Miao Jiangke

At the foot of Setting Sun Ridge is the Blood Pavilion, just like their dark costumes, the assassins are best at hiding, the mountains behind are dangerous, quiet and lifeless.

This is where they usually train.

Qiu Yangui stepped on the moist ground under his feet, his boots were stained with dirt, looking at the place he was familiar with, he hesitated for a while, the assassin who left the Blood Pavilion did not belong here.

But he still remembers every plant and tree here. He was rescued by the pavilion master and brought back here when he was still young. In spring, summer, autumn and winter, he can fold plum blossoms from looking up at the branches to raising his hands.

It is said that an assassin has no home, but in fact, a home is where there is a master.

Working for others for a lifetime sounds cruel and ruthless, but without these, an assassin would no longer be an assassin.

Qiu Yangui hesitated for a long time before he stepped forward. Now that he has left the Blood Pavilion, he still needs to undergo another test before he can return.

Bypassing the Taoyuan, the fragrance wafted over slowly, Qiu Yangui paused, and his face suddenly changed.

Mixed with it, there is also a special taste.

It was... the smell of blood.

Regardless of the rules, he quickly swept up to the roof, dead silence spread, blood stains everywhere, Qiu Yangui clenched his hands into fists and trembled slightly, his eyes fixed on this mess.

The corpses were lying on the ground, the blood was still fresh, but the person had no breath.

Qiu Yangui didn't dare to delay, and went straight to the pavilion master's residence, his heart became completely cold along the way, as far as he could see, there was no one alive!

Kicking open the door, Qiu Yangui looked around eagerly, his eyes fixed on one place.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

In the corner of the house, a man with disheveled hair was in a state of embarrassment. A sword penetrated his abdomen and nailed him to the wall.

"Pavilion Master..." Qiu Yangui opened his eyes wide, walked over quickly and knelt in front of him, stretched out his hand but didn't know what to do, as calm as he was, his eyes turned red, "I..."

The embarrassed man slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of extremely tired eyes, saw him slowly smile, and hoarsely said in a voice that could hardly make a sound, "It's the return of the wild goose..."

"It's me, it's me, I'm back Pavilion Master..." Qiu Yangui stood up helplessly, turned around and rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find healing medicines, and said while searching, "I'll heal your injuries right now, wait... ..."

"No need." Luo could barely utter a sound. Seeing him stiffen his trembling back, his heart was filled with emotion and melancholy, "...Yangui, come here and let me see you."

Qiu Yangui strode over, knelt down in front of him, his lips trembled and couldn't speak, Luo Ming saw fear in his eyes, how ridiculous, the blood pavilion assassin's eyes would have such emotions .

The kid was afraid he was going to die.

Luo Ming suddenly felt a little regretful. Now that the Blood Pavilion was slaughtered, when he was full of unwillingness, he never thought about the child he watched grow up.

Qiu Yangui was very talented, Luo Ming valued him very much, and trained him to be a top assassin. With his aptitude, Yan Jin, the leader of assassins, might not be his opponent in a few years.

Later... In order to lure the snake out of the hole, he used Qiu Yangui as a bait to drive the general out. He didn't complain at all, and now he described himself as being in a mess, but he was futilely rummaging through boxes and boxes, trying to heal himself.

Luo Ming looked at Qiu Yangui carefully, there was a sense of righteousness between his brows, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, under his handsome face was full of vigor.

If he wasn't an assassin, he might also be a Mr. Pianpian.

It's also his fault that he made a wrong step, wrong step, he never played that old thing back then, and now he has ended up being wiped out.

It's a pity that this child is destined to be unable to escape, the only thing I can do now is to find a way to make him have the strength to contend with that person.

At least let him know of that person's existence.

But if the truth is told to him at this time, he will definitely not be able to fight against the people behind it.

He had to fight for this chance of survival.

Luo Ming took out the token of the Blood Pavilion from his pocket, and shoved it tremblingly into his hand, "Yangui, the Blood Pavilion had other secrets back then, you, can you promise me one thing..."

Qiu Yangui gripped the token tightly and said in a hoarse voice, "Please tell me, Pavilion Master."

"Go and investigate what happened back then, avenge the Blood Pavilion, and kill that old thief..." Luo Ming's eyes were a little empty, and he suddenly smiled at him, "But... I still like to hear, your name is...cough cough cough , you call me...Uncle Rob..."

Qiu Yangui raised his head fiercely, but before he could meet his still warm eyes, the pavilion master lowered his head, and his breath disappeared.

He had a lot of graying, but when he came back with the goose in his arms, he was full of vigor.

Luo Ming's breath was gone, his body was bent and curled up, Qiu Yangui shattered the long sword with his internal force, and stretched out his hand to tidy up the remains of the pavilion master.

There is no light in the Blood Pavilion in the middle of the night.

Qiu Yangui dragged all the corpses to the back mountain, leaving bloodstains that could not be wiped out, and dug up mounds to bury them.

He had already forgotten the time, but bowed to the top of the mountain for the last time, and left numbly with his sword in hand.

The moment he stepped out of Setting Sun Ridge, confusion flashed across Qiu Yangui's eyes, and the hem of his clothes fluttered slightly in the wind, but he stood there for a long time.

Now, there is really nowhere to go.

With the token given by the Pavilion Master, Qiu Yangui chose a random direction and went in search of clues to the Blood Pavilion along the way.

He walked through Yucheng in the north and passed through the ancient town of the water town. The strange thing is that everyone kept secret about it, even the Tianji Tower, and only said, "The arm of a mantis is like a car, and it is hard to get over the water."

"A mantis' arm is like a cart, it's hard to get back under water..." Qiu Yangui muttered to himself.

He faintly felt that the destruction of the Blood Pavilion was not easy.

The distressed look of the pavilion master always comes to mind, Qiu Yangui almost ran all the places where he might know the hidden story back then, and the clues he could get were better than nothing.

The restaurant was noisy, so he quietly found a seat by the window and sat down, feeling a little lonely in his heart.

The arrogance of the Chu Xue Pavilion was worn out, first it suffered a loss from the young master of Miao Jiang, and then the hidden weapon sect was destroyed, the Blood Pavilion was slaughtered, and it bore an irreparable blood feud.

It's ridiculous that now he doesn't even know who the enemy is. In the past, he only felt that the world was wanton, but now he realizes it when his heart is empty. It is a loneliness that cannot be quenched by wine.

After drinking the last sip of wine in the pot, Qiu Yangui wiped the corner of his mouth casually, and left with his sword expressionless.

On the bustling street, Qiu Yangui walked silently, then frowned suddenly, turned around and entered a remote alley, where there was a strange aura slowly approaching, seeing no one around, he simply turned around and drew his sword, He said coldly, "I don't know what you mean by this?"

As soon as the words fell, the two figures jumped down.

They were all dressed in masks, Qiu Yangui put his sword across his chest vigilantly, the two looked at each other, and one of them said, "My master, please ask the chivalrous restaurant to explain. If you offend me, look at Haihan."

Qiu Yangui did not withdraw his sword, his tone was slightly cold, "May I ask who you two serve for?"

The other person smiled when he heard the words, his voice was a little sinister, "Young Master Miao Jiang, Zuo Qingyue."