he doesn't use a knife

Shenmeng Pavilion is located in Lingmen City.

It's mysterious, but it's not mysterious either.

Anyone who has lived in Lingmen City for a long time will never forget the three words Shenmeng Pavilion.

Because the mystery of Shenmeng Pavilion lies in the fact that there has never been such a sect in Jianghu—it actually uses white silk as a weapon!

Can Bai Ling not be used as a weapon?

That is of course possible.

In the early days, there was also a sect named Feixian sect who used white silk as weapons, but their white silk had heavy bells attached to the tail, and with one blow, the sharp horns could pierce flesh.

But Bai Ling in Shenmeng Pavilion is Bai Ling.

It was so light and soft that people couldn't detect the murderous intent hidden behind Bai Ling.

Xue Lanling took the dagger, jumped over a high wall like a light cloud, and fell into the backyard of Shenmeng Pavilion.

He hid behind the door, lowered his eyes, and wiped the knife as if caring for his lover.

The blade is very shiny.

Bright in the clear sky, bright in the light of the morning sun.

Xue Lanling lazily raised his eyes again.

He was dressed in black, but he was unobtrusive on a sunny day.

As if he was born to be in the light.

He shines all the time.

Xue Lanling turned his head and listened intently to all the sounds in the backyard.

Whether it's the wind blowing or the stone rolling slowly, you can hear it when you calm down.

But his purpose was not to listen to these insignificant sounds.

Xue Lanling was looking for his target.

——The young master of the Divine Dream Pavilion.

Young Pavilion Master shouldn't be in the backyard.

Xue Lanling set out to move forward, bypassing the woodshed, and approaching the inner courtyard instead.

He didn't walk fast, every step was steady and light.It is lighter than the sound of wind.

The strength of his grip on the dagger was not heavy.

It seemed that the dagger was reluctant to bear him, rather than him holding the dagger.

When entering the inner courtyard, Xue Lanling hid behind the wall, and wrapped the golden feathers in her hair in a high ponytail.

He bowed and closed his eyes, the shadow on the ground looked a bit treacherous.

Someone in the room is talking.

It was a man who spoke.

The voice was very thick, not like that of a young man, but very obviously, it was the voice of a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man said: "According to the intention of the pavilion master, since the eight sects intend to cooperate with us and train us to become the ninth sect, then we will listen to the wishes of the eight sects."

After a moment of silence, a woman's voice came again.

The woman said: "But according to this meaning, are we listening to the orders of the Shenmeng Pavilion, or the orders of the eight sects? Besides, how easy is it to become the ninth sect? I don't think the pavilion master should agree."

The middle-aged man coughed twice, and said: "Qiu Niang, you are short-sighted about this matter. Not to mention the benefits of being the Ninth Gate Sect, just think about it carefully, no matter whether our Shenmeng Pavilion can achieve this The ninth sect and the eight major sects have formed good ties with us. If we succeed, it will be the credit of Shenmeng Pavilion, if we fail, we will not suffer."

The woman named Qiu Niang heard about it, but still hesitated.

The middle-aged man persuaded again: "Young Pavilion Master is practicing kung fu in Hui Pavilion, if you still don't want to, wait for Shaoge Master to practice, and then you can have a good talk with Young Pavilion Master."

He fell silent.

Xue Lan ordered to leave immediately.

Hui Court.

Hui Pavilion is in the courtyard, not far from here.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

There will never be a more perfect and decisive killer than Xue Lanling.

He is sensible and calm.

You won't make a wrong judgment, and you won't put yourself in a desperate situation.

Xue Lanling rushed to Hui Pavilion first.

There is no guard outside Hui Pavilion.

This is the best time!

The young master who was sitting in the Hui Pavilion with his eyes closed and practicing kung fu never thought of it.

In the Divine Dream Pavilion, he would encounter an assassin!

The Young Pavilion Master will never think of it!

Because his closed eyes, from this moment on, will never open again.

——killed with one knife!

