Chapter 16 Assassination

Chapter 16 Assassination

Chapter 16 Assassination
The second quarter of the evening, which is around 7:30 p.m.

Ping'an Inn, Room A-3.

This is the best inn room in Pingding City.

There is no need to mention calligraphy and paintings, screens, porcelain, valuable furniture, and the four treasures of the study.

The bathroom that supplies hot water all day long made Zhang Yu sigh that the ancients were no worse than later generations in their pursuit of enjoyment. On the contrary, due to limited technical conditions, they were particularly ingenious.

The ceramic bathtub was steaming, with four herbal bags floating on the water, emitting a light and elegant fragrance.

Water splashed everywhere. Zhang Yu stood up from the tub and wiped the water off with a bath towel, washing away all the fatigue and dirt from the past few days.

In the bronze mirror.

The young man changed into a black robe, tied a silver-buckle belt, and wore deerskin boots. He was seven parts handsome and three parts heroic. He smiled. Compared with his previous life, this body was not only young and healthy, but also more handsome!

"When traveling in the martial arts world, appearance is also an asset. In this life... I have plenty of it!"

This set of brocade robe was sent by Qi Queqiao, and the two of them were about the same size. After putting on the new clothes, his temperament became more chic and extraordinary, unlike ordinary disciples. It was not wrong for him to say that he was Wu Lianjiang's disciple. He taught him martial arts and entrusted his family to him before his death. He was nameless but real.

Zhang Yu was not seeking fame, but this identity was a ladder that allowed him to interact with higher-ups in the church.

In the Sun and Moon Sect, it is difficult for at least an ordinary deputy flag master to be on good terms with the incense master.

"Is Brother Zhang here?" Qi Queqiao's voice came from outside the room.

Zhang Yu opened the door: "Master Qi Xiang."

"Oh, there's no need to be so distant. We can just call each other brothers." Qi Queqiao was holding a jar of fine wine and a booklet in his hands.

"Brother Qi, what is this booklet?"

"The Master's Treasures, take a good look at them, they are full of wise sayings."

Qi Queqiao stuffed the booklet to Zhang Yu. He was already a little drunk, still holding the jar of wine in his hand, and said with a smile: "I asked you to go to Qianhonglou to drink wine, but you didn't go, so I had to bring wine to find you. But brother, if you go to Qianhonglou, with your character and appearance, wouldn't the courtesan Shen welcome you with open shoes? She will look down on me even more."

The people of Qi Queqiao are as their name suggests, they are good at music and speech.

The two men sat down at the table, broke the seal, and the aroma of wine immediately filled the room.

Zhang Yu filled two glasses of wine and said with a smile: "With Brother Qi's status, is there any woman in Pingding City who would not be polite to you?"

Qi Queqiao sighed: "Qianhonglou is Shangguan Yun's property, and Madam Shen... Let's not talk about this anymore, drink, drink."

Shangguan Yun is in charge of the White Tiger Hall and is known as the "Eagle Knight" in the martial arts world. Among the twelve hall masters, his light-weight skills are comparable to those of Wu Lianjiang, the "Flying Cloud Divine Ape". He is a very good person and, like Tong Baixiong, he is one of the ten elders in the sect and has a high status.

The two of them drank seven or eight cups each and talked a lot.

At this time, Qi Queqiao whispered, "The Purple Cloud Guards have captured the remaining disciples of the Yunshui Hall and are torturing them severely on the Black Wood Cliff. They must prove that Hall Master Wu is in collusion with the Five Mountains Sword Sect and betraying the Divine Religion. You will have to worry about us when we go to the Black Wood Cliff tomorrow."

When Wu Lianjiang was ordered to attack Hengshan, he took away almost all the elite disciples and only left twenty or thirty people in Yunshuitang. These people were the only remaining spark of fire in Yunshuitang.

Zhang Yu took the wine glass, raised his head and drank it, looking angry: "Brother Qi, does the leader know that Yang Lianting did this?"

Qi Queqiao said softly, "It's hard to say. It's hard to say. The leader has rarely appeared in the past few years, and there are many rumors outside. But Chief Steward Yang's martial arts skills are low. Although those Purple Cloud Guards were promoted by him, they are even more loyal to the leader. They should not be able to do anything to the leader."

"Yang Lianting, aren't you afraid that the brothers in the church will be disappointed by doing this?"

Qi Queqiao put down his wine glass and let out a long sigh.

"Brother Zhang, this is not the only disappointing thing. In the first five years after Dongfang Sect Leader ascended the throne, how powerful was our Sun Moon Sect?"

"There are twelve halls, many masters, and nearly 30,000 followers. The affiliated gangs that submit to my sect extend from the north to the border, from Yunnan in the south, to the west to the Western Regions, and even to the east to Japan's ninja schools. How glorious and brilliant is this?"

"But what about now? With the destruction of Yunshui Hall, plus the previous ones, there are only six halls left: Law Enforcement, Wind and Thunder, White Tiger, Azure Dragon, Black Tortoise, and Feifeng."

Zhang Yu asked: "Why is this so?"

Qi Queqiao seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just drank one cup after another, and as he got more drunk, he babbled, "It's hard to say... it's hard to say. No one can explain it clearly. I don't want to understand it either. I can live one day at a time, just drink one day and see Madam Shen one day. Brother Zhang, you are... a man of affection. I only advise you to be open-minded and don't get stuck in a dead end."

