big master, big liar

Among the eight sects, there is a line of business, which is called the business of removing the sect, that is, taking people's money and eliminating disasters for others. To put it nicely, it is also called an assassin, ranging from princes and generals to rogues in the market, as long as there is a conflict of interest , There is also room for business activities.

Although they are all from the Jianghu, Song Xuan took a different path from these people.Not much to do with.But he didn't want to meet someone for the first time, but someone wanted to buy his life.

Seeing this posture of falsely preaching the oracle and killing the mouth with a knife, I am afraid that he is used to this business and came prepared. If he hadn't seen through it, he still doesn't know where he will be dragged to destroy the corpse. of.It's just that I don't know whose family is raising the doorman, or the killer in the world who only asks for money.

Song Xuan looked around and saw that it was already a secluded place in the wilderness, so he asked with a smile: "Where do you two make a living?"

It's just that these two refused to listen to Song Xuan's nonsense, and the pretending palace man raised his knife and slashed, Song Xuan quickly dodged back, but because he was in the carriage, this action surprised the horse, It caused the carriage to be unstable.

Song Xuan fell back into the carriage, the man chased after him and slashed several times, Song Xuan forcibly rolled under the blade with his life.

He looked embarrassed on his face, but also flustered in his heart, only joked on his lips: "Brother, show me the truth, so that I can be a sensible ghost, right?"

The man frowned, raised the knife and dropped it heavily: "Trouble--"

But he didn't want Song Xuan to take the table to block it, and the broad-edged knife fell on the table, and he couldn't draw it out.

Song Xuan was overjoyed, kicked the man out of the car door forcefully with his legs, and threw the table aside, a carp jumped up.

At this time, the coachman with the dagger jumped in. This man was much more agile than the one in the front, and he had a deadly posture. Song Xuan, who relies on fortune-telling for a living, is no match for him, but it is not good inside the carriage. Dodging, but after a few efforts, Song Xuan's body was stained.

He knew in his heart that he would die if he continued like this, so he stopped entanglement, took advantage of a loophole, insisted on being stabbed, grabbed the burden with one hand, and rolled out of the carriage.

The man was about to jump out of the carriage, when a round object was thrown head-on. Before he could see clearly, the object exploded in the carriage with a "boom--".

Shocked by the air wave, Song Xuan took a few steps back, his body was covered with a layer of dust, blood was still bubbling from several wounds on his body, he looked extremely embarrassed.

The other was still staring at him.

Song Xuan could only lament the bad luck, Fang Qiutang's thing is very precious, it doesn't need to be ignited, it can explode as long as the string is pulled, only two were made in total, and one was left for him to save his life.

Now he has indeed solved one, but he cannot escape the remaining one no matter what.

"Mr. Song—"

"Mr. Song!"

At this moment, the sound of horseshoes came from a distance, and then two girls jumped down from the carriage lightly, and fought with the killer.

Song Xuan looked intently, it was the two sisters of Fuluan Celestial Master, both of them were still blindfolded, but they didn't expect that the blind stick in their hands was actually a thin sword, their movements were nimble and light, and their steps were astoundingly precise , even the position pointed by the rapier has never shifted by half a point.

As expected of Ji Hui who was buried in the Star Picking Pavilion.

Song Xuan recalled the appearance of the two sisters when they were supporting Luan. If they really have the foundation, they can control and write the content accurately.

It's just that I don't know how many people like this are buried in the Star Picking Pavilion.

In just one stick of incense, the two girls crossed the two thin swords around the man's neck.

The man's face was ashen, his masseter muscle suddenly moved slightly, Song Xuan hurriedly murmured: "No! He wants to commit suicide!"

One of the sisters quickly pinched his jaw, but it was too late, the man had already started to bleed from all seven orifices, and he stopped breathing after a while.

Song Xuan went up to search the body, but it was empty, without anything that could identify him.

If it is said that Song Xuan didn't know where these two people came from at the beginning, it is already clear now.He is so familiar with this routine, he can guess who is behind the scenes just by looking at this neat scene.

Prince Ji Yunyi.

The two sisters put down their swords and looked embarrassed: "This..."

"I don't blame you two, this cannot be stopped at all." Song Xuan comforted. "Why are you two here?"

"Mr. Fang asked us to come here, saying that these two people are familiar." The two sisters said, and then asked: "Will you not report back with us, sir?"

Song Xuan shook his head: "I'll just go."

The two sisters were slightly taken aback. When Ji Yunxi asked Song Xuan to stay, although they retreated outside the door, they also knew that Ji Yunxi did not want Song Xuan to leave, and fell ill because of it.

They didn't expect Song Xuan to leave directly.

The younger sister was straightforward: "Sir, won't you say goodbye to His Highness the Third Highness?"

"I've already said goodbye, and it would be long-winded to say any more." Song Xuan smiled lightly.

The younger sister pursed her mouth, obviously feeling sorry for the beautiful Third Highness.

There was a flash of inspiration in Song Xuan's eyes, and he smiled kindly at his sister: "However, I have something to say, and I would like you to bring it to Your Highness."

The younger sister looked at him innocently: "Sir, please tell me."

"Isn't the Dali Temple investigating the assassins on the way back to Beijing?" Song Xuan said with a smile, pointing at the assassins who had committed suicide on the ground. "If you can't find anything, let him follow the identity of this assassin, maybe he can find a big fish."

When the elder sister heard this, her expression turned cold immediately: "Mr. Song!"

Song Xuan smiled as before: "There is no need to hide your words from the Holy Majesty."

The younger sister nodded ignorantly.

The elder sister's eyes were still full of guard.

When Song Xuan went to search for evidence, this person still had a weak consciousness, and he read this person's memory.

The people sent by the first prince were all dead soldiers who were trained in childhood, or indirectly turned a few corners to kill people with knives, and there was no trace of them.

But this time, maybe the prince was in a hurry and sent a person from the Jianghu over.

He probably heard that Ji Yunxi fainted in the Zhaixing Pavilion, so he thought that the two of them had something to do in private. It was difficult for him to get rid of Ji Yunxi in Shengjing, but he could get rid of Song Xuan first.

This person joined the prince not long ago, which is also the reason why Fang Qiutang saw him familiarly - he must have seen him in the prince's mansion, but he couldn't say it clearly in front of the Fuluan sisters, but only mentioned it vaguely.

Just at that moment, Song Xuan read the process of his transaction with the prince. If he could identify this person and follow the signs, he would be able to catch the prince's fox tail.

And the letter that Song Xuan handed over to Ji Yunxi might also come in handy.

It's just that these things are not Song Xuan's business.

The east was bright in the distance, and the two sisters advised him, "Sir, take our carriage."

Song Xuan shook his head: "How can I let you two girls go back on foot, I will find it myself."

Speaking of which, Song Xuan picked up the package from the ground, his body was still stained with blood, his ink hair was disheveled, he held the package in one hand, but went straight towards Tianming.

The faint whiteness of the fish belly dispelled the heavy night, and seemed to blend with the old Taoist robe on Song Xuan's body. He walked lazily, as if he was a Taoist who went to buy wine, and finally disappeared into the distance.

Can vaguely hear him humming a little song.

"In the world, monarchs, ministers, and relatives are so different from ants; the rise and fall of all suffering and joy are the same as Nanke. Waiting for a dream, where is the birth of heaven."

[The first volume of the market is finished]