The town was not big, but the man in black took him in a roundabout way for a long time. When he got to an inn, the man didn't say anything. He just tightened his hood, placed him in an empty room, and went away. .
After waiting in the house for a long time, suddenly a man in blood clothes quietly entered the house. He was wearing a blood-red robe, a red belt around his waist, and a blood-colored hood. A red scarf covered most of his face, revealing only two shining eyes. The eyes make it difficult to distinguish between male and female, and there is a word "missing" embroidered with black thread on the left chest.
"Mu Feng, what are you doing here?" The man in blood-clothed clothes sat down and said in a low voice under his scarf.
When Mu Feng saw this man coming, he had already hurriedly stood up to greet him, and now he replied respectfully: "I have seen Mr. Dique, and I didn't know that you were here. I was just being hunted, so I came here to ask for protection."
"Hmph." Dique, the man in blood, just smiled coldly when he heard this, "The Blood Shadow Sect has always been involved in the business of killing people. Since when did he become your bodyguard to protect the courtyard?"
Mu Feng was sweating on his side, but he didn't dare to reach out to wipe it, "Sir, I didn't mean this. I just paid for my life when I came here." He tremblingly took out a small child from his arms. After opening the cloth bag, there was a pure gold object inside, the size of a baby's fist, exquisite and exquisite, worth hundreds of gold, he gritted his teeth and handed it over.
"Yeah." Di Que snorted from his nose, reached for the object and weighed it, "Killing the person who is chasing you will naturally save your life. Tell me who the person is chasing you."
"Yes," Mu Feng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead at this moment, "he is the child who was following Yu Fangzhou when Master Xuekui was chasing him."
"Oh?" Di Que also became interested when he heard this, "It seems that Sir Xuekui was hit by a dart back then. We haven't seen him for six years, and now he comes out again? It just so happens that Lord Xuekui is still hating this incident. Okay, you don't have to worry about this matter. Recently, the sect master has invited everyone to meet nearby. You and Renwu will go to pick up some things first so that we can take care of you together. I will go over later and explain this matter in detail. Report to Lord Xuekui."
Mu Feng bowed and said yes, but the two of them never thought that the partition wall had ears. At this time, a black shadow hung upside down in the back window and heard everything in the room clearly.
The two waited in the room for a while, and a bloody figure pushed in the door. He was dressed like Di Que, except that the word "五" was embroidered with grass green silk thread on his left chest. The man entered the door without saying a word and walked facing Di Que. Yili stood aside quietly.
Di Que sat there without looking back, and then threw a blood-red token with a black word "Que" cast on it, and said: "Go west fifty miles, there is a blacksmith in the town, take my token and go Get your things and come back after dark tomorrow.”
"Yes." Ren Wu simply responded with the token, bowed and retreated. Mu Feng did not dare to neglect and followed closely.
The two of them exited, and the person in the back window also floated into the room. This person's lightness skills were also as good as four taels of cotton. For a while, the three of them didn't notice anything. At this time, this person, Dingren Wu and Mu Feng saw that the person in front of them, Wu, was leading the way straight to the west. After walking for more than fifty miles, there was another town in front of them. It was already past the third watch. The lights in the town had already been extinguished. When people arrived, they tapped on the door panel. There was a sign swaying in the wind with the word "iron" on it.
Not long after, the door panel opened, and a middle-aged man wearing clothes came out with a cold face. He looked at the two of them up and down without saying a word, and just let them in.
Entering into a lobby, the three of them walked through the hall without stopping and came to a room at the back. There was only one door to enter the room, but there were no windows on the four walls. The middle-aged man stopped and looked at the five people coldly. Wu reached out and took out the token and handed it over, "I was ordered to get that thing."
The middle-aged man took the token, looked at it, handed it back, and said, "Come with me." He glanced sideways at Mu Feng and said, "You stay here!" His tone was unquestionable.
Mu Feng didn't say anything. After the two left, he looked around the room through the dim light. The room was not big, but there were many weapons hanging on the walls. When he entered the lobby, he seemed to see some farm tools. He didn't expect this. Jin turned out to be a completely different person. Looking carefully at the weapons on the wall, there are all kinds of swords, guns, swords and halberds, most of which are of high quality. At this moment, he stopped at a pair of daggers. He originally threw them out to protect himself when fighting Xiao Ning. At this time, he no longer had any weapons in his hands, and he was thinking about where to fight a pair. At this moment, I saw a short sword on the wall, nearly two feet long, shining and cold, and it was a rare sharp blade. Mu Fengtei weighed it in his hands and found that it was slightly lighter, but he still couldn't put it down.
While he was looking at himself, there was a sound on the door behind him and two other people came in again. The fifth person still had nothing in his hand as before, but he had an extra leather bag on his waist. No one knew what he had taken. When the middle-aged man saw the dagger that Mu Feng was worried about, his eyes turned cold and he said, "Put it down!"
Mu Feng had already turned around when he heard the voice, and now he clasped his fists with a smile on his face and said: "This brave man, I have lost my weapon. If you can sever your love with these short swords, you can bid."
