Li Xin'an sat down on the chair as if decadently and sighed:
"The Bloody Clothes Hall used to have a bad reputation. Although it has a bad reputation, it has to be said that the Bloody Clothes Hall was able to... flourish in the hands of Li Linfu. At that time, there were no spies placed by the Bloody Clothes Hall in any of the major sects in the world. Speaking of the Bloody Clothes Hall,
Anyone who doesn’t talk about it will change his expression.”
"But the position of the Hall Master was given to me. In order for me to be the Hall Master of the Blood Clothes Hall, my senior, Zhang Siyuan, personally executed nearly 600 people in the Blood Clothes Hall!"
Zhang Siyuan? This was the first time Murong Bai heard the name of the legendary and mysterious Blood-clothed Hall Master.
"After he passed away, some of the remaining people began to become restless. Another senior of mine used his only ability to suppress them. But after he also passed away, those people finally stopped.
Under control."
Li Xin'an let out a long sigh, and his thoughts seemed to drift back to that rainy night when he was twelve years old, and the night when Uncle Fu died.
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Twelve-year-old Li Xin'an knelt in front of the bed, holding Uncle Fu's thin hand tightly.
"Uncle Fu, you're fine. The doctor will be here soon. You will definitely get better after taking the medicine!"
Uncle Fu stared straight at the roof and rolled his eyes. He turned his head with difficulty and looked at Li Xin'an who was pressing her lips tightly to prevent herself from crying, but tears were already covering her face. He smiled weakly:
"Young master... I know my old slave's health... I am afraid that I can't... accompany you anymore... I know... I... can't survive tonight..."
There were hot tears in the corners of Fu Bo's eyes, and the tears flowed down his furrowed cheeks with difficulty. He could no longer control his body.
Snot and tears were gushing out in an instant, and the filth in the lower body was also flowing out slowly. Fu Bo closed his eyes in pain, and shouted sternly with the remaining breath of his life:
"Xu Fu! Why didn't you die at the hands of others and grow old like this? It would be such a shame and humiliation!"
"Uncle Fu, you're okay, you won't die!" Li Xin'an cried, looking at the pouring rain outside the door, and there was no shadow of a person in the rain curtain.
"Why the hell isn't the doctor here yet?"
Fu Bo's pupils were already dilated, and his breathing began to become blocked, like a clogged bellows.
Li Xin'an cried heartbreakingly and said that his consciousness had regained a little, and his eyes were glowing again.
This is his flashback.
Uncle Fu coughed up a mouthful of thick black blood and splashed it on his chest, which made him feel better.
"Master..." Fu Bo pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty, revealing a smile that could not be seen as a smile at all.
"Old slave... I'm going..."
"It's a pity...I can't see you...getting married...establishing a career..."
The short-lived look in Fu Bo's eyes gradually dimmed, his voice gradually became quieter, and his heavy breathing eventually became calm.
He just lay there quietly, as if he was asleep.
His two empty eyes were open numbly, and his chest was so calm that no ups and downs could be seen.
Li Xin'an bit her finger to prevent herself from crying.
Next to him is money, money that can keep a person comfortable for a lifetime, but now it cannot save the life of an old man.
Li Xin'an stumbled to his feet and choked out: "Uncle Fu, I'm going to find the doctor, and I'll tie him up!"
The twelve-year-old boy rushed out of the door and ran into the rain.
The cold wind poured in from inside the door, carrying large icy raindrops and hitting the dying old man's body.
Uncle Fu recalled that it was also a rainy day when he first met the master.
The little beggar was beaten and thrown into a dark alley.
He got up dying and walked unsteadily.
He didn't know where he was going. The heavy rain washed away his wounds, and severe pain spread across his body. His messy hair covered his eyes. He didn't know how long he had walked, how far he had walked, and where he had gone.
When the rain eased, he fell into a ditch.
In front of him was a huge manor.
The little beggar used all his strength to crawl forward and reached the door of the house.
When he tried his best and couldn't reach the door, hoping that someone would find him and open the door for him, the door really opened.
The person he followed all his life opened the door for him to survive on a pouring rainy day.
"You have no name or surname, so let's call you Xu Fu. I was reading a book recently and happened to see Xu Fu going to sea to find the elixir of immortality."
"My name is Tao Boshan, and I am your young master."
Seventy years ago, the pink-cheeked Tao Boshan said this.
"Master... Zhang Siyuan... Xu Fu... is here..."
Xu Fu, the leader of the Tiger Hall of the Bloody Clothes Hall and a second-grade high-ranking assassin, died on a rainy night in the second year of Tianbao.
Twelve-year-old Li Xin'an was running in the heavy rain. He wished he could fly there immediately.
