Early landing in the world of martial arts

The young coachman was holding a long whip, his face was covered with a small cloth cap that came from nowhere, and he leaned against the frame of the carriage with his head half raised.

Gu Changan lifted the curtain of the carriage slightly, saw the young man who seemed to be dozing off, smiled and asked in a low voice, "May I ask where the Master is now?"

The young man seemed to be really asleep, he swayed his body with the slight bump of the carriage, and didn't talk to him.

Gu Chang'an smiled, got into the carriage without hesitation, and began to close his eyes to rest his mind.

The eyes under the young coachman's hat were not completely closed, but slightly squinted, with a dangerous light shining.

He had to admit that the man behind him was really smart.

But it is precisely because of this that it has become a target that must be eradicated.

The carriage passed through the crowd unknowingly and came to a remote alley.

This is a secret passage next to a brothel, and only ordinary regular customers will know this kind of place.

And unless the wife of the main house came to check the house, otherwise this would be just a path that no one cares about.

"Master Gu, we're here."

The young coachman said in a calm voice.

The brothel building is tall and the huge shadow easily covers the entire road.

"You are indeed a member of the national teacher, but why doesn't he dare to come to see me in person?"

Gu Changan has been thinking about what went wrong ever since he heard the news in the palace.

But when he went through all the people he saw when he entered the Jingmian Sanctuary in his mind, he found that no one met the motive and requirements for murdering him.

Until the end, he suddenly remembered a person he had never seen before - the national teacher.

With such a high position and weight, it can be said that in the Dayan Dynasty, he was under one person and above ten thousand people.

But Gu Chang'an's entry into Beijing was such a well-known event that he wasn't there.

This seemed a little unreasonable, but now it seems that although he himself was not present, he sent someone to explain, and Gu Changan was also fancy.

"I don't know what Mr. Gu is talking about. I'm just an ordinary hot-blooded ranger who is not satisfied with the imperial government. Seeing your power today, I come to take your life."

The young man recited ridiculous lines that he didn't even believe.

But there is no way, take other people's money to do things for others.

But Gu Chang'an looked at the other party with no expression, said those words in a serious manner, but smiled helplessly.

But then he couldn't stop laughing.

Other party information...

【Name】: Fang Yuanqing

[Identity]: Handyman of the National Teacher's Office

[grade]: best

[Level]: Grandmaster level seven

[Attributes]: Qi and blood 5592, mana 35, spirit 675

【Occupation】: Assassin, groom...

Chapter 248 It's Just a Letter of War

"I thought the master of the country would look at me, but I didn't expect to just send an assassin at the level of a master..."

"Did he forget that just last night, I once opened the underground palace alone, causing half of the capital to move."

Gu Changan is qualified to talk about all this proudly.

"I do not know."

"I only know how to use people's money to eliminate disasters for others."

"The National Teacher's Mansion has raised me, so I can only do what he asks me to do."

Youth Road.

As he spoke, he took out two short knives from his sleeves expressionlessly and held them with his backhand.

The two faced each other, tit for tat.

Beside him, there was a figure of a woman in the brothel, leaning on the railing.

Just like this, he looked down at the two people who were about to duel, with a somewhat indifferent expression.

The young coachman had seen it here more than once, and every time he came, the ground was covered with blood.

Killing is killing, can't you kill more cleanly?

The woman complained in her heart.

As a low-level woman in the Wanqinglou, all she needs to do is these chores on weekdays, and she has no customers at all.

And that young man started to come here last winter.

At that time, he was still young and had just entered the capital.

This is the first place where I went to join Master Guoshi, and the first person I killed was also in this building.

It was still raining heavily that day, and the blood was quickly washed away.

Inside Wanqing Building, a little girl hesitated for a long time, but rushed over to give him a towel.

Later, every time he killed someone, she was sent to clean up the scene.

Over time, he became her only guest.

The relationship between the two has gradually changed from strangeness to tacit understanding.

The little girl doesn't know who he killed this time, but the towel and bucket are ready, and she just needs to go down and wash the blood away, and he will take the body away.

That towel is for wiping sweat, so you have to take a rest after work, right?So she also prepared a herbal tea, not bitter.

He often said that life is too bitter and he doesn't like suffering.

