Intermediate? The old village chief browed. The authority for intermediate registration is not comparable to that of primary. Although the reward is proportional to the dangerous surname, the coyote will never be wrong through the assessment results. Because being responsible for the killer means being responsible for the organization. Therefore, this killer organization has been established for fifty years, but there has never been an incident where the killer betrays the organization and reports the organization.
The killer and the organization complement each other. This is the teaching of the first generation of leaders!
Now it seems that I did not read Tiedan wrongly. He has already excited the coyote. After all, it is quite rare for a very good swordsman to be a killer.
But another new problem has troubled the old village chief, that is, registration matters. You can't write the word "Tiedan" on it, right?
When the old village chief said the words, the coyote nodded with concern and said, "It is true. The code name is to protect the swordsman and it is also to make the peers afraid. As soon as it is called out, everyone should immediately think of their own fate. Well, this must be done."
The coyote affirmed himself. He looked at Lu Ming's sword, then looked at the lime mark on the eyebrows of his subordinates, his eyes lit up and said, "You are using a wooden sword now, and the force you are holding is very stable. If it were an iron sword or a steel sword, he would have a blood-red dot. I see your code name, just call it a little red!"
Little red? Lu Ming's brain shook and he felt that the name was so familiar, but he couldn't remember it. He frowned slightly and said, "Is there anyone called Little Red in this area? For example, Little Red in the throat?"
After thinking for a while, the coyote said, "I have been in the underground world for so many years. As far as I know, I haven't. This should be my exclusive idea. It's just that I haven't met a swordsman like you before, otherwise I'd become famous long ago."
The old village chief suddenly slapped his thigh: "Oh, Tiedan, you're too fast in the assessment. If I came out one step late, I'll send it!"
Lu Ming was stunned. I don’t know what happened, but the coyotes laughed secretly, making the silver suit even more secret.
When Lu Ming officially joined this killer organization, he realized that it was called the Blood Evil Sect. It has been established for about fifty years and has a long history. However, it is very famous among its peers. The creed of the sect leader is to love his subordinates, which will make the sect more brilliant.
This is true. There are more than a thousand killers in the Great Swordsman realm of the Blood Evil Sect. These people do not regard killing as their main profession. In fact, they depend on the tasks issued by the customer. If there are treasures, they are adventurers, if there are valuables, they are escorts, and if there are dignitaries, they are guards. Only when they reach the intermediate killer, that is, swordsmen above the swordsman realm, will they perform murder missions.
The swordsman at the swordsman level has a total of 100 people in the Blood Evil Sect, which can be compared with the number of swordsmen in any state. There are four great swordsmen, known as the Four Great Vajras, and they are also the pillars of the Blood Evil Sect.
As soon as Lu Ming joined this organization, he received a task and completed it very well, winning praise from the sect leader. Many people said that he was just lucky. After a year, Lu Ming used his actual actions to prove that he was not only lucky, but also an extremely qualified killer, and became the fifth largest Kyushu in the sect and one of the most outstanding killers in the sect.
Half a year after Lu Ming became a killer, the old village chief came again and brought the news that the saint was about to give birth. However, when Lu Ming rushed back to Shanlintun, the child had been born for three days. Lu Ming was naturally very happy to see that their mother and son were safe, but when he named the child, he was in trouble because both of them forgot their names. Finally, Lu Ming had an idea and said, "Let's name the child first, and then give him a big name after he recovered his memory. Since you like to eat beans when you are pregnant, then let's call him Doudou."
The saint readily agreed, but Lu Ming left quietly again after living at home for less than seven days.
The successive tasks allowed Lu Ming to travel around the country and gained a lot of understanding of the world. He was also curious about his identity.
"Who am I?" Lu Ming often asked himself, but he couldn't find the answer, and his instinct kept him away from this question.
Lu Ming knew that this was because he was not strong enough. If he was strong enough and had the sword realm of a peak swordsman like the sect leader, all these would not be a problem.
Over the past year, Lu Ming's sword realm has been growing, but he did not have a clear standard in his mind when judging the sword realm, and he could only compare with his opponents or peers.
After long thinking, he felt that his sword realm should be the Five-Strike Master, but he had killed a guard of a rich Jiufeng Master. Seeing the surprise in his eyes covering his throat with both hands, Lu Ming judged that his strength was not only reflected in strength, but in comprehensive quality.
