapons, and the small sawdust flew around for a while, but they did not touch the two of them at all. hem.

A figure flashed outside the window, and Zhou Yan said in a deep voice, "I'll go after the one outside." As he said that, he took a few steps forward and jumped, dexterously like a kite, he jumped out of the window with a big hole.

Jiang Yubai shook his head without thinking too much. He attached the wooden sword to his waist and walked slowly towards the door. His long black hair swayed gently with his movements, sweeping across his slender thighs.

"Squeak-"

He pushed open the door, and three pairs of eyes stared straight at him with cold light shining in the night, like weapons, hiding the danger under the coldness.

"Okay, don't waste time." Jiang Yubai swung his sword in front of him resignedly, "The three of you go up together."

The three killers looked at the wooden sword in his hand, and looked the man up and down again.In just a moment, the aura around him became silent, and the threat of a little haze in his eyes was constantly amplified in their hearts, as terrifying as an abyss capable of swallowing wind and snow.

They took a small step back, glanced at each other indiscriminately, and... turned and ran.

Jiang Yubai: "..."

Today's killers are smarter than before.He sighed feebly.

But it's not a good thing for him.

"It's so cold, I don't want to go out to blow the cold wind with you." He sighed lowly, determined to catch the killers before they left the inn.

Or just beat them down.

When Zhou Yan jumped in from the window with a quiver in his hand, he heard a muffled groan, and suddenly stepped on something soft.Looking down, he saw a guy in night clothes still twitching slightly.

Zhou Yan: "..." Are you still awake?

Looking up again, there are two other guys who don't know whether they are alive or dead.

Zhou Yan: "Are they still alive?"

Jiang Yubai, who lit a small stove and warmed himself a pot of pear stuffing, put the steaming white porcelain cup to the tip of his nose, and squinted his eyes contentedly at the warm and sweet smell: "I can't die."

Zhou Yan moved his foot, pointed to the one he had stepped on before and asked, "Then what happened to him?"

Jiang Yubai: "I'm too lazy to do it, so I let them go back to the room to knock each other out. He was unlucky, and the other two gave each other a knife handle without even looking at him. He had to pretend immediately. died."

The killer who was stepped on by Zhou Yan was still lying on the ground, turned his back on hearing these words, and hugged himself tightly under the bleak moonlight.

Zhou Yan: "...Looking at it this way, it's actually quite pitiful."

The killer trembled all over, like a dried shrimp curled up into a ball, completely giving up the desire to survive.

Zhou Yan shifted his gaze to Jiang Yubai, and frowned as he looked at the pear brew in his palm: "The rascal Chun said you can't eat too sweet, and it's best not to drink alcohol."

Hearing this, Jiang Yubai decisively poured the bowl of pear wine in his hand, which he was reluctant to finish, into his mouth.

Zhou Yan: "..." He knew it!

This guy has no obsession with wine, but he can't do without sweet things every day!

Also, this wine is already sweet and palatable, but the small jar of fine sugar on the side is still quite empty... Xiling Inn will not entertain Tianzi No. [-] room with used things.So the only explanation is that Jiang Yubai boiled all these sugars into the pot of pear stuffing!

He walked forward silently, and took away the whole boiling wine pot.Jiang Yubai glanced over lightly, turned his body slightly, his lips touched the edge of the white porcelain cup, his thick and long eyelashes covered his drooping eyelids, and his quiet side face revealed a faint aftertaste.

Zhou Yan... inexplicably felt that he was also a little thirsty.

He quickly turned his face away as if to cover up something, and whispered: "There is something wrong with these killers."

"Yes, the skills are good, but the techniques are too rough." Not to mention the many indistinguishable killers in the rivers and lakes, the killers raised by the officials are probably more professional than them.No matter which one of the above, there should be three corpses lying in front of them now.

Jiang Yubai wasn't worried that these killers were deliberately thrown at them as bait, but they knew that although Wen Renju was a wealthy man, he had the habit of not being accompanied by hidden guards when he slept, so he was obviously instructed by others.But if they hadn't appeared here today, these killers would have been more than enough to deal with a low-level martial arts "fan" like Wen Renzhu.

