The villain system of Mingyue in Qin Dynasty

Snap, snap.

It was raining outside, and one or two people walked across the wet ground from time to time. Without exception, these people wore thick black waterproof cloaks, walked quickly, and their faces were deeply hidden in the darkness.

This is a dilapidated courtyard located on the outskirts of Xianyang. It was originally a workshop. But the owner of the workshop is long gone. The place is in disrepair and is dilapidated. It seems that as long as a strong gust of wind blows, it will be unable to withstand it and collapse.

The suburbs of Xianyang are no better than the city. Whether it is hygiene or environment, they are completely different from the city of Xianyang.

There are slaves here who have lost their status and property due to various reasons, there are low-level prostitutes who can achieve harmony with just a piece of cake, there are thieves, robbers and even killer assassins.

Nine streams are mixed together, and all kinds of dark forces are intertwined and gathered here. Because of this, this is also the best place to hide from others.

The road in front of the workshop was usually sparsely populated, but it was particularly lively tonight.

From the squeaky wooden door, follow the path paved with fine sand to the main house located in the courtyard.

Inside, there were only a few symbolic candles lit, barely bringing a little light to the room.

There were more than a dozen people gathered in this small room, but at the same time, each of them kept a certain distance from the other person, full of wariness towards each other.

Until, a man in black walked in.

Taking off the dripping cloak, he saw an old man wearing a long white coat, with dense wrinkles on his face, which was very scary.

"Sorry everyone, I'm late."

The old man walked to the center of the room, faced the dozen or so people in the room, and began to preside over the meeting.

"The people who are able to evade the Shadow Guards, the Iron Eagle Warriors, and even the snares...the minions of the Qin State and come here are all highly capable swordsmen and killers. This is what we have gathered this time. Purpose."

The old man paused and glanced at the people present. Most of them had indifferent expressions. There was only one boy, and he was smiling.

In this generally gloomy place, the young man's smile was like a ray of sunshine shining into the dark abyss, making the old man feel inexplicable fear.

Yes, it’s fear!

The old man is weathered, has seen countless skilled swordsmen and killers, and has experienced countless dangerous and bloody scenes. But he has never seen a person like the young man in front of him, who can still laugh in this environment filled with masters and murderous intent. What does this mean? The old man didn't know. Everything that is beyond one's control will make the old man feel bored and fearful.

The old man suppressed the emotion in his heart and continued: "Okay, let's not talk too much. I think everyone knows it. For this goal, someone paid 50,000 gold to take Ying Ziyi's head."

"Hahahaha!" A sudden laughter rang out, and the old man's heart was beating suddenly. The source of this sound was the young man - the unstable factor in the old man's heart.

The young man successfully attracted everyone's attention, and he said triumphantly: "The Fourteenth Young Master of the Qin Dynasty, the head of Anxi Jun Ying Ziyi's neck is only worth 50,000 gold. What a big joke."

"Yes, it's certainly not worth fifty thousand gold, but this time the buyer also offered another item. I believe everyone will be interested."

Everyone focused their attention on the old man and saw him take out something from his sleeve.

It's a small box. As for what's inside, the old man doesn't know much about it for now.

"Everyone knows that the Yin-Yang family separated from Taoism five hundred years ago. They took a different approach with their swords and created many incredible techniques. This includes the art of medicine. In addition to the legendary and unheard-of magic Besides the elixir, what is in this box is what we mortals dream of."

Most of the people in the room took a breath of air-conditioning. Judging from the old man's tone, there was no doubt that what was inside was the Real Person Pill.

A legendary priceless treasure. Even in the Yin Yang family, where there are many masters and mysterious people, it is an extremely rare treasure. Rumor has it that Yun Zhongjun, one of the five elders of the Yin Yang family, will fail nine hundred and ninety-nine times out of a thousand times when refining the immortal elixir. And the only time it was successful, it was only a low-grade elixir that could barely turn into an elixir.

"There is only one real person pill. Whoever can bring the head of the thief to me will get this priceless treasure."

"Hahahaha!" The sudden laughter sounded again, and it was the boy from before.

