Uncle Liu frowned, and he was really a little upset, because recently the people from the sects in Jiangnan were spreading rumors that the foreign sects from the Western Regions, the Lu Jiao, were coming to Huatan Temple.
This was a big interference for him to find Ji Ruge. He had seen the mission Ji Ruge took on on the seventh floor.
Most of the people Ji Ruge wanted to kill were gathered at Huatan Temple at this time. Once the people from the Lu Sect arrived, Huatan Temple became even more chaotic.
The killer never chooses a crowded place to kill. He originally wanted to catch a good fish.
Extra: When people from the Lu Sect came to Jiangnan to interfere, they would do nothing better than throw a handful of rocks at the place where he was fishing, which would probably scare away the big fish.
Xiaoyu rested her head on her hands, smelling the aroma of wine coming from Uncle Liu's drink next to her.
The wine tastes very good and the wine is good.
Very fragrant and rich.
He doesn't like drinking. Although it can strengthen his courage and calm his nerves, it always reminds him of the fear in his heart when he killed someone for the first time.
The first time he drank was because he had killed someone and was very nervous.
The master told him that drinking alcohol could calm his nerves, so he drank a few big sips, but the taste was not good, and it was slightly spicy and heart-burning.
The stronger the wine, the more so.
Every time before he goes to kill someone, he likes to drink strong alcohol because the aroma of the alcohol in his mouth and nose can always overwhelm the fishy smell after killing someone.
Remember that year.
The old man took Xiaoyu on his way to Liangzhou.
Winter, snowy and cold night.
In the Chenghuang Temple in a rural town, only a few days ago some people worshiped the god and made wishes.
The Chenghuang Temple is located on the edge of the town. There are not many houses around it. The wind and snow are heavy, so Xiaoyu and the old man pass by here in a hurry.
They had come all the way begging for food, but when winter came and the cold hit, the tattered cotton-padded jackets they wore were peeled off from the bodies of the dead in the desolate place.
In a rural town, if you have no money to eat, the City God Temple is a good choice.
There are sacrificial fruit tributes in the temple, which are not meaty but can satisfy hunger.
The curtain wrapped around the City God could barely withstand the cold snowy night.
When the old man was sleeping soundly with Xiaoyu in his arms and wrapped in a piece of coarse cloth, the sound of fighting woke them up.
Xiaoyu opened his eyes and wanted to speak, but found that the old man's hand had tightly covered his mouth.
He and the old man hid under the stone platform behind the clay sculpture of the City God, leaning against the stone platform behind the City God.
Swords clashed, and the sound of fighting in the temple was very clear.
The old man covered Xiao Yu's mouth and kept silent himself, leaning against the stone platform and not daring to move.
No one knew who the two people were fighting outside, and the old man didn't want to expose his body in the City God's Temple with Xiao Yu.
"Old guy, that's all you have? You still want to kill me!! You're looking for death!" A man with a rough voice cursed.
After a fierce fight, an old man in robe was kicked to the corner diagonally between the old man and Xiao Yu.
This old man is the master.
It was here that the old man and Xiao Yu met Master for the first time.
At that time, Seven-Floor had not yet risen to prominence, and his master was still a third-rate killer.
Master accepted a mission from a local bully on the seventh floor. Master failed, but the bully chased him to the City God's Temple.
The old man and Xiao Yu watched the old man being kicked into the corner, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
When the old man saw the two of them, his eyes flickered, and he pretended not to see them. He raised the sword in his hand on the ground and rushed out again.
The old man didn't want to hurt them at that time, so he rushed out to fight with the guy.
After the old man was stabbed several times, his sword was shaken off by the sword, flew out, and landed on the curtain that the old man was wrapped in. The old man shrank his legs in fright.
There were traces of blood on the sword that was shining brightly on the ground, and Xiao Yu was trembling with fear.