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A damn doctor's house.
He stumbled on the street and was thrown away.
Heavy rain poured down on him, and Li Xin'an lay in the water hole, with water running down his face. He couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.
Li Xin'an suddenly punched the bluestone floor hard, again and again, until his fists were dripping with blood.
He couldn't hold it back anymore and burst into tears.
There was a rare thunder in the sky, intertwined with his heart-wrenching cries.
Li Xin'an knew very well that Uncle Fu couldn't survive the night.
He knew that at this time, he should stay by the old man's side so that Uncle Fu could leave without worries.
But he didn't know what he was running from.
When Li Xin'an came back from Yanzhou, everything changed. Wu Xiang died of illness, Zhang Siyuan died of illness, his master and brother were stationed at the border, and he was in Chang'an, leaving only Uncle Fu as a relative.
Li Xin'an once swore that he would never let anyone he cherished leave again.
But how can he interfere with birth, old age, illness and death?
He once regretted that he was not with Wu Xiang and Zhang Siyuan when they died. He originally wanted to stay with Uncle Fu to fulfill his filial piety, but when it was time for Uncle Fu to die, Li Xin'an was afraid again.
He was afraid that if he really saw the old man die, he was afraid that he would really have no one in Chang'an.
Maybe if you can't see it, it won't happen.
Thunder rumbled in the sky, and God seemed to be angry, angry at Li Xin'an's self-deception.
Li Xin'an stood up staggeringly and walked towards the doctor's house that she had made an appointment with earlier.
When one is ugly, it is when one is sleeping soundly.
The doctor was in a daze and seemed to hear a loud noise, as if the door of his house had been kicked open.
He turned over, hugged his wife beside him, and continued to sleep with his head covered.
The wooden stairs, which had been in disrepair for a long time, began to shake slightly and made a harsh creaking sound.
The cool breeze blew his arms exposed outside the quilt, and the doctor opened his eyes in a daze.
Beside the bed, a soaked young man was holding an ax and staring directly at him with green eyes.
The doctor was so frightened that he felt a breath in his heart, his eyes went dark, and he was about to faint.
Li Xin'an pinched the back of his neck and exerted a slight force, and the doctor woke up instantly.
He didn't understand how a child could have such strong hands.
"Follow me."
Those were the last words the lone wolf boy said to him.
This was also the first person Li Xin'an killed out of anger.
Are you ashamed?
Ashamed.
Do you regret it?
No regrets.
After taking care of Uncle Fu's affairs, Li Xin'an was really alone in Chang'an.
He hid his weakness deeply, showing a heartless look.
Heartless, no worries.
Hope so.
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After listening to Li Xin'an's story, Murong Bai was deeply touched.
A person like Li Xin'an had such a difficult past and was struggling alone in Chang'an. Murong Bai could not imagine how he conquered the Blood Clothes Hall without the support of his elders.
"After Uncle Fu passed away, Gao Sanyang, the leader of the Leopard Hall, took the lead in launching an attack. He gathered the entire Leopard Hall and some people from the Eagle Hall and the Tiger Hall, intending to replace me.
"Yang Chong, the master of the Tiger Hall, is on my side, while Chi Wenbiao, the master of the Snake Hall, and Lu Da, the master of the Eagle Hall, are taking a wait-and-see attitude."
"They are not supporting Gao Sanyang, but they are waiting for my attitude."
"They arranged a negotiation. If I lose in the confrontation with Gao Sanyang, it won't be Gao Sanyang who will attack, but Chi Wenbiao and Lu Da."
"Then how did you deal with it?" Murong Bai asked curiously, "Kill them?"
"Of course not. They are all alive and well, and Kosanyo is not dead either."
Li Xin'an smiled and said, "What a coincidence, but three days before the negotiation, the Tang army that was fighting against Tibet quietly returned to the court."
"Few people in the entire imperial court know the secrets of the military, and not even Lu Da can find out."
"But he is also somewhat capable. After we set out for Hongzhou in Gaosanyang, he actually placed spies along the way and deduced that the master was traveling with me. The day before we arrived in Hongzhou City, Lu Da and Chi Wenbiao
The two of them left the city overnight."
"There was only one Gao Sanyang left who didn't know the situation and still thought he had everything under control. The next day, when I appeared in front of him with my master and senior brother, Gao Sanyang's face turned dark."
"Why didn't you kill him?" Murong Bai asked, "Don't you need to establish your authority?"
"The entire Leopard Hall is of the same mind as him. If Gao Sanyang is killed, the Bloody Clothes Hall will be reduced by a quarter."
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A large number of people have lost their source of money, which is a fatal blow to the Blood Clothes Hall."