Well, this time the people below finally took action, but this time the situation seems to be different.

The short knife in the young man's hand was tightly clenched, his figure was like a ghost, the tip of the knife was like a poisonous fang, like a poisonous python, waiting for an opportunity to devour Gu Changan.

The latter's complexion did not change, and he started with the long knife, and directly slashed, and the knife slashed down!

The young man was instantly knocked into the air and hit the carriage, swaying endlessly.

Although he got up quickly, the blood at the corner of his mouth still couldn't be covered.

"Does the national teacher have a grudge against you or something? Why did you send you to die?"

Gu Chang'an approached step by step, and the young man in front of him had a solemn expression, no longer the foolish look he had before.

"The national teacher said to let you die."

"But he knows you can't kill me."

"I know now too..."

The woman in the brothel looked straight at the two people on the ground. Although she couldn't see clearly, it seemed that the situation was not as good as before.

The person who was killed on the opposite side seemed to want to kill him in turn.

The woman is a little nervous.

But it's not like it hasn't happened before.

Once, the person who was about to be killed had several assassin guards hiding in the dark.

That battle was extremely embarrassing, the young man didn't have a good piece of flesh all over his body, and even the bones of his right hand were broken.

Fortunately, there was a left hand, and it was with it that the young man cut off the last enemy's trachea.

In the end, the corpses were too weak to take care of, and it was the woman who endured the disgusting bloody smell and carried him one by one into the carriage.

The time they spent together wasn't long, but it wasn't short either.

The relationship between each other has not developed to the love of children, it is more like two ants in the capital, snuggling up to each other in exchange for some warmth.

The woman was still imagining that the young man would suddenly explode and cut the man's throat with a knife.

But the situation is not as she wished.

The young man didn't get violent, but was still injured all over his body, and even the hand holding the dagger trembled slightly.

"You are a gauntlet, not a killer."

Gu Changan said.

He figured it out, but the young man didn't.

The latter is used to licking blood on the tip of a knife, and has the awareness to face death at any time.

But he didn't expect that one day he would die here as his home killing field.

The main thing is...

He knew that there was a pair of small eyes staring at this battle on the tall building next to him, as the only bystander on this battlefield.

Young people also know that they can die, and it is not a pity to die.

The death of a groom in the capital is no more serious than trampling an ant to death.

"What's your name? After you die, if no one erects a monument with you, I can ask my men to bury you properly."

Gu Changan said.

After all, they are all poor people, but this kind of poor people who are swordsmen are still cuter when they are dead.

"No...someone erected a monument for me."

With a little effort, the young man raised his head and glanced at the brothel. Although he couldn't see anything, he felt inexplicably at ease.

"That's fine. In fact, as a letter of war, whether I kill you or not, you have already accomplished your goal. It's just that you don't like being able to live after others want to kill me."

"People always have to pay for certain choices they make, don't they?"

As Gu Changan said, the genuine energy around him was vividly displayed, giving the young man the last trace of despair.

If I had known this earlier...

The young man thought about it halfway, and stopped his thoughts a little weakly.

Even if he had known this earlier, he had no choice but to rush up like a moth to a flame.

He is a knife, even if there is a ridge in front of him that he knows he can't cut, he will try to cut it.

Regardless of whether the consequences are broken bones or what, this is the sad part of being a sword.

The woman above the brothel opened her small mouth in astonishment, and covered it with one hand, trying to keep herself from screaming.

In her eyes, it reflected that the only guest she used to rely on in the distant downstairs was beheaded by a knife.

The smell of blood filled the air, and the smell seemed to be the same as that of the usual dead people.

Gu Changan looked up.

Just because the youth can't see it doesn't mean he can't see it.

The woman has been watching from above since the beginning of the battle, until now, she finally closed her eyes in pain.

Gu Changan left the place expressionlessly.

The carriage and the big maroon horse, which had long been used to the smell of blood, were left in place.

The young man seemed to have forgotten to drink water for Da Ma in the morning, and his rough tongue licked the blood on the ground, squeezing out the last trace of value that the former master could bring to him.

The woman ran down like crazy and fell down the stairs several times. When she finally reached the path, her dress was messy and her hair was loose.

Big bloodshot eyes staring, more ghostly than youth.

She ran like this.

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