Summary of the previous chapter: After taking care of Guan Yu, Zhuge Liang and others, Ma Xiaoquan did not stay much in Xinye. After bidding farewell to Liu Bei, Ma Xiaoquan originally decided to go back to Xiangyang for a visit before making plans, but because of the book Zhuge Liang gave Ma Xiaoquan, he changed
Understood Ma Xiaoquan’s original intention...
Xiangyang, Mao family mansion.
Mao Gang sat upright in the main hall, his face looking very ugly.
"Trash, all fucking trash, you can't even kill two people, trash..."
Beside Mao Gang, Ding Yiyi stood quietly without saying a word.
Mao Gang glanced at Ding Yi and complained: "Ding Yi, didn't you say that Mr. Lu's people are very capable? Now, not only have they all been burned to death by the demon, I also have to pay a large sum of money to Mr. Lu
money......"
Ding Yi rolled his eyes, stepped forward, raised his hands and said respectfully: "Master, calm down, master, calm down... Master, you should also know that the magical power of the demon, if not other things, is directed at his fire control."
It is already very difficult to deal with immortality. Moreover, master, most of your current skills and kung fu are from the demon Taoism... Master is now a top-notch master in the world, so as master’s former teacher
..."
"Huh?" Mao Gang raised his eyes and glanced at Ding Yiyi, his face showing displeasure.
Ding Yi quickly changed his words: "Master, I believe that if we only send one person to kill him, we will never succeed..."
Mao Gang nodded and suppressed his anger: "Then what do you mean?"
Ding Yi said: "Master, since Lu Xian has his own assassination subordinates, then master can also train a group of your own subordinates specifically for assassination... If it doesn't work once, come twice, twice."
If it doesn't work one time, come three times until you kill the demon..."
"Okay!" Mao Gang's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Dingyi, Dingyi, what you said just touched my heart, haha..."
Ding Yi smiled slightly and said respectfully: "Ding Yi is not talented, he just repeats the master's meaning. The smartest one should be the master!"
Ding Yi's flattery was very sweet, and Mao Gang was very pleased with it.
Mao Gang stepped forward, patted Ding Yi on the shoulder, nodded and said: "Okay, when it comes to forming my assassination department, you will help me select the personnel. Remember, I need them to be loyal and loyal to me.
Absolute loyalty!"
Ding Yi thought for a while and suggested: "Master, what are the specific requirements for a loyal assassination subordinate?"
Mao Gang grunted, thought for a moment, and said: "Cut out all their tongues... Hmm, I'm most at ease with those who can't speak!"
Ding Yi's heart tightened and he thought: How cruel.
After thinking about it, Ding Yi still responded to Mao Gang very respectfully: "Yes!"
Mao Gang laughed: "By the way, I have to do the training in person. Ding Yi, you just choose the people. Also, I am thinking about whether to deal with the demon after training."
Can your family try it out and see if it works?"
Ding Yiyi heard this and felt bad, so he quickly stopped him and said, "Master, please be patient. It takes time to train a group of killers. Besides, there is still someone in the demon's family. This person may be extremely difficult to deal with."
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Mao Gang chuckled: "You mean Diplodocus, right? It's easy to say. Although Diplodocus is brave, he only has one person. I don't believe that he alone can deal with my ANBU?"
The assassination genus has not yet been officially established, but Mao Gang has already given it a name.
"Hmm ANBU? That sounds pretty good. Okay, my assassination attribute will be called ANBU from now on! Ding Yi, go get ready."
Ding Yi bowed his body respectfully, cupped his hands and said, "Yes!"
Back in his bedroom, Ding Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Huh!" Ding Yi took a long breath and thought to himself: Compared with his original master, Mao Gang's character is far inferior... Moreover, he is ruthless and has no mercy at all...
..It seems that there is no turning back for me, Ding Yi...Original owner, please pay attention, the current Mao Gang is not the good disciple you knew...
...
"Sneeze" Ma Xiaoquan rubbed his nose and murmured, "What's wrong today? Just sneezing?"
Beside him, Ma Yu answered: "Master, is someone talking about you?"
Ma Xiaoquan raised his eyebrows: "Talk about me? It's possible, it's probably the women at home who are talking about me, haha..."
Ma Yun said: "Master, you have several beautiful wives. Can you tell me and Ma Yu how you married them?"
When it comes to women, Ma Xiaoquan is particularly enthusiastic.
There's nothing I can do about it, Ma Xiaoquan's wives are more beautiful than each other.
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled: "Who do you want to listen to?"
Ma Yun said: "Madam, madam, madam is the most beautiful and elegant."
Ma Xiaoquan nodded and asked Ma Yu: "What about you, who do you want to know?"
Ma Yu thought for a moment: "I want to know how the master and Mrs. Ling'er got to know each other."
