Young man, rich and easy to talk

Early the next morning, Ning hadn't woken up yet.Tang Wuming had already changed into white clothes, and walked slowly towards the front of the hall with his sword, followed by two masked guards as usual.

The people bound on the carved iron pillars in front of the temple are completely humanoid, the red and blackened bloodstains have dried up on the exquisite blades, and the stench and salty smell are especially strong in the early morning autumn wind.

The man couldn't utter a single word, he could only slightly lift his eyelids to look at him, he couldn't grasp Tang Wuming's figure for a long time in his loose eyesight, but he could clearly see the long sword in front of him , a gray and rusty blade knife, facing the left chest in the middle.

The heart is beating, beating extremely jubilantly.

It is both his and Tang Wuming's.

"Ha..." The chains rang faintly, and the chest under the sword moved forward a little bit, unable to speak, he could only exhale haha, "Ha, ha..."

Tang Wuming didn't retreat, even though the blood under the pillar spread all the way to his feet, he only raised his head to avoid it, and gripped the hilt of the sword more tightly.

"Tell the sect master, this person... I will kill him." He said.

The two guards were stunned for a moment, and then they realized that one of them had turned around quickly and entered the hall.

"Ha!" The man yelled again, smiling with a few teeth showing on his bloodstained face.

Tang Liu, the guardian of the palace, said a few words, Tang Liu nodded calmly, put on the last layer of robes for Fang Youli, then knelt down in front of him and congratulated in a low voice:

"Tang Wuming...obeyed."

The voice in the hall fell, and a blunt-edged long sword outside the hall was sent into the man's chest without any hesitation. There was no struggle or resistance. The feeling of iron entering the body was like being inserted into a piece of weak pork, which was beyond imagination. The blood in the wound splashed everywhere, and the dark liquid slowly flowed out from the wound, flowing along the sloping blade towards Tang Wuming's sword-holding hand.

With his eyes closed, he felt warmth seep into his palm.

This indescribable feeling is very wonderful, it is a hundred times more miraculous than killing people with a long-range crossbow arrow. I can feel the warm trembling of the body along the hilt of the palm of my hand. The touch in the flesh.

Soft, hot and humid, sticky, full of toughness.

He didn't open his eyes, but his heart seemed to be more violent than the one with open eyes, and the body under the blade was still alive, so he grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and thrust straight to the end!The trembling of his hands was magnified ten times and a hundred times by the constant pleasure pouring out of his heart.

Sword, and killing—— are perfectly unified at this moment.

The sword should be used to kill, plunge into the chest, pull it out, and plunge in again!

When Fang Youli and Tang Liu rushed to the outside of the hall, they were both shocked by the scene in front of them.In the thin morning mist, Tang Wuming's white clothes were stained with blood, and the dead body on the pillar was riddled with holes. The man in front of the pillar still drew his sword and stabbed it in again, like a machine. It seems completely unaware that the person in front of him has already been tied into a sieve.

The guards guarding the side did not dare to leave their posts without permission, but they also did not dare to take a step closer to him.

Fang Youli's face froze when he saw this, he didn't expect that killing a person would have such a big push for Tang Wuming, which was beyond his original control and expectation.He has already missed an opportunity, and if he misses it again this time, he may not have the chance to repeat it.If this makes Tang Wuming crazy to harm himself, why not take advantage of his sluggishness and kill him on the spot first!

Fang Youli turned the sword around his waist into his hand, raised his sharp eyes, and prepared for the right time.

Tang Liu didn't notice the sect master's movements, he stared straight at Tang Wuming, and tried to call out "Youshi" for a while.

Tang Wuming's sword stopped suddenly, and he stood there reacting for a long time. When he finally realized the meaning of the word "Youshi", he suddenly pulled out the rusty sword from the corpse and swept his sleeve back. Jump up and down quickly, and speed up and slide over at the end.

"Tick tock." It was very clear in the breath-holding silence.

Just when Fang Youli was about to raise his sword, he heard him speak, seemingly in a daze:

"kill?"

Fang Youli frowned, and casually grabbed a guard beside him and threw his internal energy into the field.

When Tang Wuming saw the flying object, he stabbed out with a sword without blinking his eyes!

"Anything else?" He wiped away the splash marks on his cheeks, and blinked at Fang Youli.

After a while, another person flew over.

"and also?"

……

Until there were seven or eight corpses piled up under his feet, the original color of the white clothes could no longer be seen, and there was no one to catch within Fang's reach, Tang Liu even quietly hid earlier.Tang Wuming's expression was as usual, he didn't think that he had done anything sensational, seeing that no one was throwing it again, he was also tired, so he pulled out his sword and wiped it casually on his lapel.

A burst of laughter suddenly broke out in the bloody palace.

"What are you laughing at?" Tang Wuming asked sideways.

Fang Youli raised his eyebrows and looked at the corpse lying on the ground, looking at the sword in his hand, "How do you feel?"

Tang Wuming followed his gaze and lowered his head, looked at him several times and shook his head, saying: "No, the sword is not fast enough."

"Remember who you are?" Fang Youli tried to take a few steps closer, but Tang Wuming's sword was not attracted to him, because he was thinking carefully about the problem with his head down.

"I am..." Tang Wuming looked at his feet, then turned his head to look at Tie Zhu, and finally cast a few glances around, vaguely remembering that he went out in the morning to be a right-hand envoy, so he opened his mouth to answer him, "I am a right-hand envoy? "

Fang Youli was already approaching him, with his palms on his thin shoulders, looking proudly at the treasure in his hand, seeing Tang Wuming staring at him with clear eyes, turning his head from time to time to look at the rubbing hands on his shoulders back and forth. hands, there is a kind of ignorance in the world.