During the conversation just now, the old man had been watching the young man.

When everyone was indifferent, this boy was smiling.

When everyone was surprised and astonished, the young man was still laughing.

Is it that funny? The old man thought so in his heart.

Just listen to the young man say: "The Real Person Pill is indeed expensive, but compared with the Fourteenth Young Master of Great Qin, it is still not on the same level."

"You boy, are you a spy sent by the State of Qin?"

Finally, someone couldn't help it and spoke angrily to this arrogant boy.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves. Many people in the room were already dissatisfied with this boy. Some people have even touched the dagger hidden in their sleeves, intending to kill a competitor first.

"Oops! I'm just telling the truth. With trash like you, I'm afraid I won't even see Ying Ziyi's face, and I'll be killed first."

"What exactly do you want to do?" the old man said, with a warning in his tone, as if he was giving an ultimatum.

"Going to assassinate Ying Ziyi, of course I don't want to die so early. But I am still interested in the real person pill. I was thinking, rather than you people going to die in vain and trouble others, you might as well let me solve it on the spot. .You say, right!”

"kill!"

The young man's playful face, unruly attitude, and undoubtedly mocking words finally angered the old man. He planned to take the first step to remove this uneasy factor.

The killer in the house took action almost at the same time, but the next moment, everyone discovered that the boy was missing.

Is he a ghost?

At this moment, doubts arose in everyone's mind. Only the old man felt the young man's breath.

"On the roof."

Everyone looked up and saw the young man holding two swords, his feet hooked on the beam like a mantis, and a smile on his lips.

The young man finally took action, with a strange figure. The two sickle-like swords had already harvested the heads of two people in less than a moment.

All this happened after all, and the old man's premonition was becoming reality step by step.

The dozen or so people in the room are all world-famous swordsmen. But no one could survive a few rounds at the hands of this little-known young man.

Facing the massacred people, the old man showed no signs of wavering.

He just silently pulled out his sword and looked at the young man holding two swords on his bent knees.

The young man smiled and said, "Are you finally going to take action?"

"You seem to be waiting for this moment."

The old man's tone was deep, he was waiting, he was looking for the feeling of being a swordsman, wandering between life and death. This feeling of being abandoned by him long ago.

Because what the old man has to face may be the most terrifying crisis in his life.

"Kill or be killed, this is the only choice for a swordsman. Life and death are tests that every swordsman must pass. Surviving means becoming stronger. Whether it is for you or me. Come on! I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." The boy was still smiling. He picked up the two swords in his hands and said to the old man.

"Come on!" The old man said the same way, with a long-lost passion burning in his heart.

The confrontation between the young man and the old man ended in an instant. This is a life-and-death showdown, and it doesn't require complicated and weird moves, nor does it require powerful internal forces. A life and death duel is about pure strength.

Whoever is faster means victory and who can survive.

In this bet, the boy survived. However, the young man's playful face was gone, and there was no trace of pleasure from victory. Some are just extremely heavy.

"I thought that facing Han Wushuang, the world-famous swordsman in the past and one of the six masters beside King Zhao, my swordsmanship would improve, but I didn't expect that it would still be the same as before."

Still the same! What was the difference? The young man glanced at the two swords in his hands that already had many gaps. Although they are also of high value and made by famous masters, they still cannot match my growing cultivation level.

The young man sighed slightly, took out the box from the old man's arms, and opened it.

"This is the real pill."

The boy was playing with the coveted real pill in his hands, like a child playing with his own toy. He had no intention of submitting to it. At least, not yet.

"not good!"

The young man threw the immortal pill high, but suddenly felt a powerful aura coming from outside the door.

The man's skills were so fast that even the young man had no time to react. Before the immortal elixir could fall, it was taken away by that person.

"who is it?"

The boy didn't like this feeling, the feeling of being played with.

"Didn't you just say that you wanted to kill me?"

The young man squinted his eyes and looked at the young boy in brocade clothes in front of him, "You are Ying Ziyi."

"Bold, you can call our young master by his name." The person who spoke was a man with a vulgar description, standing behind Ying Ziyi. The young man noticed that he was the one who took the Real Person Pill from his hand.

