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Wei Ping said: "This time, I'm not as skilled as others, and I'm willing to bow down. Let's stop fighting and talk about it."

As the saying goes, "360 lines, every line leads to the champion".If professional discrimination is put aside, Lin Feiyuan is the leader of the killer and assassin team.

Many people in the cultivation world are glamorous and honest, and many sects claim to be famous and upright, and take it as their mission to eliminate demons and defend the way.

Therefore, many things cannot be done on the bright side, and it is not convenient for those who want to kill to do it themselves. A black market has emerged in response to the situation.

If you want to rank the black market assassins, Lin Feiyuan deserves to be number one, of course not only because he is the most expensive, exquisite in craftsmanship, and has never missed a single shot.

It's more because he has people under him.Most of the new assassins will visit him with a gift, hand in a nomination certificate, and ask him to introduce a business.

Only in this way can it be regarded as officially opened in the black market.

With Lin Feiyuan's reputation in the industry, it would be rare for him to do it alone.

100 million, he can hire a few more people to divide the work.

"Wei Zhenyu, what are you talking about with me?"

Lin Feiyuan raised her eyelids to look at people, as if rolling her eyes at Wei Ping: "You gave me the topographic map of Qianqufang and the city defense map of Tiancheng. Without your cooperation, I would not be able to hurt him."

"Song Qianji was injured and resisted the thunder disaster. Ruofu was lucky enough to survive. When he wakes up, I will tell him that the dog who wags his tail the most is the mastermind of the assassin. The proof that you met me I still keep it, can you live?"

The worse Wei Ping's complexion got, the happier Lin Feiyuan smiled:

"What kind of eyes do you have? Don't even think about searching the body. The things are in a place that only I know."

Wei Ping gripped the medicine bowl tightly.

In order to win Lin Feiyuan's trust, he obtained the detailed arrangement of the assassination plan, and indeed gave Lin Feiyuan some "sweetness".

They were playing games with each other, and both sides were saying things that were both true and false.But Lin Feiyuan didn't care about anything, Wei Ping was different:

"I won't kill you. But as long as I don't cure you, you won't survive tonight."

"Do you dare?" Lin Feiyuan said firmly, "Song Qianji wants me to live, you dare not disobey him."

Wei Ping thought to himself, if it wasn't for fear of Song Qianji's anger, 1 of you and I would have been thrown into the Qianqu River.

He suddenly laughed: "You are right, now my life is in your hands, and yours is also in my hands, which is fair. You pretend you don't know me, and I will find a chance to let you go, how about it? "

"You still want to stay here forever? Cook and wash clothes for Song Qianji?" Lin Feiyuan exclaimed, "Ha, you are really addicted to being a dog!"

Wei Ping was not angry: "I know, you are waiting. You expect someone to set fire to save you in the chaos. Unfortunately, I am the manager here. During the investigation just now, thirteen suspicious-looking people were arrested. .I locked them up with immortal ropes and threw them into the temple... I forgot to tell you that the original temple is Qianqu’s current prison.”

"Counting the time, it's time for the third round of investigation. I'd always rather catch ten thousand by mistake than let one go. Qianqu City Defense is in my hands, and this courtyard is full of formations. If you don't believe me, try it."

The sarcasm on Lin Feiyuan's face restrained slightly, he believed Wei Ping's words were true:

"Song Qianji didn't kill me, he just wanted to find out from my mouth my employer and accomplices behind me. I am familiar with the way of interrogating assassins, torture, beat and torture, cure and beat again. You want me to carry In the past, I didn't say your name..."

Wei Ping understood: "I will find an opportunity to send you away as soon as possible, so as not to let you suffer too much. After all, it is not good for me if you stay here."

Lin Feiyuan slowly shook her head: "It's not enough, if I want to be beaten and suffer, I need to pay more."

Wei Ping gritted his teeth and said, "You tell me the number."

"Where are the four people who came with me?" Lin Feiyuan asked.

Wei Ping said: "They are more regretful than you. They have already drank the medicine and fell asleep in the woodshed."

