Cultivate with an African God

That night.

The moonlight fell into the room through the panes, the room was dark, and some people were sleeping soundly.The man was sleeping soundly, his body was in a large character stretched freely, and he was defenseless.

This is the young master of Feiyun Yinzhuang. Under Feiyun Yinzhuang, there is the largest casino in the capital. Yinzhuang is engaged in the business of the world. The casino earns both black and white money. The momentum of Feiyun Yinzhuang It should not be underestimated, their young master is a dandy, perverted and unusable. Just today, he also heard that this young master has seized someone's land and insisted on using it as a cemetery.He did suspect that this was some kind of cover-up, but from the investigation of other information of Yuezhao Canque, he found that the one to be buried was just a mortal swordsman. The condition is to bury his master for him.

Now that he saw this young master, he was even more sure that this person was not his opponent.Posture reflects a person's state of mind. He believes that his opponents have received letters ordering them to kill each other. In such a death crisis, even if they can sleep, they should not be in such a posture of fully revealing their vitals.

But no matter what, this person still wants to kill.

Because at this moment his identity is the killer of Yuezhao Canque, and that young master is the target of his assassination.

He was spinning a dagger in his hand, and it shimmered uncertainly under the moonlight.

As soon as the light of the knife froze, his dagger had already pierced into the chest of the man on the bed!

There was the sound of metal clashing in the silent room, the dagger stopped, and the light of the knife flickered a few times.The man looked in amazement, it was a sword against his dagger, a fine steel long sword, not a magical weapon, but the person who made the sword was horrifying.

It was fast and silent, and the angle was as delicate as if it had been calculated.The man did not know where he came from, but he had quietly come to his side, and the sword light turned, pointing at his vital point!

——A true master who can defeat the enemy without medicine.

The dagger fell on the bed, but the person who was supposed to be asleep sat up and picked up the dagger. Although his expression was still a little sleepy, his eyes were extremely bright.

"Where's the corpse?"

Zhong Zijin looked at the ground: "...It's gone."

The dagger in Mu Xinghe's hand turned around, he seemed not afraid of being scratched at all, and he yawned, and said: "It's also strange, when real people die like fake people, fake people die Sometimes it looks like a real person.”

"Maybe the Yonghui Sword is the real one, and he is the fake one?" Zhong Zijin said casually, as if he found something on the ground, he bent down.

Mu Xinghe said slowly: "I woke up when you guys made any noise. He was dressed in black, but there was a silver moon symbol on the corner of his clothes. He sneaked in at night, and he was probably a killer from the moonlight. Killers often hope for a blow. Must kill, before the action must go through a long period of lurking, looking for an opportunity when the other party is defenseless, but he doesn't have it, he doesn't even know that you are with me. He has power, but the assassination method is very unfamiliar, and the action and identity cannot match. So he is our opponent in his own right."

"You're right," Zhong Zijin straightened up slowly, and threw something beside him, "That person didn't have a body, but left such a thing behind."

Mu Xinghe put down the dagger and picked it up. He was very familiar with the outline - it was a medicine bottle, and the contents of the medicine bottle were also very familiar. It was the elixir that could restore a small part of their strength.

Mu Xinghe whistled, said a few words that Zhong Zijin couldn't understand, such as killing explosive equipment and wanting more couriers, and then threw the medicine bottle to Zhong Zijin.

"you eat."

Zhong Zijin was stunned: "I can protect myself."

The implication of this person is that Mu Xinghe is very weak now and can't protect himself at all. This deeply hurt Mu Xinghe's masculine self-esteem. He pointed to his head and said, "I have wisdom!"

Zhong Zijin reached out and handed him the medicine bottle: "I have more wisdom!"

Mu Xinghe sneered at Zhong Zijin ferociously, refused to answer anything, and finally collapsed on the bed with a very rascal posture.

