The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

　　 Almost at the same time when the crane woman and Liang Yan and Jilai reached an alliance, in a remote alleyway in the southwest corner of Mingyi City, a man in a black robe wearing a hat was walking alone.

　　 It was late at night, the ordinary people in the city had already fallen asleep, and it was naturally dark here. But the black-robed man was in it, but there was nothing wrong with it, as if he saw the night as day.

　　 He turned around in the lane, turned around and walked into a dead end, and stopped in front of a black gate.

　　 This person seemed to hesitate for a moment, and finally raised his hand, ready to pull the knocker on the door.

　　 At this moment, the sudden change!

　　 I saw five silver rays of light piercing the sky in the dark night and shooting at him quickly.

　　 The black-robed man obviously didn't expect what was in front of him, and he kicked his feet hastily and flew back towards the back. However, those silver rays were so unreasonable and unforgiving, they changed their direction and hurriedly chased the black-robed man.

　　 In the blink of an eye, the black-robed man was caught up, and five rays of light instantly wrapped around the black-robed man's body. He looked closely at this time and found that it was actually five silver-white silk threads, exuding a faint and cold glow.

　　 At the same time, a voice came from the gate and said coldly: "Strangle!"

　　 The five silk threads seemed to have commanded them, and they immediately collapsed straight, cutting towards the black-robed man in the middle, as if they had to cut him into several pieces before they would give up.

　　The silk thread became tighter and tighter. Seeing the black-robed man would be killed on the spot, a cyan airflow emerged from the black-robed man's body, which could stand above all the silk threads.

　　 At this time, no matter how tight the thread is, I can't move anymore.

"what?"

　　 The people in the door seemed surprised, but before he could speak, another flute sound came from another place in the courtyard.

　　 The sound of the flute is lingering like water, and there are endless twists and turns. In a daze, the black-robed man saw twelve beauties appear in the air, walking towards him.

　　 These beauties are all beautiful, beautiful and beautiful. They have graceful skirts, their lotus steps lightly, and there are more inexplicable styles, which make people can't help but indulge in them.

　　 However, the black robe man only woke up slightly with his divine skills, he had already woke up, only to hear a long whistle in his mouth, and a burst of blue energy came out, blowing towards the coquettish beauty in mid-air.

　　Hu!

　　 As if a strong wind blows across the desert, the beauty of the sky is blown by the blue air, her face disappears, her body is no longer, and only twelve white skeletons are left.

　　 And these twelve bones only persisted for a while, and they were scattered in the sky like gravel.

　　 The starry sky is shining, and it is quiet again.

　　 "Innate true spirit!" someone inside the door exclaimed.

"Humph!"

　　The black robe man snorted coldly, and his body was full of youthful energy. The silver-white thread entwined on the side made a popping sound, and they broke. Then he flicked his big sleeve and fell back to the open space again.

　　 "Heavenly net, pink skull! Is this your way of hospitality?" The black robe man asked coldly.

　　 "Hey, your Excellency doesn't know the rules, but those who come here are by no means guests, only enemies. If you want to talk about business, the city has its own stalls to receive, and this place is only responsible for killing people."

　　 "Stop talking nonsense, I'm looking for Zhao Wuming! The city stall says he is not here, so I have to come and see in person to see if he is really not here or can't escape!"

　　 As soon as he said this, the door suddenly became quiet.

　　 After a while, I suddenly heard someone in the backyard sigh softly: "Fine, let him in!"

　　 As these words sounded, the seemingly black and heavy door opened slowly on its own, revealing the two people behind the door.

　　 One of them was black-clothed and black-haired, with a few silver-white silk threads wrapped around his left hand. The other was a masked woman with a flute in her waist, standing beside her.

　　The black-robed man glanced at them and didn't pay much attention to it. He just walked straight into the door and walked to the backyard.

