The black-faced shopkeeper and the woman in the pink skirt have never seen such an invulnerable person. No matter how strong they are in protecting their bodies, daggers and swords will leave white marks on their bodies, not to mention obvious weaknesses such as eyes and mouth. Got it.
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He is not a human being, he is not a human being. They looked at Meng Qi as if they were looking at immortals and Buddhas who came to this world, or demons from hell, full of fear and collapse.
Subconsciously, they turned around to escape, but a smiling voice came from their ears: Did I let you go
There was no magic or experience, but fear made the black-faced shopkeeper and the woman in pink skirt freeze in place, not daring to take another step.
Meng Qi saw it funny. If they escaped, he really couldn't stop them. After all, they couldn't take the initiative to hurt others. But after their hearts were broken and their courage was taken away, they could no longer think of resisting and escaping. Sometimes, they would kill It is harder to kill a hundred pigs than to kill a hundred people who have no will to resist.
Go search for the antidote. Meng Qi suddenly spoke to the newcomers.
Min Renlong, Wu Xiuxian and others slumped on the chairs, their eyes met. They didn't know why the master still gave such an order. Their hands and feet were weak and it was difficult to move.
At this time, Yuan Yang, a girl with a yin and yang face, said in surprise: You can see it
She felt she was well disguised.
The reaction of your Qi flow and muscles, your heartbeat and blood flow, all betrayed you deeply. Meng Qi smiled without saying a word, pointed at the black-faced shopkeeper and the woman in pink skirt, and motioned to Yuan Yang to search for the antidote.
Yuan Yang stood up, and at some point there was an insect on the back of his hand. It was dark blue, like a ladybug, but it had seven-color rainbow-like traces on it.
She looked at Min Long Weng Lingyu slightly awkwardly, and whispered: I didn't notice that there was any poison in the meal, but Blue Star will take the initiative to absorb the poison. By the time I react, you have already eaten a lot, so you pretended to be powerless and planned to Wait for the poisoned villain to approach. Show them how awesome you are.
Coping well. Meng Qi gave a rare compliment, saying that without him, Yuan Yang would be their only chance of survival.
Weng Lingyu and others only felt lucky and had no intention of blaming them, and asked Yuan Yang to get the antidote quickly.
Yuan Yang breathed a sigh of relief and was slightly excited because of the praise. She was always discriminated against in the clan.
She walked quickly to the woman in pink skirt and the black-faced shopkeeper. Just as they were about to be searched, the two men collapsed and handed over the antidote.
Wait for Blue Star to identify it. Yuan Yang took it back with a smile and fed it to Wu Xiuxian and others. At the same time, the black-faced shopkeeper and the woman in the pink skirt turned black, covering their throats with their hands, making a loud sound, and blue blood overflowed from the corners of their mouths.
Poof, they fell to the ground dead.
Feeling the eyes of Meng Qi and others, Yuan Yang said calmly: I asked Lan Xing to bite them quietly. Don't let the bad guys get away, or you'll attract more bad guys.
Well, if they escape and report to the Demonic Sword of Farewell, our assassination operation may not be successful. Wu Xiuxian was the first to agree.
Weng Lingyu looked at the corpse on the ground, shuddered, and gritted his teeth. Finally nodding vigorously, Min Renlong regained his mobility and went up angrily to strike with a sword each.
Okay, get out of here and hide and disguise yourself. Plan again. Meng Qi saw that the four Jianghu chicks had finally realized the dangers of reincarnation after suffering a bloody lesson, and stood up with a smile.
After all the nine orifices were opened, many intoxicating poisons had no effect on him, and they were discharged to the outside along with the inner circulation of heaven and earth. Therefore, even if he had a good meal, it would not affect him, and his pace remained calm.
In a courtyard behind a downtown area.
Green trees grow. Meng Qi sat cross-legged below, with a long sword across his knees, and closed his eyes to practice the Ancestral Aperture between the Eyebrows.
Suddenly, rapid and panicked footsteps approached the yard, and she pushed the door open. It was Weng Lingyu who walked in. She was covered in sugar water and looked extremely embarrassed.
What's wrong? Meng Qi opened his eyes, stroked his sword gently, and there was a smile on his eyes and eyebrows.
He had already anticipated what Weng Lingyu would encounter.