Most of the pot of wine went into Qi Queqiao's stomach. He looked very drunk, and when he stood up to say goodbye, his steps were still steady.

"Brother Jiang...Song, I'll live next door to you. I'll continue drinking tomorrow...tomorrow."

Zhang Yu bid farewell to Qi Queqiao, closed the doors and windows, blew out other candles in the room, leaving only the silver candlestick on the bedside, with a faint flame that never went out.

He sat cross-legged on the bed and practiced internal skills.

"Twelve meridians and eight extraordinary meridians circulate up and down..."

With the help of the green jade ring, the internal force quickly circulated in the body and finally flowed into the "golden pool". In a short period of time, it made rapid progress.

The pool went from being dry to having a thin layer of mist, and the internal energy was slightly more abundant.

The purple gold lotus seed also showed some signs of life.

Thinking back to that day in the Pingyang City Arena, I had very little capital, and the last time I stabbed Fan Zhutian with that sword, I consumed 60% to 70% of my internal energy. Now that I have more copper coins in my pocket, I still have the fear of insufficient internal energy.

Zhang Yu knew that he had started late, and even with the green jade ring, he still needed to work harder. Three years later, with the fight for the "Sword Manual of Exorcism" as the prelude, the conflicts between the righteous and the evil, between the righteous and the evil, and between the evil, were completely intensified, and the martial arts world was completely plunged into a bloody storm.

In order to avoid being drowned in the blood and to have enough energy to save the people he cared about, he could only practice his skills desperately.

"It would be best if we could get a martial arts skill like 'Star Absorbing Technique'."

"In Plum Manor, not to mention the experts secretly arranged by Dongfang Bubai, even the four friends of 'Qin, Qi, Shu and Hua' are all highly skilled in martial arts. Besides, Ren Woxing has a domineering and weird personality. Even if I rescue him, he may not teach me his 'Star Absorbing Technique'."

Three top martial arts manuals.

"Nine Swords of Dugu" is in Feng Qingyang's hands. It was prepared for their Huashan Sect disciple Linghu Chong. It has extremely high requirements for qualifications. If you touch it yourself, you will die!
"As for things like the Lin family's old house in Xiangyang Lane, Fuzhou, to be honest, it is the easiest to obtain and the fastest to practice. It is simply a cheat. If you are determined and cut off the root of your troubles..."

Zhang Yu quickly shook his head to get rid of this terrible thought.

"Don't even think about it! You have to grab both the kingdom and the beauty with both hands, and both hands must be strong!"

Zhang Yu relied on the green jade ring to easily put aside all distracting thoughts, his mind was clear, and he entered the best state of practice in a second.

Red oil dripped onto the silver candlestick, and the candle gradually shrank.

At two quarters past the hour of Xu, the room fell into complete darkness.

The window screen was pierced from the outside, and a thin bamboo tube extended from the outside.

A cloud of smoke gushed out from the bamboo tube.

The bamboo tube was pulled out and the window hole was blocked again.

After a while, the whole room was covered with smoke. The window was pried open from the outside, and a figure climbed in from the outside. The whole process was extremely smooth and there was almost no noticeable sound.

The man walked to the bed, turned his wrist, and stabbed out with a black-painted steel sword.

The sword pierced through the bedding but not the flesh, so it must be the pillow.

This is the scene that only appears when an assassin has a nightmare.

not good! "

The assassin quickly drew his sword to block, but felt a sharp pain in his back. His waist was stabbed twice in a row. Then, in the darkness, someone kicked his sword away accurately.

"How is that possible? He can see at night."

The assassin fell to the ground, and the man pressed a sharp weapon against his neck, his voice cold.

"Who sent you?"

"I really didn't expect that you are still not asleep so late..." The assassin smiled bitterly, and the blood flowing from his lower back quickly soaked the carpet under him.

"Don't tell me? If you don't tell me, you will die."

The man smiled, his lips moved slightly, black blood slid down the corners of his mouth, and he died instantly.

Zhang Yu sighed and lit the candles in the room.

Don't think about resting tonight.

"Brother Zhang, are you okay? I heard a fighting sound inside?" Qi Queqiao's voice sounded outside the door.

The door opens.

Qi Queqiao walked into the room and quickly covered his nose.

"How many people have been addicted to this? The drug is so powerful!"

He saw a dead body lying on the ground, with his face covered in black clothes, and blood still flowing from his back.

A blood-stained silver candlestick fell to the ground.

There was no damage to other furnishings in the room, so it was obvious that this well-trained assassin was easily dealt with.

Qi Queqiao gave a thumbs up: "Brother Zhang is really good at fighting."

"Nothing. I stayed up late and he had bad luck."

Zhang Yu wiped the blood off his hands and walked to the body. He saw Qi Queqiao pulling down the masked man's face scarf.

"Why, Brother Qi knows him?"

"I have some impression of him... Isn't this the pimp from Qianhonglou? I seem to have seen him a few times when I was drinking wine."

Zhang Yu looked at Qi Queqiao and asked, "Could it be Shangguan Yun's men?"

Qi Queqiao smiled and shook his head, saying, "Qianhonglou is a mixed bag of people, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell."

(End of this chapter)