Chapter 3 Chapter 2 The Poorest Killer

one The prodigal son sings three times, not the sad song. In the world of mortals, there are too many sad things. The prodigal son sings a song for the king, and advises the king not to shed tears. If there is any abnormality in the world, he will drink and chop off people's heads with a knife. two A ruined temple, alone. A long sword, a copper pot, and a pot of dirty wine. a fire. Ren Piaoling hangs a copper pot with a long sword to cook wine on the fire. There is a cold wind howling in the ruined temple. The expression on Ren Piaoling's face is colder than the cold wind, as cold as the light of a sword's edge.

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month, morning. Although the snow had stopped, the chill was even worse. This jug of wine is the last jug of wine. After drinking it, I have to run out of food today. Ren Piaoling stared at the copper pot, shook her head with a wry smile, for the past half month, he was almost poorer than a beggar. He was so poor that he ate hot noodles with cabbage for three meals and drank the worst wine, but today it was even worse, he didn't even have the money to eat a bowl of hot cabbage soup. If you don't take over the business again, I'm afraid you will become a robber.

Whether it is good wine or bad wine, the effect of drinking it in the stomach is the same, and it will make people intoxicated. After drinking more than half of the pot of wine, Ren Piaoling felt that her body was slightly warmer, and she also felt light. Just when he was about to take another sip of wine.Suddenly a figure appeared on the ground, Ren Piaoling looked towards the door. A middle-aged man in gorgeous casual clothes looked at Ren Piaoling with a smile on his face. "Mr. Ren?" There was a smile in the middle-aged man's voice. "Hero Ren?" She raised her mouth to drink, and the wine overflowed from the corner of her mouth. Ren Piaoling wiped her mouth with her sleeve, then leaned against the wall contentedly, closed her eyes and meditated, as if no one was standing at the door, nor did she hear anyone calling him.

The middle-aged man standing at the door was still laughing and asking questions. "Hero Ren?" Ren Piaoling seemed to have fallen asleep. The middle-aged man can still laugh, and laugh more happily, he reached out and took out two banknotes, approached Ren Piaoling lightly, and gently placed the banknotes on Ren Piaoling's lap. Poor people are probably more sensitive to money. When the middle-aged man put away the banknotes, Ren Piaoling slightly opened her eyes and looked at the banknotes on her lap. "This is a bank note issued by Datong Bank in Shanxi, one thousand taels each." The middle-aged man said, "Please accept it." "Why should I accept these two bank notes?"

He finally spoke. "The young one is called Zhuo En, and he is the chief of Nanning's second garrison. I want to ask the hero to help me with something." The middle-aged man said, "These two bank notes are just a small meaning." "You want me to kill someone for you? " "I heard that Ren Daxia's sword is a famous fast sword in Jiangnan." "Who do you want me to kill?" "Zaisi." The middle-aged man said, "Master of King Nan." Ren Piaoling's lazy eyes finally widened. He looked at the middle-aged man, and after a while, he suddenly asked, "Do you have fifty taels of silver?" "Fifty taels of silver?" The middle-aged man said: "Have."

Although the middle-aged man didn't understand what Ren Piaoling meant, he still handed him the fifty taels of silver. Ren Piaoling carefully collected the fifty taels of silver, then stood up and returned the two silver notes to the middle-aged man. "This……" Before the middle-aged man could say anything, Ren Piaoling interrupted him. "There are two things that Mr. Zhuo must pay attention to." "yes." "First, I'm not some hero or Mr. Ren. My name is Ren Piaoling." He said flatly, "Second, the person to be killed this time doesn't need two thousand taels." "Only fifty taels is enough?"

