Chapter 2 first bite of a box

One person, one box. A silent and ordinary person, carrying an old and ordinary box, walked into the ancient city of Chang'an silently under the sunset. 【one】 The fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Chang'an. Zhuo Donglai closed the door, shutting out the ever-changing wind and snow in the ancient city of Chang'an, took off his sable cloak made of purple velvet, and hung it on a hanger made of rosewood branches in his left hand. , when he turned around, he had picked up a copper tongs in his right hand to stir up the ever-lasting fire in a copper brazier in front of him.

Next to the brazier is a rosewood chair covered with sable fur. The amethyst bottle on the rosewood table beside the wooden chair is often filled with purple Persian wine. He can sit down with just two steps and pour a glass of wine at hand. He likes purple. He likes famous horses, beautiful women, colorful clothes and fine wine, and enjoys enjoying himself. He is very picky about everything, and everything he does has been carefully planned, and he will never waste a little effort, and he will never be negligent, even these details of life are no exception. This is Zhuo Donglai. He can live to this day, perhaps because he is such a person.

Zhuo Donglai sat down and took a shallow sip of the wine. The exquisite, gorgeous and warm house, and the sweet and sweet wine have completely dispelled the coldness in his body.He suddenly felt very tired. In order to prepare for tonight's grand ceremony, he has completely messed up the rules of his life in the past two days. He must not let any mistake happen in this matter. Any slight mistake may cause a big mistake that can never be made up for. The overall situation in the world will change as a result. More importantly, he must not allow Sima Chaoqun's flourishing career and reputation to suffer any blow or damage.

A person who has gradually become an idol in the hearts of heroes in the world, no matter what he does, he is only allowed to succeed and not to fail. The two things Zhuo Donglai couldn't stand the most in his life were "mistakes" and "failures". Sima Chaoqun was indeed invincible. He has risen from the age of 18, has experienced thirty-three battles, and has never been defeated once. He is tall, strong and handsome, mighty and bold, with a chiseled face, always with a hearty smile, even his enemies have to admit that he is a rare man, and he will never lack the company of beautiful women.But he was as faithful to his wife and children as he was to his friends, and no scandal ever came upon him.

These are not what he is most proud of. The most proud thing in his life is that within two years, with his martial arts, wisdom and bright style of life and work, he convinced the most important person on the line from Heshuo Central Plains to Kanto. Thirty-nine roads of green forest heroes, from the underworld to the white road, organized into a super bodyguard bureau unprecedented in the rivers and lakes, charged reasonable fees, and protected the safety of all merchants and travelers on this route. Under the protection of their "big" dart flag trimmed with purple satin, there has never been a mistake in any dart trip.

This is an unprecedented brilliant achievement in the rivers and lakes, and this kind of achievement is definitely not something that can be achieved only with "iron" and "blood". Now Sima Chaoqun is only thirty-six years old, and he has gradually become an idol in the hearts of heroes in the world—an undefeated hero idol. Only he himself and Zhuo Donglai knew in their hearts how this status came about. 【two】 After drinking the first glass of wine, Zhuo Donglai had already rethought the whole process of planning tonight's grand ceremony from the beginning. He had always drank slowly, but thought very quickly.

Today was the first time Sima Chaoqun opened the mountain gate to accept apprentices, no matter from that aspect, it could be regarded as a major event that caused a sensation in the world. The most shocking thing is that the disciple Sima Chaoqun took in was actually Yang Jian who had just defected from the "Central Plains Lion Hall" a month ago. Xiongshitang is the only organization that has not participated in the Sima Chaoqun Covenant among the green forest heroes on the 40th Road on the North Road, and it is also the largest and most powerful organization among them. Yang Jian was originally one of the four favorite generals under the command of Lord Zhu of the Lion Hall.