Weng Lingyu was upset and angry: Young Master, you are just selling sugar water near her, how come you are always targeting me like you are facing the enemy who killed your father
This was the fourth day of the mission. After the previous three days of roundabout probing and bribery at the bottom of Tie Xintang, they finally figured out the daily habits of Farewell Demon Sword Fu Cuo, and discovered that he would go to the largest brothel in the city every other day with Spend the night with a good friend and an oiran.
Considering that Fu Cuo has been in this habit for a long time, he cannot always neglect his own safety. It is easy to fall into a trap if he directly goes to the brothel to assassinate. Therefore, Min Renlong and others arranged the assassination on Fu Cuo's only way to go to the brothel. On the way, it is also convenient for them to quickly break away from the battle and return to Samsara Square after they succeed.
With the plan in mind, they began to get familiar with the roles they wanted to play. For example, Weng Lingyu was a girl selling sugar water on the roadside. But when she tried it for the first time today, she was embarrassed by the woman next to her who was doing the same thing.
Destroying someone's wealth is like killing one's parents. Meng Qi commented briefly.
Weng Lingyu only had little experience and was not a fool. He immediately understood the meaning. The place where assassination was convenient must be a prosperous place. It was inevitable that the vendors would make a living on it. If he intervened rashly, in the eyes of others, he was just here to grab a job, so he would naturally be squeezed out. , naturally I was scolded and insulted.
Master, what should I do? She asked with her eyes open.
When a new vendor suddenly appeared, Fu Cuo would be unwary and Meng Qi asked, "Why don't you just knock out the woman who splashed you with sugar water today? Then you can disguise yourself as her, talk less, lower your head more, and you won't be afraid of being beaten in a short period of time." People find out.
Weng Lingyu nodded lightly: Well, I have been practicing selling sugar water elsewhere these days.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Xiuxian pushed open the courtyard door. He was wearing tattered clothes and his face was covered with bruises.
Brother Wu, you were beaten by another beggar. Weng Lingyu covered her mouth and said with a smile.
After a few days of getting along, they became familiar with each other.
Wu Xiuxian was angry and annoyed: I don’t understand. Isn’t it just begging for a meal? As for fighting to death
Weng Lingyu glanced at Meng Qi, followed his example, and said with a faint smile: Destroying someone's wealth is like killing their parents.
On this day, the assassination plan of the Fourth Primary School was hit hard. In the past, when I heard anecdotes, the killers always appeared suddenly, either as flower sellers, beggars on the street, or fortune tellers. Kill people and then go far away. It seems very easy. It should be easy to learn something. But who knows, there is a lot of knowledge behind it, and I am still far behind others.
In the next two days, under Meng Qi's guidance and his own exploration, Long Yuanyang and others from Min gradually lost their youthfulness. On track.
At dusk on the sixth day, the streets were full of people. Crowded.
A child was crying and asking for sugar water. His mother took him to the old stall. Since there were many customers, the woman who usually greeted her with a smile lowered her head, but she was very busy. The sugar water boiling in the big pot turned golden. Roaring and bubbling, sweet and fragrant.
After drinking the sugar water, the child left satisfied. Suddenly, there was a hand at his feet, a dirty hand covered with dirt.
All right, all right. This beggar begged in a hoarse voice.
The child's mother couldn't stand it, threw a coin into his broken bowl, and then pulled the child away quickly.
In front of the vendor selling hair flowers opposite, a girl with a bit of exotic style was concentrating on choosing. Sitting in the private room downstairs was a man dressed in black, drinking tea and eating meat, with a long sword beside his hand.
In the private room on the upper floor, Meng Qi was playing with his teacup and looking down with a smile. Waiting for the assassination with admiration.
There was a sound of horse hooves, and several riders appeared in the distance. The one surrounded in the center was the Demonic Sword of Farewell Fucuo. There were nine guards around him. The strongest one was already enlightened, no worse than Wu Xiuxian.
Ten horse riders entered the street. Because it was too prosperous, the horses slowed down and Fu Cuo looked left and right, admiring the city under his rule.
Suddenly, the brown horse under him neighed and stood up. There was a dark blue insect on the horse's legs, with a colorful halo shining on its back.