"The core of the rules of the dead city is not to hide your identity, nor to try your best to kill people, but to obtain resources. After all, no matter how smart you are, no matter how strong your original ability is, you are just an ordinary person in the dead city, a period of training or even nourishing your energy. , How to fight against Jiepo?" Mu Xinghe shook his head, and analyzed with him, "Killing is the main way to obtain resources, but because of the existence of forces, our early behavior is restricted. Before the ability exceeds the range that can ignore forces, Hiding your identity, observing the situation, and fishing in troubled waters are the best methods. You are a sword cultivator, holding a sword in your hand, and you are less likely to be detected than a young master holding a talisman. And your current identity is my close bodyguard, you If I am strong, I will be strong."

"...I haven't lost my soul yet," Zhong Zijin accepted silently, and looked at Mu Xinghe, with an indescribable gleam in his eyes that was constantly fluctuating, "If I did, maybe it would be more useful."

Mu Xinghe looked at his figure.In fact, that is not Zhong Zijin's figure, nor is it Zhong Zijin's appearance.Over the years, he sometimes happens to meet Zhong Zijin on his adventures with him, so even though he is growing up, losing his original immaturity and clear background, Mu Xinghe also knows that Zhong Zijin is Zhong Zijin.He is always straightforward, straightforward, and a friend who can stand in front of him without doubt.

Mu Xinghe did not answer the conversation as usual.

He watched the night wind blowing the young man's forehead hair, suddenly lost his mind, and said, "I'm actually a little skeptical. You don't want to go back to Yingzhou because you are not broken."

"—How is it possible!" Zhong Zijin was stunned, and retorted subconsciously. Mu Xinghe was still looking at him. It's still quite...unbearable. But rather than being unbearable, I want to be stronger, and I hate myself. I want to be stronger... Only by becoming stronger can I get revenge, find the truth, and—"

He subconsciously avoided some topics, so he didn't speak clearly, and even confused, and finally stopped his own words abruptly, his eyes were more turbulent than the sea tide under the storm: "But maybe my obsession is too urgent, and my heart Dishonesty will never end."

Mu Xinghe could feel the anxiety.He can also know that Zhong Zijin's reputation is getting weaker and weaker day by day. From that famous swordsman to an ordinary Yingzhou disciple, Zhong Zijin has not changed, but things in the world will always retreat if they do not advance. , that is just a short-lived rookie.

Many people have probably forgotten the name of Yingzhou Twin Swords.

Forgetting is a very simple matter. Time has an irreversible force, and it will always wear down many traces. Even though Mu Xinghe has a good memory, many things have faded in his memory. He has already forgotten the appearance of that friend. When someone calls him Xinghe, he will remember that someone called him that way in the past, his eyebrows are stretched and his eyes are gentle.Every time I think about it, it seems that someone has torn the scar on his heart, blood and blood.

He will not forget.

But he won't mention it either.

Mu Xinghe stood up, patted the bed: "Don't think about it, you go to sleep, I'll watch the night later."

Zhong Zijin began to toss and turn, as if he couldn't sleep well, but after all, they are only mortal bodies now, fatigue will eventually erode his body, leaving only the sound of slow breathing.As the sky gradually brightened, Mu Xinghe sat silently on the table for a night on the talisman array. When the light brightened, he began to draw the talisman according to his memory. ponder.

At this time, Mu Xinghe heard footsteps and panting, Zhong Zijin reacted faster than him, sat up suddenly, and then came the voice of a servant from behind the back door: "The young master is not good!"

"Why can't it come again—" Mu Xinghe quickly lay back after hearing the movement, rubbing his eyes and speaking in a daze, Zhong Zijin watched his eyes, nose, nose and heart, and stood aside, sober as if he had stood there all night.

The boy didn't pay attention to Zhong Zijin's slightly messy hair, but continued to yell: "The epidemic... is still going on, and then many people died in Beijing!"

Mu Xinghe was not surprised by this development, and said nonchalantly: "There are poisonous smog, of course people will die, don't people die every day in the capital?"

"It's not this!" The little servant said anxiously, "Many important people were assassinated last night, and they didn't die from the epidemic..."