People in the Jianghu never thought that Yang Jian would betray the Lion Hall, but everyone knew that the day after Yang Jian left, "Lion" Zhu Meng spread martial arts posts all over the place to show his attitude. ——No matter what sect or gang it is, as long as someone takes Yang Jian in, he is the mortal enemy of the Lion Hall, and will be cruelly retaliated by the Lion Hall by all means. Now Sima Chaoqun not only took in Yang Jian, but also opened the incense hall and accepted him as an apprentice who opened the mountain gate. Although Xiongshitang did not join Sima Chaoqun's "Big Escort", it did not confront them head-on either.Not to mention their dart flags.

The "Lion" Zhu Meng is dark and ferocious, ruthless and ruthless.If he said that he would use any means to deal with a person, then he would use any means. In order to achieve his goal, even if he had to exchange the 3,800 heads of the disciples of the Lion Hall, he would not hesitate. The woman he loves the most in his life is called Die Wu. Butterfly dance is not only beautiful, but also more beautiful. The hereditary first-class Hou Di Qinglin who knows how to appreciate women the most in the world, before he died under the parting hook, unexpectedly became speechless when he saw Die Wu Yiwu.Someone asked him how he felt, and after a long time, he sighed and said: "I have nothing to say, I never thought that there would be such a pair of legs on a mortal, and I have never seen them."

Everyone in the arena absolutely believed that this time Zhu Meng would never let Yang Jian go, no matter what the circumstances were. Even if he couldn't move Sima Chaoqun for the time being, he would definitely kill Yang Jian first. Zhuo Donglai had a different idea. He believed that no matter what the circumstances were this time, Zhu Meng would never touch Yang Jian. He is sure. This time the grand ceremony was completely public. Those who received the invitations could of course enter the hall and be Sima Chaoqun's guests, while those who did not receive the invitations could also go to the courtyard outside the hall to watch the excitement.

Among the disciples of the Lion Hall, many of them are masters who have experienced countless battles and killed countless people. Among the assassins who are up for grabs in the rivers and lakes, there are not many who can kill in an instant amidst heavy guards.These people may come here tonight, mix into the crowd, and wait for the chance to kill Yang Jian. In the course of the grand ceremony, there are of course many such opportunities. But Zhuo Donglai believes that the grand ceremony will still be completed smoothly, and Yang Jian will still not suffer any injuries. Because he has already calculated every possible situation, and everyone who may assassinate Yang Jian is already under his strict surveillance. For this matter, he has dispatched one hundred and eighty-six first-level experts under the "Northern Road Thirty-nine Road Escort Bureau", each of whom can deal with twenty-seven or eight big men. Zhuo Donglai divided them into eight groups, and each group can definitely play its own role. But one of the specially selected group was just to deal with three people. "Which three people are they?" Sima Chaoqun asked Zhuo Donglai this morning: "Why use a group of people to deal with them?" Zhuo Donglai answered this question by only mentioning the names of two people. "Because one of these three people is Han Zhang, and the other is Muji." Sima Chaoqun was having breakfast at this time. He was a very strong man, and needed a great deal of food to maintain his strength. His breakfast today was a large piece of veal sirloin weighing at least three catties, served with ten eggs, and a lot of fruits and vegetables. The beef is simmered over charcoal, covered in a tangy sauce and spices, and grilled to perfection. This is one of his favorite foods, but after hearing Zhuo Donglai's two names, he put down his Persian scimitar for cutting flesh, and stared at Zhuo Donglai with sharp eyes like blades. "Han Zhang and Muji are here?" "yes." "Have you met these two men before?" "I haven't." Zhuo Donglai said flatly, "I believe no one here has seen them." Most people in Jianghu know their names, but few people have seen them. Han Zhang, like Yang Jian, is the favorite general of the "Lion", the most trusted person around him, and the most dangerous person under him. Zhu Meng seldom let them leave his side. Mu Ji is far more dangerous than Han Zhang. He has no home, no fixed residence, and no fixed way of life, so no one can find him. But if someone needs him, and he also thinks he needs this person, then he will suddenly appear in front of this person. What he needs are usually other people's jewels, gold, and huge silver bills of enormous