"Five people go." Lin Feiyuan said coldly, "I don't care what method you use, we will get us out of Qianqu safely within three days. Otherwise, you will die with me!"

"Until Song Qianji wakes up, I won't let you go." Wei Ping took a deep breath, his tone relaxed, "I left home when I was young, wandering all over the world, and when I was clinking with poverty, I asked you to introduce the first business. Counting, You are also my half master."

"There is no deep hatred between us. Instead, there is friendship and kindness. This assassination was an accident. When things have come to this point, everyone doesn't want to, and there is no need to die forever."

After he finished speaking, he smiled softly in his eyes, like serving Song Qianji, and said in a gentle voice: "This medicine is cold, I'll make another bowl for you."

Lin Feiyuan waved to him: "Come, come here."

Wei Ping leaned over with a smile, half of his body passed through the trapped light.

Lin Feiyuan suddenly snatched the medicine bowl from his hand: "Your disciple, you cook the medicine yourself, as a teacher, I dare not drink it."

Lin Feiyuan raised her head as if she was drinking, drank it all, and reached out to return the bowl: "It's cold, at least it's not poisonous."

"Whoa!"

Wei Ping threw up his sleeves and said, "I don't know what's good!"

Broken porcelain splashed all over the place, and the candlelight dazzled.

Lin Feiyuan tilted her head, her cheek was scratched by a tile, and a line of blood dripped down: "Song Qianji is on the third day after waking up."

Wei Ping stared at the tiles, his face pale and blue.After a long while, I squatted down to clean up the mess: "Okay."

Lin Feiyuan laughed heartily: "Look at you now, you really look like a dog."

"Bang!" Wei Ping slammed the door.

Turning around, the cold moonlight shines on his Gujing Wubo eyes.

The nervous and helpless expression on the boy's face disappeared instantly.

With his hands behind his back, he slowly walked down the steps.

"I'll send you out of Qianqu within three days, and then kill them all." He thought silently.

No matter who wants to kill Song Qianji, whether it is the mastermind behind the scenes or the knives that pierced the curtain, I will kill him sooner or later.

……

Ji Chen sat in front of the case and fiddled with the array. He tried to concentrate, but couldn't help turning his head to look at the unconscious Song Qianji:

In the end, the formation board fell: "Ji Chen, you usually go away when you hear a few compliments from others. You really think you are a genius, amazing? Look at this time, you are still far behind! If your formation is stronger Come on, will Brother Song still get hurt?"

"Rely on Brother Meng, Brother Meng may not be here, rely on Brother Wei, Brother Wei may be very busy, relying on others is worse than relying on yourself. You are the master of formation, the responsibility to protect Brother Song and Qianqu falls on your shoulders, remember ?"

"Senior Brother Ji!" A knock on the door interrupted him from talking to himself.

Ji Chen opened the door, and saw that it was a disciple from the guard, he was anxious: "Is something wrong at the gate of the Immortal Official's Mansion?"

He cheered up, if something happened at this juncture, he must take the lead.

The disciple said in a low voice: "A sorcerer came to the door, saying that he passed by Qianqu on the way of Yunyou and wanted to visit Song Xianguan."

"Ask him to come back later." Ji Chen thought of Wei Ping's entrustment, and didn't want to heed it. He read the word Yunyou, and suddenly his expression changed: "Do you know his Dharma name?"

"He claims to be phaseless."

"Ah!" Ji Chen exclaimed in surprise, "The visitor is Master Wuxiang, the 'Music Hand Monk'? Please come in quickly!"

The disciple turned around and left.

"Wait, isn't it an impostor?" Ji Chen stopped the other party again, "I'll meet him in the courtyard first."

Master Wuxiang has superb medical skills, and his good reputation spreads far and wide.In recent years, I have traveled all over the world. It is said that the treatment of diseases does not distinguish between monks and ordinary people, but only depends on fate.Even if the head of a faction wants to ask him for consultation and healing, he can only meet by chance.

Ji Chen thought to himself, is there really such a good thing? I don't need to go out to search for it. I will have the world's first-class medical experts come to my door to see Senior Brother Song.