Mu Xinghe and Zhong Zijin looked at each other, and they saw the same seriousness from each other's expressions.

The assassination they experienced last night has also happened to many people.The identities of the deceased last night were different, and their ages were different. The only thing they had in common was that they were people with names and surnames from the major forces in the rivers and lakes.Obviously, the purpose of the murder was to kill all possible opponents. His purpose was the same as that of General Megatron back then, but the means were obviously better.

"Among the dead, there are important officials of the imperial court, evil cult guardians, and righteous heroes." Mu Xinghe unfolded a map of the capital city, and kept pointing on it with his fingers, from the edge of the map to the center, and from the center to the other side, " It is impossible to complete such an assassination across a city overnight by relying on one's own strength alone, but because the types of the deceased are similar, it can basically be concluded that it was a single incident. Then, the most likely thing is that someone placed an order with the assassin organization."

"The only well-known killer organization here is called Yuezhao Canque." Zhong Zijin added.

Mu Xinghe tapped his fingers on the table and made regular noises: "There are two possibilities here. First, the boss of Yuezhao Canque is our opponent and ordered his assassins to assassinate us, but Yuezhao Canque's innate This is the advantage. If you have this heart, you will not wait until today to act. Second, others hired Yuezhao Canque to kill these people. In fact, the Lord of Yuezhao Canque is very cautious, holding power in his hand, but waiting for others to seek Cooperate, and hide in the dark to find out the truth. According to the rules of the world, killers always use money to do things. To be able to place such a large order must have amazing financial resources. Rich people naturally have power to rely on, and that person..."

He went through all the major forces in his mind, but Zhong Zijin responded abruptly: "That person is you."

Mu Xinghe shook his head, and sighed by the way—yes, if someone analyzed like him, he would probably be suspected of it, Feiyun Yinzhuang, who can be richer than him?What's more, Feiyun Yinzhuang is rich but not a place where ordinary masters gather, so it is logical to buy, murder, and kill people.

Inexplicably, a pot fell on Mu Xinghe, Mu Xinghe was very sad, and pulled Zhong Zijin to cry: "Little Zongzi, you can save me, I am desperate for Feiyun Yinzhuang, I want a piece of money, there is really no expert, I can only hide my strength and bide my time, you did a great job in saving me last night, today I will promote you to a close guard, you have to protect me well!"

Zhong Zijin stiffened for a moment, then patted Mu Xinghe's head: "Good boy."

Mu Xinghe was very dissatisfied with this reaction. He tore off his sad fake face, stood up and hugged Zhong Zijin: "Okay, since you have been promoted, I must show you to open your eyes, otherwise how can you be worthy of being the young master's subordinate? Are you right?" ?”

After Mu Xinghe finished speaking, he looked at the young servant. The young servant was unprepared when asked, and nodded blankly. Mu Xinghe said again: "If you want to stay here, contact the manager of the gambling house, called Feiyun Casino. Eyes and ears, pay attention to the news... Well, let me investigate, who in the city has the financial resources to spend ten thousand taels of gold at once.... Also, who died in the past few days, and their whereabouts in recent days are all in written form. to me."

Feiyun Yinzhuang is not only rich, but the gambling house is a mixed place with many eyes and ears, so the news channels are naturally richer than others.

The so-called make the best use of things and people to make the best use of their talents, you don't have to force what you can't do, intelligence is sometimes more important than killing people.

The young lord went out with a lot of silver and fluffy banknotes, as well as new hard-working guards. The capital is prosperous, and even if there are news of death from time to time, it has not affected the lives of most people. The peddlers are still selling, and the shops are still welcoming guests. , the street signs fluttered in the wind, the hawkers walked through the streets, and the bells jingled.The disciples of the high school rode past, and from time to time, a horse-drawn carriage would raise dust all over the ground. The sun was just right, as if it had wiped out the haze of death.

Mu Xinghe shopped and shopped all the way to show how rich he is now.

Zhong Zijin was very at a loss: "...Did you have a bad life these past few years? No, last time I saw you cheated a lot of spirit stones."