sums. He was usually needed by others for his noose dart and the two knives he never left. A long knife and a short knife. He cut a man's throat with the knife as easily and deftly as a farmer mows with a scythe. When he kills with a noose, he looks like a soft-hearted dandy who hangs a beaded chain around his lover's neck. Of course he needs a price for doing this kind of thing. If the price you pay doesn't satisfy him, even if you kneel down and beg him, he won't trample an ant to death for you. No matter who asks him to do this kind of thing, he must first pay a price that can satisfy him, except for one person, because he only owes this person in his life. This person is Zhu Meng. The scimitar inlaid with jasper on the knife ring has been placed in the wooden tray, and there is still thick gravy on the blade. Sima Chaoqun polished the blade with a piece of soft silk before asking Zhuo Donglai. "You haven't seen them, how do you know they're here?" "I know." Zhuo Donglai said flatly, "Because I know, so I know." What kind of answer is this?This kind of answer is not an answer at all, and no one will be satisfied. Sima Chaoqun was already very satisfied. Because Zhuo Donglai said it, he believed in Zhuo Donglai's judgment, just as he believed that the knife in the wooden plate could cut flesh. But a strange expression suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he suddenly said a very strange sentence. "Wrong!" he said, "Zhu Meng is wrong this time!" "why?" Sima Chaoqun asked himself: "Have Han Zhang and Muji come here now?" "yes." "Can they go back alive?" "cannot." "Are they useful to Zhu Meng?" "yes." "Let two people who are so useful to me die, will I do such a thing?" Sima asked Zhuo Donglai, "Will you do it?" "Won't!" Sima laughed loudly: "So Zhu Meng was wrong, he is rarely wrong, but this time he was wrong." Zhuo Donglai didn't laugh, and after Sima finished laughing, he said slowly: "Zhu Meng is not wrong!" "Oh?" "He didn't want them to come here to die," Zhuo Dong said. "What does he want them to do?" "Come to make a cover." Zhuo Dong said, "Han Zhang and Muji are just a cover." "why?" "Because it's not them who are really going to assassinate Yang Jian, but another person." Zhuo Dong said, "If we only guard against them, it will be easier for the third person to attack." "Who is this guy?" "It's a young man, wearing a coarse cloth shirt, carrying a sword, living in the cheapest small inn, and eating only a bowl of clear soup noodles cooked with cabbage for each meal." Zhuo Dong said, "He has been here for three days, But except when I came out to eat noodles, I never went out of the room." "What's he doing shutting himself up in that little room with nothing but bugs?" "I have no idea." "where is he from?" "I have no idea." "What kind of swordsmanship did he learn? Is the swordsmanship high?" "I have no idea." Sima Chaoqun's pupils suddenly shrank. He and Zhuo Donglai have known each other for twenty years, and they have climbed from poverty and hardship to where they are today. No one knows him better than Zhuo Donglai, and no one knows Zhuo Donglai better than him. He never thought that the three words "I don't know" would come out of Zhuo Donglai's mouth. If Zhuo Donglai wanted to investigate a person, it would only take three to five hours at most to find out the person's background, family background, habit, martial arts hobby, where he came from, and where he went.He is not only very experienced in doing this kind of thing, but also has methods, many special methods, each of which is absolutely effective. Sima Chaoqun also knew these methods. "He lives in a cheap inn, wears coarse clothes, and eats boiled cabbage noodles." Sima Chaoqun said, "From these few things, you should at least have seen that he will never be a very successful person. It must not be very good." "It should be like this." Zhuo Dong said, "This young man is an exception." "why?" "Because of his bearing." Zhuo Dong said, "When I saw him, although he was eating noodles with cabbage in a small restaurant full of coolie pullers, he looked like a new champion sitting in the While eating the Qionglin banquet in the Taihua Palace, even though they only wear the coarse cloth, it looks like a sable fur that is worth thousands of gold." "Maybe he's putting on airs on purpose." "This kind of thing can't be pretended. Only a person who has absolute confidence in himself will have such a bearing." Zhuo Dong said, "I have never seen a person as confident as him." Sima Chaoqun's eyes sparkled, and he gradually became interested in this boy. He had never seen Zhuo Donglai value someone so much. Zhuo Dong said: "The name he used in that inn was Li Huicheng, but this name must be fake." "How do you know it must be fake?" "Because I