At noon that day, Xu Bing was sitting in the yard relaxing and sipping tea. The spring sunshine was warm. She was leaning on a comfortable Taishi chair. Just as she closed her eyes, she suddenly felt a chill coming from behind her.
It was an invisible murderous aura.
Xu Bing's martial arts can definitely be regarded as a first-rate master in the world, but at this moment she did not dare to look back or even move. She felt a pair of eyes staring closely at her back.
Suddenly, the murderous aura behind him suddenly disappeared.
Xu Bing slowly turned around.
I saw a man in white standing quietly in the yard, a man in white wearing a mask.
The mask on the face of the man in white was pale and dazzling in the sun.
A white mask with no expression.
The voice of the man in white was also devoid of any emotion.
"I want you to forge thirteen flying knives for me. Come and pick them up tomorrow. This is the reward." The masked man in white spoke very slowly, as if every word had been carefully thought out.
He did not look at Xu Bing. He kept looking at the white clouds in the sky. It seemed that Miss Xu, who was recognized as a great beauty in the world, was not as good as a wisp of white clouds in the sky in his eyes.
The tone of his speech was not that of discussing with Xu Bing, but like a superior monarch giving a simple order to his subordinates.
The masked man in white clothes puts his hands behind his back, looking leisurely and independent. Xu Bing felt that the man in white could kill him with a casual sword, but he didn't have any weapon in his hand.
Without seeing what he did, there was a money bag on the table in front of Xu Bing. The bag fell on the table without making much noise. Obviously, it was not gold, silver or jewelry.
"This is a banknote of 130,000 taels from Shanxi Datong Bank. A knife is 10,000 taels, enough to pick up the goods tomorrow." The voice of the masked man in white was as cold as a ghost.
Xu Bing had come back to her senses. She stared at the mask in white and asked slowly: "Your Excellency is willing to pay such a high price. I wonder what kind of knives you need to cast thirteen?"
"Xiao Li's flying knife!" The masked man in white said every word.
"I know that your Xu family once made knives for Li Xunhuan. I want you to make thirteen flying knives exactly like Li Xunhuan. I will come back to get them tomorrow at this time." After saying this, the masked man in white flew up and jumped high. After passing the courtyard wall, it seems to disappear among the white clouds.
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Xu Bing slowly recounted the scene when the masked man in white came to her to forge a knife. Even though it had been a long time, she still had a look of fear on her face when she spoke.
Xiao Ding has been listening to Xu Bing's narration silently, with no obvious changes on his face.
"So you can only cast thirteen flying knives for him and wait for him to come back to pick them up the next day." Xiao Ding said with a faint smile.
"Yes, I can only forge the knife obediently according to his request, because I don't want to die in his hands yet." Xu Bing also replied lightly.
Xiao Ding didn't mean to laugh at Xu Bing, and Xu Bing didn't mean to be shy.
"His martial arts are really that terrible?" Xiao Ding looked at Xu Bing.
Xu Bing thought for a while, looked at Xiao Ding, and said slowly: "Xiao Li's flying knife can also scare people, and I can't avoid it either, but I'm not afraid of you."
Xiao Ding already understood what Xu Bing meant.
Xiao Li's flying knives, if used in vain, will naturally create fear in the opponent's psychology. However, although Xiao Li's flying knives have killed countless people, they have never killed anyone indiscriminately or by mistake. If there are enemies that must be killed, Xiao Li's flying knife will never take action easily. Li Xunhuan is like this, Ye Kai is like this, and Xiao Ding is like this. It seems that this is a truth known to the world.
Therefore, Xiao Li's flying knives will only make evil people afraid, but good people understand that the world will be safer if there are more Xiao Li's flying knives.
The reason why Xu Bing is frightened by the man in white mask is of course because of his unfathomable martial arts, but also because of the feeling he gives others, which is something innate.
Xu Bing had never seen a man in a white mask before, nor had she heard of such a person, but she firmly believed that killing someone like him would be as simple as squeezing an ant to death.
There is a kind of people in this world who regard human life as nothing, whether it is other people's life or their own life.
Xiao Ding once heard his master talk about this kind of person, and Jing Wuming is this kind of person.
But now, this man in white mask is undoubtedly the same person as Jing Wuming.
They ignore life, but respect swordsmanship and martial arts all their lives. Such people are all peerless masters.
Xiao Ding sighed and said with a wry smile: "It seems that you don't know more than I do."
