Inside an Inn
Shi Mu Zhong tossed a piece of silver worth three taels, and the innkeeper immediately served him tea and water. He then invited him to his room. After dinner, Shi Mu Zhong lit a candle and was deep in thought when he heard a knock on his door.
"Who is it?" Shi Mu Zhong was shocked. A black robed man was standing in front of him.
Shi Mu Zhong regained his composure and looked at him carefully. This man was of average build. He bowed to Shi Mu Zhong, "To be honest, I am Qin Gao, from Yong Prefecture. Young master knows that Mister Shi is short on manpower and has sent me to assist you."
"Qin Gao, the leader of the White Mountain Society?"
The man laughed, "I dare not claim to be the leader. Many years ago, I was wandering the Jianghu, and had no food or clothing. Luckily, young master saved my life and gave me some money. That was how I managed to start a small business."
"Since young master has summoned me, I am here to listen to his orders. I have also brought you a letter of information."
Shi Mu Zhong looked at the letter and was shocked, "With you around, I can achieve great things."
As he spoke, he received the letter and tore it open. He couldn't help but laugh out, "Haha, indeed, there will always be conflicts. Free Cloud Sect is small indeed, but strong. Now, you are invincible. But what about your sect?"
"Song Zhi, I have to think of a way to meet him." Shi Mu Zhong laughed as he spoke, as if he had already thought of a plan.
Dragon Tiger Temple
Although it was noon, the sky was already dark. Rain and fog filled the air. A group of people hurried towards the Dragon Tiger Temple. This was a dilapidated temple, and there were no more incense. Very few people came here, and thus it had become a meeting place.
The sound of thunder rumbled across the sky as a bolt of lightning lit up the entire area. A group of people wearing straw raincoats could be seen walking through the rain. The torches were dimmed by the rain, and couldn't be seen clearly.
"Pa!" Another bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, and a person stood in front of the temple. He was wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat. His face was covered with a black cloth, and his hand was resting on his sword.
Seeing the bamboo hat man, the group of people stopped in their tracks. The person in the middle was wearing the same cloth and said, "Bamboo hat man, we've finally met. It's not easy."
"What business do you have with me?" The man in the bamboo hat said coldly.
"It's not just business. Bamboo Hat Guest, I've long heard that you and the Meng and Zhang families are arch-enemies. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Why don't we work together to deal with the Meng and Zhang families? What do you think?" The man laughed heartily.
"Oh? What targets do you have?" The man in the bamboo hat asked.
"Cooperate with us to capture Shen Wan Lin. She is Zhang Ping's fiancée. It is said that Zhang Ping loves her very much and is about to get married soon. If we capture her, we can use her to threaten Zhang Ping. Who knows, we might even be able to ambush him in the dark. When that happens, killing him will be much easier."
"Even if this person has a heart of stone and cannot be threatened, we can capture this woman and play with her. We can also ruin his reputation." This person said.
Hearing this, the man in the bamboo hat fell silent. After a long time, he asked, "Oh, why do you think I will go with you?"
The man laughed out loud. "A man with a small heart is not a gentleman, and a great man is not ruthless. I believe that you are a smart man. You have always been against the Meng and Zhang families. I believe that you will not let go of this opportunity."
His words were filled with confidence, as if he believed that the assassin in front of him would follow his orders.
At this point, someone pounced in front of Liang Zi Han and said, "Young Master, there is killing intent. Be careful."
His eyes were filled with caution. The man in the bamboo hat was not an ordinary person. When the young master wanted to form an alliance with him, nobody would have agreed to it. It was just that the young master suppressed it.
"There is no need for that. I believe that you will agree to our request. What do you say?" The young master smiled and looked at the man in the bamboo hat. "The Meng family's Dagger Society and the Zhang family's Ferry Gang control many businesses. As long as you help us get rid of these two families, I will give you thirty percent of the profits."
"Your words are indeed very tempting. It's just that I have other ideas." The man in the bamboo hat laughed.
"Oh, what ideas? Let me hear it. Who knows, we might be able to work together." The young master's words were filled with caution.
"I recognized your voice. Liang Zi Han, if you were to die, who would your family suspect?" The man in the bamboo hat spoke coldly, "Hm hm, Liang Zi Han and my family have been enemies for generations. You want to use me as a fighter just because you are wearing a mask? I don't believe that you don't know who I am. "
"Do you think I am an idiot? Or are you an idiot yourself?"
His killing intent exploded as the sword light cut through the rain in the air.
"Young master, be careful." The warrior held his sword and stepped forward to protect Liang Zi Han.
The sword light flashed, and the warrior had no time to dodge. He groaned and struck out with his sword as well. With a "pu" sound, the warrior's body trembled as his body went numb.
The man in the bamboo hat passed by. The sword light flashed and the warrior fell, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The man in the bamboo hat stepped into the mud and splashed up as he continued to kill.
"Protect the young master." Liang Zi Han's guards rushed forward as the rain fell from the sky. A group of people wearing bamboo hats fought. In the sky, a clap of thunder rang out, illuminating the entire area. The man in the bamboo hat was blown up, revealing the person underneath. However, he was wearing a mask, so one could only see that he was very young.
"Pu pu" The two sides' swords clashed, creating sparks. In just a moment, the man in the bamboo hat broke through several people as the sword light flashed.