The knife was fast and steady, ruthless and accurate, and there was hardly any sound.

How did Xue Lanling get in?

How did he easily slash the dagger across the young pavilion master's throat?

No one will know except himself.

Because the young master of Shenmeng Pavilion is already dead.

——How difficult this assassination target sounds.

Xue Lanling completed this task, but it was as easy as picking something out of a bag.

That hand not only took people's lives, but also easily took away the wooden hairpin from Shaoge Master's hair.

He stood up.

Blood stained the dagger, but none of it fell on Xue Lanling's body.

His black clothes were still very dark.

There is no gold thread at the sleeve edge.

It was the clothes of Qidaomen.

Simple and capable, it made his beautiful face a bit cold.

Xue Lanling laughed.

He stretched out his hand, and took out the unique weapon of Shenmeng Pavilion from the waist of the Young Pavilion Master.

—A bouquet of white silk.

The white silk was held in his hand, and soon some corners were stained red with blood.

Xue Lanling lowered his eyes, a little bit of inner strength, and the white silk suddenly shattered into pieces.

Fragments fell soundlessly to the ground.

—— There is an unwritten rule in Qidaomen.

Fan Fan completed the mission and took the life of the mission target.

It is necessary to leave a word "knife" to show your achievements.

It's insane.

In the Jianghu, there is only the Feihua Sect of the Demon Sect who is more arrogant than him.

——The Feihua Sect has already been exterminated.

Qidaomen is now the most arrogant organization in the Jianghu.

They are killers, and they don't know how to keep a low profile.

There was a smile on Xue Lanling's lips, he squatted down, stretched out his hand, and fiddled with the rags on the ground very carefully.

One piece after another, he gradually spelled it into the word "knife".

He takes it seriously when he does it.

It seemed that there would be nothing more worthy of his seriousness than this matter.

The words cannot be spelled with sharp strokes.

But the word itself represents a sharp blade.

——Xue Lanling stood up.

Looking at the bloody dagger in his hand, his smile slowly disappeared.

Xue Lanling didn't like killing people like this.

He lost his smile, frowned and sealed the dagger back into its sheath.

He walked out of Hui Pavilion and left Hui Pavilion.

But he didn't leave the Divine Dream Pavilion immediately!

Xue Lanling was waiting.

What are you waiting for?

——He was waiting for the people of Shenmeng Pavilion to find the young pavilion master's body.

He's going to do something crazy.

—Maybe, maybe it wasn't crazy.

Xue Lanling did not wait long.

Because soon, Qiu Niang's figure appeared in Hui Pavilion.

Naturally, she came here for the affairs of the eight sects.

She did not expect that what she saw would be the body of the young pavilion master.

Xue Lanling tilted his head, leaning his back against a wall in the corner, waiting to scream, curse, or go crazy.

—Of course he can wait.

Qiuniang's cursing sound resounded throughout the Shenmeng Pavilion.

Just in an instant.

Xue Lanling laughed again.

He flew up to the wall, but no one could see his ethereal movement.

Xue Lanling dropped a rag.

Dark blue rags.

In normal times, such rags would not attract anyone's attention.

No one will doubt it.

But what would this rag be in these days?

When the first watch drum sounded at night.

Xue Lanling returned to the Seven Swords Gate.

He has been given the privilege to enter and exit the Qidaomen at any time.

It is not difficult to see where the Qidaomen resides and which mountain it is on.

— as long as he has enough time to see it.

However, the joyful mood disappeared without a trace before stepping into the main hall.

Because he heard the sect master's low-pitched reprimand: "Trash! Such a simple task, but I couldn't do it!"

Then, there was a very obvious sound of whips.

It seemed to hit someone, and it caused a not-so-obvious cry of pain.

Xue Lanling walked in.

He lowered his eyes, and Shi Shi ran to his place.

——A dozen killers stood in the center of the main hall.

Some people shake like chaff, some people die like ashes, and some people are like pines and cypresses, never bowing their heads.

——Duan Yishuang was among them.

