At dusk?, the distant mountains are crimson.
The crimson clouds dyed the sky and the mountains together, like blood overflowing from the sky.
Yan Feichi was running for his life.
He has been gifted since he was a child, and at a young age, he has mastered the Jinghong Dao handed down in his family. It is rare for ordinary people in the world to survive twenty strokes under his hands.
But at this time, he was running for his life, like a rabbit in a panic.
He was originally the only son of Yan Xing, the chief escort of the Jiangnan Security Bureau. He always hugged each other when he went out. .
But at this moment, even if his own father is still alive, so that he can stand in front of him, he can't be recognized; even if it's a beggar with a dirty face and ragged clothes, he can't seem to be Even more embarrassing than him.
The horse beneath him was whining, and Yan Feichi whipped his whip hard, not caring that this beloved horse, which he once regarded as a treasure, would become blood-stained and bruised.
The sound of chasing after him gradually approached. Murderous? Accompanied by clouds and clouds.
The steed finally couldn't hold it any longer, let out a long neigh, and fell to the ground.
Yan Feichi was slammed onto the ground, and he didn't care about anything else. The moment he landed, he rolled on the spot, and when he got up on his toes, he jumped out all at once.
He is sure that in the past eighteen years, his lightness kung fu has never been so fast or so good
Passing through the dense forest and passing the path, Yan Feichi saw a dilapidated temple.
Twilight spreads like blood on the temple.
Yan Feichi couldn't tell whether what he saw was the afterglow of the setting sun, or the blood gushing from his body.
He couldn't hold on any longer, and staggered into it with injuries all over his body.
Only then did Yan Feichi discover that there was someone in the temple.
It was a pair of master and servant.
The middle-aged man dressed as a servant is not surprising, and he is collecting firewood on the ground.
He looks calm and calm, and looks like a woodcutter lost in the mountains, but his palms are strong and strong; he collects firewood quickly and calmly, and his smooth fingertips are not scratched at all.
This? Looks like a pair of not-so-simple hands. A person with such hands is by no means a simple person.
And the status of a person who can take such a master as a servant is naturally even more difficult.
As if grasping the last straw, Yan Feichi tried his best to walk a few more steps toward where the two were, before staggering and falling down: "Save..." Help me!
He looked up, the rest of the words stuck in his throat.
The servant from before was collecting firewood in front of him, covering most of the master behind him, and Yan Feichi could only see a section of white and flawless sleeve.
But at this time, he was facing this person face to face, and Yan Feichi finally saw the face of this person clearly.
It was a very young and handsome son.
His eyebrows are sparse, and he sits quietly under the altar, with a light white dress casually spread on the dry straw, with a bit of carelessness in his demeanor, as if he is in a golden hall In the Jade Palace, the god statues on the altar turned into clumsy fakes.
Even in this desperate situation, Yan Feichi still couldn't help being amazed—there is such a person in this world!
Xu Shi was seriously injured and his mind was relaxed. When Yan Feichi staggered and fell down, his body uncontrollably rushed forward and fell on the young master.
For a moment, a thought came to his mind in a timely manner: "How many days have I been here? I haven't changed my clothes? If I was struck out with a palm, wouldn't I die in the hands of my enemy?" , but you're going to die here?"
Yan Feichi's untimely worry was obviously unnecessary.
He didn't have the chance to get close to the young man, a piece of firewood suddenly stuck out from the slanted ground, and with a simple pick, he tripped him to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, a strong and powerful hand lifted his collar, directly lifting him up, leaving the young man ten steps away before stopping.
Yan Feichi was thrown to the ground. Seeing that the handsome middle-aged servant cleaned up the young man's body, lit the firewood, and guarded the side without the demeanor of a master. A loyal dog.
"Sir... young master, do you want this person? Want to..."
He glanced at the embarrassed Yan Feichi with distaste, bowed his head respectfully to the young master, and spoke softly, but with a murderous look when he asked.
It seemed that as long as the young master nodded slightly, he would take Yan Feichi's life without hesitation.
That would never be more trouble than him picking up a stick of firewood.
Yan Feichi was so nervous that his breathing became short of breath.
The young man in white looked at him and said, "Isn't this ruined temple? It belongs to my family. Even if we get together by fate, there's no need to call for beating or killing. It just ruins the scenery."
Yan Feichi breathed a sigh of relief, with a look of gratitude in his eyes, just as he was about to speak, his face suddenly changed.
The twilight is in harmony with the fragrance of plum blossoms? Suddenly it floats in, murderous? With the fragrance of flowers, it is everywhere like the twilight.
Holding the knife, he stood up slowly, looked towards the direction of the temple gate, and sighed helplessly:
"This young master has a good attitude. Yan really hates that he can get acquainted with such a person as young master as soon as possible. It's a pity that the person who spoils the scenery... has come."
As the sun set, several figures appeared at the door.
Those were the three men in purple.
A few people stood neatly at the door. Their clothes were made of top-quality silk and satin. Even the saber around their waists was shining coldly. The hilt of the sword was inlaid with several huge gemstones, which was very extraordinary. At first glance, he really? Doesn't he look like a killer, but rather a young man from a wealthy family.
