Wang Jingmeng and Lin Zhuijiu, Yan Xinlan separated outside this shop, and then walked into different streets and alleys.

Changling is a majestic city in the world, and the largest market in Changling is naturally a bustling city in the world.

Countless crowds were constantly surging in this huge market.

There are a variety of products in this market.

From the furniture made by carpenters in the Guanzhong area to the beads made by some skilled craftsmen in the Chu Dynasty, there are probably thousands of kinds of goods.

The more people do different businesses, the more chaotic people from all over the world will be, and the more dangers it will be.

Today, he wanted to find the assassins lurking among them and attack the woodcarver at any time, but he knew very well that all of them could become the prey of those lurking assassins.

Perhaps some people have regarded them as prey.

The sun is shining and people come and go, and not many people pay attention to him.

Many people in this market have probably seen his sword-like sword, but they are not close enough, and they may not be able to see his face clearly, or compared with his sword, his face is not impressive enough.

But these people who cannot remember his face would not have posed any threat to him.

The air in the streets of the market was a little dirty, and even some spices and food were mixed with the smell of horse manure. He coughed gently.

His injuries have not yet been completely healed.

However, no matter it is the noisy market or the uninhabited mountains and forests, it is a scene that he is very familiar with.

...

The slender wood still stood tall.

A noise suddenly sounded outside the Nanmen Market.

The bounty has been mentioned fifty gold.

Restaurants are scattered outside the market.

It was already time to eat, but the business in one of the restaurants was still very light.

Especially the five or six tables placed on the second floor were all empty, with only one guest sitting next to a table by the window.

This is a man in black with a very white skin, looking over thirty years old.

His hair is very dark and straight, and it exudes a vigorous vitality

Feelings.

On his left hand is a black snake-skinned sword.

The sword is placed directly on the table.

His hands were slender and powerful, but his palms were calluses.

This is obviously a swordsman who uses a sword.

But usually he would not attract too much attention here, because there were many swordsmen like him in the caravans in the past.

His food is also very simple.

It's just a meat soup, a piece of vegetables and vegetables.

I have eaten most of the meat soup and it is slightly cooler, and some oil and water have begun to turn white.

He had stopped the chopsticks and seemed not to be ready to eat them anymore, but his body turned towards the stairs.

There was a sound of footsteps at the entrance of the stairs.

A young man in blue clothes, much younger than him, appeared in his sight.

The young man in green clothes looked at him quietly, and he also looked at the young man in green clothes quietly. For a moment, neither of them spoke first.

"You should be an assassin, and you will want to be an assassin who is not good for the wood-moving man." The teenager in blue-shirt's eyes fell on the meat soup, and then said.

"Why?"

The black-shirt swordsman couldn't help laughing. His smile was a little cold and mocked: "What makes you feel like this? Is there something wrong with the meat soup I eat, or is I having any special murderous intention?"

"There is no problem with these, but your expression is wrong." The young man in blue looked at him and said, "Your reaction is also wrong."

"I don't care where you find it or think I have something wrong." The black-shirt swordsman couldn't help but mock him: "You said I was an assassin, an assassin who tried to be unfavorable to the Wood Movement, but now even the Wood Movement Movement has not appeared at all. Do I just want to drink a bowl of meat soup here quietly and just watch the fun quietly, isn't it okay?"

"I just came up and happened to see two people from the Gods and Tushu nearby." The young man in the green shirt looked at him seriously and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. I will go back to find them, and then I will say to them directly, I heard you talking to a passerby, and I heard you say you want to assassinate this wood mover. I think they should listen to me, at least they will question you carefully, and then track down your true body.

share."

The black-shirted swordsman no longer sneered.

He curled his smile and his face began to become cold.

"Mo Ying, although you are very famous in Changling City, Tianyi Pavilion should not want to trek into this muddy water."

He said softly with a slightly cold voice: "You are easily bewitched by some people when you are young, and you can't figure out where you are. These are things that have nothing to do with you. You must intervene. Have you ever thought about the consequences?"

This young man in blue is Mo Ying.

When he heard the other party easily report his name, he became more sure that his judgment was not wrong.

He smiled faintly and said, "I thought about... before deciding whether to do these things, I had thought seriously about why I wanted to practice and why I wanted to learn swords. Learning swords is to be useful. As a Qin person, learning swords is to let my Great Qin Dynasty go to a better place."

"The law has never been wrong, and the etiquette is invincible." The black-shirted swordsman said coldly, "Do you think that the sudden change will definitely make the Qin Dynasty go to a better place?"

"There are different teachings in the past, what ancient methods are? The emperors do not return to each other, what kind of rituals are followed?" Mo Ying said calmly: "I only know that sword moves change due to the opponent and change according to the environment, so that they can be useful."

"I don't know how many people are like me today. Do you think that by standing up, what can you change by changing a person like you?" The black-shirt swordsman shook his head.

Mo Ying smiled, "It's not just me."

The black-shirt swordsman frowned deeply. He took a deep breath and looked at the sword he placed on the table, "Don't I want to do it, you will do it to me?"

"What I learned from others during these days is the real opportunity to defeat the enemy. It is not to guess how the enemy moves, but to always hold it in my hands."

Mo Ying bowed to him seriously and said, "If you have a clear conscience, or you firmly refuse to admit that you are an assassin, then I will invite you to compete in a sword now."

The black-shirt swordsman finally confirmed what the other party was thinking. He slowly stood up, held the sword in his left hand, and then looked at Mo Ying with some emotion and sighed: "Do you think you can definitely beat me?"

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