Assassination
Ye Fei felt very depressed. He could only pretend that he did not hear anything and continue to eat and drink. None of the surrounding cultivators noticed Ye Fei.
Firstly, Ye Fei had been eating with his head buried in his mouth. Even if others found his black-purple-gold robe familiar, they wouldn't come over to confirm it. Secondly, the edict issued by Black Prison was too eye-catching. At this moment, all the warriors on the ninth floor of the restaurant were gathered there. They also surrounded the white-bearded old man.
"Senior, you are very knowledgeable. You even know so much about the Black Prison that no one knows about. Why don't you reveal more information to us?"
"That's right. We also want to know more about the Black Prison …"
As cultivators, who did not have a few enemies? They were afraid that someone would hire the Black Prison to assassinate them. The old man's attitude towards everyone's questions was very calm. He answered them unhurriedly. This went on for about an hour.
The cultivators finally satisfied their curiosity and dispersed in twos and threes. The old man with the white beard did not leave. Seeing that Ye Fei was still engrossed in eating and drinking, the old man walked over amiably. He faced Ye Fei and cupped his hands, "Little Brother, this old man has spoken for half a day and is thirsty. Can I ask for some water to drink? "
"I don't have any water, but I have enough wine. Waiter, give this old man a jar of good wine!" Ye Fei finally raised his head and revealed a smile. His smile was very clean and had a hint of shyness. One look and one could tell that he was an honest person.
The old man was very satisfied. He sat across from Ye Fei and gently knocked on the table, "I am old and cannot drink cold wine. Why don't we heat up the wine first? If the True Martial Saint agrees, why don't we take a walk outside the city? I happen to have some questions that I would like to ask you."
"Sure. Wait until I'm full. When I'm full, I can kill people!" Ye Fei lowered his head again and ate the food on the table like a tornado sweeping away the clouds.
The old man nodded slightly and stretched out his chopsticks. He picked up some food and put it in his mouth, "True Martial Saint, you can eat slowly. When you're full, we can go on our way."
The two did not speak anymore.
A Martial Master waiter brought over a charcoal brazier and heated it up. On top of it was the best pot of wine in the Snow Wind Restaurant. He asked, "Would you like some wine?"
"Keep the wine warm for now. I'll go out for a walk and drink it when I come back. As for the True Martial Saint, why don't you have one last cup?" The old man kindly suggested.
"No need. Keep it warm for now and wait for me to come back!"
Ye Fei finished the last dish, patted his stomach, and burped. He got up and gestured to the old man, "I have an elder who told me that I must respect the old and love the young. Old Mister is old, and I'm afraid your body is not strong enough. Do you need me to help you?"
"Although this old man is old, my hands and feet are still quite nimble. The Holy Son is very considerate." The old man's eyebrows twitched slightly, then he stood up and left the restaurant first.
Ye Fei immediately followed. His body was almost pressed against the old man's back. The old man's steps seemed slow, but they were neither too fast nor too slow. He was able to maintain a distance of three steps from Ye Fei and not give Ye Fei a chance to get close to him.
"What two strange people … Eh, what did that old man call him? True Martial Saint? Could that person be the Demon Saint Ye Fei?"
Suddenly, the young waiter came back to his senses from the conversation between the two. His expression was too shocked. His hand trembled and a layer of hot wine spilled out from the wine pot. It fell into the charcoal basin and sizzled with white smoke. Then, the entire restaurant was filled with the smell of burning wine.
"It is indeed good wine. If the True Martial Saint doesn't drink it now, I'm afraid you won't be able to drink it again in the future." The old man shook his head as he walked out, and took a breath of the wine, somewhat intoxicated.
Ye Fei said with a smile, "The men of the Northern Region aren't used to drinking wine when eating. Usually, we'll drink to our hearts' content when we're reuniting with old friends or when we're killing someone!"
"It seems that the True Martial Saint is very arrogant and doesn't think much of the Black Prison." The old man's eyebrows twitched slightly.
"I'm not arrogant, but I'm very confident. I won't refuse a direct challenge, and I'm also more than capable of dealing with small fries! Being invincible is always lonely. I'm invincible, so I'm lonely. "Ye Fei sighed and moved closer to the old man.
The old man's footsteps quickened, and he frowned slightly. He shook his head and said, "The True Martial Saint should be careful. The Black Prison isn't small fries, but the King of Killing! If the Black Prison wants someone dead, that person must die! Thirty thousand years ago, the Black Prison issued an edict to assassinate the True Martial Saint. As a result, the True Martial Saint quickly fell. Thirty thousand years later, the Black Prison issued another edict to assassinate the True Martial Saint. Aren't you worried or afraid? "
"Why should I be worried? Why should I be afraid?" Ye Fei suddenly quickened his footsteps, walking side by side with the old man.
The old man's frown deepened, and he said coldly, "You should be afraid. The secret realm in City Well is the most important stronghold left by the Black Prison in the Martial Heaven Continent. You shouldn't have destroyed it, and you shouldn't have taken away the domain inside. If you hand it over, perhaps I can help you plead with the Black Prison."
"I can live if you plead?" Ye Fei was a little interested in the old man's suggestion. Of course, it was just a little.
Hearing Ye Fei's intention to compromise, the old man's expression became arrogant. He said coldly, "You still have to die! However, the Black Prison can give you a year to settle your affairs. "
Ye Fei sneered, "What a Black Prison. You want me to hand over the domain, and you're so arrogant. Since I'll die if I hand over the domain, I'll die if I don't. Since I'll die either way, I might as well keep the domain for myself."
"Is that so? That's a pity. If you didn't offend the Black Prison, you could have lived for another year. Unfortunately, you're so stubborn that you refused the Black Prison's good intentions. Then I can only personally take your life. "The old man's tone became cold, but he didn't immediately attack.
He just continued to walk out of Snow Wind City, his footsteps growing faster and faster.
Ye Fei followed closely behind, walking side by side with the old man. The two of them were like a gust of wind, blowing through the crowded City Well, blowing through the noisy streets.
In the end, they left the city at the same time. Under the shocked gazes of the guards, they formed two hurricanes that quickly walked from the city gates to a hundred-meter-wide river outside the city.
On both sides of the river, Ye Fei saw paddy fields and ordinary mortals working hard. On the river surface, there were also fishermen fishing with poles as they floated across the river.
He pointed at the paddy fields and sighed, "This is life. There's no fighting, no sword light. The land here can no longer tolerate darkness."
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