Before leaving the mountain, Shi Jingzhi specially buried the two killers and put on the Nuo mask again. Yin Ci did not ask the reason, thinking that he was new to the world and was not used to taking people's lives.
After going down the mountain, Shi Jingzhi went straight into the clothing store and picked out a few cheap casual clothes. He then called Yin Ci over and gestured to him.
"Not bad." Shi Jingzhi pinched the cloth with satisfaction, "Find an embroiderer to modify it, and it can be used as clothing for the sect."
His cheap master seemed to have arranged it in advance, and there was an embroiderer in the farmhouse where he was staying temporarily. The woman put the embroidery pieces together, and the "sect uniform" for ten cents was freshly made. The style was the same as the regular uniform, but Yin Ci's uniform had a few less embroidered edges, so it barely looked decent.
"You change too, we'll be leaving soon." Shi Jingzhi went into the inner room and quickly changed into new clothes. He seemed to be in a good mood.
Shi Jingzhi's previous clothes were tattered, and the ones given by Aunt Li didn't fit him well, so he looked like a beggar. Now that he had changed into new clothes, and with that face, he looked a bit like a master.
"Where are you going?"
Shi Jingzhi straightened his sleeves and said, "To establish a new sect, one must go to Yueshui Pavilion to register. If one wants to go to the tomb, one must either be well-known in the martial arts world, or be a regular sect, or follow the rules of the Jinyu Gang."
Yin Ci sighed, "You accepted me as your disciple, maybe just to make up the numbers."
A lonely person can't remember the sect, but a three-year-old child knows it. When Shi Jingzhi proposed to accept a disciple, Yin Ci guessed some of the reasons.
"No, no, no, you do have excellent physique and are suitable for martial arts training." Shi Jingzhi explained hurriedly, "The tomb is dangerous. If you don't want to go in, you can wait outside. Your master will never force you."
He didn't even have the meal to become a disciple, but he called himself "master". Yin Ci saw how nervous the other person was, and he wanted to laugh - this guy got nervous when he was teased, but he still wanted to act like a senior, which was very funny.
He wants to go to the tomb under the name of his sect. It seems that this person is really unknown in the martial arts world. It's no wonder that I don't have any impression of him. Looking at his strange internal strength, he doesn't look like a master pretending to be one... Just in case, I'll take his pulse again when I have time. This person is spitting blood for no reason, so I can take a look at what's wrong with him.
Yin Ci borrowed the stove from a farmer's house and baked some vegetable and meat patties. Shi Jingzhi had no intention of using him as a servant, so he prepared the car and luggage himself before calling him.
The two of them got on the carriage. Shi Jingzhi was still wearing the inferior Nuo mask, and rolled up the blood-stained flag, thinking to himself.
After a long while, he finally whispered, "I really didn't use you as a filler. Most people can't stand the situation on the mountain. You are not too old, you have good talent, and you are upright. You are just right."
Yin Ci almost laughed out loud: "An upright person?"
Shi Jingzhi: "Let's not talk about anything else. I have a very good eye for people."
There was a bit more sympathy in Yin Ci's eyes—What a good young man, it's a pity that he went blind at such a young age.
To prevent this person from continuing to worry, Yin Ci threw out a reassuring pill: "I have no relatives or friends, and I have nowhere to go. The young master has an extraordinary appearance and is willing to teach martial arts for money. This is a blessing from heaven."
Shi Jingzhi was silent for a while, then spoke cautiously: "Well, can you please stop calling me Little Master? It sounds like a monk."
Yin Ci: “…Little Master.”
Shi Jingzhi: “…”
Yin Ci was flexible and said, "Master."
Shi Jingyi was touched: "Hey."
Once he started talking, he couldn't stop. In less than half an hour, Shi Jingzhi told the whole story.
According to Shi Jingzhi, his elders had some background in the underworld, and gave up martial arts to do business in their early years, doing small business in Yidu. He was the second to last in the family, the least promising one, and only had slightly outstanding martial arts skills. Fortunately, his eldest brother inherited the family business early, so no one cared about him and let him run around.
To translate it, our sect has no historical background, and I, as a master, am also the first time a young lady has married a sedan chair. But my family is not poor, and I will not owe you two taels of silver every month, and I will never cheat you.