Indeed, it is very embarrassing for an honest gentleman like Duan Yishuang to be a killer.

Xue Lanling was not surprised either.

However, not only Duan Yishuang stood in the middle, but also Yu Qiuyi.

Yu Qiuyi was even injured.

Xue Lanling took a lazy glance and stopped looking.

The voice of the door master sounded again: "The Qidaomen doesn't raise trash, since you choose to be the killers of my Qidaomen, you can't be trash! Qianshan, do it!"

After his words fell, the man who presided over the full moon rally that night raised his long whip again.

With thorns, blood is still reflected on the thorns.

This whip hit the nearest killer hard, causing him to scream in an instant, curled up on the ground, and stopped moving.

Qian Shan still looked the same, wearing a mask and black clothes.

He took a few steps forward and poked the fallen killer with the tip of his shoe.

Qian Shan said: "Master, this trash is dead."

The door master sneered: "I can't even stand a whip, what a waste! Don't let him die in peace, drag him to a mass grave!"

Qian Shan complied, and two killers came out, dragging the dead body away on the ground.

There was a moment of silence in the main hall.

Breathing is very light.

Qian Shan clenched his long whip tightly, he had received the order from the sect master, so naturally he would not stop.

He raised his whip again—

For half an hour.

Some people survived the punishment by chance, while others died before their eyes without even holding on to the two lashes.

From the beginning to the end, Duan Yishuang did not move.

Even though the fingertips of the hand holding the sword have turned white, even though the face behind the mask has lost all color.

But Duan Yishuang didn't move.

Everyone has the awareness to become a killer—this is far from a place for him to be a hero.

In the face of some things, right from wrong is actually not clear.

At this moment, Qian Shan swung his whip again.

Spiky, bloody, gentle and cruel under the envelope of lights.

It was about to meet Duan Yishuang.

As long as he takes a step back, or raises his sword as a shield——

Duan Yishuang didn't move.

But this whip did not fall on him.

——Because Xue Lanling blocked it.

Use the beautiful dagger that completed the task and took the life of the young pavilion master.

Easily blocked.

Qian Shan said sharply: "One, you want to rebel against the sect master?!"

Such questioning echoed in the hall, but Xue Lanling only smiled lightly.

The gatekeeper did not speak.

Under their watchful eyes, Xue Lanling remained silent, held the knife, and cut a wound on Duan Yishuang's hand neatly.

Deep wounds, deep and heavy.

This sudden cut made Yu Qiuyi almost jump up in shock.

——The sword fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Duan Yishuang couldn't hold her sword steady anymore.

The wound on the back of his hand was bone deep.

This is a merciless cut, and it is also a very decisive cut, which is even far beyond Duan Yishuang's expectations.

——Because I could have avoided it, but I never thought about it.

Pain gripped the heart in an instant.

Duan Yishuang didn't have any more responses, he knelt on the ground irresistibly under Xue Lanling's shoulder.

Xue Lanling smiled lazily: "I saw that he disrespected the sect master so much, so I just taught him a lesson."

Qian Shan didn't answer.

The door master laughed loudly: "Very good, very good! One, you not only completed the task this time, but also completed it very beautifully. In addition to your loyalty, you deserve a reward."

Xue Lanling said: "The sect master knew about it before the subordinate handed over the token. The sect master is so powerful, and the subordinates admire him."

The door owner ignored his compliments and only asked, "What reward do you want?"

Xue Lanling's smile on the face behind the mask was half-real, half-fake.

He bowed halfway, and the blade of the dagger stuck to the corner of Duan Yishuang's mask.

Xue Lanling said: "He."

The author says:

It will be updated in the future. In order to make the transition of the plot smoother, more time is needed to polish and refine it, so it cannot be updated daily.

The branch line of Qidaomen is very important, just look at the leader's performance.

The leader must be different to Xiao Yi, but he will not show mercy when he should be crazy. This knife really exceeded Xiao Yi's expectations.

But the leader is so handsome, only a little bit crazy, just so handsome.