Now, the small cabin of the boat was filled with two cold bodies, leaving only Linghu Qingqing and a child looking at each other.
The child looked at Qingqing's figure covered in black robe from bottom to top. He still couldn't see her face clearly. He could only see the shimmering long sword in her hand. Looking in the direction of the sword light,
A drop of blood fell down quickly, and fell to the ground with a "clack" in the blink of an eye, leaving a touch of red on the silver-white sword body.
The end of the sword tip is the woman's neck, where the gurgling blood and tears come from.
The boy said "Wow--" and a heart-rending scream burst out from his throat. At such a young age, it seemed that he could not witness such a tragic scene, but he closed his eyes tightly, still hugging his mother's body tightly, and held his head
Leaning in her arms that were not yet cool.
Qingqing withdrew the sword and let the chubby strange boy and woman fall to the ground together. However, the sword head did not rise for a long time, and Qingqing suddenly felt a trace of hesitation:
What does a child who has never seen blood have to do with the interests of the leader and the situation in the world?
Linghu Qingqing stood for a long time, still unable to figure out the reason. But the sharp sword in his hand seemed as heavy as iron and lead. Standing in front of this child with a glossy mouth, Qingqing could not hold the hilt tightly -
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Tiankeju really doesn’t even let the children go!
With a sudden thought, Qingqing was startled by her own thoughts. She had taken over the job of Tian Keju today, and it was true that she could not let go of this child, but who had let go in this calm West Lake? In just half a month, Qingqing
The number of strangers who had been killed could not be counted on both hands - Qingqing never knew why they died.
If you don’t ask yourself, you won’t tell anyone who lives there.
The wind was blowing and the waves were turning, and the nocturnal sounds outside the boat were about to subside, and the boat was also getting closer to the night. Qingqing knew in his heart that he had no time to hesitate, so he had no choice but to pull the heavy sword blade and aim the dazzling sharp blade at the boy's neck -
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A fatal blow won't hurt, and you don't have to come back to ask me the reasoning behind it.
After simply cleaning the blood stains on the outer edge of the ship, Qingqing really didn't want to stay for long, so he straightened an overturned small table, took off the token from his waist, and placed it conspicuously in the center of the table.
At dawn today, Tiankeju disciples who have taken on another kind of "job" will come to clean up the mess. There are people who kill people, and there are people who destroy corpses and eliminate traces. The words "specialize in the art" are used here.
, seems particularly strange. Of course, the people who took those jobs will understand it as soon as they see the Tiankeju token on the table.
Even if the government yamen or ordinary people arrive first and see the token on the table, they will only think that Tiankeju has discovered this tragedy. All he needs to do now is to burn a stick of incense and wait for Master Qingtian to deliver justice.
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Perhaps because of the water on his body, Qingqing wrapped her black robe tightly and walked through the crowd, feeling that the evening style was extremely cold. Stopping next to the former singing stage, the stage had been replaced by a pipa girl she had never met before.
, with her young face half hidden behind the body of the instrument, she sang softly:
White dew sheds frosty tears,
Yanbo Su Yue is sad.
Looking west together,
A wild goose knows nothing about autumn.
Time moves forward step by step, and although nothing has changed, something is still different.
This pipa song was lively and lively, completely different from the melancholy and melodious music of the past. Listening to it now, Qing Qing felt noisy and felt uncomfortable. When she turned around, she saw another group of dark figures in the crowd, standing on the stage.
Before, I listened with great interest.
Perhaps it was his natural instinct to notice Qing Qing's gaze. One of them turned around and smiled slightly when he saw Qing Qing's long sword in black clothes.
It's really lively tonight, Qingqing thought to himself. It's rare for Tiankeju to have so much "work" in one night. The disciples who have finished their tasks for the day are gathering together to talk at the moment. I heard that sometimes
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It was common to stay drunk all night long. Ren Siyuan initially wanted to get Qing Qing to get to know more visitors from various sects, but Linghu showed no interest and was unwilling to force it.
At this moment, the black figure whispered something to his companion and was about to walk in the direction of Qingqing. Linghu Qingqing was afraid that they would ask for a few drinks together, so he quickly waved his hand gently and turned around to leave.
But the speed of the black shadow was much faster than he imagined. It passed through the crowd like the wind and came behind him in the blink of an eye. Before Qingqing even opened her mouth to say hello, the man grabbed Qingqing without noticing.
Qing’s arm:
"Young hero, let's go have a few drinks together?"
Qingqing shook his head: "No."
"Why is this?"
"I..." After lowering his head and hesitating for a moment, Qingqing made up his mind and said, "I have other work tomorrow."
"Hey, what's this!" When the unknown black figure heard this, he showed a carefree smile, "Who doesn't have a job tomorrow? It's the last night today, so I have to have a good time and drink until I'm drunk.
No return! This is called - if you are successful in life, you must have all the fun!"
Hearing this disciple's hearty smile, Qingqing had already raised his hand in the air and was about to shake off the arm that was tightly grasping her. By a strange combination of circumstances, for some reason, Qingqing also had an unusual idea.
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How about having a few drinks with him?
Anyway, I don’t plan to compete with Mr. Ruo tomorrow.
Seeing the change in Qingqing's expression, the Tiankeju disciple who had hidden his face under the mask also showed a row of snow-white teeth. Without saying a word, he pulled Qingqing and ran quickly. Only then did Qingqing realize that the group of people had left the stage.
After walking for a long time, I don't know where I have gone. Only this person is left to take Qing Qing with me.
They met other companions in black robes on the river bank at the street corner. Did they also hit it off like old friends?