Xu Bing smiled and said: "I said before, I don't know much. Seeing how anxious you are, could it be that he is using the name of Xiao Li Feidao to do evil everywhere in the world?"
Xiao Ding nodded, shook his head again, paused, and briefly talked about several major events he had recently encountered in the world.
From the disappearance of the bodyguard Yin from the Changqing Escort Agency to the mysterious disappearance of the Thirteen Taibos, to the assassination of Mr. Qiu Xiaohou, and to those Japanese assassins who died under Xiao Li’s flying knives, and even to the meeting of Sikong Zhaiyue and Yuanxiao at the West Lake on the night of Lantern Festival to Bai Yunfei, and then the scene of the three of them gambling and drinking.
Xu Bing had been listening quietly. Suddenly, she seemed to think of something. She stared at Xiao Ding closely and said slowly: "I finally found that I know one thing more than you."
"Oh, what?" Xiao Ding's eyes lit up.
"The man in the white mask is not very old, maybe about the same age as you at most." Xu Bing looked proud.
Xiao Ding curled his lips and sneered: "I thought it was some important clue, you are really good at making people happy."
No wonder he sneered. There were countless people of his age who liked to wear white. If you wanted to check them one by one, you would have to find the Year of the Monkey and the Moon of the Horse.
Xu Bing still looked serious, not joking.
She stared at Xiao Ding and sighed: "As the saying goes, the authorities are obsessed with it, it turns out that there is some truth in it. I didn't expect that you are also an idiot, and you are no different from most idiots. At most, you are an idiot who can drink."
Xiao Ding knew that there was something behind her words, so he was not in a hurry to ask. In this regard, he had gradually learned the lesson.
If a woman wants to tell you something, you must not ask her any questions. The more impatient you are, the less likely they will say it directly. Instead, they will ask other questions in a roundabout way, just to keep her in the right place. In front of men, they show that they don't understand everything. They will take the opportunity to let men understand that sometimes they understand no less than men.
But if you hold back and don't ask, they will hold back first and then tell you everything they know.
It seems that all women have this problem.
Xu Bing is also a woman, and she is also a beautiful woman. How can she be an exception?
Which woman doesn't want to behave better in front of the man she likes?
Sure enough, when Xiao Ding didn't speak, Xu Bing snorted softly in his nostrils and continued: "Of course there are many young men in the world who like to wear white clothes, but those with high martial arts skills are as scary as the masked man in white clothes. It would be too much, right?"
Not only is it right, it is so right.
In his twenties, he likes to wear white clothes and has excellent martial arts skills, but his scope has become smaller and smaller.
Xiao Ding sighed deliberately: "But this range is still like finding a needle in a haystack."
Xu Bing sneered and said: "You are still not convinced if you stay here. You have already become a peerless master at a young age. There are only a few possibilities."
"What are the possibilities?" In fact, Xiao Ding just didn't turn around for a while. At this time, after hearing her, he already understood what she meant. He pretended not to understand anything, but he just wanted to know Xu Bing. No matter how smart she is, it's possible that she can tell some things that she can't see through.
A person's thoughts will often fall into a dead end with no way back at some point, just like getting into a bull's horn, getting narrower and narrower.
Sometimes, someone's casual words or actions can open up a person who is stuck in a thinking alley.
"Young masters, either from famous masters or from family backgrounds. No matter how good your qualifications and talents are, if there is no one to train you, how can you develop a world-shattering martial arts at such a young age?" Xu Bing shook his head proudly.
Xiao Ding pretended to be suddenly enlightened and praised: "It makes sense, it makes sense. Listening to your words is better than ten years of reading. Thank you for your advice."
Xu Bing smiled and said: "It's easy to talk, and you've already met a young master like this, right? Why don't you check him out first?"
"Huh? You mean Bai Yunfei?" Xiao Ding said with a smile.
"What's so funny about this? Let me ask you, when you first met Bai Yunfei, was he also wearing white clothes?"
"Yes, but he is not a masked person."
"The mask can be taken off. Who do you see wearing a mask on a date with his lover? Let me ask you, is Bai Yunfei considered a top expert?"
Xiao Ding thought for a while and said: "Of course he is a top expert, but..."
Xu Bing interrupted him and said: "He likes to wear white clothes and is a peerless master. There are two suspicious things that are not worthy of your investigation?"
Looking at Xu Bing's shining eyes, Xiao Ding was speechless for a moment.
