Young man, rich and easy to talk

During the few days he lived in the independent small courtyard, Tang Wuming lived a clean life for no reason. He thought that the master of the sect would send people over every day to make things difficult for him as the right envoy, but in fact there was only Ning and a half In and out of his house to clean up.However, there are three or two fellow guards standing outside the courtyard, and I don’t know if there are any hidden ones in other places. Even if Tang Wuming wants to act secretly, he can’t do it, so he has to wait and see what happens, and see what they want.

But after getting along with each other these days, Ning is very obedient and obedient, and his hands and feet are also very agile. He can understand half a sentence, which makes Tang Wuming have an extra boy servant who can chat.

only……

Tang Wuming sat carelessly on the threshold of the house, and stretched out his hand to Ning who was behind him.

Ning's eyes lit up, and he handed him a dagger.

"..."

Tang Wuming threw away the weapon in his hand, stood up and swept the dust off his clothes, "I'm hungry and thirsty." The young man was taken aback for a moment, and just as he was about to step over the threshold to prepare food for him, Tang Wuming said With a sweep of the sleeve wind, he was pushed against the door panel behind.

The boy had no martial arts skills and his arms and legs were thin and soft, so he had no strength to push away. Tang Wuming guessed that he had just climbed the mountain.Ning Tui refused to open it, he could only watch as he reached into his lapel with one hand, took off the wrapped clothes in twos and twos, and took out hidden weapons all over the place with a clatter.

"You you you! What are you doing!" Ning shouted.

Tang Wuming recalled that day, Qin Xichao also held him in the body search, couldn't help trampling Ning's head with one hand, and said with a smile, "You can't use these things, you don't have martial arts, you don't have a school, you prepare these hidden weapons to do it." What?"

Ning shook the hand on his head, glared at him and said, "The door master said, as long as you kill that person, he will let me enter Jueming Hall!"

Tang Wuming was startled.

"Why don't you kill him!" Ning pushed him back a step, bent down and picked up a palm nail and stuffed it into Tang Wuming's hand, "He's better dead than alive now, why don't you kill him?!"

"Your envoy!" Seeing Tang Wuming froze and didn't speak, the young man shook his arm and called out to him.

Tang Wuming looked down at the palm nail in his hand, and asked, "What else did the sect master tell you?"

Ning thought for a while and said: "The head of the sect said, you will definitely kill him, and you will definitely become the right envoy." Speaking of this, he grabbed Tang Wuming's lapel with both hands and looked up at him, his eyes were red One piece, "I beg you, the right envoy, you go and kill him and let me enter Jueming Hall..."

"Why do you want to enter that kind of place so much?" Tang Wuming asked him.

"My family... was slaughtered by those soldiers. They robbed our food and killed my family... I, I want to learn martial arts to avenge them!" Ning's eyes were red, sad and sad He looked at him with hatred.

For a long while, the right envoy didn't speak. Seeing that his face was not good, Ning quickly lowered his head to look at the hidden weapons that he had secretly hidden on the ground, and stomped his feet on the scattered iron tools on the ground, wondering if he had said something wrong just now. What did you say.

Tang Wuming didn't react when he heard it, but his face was a little dark.There were some scars in the boy's rolled-up sleeves, either red or blue, they were very fresh, as if they had been rubbed, pinched and beaten by someone.

After waiting for a long time, Ning rubbed his eyes, and took a tentative step outside, "I...I'll go and prepare food for the right envoy."

"Xiao Ning."

Tang Wuming called him from behind.

Ning slowly turned to look at him.

"Ah," Tang Wuming sighed, walked over and put his arms around the boy's shoulders, Ning was thin and frail, and he didn't think he came from a wealthy family before going up the mountain.Qian Manmen is not a decent school, the inner sect looks down on the outer sect, good martial arts look down on poor martial arts, those who have killed people look down on those who have not, and the rich look down on the poor.

When he first went up the mountain, Tang Wuming also suffered a lot of ostracism, and later because he couldn't compete with others in martial arts, he could only swallow his anger when he was beaten.A person like Ning who doesn't have any force at all, if it wasn't for his natural talent, he would be able to achieve rapid success in a few years, otherwise he would probably only be able to work as a child servant on the mountain for a few years, and then he would disappear completely at some point.

Tang Wuming shook his head, "You want to learn martial arts... I'll teach you how to use a crossbow. Although it's not the best kung fu, you can still save your life. If your understanding is good at playing, you may be able to go to the big test next year. Give it a try."

Ning's eyes brightened instantly, and there was a sparkle in his eyes looking at Tang Wuming.Just as I was about to thank you, I heard him say again, "But you have to promise me, don't force me to kill people, I don't want to be that envoy."

"Why?" Ning was puzzled, and pointed to the door, "Go and see him, he is living in front of the palace now, why would you rather make him suffer than give him pleasure?"

"..." Tang Wuming was speechless.