Not long after, an old monk approached Song Yuan with the guard disciples.

He was wearing a half-worn gold-red cassock with a string of Buddhist beads on his chest. His whole body exuded warmth, and he was very eye-catching standing in the unmelted snow.

The old monk was tall and tall, with a kind face, white beard and hair, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and deep and calm eyes.

Ji Chen took advantage of the moonlight to scrutinize the visitor carefully, and was sure that it wasn't some kind of shape-changing technique. He was overjoyed and saluted:

"The younger generation has met the master. There is so much negligence, it really shouldn't be."

The old monk nodded with a smile: "The benefactor is very polite. When you were young, you liked to climb trees in Fengmingyuan, and the poor monk even hugged you."

"It happened many years ago, Master still remembers!" Ji Chen was moved in his heart, "At that time, my father had a lot of friends and often invited friends to host a banquet at Fengmingyuan... Forget it, let's not mention it, Master, why did you come to Qianqu? "

"Wandering in the world of mortals, there is nowhere to go." The old monk said, "The poor monk heard that after Taoist Song became the fairy official of Qianqu, he brought the dead back to life. His merits are immeasurable, so when he crosses the catastrophe, he has a golden light of merit to protect his body. I am here to visit this fellow Taoist , I wonder if it is convenient to meet?"

"To be honest, you came by coincidence!"

They are in need of a rejuvenating doctor, Ji Chen said without hesitation, "Of course..."

"Inconvenient!" A voice suddenly sounded, interrupting him slightly.

"Brother Wei?" Ji Chen turned his head, stunned for a moment.

Wei Ping walked over quickly, inserted between Ji Chen and the visitor, and said indifferently:

"It's an unfortunate time for you to come, of course it's inconvenient."

If it is hospitality, he is too rude.

"Amitabha." The old monk didn't think it was strange, and proclaimed a Buddha's name.

He looked at Wei Ping quietly.There is no killing intent in the eyes, but there is a sense of scrutiny.

This made Wei Ping uncomfortable, as if all the disguise on his face was washed away by the moonlight, revealing Wei Zhenyu's true face.

Ji Chen hastily introduced the two of them: "Brother Wei, you don't know the master. This is Master Wuxiang, the master monk. Don't blame the master. This is the chief steward of the Immortal Mansion, Fellow Daoist Wei Ping."

Before he finished speaking, the joyful smile on his face suddenly froze.

He heard Weiping's voice transmission:

"After the thunder catastrophe, the Qianqu was closed and no one could enter or exit. You have checked the photos of the previous entrance and exit of the four city gates. Have you ever seen a monk? Where did this person come from?"

The north wind howled in the winter night, blowing through the high and low flower stands.Under the snow, the flowers and trees withered, leaving only the creaking bamboo branches.

Plum blossom petals fluttered in the wind, lingering around the three of them.

Ji Chen's footsteps moved slightly, and he walked out from behind Wei Ping silently, holding the formation plate in his sleeve, making sure that the formation of Song Yuan was working normally, the formation was solid and full of aura.

Wei Ping didn't need to finish speaking, he also understood what the other party meant.

He didn't want to believe that the respected Master Wuxiang had ulterior motives, but now that the situation was special, he couldn't take any risk.

Ji Chen couldn't help thinking, if the other party sneaked into Tiancheng after Qianqu was sealed, what was his intention?

If Lei Jieqian had come to Qianqu, and appreciated Song Qianji's boundless merits as he said, how could he have watched the assassination happen and the situation was in chaos.

The cold wind was piercing, and Wei Ping's cold sweat was already dripping down.

He had a premonition that this Wuxiang was definitely more than the superficial Hinayana realm.

Ji Chen and Wei Ping silently and quickly looked at each other, their hearts beating like drums.

In front of him is a strong man whose enemy is unknown.

Behind him is the unconscious Song Qianji.

……

But in the middle of the night, the news that Song Qianji survived the thunder disaster and broke through the Yuanying has spread throughout the cultivation world.

Most monks didn't want to believe it at first, and even felt broken:

"Song Qianji, isn't he a writer and chess player? How long has it been since the Star Picking Game and the Hero Post?"