When I arrived in the backyard, I saw a middle-aged man in grey clothes sitting cross-legged on a rockery. This man has a square face and a sheathed long knife on his back. There is a scar at the base of the ear that extends to the corner of the mouth. .

　　 "Friend Yun, long time no see!" The man opened his eyes and smiled faintly.

　　The black-robed man took off his hat, took off his black clothes, and revealed a soap-robed Taoist suit. It was Yun Xuzi!

　　 "Zhao Wuming, you are really the most timid assassin I have ever seen, not one of them!" Yun Xuzi said with an angry face.

　　 "Hey, the big event is just around the corner. The situation in Mingyi City is uncertain and the undercurrent is surging. I naturally have to be more cautious to avoid overturning the ship in the gutter!"

　　 "So you just hide here behind closed doors?" Yun Xuzi was still reluctant.

　　 Zhao Wuming raised his head and slapped haha, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, I ask myself that the hidden whereabouts are pretty good, but I don't know how Daoist Yun is sure that Zhao must be here?"

　　 "Huh! The whole village of Lujiazhuang was slaughtered, and all the dead were cut at the waist. Isn't it the method of Brother Zhao?"

　　 "That's it!"

　　 Zhao Wuming suddenly said: "No wonder, it seems that my old problems for many years can be changed."

　　He paused, and then said: "Friend Yun Daoist, speaking of us, we are also the fellows of Siming Mountain Palace this time, but we don't know what's the point of visiting late at night?"

　　 Yun Xuzi was silent for a while, and finally said, "I want you to help me kill someone."

　　 "Good to say!"

　　Zhao Wuming nodded and said: "The shadow building I founded was originally a killer organization. It was the job of taking people's money and eliminating disasters. I don't know who is Daoist Yun who is going to kill?"

　　 "Sick scholar!"

"It's him!"

　　Zhao Wuming said with a look of surprise, he again looked up and down Yun Xuzi's eyes, and then smiled sarcastically: "People say that there is no poison and not a husband. I think Fellow Yun is a real husband!"

　　 "You are too broad." Yun Xuzi said lightly.

　　 "Hehe, don't worry! Our Shadow Studio only takes money to do things, but never asks the employer why. It's just that this sick scholar is also the peak of the foundation, and I am not sure that I can kill him."

　　 Yun Xuzi said: "Don't worry, I will do it together in the mountain palace. Then you only need to listen to my orders and help me get things done."

　　 "Haha! It's so good~www.ltnovel.com~ It's just the rules of our shadow building, you should understand?" Zhao Wuming reminded.

　　 "Huh, it's natural to pay a one-third of the deposit before proceeding, and then pay the rest after everything is done." Yun Xuzi said as he took out a black storage bag and handed it to Zhao Wuming.

Zhao Wuming stretched out his hand to take it, swept his consciousness inside, and said with a smile: "It's done, I didn't expect Fellow Yun to know the market of our Shadow Tower very clearly! Don't worry, this sick scholar is now a dying. People, hahaha!"

　　 Yun Xuzi nodded blankly, put on the black hat and robe neatly, without saying more, turned around and left the courtyard.

　　 He walked out of the dark alley, looked at the lighting of the fireworks in the distance, and muttered in a low voice:

　　 "Scholar, don't blame me for being cruel, blame it, blame you for knowing too much..."

　　..........

　　 Almost at the same time, beside a stream on the outskirts of Mingyi City.

　　 A fat-headed monk with big ears and a blessed face was leaning on a moss-covered boulder, sipping a pot of wine.

　　 On the wooden bridge not far from him, there was a sick scholar standing, coughing twice from time to time.

　　 "I have made the plan very clear, and I hope that by then we can work together so that the treasures in this mountain palace are naturally at your fingertips!" It was the sick scholar who spoke.

　　 After hearing this, the monk showed a smile on his face. The fat on his face was piled up, and his eyes were almost out of sight.

　　 "Don't worry, fellow monk, I'm the most trustworthy monk!"