The skinny monkey-like man who was running with the woman on his shoulder had an obscene smile on his face, but his eyes were actually very deep. As a direct descendant of the Liu family, the "First in External Martial Arts" in Beiliang, although his name did not appear in the genealogy of the Liu family, his skills and temperament were naturally the best. In fact, he was an A-class master of the Whisk Room who had been lurking in Changgeng City in Youzhou Province for many years. At the age of 20, he was already a Level Three master of both internal and external martial arts. The "maid" he killed was not simple either. She was a butterfly catcher from the Spiderweb Room in Beimang. After the successful strike, the skinny monkey-like man did not make any unnecessary movements and directly withdrew from this unconventional "battlefield". He clearly remembered that when he first joined the Whisk Room, the senior who led the way only taught him a seemingly simple truth: there was a fine line between killing and being killed. After saying this, the senior smilingly asked him if he understood. Before the skinny monkey-like man nodded, he was sent flying backward. After lying on the bed for two months, he could finally get up and walk. After that, he understood a little. In the Whisk Room, which was built by Chu Lushan, rules were the most important. When and where to kill, what method to use to kill, when and where to withdraw. If there was an accident, someone else would secretly remedy it. No one was allowed to act on their own. The most taboo in the Whisk Room was to be self-righteous. If anyone dared to break the rules, Chu Lushan, the team leader, had a variety of rules to teach people. Therefore, for so many years, the assassination of the Whisk Room's spies and men of sacrifice was very clean from the beginning to the end. Over time, there were very few "accidents".
After seeing the butterfly catcher being carried away, the old man in the felt hat who had thrown a string of copper coins to the vaudeville dwarf blocked in front of the man and woman in linen clothes, preventing them from getting closer to Tang Wenzhen and her husband. The old man greeted them with a smile as if he had met a long-time friend of his. In an instant, he exchanged six moves with the young man. Finally, the old man with a "kind smile" put his arm around the young man's shoulder and stabbed a poisoned dagger into the waist of the Beimang catcher. What's more, the dagger was quickly pulled out and stabbed again! The young woman who had disguised herself as the butterfly catcher looked at all of this as usual. Even when the old man in the felt hat supported her "husband" and quickly moved away from her, she did not move. However, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. When the old man in the felt hat realized that something was wrong, his head seemed to have been hit violently and he leaned back. The old man with blood oozing out of his forehead saw a young child standing not far away. The child, who looked innocent and innocent, tilted his head and gently spat out the second hawthorn seed.
Then, the old man in the felt hat, whose vision was blurred, laughed. The butterfly catcher hurriedly squeezed into the crowd and disappeared in an instant. However, the "child" whose real age could not be guessed was left behind forever. There was a wooden stick that was originally used to skewer the candied hawthorn on his forehead. The honest old man who was selling candied hawthorns on the street picked up the child and quickly walked to the old man in the mink hat who was about to fall back. He inserted the stick that was full of candied hawthorns into the ground and freed one hand to support his old friend and the dead catcher.
The old man in the felt hat was speechless. He looked at his old friend who had quarreled with him for half of his life. His lips trembled, but he could not say anything.
The latter's eyes were red. He first wiped the blood on his old friend's forehead and then pulled his old friend's felt hat to cover his forehead. He said softly and hoarsely, "Lao Rong, when the Qingming Festival comes back, I'll definitely bring you a pot of good wine that Master Chu gave me last year. Don't worry."
The old man in the felt hat leaned back against the stick and slowly closed his eyes.
A dozen or so steps to Tang Wenzhen's right, a Wutong Courtyard's Eagle Soldier and a Northern Mang Dragonfly Catcher perished together, both of them using the dagger in their sleeves to kill each other. The two of them sat side by side on the ground, as if they were good brothers who held each other's arms after getting drunk.
The young woman in the makeup that day was indifferent to the changes around her. Her only target was Tang Wenzhen.
The spider web that Li Mibi painstakingly managed had a pair of cocoons, six pole lifters, three hundred catchers, and eighty butterfly catchers. She was the best among the butterfly catchers. She even had the chance to become the first female pole lift in Beimang.
The premise was that she had to kill Tang Wenzhen tonight. The sixteen Youzhou officials that she had killed before could not be compared to Tang Wenzhen.
Therefore, the death of those butterfly catchers was worth it.
One step.
She was only one step away from Tang Wenzhen, who was still in the dark.
Suddenly, the inconspicuous young woman beside Tang Wenzhen bumped into her arms.
In the corridor outside the clock tower, a burly young man with a sword appeared beside the short Taoist. He leaned his body and put his elbow on the railing. He narrowed his eyes and watched the hidden battle in the downtown area. He curled his lips and said, "What a waste of effort."
The old Taoist withdrew his gaze. He seemed to be unwilling, but he still put away the booklet. He put the fly-whisk on his arm and said flatly in the Liyang official language, "If you want to blame someone, blame your spider web for the wrong information. You couldn't even find out that Tang Wenzhen's wife was a spy for Beiliang."
The young man with a sword had a much more pleasant Liyang accent. He sounded exactly like a Central Plains person. He said casually, "I'm just a pole lift who does the dirty work. I'm not an immortal. To be honest, you, the Great Immortal of the Daode Sect, are the ones who are called immortals."
The old Taoist did not get angry. "There were 135 targets in the booklet. So far, only 37 people have been killed. Not to mention the Jianghu men of sacrifice of our dynasty and the scouts and riders of Beiliang, one pole lift, twelve butterfly catchers, and thirty-one catchers have died in your spider web. Isn't the loss outweighed the gain?"
The pole lift of Beimang did not speak.
The Great Immortal of the Daode Sect frowned. "We don't have any backup for this trip to Changgeng City. Do you want to join hands with me to kill the heavily guarded Youzhou General Huangfu Jin?"
The young swordsman with old age spots on the back of his hands sneered. "Apart from you, Cui Wazi of the Daode Sect, who came with me to watch the show, the Yin Yang face in the Princess's Tomb, the Great Music House of the Chess and Sword Music School, and the two on the Devil's Master Ranking didn't show up. Aren't you curious where they are? Why did the five of you only make a few moves along the way? It's not like Beiliang didn't send anyone to guard the front line of the Calabash Cave. Half of the Tide-listening Pavilion's experts are hiding there, waiting for an opportunity. "
The immortals of the Daode Sect were good at cultivation, but they were not enlightened when it came to these dirty tricks. Cui Wazi was famous outside the Daode Sect, but his reputation in the sect was average. His talent was average. Not to mention the Immortal Yuan Qingshan, who had already attained Dao and ascended, he could not even be compared to the senior brother who had been sleeping in a small building in Xijing with the flood dragon in the vat for twenty years. However, the Empress had assigned tasks to all the major sects, so the Daode Sect had no choice but to push him, the Great Immortal of the Daode Sect. Cui Wazi also knew his own limits. Even though this Spiderweb Lifting Pole beside him had not reached the Finger Xuan realm, and he was not even sure if he had reached the Vajra realm, but if the two of them were to really go all out in a fight, the one to die would definitely be him, a genuine Daoist Finger Xuan expert. Therefore, among the five First Pin experts of Jianghu, the other four obviously looked down on Cui Wazi. He had no choice but to be an accountant.
The old Immortal asked tentatively, "Could it be that State Preceptor Li was targeting Huangfu Jin from the beginning?"
The old man quickly added, "Or the more prestigious Youzhou Provincial Governor Hu Kui in the Beiliang Frontier Army?"
The Spider-web Bandit, who was skilled in disguise, could not help but roll his eyes. "Playing the lute to a cow."
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