It was said that it was late and then it was faster, a moment slower than the horse's neighing, the woman who had been burying her head picked up the iron pot and poured the boiling sugar water on Fu Cuo and others.
Several guards were caught off guard and screamed when they were burned. Some waved their weapons to block the water droplets, and some jumped off their horses and used horses to escape. The scene was extremely chaotic.
At this moment, the beggar next to him suddenly jumped out and pounced on him. The judge's pen in his hand was dotted across his throat and between his eyebrows.
When the horses stood up, Fu Cuo subconsciously controlled and did not abandon the horse. When he realized that he was being assassinated, the sugar water and the judge's pen were already in front of him.
His ears were open, and he actually heard the sound of flying bugs just now, but he thought it was an ordinary insect and didn't pay attention. It wasn't coming towards him anyway. Who would have thought that it circled around and suddenly came over and bit the horse. .
At the critical moment, he drew out his long sword and moved from bottom to top with two clanging sounds. He drew his long sword and rolled his body to the side to avoid the sugar water.
Suddenly, a bright sword light fell from mid-air, like a steep mountain peak, extremely dangerous.
At the critical moment of life and death, Fu Cuo had not yet separated from the horse and exerted his strength on his legs. He stopped for a moment, slowed down a beat, missed the sword light, and then drew the long sword and took away the man in black clothes.
Min Renlong and Wu Xiuxian didn't stop, turned around and ran away, as if they didn't care at all whether Fu Cuo was hurt.
Fu Cuo stood up and suddenly shook, his face quickly turned black, and blue blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
It turns out that the real killer is the bug. Both Wu Xiuxian and Min Renlong are trying to distract Fu Cuo and forget about the bug that harmed the horses.
At this moment, Weng Lingyu, who sells sugar water, and Yuan Yang, who picks flowers, had already evacuated according to the opportunity.
The guards separated and pursued Wu Xiuxian and others, but there were many people on the street and it was difficult to catch up.
Meng Qi nodded. The four newcomers have grown rapidly and can be used as auxiliary members of the team.
He was waiting to return after the mission, but there was still no movement. He nodded slightly, fearing that there might still be some twists and turns.
With a glare, Weng Lingyu circled around, went to the restaurant as planned, and rushed into the private room.
As far as she was concerned, the mission was over.
But before she could say hello to Meng Qi, she saw a man carrying a knife walking in, his aura restrained and as deep as the sea.
He, he followed himself, Weng Lingyu thought blankly.
The man holding the knife looked at Meng Qi who was lazily drinking tea, and said in a deep voice: When I witnessed the assassination just now, I was thinking that there should be a mastermind behind it, and it turned out to be true.
He approached Meng Qi slowly, looking confident.
Meng Qi sighed, picked up the sword with its scabbard, and stabbed the man with the sword in the knee without any surprise.
The man raised his eyebrows and unfolded his sword, but suddenly he saw the opponent's sword raised, and he jumped through the many traps.
He took a step back and slashed with his long sword, trying to use force to overcome skill.
But the opponent's long sword had changed its stance and was still pointing at his knees.
Three sword strikes in a row, each one made the man holding the sword take a step back.
The long sword was retracted, and the man holding the sword returned to the position when he first came in.
Get out. Meng Qi said calmly.
The man holding the knife was breathing heavily and seemed to have been hit hard: You, you don’t want to know who I am and why I’m following you here.
not interested. Meng Qi smiled and poured himself a cup of tea.
Okay, okay, the man with the sword looked livid and said hello three times. You defeated me so easily. You must be unparalleled in the world.
Meng Qi smiled, looked out the window at the bustling streets, and said with half interest: "I have studied martial arts for many years. It would be really boring if my opponent was still at your level."
There was no contempt, but it was better than contempt. The kind of contempt that came from the heart made the man with the knife turn pale, said nothing more, staggered and turned around to leave.
Weng Lingyu looked at Meng Qi and felt that the swordsmanship just now was familiar to her. Suddenly, she remembered a famous swordsmanship. There were many rumored swordsmanships in Jiangdong. She stammered: Kan, Kanxu swordsmanship, sir, sir, You are the Wang family
Meng Qi raised his finger to cover his lips and shushed: Don't tell others, cough cough cough.
He coughed intently, then his vision dimmed, mission accomplished.
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