"Yes." Ren Piaoling stared at the middle-aged man. "Because you are only worth fifty taels." "Me?" The middle-aged man was full of surprise. "right." Before the words fell, the sword light flashed. With just a flash, the sword light disappeared. The sword was back in the scabbard, but the middle-aged man's throat already had a hole, a narrow and round hole, and blood just started to flow out. Surprise, disbelief and fear remained on the face of the middle-aged man. Ren Piaoling drank all the wine in the copper pot, and then walked out. When passing the middle-aged man, she left a faint sentence: "You are the one with the lowest price among the people I killed." When Ren Piaoling's figure disappeared outside the door, the middle-aged man collapsed, and the blood in his throat had already started to coagulate.

three noon. 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. Ren Piaoling 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 and knights, but he also likes these people who are sweating and rolling green onions with big pancakes, eating fat meat with garlic and drinking bad wine. He likes people, but he wants to kill people.

He doesn't like to kill, but he wants to kill. ——There are many things like this in the world, so that you have no choice at all. As soon as Ren Piaoling entered the small restaurant, she knew that someone was paying attention to him. Three thin middle-aged people sat on the left side of the door, their backs were facing Ren Piaoling, but if there was any action, the first person to rush to the place where Ren Piaoling was sitting would be these three thin people. Directly opposite Ren Piaoling, there is a couple who seem to be husband and wife. The husband seems to be very considerate to his wife, holding vegetables and pouring tea for her from time to time. Dish-like ease.

Sitting at the counter, it seemed like the shopkeeper had fallen asleep. Maybe he was holding a big knife in his hand, waiting for the best time to assassinate Ren Piaoling. These people look like ordinary people, but Ren Piaoling absolutely believes that they are all good at killing people in an instant. With so many masters staring at him, Zai Si valued him too much. Ren Piaoling slowly ate a bowl of rice mixed with lard, feeling very happy in her heart. Because he knew that Zai Si and Huangfu Qingtian would doubt him, talk about him, and guess why he came here? Is it for the grand ceremony this afternoon?