saw the name he left on the counter. He wrote it himself. The handwriting is good, but the writing is very stiff." Zhuo Dong said, "A person who can write will never write his name so well. Rigid." "What accent does he speak?" "I haven't heard him speak, but I asked the manager of that inn." "How did he say?" "He used to be a traveler in the bodyguard bureau. He traveled to many places and could speak the language of seven or eight provinces." Zhuo Donglai said, "But he couldn't tell that this guest surnamed Li was from there." "why?" "Because this Mr. Li can speak the languages ​​of seven or eight provinces, each of which is better than him." "What about the clothes he's wearing?" Many things can also be seen from the clothes a person wears. Clothes are made of different materials, the same coarse cloth, but there are many kinds, the dyeing and weaving methods are different in each place, and the origin of cotton yarn is also different. Zhuo Donglai is also an expert in identifying such things. "I believe you must have seen his clothes," Sima Chaoqun asked, "What did you see?" "I can't see anything." Zhuo Dong said, "I've never seen that kind of rough market, and I've never even seen the kind of thread he sewed." Zhuo Dong said: "I believe he must have spun the yarn, weaved the market, sewed the clothes, and even the cotton was grown by himself in a very special place." He said, "In that place, you and I probably None have been." They made their debut at the same time and traveled all over the world. Sima Chaoqun smiled wryly: "Even the places we haven't been to, probably not too many people have been there." "I didn't see his sword either." Zhuo Donglai said: "His sword is always wrapped in a cloth, always with him." "Is the cloth he wraps his sword in the same cloth as his clothes?" "exactly the same." Sima Chaoqun suddenly laughed again: "It seems that Mr. Li is really a weird person. If he really came to kill me, then tonight will be a lot of fun." 【three】 dusk. The small rice shop is filled with the aroma of cooking with lard, the smell of sweat from the coolie puller, mixed with strong wine, chili, green onion and garlic to form an indescribably strange smell. Xiao Gao likes this taste. He likes the fragrance of wood leaves floating in white clouds and cold wind on high mountains, but he also likes this smell. He likes noble and elegant celebrities, but he also likes these people who are sweating, wrapping green onions in big pancakes, eating fat meat with garlic and drinking bad wine. He likes people. Because he has been alone for too long, except for the green mountains, white clouds, flowing water and ancient pines, he has rarely seen people.He didn't return to the human world until three months ago, and he had already killed four people in three months. Four famous and powerful people, four people who deserve to die but will not die. He likes people, but he wants to kill people. He doesn't like to kill, but he wants to kill. There are so many things in the world like this that you have no choice at all. Chang'an, the ancient Chang'an, the majestic city, is full of touching customs with a long history and countless legendary stories. Xiao Gao didn't come here for these things. Xiao Gao came for one person—the undefeated hero Sima Chaoqun. He comes with his sword, and his sword is at his hand, always at his hand. A sword wrapped tightly in cloth. Very few people can see this sword, and since this sword was released, very few people have been able to see it. This sword is not for people to see. Xiao Gao knew that someone was paying attention to him. On the second day he came here, he found someone paying attention to him, a person who was very thin and luxuriously dressed, with a pair of indifferent eyes that seemed to never express any expression, they looked as if they were gray. He had seen such eyes. At the age of eleven, he was almost killed by the claws of a leopard with the same eyes as the leopard. As soon as this person appeared, many people in the small restaurant seemed to stop breathing. It was only later that he found out that this person was Zhuo Donglai, the most capable helper beside Sima Chaoqun, the leader of the "General Manager of the North Road 39th Road Escort Bureau". Xiao Gao slowly ate a bowl of clear soup noodles cooked with cabbage, feeling very happy in his heart. Because he knew that Zhuo Donglai and Sima Chaoqun would doubt him, talk about him, and guess what kind of person he was. He was sure they would never know who he was. He is just like his sword, and few people have seen him so far. 