A three-foot-long sword was slashed down, and the old man was forced to retreat to the corner again. Covered in blood, he caught the blade of the man's knife with both hands and tried his best to hold up the sword that was about to cut into his flesh.
"Come on, don't stay here!" the old man shouted to the old man and Xiao Yu.
At this time, Xiao Yu saw clearly the appearance of the man. He had a strong back and a strong waist, a round black face and a short beard, like a standing wild boar.
The old man grabbed Xiao Yu and ran away, not wanting to provoke these two people.
The black man kicked the old man's hand and right calf again, and with a click, the master's calf was broken.
The old man was about to run away from the other side with Xiaoyu, but the black man opened his long knife and rushed forward, intending to kill the two of them indiscriminately.
There were several bloody wounds on the old man's palm, and he shouted to the two people who ran away: "Be careful!"
Hearing this, the old man turned around and saw a bloody sword coming toward his face.
The old man pushed Xiao Yu away and fell against the wall. The black man's sword missed but he didn't react quickly. Judging from the stabbing wounds on his arms, he should have gotten a few scars.
"Haha, you two stinky beggars." The black man glared at the old man and raised his knife to chop him down.
Seeing that his arm was injured, the old man used the knife to hold it with his teeth. When he missed with the knife, the old man rushed forward, grabbed his right hand, and used his hands and feet to hold his hands and feet tightly to prevent him from swinging the knife to kill anyone again.
The black guy had a vicious temperament and wanted to kill two bystanders for no reason.
The old man's hand clutched his wound tightly, gripping it hard, causing him severe pain, hoping to get rid of the long knife in his hand.
As expected, the black guy was in pain. The knife fell to the ground, but the old man still held on to his wound. He freed his left hand and punched the old man one after another.
"Old guy, I'll beat you to death." The black guy came up in a frenzy, and the old man's back was hit repeatedly.
"Xiao Yu, run." The old man was beaten until his mouth was full of blood. He looked at Xiao Yu and told him to run.
The black guy was held tightly by the old man. He didn't care about Xiao Yu and wanted to beat the old man to death with one punch.
Hearing this, Xiao Yu ran to the front of the City God. After taking a few steps, he stopped again.
The old man is his only support. He can't run away, and he can't watch the old man die.
At this time, there was a clay sculpture of the City God between Hei Si and Xiao Yu. Xiao Yu could see the old man with a broken leg lying in the corner here, with the sword still stuck on the ground.
The long sword was shining brightly. He gritted his teeth, grabbed the long sword with two small hands, walked around in a circle, and walked past the City God.
Hei Si's back was turned to him, and the old man Hei Si was in high spirits. He saw Xiao Yu running away from the clay sculpture, but he never thought that Xiao Yu would pull out the sword on the ground and run back from the other side.
Xiao Yu used all her strength and thrust a sword into the black man's vest. The strength was not enough and the sword failed to penetrate his body, but it was enough to kill the man.
The black man breathed out in surprise, and the old man collapsed on the ground.
The old man on the side took a breath after seeing the black man being killed. He slowly took out a wine gourd from his waist and drank a few gulps.
Xiao Yu stood there shivering. The old man looked at Xiao Yu and said, "Little one, come on, take a sip to calm down the shock." The old man closed the wine gourd in his hand and threw it at Xiao Yu's feet.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yu gingerly picked up the wine gourd and took a gulp, almost choking to tears.
This was the first time he drank alcohol. The taste was slightly spicy and heart-burning, and the memory was very profound.
Later, the old man with a broken foot became Xiaoyu's master.
The master took the old man and Xiaoyu to Hejia Village in Daguishan.
...
"Brother, pack up, it's time to go to bed." Uncle Liu looked at Xiao Yu who was in a state of confusion.
Xiao Yu came to her senses, stood up, and staggered to help Uncle Liu, who was snoring loudly, back to the room.
When he came out again, Uncle Liu had gone back to his room to sleep, leaving only a table full of messy cups and plates waiting for Xiao Yu.
