Wei Ping said: "I am not as good as others in my skills. I am willing to give up on the disadvantage. Let's stop fighting, let's talk carefully."

As the saying goes, "Three hundred and sixty professions will be the top scorer in every profession." If professional discrimination aside, Lin Feiyuan is considered the leader of the killer and assassin.

Many people in the cultivation world appear to be bright and bright, and they are gentlemen. Many sects claim to be famous and righteous, and take it as their responsibility to eliminate demons and defend the way.

Therefore, many things cannot be done on the surface, and it is not convenient for those who want to kill to do it themselves. The black market is born in response to the situation.

If he wanted to rank the black market assassins, Lin Feiyuan deserved to be the first, of course not only because he is the most expensive and has superb skills, but he has never missed a single hand.

Moreover, because of his men, the new assassins, most of them would visit him with a meeting gift, submit a letter of vote, and ask him to introduce a business.

This is what is considered to be officially opened on the black market.

With Lin Feiyuan's industry reputation, it would be rare if he came alone.

One million, he can hire a few more people, and work on the work.

"Wei Zhenyu, what are you talking to me?"

Lin Feiyuan raised his eyelids to look at people, as if rolling his eyes at Wei Ping: "You gave me the topographic map of Qianqufang and the city defense map of Tiancheng. Without your cooperation, I would not be able to hurt him."

"Song Qianji was injured and resisted the thunder tribulation. Ruofu was lucky enough to die. When he woke up, I told him that the dog who wagged his tail was the mastermind of the assassin. I still have the evidence of your meeting with me. Can you live?"

The worse Wei Ping's face was, the happier Lin Feiyuan smiled:

"Your eyes don't want to search for your body, it's in a place where only I know."

Wei Ping held the medicine bowl tightly.

In order to win the trust of Lin Feiyuan, he received detailed arrangements for the assassination plan, which indeed gave the other party some "sweetness".

At that time, they acted with each other, and both sides said something real and false. But Lin Feiyuan didn't care about anything, but Wei Ping didn't:

"I won't kill you. But as long as I don't cure you, you won't be able to survive tonight."

"Do you dare?" Lin Feiyuan said confidently, "Song Qianji wants me to live, you dare not disobey him."

Wei Ping thought to himself, if it weren't for the fact that Song Qianji was angry, ten thousand of you and I would have crushed my bones and ashes and scattered them into the Thousand Canals.

He suddenly laughed: "You are right. Now my life is in your hands, and your life is in my hands. It's very fair. You pretend not to know me, and I'll find an opportunity to let you go, how about you?"

"Do you still want to stay here? Cook and wash clothes for Song Qianji?" Lin Feiyuan exclaimed, "Ha, you are really addicted to being a dog!"

Wei Ping was not angry: "I know, you are waiting. You expect people to set a few fires and save you while they are in trouble. Unfortunately, I am the chief manager here. During the investigation just now, I caught thirteen suspicious people. I locked them with a rope to tie them up and threw them into the temple... I forgot to tell you that the original temple is Qianqu's current prison."

"Counting the time, it's time for the third round of investigation. I have always preferred to catch 10,000 by mistake than let one go. Qianqu City Defense is in my hands, and the yard is also a formation. If you don't believe it, try it."

Lin Feiyuan's sarcastic expression on his face slightly restrained. He believed that Wei Ping's words were the truth:

"Song Qianji didn't kill me, but just wanted to ask the employer and the guy behind me from my mouth. He asked the assassin that I was familiar with, tortured, and then cured, and then beaten. If you want me to take it over, don't you tell your name..."

Wei Ping understood: "I will find an opportunity to send you away as soon as possible so as not to let you suffer too much. After all, it will not be good for me to stay here."

Lin Feiyuan slowly shook her head: "It's not enough, I have to add some money if I want to be beaten."

Wei Ping gritted his teeth and said, "Tell me a number."

"Where are the four people who came with me?" Lin Feiyuan asked.

Wei Ping said: "They are more precious than you. They have already drunk medicine and fell asleep in the woodshed."

"Five people go." Lin Feiyuan said coldly, "I don't care what method you use, I will send us safely out of Qianqu within three days. Otherwise, you will die with me!"

"I won't let you go until Song Qianji wakes up." Wei Ping took a deep breath and his tone was relaxed. "I left home when I was young and wandered around the world. When I was so poor that I was introduced to you, the first order business was introduced to you. In short, you are half of my master."

"We don't have deep hatred and anti-romance, and we are kind and kind. The assassination was an accident. When things came to this point, no one wanted to die. There was no need to stay alive."

After he finished speaking, his eyes smiled softly, as if he was cooking for Song Qianji, and said in a warm voice: "The medicine is cold, I'll cook a bowl for you."

Lin Feiyuan waved to him: "Come on, come on."

Wei Ping smiled and leaned over, half of his body passing through the light of the trapped array.

Lin Feiyuan suddenly snatched the Chinese medicine bowl of his hand: "Your apprentice cooked by yourself, I dare not drink it."

Lin Feiyuan raised her head like a drink, drank all over, and reached out to return the bowl: "It's cold, at least it's not poisonous."

"Crash!"

Wei Pingyang Yang's sleeves were knocked over: "It's not good!"

Broken porcelain splashed all over the ground, and the candlelight was shining.