【Four】 It was getting dark, and although there were no lights in the house, the lights outside were getting brighter and brighter. The cold wind blows in through the window, and the voices and laughter from the courtyard in front can already be vaguely heard. Sima Chaoqun knew that many guests he had invited to watch the ceremony and those he had not invited had already come. He also knew that everyone was waiting for his appearance, waiting to see him. But he sat in the chair and didn't even move, not even when his wife came in. He is bored. Opening the incense hall, accepting disciples, holding a big banquet, and receiving guests, he was tired of all these things. He just wanted to sit here quietly and drink a glass of wine. Wu Wan understood his thoughts. No one knows Sima Chaoqun better than Wu Wan. They have been married for eleven years and have a nine-year-old child. She came to urge him to get out quickly. But she quietly opened the door to come in, and then quietly closed the door to leave, without disturbing him. When she went out, her tears suddenly flowed down. Sima poured another glass of wine. This is not the first cup, but the twenty-seventh cup. What he drank was not the kind of Persian wine that Zhuo Donglai drank, but burning knives. Although it was colorless and tasteless, it seemed like a flame was burning in his stomach when he drank it. He didn't drink the glass of wine. The door opened quietly again, this time it wasn't Wu Wan who came in, it was Zhuo Donglai. Sima lowered his hands, put the undrinked glass of wine under the chair, and looked at Zhuo Donglai who was standing in the shadow of the door. "Should I go out already?" "yes." 【Fives】 The courtyard was brightly lit and noisy. Xiao Gao huddled in the crowd, because he was not a distinguished guest invited by Sima Chaoqun, so he couldn't enter the more brightly lit hall. There were also quite a few people in the hall, of course they were all celebrities, celebrities with status, status, and power. In addition to these celebrities, there are also some strong men in green satin sheepskin jackets receiving the guests. Everyone's movements are vigorous and agile, and everyone's eyes are very bright. They will never miss anything that should not happen. little things. The human voice suddenly quieted down. The leader of the North Road 39th Road Escort Bureau, the most powerful man in today's martial arts, and the never-defeated Sima Chaoqun finally appeared. When Sima Chaoqun appeared, he was dressed mainly in black and white, specially designed and carefully tailored clothes, which made his figure look more powerful and taller, and also made him look much younger than his actual age . He greeted the guests with a bright and sincere attitude, and even went to the stone steps in front of the hall to wave to the crowd in the yard. Amidst the deafening cheers, what Xiao Gao paid attention to was not Sima Chaoqun, but the other two. The costumes and appearance of these two people are very ordinary, but their eyes are full of a cold and terrifying murderous intent. They didn't stand together, nor did they glance at each other, but there were eight or nine people around each of them secretly staring at them, keeping a proper distance from them all the time. Xiao Gao smiled. He could see that these two people came for Yang Jian, and they were both first-class killers sent by Zhu Meng. He could also see that Sima and Zhuo Donglai must also regard him as someone along the way, because he had already noticed that there were people around him staring at him.Even more than the people staring at those two people combined.Zhuo Donglai undoubtedly regarded him as the most dangerous person. "But Zhuo Donglai made a mistake this time!" Xiao Gao smiled in his heart, "He sent someone to watch me, it was a waste of manpower." On the large table in the center of the hall, two huge red candles have been lit. Sima Chaoqun had already sat down on a Zishan wooden chair covered with tiger skin in front of the desk. A red carpet has been spread in front of the chair, and a purple satin worship mat has been laid out. The ceremony is about to begin. Those two people with murderous intent in their eyes were already gradually moving forward, and of course the people staring at them also moved with them, and everyone's hands had already been stretched into their bosoms. Hidden in his bosom, of course, is a deadly weapon. As long as these two people make a move, the hands of these people will stretch out a weapon from their arms in an instant, killing them in front of the hall in an instant. Xiao Gao is sure that these two people will never succeed. ——There must be a third person, this person is the main force Zhu Meng sent to assassinate Yang Jian. Xiao Gao's thinking was actually the same as Zhuo Donglai's, the only difference was that he knew that this person was not him. ——Who is this person? Xiao Gao's pupils suddenly shrank. He suddenly saw a person who would never