As the strong wind rushed by, Qingqing wanted to ask the young hero his name, but the strong wind filled his throat and made him unable to make a sound. This man was very fast on his feet, so Qingqing was not seriously injured compared to him.
It was even faster. Qingqing had no choice but to let him pull her arm all the way and closed her eyes, not knowing where she was being dragged. When the wind gradually died down, Qingqing finally asked:
"Young hero, where are you going?"
"Rui - heart - tower!" The young hero also replied in a long voice in the sound of the wind, "Fortunately I just met you, otherwise the young hero would have missed tonight!" Before he could clear up the confusion,
When Qing continued to ask, he continued: "The master and Mr. Ruo have not seen each other for a long time. Today, we are hosting a banquet for guests from heaven -"
I'm afraid the young hero himself didn't hear clearly what was said later. But for some reason, he felt the hand of his companion behind him gripping his arm tighter.
There are already many people sitting in the main hall of the tower. Looking around, they are all wearing black robes and long swords. Some people even forgot to take off their masks. In this vast black shadow, only subtle differences can be seen:
Everyone's black robes were embroidered with string patterns of the West Lake. Qingqing vaguely remembered that Mr. Ruo's robe was embroidered with four patterns. For example, the older and more senior people among Tianke usually had three patterns.
An Ge, Ren Siyuan and other disciples who had followed Mr. Ruo since childhood all had double patterns embroidered on them.
Most of the rest of the people, who were numerous in number, were all like Qing Qing, with small single patterns embroidered on the hem of their robes.
Qingqing followed the others into the tower. He felt that the mask was making it difficult to breathe, so he took it off easily. Unexpectedly, the moment he revealed his face, he caught the sight of Ren Siyuan not far away.
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It would be too late to put the mask back on at this point.
Sure enough, he saw Siyuan striding towards him and pulled him aside:
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"You shouldn't have come today!"
"Why?" Qing Qing didn't lose any of his composure, "Today's work has been solved long ago. We are just waiting to collect the corpses tomorrow morning!"
"That's not what you're talking about!" Siyuan was so full of anger that he was about to burst out. But at this moment, several young disciples who were arm-in-arm came behind Qingqing and grabbed Qingqing's shoulders without realizing it. Qingqing
You don't have to look back to hear it, it's the people you met in front of the stage:
"This young hero, I haven't asked you your name yet!"
"Her surname is Lin!" Siyuan's eyes widened in shock when someone asked her, and he quickly answered for her, "Her surname is Lin Mingqing!"
"Young Master Lin, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Even though these people kill people and do work without blinking an eye, once they get together, whether they know each other or not, they can hug each other affectionately and laugh for a while. Thoughts.
Yuan didn't leave any chance for the disciples to interrupt. Taking advantage of the chaos, he strode to pull Qing Qing away from the crowd.
This time it was Qingqing's turn to glare: "How do you know!"
"You don't have to worry about it." Siyuan's voice was cold, and the veins on his unnaturally protruding face were now popping out, "Who allowed you to come here! Do you know where Ruixin Pagoda is?"
"Of course I know." Qingqing stared at him coldly, as if facing someone she didn't know at all, "Three years ago, there was a woman with stunning appearance and refined music named 'Fairy Baihua' who is here to celebrate.
Master. The seven women who practice Ruan, each with the name of "Moonlight on the Tower, Yan Ye Yu", attract wealth and customers, and there is an endless stream of people. Among the seven, Ayu is the most outstanding, and has practiced the bone-gnawing Ruan sound.
, killing twenty-four people in a row in one night."
"Then what?"
"Then my teacher heard that song when she was leaving the mountain, so her life was ended."
"It's Linghu Zhang..." Siyuan quickly covered his mouth after hearing what Qingqing said so calmly. Everyone in Nanlin and West Lake had heard about the tragic death of the girl in Ruixinta. But for some unknown reason, Nanzhang
Before his death, the disciple stopped pursuing the investigation without any warning. I heard Qingqing's calm tone, and then said:
"Later, for some unknown reason, the eldest son of the Nan family learned that bone-gnawing tune. Later, for that tune, he and I fought to the death on the Xuantan."
"Linghu..."
"Young Master Ren." Qingqing took over his words, exhaled a long breath, and closed his eyes, "I'm afraid I've experienced more here than you can imagine. Not long after we met, we brothers
This tower and the head of the Nanlin Palace were burned to the ground. I was poisoned by Mr. Ruo's biting poison and was locked here on my head. Half of my feet on the top of the tower stepped into the gate of hell. Five of the seven girls in the tower died.
Under the white jade flute that my master left for me..."
"An Ge won't tell you these things, let alone Mr. Ruo. You can't count the lives that East Shanxi Lake owes to each other. So, Ren Shaoxia, you don't have to worry about why I came here tonight, and you have no right to.
What should I do."
"Qing Qing! I was there that night when you were locked at the top of the tower!"
Hearing these words, Qing Qing opened his eyes slightly.
"That was the first time I saw your skill with the white jade flute. Many of the disciples who were there that night are here today. Do you think they can't recognize you because I pretended to be deaf and mute?" Seeing Qingqing's expression show a slight trace of it.
Wen Wen, Siyuan also softened his expression and continued, "The white jade flute you played that day has surpassed the combined effort of our Tiankeju disciples for decades. You think that you have lost your inner strength, and it doesn't matter who the result is."
Just die casually in your hands?"
"Why did you forget what you promised me that day overnight?!"
Qingqing turned her head, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and showed a helpless smile. Before she could speak, she heard a sudden silence outside the door. Then there was a loud shout: