Miao Jiangke

Three years ago, Blood Pavilion.

"The geese return." The thick male voice sounded, especially clear in the silent room.

A black shadow fell lightly, without making a sound, he knelt down on one knee in a dignified manner, and said in a low voice, "Pavilion Master."

Luo Ming didn't make a sound immediately, he rubbed the teacup with his fingers, he didn't speak, and Qiu Yangui could only bow his head silently.

"Is the injury better?"

Luo Ming's tone was unclear, and he seemed to ask casually.

The Blood Pavilion is also known as the "Assassin's Gate". Nine out of ten assassins ranked in the Jianghu are from here, but it is such a powerful sect that has earned the notoriety of "Gate of Ghosts".

Some people flock to it, while others avoid it.

Although it is one of the top sects, it is despised by famous decent sects because of its extremely cruel rules.

Every three years, all assassins will enter the "Round Prison". As the name suggests, those who survive here can endure the pain of hell, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

And the longer you stay, the higher your status, and because of such strict conditions, the strength of the Blood Pavilion is unfathomable and feared by other sects.

The day of "cleaning up the door" this year has just passed, and the surviving assassins all have injuries on their bodies, but these injuries are just commonplace for them.

So the pavilion master clearly meant something.

Not understanding the meaning of the Pavilion Master, and not getting instructions, Qiu Yangui had no choice but to keep kneeling on one knee, "Your subordinates are fine, but follow the Pavilion Master's orders."

Luo Ming smiled lightly, as if expressing emotion, "You have been in the Blood Pavilion for many years."

Qiu Yangui's heart sank, "...Yes."

Seeing this, Luo Ming shook his head, and took out a token from the prepared wooden box, with the word "Chou" engraved on it.

"Get up." Looking at his tall and thin figure, Luo Ming felt a little bit reluctant in his heart, after all, even in the Blood Pavilion, it would be difficult for a second Qiu Yangui to come out.

But sacrificing an assassin for the Blood Pavilion is nothing.

Qiu Yangui took the order and got up, and saw his token at a glance. To the assassin, it was his own life. He froze for a moment, "Pavilion master..."

"Okay." The pavilion master shook his head, raised his hand and stuffed the token into his arms, and turned his back, "You have been in the Blood Pavilion for more than ten years, and now there is a powerful master who likes you and has been there Have a leisurely life."

Feeling the weight in his arms, Qiu Yangui breathed heavily, seemed to want to say something, but swallowed it back abruptly, his voice was hoarse, and he only said: "...Yes."

He silently knelt down on one knee facing Luo Ming, and slowly lowered his head.

The pavilion master saved his life back then, and was also his master, and as an assassin...you only need to know how to obey and attack.

Qiu Yangui left the Blood Pavilion. He turned his head and scanned the surroundings with cold and sharp eyes. He didn't miss it any more. He tapped the ground with his toes and headed straight towards the south.

-

The new master is the elder of the Dark Sect—Fan Qi.

The Dark Sect is a sect that has only risen in recent years. It is also known as the Hidden Weapon Sect. Its strength should not be underestimated. It is good at hidden weapons and organs, and has close contacts with various sects. However, its reputation in the world is not very good. The act of a knife.

"Chou...you, the assassin from the Blood Pavilion?" Fan Qi's eyes were cold, and his whole body exuded a sinister aura.

It seems that he didn't remember the assassin's name.

Qiu Yangui immediately knelt down on one knee, "It's my subordinate."

"I'm still assured of the strength of the commander from the Blood Pavilion..." Fan Qi sized him up and said slowly, "I don't know if you've heard of Miaojiang Swallowing Cloud Pavilion, the 'King of Gu' Zuo Qingyue?"

Naturally, I have heard that the legendary "Tunyun Pavilion" is on the lonely mountain of Miaojiang, and it is the hometown of "Miaojiang guest".

And Zuo Qingyue, the young master of "Swallowing Clouds Pavilion", is a famous femme fatale. It is rumored that he looks like a nine-day fairy king, unparalleled in beauty and untouched by dust.

But the method is as cruel as a ghost. He doesn't like to let people die happily, but makes them live a life that is worse than death.

If you become enemies with Tunyun Pavilion and fall into their hands, death is already the best result. The "Prison Palace" in Tunyun Pavilion is specially used to imprison enemies, comparable to purgatory on earth.

But even so, just being able to command the rights of "Miao Jiang Ke" makes people envious. There are countless people who want to kill Zuo Qingyue and replace them, but none of them have succeeded in so many years.

Qiu Yangui probably had an idea in his mind, nodded, "Of course I know."

Fan Qi turned around and sat down, took a sip of tea by himself: "If you face this person, what are your chances of winning?"

Qiu Yangui didn't answer immediately, he didn't know the opponent's strength, and he had only heard about this person a little bit, without him, almost none of the assassins who went to assassinate Zuo Qingyue survived, this person was almost covered in poison, just like that The appearance of the gods is different, their tempers are moody, and their death depends entirely on their mood at that time.

Qiu Yangui pondered for a moment, "If the plan is correct, [-]%."

"Forty percent?" A bit of surprise appeared on Fan Qi's gloomy face, which was soon replaced by something meaningful, and finally looked at the assassin in front of him squarely, with a slightly mocking tone, "Do you know that even the most serious assassin on the current list of assassins?" Jin dare not say that he can be [-]% sure..."

"You are just an assassin who has just bled, how can you have the guts to say—you are [-]% sure?"

Qiu Yangui's expression did not change, his tone was still respectful, but there was a bit of youthful arrogance in it, "Master, don't blame me, if I face the young master of Miaojiang directly, my subordinates will not be sure, but if the plan is correct , and the subordinates will naturally be able to seize the opportunity."

Fan Qi sneered and asked deliberately.

"According to what you said, how sure are you if you face Yan Jin?"

Qiu Yangui did not hesitate this time: "I am [-]% sure now, and in two years...[-]%."

The wind outside the window was blowing in, Fan Qi smiled and said nothing, but nodded in disapproval, "In that case..."

"Zuo Qingyue is currently in Zijing Fuzhou City, you set off immediately, he often goes to Xiulou recently, there are people from us there, and we will contact you at that time."

Fan Qi took a sip of tea, threw a jade pendant over, and said in an unpredictable tone, "I'd like to see how much you can do with a [-]% certainty."

Qiu Yangui knelt down on one knee, "Yes."

-

Fuzhou City is close to Kyoto, and it is a leisurely city at the end of the bustling city. It is completely different from Lincheng. Although this place is rich, most of them are people who care about mountains and rivers and care about wild clouds and wild cranes.

Xiulou is located in the center of Fuzhou City. It is a good place to have fun, and the young master of Miaojiang is now in it.

Qiu Yan changed his attire to look like a handsome young man, the disguise on his face made his brows stained with a few wisps of loveliness, so that he would not be too conspicuous among the crowd of people who came to have fun.

"Master, is it your first time here?" Aunt Xiu is the old bustard of Xiulou, and she came over with a coquettish smile when she saw him, "Do you want to listen to the music, or find a girl to accompany you to have fun?"

Qiu Yangui smiled ambiguously, and stuffed a jade pendant over, "It's the first time I come to listen to a song and try something new, I wonder if there is a beauty to accompany me?"

When Aunt Xiu saw the jade pendant, she paused, and then smiled again, with a little more meaning in her eyes, "Of course there are, there are so many beauties in Fuzhou, so Mr. Ren likes it..."

As she spoke, she patted Qiu Yangui lightly, and Qiu Yangui lowered his head, and said softly, "Where is he?"

"...the private room on the third floor, Salixiang Pavilion." Aunt Xiu gave him a reproachful look, and called the waiter over, "Come, take young master to the private room on the third floor."

"Okay." The man greeted him with a smile.