He is now a sword, a treasured sword that Fang Youli obtained by accident.

"Tang Wuming, you are my envoy," Fang Youli said, "You only need to obey my orders, and I will grant you supreme power."

"Can you use a sword?"

"can."

"Can kill?"

"Naturally!"

Tang Wuming smiled, "That's good."

a month later.

The ground in Fufeng Mountain Villa is paved with golden leaves, and the cold wind is howling. After autumn, the fog gradually gathers on the lake. Unless it catches up with the scorching sun for a day or two, the whole Fufeng Island will look like a paradise.

However, the people in Taoyuan are not at ease.

Qin Xichao was wrapped in a plain cloak and stood in the ginkgo garden, in front of Tang Mu's grave.He has always been afraid of the cold, and the courtyard has not been popular for many years, and it is even more gloomy and cold at this time. Apart from the tombstone, there are golden fallen leaves all over the ground, which are paved in a thick layer in the courtyard. There was a creaking sound.

He stared at the cold tombstone for a while, finally sighed and knelt down, cleaning the ashes on the monument with his bare hands.

"Amu, even if I talk to you, you're afraid you won't remember me." Qin Xi rubbed his fingers over the sunken inscription on the stele, which he carved with his own hands back then. It’s time to be reincarnated.”

The wind blows, the stele is silent.

"Four years ago, I said I would never come here again, but I didn't think I would."

Qin Xichao smiled, "I came here to tell you about someone else, that person looks the same as you, but much uglier than you, when I first saw him, I thought he was your long-lost Brother. Amu, if you are still alive, I am afraid you should be like that."

A few pieces of gold leaves were swept away under his feet.

"But you died a long time ago, I still remember this. But I can't help but miss him when I see him, and I force him to keep him by my side as a playful idea, who knows..." Qin Xichao gave a slightly wry smile , "Who knows, I will take care of it later."

"He's different from you, different..."

He was tired of squatting while talking, so he simply sat on the spread of golden leaves, leaning sideways on the cold stone tablet, "He, he is not good at martial arts, good at writing, and he doesn't know anything, but he always hides something in his stomach. With a lot of small thoughts, I don’t know where I’m going if I can’t see it for a while. I’m good to everyone, but I’m not good to myself. I’m a bit stupid. It’s not like you. You have a very clever mind, and you can be regarded as both civil and military, and you can't see how many little girls who admire you with your elegant sleeves all day long, so you know you are at a disadvantage now."

The cold wind pricked his pockets into his cloak, and the frozen Qin Xichao wrapped himself up a little tighter, and smiled at the gravestone: "Don't be angry, I praised you, you see you are so much better than him...he is not at all Like you, really." She clenched her clothes tightly, Qin Xi paused for a moment with a smile, "Not at all."

"I dreamed about him again yesterday, and I was still so angry that I wanted to stab me with a sword. After stabbing, I ran away and I couldn't catch up with him. Sigh..."

The wetness and coldness under his body spread from his trousers, and he talked to himself for a long time, but he also felt bored.After clearing the dust on the stele, he stood up, chopped his feet twice to warm his body, and after a while, he restored the smile on his face, "It's too cold here, I'm leaving. This time I really... I won't come again. "

After saying that, he really turned around and left, walked to the moon gate and stopped, and murmured in a deep voice, "I really miss him."

Qin Feng, who had been standing and waiting outside the courtyard, heard his murmur, his throat bulged a few times but he couldn't sigh. He shook his head and handed over the sword in his hand.If I only imagine the scene of Yuan Le's inexplicable disappearance for two months, I'm afraid my heart will only be more empty than the owner of the villa.

Qin Xichao took the long sword and tied it around his waist without saying a word.

"Villa Master, Master Liu Hua is already waiting in the front hall."

Liu Hua and Mo Ge devoted all their efforts to searching Tang Wu Ming Yue Yu, Mo Ge had not received any strong news, Liu Hua's sudden return to the village today must have made some progress.Qin Xichao was overjoyed, nodded and hurried to the main hall where Liu Hua was.

But before entering the door, there was a stench coming towards his face. Qin Xi stepped towards the sleeves, and saw Wen Muyun with his wide sleeves rolled up and a face scarf tied on his face, bending over to check the contents of a large box of dowry.Qin Xichao turned around and saw that it was half a box of ruins. I don't know how long it had been left there, and some of them were almost rotten.

Qin Xichao looked suspiciously at Liu Hua, who folded his arms and wrinkled, and heard Liu Hua say: "I found out that a month ago, a new right envoy was established in Qian Man's family. He is ruthless and likes to kill people. He often comes down the mountain with low-level reward papers." Drinking blood and murdering life, those who die are not some martial arts masters, but some innocent juniors who have committed evil deeds."

He lowered his head and looked at the limbs in the box. Some of the wounds were bright red, while others were black with blood. Seeing such a technique, if it wasn't for the extremely bad martial arts that required dozens of knives to kill it, then it could only be the murderer's own hobby. Torture, if this is the case, this person is a disaster in the world.

Wen Muyun pointed to one of the broken arms and said, "These wounds are shallow but not deep, the killer's internal strength may not be deep, it's just..."

"Just what?" Qin Xichao asked.

Wen Muyun turned to look at Liu Hua, with a vague hesitation in his eyes, Liu Hua approached to comfort him twice, and nodded for him to speak.The doctor looked at Qin Xichao worriedly, and said, "These wounds are very similar to the sword you were cut by... last time."

Qin Xichao was startled suddenly, Liu Hua took the words, and added a sentence that made him even more angry:

"The right envoy... is codenamed 'Nameless'."