Or is there something else?Maybe it came here by accident? "But Zaisi made a mistake this time." Ren Piaoling smiled in her heart: "He sent people to watch me, it was a waste of manpower." Four The voices and laughter in the courtyard came in through the window with the cold wind. Huangfu Qingtian 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 him to show up, 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 grand ceremonies, receiving imperial edicts, holding large banquets, and receiving guests, he was tired of all these things. He just wanted to sit here quietly and drink a glass of wine. Shui Rouyi understood his thoughts. No one knows Huangfu Qingtian better than her. They have been married for twenty years, and they already have a nineteen-year-old eldest son and a seventeen-year-old younger son. She came to urge him to get out quickly. But she quietly opened the door and came in, and then closed the door and went out quietly, without disturbing him. When she went out, her tears suddenly flowed down. Huangfu Qingtian drank another glass of wine. This is not the first cup, it is the thirty-first cup. What he drank was not the Persian wine that Zais drank. He drank burning knives. Although it was colorless and tasteless, when he drank it, it seemed that there was a flame burning in his stomach. He poured another glass of wine, but didn't drink it. The door was pushed open again quietly, this time it was not Shui Rouyi, but Zai Si who came in. Huangfu Qingtian lowered his hand, put the undrinked glass of wine on the tea table, and looked at Zai Si standing in the shadow of the door. "Should I have gone out already?" "yes." Just as Huangfu Qingtian stepped out of the door, three fast horses had already entered Jinan Mansion. Two military officers escorted a "father-in-law". As soon as three people and three horses entered the city, nine people immediately went up to meet them, and nine bodyguards sent by Zai Si to meet the imperial envoy. The three of them were quickly welcomed into the Nanwang Mansion. Of course, the three "big red envelopes" have already been stuffed into the pockets of these three adults. Fives At this time, the oiran who was selected every five years had already sat in a sedan chair, set off from Zuiliu Pavilion, and paraded on the street. The firecrackers shook the sky, and the crowds were noisy. The streets were crowded with people vying to see the oiran. six As soon as she put down her job, Ren Piaoling's complexion suddenly changed, becoming ugly.He suddenly thought of why Zai Si sent these masters to stare at him. Zai Si sent these people here not to kill Ren Piaoling, but to send them to death. Ask them to let Ren Piaoling kill them. When Ren Piaoling was about to tell them this terrible thought, it was too late. At this time, the secret signal for them to start the mission had obviously sounded. The first person to rush to Ren Piaoling's side was indeed those three thin young men. When Ren Piaoling had just avoided the first attack, the pair of mandarin duck knives of the couple directly opposite had already slashed towards Ren Piaoling like a rim. Although it was daytime, the courtyard was still brightly lit and noisy with people. There are also quite a few people in the mansion, of course they are all celebrities, celebrities with status, status, and power. In addition to these celebrities, there are also some strong men wearing sheepskin hexagrams with blue satin to receive the guests. Everyone's movements are very 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. In charge of the Southern Seven Provinces, the most powerful person in today's martial arts, Nanjun Wang Huangfu Qingtian finally came out. When Huangfu Qingtian appeared, he wore mainly black and white, specially designed and carefully tailored clothes, which made his figure look more powerful and taller, and also made him look younger than his actual age many. He greeted the guests with a clear and sincere attitude, and even went to the stone steps in front of the mansion to wave to the crowd in the yard. There was a light thunder, and raindrops suddenly fell among the dark clouds. Those who wanted to kill were already lying down, and those who didn't want to kill had become executioners. Six people, six top killers in the Jianghu, they often kill in an instant, and they are killed in an instant. Their blood was red, as red as that of the coolies. The blood was all over the ground, not yet solidified. Ren Piaoling was standing in the blood, the small restaurant was no longer bustling with the past, but now it was full of eerie, terror and death. His eyes fell on a dark cloud in the distance through the rain curtain, and there was no expression on his face. There is no depression, or joy, after a murder. There was another light thunder, and the raindrops were gradually getting heavier. Ren Piaoling walked out of the small restaurant, into the rain, into the vastness, into the nothingness woven by the world. seven On the large table in the center of the hall, two huge red candles were lit. Huangfu Qingtian was already kneeling on a ball covered with tiger skin in front of the case, and the father-in-law who announced the decree was already standing in front of Huangfu Qingtian. The ceremony will begin. Zai Si arranged good hands in the crowd, and everyone's hands were stretched into their bosoms. Hidden in his bosom, of course, is a deadly weapon. Now as long as someone makes a move, these people's hands will stretch out a weapon from their arms in an instant, killing them in front of the hall in an instant. None of the three people that Zai Si worried about appeared here. Ren Piaoling is at the small restaurant, and the hospitable Mr. Bai Shaoyu is of course still staying at Zuiliu Pavilion. Zhong destroyed that terrible fat girl under his command, and he couldn't see anyone at all, let alone the Nine Heavens Ghost Emperor. Seeing that the grand ceremony is about to proceed, as long as the father-in-law finishes announcing the imperial edict, things will be easier to handle. "Huangfu Qingtian." The father-in-law's voice was loud and clear. "exist." "Accept the order." "Thank you, Eunuch." "Xuan—" When the father-in-law just opened his mouth to read the first word, his face suddenly changed, turning as black as burnt charcoal, and then he fell down. Zai Si's smile suddenly froze along with the fallen father-in-law, freezing on his face like a poorly crafted mask. At this moment, all sounds and actions seemed to be frozen, but after a moment, the commotion suddenly boiled up, making the hall look like a pot of hot porridge on the stove. The only person who can keep calm is Huangfu Qingtian. As soon as the father-in-law lay down, he saw two small arrows stuck in his back, and the blood that flowed out was as dark as his face. These two tiny swords were clearly tainted with poison. The two huge red candles on the case have been broken from the center, exposing the silver-white iron box. These two small arrows were originally sent out from the iron box hidden in the red candle. The hall was in chaos, and the guards were stepping up to maintain the situation. Nine Heavens Ghost Emperor's revenge finally came. Zai Si stared at Huangfu Qingtian. Huangfu Qingtian was staring at the huge red candle, then smiled wryly, and said a word: "He is still so timid, after twenty years, he is still embarrassed to show his face."