"Flowers bloom and fall without regrets, fate comes and goes like water."
On the new note sent by the boy, there were two very beautiful lines of poetry written on it.
Shen Li was slightly surprised and remained silent.
It wasn't until the early morning of the next day that Fu opened the note and read two poems. After getting dressed, he opened the door and found the boy, and asked, "Who gave it to you?"
The boy groaned, and then he guessed that he was referring to the note, "The postman from Kaixi City delivered the note and left."
Nanwu paid special attention to postmen. No matter where they lived, half of the country could go to the city to send letters.
Some people also relied on postmen to make a living. Originally, the imperial court arranged personnel to serve. Later, due to concerns about the high cost, the salary was reduced and released to the common people. Anyone who wanted to be a postman could just apply at the post office.
"Is it really for me?" Shen Li asked again.
The boy nodded: "Sir, there is nothing wrong with this. The postman is looking for you by name."
"Well, it's okay." The young man seemed a little too thoughtful. After walking a few steps, he sat on a chair and said, "I'll serve you a table with good wine and good food."
"Okay, please wait a moment."
He was living and eating in the inn for free, and the big shot above ordered him to be held responsible and beaten severely if he did not serve him well.
The newly appointed shopkeeper was an old man, amiable and amiable. He was wearing coarse cloth and carrying a small teapot. He sat opposite Shen Li and said, "Sir, someone in Kaixi City wants you to intercept and kill someone."
"My uncle is still injured and is not available."
"Only an eighth-grade Qi practitioner."
"Who asked me to kill?"
The shopkeeper shook his head: "This is not something that little people like us can know."
"I won't do it. Since I'm only at the eighth level, I think there are plenty of people in the inn who are qualified for the job. I need to recharge my batteries here."
After arriving in Kaixi City, things became even more outrageous, as if everyone regarded him as the executioner who was doing dirty work.
"This...if the young master refuses, it will be difficult for me to explain to my superiors." The old man was very embarrassed.
Shen Li twirled the tea cup leisurely without replying a word. When the boy served the food, he immediately swallowed it without any sign of eating.
In fact, when you reach the top four realms, you are very particular about what you eat. Confucianism calls it that you can never tire of fine food and never tire of fine food. Ingredients must also be carefully selected. If you eat well, your body will be strong and your cultivation will improve.
For this reason, many upper-level fourth-level masters are unwilling to join the famous sects with strong foundations. They just want to work hard on food and advance their cultivation. After all, there are very few people who are talented and talented, but there are countless people who rely on hard work.
Like the Vajra Realm, which is the threshold of the fourth level, most of the masters in the world who are stationed in this realm have achieved it through continuous practice for many years. As for the third-grade Chaolu realm, it cannot be broken through hard work. You must have talent, opportunity, and luck.
The old man saw that Shen Li was engrossed in eating and ignored him, and even though he was running into a wall, he kept chattering: "Sir, this is a good deal for one hundred and thirty taels of silver. If you don't do it, it will be a pity for this money."
One hundred and thirty taels of silver to kill an eighth-level qi practitioner, no matter which family the qi practitioner is from. For a killer of the fourth-level Vajra realm, it is simply a trivial matter. If you rush to kill it, it is too late. Like Shen Li, it seems that he only has the good wine and food in front of him, but not the one hundred and thirty taels of silver.
Shen Li spoke and said vaguely: "Whoever wants to go, I won't go anyway."
The shopkeeper was completely at his wits' end, so he summoned the boy and whispered a few words, and this good deal was no longer available to Shen Li.
The boy sighed for him and wanted to give him some advice, but when he saw the look on the shopkeeper's face, he immediately left knowingly.
After finishing a table full of food and wine, I lay half-ly on a chair and burped.
Wearing a human skin mask on my face was extremely uncomfortable, as if it was covered with a layer of mud. Just when I was about to take it off with ease, I heard people outside the inn rearing their horses and neighing, shouting for death from far away.
Shen Li grabbed the chair and hurried out, finding a good seat at a high place, crossing his legs leisurely.
A rough count of the visitors was close to thirty.
Obviously not the same group.
Two groups of people on horseback hacked at each other, and blood flowed.
The young man in the front, who was dressed richly, probably had a good horse, so he was ahead of the others. He didn't care about the fear and panic, and pressed his body hard to swing his whip.
The young master's followers were not as powerful as others. When they approached the inn, all those who protected him were dead, but there were only four pursuers left, and all of them were injured.
Seemingly seeing the savior, the young master rushed into the inn courtyard, barely jumped off his horse and fell a few times, got up and fell into the inn.
I thought that the young master had very good eyesight and knew that Shen Li was the savior, but I never expected that his target would be the inn.
Sighing and shaking his head, Shen Li smiled and said: "There is a road to heaven but you won't take it. Hell has no door but you have to break through it. Now you can't leave even if you want to."
The four men who were chasing him saw that it was a mountain inn, got off their horses, and walked into the small courtyard with knives.
"What are you doing there, kid?" someone shouted at Shen Li.
The young man looked at a loss: "My hero, I...I was eating and drinking enough to watch the scenery outside. I really didn't expect you to arrive!"
"Get down!" someone shouted again.
Shen Li seemed to be extremely obedient. He took the chair three steps in a row and ran to the four of them.
Due to their sharp hands and feet during this period, the four of them retreated together, fearing that the young man was a ruthless guy pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, and suddenly struck them with a few knives.
"Stop, stop, just stand there."
Shen Li was at a loss.
"You go in first." One person stared at him and pointed to the inn.
The young man thought to himself, you killers are really unprofessional. The young master ran into the inn on his own initiative and was facing a dead end. You didn't want to rush in quickly to kill this man, but you suspected that the inn was a black shop, fearing that there was an ambush inside.
If it were the Xingxiu Killer, even if it was really a black shop, he would kill all the targets first and then take care of the rest step by step. No matter how bad it is, it won't be much worse. At most, he will lose some money to buy money.
He seemed to be shakily dragging his chair into the inn.
The young master hid behind the shopkeeper and shouted: "Don't kill me! Just count the numbers. I will definitely ask my father to send someone to deliver it to you in the future."
The shopkeeper looked at Shen Li and opened his mouth to speak, but finally closed his mouth.
Sensing the look on the shopkeeper's face, Shen Li's heart moved slightly. Could it be that this fair-skinned and fat young man had some background?
The four of them walked into the inn with machetes in their hands and grinned. They looked around and saw that there was not a single diner. There were two or three young men hiding in the corner shivering.
"Mr. Zhang, it is unknown whether your father will survive today. Even if our brothers are satisfied with your offer, who will give us the money in the future?"
"Don't kill me... don't kill me. Only when I am alive can I have money." Mr. Zhang was really frightened and kept saying this over and over again.
Suddenly someone came on horseback.
"No, it's Zhang Qiu, kill him quickly."
The four of them rushed forward and passed Shen Li. They ignored him and slashed at the shopkeeper and Mr. Zhang with their swords.
The shopkeeper was calm and looked at Shen Li.
Mr. Zhang was so frightened that he peed.
Suddenly, with lightning speed, the young man pulled the chair with one hand and used a leg of the chair to point the four people on the back of their heads. The knives in their hands immediately clinked to the ground.
Zhang Qiu, who came to rescue Mr. Zhang, jumped outside the inn door and watched the four killers throw themselves to the ground, dead or alive.