attract anyone's attention, flashing past among the crowd. Xiao Gao noticed this man only because he was carrying a suitcase. An old, ordinary box that will never attract anyone's attention. He wanted to see this man's face, but this man was never facing him. He wanted to squeeze through, but the crowd was also pushing forward, because the central figure of this grand ceremony had already entered the hall. Yang Jian's face looked a little pale and weak, but there was still a smile on his face. He walked in surrounded by six people. Xiao Gao doesn't recognize these six people, but as long as there are people who often walk around in the rivers and lakes, there are very few people who don't recognize them. Among them are not only the long-established masters in the escort industry, but even the robber Yun Man who ran rampant on Guanluo Road in the past. The sky is also among them. Under the protection of such six masters, who else can hurt Yang Jian's hair? Yang Jian had already stepped onto the red felt, and walked to the satin mat specially chosen as his teacher. At this moment, there has been action in the yard!More than 20 people have fallen down, bleeding, and fell down screaming.Falling in the crowd struggling and shouting. Those who fell were not all Zhuo Donglai's subordinates, most of them were innocent people. This is the plan discussed by Han Zhang and Muji. Of course they also know that someone is watching them, so before they make a move, they must first cause chaos and use the blood of innocent people to cause chaos. In the chaos, their bodies flew up and rushed towards Yang Jian. Xiao Gao didn't even look at them. He believed that they would not succeed no matter what method they used, and his attention was on a man with a box. But this person is gone. Sima Chaoqun was still sitting on the red sandalwood chair, neither his voice nor his expression changed. The murderer has been isolated in front of the hall. Yang Jian had already walked out of a door behind the hall under the protection of six masters. Xiao Gao has already seen the direction of this door. The people who had been staring at him lost their attention, Xiao Gao suddenly jumped into the hall, and with a strange movement that no one could describe, he slid along the wall and out of a window. This window and that door are of course in the same direction. 【six】 The backyard outside the window is full of plum fragrance and rosin, mixing into a very pleasant aroma. In the gloomy corridor, there are guards in green clothes with long knives hanging from their waists. At the end of the corridor, there is also a door. When Xiao Gao skimmed out of the window, he happened to see Yun Mantian and the others rushing into the door with Yang Jian in their arms. The door was closed immediately. The long knives on the waists of the Tsing Yi guards were out of their sheaths, and in the flash of the knives, twelve people rushed towards Xiao Gao. They didn't ask who Xiao Gao was?Didn't ask him what he came for? The order they received was: as long as a stranger enters this yard, he will be killed immediately! Xiao Gao didn't explain why he came here. The current situation has reached the point where no words can explain it. The only thing he can do now is to knock down these people first, and use the fastest method to knock down these people. He must rush into the room at the end of the corridor as soon as possible. The light of the saber has come flying like a horse, but Xiao Gao's sword is still in the coarse cloth. He did not draw his sword, but with this sackcloth, he had knocked three swords into the air, and knocked down four men. The moment he rushed into the corridor, another seven or eight people were knocked down. When these people fell, he had already rushed outside the door. Zhuo Donglai was already outside the door. He has always been a person hiding behind the scenes, but as soon as there are extraordinary changes, he will immediately appear in time. Xiao Gao looked at him, and suddenly sighed deeply: "It might have been too late, but it must be too late now." The saber light came from behind again, Xiao Gao didn't look back, but Zhuo Donglai waved his hand, the saber light from the volley stopped immediately. "What are you doing here?" Zhuo Donglai asked coldly, "What are you going to do here?" "I just wanted to see someone." "Who are you looking at?" "A murderer." Zhuo Donglai sneered: "No one can kill people here." "Yes," Xiao Gao said, "There is one." Zhuo Donglai's expression suddenly changed, because he already smelled a faint smell of blood. The bloody smell unexpectedly came from behind the door. Zhuo Donglai turned around and knocked open the door. At the moment when he turned around and knocked open the door, he seemed to have fallen into hell. 