Lin Feiyuan tilted his head, his cheek was scratched by a piece of porcelain, and a bloodline dripped: "The third day after Song Qianji woke up."

Wei Ping stared at the porcelain piece, his face turned blue and white. After a while, he squatted down to clean up the mess: "Okay."

Lin Feiyuan laughed happily: "Look at you, you really look like a dog now."

"Bang!" Wei Ping fell onto the door.

Turning around, the cold moonlight shone on his ancient well Wubo's eyes.

The boy's face was nervous and uneasy, but his impatience, who was controlled by others, disappeared instantly.

He walked down the steps with his hands behind his back.

"Send you out of the thousand channels within three days, and then kill them all." He thought silently.

No matter who wants to kill Song Qianji, whether it is the mastermind behind the scenes or these knives that pierce the curtain, I will kill them sooner or later.

...

Ji Chen sat in front of the case and fiddled with the formation plate. He tried to concentrate, but he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Song Qianji who was unconscious:

Finally, he fell down the formation plate: "Ji Chen, you will become arrogant when you hear someone praise you. You really think that you are a genius. It's amazing? Look at it, you are still far from it! If your formation is stronger, will Brother Song still be injured?"

"Rely on Brother Meng, Brother Meng may not be here. Rely on Brother Wei, Brother Wei may be very busy. It is better to rely on yourself than on others. You are the formation master. The responsibility of protecting Brother Song and protecting Qianqu falls on your shoulders. Have you remembered it?"

"Senior Brother Ji!" A knock on the door interrupted him and said to himself.

Ji Chen opened the door and saw that he was a disciple in the guard team. He was nervous: "What happened at the gate of the Immortal Official's Mansion?"

He cheered up and said that if there was something wrong at a moment, he had to take it.

The disciple whispered: "A wizard came at the door, saying that he had passed by Qianqu during the journey and wanted to visit the official Song Xian."

"Please come here for a few days." Ji Chen remembered Wei Ping's instructions, and ignored him. He recited the word Yunyou, and suddenly looked moved: "Do you know his Dharma name?"

"He claimed to be without form."

"Ah!" Ji Chen said in surprise, "Is the visitor Master Wuxiang, the 'Miracle Monk'? Come in quickly!"

The disciple turned around and went.

"Wait, it's not a false name, right?" Ji Chen called out again, "I'll see him in the yard."

Wuxiang Master has excellent medical skills and is well-known. In recent years, he has traveled all directions and is said to be a monk who treats diseases but only depends on fate. Even if the head of a sect wants to ask him for treatment, he can only meet him as he pleases.

Ji Chen thought to himself that I am really a good thing? I don’t have to go out and search hard. I will have a top-notch medical expert from all over the world to see Senior Brother Song.

Soon, an old monk followed the disciples of the guard team to approach the Songyuan.

He was wearing a half-old golden robe with a string of Buddhist beads on his chest, and his whole body was filled with warmth, standing in the unmelted snow, which was very eye-catching.

The old monk was tall, had a kind face, slightly white hair, smiley corners of his mouth, and deep and calm eyes.

Ji Chen used the moonlight to look at the person carefully, and confirmed that it was not a certain technique to change the appearance. He was overjoyed and said:

"I have seen the master. I am too lazy and shouldn't be too lazy."

The old monk nodded with a smile: "You are polite to the donor. When you were a child, you liked to climb trees in Fengmingyuan, and I even hugged you."

"It happened many years ago, the master still remembers it!" Ji Chen was moved, "At that time, my father had a wide range of friendship and often invited friends to host a banquet in Fengmingyuan... Forget it, let's not mention it, Master, why did you come to Qianqu?"

"Wandering in the world, there is nowhere to go." The old monk said, "I heard that after becoming a Qianqu Immortal Official, the Taoist Song was resurrected from the dead and had great merits. Therefore, when he passed the tribulation, he had the golden light of merit to protect his body. I came to visit this Taoist Song, but I wonder if it would be convenient for him to see it?"

"To be honest, you came by chance!"

They are just in need of a doctor who is good at rejuvenating. Ji Chen does not think, "Of course..."

"Inconvenient!" A voice suddenly sounded, interrupting him slightly rudely.

"Brother Wei?" Ji Chen turned around and was stunned for a moment.

Wei Ping walked over quickly, inserted between Ji Chen and the visitor, and said in a cold look:

"You came here unexpectedly, of course it was inconvenient."

If he is hospitalized, he is too rude.

"Amitabha." The old monk didn't think it was strange and pronounced the Buddha's name.

He looked at Wei Ping quietly. His eyes had no murderous intention, but had a sense of scrutiny.

‌Wei Ping felt uncomfortable all over, as if all the disguise on his face was washed away by the moonlight, revealing his true face as Wei Zhenyu.

Ji Chen hurriedly introduced the two: "Brother Wei doesn't recognize the master. He is the master Wuxiang, the master of the wonderful monk. Don't blame the master, he is the great steward of the Immortal Official's Mansion and fellow Taoist Weiping."

Before he could finish his words, his face suddenly stiffened with joy.

He heard Wei Ping's voice transmission:

"After the thunder disaster, thousands of channels are closed and there is no entry or exit. Have you checked the previous photos of the four city gates, have you ever seen monks? Where did the people come from?"
To be continued...