The package in front of Qingqing slowly untied, only to see a dark mass inside. When he reached out and touched it, he found that it was smooth and cold, very comfortable and comfortable. When he opened it, he found that there was a completely black clothes inside. Except for the jet black
The robe and mask actually contained a shiny token—
"Tian Ke Ju".
At the bottom of these objects was a long sword. Qingqing picked it up and looked at it, and felt that it was not much different from the swords worn by ordinary West Lake disciples. The texture on it was mottled and scattered, as if someone had been using it for many years.
I saw many things in this package, all of which were the same as those used by ordinary Tiankeju disciples. Qingqing put his hand on the hilt of his sword and raised his head coldly: "What do you mean, young hero? Could it be that you want me to serve Xihu?"
?" Without waiting for Siyuan's reply, Qing Qing said again, "I have already sworn a vicious oath that I will never make any plans or suggestions for the head of the West Lake in this life. If young hero can't tolerate me, I'd better give up this idea as soon as possible!"
Perhaps he did not expect Qingqing to react so strongly. Siyuan smiled at first, then closed his eyes and slowly said: "If Young Master Linghu thinks this way, he has really misunderstood Siyuan's good intentions. "Tiankeju" is meant to accommodate Mr.
Where there are strange people and strange things, how can there be no room for a girl?"
Qing Qing didn't speak, but still stared at Ren Siyuan's calm face.
"The predecessor of 'Tiankeju' was originally called 'Qirenju'. Since Emperor Wen Kang, the ancestor of West Lake, he built this residence to recruit talented people so that all kinds of strange people can make full use of their talents. Until the death of Wen, Li
The head of the house was too young to make the decision, so Mr. Ruo assisted him. Later, he established today's 'Tiankeju' in the name of 'Miyu Sanke'."
Listening to Ren Shaoxia talking slowly, Qing Qing felt something was wrong in her heart: "Then, is this residence that attracts strange people and strange things, built for the current head to recruit talented people, or is it built for Mr. Ruo himself?"
Siyuan didn't notice Qingqing's thoughts, but continued: "The biggest feature here is that we only look at our abilities and not our background."
"What's your ability?" Qing Qing sneered, "What's your ability to kill enemies and vengeance for the head of the West Lake and eradicate their roots?"
"That's wrong." Hearing Qing Qing's impatience, Ren Siyuan finally frowned, "Young knight, you think that in this huge Tianke residence, you are the only one who is dissatisfied with Mr. Ruo? There are talented people here from all directions.
The visitors who come here practice all kinds of strange and countless magic techniques - even if Mr. Ruo is famous all over the world and has few rivals, do all these people really want to worship Mr. Ruo sincerely?"
Upon hearing the last sentence, Qingqing's eyes widened suddenly.
"Mr. Ruo has been traveling around the world for half his life. Everyone among the Tianke people has their own evil intentions. How could you not notice it? It's just that the wise and capable are the best, and I don't want to care about it."
"really?"
"That's natural." Siyuan said as he picked up the teacup. The traces of it not being washed for several days were comparable to the cups in Qingqing's room. "There are three types of people in this 'Tiankeju'. The first is
They are either disciples brought out by Mr. Ruo, or they are those who have heard of Mr. Ruo's name and come all the way to worship him. This category naturally follows Mr. Ruo and the leader wholeheartedly, and never has two minds."
"The second category is those who are disobedient to discipline and are always looking for quarrels and troubles, and are eager to take Mr. Ruo's life. These people sometimes go to Mr. Ruo's house alone to assassinate him, and some also recruit gangs and come in groups to go to Tiankeju.
'Li uprising." At this point, Ren Siyuan paused meaningfully, "I have never seen such a person succeed."
"Then these people..." Qingqing couldn't help but leaned forward, "What are the consequences?"
This time it was Siyuan's turn to sneer, "Mr. Jingxian, even if the people here make some serious mistakes, I will never take their lives. It's just cutting off the meridians of their hands and feet so that they can't see. That's enough."
If you can't do that, just feed him with good food and drink every day."
Qing Qing couldn't help but take a breath of air as he listened. Mr. Xihu Ruodong was very cruel and decisive, and he had seen it before. But this method of offering sacrifices to the wise men was actually a thousand times more cruel than Ling Chi's death.