Could it be that he simply didn't want to kill someone?The feeling of killing people is very uncomfortable, sticky, fishy and salty, red hot, when the bright red liquid flows over the hands, it seems to draw out something bad, demons or monsters, and Shura from hell...

Not to mention, what exactly did Fang Youli want to do when he wanted to make him a right envoy with little ability.

He could only say, "I'm dizzy with blood."

Ning glanced at him, and walked to the separate kitchen in the backyard, muttering as he walked, "That's not a good excuse."

Tang Wuming looked at the boy's back, leaned against the door frame and smiled wryly for a while.

After Ning went to prepare to eat, Tang Wuming still remembered the promise to teach him the light crossbow, so he took advantage of the clear weather in the afternoon and went out to find some thick wood.

Tang Wuming himself took a wood ax and a machete, and walked up the mountainside of Pianfeng all the way.The wood on Huhang Mountain is not very tall and strong, and the material is not hard enough. Although it may be better to use [-]-smelted iron to make a crossbow, there is no need to get such a luxurious thing for beginners right now.

He knew that there were a few pairs of invisible eyes behind him, and he didn't care. He picked a tree and chopped it, but when he arrived, he found that he couldn't take it with him alone.

He tapped the wood section on the ground with the handle of the axe, and shouted loudly: "Hey! Come out and move the wood!"

No one answered him, and the leaves that were about to fall in the forest made a rustling sound.

"Well, forget it if you don't come out. My dignified future right envoy doesn't even have a log mover. I feel that life is worse than nothing." He said and put the machete across his neck.

The branches in the forest were still rattling, but there were a few more black shadows, masked and carrying a sword, carrying the wood one by one, and following him.

"Heh..." Tang Wuming shook the ends of his hair, lifted the machete and walked in front.

When the group of people finally came down from the mountain, it was already getting dark, and the mist began to permeate the mountain. It was dark and thick, like a poisonous miasma at the foot of the mountain.

To go back to the small courtyard, one must pass through the square in front of the main hall. When Tang Wuming dragged the machete up the steps of the square, he paused for a long time.He didn't really want to see that iron pillar, and he didn't really want to pass that place, but even if he couldn't see it, he could still hear the man's cry—heart-piercing.

Tang Wuming tightened his grip on the machete.

The people in black carrying the wood behind them had very good eyesight, and they could see his reaction even in the thick fog.

"Your envoy, kill?"

"kill."

"kill!"

Walk over, kill him, kill him, kill him... The man in black chanted over and over again, as if chanting a mantra, wanting to recite him to death.Tang Wuming heard the cry of blood from the people on the pillar again, both ears were filled with mixed sounds, and his mind was heavy and painful at the same time.

He took a few more steps forward, approaching the iron pillar, and the machete in his hand drew a shallow mark on the ground.

The man tied to the pole seemed to have heard someone approaching, the iron chain was struggling extremely violently, and the shouts in his throat were about to be split open, and the end was nothingness and weak with no strength.

"Ha—ah——" He yelled a few words that seemed to have a tone, but he couldn't understand what it meant at all.

Tang Wuming filled his feet with lead, and walked forward step by step.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Tang Wuming wasn't the one who didn't wink, he could understand that the man was calling him - telling him to go over and kill him.

How can you not want to die.

The exquisite hollow lines on the iron pillar turned outwards, like sharp knives, cutting nakedly on the flesh.He was tied to the pillar, like fresh meat on the chopping board, and the dripping flesh and blood were cut one by one, the more he struggled, the more painful he was.

Tang Wuming finally knew what those people had painted on the pillar, it was an itchy potion.

The lines were like a knife, and his body was itchy like a sharp knife. Even drinking poison to quench his thirst couldn't stop him from rubbing his body against the blade.The skin and flesh are bruised to relieve the itching. It is both refreshing and painful. It will eventually wear down one's will layer by layer. Then you can watch your own flesh and blood fall to your feet, and stare at your feet soaked in your own scarlet liquid. Grind the meat and cut the bone.

It's better to die, really it's better to die.

If it wasn't for the fog, Tang Wuming would have passed out. He smelled the stench in the air, and the tip of the machete in his hand rubbed tremblingly on the ground.

Fang Youli was forcing him, and if he was forced, he would not be able to stand it any longer, and would eventually end him with a knife.

kill?do not kill?

The door master could see him clearly, but he couldn't figure out the door master.If he killed this person today, what will he face when he assumes the status of right envoy tomorrow?Fang Youli didn't want a right envoy who would divide power and status with him, he understood this clearly.

When does a person keep a thorn in his side?

Fang Youli must be profitable.

Tang Wuming finally let go of the weapon in his hand, and when the machete hit the ground like a boulder, he clearly heard that the gun on the pillar seemed to lose its strength, and let out a long roar in despair.

Just as he was about to leave, a ghostly black shadow floated from the fog and landed in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, an eight or nine-year-old girl ran over from behind with two round hair bags in her arms, and shouted, "Master, wait for me!"