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled, patted his chest and said, "No problem, come on, stop the carriage for a while, let's take a rest here, and I will tell you something!"
The two of them were overjoyed when they heard this, and hurriedly parked the carriage under a big tree, then turned around and looked forward to it eagerly.
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled and recounted the process of getting to know Hua Yuexin and him.
Storytelling and the actual process are two different things. When Ma Xiaoquan told the story, he made up everything except what he thought was unimportant.
In his left eye, Yuan also listened with great interest and even clicked his tongue from time to time.
"... So, why does your mistress love me so much now? Ah? It's because of this reason. So, you two idiots, if you want to win the heart of a woman, you have to ang.
Comics, do you understand? I want Anger comics."
When talking about the last "ang comic", Ma Xiaoquan deliberately pronounced the word "ang" in a curled tongue, which made Ma Yun and Ma Yu extremely painful.
"Okay, that's all for today. I'm a little hungry. Let's find a place to eat first!"
The two brothers, Ma Yun and Ma Yu, felt a little regretful, but they immediately felt relieved thinking that they would always be by their master's side from now on.
Ma Yun got on the carriage, picked up the riding whip in his hand, and asked Ma Yu if he wanted to ride with him. Ma Yu nodded and took the other riding whip from Ma Yun...
As the sun sets in the west, looking from a distance, the western mountain side seems to be dyed red with blood. Occasionally, there are a little bit of lighter color. As the sun gradually sets, it finally becomes blood red.
Ma Xiaoquan opened his mouth and yawned, stretched his body, raised his head and looked at the sky.
"Oh, it's evening? Well." Ma Xiaoquan arched his body, opened the carriage window, and said to Ma Yun and Ma Yu who were driving: "You two, come in and have a rest. I will switch shifts with you?"
Ma Yun and Ma Yu looked at each other and instantly reached a tacit understanding.
Ma Yun said: "Then let me take a rest first!"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded and jumped off the carriage...
Sitting in the driving seat of the carriage, Ma Xiaoquan couldn't help but hum a little tune.
Ma Yu listened curiously and asked Ma Xiaoquan what song he was humming. Ma Xiaoquan replied: "Songs from the Immortal Realm"
In his left eye, Yuan suddenly heard: "It's nonsense, it's obviously not new."
Ma Xiaoquan: "..."
Late at night, Ma Xiaoquan and his party finally arrived at a small town.
This city is called Fancheng, and it is not too far from Xiangyang. Of course, if we look at it in the late Han Dynasty, even a distance of twenty miles would not be easy.
Ma Xiaoquan drove a carriage into Fancheng and found an inn, where the three of them settled down temporarily.
Since it was already late at night and all the cooks in the inn were asleep, the shopkeeper took out a few large sesame cakes and handed them to Ma Xiaoquan and the others.
"Sir, the cooks in the small shop have gone to bed. That's all for now. How about you just make do with it?"
Ma Xiaoquan took the sesame seed cake with a smile and handed the shopkeeper a big coin: "The shopkeeper is too polite. We can't eat much even though it's late at night. Do you have a guest room?"
The shopkeeper nodded: "Yes, yes, I will arrange it for you right now!"
After saying that, the shopkeeper bowed his body and retreated.
The Ma brothers looked at the shopkeeper's disappearing back, nodded and said in unison: "Master, does the shopkeeper look pretty good?"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded: "Well, the people in Jingzhou are very hospitable, haha..."
...
In a darkroom of the inn, the shopkeeper changed his servant appearance. He puffed up his chest and secretly glanced outside the darkroom a few times to make sure no one was following. Then he slowly looked out of the darkroom's side wall.
He took out a calligraphy and painting from the dark compartment.
The shopkeeper carefully opened the calligraphy and painting, touched the black and drew a few strokes on the calligraphy and painting, then blew on it, and when the ink was almost dry, the shopkeeper rolled up the calligraphy and painting and put it back to its original place.
After finishing, the shopkeeper sneaked out of the darkroom and walked towards the guest room.
As soon as the shopkeeper left, he saw a dark shadow flash.
There was a soft "creak" sound, and the darkroom door opened a crack, and then was quickly closed from the inside.
It was pitch dark in the darkroom, and nothing could be seen, but this dark figure crouched down, approached the side wall, reached out and pressed, and found out where the hidden compartment was.
Then, Heiying carefully took out the calligraphy and painting that the shopkeeper had just written on from the hidden compartment.
"Huhu" was heard twice, and the black shadow blew the fire stick.
"Hmm." Using the light of Huozhezi, Heiying carefully looked at the words on the calligraphy and painting, and nodded with satisfaction.
The process of reading calligraphy and painting is actually very short, which is the time for a person to urinate. After Heiying read the words on the calligraphy and painting, he no longer stayed. He carefully put the calligraphy and painting back to the original place, hunched over, flashed out of the darkroom, and then