Times. He was stunned on the spot for a moment, looking at the sword in his hand, not knowing what to say.
"The third kind of person
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, Although they do not account for the majority of Tiankeju, there are definitely more than I know." Siyuan lowered his head, as if thinking about what words to use to describe it, "To put it bluntly, this type of people is better than the second type of people.
They even take their own lives seriously - as long as it is not a blood feud that cannot be tolerated, these people will not care about it openly and just live in a corner of the 'Tiankeju' every day. On weekdays, they can take on any work or have something to do.
I also work on my son, and when things go smoothly, I even go out with Mr. Ruo to do errands."
"Humans." Siyuan stared at the unclean teacup and smiled to himself, "Why bother putting your own life in trouble sometimes."
"The blood feud..." At some point, Qingqing began to mutter to himself unconsciously, "If he wasn't born with the power to control himself, who would want to be stained by the blood feud..."
"Once you have hatred in your heart, you must live. Although it is easy to die, you will finally satisfy your enemy. But as long as a person lives in this world, he will inevitably have to worry about such mundane things as food, clothing, and livelihood. Let's not talk about the third category.
If people are idle and have no ambition, it would be better to say that they have figured out the rules of living in this world."
"As long as you live, all the messy and complicated things in the world will be easy to talk about."
Qingqing held the sword tightly, her fingers were about to be crushed, but the sword remained unmoved. The dark sword body exuded a faint smell of blood, gripping Qingqing's heart tightly.
Ren Siyuan finally raised his head and looked at the Linghu woman in front of him gently: "I came to you today just to talk about this matter. Living in this world, as long as it is not against one's conscience, bullying one's ancestors, why should one risk one's own life?
Can't you get through?" Looking at Siyuan sitting upright, Qingqing also raised his head and looked him squarely in the eyes: "You mean, as long as the matter of 'Tian Keju' has nothing to do with my sect, I must do something for you?"
"It's not necessary, it depends on how you choose."
"What if I don't choose this path?"
"Then it's not too late for you to meet with Mr. Ruo tonight." Siyuan was still serious just now, but now he burst into laughter, "The poison you planted in Rongshan Mountain is so powerful. When you have no hands or feet, I will kill you."
I’m doing you a huge favor. There will be two inches of freshly plowed soil behind the courtyard. I’ll bury someone in it and plant some wisteria or something like that. I’m sure your ghost will still be around. Let’s continue our relationship when we get down there!”
Although he knew that these words were stabbing him like needles and Qingqing heard them, he couldn't help but smile. After Qingqing rewrapped a package of black things, he stood up on his own and shouted loudly.
Said: "Then if I seek personal revenge for official business, no one can stop me!"
Ren Siyuan rolled his eyes and sat where he was, listening to Qingqing's brisk footsteps walking away.
"Xia Xia! Xia Xia, please spare your life——"
What appeared in front of Qingqing's eyes at this time was first a face that was elongated due to fear, and then a white face that had completely lost its blood color under the moonlight. A sword light jumped between Qingqing's eyebrows and the long face, and before Qingqing could give an order,
, the long sword made a neat cut on the neck under the long face.
Qing Qing still doesn't feel comfortable with the new long sword. However, this made of fine steel and forged iron is really a rare sharp weapon. I saw that the edge of the wound was delicate but the cut was very deep. At the moment when the facial features of the pale long face were distorted,
The head suddenly tilted back, breaking half of its neck.
The remaining half, together with the crooked neck bones, weakly grabbed the head and let it lean on the still-bloody torso.
From the torn wound, blood gushed out like spring water. The moment Qingqing slashed the sword, he jumped back quickly, thus preventing himself from being sprayed with blood all over his head and face.
This is a skill I only mastered after working on it for half a month.
A scream and the doctor's wail erupted behind him at the same time. Qingqing seemed to hear the sound of something rubbing iron, but he was not in a hurry to look back——
The time it takes to fight back the trembling hands can be solved by closing your eyes.
Even so, Qingqing still did not dare to underestimate the enemy, so she wiped her face and turned away. She saw a chubby woman covered in gray vegetable stains, which must have been splashed all over her body unconsciously when Qingqing broke in just now.
Only then did Qing Qing remember that a little while ago, there was a family of three on this small boat, chatting and laughing while having dinner.