"Didn't it mean that he is romantic by nature, likes to dance, play chess and grow flowers, he is a romantic and refined scholar, but his cultivation is low and he has no intention of cultivating?"

"The most important thing is, isn't he only fifteen or sixteen years old this year? Could it be that Ziye Manjusri is invincible in his peers and the first genius seat, so he really needs to be replaced?

Not only did Qianqu not sleep tonight, but many people outside Qianqu waited all night for the news, or boarded the flying magic weapon directly on their way, wanting to see if it was true or not, and what the youngest Nascent Soul would look like.

However, Qianqu County is temporarily closed and visitors are not welcome. It is undoubtedly embarrassing to break into it.

Most of the monks chose to gather in Hongfu County next to Qianqu to wait and see.

Some of them were of high status, Hongfu Immortal Official Liu Hongshan had no choice but to part with his loved ones, and brought out the amber jade liquid wine he had treasured to entertain the guests.

But "Song of Wind and Snow" is no longer played.The song is a good one. Since Song Qianji was entertained last time, he always felt complicated when he listened to this song.

He let go of his identity and made friends with Song Qianji, originally to break through Yuanying.Who knew that he hadn't broken through yet, but the kid surnamed Song did it first.

What's the matter?It doesn't make sense.

Fortunately, not everyone is Song Qianji.

On the banquet, both the host and the guest are happy.

All the guests praised the host one after another: "I heard that Hong Fu and Qian Qu have been friends for generations, and Liu Daoyou and Song Daoyou have a profound friendship. I wonder if we can introduce one or two, so that we can meet the youngest Yuan Ying."

"Liu Daoyou is about to break through Nascent Soul, right? Song Qianji's breakthrough at a young age is partly due to his own talent, and partly thanks to your guidance."

Ever since Liu Hongshan left Huawei Sect and entered the mortal world as a fairy official, dealing with mortals without resentment every day, when has he been praised by so many high-ranking monks with status?

For a while, he felt like he was flying, and he was so drunk that he patted his chest and promised: "Although Qianqu is locked behind closed doors, as long as I visit him in person, he will definitely give me this face. Anyone who wants to see him, come with me tomorrow, and he will definitely give me respect." Let you see!"

Immediately arrange a residence and stay with Hongfu.

The guest closed the door and set up a soundproof array, and the hazy drunkenness in his eyes disappeared instantly.

"This Song Qianji is too difficult to kill, and Chen Hongzhu is too difficult to marry!"

Wei Zhanyang propped his chin and sighed leisurely, "Father, the Huawei Sect seems to be at its peak now, Xuyun is about to break through the realm of transforming gods, and the Zhao family is firmly bound to them, but I heard a while ago that Xuyun Send someone to search for lotus in the depths of the Dead Sea, he probably has a hidden wound..."

The middle-aged monk beside him snorted coldly: "Don't think that the father doesn't know. You think that Chen Hongzhu is not beautiful enough, and her personality is not gentle enough. You are afraid that she will throw the whip. You are still thinking about the number one beauty, Miao. Smoke Fairy."

"Which female cultivator is not marrying? My father underestimated me. I was thinking, maybe we shouldn't be on the boat of the Huawei Sect. If we want to get the support of the Dazong Sect, the Xianyin Sect is not good?"

The middle-aged monk slowly poured a cup of tea and asked:

"Why didn't I know that we were on board. It's done. The family won the Lingshi vein mine and the support of Huaweizong. You are the biggest contributor, and the next head of the family must be you."

"It failed. It was Sanxiu Weiping who went to Qianqu County, and he was also the one who wanted to assassinate Song Qianji. There is no such person as Weiping in our family tree."

Wei Zhanyang yelled exaggeratedly: "But Wei Zhenyu is my brother after all!"

"Have you forgotten? Wei Zhenyu is not here, so it's your turn to marry Chen Hongzhu. The same goes for the position of Patriarch."

Wei Zhanyang suddenly laughed and said, "It's just a joke. I don't have a younger brother who cares about Qianqu."