The three of them wore the same half iron mask on their faces, with only a pair of eyes exposed, and even their statures were very similar, they looked like brothers born from the same birth.
"Boss Yan Shao, please."
The man in purple in the middle slowly drew out his sword, his tone was very polite, but his actions were not polite at all.
"...someone is? waiting for you."
Yan Feichi clenched the handle of the knife, and said coldly: "Who is that person? Who ordered you to take action?"
He sighed: "At least one hundred taels of gold can be assigned as a purple-clothed killer, and there are three of them at once. How rich! Who is that person?"
"In our line of business, the most important thing is to be strict with your mouth." The man in purple shook his head slightly, "If you want to know, Young Escort, why don't you ask in person! Please—"
Finally, when the word "?" fell, the three of them drew their swords almost at the same time. The timing, movement, and even the strength of the thrust of the sword were all in harmony with each other, completely blocking Yan Feichi in the middle.
Three sword lights enveloped him.
"I don't want to go, so you can't take me away!"
Yan Feichi yelled sharply, with blue veins bursting out on his face, he ignored the gushing blood on his body, and drew his knife with his backhand to meet him, but when he saw a terrifying shadow of the knife floating in the air, he didn't hesitate Greeting? Jian Guang, with a desperate posture.
In doing so, he turned passive into active. The three of them, who were only planning to capture him alive, were tied up instead.
For a while, the scene was deadlocked.
Suddenly, a burst of fragrance floated faintly from the temple.
But the two masters and servants, who were ignored by both sides at the same time, actually lit a firewood and were roasting a fat and oily rabbit. Isn't that amazing? The astonishing middle-aged servant also took out a neat pile of seasonings, turned the rabbit with one hand, and sprinkled the seasonings evenly with the other hand.
With the sound of "sizzling", a more intense fragrance spread out, and I don't know who swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
The faces of the three purple-clothed men had completely changed. The half of their faces exposed under the mask began to turn red and distorted, and their eyes even gleamed with anger.
It was as if he had suffered an unbearable humiliation.
The leading man in purple hissed: "If you don't want to leave, then stay together!"
Before the words fell, the sword light from the impenetrable sword net flew up and slashed at the two of them, bringing them both into the attack range.
The sword light is like a dense rainstorm, and it is like thunder and lightning bombardment in the sky, one after another.
The surging air flow set off a strong wind, and the flames in front of the two suddenly burst into flames, and the servant who was silently grilling the meat suddenly raised his palm.
Sparks flew out all over the sky, hitting the three purple-clothed men with incomparable precision, forcing the three of them to draw their swords back to defend. His own figure suddenly disappeared in place, like a silent ghost.
The twilight has already completely fallen, and in the darkness, several "dangdangdang" sounds suddenly sounded. That servant didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, but he looked more like a professional killer than these men in purple. When he disappeared and disappeared into the darkness, he surprised everyone. There was a sense of horror in everyone's heart.
And the hunch of these few people was not wrong.
When the flames came on again, the three men in purple had already fallen to the ground forever.
After finishing this matter, An Yan's face remained calm, and he returned to the firewood pile, continuing to slowly roast the fat rabbit.
As if this matter was more important than anything else.
Yan Feichi collapsed on the ground, and faintly heard the mysterious young man next to him sigh softly: "This? Is the killer of Tianyi Pavilion? He treats other people's lives as worthless, and his own life is like this. Don't you put it in your heart?"
"Young master is saying that it's ridiculous that you can't let go of your dignity and honor after doing a business of buying your life with money."
An Yan thought so deeply. He is already a great expert among assassins, if it were him, he would only put assassination first, and would never be disturbed by anything.
However, Tianyi Pavilion seems to have some connection with the Seven Emotions Sect. Perhaps this is the difference in style between the two veins
No? Wei nodded, and sighed again: "It seems that there is a long way to go to transform Tianyi Pavilion in the future."
Hearing this, Yan Feichi couldn't control himself any longer. His forehead was full of question marks. He slowly applied the golden sore medicine on himself, then slowly sat up from the ground, and bowed to the two of them.
"Thank you, both of you, for your help. Yan is so grateful!"
But, he really couldn't restrain his curiosity. I heard this young master mention the renovation of Tianyi Pavilion, how to reform it? Would that vicious killer organization still listen to him
Thinking like this, he also asked.
The other party also answered happily: "Is it now? Yes, but not in the future? Definitely, sooner or later you will listen to me."
Yuan Buwei's tone of voice was taken for granted, and there was even a calm smile on his lips.
The nine sects of the three veins of the Demon Sect have already been classified as private property by him in advance, and they are all his future tools.
Thinking of this, I feel deeply saddened for these three purple-clothed men who did not live up to their own means, just like a vegetable farmer watching vegetables rot in his own garden.
… Lost three in vain before they got into their pockets? Ah, these tool people are really too? Don’t? Take care of yourself! In the future, we must strengthen ideological education for them, and ensure sustainable development and repeated use.