Yin Ci just ignored him and didn't believe a word he said. But in order to appear sincere, Yin Ci had to play along: "Yeah, yeah."
"I heard from Aunt Li that your name is Yin Ci - it doesn't sound like a mountain dweller name."
Yin Ci answered immediately: "My grandfather gave me this name. He was well educated and taught me how to read."
"You can read, that will be convenient for you in the future..."
Shi Jingzhi was a new official who had just started his job. He was full of teacher-student friendship and kept talking all the way. When they reached Qizhou, Yin Ci's head was already buzzing.
As soon as the carriage stopped, Yin Ci touched the ground with his feet: "The apprenticeship meal has not been prepared yet, little... Master, I want to inquire about the market and buy the ingredients first."
Shi Jingzhi was touched and immediately took out a few strings of money: "Okay, I—"
He looked around and pointed to a nearby courtyard: "I'll wait for you over there."
The devil Yin took the money and ran away, heading straight into the dark alley. When the lingering sound in his ears faded away, he walked out slowly.
Yin Ci had good self-control, and Shi Jingzhi's noise didn't annoy him enough to drive him away. He wasn't in a hurry to play the role of a teacher and disciple, for one main reason - the Chi Gou Sect sent ten assassins, Shi Jingzhi killed two, and the remaining eight were dedicated enough to follow him all the way to Qizhou.
The two killed by Shi Jingzhi were probably the best in the group. The others knew that they couldn't force their way in, so they would probably use wits. Since they had to do it secretly, according to the Chi Gou Cult's custom...
The alley was dark, Yin Ci was walking and thinking, and suddenly stopped. He just frowned, and five steel needles stabbed at him from different angles, piercing him instantly. The needles were coated with anesthetic, and the dosage was enough to knock down an entire wild boar.
Yin Ci suddenly fell down and hit the stone road hard, with a hint of surprise still in his eyes.
The assassins didn't delay, they lifted Yin Ci onto their shoulders, pretending to take care of a drunk, and dragged him to an empty yard. Once they were in the yard, the assassins stripped off the "faction uniform" and stabbed Yin Ci in the heart, then turned the blade half a circle.
With a few "pushing" sounds, the beating heart was mostly shattered and blood gushed out.
There are many evil ways in the martial arts world, including the art of feigning death by breathing like a turtle. But if the heart is crushed, even the Golden Immortal can't save it. This set of methods is smooth and flowing, leaving no trace on the outside, and leaving no hope of life inside.
Yin Ci lay there soundlessly, with a pool of scarlet blood beneath him.
The killers no longer paid attention to the body and gathered in a group. One of them was sticking fake leather on his face.
"Watch this man's features carefully, and then take off the fake leather. Remember, he doesn't have any internal strength, so don't let him show off."
"Don't change your clothes yet. I'll go get you your shoes."
"Be careful. That quack doctor must be no ordinary person since he could steal the jade beads. Ordinary poisons won't work, but I have colorless and odorless ones - is there anything else I'm missing?"
"Burn your wrist," a voice interrupted.
"Wrap it with cloth and consider it a bandage." The disguised killer took over the conversation and felt something was wrong for a while - the voice seemed a little unfamiliar.
The assassins slowly turned their heads and looked at the "corpses" standing in a circle with them. Yin Ci stood there with a smile on his face, his inner garment mostly stained red with blood.
The quality of the killers from the Demon Cult was very strong. No one wasted time being shocked. The yard was instantly filled with the flashing of swords and sabers.
Yin Ci did not attack immediately. He swung back and forth barefoot between the swords and sabers, as if to provoke them. The killers tried their best but could not touch a single hair on him.
Yin Ci shook for half an incense stick of time, then suddenly raised his hand and flicked his finger across the swords. The assassins' blades twisted into a ball and slashed at each other, blood splattered everywhere, and only the one in disguise was still standing.
He looked at the "young Yamato" lying in a pool of blood, his sword stopped in mid-air, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
This person accurately exposed everyone's weaknesses and performed a beautiful borrowing knife to kill. Just looking at the scars on the bodies, those who come after them will only think that they are fighting among themselves, and will not find any traces of outsiders interfering.
"You... you can't be alive." The disguised killer's voice was dry, and a chill ran down his spine - was this man's initial surprise fake? If so, how did he know about the Red Hook Cult's habit of killing people
"If you guys can really kill me, I'll thank you instead." Yin Ci replied with a fake smile, "I've tried the heart-cutting trick before. It doesn't work, it just hurts."