"What a lie, it's intellectual property," Mu Xinghe said as a matter of course, "The currency here will depreciate sooner or later, use it whatever you want!"

But when Mu Xinghe walked through the busiest area, there was no plaque or pretense at the place he finally went to, and the world called it the Colosseum.

"Other people say that Feiyun Yinzhuang is rich, but only a few people know that there is a place where the money gathered is no less than that of Feiyun Casino."

Different from Feiyun Gambling House, the visitors to and from the Gambling House range from all kinds of sects to the children of aristocratic families, but in this Colosseum, all the people who enter and exit are dressed in Luo Qi, and their money and status are their passports.

Mu Xinghe revealed his identity as the young master of Feiyun Yinzhuang, and the servant seemed to know him, and said with a friendly smile: "So it's the young master, please!"

In the middle of the Colosseum is a flat land surrounded by high fences. Surrounding the flat land are several rows of viewing places with barriers. There are tea seats in the middle, and the tea sets are simple and elegant. , never die.

Here in the Colosseum, it is not wild beasts fighting each other, but humans and beasts fighting each other.

The dignitaries held cups lightly in their hands and looked calm and relaxed, but the burning and excitement in their eyes revealed their true state of mind.

Mu Xinghe looked around. In the Colosseum, the lion's body was full of open wounds, and it roared at the person confronting it. The person was also bloody, holding the spikes in both hands, and dealt with the lion in a very defensive posture. .However, in a blink of an eye, the lion jumped up and bit his throat. He reacted very quickly and raised his awl to stab the lion. However, the lion's sharp teeth had already torn his neck, and the head was connected with flesh and blood. phase separation.

The spectators applauded like thunder.

However, the lion seemed to be unable to be satisfied, and rushed to the outside of the field, and the fence seemed to be unable to stop it, constantly trembling.Mu Xinghe looked over, and the lion let out a low growl, its eyes were bloodshot, and its fur was still dripping with blood from the fight just now.Seeing this change, the spectators were very flustered, and the Colosseum was full of noisy voices.

At this moment, it was a shriveled and thin man walking towards the field from the small gate. He swung his whip a few times in vain, and the lion obediently came down from the fence and crawled at his feet.A little boy was watching timidly from behind the door.

A colosseum servant bowed his head and explained to the spectators: "The beasts cannibalize people and go berserk, disturbing the nobles. There are animal trainers in the Colosseum, and they will definitely not make them act rashly."

The spectator was shocked, but he still put on a calm demeanor, smiled, and said: "Your animal trainer is indeed very capable."

"That's not true. Beast trainers are all secret skills passed down from their ancestors. They were trained by rolling with wild beasts when they were young. Look at the kid behind, he's only six years old, and he's about to learn it."

All the way up, the servant led Mu Xinghe not to the spectator's seat, but to the highest point of the Colosseum.

There was a man standing on a high place, the servant bowed his head and walked to him, said a few words softly, the man turned his head slightly, Mu Xinghe saw that his beard and hair were all white, he looked like a fairy, but his eyebrows implied majesty, It is the decisiveness of killing that can only be left behind after going through wind, frost, rain and blood.

However, when he saw Mu Xinghe, he smiled and said, "Boy, I heard that your father can't enter the city? How about it, can you handle it as the head of the family?"

This is the owner of the Colosseum, and he belongs to a similar force. Mu Xinghe thought there would be some enmity, but judging from his tone, he is very familiar with the young master's family.

Mu Xinghe remained calm, still looking like a dandy, and replied: "It's not difficult, how to spend money or how to spend money."

He was looking at Mu Xinghe, and Mu Xinghe was also looking at him.In fact, there is not much difference between a real person and a dead soul. Everyone is acting according to their own survival logic. This world accommodates their logic. The purpose of the world seemed incompatible, Mu Xinghe wanted to observe the gap between him and the projection.

But Mu Xinghe failed.

Whether it is hinting at the recent situation or talking about the Colosseum itself, he is not affected by any external logic and perfectly fits his own identity.