"How did you notice this place?"

"It's a joke. Someone outside Xianyang City wants to take my head. Shouldn't I know?"

Ying Ziyi's words were understandable, but the young man was speechless.

"What do you want, young master?" The young man could already feel that there were several powerful auras surrounding the room, and he was surrounded!

Just when the young man was at a loss to advance or retreat, a pair of ancient swords were brought in by the waiter outside the door.

"The Eight Swords of the King of Yue, monsters!"

The young man didn't even notice himself. When he said these words, the excitement was revealed in his words.

"Taking them means you give up your previous identity. From now on, you will be my sword slave."

"I agree!" Without hesitation, the young man took the two swords and agreed to Ying Ziyi's request.

In the empty room, all the others were scattered, except for the monkey and Ying Ziyi.

The monkey snatched the immortal elixir from the demon and handed it to Ying Ziyi.

"Sir, we found out that this immortal elixir did not come from the Yin Yang family." The monkey replied.

Ying Ziyi played with the elixir in his hand and said with a smile: "Of course this is not from the Yin and Yang family, because this is not a real elixir at all."

"What?"

"This is the Taoist Li Chen Dan. Its appearance is very similar to the Yin Yang family's Zhenren Dan. However, its medicinal uses are somewhat different and its efficacy is stronger. As far as I know, within the two Taoist sects, the number of Li Chen Dan is the same. Not many. And this one seems to be top quality."

"Is it the Tian Sect or the Human Sect?" Monkey asked.

"Tianzong has nothing to do with the world, so he must not be so ignorant of current affairs."

"Xiaoyaozi!"

.......

This is a valley, shaded by green bamboos.

Gurgling water left from the mountain. In front of a row of bamboo houses, pairs of boys and girls in Taoist uniforms held long swords and practiced swordsmanship. After all, these boys and girls can't escape their youthful nature, and occasionally some people are still fooling around.

However, among them, there was one person who looked very focused from beginning to end and had been practicing swordsmanship for several hours.

The girl wears long boots, plain clothes, and her bun is only tied with a simple wooden fork. Although her attire was simple, it could not hide her stunning appearance. A girl is like a peerless pearl. Even if she is affected by the troubled times, she can still shine in the world.

The temples were wet with sweat from the incense, a blush spread on her face, and her body exuded a delicate fragrance. The girl's beautiful posture made Wangsi, who came to announce, squirm.

"Junior sister Wangyou, master calls you to go forward."

"I understand, thank you, Senior Brother Wangsi!" Wangyou smiled sweetly, making the young man's heart flutter and he stood dumbfounded on the spot.

However, when Wangsi turned away shyly, the girl's face changed and became very cold.

Wangyou walked forward slowly, thinking about countermeasures along the way.

The road was short and long, and Wangyou finally arrived at the bamboo house.

In front of the house of Xiaoyaozi, the head of the Taoist sect.

The girl opened the wooden door anxiously, and Xiaoyaozi was sitting cross-legged and meditating in the room, her temperament clean and pure. He opened his eyes, looked at the girl, and said, "You're here."

"Yes, master."

"Do you know what I mean by naming you Wangyou?"

"For those who forget their worries, it is difficult to leave this world and abandon their home and country. But the disciples can't do it. The hatred of the subjugation of the country and the hatred of destroying the family. I still remember the way my mother died tragically in the Qin army's battle to save me. I wake up every night , Disciple can't sleep well." Wangyou's eyes were red, and he was crying and complaining. After all, she was just a little girl who was not as good as Dou Ke. Facing this mentor who single-handedly rescued her from danger, she unreservedly released her own feelings.

"As a teacher, I know that things in the world are always easy to understand but difficult to do. I also know that you are extremely talented and have rare wisdom. However, you will eventually be burdened by your intelligence and talents, and you will still be far away from the Tao. "

The girl didn't understand the meaning of Xiaoyaozi's words. She wanted to say more, but she heard Xiaoyaozi say: "That's it! If there's a next time, it will be dealt with according to the sect's rules."