The ghostly man looked back at her, and stretched out his fingers to hook her.

Lord?Which hall master?

My own is definitely not there. The Jueming Hall's master is still vacant, so only the elusive Ghost Hall is left.

Tang Wuming took a step back and looked at the "person" in front of him. The black gauze hat on his head was long enough to reach his ankles, hiding his whole body in it so he couldn't see clearly, only a slender figure could be vaguely seen , the outstretched fingers were pale and slender.

When the girl ran up to her, she quietly withdrew her hand.

The curtain cap turned slightly, and the girl pointed at him with a smile and said, "Are you Tang Wuming?"

Tang Wuming nodded in confusion, "Your Excellency..."

The girl jumped on the spot twice and rushed forward, Tang Wuming had no choice but to hug the little girl hanging on him with one hand.The girl reached out and touched his face, and said with a smile, "You look pretty!" Turning her head to look at the hall master in black, she turned around and added, "The hall master said the same thing."

"Say... what?" Tang Wuming never heard the man speak.

The girl held Tang Wuming's cheek and took a sip, "Our hall master can't speak, but I can understand him, my name is Amang!"

Tang Wuming covered the cheek kissed by Aman, feeling a little embarrassed, "I..."

"The hall master said that he heard about you! Congratulations on becoming my right-hand envoy!" Amang said, "Brother Wuming, you are the first right-hand envoy in our history! When the time comes, you will be the right-hand envoy!" Don't forget Aman, Aman will make a lot of snacks and snacks, and I will make them for Brother Wuming in the future!"

Tang Wuming also saw the black curtain and nodded twice to express his approval.

"..." This is all about what.

Hall Master Guiyin suddenly turned around to leave, Aman kicked his legs a few times anxiously, but refused to jump off Tang Wuming's arms.Tang Wuming had no choice but to hug her and chase the black shadow in front of him.

"Brother Wuming, let me tell you, don't look at our hall master who doesn't like to talk, he is actually a very nice person! Also, the hall master likes the grape muffins I made. Brother Wu Ming, where do you live?" Where I made it tomorrow, I will send it to you to taste!"

"..."

"Oh, hurry up, or you won't be able to catch up with the hall master!" The little girl's high-pitched voice really wanted to pierce his eardrums.

If you can't catch up, won't you come down and run by yourself!Tang Wuming mumbled and quickened his pace, and the men in black carrying logs behind him also followed closely.

Amang chattered non-stop all the way, from pastries and sweets to fragrant tea and fried foods to overseas delicacies, in short, everything is inseparable from the food, and he talked vividly, until Tang Wuming said that his stomach was empty. .

Hearing a few cuckoos, Aman pulled Tang Wuming's cheeks and laughed at him, "Haha! Why can't you help but say so, you're so greedy after just a few words."

The ghost hall master in front finally stopped, the girl suddenly restrained herself, and muttered in a low voice: "I see, it's okay to stop talking nonsense..."

So it was the hall master who blamed her?

"It's okay, Aman is quite cute hahaha..." Tang Wuming smoothed things over.

Amang immediately beamed with joy, and hugged Tang Wuming's neck, "I knew brother Wuming was good! I'll tell you again..."

Hehehe, brother Wuming, I was a little panicked when I heard it.

Maybe it was because she was afraid of disturbing the hall master with her loud voice, so the girl lowered her voice by lying on his ear, but what she was talking about was still interesting and delicious, and Tang Wuming didn't want to listen carefully, just thinking about it When they are going to come to an end, let them go back quickly.

It was nearly dark, and the people in black behind them were carrying logs and followed the surveillance target, and they were too tired to move.

The girl glanced back at them from Tang Wuming's shoulder, and suddenly pressed herself up again. Tang Wuming reacted very quickly and just wanted to avoid it, but Aman secretly touched several small holes on his chest, It made him unable to turn his head and neck, but his hands and feet could move freely.

"!" Although it was just acupuncture, Tang Wuming was also surprised.

This girl's internal strength is no lower than his own, and even if he fights with her, Tang Wuming, who is empty-handed and unarmed, may not be able to beat her.

"Shh..." Aman whispered against his ear, not making fun of it, but serious.

Tang Wuming also understood it in his heart, and quickly walked a few steps, dragging away the tired surveillance follower behind him.

"Tang Wuming, you..."

Amang finished speaking a word lightly, unlocked the acupoints and jumped off him, his face was gloomy and gloomy when he looked up.After running a few steps and looking at him with a smile on tiptoe with hands behind his back, like a cheerful and carefree child, he also stretched out his hand and waved at him, "Brother Wuming, I will come to see you later and bring you something to eat! You must remember me!"

After finishing speaking, he tiptoed and ran after their hall master.

Tang Wuming stood there in a daze, repeating what Aman said in his mind all the time.

Or, it was what the master of the Ghost Hall ordered her to say.

He glanced back at the columnar shadow on the square in front of the temple in the distance, his eyes became darker.