He even has memories of dating the so-called young master's father.

After Mu Xinghe finished speaking, he smiled slightly and bid farewell.

After walking a little farther, Mu Xinghe lowered his voice and said to Zhong Zijin, who played the paralyzed guard for a long time: "He is not."

Zhong Zijin looked at him, waiting for his analysis. Mu Xinghe also knew his friend very well, and continued: "He has no flaws, he is proficient in his business, and he behaves as a Colosseum owner should behave, and his way of thinking is also for fighting. The beast farm and its own interests, rather than excluding dissidents..."

Zhong Zijin thought for a while, then suddenly said: "In this case, what should you do if you come to test this time and get noticed?"

They walked down slowly and were about to leave the Colosseum. The further they went down, the closer they were to the center of the fight. The further down they went, the stronger the bloody smell.

Mu Xinghe turned his head away and answered Zhong Zijin's question just now: "No, although the young master is a young master who doesn't manage much and only eats, drinks and has fun, it's not that he has no brains. The situation in the capital city may threaten his life. Since The Colosseum is regarded as a colleague, and the young master's father and the owner of the Colosseum are old friends, so it is very suitable for the young master to seek cooperation or protection from similar forces."

When Mu Xinghe walked out of the Colosseum, the sky came back into his field of vision, the cars and horses rattled, dust was raised, and street vendors were hawking their goods, but the outside was still a bustling and peaceful scene.

What he didn't say was that although he wasn't exposed this time, it was still a waste of time.The "momentum" of Feiyun Villa doesn't have much power to borrow. Others choose to devour their opponents to become stronger, but he is still looking for someone to devour.If you can't find some objects that can be eaten stably, you will become the prey of others.

Mu Xinghe took Zhong Zijin around, still using his rich experience to find the elixirs they needed from other people's wine vats, behind Buddha statues in shops, and props of the theater troupe, and two-thirds of them fell on Zhong Zijin. . ——It is good to have Zhong Zijin, things like washing rice vats that cannot be done as a young master, but as a younger brother, Zhong Zijin can do them unobtrusively.

Today, Mu Xinghe also found a jade pendant. He thought it was someone else's leftover and almost ignored it. Later, he found that it still had spiritual energy on it, so he picked it up.Then he searched carefully, but couldn't find out what effect it was—maybe the only effect was to let Mu Xinghe know that there are magic weapons in this world that can be picked up to increase his strength.

One day passed, and the sun was setting. He was still leading a newly bought horse and carrying all kinds of cultural treasures that had been sold due to the chaotic situation in Beijing and back to the mansion.

The steward had been waiting in the mansion for a long time, so he conscientiously reported to him what Mu Xinghe ordered today.

"...The faction in Beijing, besides Feiyun Yinzhuang and the Colosseum, there is another place where wealth is hidden. Twenty years ago, there was a case of the imperial court's disaster relief silver being stolen, and it is still inconclusive. But in fact, There are rumors that those silver coins were intercepted by the 'white jade bone flute' Yu Zhaojing. The white jade bone flute is the master of Hengwu Court, and those silver coins may be in Hengwu Court..."

"Hengwuting is the leader of the righteous way. He has lived in Beijing for a long time. Perhaps he is looking for opportunities to contact the people in the government and deal with this batch of official money secretly."

Mu Xinghe pondered for a while, and drew a circle at the place where Heng Wuting lived.

However, before Mu Xinghe and Zhong Zijin visited Hengwuting, the next morning, in addition to the news that the epidemic continued to infiltrate the capital, the servant's "Young Master" also brought a new content.

——Hengwuting was destroyed overnight, and there was no one left.

The author has something to say:

Thanks to mine who called me Xiandi~

In fact, a very tragic and painful thing happened to me recently. I got into a fight with a cat last week and it hurt the monitor. The monitor hit a hard object and broke immediately.Then I went to buy a new one with death-like calm. It didn’t work for a few days, and the monitor announced GG again.

It hurts so much right now and I can't believe it.