There was still the sound of rain falling outside the mountain temple. Xue Ling looked at Fang Bie, who was calmly handling the body in front of her, and couldn't help but ask: "What is this?"

"Corpse powder." Fang Bieyan said concisely and concisely.

"Corpse powder?" Xue Ling repeated in disbelief: "Does this thing really exist?"

"I originally thought it didn't exist, but if things like martial arts can exist, it's not unacceptable that corpse powder also exists." Fang Bie replied calmly, as it should be: "But judging from the principle, it should be done using flesh and blood.

The intense oxidation-reduction reaction is equivalent to low-intensity combustion, but its formula is indeed interesting and easy to carry, but it is a bit dangerous."

What the young man said later was a bit like talking to himself.

Ning Huaiyuan's body was still bubbling on the ground. Apart from the slightly unpleasant smell, his remains were really disappearing bit by bit.

Xue Ling hummed, but before she said anything, Fang Bi handed over an iron box with a wristband: "Here, this is your trophy."

"Mine?" Xue Ling was stunned and looked at the iron box. It had a shiny silver metal wristband that could be easily buckled on the wrist. However, the iron box was completely closed. Xue Ling did not do anything for a while.

Know what this is.

"What's this?"

"If you are happy, you can call it Rolex." Fang Bie smiled and said, "But this is the soft sword used by Ning Huaiyuan. When not in use, the blade is hidden in this iron box and can be worn on

Carry it close to your wrist.”

"And when you need a sneak attack, you only need to use a specific technique to pop it out, killing the enemy by surprise. Moreover, the edge of the soft sword is both sharp and soft. It is a very rare and strange weapon, and women can carry it even more

It works wonders.”

Xue Ling was really excited when she heard what Fang Bi said was so exciting. After all, she didn't play a big role in this assassination, but Xue Ling was knowledgeable enough to get such a precious weapon.

She had never heard of or seen such a weapon before, but it was extremely sophisticated and incredibly powerful.

"How could Ning Huaiyuan have such a thing?" Xue Ling couldn't help but ask.

Is this Ning Huaiyuan really just a Huashan disciple?

"Probably." Fang Bie looked at Ning Huaiyuan's disappearing body and sighed softly: "Probably, he is a careerist."

"Although his swordsmanship is based on the Huashan swordsmanship, it has some meaning that is a mixture of hundreds of schools of thought. The Cold Soul Silver Needle of the Luo Sect, the Blood Burning Technique of the Demon Sect, he has gone to countless places to learn such a mess.

Martial Arts…”

But he was so powerful, yet he died at your hands? Xue Ling looked at the pale-looking young man in front of her, but she didn't mean to put gold on her face at all. Even her description was light.

"This Ning Huaiyuan, if he didn't meet us, he would probably become a very powerful character?" Xue Ling asked tentatively.

"Who knows this?" Fang Bie said: "After all, no matter how far away the future is, who knows?"

"But when a person dies, all possibilities disappear, all dreams and all futures become nothing."

Fang Bie said this with inexplicable emotion: "Just like Ning Huaiyuan never thought that I would bring a set of steel wire to kill him, I don't know where I will die in this world."

.”

"However." Fang Biehui turned around, looked at Xue Ling's face, and said seriously: "If we can avoid death, we'd better try our best not to die."

"Because living is a really beautiful thing."

Xue Ling nodded in understanding. It was clear that he was an assassin who specialized in taking human lives, but he valued life so much. This feeling made Xue Ling feel a little weird.

"That's right." Xue Ling looked at Yue Pingshan, who was still unconscious at his feet. His junior brother, who was in love and killed each other, had turned into mist and risen into the sky. So what should this senior brother do?

Although Xue Ling didn't want to kill him deep down, everything still depended on Fang's intentions.

After the previous battle, Xue Ling had no choice but to trust this assassin who often felt that there was something wrong with him, because if something was wrong, it was wrong, but he was still really powerful.

"What should I do with this person?" As she said this, Xue Ling looked at Fang Bing's hand with a guilty conscience. His little white hand was empty.

But Xue Ling clearly remembered that Fang Bie looked very handsome when he spread corpse powder.

Although he looked very embarrassed due to the smell of corpse powder.

"How else can we deal with it?" Fang Bie smiled, with a clean and warm smile.

He always seems to be such a person, making people feel invisible, just like when Xue Ling followed him into the clean and mint-smelling room, but when he changed hands, he held Xue Ling against her with a short knife.

Same as the wall.

"We only kill mission targets and behead valuable people."

"He is not within our assassination range."

"But..." Xue Ling bit her lip: "Didn't he see you?"

"Really?" Fang Bie smiled: "He clearly saw just a beggar called a bastard."

"Does it have anything to do with me?"

…

…

When Yue Pingshan woke up the next day, his head felt dizzy and a little painful.

The sun shines through the cracks in the house and shines on the blue brick floor.

There are chirping insects outside the temple.

He opened his eyes and saw the beams and vaults of the mountain temple that were slightly blackened by smoke, as well as the lonely swallow's nest on the beams.

Has the swallow not come back yet?

He turned his head and saw that there were only a pile of embers from the bonfire on the blue brick ground.

Where is this place? Who am I? What do I do?

Three philosophical questions suddenly came to Yue Pingshan's mind.

He sat up from the ground with difficulty and saw his Yinghuo Sword lying on the ground, with the ruby ​​on the hilt shining brightly.

Seeing this sword, countless memories came flooding back in an instant.

Last night, the brothers were fighting for wine and eating meat by the campfire. In the blink of an eye, the swords were facing each other. Ning Huaiyuan's sharp and strange soft sword, Luo Jiao's cold silver needle, and the Demon Sect's blood-burning technique were all things he had never seen before.

When Yue Pingshan's trump card was revealed from the junior fellow student who usually didn't see anything unusual, at that moment Yue Pingshan felt a chill down his spine.

Why am I still alive?

He thought like this, and then the little beggar who rushed into the mountain temple could not help but appear in his mind.

Is it him?

Yue Pingshan thought that the other party had easily dodged Ning Huaiyuan's three fatal sword blows with incredible movements, and forced Ning Huaiyuan to make peace with him.

After that? I can’t remember everything that happened after that.

But there is no doubt that he was saved by this hidden beggar hero.

What is that hero's name?

In trouble?

right!

In confusion.

He looked at the mountain god with a broken arm in the mountain temple. For a moment, his mind was racing and he couldn't control himself.

After a long time, he got down on his knees and bowed respectfully.

"Huashan Mountain and Yue Pingshan Mountain, I kneel down to thank the hero Gouzazhong for his life-saving grace."

The blue bricks shattered under his head, making a crisp sound.

A black swallow flew in through the opening of the mountain temple and landed in the swallow's nest at the beam.
Chapter completed!