Only one person was able to retreat. The rest of the guards spat out blood and fell to the ground. The rain splashed onto the ground and mixed with the blood.
"Kill!" Liang Zi Han saw this and charged forward to kill.
At this time, a ray of moonlight appeared in the rain and cut through the sky. Liang Zi Han was sent flying and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
He struggled to get up, but could not get up. He leaned against a rock and saw a deep wound on his chest. Blood flowed out continuously. He gasped for breath and said, "Haha, I thought you would fall into the trap. I didn't expect that my family and I would be the ones to fall into the trap. I have nothing to say, I can only accept it."
"However, do you think that by fighting with the Meng and Zhang families in small matters and protecting them in large matters, you will earn their gratitude? Even if you cultivate the Shen family's Thirty Seven Styles to the tenth level, you will still be plotted against and suffer retribution. "
"Let's wait until that day." The man in the bamboo hat said coldly. The sword light flashed and a human head flew off. Blood spurted out three feet high.
"Hm, you can only blame yourself for choosing the wrong person." The man in the bamboo hat took out a piece of cloth and wiped his sword gently. He then turned around and disappeared into the rain.
The rain was heavy. After some time, a person walked out from behind a rock. The wind blew against his straw raincoat, causing the raindrops to drip down onto the ground.
Seeing the corpses on the ground, he walked forward to examine them. These corpses were still fresh.
"They were all killed with a single slash. Their vitals were all cut open. What a good sword technique." The man took off his bamboo hat and a young man appeared in front of him. It was Pei Zi Yun. He then placed his finger on the wound.
The wound still had a cold feeling to it. This was the will of the blade. Pei Zi Yun closed his eyes as he placed his finger on the wound. A group of people rushed forward. With a flash of the blade, all of them fell to the ground.
"It is difficult to find the way to enter the Dao. However, martial arts techniques have been improved generation after generation. Although there are not many, it is not rare."
"Thirty Seven Styles of Blade Techniques? Don't be fooled by the name. It is the ultimate technique of the Shen family. "
"Even with my current level of sword techniques, these sword techniques are still very useful. Some of them are similar to mine."
"Shen Wan Lin, I remember that something happened to her. Maybe I should go and take a look." Pei Zi Yun thought as he used a piece of cloth to wipe the blood off his finger. He then turned around and walked away. His movements were smooth and fluid as he disappeared into the rain.
The sky was drizzling. From the Town God Temple to the south, one could see the river rippling. The wind was blowing against the willows. Several boats were cruising in the middle of the river. Seeing that it was raining, the number of tourists started to dwindle. Occasionally, there would be a few people holding umbrellas.
A young lady was leading a serving girl to hold an umbrella. She stood on a bridge and looked down. The river was slightly muddy as raindrops fell onto the surface of the water.
The young lady seemed to have a lot on her mind as she remained silent for a long time. The serving girl was consoling her. At this point, a man wearing a straw raincoat walked across the bridge. He seemed to be in a hurry.
He was so close to her that the young lady felt that the man in front of her was too close. He even seemed familiar. She looked up in shock and was about to speak when the man suddenly stopped and looked at her. His eyes bulged out as if he wanted to say something. However, he could only speak hoarsely and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Ah!" The serving girl was shocked as she shouted out. Her eyes were filled with fear, "Miss, run away quickly."
The serving girl shouted out with all her might as she stood in front of her, wanting to protect her miss.
A man wearing a straw raincoat appeared. His sword was stained with blood. It was this man who had killed the passerby. When the serving girl saw this, she shouted out in shock, "Who are you? Don't kill us."
"Who are you? I am the niece of the Meng family and the fiancee of the Zhang family. Shen Wan Lin, don't make a mistake. "The young lady glared at the man and said coldly.
Hearing these words, the man laughed. Both of them were astonished.
"Ah!" The servant girl suddenly shrieked again. It turned out that this person had used his sword to cut open the clothes of the person on the ground, revealing his arm. His hand was still tightly gripping a dagger. The dagger was pitch black, and when the rainwater hit it, the black venom was washed away.
"Miss Shen, do you understand now? I have no ill intentions towards you." The man laughed out.
"Thank you young master for saving my life." Shen Wan Lin then noticed the wound on the victim's arm. Her heart skipped a beat as she bowed to the man.
"Miss Shen, you're too courteous. Can we move to the pavilion in front of us? I have something to tell you." The man in the straw raincoat said.
"No one is going to the pavilion in front of us. Miss, you don't have to worry about ruining your reputation."
Shen Wan Lin frowned. She was about to get married and it would be inappropriate for her to meet this man. However, the familiar wound on the victim's arm flashed across her mind.
"Please lead the way, young master!" Shen Wan Lin heard the man's voice and knew that he was young. She wasn't frightened by the scene and maintained her gentleness.
The serving girl beside her was terrified. She lowered her head and looked at the corpse on the ground before looking at the man in the straw raincoat. Her face was pale as she stepped forward to stop her, "Miss, this man must be trying to be a hero. Don't agree to it."
The serving girl's legs were trembling. It was obvious that Miss Shen had been through a lot.
When Shen Wan Lin heard the serving girl's words, she hesitated before speaking out, "Young master, Xiao Lan didn't mean it. Please don't take it to heart."
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