"So I couldn't kill Gao Sanyang, but he was sensible enough. As soon as he saw my master, he knelt down in tears and begged me not to kill him."
"To show his loyalty, he is willing to take the poisonous elixir of Xueyitang and endure the heartbreaking pain every day at Shen Shi and Chen Shi. His life and death are all determined by my thoughts."
"He cherishes his life and is willing to trade his freedom for his life. But I don't need this method to control the Xueyitang. With the master here, I can say anything."
"I told Gao Sanyang to let him keep things as before, stay in Hongzhou honestly, and take good care of the property of Xueyitang. He will still manage the whole Leopard Hall by himself."
"Master accompanied me to the Eagle Hall in Yangzhou, the Snake Hall in Dengzhou and the Tiger Hall in Luoyang, and killed several people to show the power of the hall master, but the branch hall masters did not touch them."
"From then on, no one dared to have any wrong ideas. They would report all the matters in each branch to me, no matter how big or small, and then implement them."
"What's wrong with this? You are the hall leader, this is what they should do, and this is what you should do."
"But the problem is, I am not a qualified hall master."
Li Xin'an smiled bitterly and said: "After that, the tasks accepted by the Blood Clothes Hall were reduced from an average of one hundred and twenty per month to seventy, then to fifty, and now it is less than fifty."
"The blood-clothed hall disciples' monthly money consists of two parts. One is the share of the bounty collected from the killer missions, and the other is the supply from the Bao Hall. Now that there are fewer killing missions, the Bao Hall's expenses are higher, and each person has increased from three taels of silver to
Five taels. Today, Baotang's losses are getting worse and worse, and it is almost unable to make ends meet."
"I originally thought that the Blood Clothes Hall would kill less people and commit fewer crimes. It would not accept missions for people who are not destined to die. Now I realize how big of a mistake this is for a killer organization."
"They are killers. What they want is murderous intent, the murderous intent to do whatever it takes to complete the task. But now their life is too comfortable and they have become slack.
The murderous aura gradually disappeared in my hands."
"I don't know if I'm doing the right thing. Nowadays, basically no one of the younger generation in the Blood Clothes Hall wants to be a killer. On the contrary, they are more yearning for a world of gratification and revenge."
Li Xin'an twitched the corners of his lips and said bitterly: "Just like me back then."
"Is there anything wrong with this?" Murong Bai asked, "What's wrong with transforming from a killer organization into an upright martial arts sect?"
"Of course not!"
Li Xin'an said melancholy: "Bai Mumu, you don't know the past of Xueyitang."
"Xueyitang entered the palace twice and assassinated Emperor Taizong and the Wu family."
Murong Bai was stunned, and the tea cup in his hand fell to the ground uncontrollably.
"real?"
Li Xin'an nodded indifferently.
"So, there are only three ways for the existence of Xueyitang. Continue to survive in this capacity, and find a sufficient backer for yourself just like Li Linfu."
"Or...waiting for someone to replace Tang Dynasty."
"There is no other way."
Murong Bai pondered for a long time and sighed slowly: "What do you want to do?"
"I had a plan."
Li Xin'an smiled and said: "After the age of thirty, the throne will be passed to Chi Wenbiao."
"Master of Snake Hall?"
"Yes, no one is more suitable than him."
"But why do you have to wait until you are thirty?" Murong Bai was puzzled, "Since you don't want to be the hall master anymore, why not resign now and follow me back to Murong Villa, or go wherever you want to go, wouldn't it be worse?
good?"
It sounds weird... Li Xin'an said: "Not now, His Highness and I have made an agreement to stay by his side until the day when Yang Guozhong falls and His Highness the Crown Prince ascends the throne."
"Then he left Chang'an before he died, changed his name, and traveled around the world."
"Ha... I really hope that day comes soon."
"Brother Li." Murong Bai couldn't help but say, "Have you ever thought about what you will gain if you leave Chang'an even if that day does come?"
"You have spent more than ten years without getting anything in return. Don't you think...it's not worth it?"
"Isn't it worth it? I don't think so."
"Over the years, I have killed corrupt officials, punished bullies, saved lives, been on the battlefield, and defended the Tang Dynasty."
"We solved the case of immortality Gu and avenged thousands of children."
"We are about to uncover more cases and save more people."
Li Xin'an shrugged, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will be a good emperor, and His Highness Li Chu will also be a good emperor. The future of the Tang Dynasty is bright and bright, and I have played a part in it."
Li Xin'an stared closely into Murong Bai's eyes and said in a deep voice:
"Our names may be forgotten, but how can we leave only our names in history? What we do is only for a clear conscience and peace of mind."