The man frowned when he asked, and looked sideways at Person Five. Person Five still said in the same stiff voice: "Herringbone informant, Iron Shengsi 'Feiyu' Mu Feng."
The man frowned again, thought for a while and said coldly: "Four thousand strings!"
After hearing this, Mu Feng secretly took a breath of air, looked at Person Five, and then at the man's cold face. He didn't dare to say anything for a moment, and took out a Buddha statue carved from mutton-fat white jade from his arms. It was clear and flashed with colorful light under the lamp. He handed it over with a sigh.
The middle-aged man took it and looked at it, waved his hand and turned around to leave. The fifth man suddenly said: "We will arrange a place for us to stay here tonight, and we will find a carriage to take us back tomorrow."
"Yeah." The man responded with a nasal voice, turned around and went out.
Seeing him coming out of the house, a dark shadow also jumped up from the house, passed through the wall and came to the street. He covered his face with a black scarf, looked back at the blacksmith shop, got up and walked out of the town.
At dawn the next day, no one left until the sun was setting in the west, before he and Mu Feng boarded the carriage prepared by the man. When it got dark, they returned to the inn in Qingping Town. They got off the carriage in the backyard and let Mu Feng go on his own. , he pushed open a wing on the west side of the inn. The lights in the room were on, and Di Que was sitting at the table, looking up and saying nothing. Renwu took off the leather bag from his waist, took out a wooden box about a foot long and handed it over together with the token.
Di Que took the box and opened it. Inside was a belt. It was four to five feet long when unfolded. It had scales that were painted blood red. It was obviously a good snake belt with exquisite buckles. It could be tied around the waist. Long or short. Di Que took it in his hand and nodded. He stretched out his hand and pressed the end of the belt. Hearing a soft "click" sound, he pulled out a soft sword more than three feet long. The sword was two fingers wide and dark red. The color has no reflection at all under the lamp. It is as thin as a cicada's wings, and the edges on both sides are extremely sharp. It is now trembling in Ji Que's hand, like a poisonous snake that wants to devour someone, but it does not hang down limply. , obviously a sword that is both soft and tough.
Di Que shook his sword, and the blade suddenly stretched straight. He waved his hand lightly again, and a corner of the table was cut off with a "click", and the cut was extremely smooth.
Only then did he put the sword away and put it into the box again. He couldn't help but praise: "Yes, the 'Shenbing Villa' has been destroyed for more than a hundred years. The craftsmanship of this surnamed Liao is really not exhausted. This piece of black iron can be It’s not wasted.” He threw the wooden box back and said, “Take it and hand it over to the Blood Slaughter Sect Master in person on the day of summons. It will be considered a credit to you.”
"Yes." Ren Wu carefully took it and hung it on his waist. Jian Ji Que waved to him, then bowed and walked out with his fists in hand. He carefully closed the door, looked around to see if there was no one, and looked towards the back. Walk into a room.
After opening the door and entering the house, there were no lights in the house, and everything in front of him was suddenly dark. Wu Wu suddenly felt a gust of breeze blowing past him. He couldn't help but shiver, and he shouted "Who"! A pair of daggers in his sleeves fell into his hands, and he did not close the door. He just raised his ears and listened quietly, holding his chest and arching his back, and stood still with all his muscles tense. After a while, there was no sound around him. However, he did not relax at this moment. His eyes were looking at the darkness around him. He held a dagger across his hand to protect his chest and waist, and lightly moved his feet. Move, turn your back to the door and slowly retreat out.
Just as he was about to retreat to the door, the door behind him suddenly closed with a creak. Ren Wu was extremely surprised. He suddenly turned around and looked at the door. At this moment, another gust of wind blew up. A figure appeared behind him, and a pair of hands grabbed his head. Ren Wu's whole body was tense at this moment, and his reaction was not slow. He didn't turn around, he just opened his mouth to shout, but the two daggers in his hands suddenly stabbed back at the two sides of the visitor. But this chess move was only one move away from him. Before he could make a sound, he saw the man's hands exerting force like lightning, and with a crisp "click" his neck was broken, and his pair of daggers touched each other. When he reached the other party's clothes, they also hung down softly.
At this time, the newcomers gently placed the body on the ground and lit the oil lamp on the table. Looking at the light, they saw that it was the masked man who had been following them for the past two days. This man sat at the table and looked down at Ren Wu's corpse. He tapped his fingers on the table and thought for a long time. He stretched out his hand and pulled the leather bag around his waist. He took out the soft sword and looked at it. He put it back and put it on the table. He lowered his head and I didn't know what to think about for a while, then I suddenly stood up and opened the front and rear windows a small crack. I looked carefully to see that there was no one on both sides. Then I bent down, picked up the body on the ground, jumped out, and walked all the way to the outside of the town. Go away.
About half an hour later, the back window in the room suddenly opened and closed, and a figure flashed, but another "person five" jumped in. When he got to the house, he first looked at his clothes by the light, then reached out to pick up the leather bag on the table and tied it around his waist, then he blew out the oil lamp and lay down with his clothes.