So Lu Ming devoted himself to practicing, performing tasks, and believed that when his strength reached a certain level, when he walked into the sun, those factors that were unfavorable to him would appear.
The coyote is in a good mood recently, especially when he accepted Lu Ming, an outstanding swordsman, which has won the praise of the sect leader. His status has also steadily increased with the number of times Lu Ming completed his tasks, and now he has entered the core management of the sect.
The coyote glanced at the house where Lu Ming lived, walked straight over and walked into a small forest. Sure enough, this kid was still cutting the wooden sword here.
"Iron Dan!" The coyote called Lu Ming's nickname in the village. He thought this was a manifestation of family affection. When there were only two people, he could better bring Lu Ming closer.
"Master, is there a task?" Lu Ming did not look up and was still repairing the wooden sword in his hand.
"Yes, but I still like you to call me Uncle Coyote." The Coyote smiled, but found that the wooden sword in Lu Ming's hand had been cut a month ago, but he cut the sword every day. In the past month, he could not see any changes, but the wood chips on the ground showed that he was indeed modifying it.
The coyote looked at the wooden sword very carefully, but did not see any difference. In the end, he had to give up and get back to the point: "I have won this task for you, and the reward is 100,000 taels of silver."
"100,000?" Lu Ming was stunned. This was indeed a big tree. In the past, he cut firewood for a day, but it was only a few hundred cents of silver.
"If you can bring the head back, plus one thousand taels of gold." The coyote said with a temptation on his face, then handed Lu Ming a portrait and said: "There is a detailed address on it, and the deadline is within one month, but the customer means that the task will be completed as soon as possible and there will be additional rewards."
Lu Ming put down the wooden sword and took the portrait. However, when the scroll was completely unfolded, he frowned and found that the portrait was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere. He looked at the information again, which read: "Qing Yuanzhou, Tiandu City, Third Avenue, Luzhai."
"A very detailed address." Lu Ming nodded. Many tasks usually only give the city where the target is located, and few people are accurate to the portal. It seems that the person who posted the task has a good understanding of this goal.
But why do I feel familiar with him? Have I ever seen him? Will he have something to do with my life experience?
Lu Ming's heart was full of doubts and was clearer that being able to find someone who was familiar with was actually not a good thing for himself now.
The coyote saw Lu Ming not speaking when he looked at the portrait, and there was no change in his eyes or breathing. He was like a statue, making people unable to feel his emotional changes, so he could not see what he was going to make.
"How is it? Will it be?" the coyote had to ask.
"I'll accept it, wait for my news." Lu Ming put the portrait beside him and continued to work hard on the wooden sword.
"Okay!" The coyote clapped his hands, smiled on his face, and said, "I wish you good luck."
After the coyote finished speaking, he felt that his words were very unnutrition. When did he do a task, it was not the best one to complete?
With a touch of self-deprecation on his face, the coyote left.
Lu Ming unfolded the scroll again and looked at it, firmly imprinting every detail of the character on the portrait in his mind. Then, he used a little force on his hand, and a force surged out, instantly turning it into thin paper powder and drifted away with the wind.
Any task that Lu Ming took over is over, even if it ends here, it is his habit for a year.
No bags are needed or disguised. Ten days later, Lu Ming set foot on the land provided on the information, Tiandu City.
The journey was quite far, but Lu Ming, who had already arrived, did not choose to stay in a hotel, but mingled among pedestrians and started to stroll around the streets.
With Lu Ming's calm pace, the lines of this city gradually became engraved in his mind. He was completely clear where he could leave the city at the fastest speed, where the population was the sparse, and where there were buildings with the signature surname.
It was almost noon, and there were more and more pedestrians on the street, back and forth between major businesses. Lu Ming was wandering at the intersection of the street, looking at these pedestrians, their expressions on their faces and the route they were walking were all so familiar.
It felt like I had been here before, but it was completely different and there was no way to compare it.
Lu Ming closed his eyes gently, felt the breath around him, and smelled a stream of smell, which made him feel familiar. Moreover, a slight force gradually emanated from his brain, as if he wanted to compare something, but he couldn't do it.
Lu Ming opened his eyes, moved slowly and indifferently, and found that the large businesses here were almost all "Lu" signs, clothing shops, weapons shops, carriage shops, restaurants, inns and hotels, etc., and had a wide range of things. He gave himself the feeling that as long as he spent money, he would definitely be earned by the Lu family. (To be continued.)