At first glance, this woman
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, she knew that not only had she never practiced any techniques, but even her limbs would not obey her orders in daily life. A kitchen knife was held in her hand, trembling like a wild duck flapping its wings. Qingqing was even a little curious, if she
Just keep watching to see if the fat woman will shake the kitchen knife on the ground and hit her own foot.
But even so, the fat woman's other hand was not idle. Qingqing lowered his eyes slightly, and finally found the source of the cry like a killing pig - a man who was only half a person tall, but almost as fleshy as a woman.
The child was being held in his arms. The boy's face was covered with snot. He closed his eyes and looked up to the sky, crying and screaming with all his strength. For a long time, he cried without tears, and it just turned into a howl at the top of his lungs.
Just scream, no one will come even if you shout loudly.
It is obviously the busiest time of the day. The night market on the shore is brightly lit, and the performance of acrobatics and ball fighting takes up most of the street. The sound of people shouting or laughing fills every corner of the air. Those sweet and salty smells
The variety of snacks occupies the remaining half of the streets and alleys of West Lake, mixed with the aroma of sweat, and has long drifted to this small boat in the middle of the lake.
When Qingqing heard this, he couldn't help but frown, and quickly suppressed the urge to retching. The ship had just been washed by the smell of blood. The stronger the smell of the food, the more Qingqing felt his stomach churning.
Obviously since the first time I took the job, I have corrected my habit of eating before going out, but now I am still feeling nauseous and uncomfortable.
It was not without reason that I chose to do it in such a lively and crowded place. In the silence of midnight, no matter how light-footed I was, there would always be a few bored night owls who stayed up late at night and went out for a walk.
You can clearly see the whole process of blood collecting corpses. If you are unlucky, you are a step slow, or the opponent's strength cannot be underestimated, you only need to raise your voice casually, and you will have to worry about how to get through the dense streets and alleys.
Got away.
But it was different at this moment. People were busy doing their own business on the docks on the shore, and no one noticed that a dilapidated straw boat floated in the middle of the lake amid the smoke. The water vapor in the West Lake was dense, like a natural barrier.
.
And surrounding the center of the lake, there were only shouts that were louder than the other. The people on the shore were so blushing and their necks were thick that they might not be able to hear themselves. Who could hear clearly the screams of a little kid?
Looking in front of me, there seemed to be something unusual about the fat woman. The woman stared at the shining copper bell with her rice-sized eyes, like an angry mad wolf, and she actually exuded a murderous aura.
Come.
You are clearly defenseless and yet you are not begging for mercy. Do you really want to compete with yourself?
Qing Qing couldn't figure out the reason for this.
The boy in the fat woman's arms finally became hoarse from crying, and had no choice but to gasp for air, and even had no strength to speak. At this moment, the breathing sounds of the mother and daughter sounded to Qingqing's ears, but they sounded like one after another.
The muffled thunder made Qingqing's heart feel uncomfortable. Qingqing took a step forward, and the sound of the sword blade cutting through the air was particularly harsh.
"Ah -" As expected, the fat woman threw the kitchen knife out. To Qingqing's surprise, the kitchen knife came out of the wind and was particularly powerful. Qingqing tilted her head, and the heavy blunt iron kitchen knife brushed Qingqing's shoulder.
It fell to the ground with a "snap".
"Don't come here, don't come here!" The woman suddenly panicked, "My third child has never had any grudges with anyone in his life. You can't kill people randomly!"
"You killed the wrong person, Heroine, you killed the wrong person!" Qingqing took another step forward, and the woman fell to her knees with a plop, leaving only the strength left in her body to cry, "It's not my third child,
It’s not him!”
Hearing these words, Qingqing stepped forward, and in the blink of an eye the sword blade was pressed against the woman's neck. When he came to work, what he was most afraid of was that those who were about to die were confused and wanted Qingqing to give in.
They knew it all. But how did Qingqing himself know what these people had done to offend Tian Keju?
It's better to start quickly, lest these people struggle to death and ask endless questions.
"You killed our whole family today, and if someone from Tiankeju finds out tomorrow, you won't end up well!"
The woman screamed with all her strength, Qingqing no longer hesitated and stabbed the sword straight into her throat.