The long street in the west of the city is noisy and bustling with pedestrians, making it a lively scene.
Time can indeed dilute everything ruthlessly, making love, hatred and hatred gradually dissipate deep in people's memories.
At this time, no one of the smiling tourists on the road would think of the murder here more than 20 years ago.
The crowds of people and murderous atmosphere in those days have turned into a scene of joy and laughter.
Perhaps the only thing that still has something to do with the bloody storms of the past is the dark-colored Tianji Building that stands quietly at the end of the long street.
Beside the railing on the top floor of Tianji Tower, two figures stood quietly in the autumn wind.
Qin Luo held a cup of hot tea and sipped it silently.
Yin Xing beside him was holding a pot of wine with his left hand, taking a big sip from time to time.
Yin Xing took another sip of wine, looking a little confused, and sighed: "Compared with those days before, life now seems like a world away."
"I didn't expect that Lord Yin would be sad because of such a thing." Qin Luo pursed his lips and chuckled, "Could it be that you were not joking yesterday when you said you wanted to step down from your position as Lord Anyin?"
Yin Xing was silent for a long time, then nodded slightly and said: "That's natural, I'm a little tired, but now that I'm stepping down, who can take my place?
Although this operation was successful, the price paid by An Yin Tower was also very high."
When he said this, he looked at his right sleeve rather unaccustomedly. There was an empty section there.
It was replaced by a late-stage foundation-building monk at the risk of his life when the late-stage Operation Ananyinlou was short of manpower and had to round up and kill six monks.
But Yin Xing felt that it was nothing if he lost an arm.
A total of fifty-five people went to An Yinlou this time, and only twenty-seven people returned to Jiangzhou.
After all, those one hundred and twenty-seven foundation-building monks are not so easy to kill.
After most monks fall into a desperate situation, they will choose to die with one person before they die.
Therefore, their battle loss ratio of four to one can be considered very good.
But although he is an assassin, although he is cold-blooded, he is not ruthless.
Behind these numbers of deaths are all the subordinates and colleagues whom I chatted and joked with on weekdays.
"Stop drinking. The more you drink, the more depressed you will become. I'll give you a cup of tea to sober up." Qin Luo saw Yin Xing's sad expression, so he naturally knew what he was thinking.
However, he still did not choose to comfort him.
After all, men tend to use actions to prove everything.
Qin Luo turned his back, walked towards the building, and said calmly: "If Master Yin is worried about the survival of the Ananyin Building, there is no need. Even if the high-end combat power of the Anyin Building is greatly damaged this time, the Tianji Building is still there.
I, Bai Xiaosheng, am not a capricious person, so I will naturally not do anything treacherous. Lord Yin, you can rest assured that until An Yin Tower recovers completely, Tian Ji Tower will do its best to protect An Yin Tower.
In addition, if Mr. Yin is worried about the lack of future generations, I can find a group of reliable embryos for An Yinlou for Mr. Yin to train."
Hearing this, Yin Xing looked at Qin Luo's back in shock.
But Qin Luo walked into the building and went to find a tea cup in the room.
Everything he and Yin Xing said just now is true.
After all, An Yinlou's strength is now greatly reduced. In the final analysis, it is Qin Luo who needs to use his strength to take revenge on the Dao Alliance.
And there's one more thing.
That is, Qin Luo found that it was extremely difficult to fight against the Taoist Alliance by cultivating immortality on his own, plus his less-successful descendants.
Not to mention challenging the leader of the Dao Alliance who single-handedly overturned the entire cultivation world.
Therefore, he wants to unite other forces, and these "mortal people" who are looked down upon by immortal cultivators are the best candidates for help.
Yin Xing told himself before that he wanted to improve his physical skills to a higher level, but now that he has lost an arm, it is almost impossible for him to realize this dream.
But he is not the only one who can practice physical skills.
If spiritual cultivators are like the bright moon, then the number of mortals is as numerous as the stars.
Now Yin Xing has explored the limits of his physical skills, and his strength in battle is not weaker than that of a monk at the early stage of the Golden Core Realm.
In the future, if there are more talented people who can raise the limit of physical training again, then they can help Qin Luo to a higher level.
This is what Qin Luo expected.
As a semi-secret organization, An Yin Tower cannot recruit assassins openly.
The reliable backup talents he just mentioned to provide Yin Xing are the descendants of the Qin family.
After all, my brother's lineage is entirely mortal, and there are also mortals without spiritual roots among my descendants.
These descendants have been established in the Dan Kingdom for more than a hundred years, and the number of people they have reproduced is still very large. It is not impossible for the descendants of the Qin family's concubines or the fifth server to come to Anyin Tower for training.
certainly.
Qin Luo had some selfish motives when he said this.
In An Yin Tower, some mortals of the Qin family practiced physical skills and became assassins of An Yin Tower. They complemented each other perfectly with the cultivator assassins of He Yu Hall, making the continuation of the Qin family's bloodline more secure.
When Qin Luo thought of this, he happened to find a cup, poured the tea, and walked back to the guardrail.
"Give."
Yin Xing shook the wine jar, then threw it aside. Then he took the tea handed to him by Qin Luo and whispered: "Thank you."
After a while.
After drinking this cup of tea, he seemed to have sobered up a little, and said slowly: "Master Bai, wait until tomorrow when I am completely sober, let's discuss your proposal just now. I have drunk too much now, so it is not appropriate to discuss business matters.
It’s even more inappropriate to make decisions.”
Although Yin Xing was very moved by Qin Luo's proposal, An Yinlou had not yet reached the stage of life and death, so it was naturally impossible for him to seek medical treatment in a hurry and accept any suggestions without distinction.
After all, he just wanted to retire from his position as the owner of An Yin Tower, and he did not retire officially.
Then if he sits in this position for one day, he will not be able to live up to An Yinlou.
"It doesn't matter." Qin Luo smiled.
Of course, he didn't expect Yin Xing to agree directly.
Even though Yin Xing is in a state of depression now, he has been in charge of An Yin Tower for decades and his heart will not be disturbed.
However, Qin Luo was still very confident that he would agree to his proposal.
If An Yin Tower wants to recover blood as quickly as possible, it needs a lot of fresh blood.
And no one is more suitable than himself to provide these for An Yin Tower.
The two stood by the railing and said no more.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Qin Luo raised his head slightly.
The bright moon in the sky is still the same, unchanged year after year, just like it was when I left Dan Country and came to Jiangbei twenty years ago.
It's just that through He Yutang, he knew that the Dan Kingdom now has undergone earth-shaking changes compared to when he left. Old friends have left, and new talents have emerged.
After being away for many years, Qin Luo felt that it was time to go back and take a look.