Those who want to kill him may be overconfident, or even he can barely field such a lineup.

"Who is Wen Renju offending again?" Jiang Yubai put the porcelain cup in his hand aside and stood up.

Zhou Yan glanced coldly, and said, "The one who pretended to be dead is asking you."

The killer lying on the ground in feigned death trembled all over his body. Regardless of the embarrassment all over his body, he hurriedly got up, knelt beside the two of them and said courteously: "Report, sir! We don't know either! We didn't do this job not long ago. When I received the job, I didn't know the details of the employer... He was wearing a black veiled cap, so I really couldn't see what he looked like..."

One of the most important things about being a killer organization is to figure out who your employer is and who you are going to kill.The leading organization in this industry, "Shuoye Pavilion", could anonymously post Wujintie with enough money in hand. If Shuoyege received Wujintie, it would definitely get things done.But most killers don't have the confidence to not be afraid of anyone making trouble.For a killer who is always at risk of being counter-killed by the assassination target and blacked out by the target of the order, not to provoke people who should not be provoked is the first priority of survival.Completing the mission came a long way behind.

These killers couldn't figure out who their employer was, so of course they wouldn't rush to kill themselves after the assassination failed: the other party might not have the strength to trouble them, at worst, they would return the money.

"By the way, there is a piece of jade on his waist. The color is very strange, with blue in the blue... There seems to be some floating flakes like waves, which is really rare!"

——Based on the description, it is the sword of the Bihai Qingming Sword.

It disappeared together with Bihai Qingmingjian after the West Sea Dragon Court meeting incident, but it did not appear in the Moon View Tower before.

Jiang Yubai's eyes darkened.

The killer instinctively felt that he had said something that shouldn't be said, and immediately lowered his head extremely, gritted his teeth and said, "I have absolutely no lies." Then he kowtowed heavily, "Please let us live!"

"Stop first." Zhou Yan frowned and said coldly, "Let's surrender to the government in a while."

Killer: ...

Shouldn't the rules of the rivers and lakes allow them to abolish their martial arts, force them to cut off their limbs, or simply take them for their own use?

What kind of regulations are there for surrendering to the government? !

The killer kowtowed dumbfoundingly: "My lord... please stop joking..."

Zhou Yan: "Do I look like I'm joking? Go surrender, and our officials will punish you according to the law."

Killer: ...

What about the promised rivers and lakes? !

They are a serious killer organization with foundation!Not low-class robbers and robbers!The head can be broken and the blood can flow, and the dignity can't be lost—the killer's face was full of smiles, and he almost shouted, "Thank you for your kindness!"

Dignity counts ass!A few years in prison, not to mention a life, even a hand or a foot, that's a lot of money, okay?

The killer was about to pick up his two little brothers and slip away quietly, but Jiang Yubai suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

The killer threw his companion under his feet with a "plop". Accompanied by the dull sound of limbs falling to the ground, the killer simply knelt down on one knee and said courteously, "May I ask what else you want, sir!"

Jiang Yubai: "...Don't let the third person know what you told us just now."

The killer was stunned for a moment, then realized that Jiang Yubai was referring to the jade pendant, and bowed his head in agreement.

After he left, Zhou Yan said thoughtfully: "The sword of Bihai Qingmingjian...is it in the hands of the Sheng family now?"

Jiang Yubai nodded.

Zhou Yan didn't know what to think of, and frowned slightly: "The descendant of their family is the woman you took the initiative to give up the sword last time?"

Jiang Yubai: "It's her. Speaking of which, if I hadn't met her, we wouldn't have been entangled like we are today..."

Zhou Yan mocked: "... Heh."

Jiang Yubai: "No, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Yan flicked his sleeves, turned around and left: "It's nothing." He walked towards the dark corridor on his own, and took a few steps, his expression could not be seen clearly in the darkness, but the words he added back could not be heard. You Qi was awkward, "It's just a pity. You care so much about him, but he hasn't even asked about you until now."