【seven】 Behind the door was originally an extremely exquisite and gorgeous room, but now it has become a hell. There will never be a living person in hell, and there is no one in this room. The seven people who walked in alive just now can never go out alive now. Some people's throats have been cut, and some people's hearts have been pierced through the front chest and back. The worst is Yang Jian. Yang Jian's head was gone, and there was an extra poster beside him, with eight words on it: "This is what happens to traitors!" There are four windows in the house and all of them are open. What about the murderer? Open the window, the stars and the moon are in the sky outside the window, and the sound of gongs and drums is loud in the distance. Facing the cold wind, Zhuo Donglai stood silently for a long time, but he didn't send anyone to track down the murderer, but turned around and stared at Xiao Gao. "You know someone is coming here to kill someone?" "Not only do I know, you should know too." Xiao Gao sighed, "I've wanted to meet this person for a long time." "But it's not just one person who killed someone." A sharp knife with a very thin blade was used to cut the throat, and a sharp spear was used to pierce the heart. Yang Jian's head seemed to be chopped off by an axe. Zhuo Donglai's attitude has calmed down, calm and calm. "You should be able to tell there are at least three people," he said. "No one can kill with three weapons that have completely different shapes, weights, and moves." "Yes." Xiao Gao answered confidently, "There is one." "Do you think there is such a person in the world who can use these three weapons at the same time to assassinate seven masters in an instant?" "Yes!" Xiao Gao said very confidently, "Maybe there is no second such person in the world, but there is definitely one." "Who is this guy?" "I have no idea." Xiao Gao sighed again: "If you hadn't blocked me just now, maybe I could have seen him." Zhuo Donglai stared at him, he could already feel the cold sweat secreting from his palm. "But I didn't know that he had already arrived in Chang'an." Xiao Gao said, "I also never thought that he would kill someone for Zhu Meng." Zhuo Donglai stared at him for a long time again, looking at his eyes, his attitude, the way he stood, and the sword wrapped in coarse cloth in his hand, and suddenly said: "I believe in you, if you want Go, you can go now." Everyone who heard this sentence was very surprised, because this was definitely not Zhuo Donglai's usual style, he had never let anyone go so easily. Only Zhuo Donglai himself knew why he did this, he had seen that Xiao Gao was also a very dangerous person, and under such circumstances, he didn't want to cause trouble. Xiao Gao smiled. "I also know I can leave whenever I want," he said. "Unfortunately I don't want to." "why?" "Because there's something else I haven't told you." "What's up?" "My surname is neither Li nor Li Huicheng." Xiao Gao said, "I didn't come here for Yang Jian." "I know." Zhuo Dong said, "It's because I know that I let you go." "Unfortunately, there are still many things you don't know." Xiao Gao smiled, "It's because you don't know, so I can't leave yet." Zhuo Donglai clenched his hands tightly. He suddenly discovered that this young man had a kind of wildness that was difficult for others to detect, like a wild beast that had just sprung out from the deep mountains, and had no fear of anyone or anything. "My surname is Gao, and I'm here for one person." "For whom?" "For Sima Chaoqun," Xiao Gao said, "for Sima Chaoqun who will never be defeated." Zhuo Donglai's clenched hands suddenly broke out in cold sweat. "You are Gao Jianfei!" he asked Xiao Gao, "You are the young swordsman Gao Jianfei who assassinated the four masters of the three major sword sects of Kunlun Huashan Kongtong within three months!" "Yes." Xiao Gao said, "I am." The night is darker and the wind is tighter. "I never kill in secret!" Xiao Gao said, "So I want you to choose a time, choose a place, and let me see if Sima Chaoqun is truly invincible." Zhuo Donglai smiled: "I promise he will let you know, but I hope you never know." 【Eight】 King Wu can't help it on the long street, and the flower market lanterns are picturesque. Xiao Gao didn't seem to see all kinds of lanterns and people. Zhuo Donglai had already promised him that he would give him an answer within a month, and promised to let him and Sima Chaoqun have a fair duel. He came here for this, but now he doesn't seem to care much about it. All he could think of now was a person, a box. ——What kind of person is this person?What kind of terrible weapon is this box? 【Nine】 At this time, a person walked out of the ancient city of Chang'an silently in the dark night and cold wind, carrying a suitcase.