Jianghai Wuyue

The wind at night was so loud and cold that the tents were a little shaky, and a black shadow drifted across the peach forest that had grown up next to it, and a few flower petals that hadn't grown up and were about to collapse fell down.

In the pitch-black tent, there was a dark fragrance, and the two well-proportioned bulges moved twice and then became quiet.There was an unusual silence for a moment, the tightly fastened curtain of the tent fluttered lightly twice, a wisp of black smoke drifted in like a ghost, and the next moment, a thin black figure was seen standing in front of the bed with silent hands. There was a gleam of coldness, and in the blink of an eye like a thunderbolt, it was inserted fiercely into the raised bulge.

It's just that the touch of the blade's slashing is not the smoothness of tearing flesh and blood, but the dull feeling of cotton wool, which makes the shadow suddenly feel bad and wants to escape immediately.Just as he turned around, he saw a star-sharp sword light in the darkness flashing like a meteor from the moment his eyes narrowed. Although the black shadow dodged extremely quickly to avoid it, his arm was still cut.The viscous blood was absorbed by the poor-quality linen clothes, and the bright red color of the blood could not be seen, leaving only the smell of rust floating in the tent.

The warm yellow halo of the candle lit up the pitch-black tent, and Chen Ling's soft and pretty face was illuminated by the firelight with a bit of kindness and gentleness.He placed the candlestick in his hand on a flat raised stone that was used as a table.Yuan Qingzhang, who was sleeping with him, stood behind him, hugging his waist very comfortably, with his chin sinking into the hollow of his shoulder.It's just that when looking at the shadow, a gloomy dark light quietly shot out.

"I don't know why Mr. came here at night." Chen Ling gently and politely nodded at the stiff black figure, and there seemed to be a star of moist water flashing in his eyes, making those light black eyes softer and more visible soft.The smile on his face didn't look like he was facing an assassin who was so disgusting that he wanted to kill him, but rather like he was looking at a good friend reunited after a long absence.

The black shadow didn't talk to him, but just stood there quietly. If it wasn't for the obvious shadow reflected by the candlelight, it would have been Chen Ling talking to himself.

Chen Ling lifted up the bulging bedding that was spread on the thick bamboo mat, revealing the balls of cotton clothes inside.

"Your Excellency is nimble and nimble, and your tactics are very sharp and decisive. The dagger in your hand is not extraordinary. He is not a person that can be cultivated by ordinary killer organizations. If you don't mind reporting your family name, please let me know clearly. Where did you come from, and why did you come to assassinate me in the middle of the night?" Chen Ling raised his eyes and glanced at the person who looked like a pillar with a half-smile, and slowly smiled.

"You don't want to say? That's okay, I'll tell you your identity." Chen Ling put down the teacup, which was originally used to hold a deep cup, and the delicate celadon cup knocked against the stone with a short crisp sound.

"When we just came out of the city gate of Yuzhou, you followed us. You are not very good at dealing with others, but your character is admirable. You have been holding back until midnight." Chen Ling couldn't bear it. Shi Zhen clapped his hands sincerely, and praised: "With time, I think I will be able to accomplish something. Although, this career is not admirable."

Hei Ying remained unmoved, as if he was not angry at Chen Ling's indifferent belittling, but Chen Ling keenly saw a slight tremor of the hand that was neatly placed on the side of his leg.

All human beings have weaknesses, but some are unknown to the public, and some are confusing.Now he can't care if this is a weakness shown on purpose, with such a handsome kung fu, and such a sophisticated assassination technique, how could it be something that a fledgling person would have.Since they want to let him know that this is an assassin who can be handled easily, then he might as well accept it calmly and go along with their ideas so as to live up to their deep friendship.

"I've seen the people who visit the palace at night, and your methods are exactly the same. It's been so many years, and I haven't seen anything new about you." Chen Ling's contempt flew out of the corner of his eyes, and the gentle and amiable face revealed a little The arrogance and arrogance that people hate, "You came to assassinate me because of your old predecessor 51?"

Seeing that the assassin did not respond, Chen Ling only regarded him as acquiescing to this reason, and continued on his own, "51 was ordered by Elder Shuofeng to spy on the sect's news. I heard that he is one of your teachers. One, you ruthless people who go in and out with white knives and red knives, actually have such passionate feelings, it really makes people... a little emotional for no reason."

Chen Ling's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he said solemnly: "You want to kill me to avenge your master? It depends on whether you have the life." After finishing speaking, there was a sword glow of moonlight and starlight in the middle of the dark night. A crescent-shaped edge emerges.The dull-witted man was not in a daze at the moment, he quickly turned around on tiptoe to avoid the sharp sword aura.

The assassin's figure was like a cloud of smoke, light and floating, but Chen Ling's sword light also changed like flowing water, and the sword light danced without mercy, cutting several deep and visible scars on the person's body.Moreover, the sword energy from Chen Ling's internal force was still attached to the wound, which could burn the wound. If someone stronger and deeper than his true energy could help nourish and recuperate it, it would never get better within a few years of hard work.This can also be regarded as a small gift from him to send someone to test them.

Yuan Qingzhang leaned against a heavy tree trunk in the tent without shape, leaned against Chen Ling without raising his eyelids, and secretly let the assassin escape under the dense sword net. .When the assassin flew out, the flick of his fingers quietly left a trail of cold zhenqi on his body, quietly lurking in the heart veins, when the healing zhenqi collided with it, even if he could heal at that time, this The process will also make his life worse than death.

If you dared to deliberately hit him with a gun, you had to accept the consequences.