He took a sip from the teacup, and opened his mouth to spit it into the flowerpot: "Bah, poor Liu Hongshan, does this deserve to be called tea?"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Wei Zhanyang was immediately vigilant. The expression of the middle-aged monk remained unchanged, as if he had expected it: "Come in."

Those who came were dressed as mortals, their faces were dirty and dusty, and they were dusty and dusty.

The middle-aged monk asked: "How is it?"

"Qianqu was closed urgently because Song Qianji fell into a coma on the street after being robbed by lightning..."

"I knew it wasn't that simple! God has eyes!" Wei Zhanyang jumped up against the table and laughed loudly: "I'm hacked to death?!"

The person who came to report the letter wiped his sweat: "No, he didn't die, he has a body protected by golden light of merit."

"Golden Light of Merit?!" Wei Zhanyang was astonished, "Golden Light of Merit can be raised by only relying on one Qianqu County? This is God's will, I said that Chen Hongzhu is very difficult to marry."

The middle-aged monk said: "It's just a bluff. He must have a magic weapon for crossing the catastrophe left behind by the backer. You go back to check the situation and see if Lin Feiyuan is dead or alive."

"The formation is very strict, so you can't get in." The man said nervously, "Even if you can fool the formation, Director Wei is investigating the suspicious person. When Song Qianji's accident happened, the villain took advantage of the chaos and rushed out. Every second counts. Only by chance escaped the city defense team and rushed out of Qianqu County..."

Wei Zhanyang helped him up kindly: "It's really hard work for you."

"Don't dare. It's a small honor for a villain to do things for the master and the young master." The man applauded apprehensively, "Those three Foundation Establishment Pills..."

"Of course, of course." Wei Zhanyang took out a porcelain bottle with his left hand, attracting the opponent's attention, and suddenly struck out with his right hand.

"Crack!" There was a crisp sound, as if a wine glass was shattered.

The man screamed out, his body limp, and he lost his breath.

His Tianling Gai was shattered by a palm, and there was still an expectant smile on the corner of his mouth.

"No progress." The middle-aged monk looked at him coldly: "How many times have I told you that you can't do it cleanly?"

As he spoke, he took out a glazed lamp and flicked the wick.

There was a scream in the air, and the flames flashed.The weak soul that was trying to escape burned up and disappeared in an instant.

Wei Zhanyang flicked the dusty corner of his clothes: "Even if Lin Feiyuan missed and died, what are Wei Zhenyu waiting for? Song Qianji is unconscious at this time, and Meng Heze is not around. I have seen Ji Chen before. , is a brainless young master."

The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became: "Maybe the Xianguan Mansion and Qianqu County will fall into Wei Zhenyu's hands, Wei Ping can try again and kill Song Qianji."

The middle-aged monk said: "Wei Zhenyu's brain is sick again, you take someone to wake him up."

"Yes, father." Wei Zhanyang stood up and saluted with a smile.

……

Overcast clouds floated in, blocking the cold moon.

The weak candlelight of Song Yuan flickered in the wind.

The old monk's cassock fluttered like a red flower.

He took a step forward and asked with a smile, "But I don't know what's the inconvenience?"

Wei Ping suddenly felt pressure rushing towards his face, like an endless tide.

He had only felt similar coercion when facing the ancestors in his family.As for book sages and chess ghosts, they don't like to show coercion.

I'm still too weak to protect anyone I want to protect.Wei Ping gritted his teeth for support, and smiled wryly in his heart. If he knew today, he shouldn't waste a lot of time.

Although Ji Chen didn't feel the pressure, seeing Wei Ping's pale face, he said loudly:

"Master, it's getting late tonight, Brother Song has already rested!"

"Really?" The old monk turned to Ji Chen.

Ji Chen's heart was shocked, as if two deep eyes were nailed in place, unable to move.

The other party is not good.

The north wind was so cold that it made Song Yuan crumble.

Wei Ping's middle finger on his sleeve moved slightly, and the disciples of the guards outside the courtyard were waiting in full force.

At the very moment, a voice came from inside the house:

"I woke up. Master wants to see me, so come in."