Disguised Killer: “…”
"You practiced the Bone Sweeping Sword Technique? It's a pity that you only learned the form." Yin Ci looked at the sword in his hand. "But since you have learned it, it is also a fate. You will be the 'culprit of the internal conflict'."
These words were full of murderous intent, and the disguised killer immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He gritted his teeth and rushed forward with his sword - facing a true master, running away would only lead to a faster death.
He mobilized his inner strength and swung the sword with all his might.
The Bone Sweeping Sword Technique was created by the third generation leader of the Chi Gou Sect, the Bone Sweeping Sword Master. That person was extremely talented and left the Chi Gou Sect with the unique skill of "Red Chi Hand". However, the Bone Sweeping Sword Technique was very strange and he did not write down the sword manual. The current moves were all memorized by predecessors.
The Bone Sweeping Sword Technique is rare and strange, extremely difficult to crack, and is very suitable for a final struggle.
However, the man seemed to be able to predict the future and dodged more easily than before. It was obvious that he was very familiar with this sword technique. The disguised killer was in a trance for a while and had an absurd guess -
Su Zhi's meridians were incomplete, and he also had no internal strength. He lived to be nearly a hundred years old, never married, and who knows if he had any offspring. He did not leave the Bone Sweeping Sword Technique to the Chi Gou Sect, perhaps to pass it on to future generations...
He lost his mind and even his life.
The man picked up the knife on the ground and imitated the knife techniques of other killers, leaving several fatal wounds on his body. The disguised killer fell to the ground and made a hoarse sound in his throat: "Are you... Su...?"
"'Su Zhi' should be named Yin." Yin Ci smiled, not caring whether the other party understood or not. "Don't learn my swordsmanship in your next life. This is bad luck."
After making sure that the disguised killer was dead, Yin Ci threw the knife back to its place and put on his clothes - he had killed very carefully, and there was not a single blood spot on his coat.
…Anyway, if the Chigou Cult pursues the matter, the blame will be put on Shi Jingzhi.
After buying chicken, fish, vegetables and vegetables, Yin Ci returned to the agreed courtyard and then froze at the door.
Shi Jingzhi took off his Nuo mask, revealing his fox face, and was squatting among a group of old women shelling beans. He was chatting and laughing with the old ladies, and the breath of life almost made Yin Ci faint.
"The Ling Sect and the Chi Gou Sect have always been at odds. The Ling Sect steals treasures and repairs tombs, while the Chi Gou Sect specializes in tomb robbing. They are like water and fire that cannot get along—" Shi Jingzhi told the old ladies stories while shelling beans. "The Ling Sect was stronger at first, but then the Chi Gou Sect had Su Zhi, and now the Chi Gou Sect is suppressing the Ling Sect."
"To touch gold is really a lack of virtue." The mothers-in-law grinned with their toothless mouths.
"The Chi Gou Cult is pure and evil, but it is not like the Ling Cult, which kills innocent people. They have assassins who take jobs from both the black and white sides. They are very slippery and difficult to nail down."
Shi Jingzhi continued seriously: "…Although the Chigou Sect is troublesome, the Suzhi people are quite powerful. I admire them very much."
Yin Ci and the mothers-in-law pricked up their ears curiously.
Shi Jingzhi looked longingly: "Sisters, that Su Zhi lived to be ninety-nine!"
The mothers-in-law held bean pods in their hands, looking leisurely and fascinated.
Yin Ci: “…”
He walked into the door unhappily: "Little beast... Master, I'm back."
"Good disciple." Shi Jingzhi stood up happily. "Master, we have made the deal. We will stay at Aunt Zhang's house for the next few days."
Aunt Zhang waved to Yin Ci in a friendly manner: "Would you like some maltose? Shi Lang, your disciple has an honest face and looks a lot like my grandson."
Yin Ci: “…” Just now I said that he lacked great virtue.
Fortunately, the devil Yin was able to let go and didn't mind pretending to be a grandson. Seeing that the atmosphere was getting harmonious, Shi Jingzhi suddenly moved closer and sniffed at Yin Ci's temples.
"This chicken was not killed well, the bloody smell is pungent." He laughed, "Apply some medicine before cooking to get rid of the smell."