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The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, and seemed exceptionally transparent between his pale fingers. It was a thin and fragile blade. From the looks of it, it did not seem like a weapon that could take a person's life.

The black clothed man fiddled with the blade in his hand for a long time before his gaze landed on the youth who had been standing there for a long time. "Who else knows of this news?"

"This information was separately investigated by Profound Master Feng's trusted aides. Currently, the only people who know about it are Master Xuan, me, Gong Tianxuan, and the Grand Mystery Lord. No one would know about it for at least the next year. It concerns the survival of the three big assassination organisations, so one less person would be in less danger. "

"Gongzi." The black-clothed man fiddled with the cicada blade in his hand, chewing on the name, "Did Feng Qiong tell you my current identity, or was it Gong Qing who found out about it?"

He could only honestly reply: "It was Master Feng Xuan who handed the keepsake to the two of us, ordering us to come here to find Supreme Profound Lord. However, the identity of the Supreme Profound Monarch … Gong Du did indeed guessed a little bit. "

The smile in the black clothed man's eyes was cold, but it did not contain any killing intent. "His concealing ability is outstanding, but he had followed us for three consecutive days; "Go back and tell him that if he's this arrogant again, there won't be a second person coming out to die for him."

"Is it not a coincidence that the Grand Mystery Lord appeared there?"

"Of course not." The man in black sat up straighter, and put the cicada blade back into his sleeve, "Wu Gou has always kept some people near the main rudder and other major divisions to observe their movements. One month ago, the Southern hall master was injured by me, so it can't be said that the other three escaped unscathed. At a time like this, when they were not resting in their old quarters, three people actually came out. How could I not be moved? "

"It's impossible for them to target you at this time."

The corner of the black-clothed man's eyes slightly curved, "Right, their actions will not be aimed at me, and they will have no way of knowing where I am." But I'm not going to let them go. As long as I kill all of them without a sound, this debt would belong to the Poison Hall – even if Candle knew that it was not the Medicine Hall that killed them, it would still be the same. If he had met Candle before me, I wouldn't mind giving him a hand. If I am not able to kill all of them due to my injuries, Gong Jue can also help me attract some attention. "

Dang Hen was silent for a moment before he asked, "Are all the hall masters of Candle Stick Hall as strong?"

"Pavilion master?" Including the Chief Hall Master and Vice Hall Master, the disparity is not small. " The black clothed man raised his eyes and said with a bit of indifference, "The Vice Hall Master of Candle Stick Hall is a weak scholar, he doesn't excel in martial arts, and doesn't say much. The strongest person in the Hall of Flemish was the previous North Hall Master, followed by the South Hall Master. In terms of martial arts skills, the ones below the Southern Hall Master were: Hall Master Candle, Hall Master Bei, Hall Master Xi, and Hall Master Dong. You must have met the West Tang already, right? His personal strength should be on par with yours, or perhaps it might be slightly higher. However, if they were to truly fight, it would be difficult to determine whether he will live or die. "

Dazzling Spring nodded. "That is indeed the case."

The man in black replied, "As for this North Court Lord, he is my martial uncle in a sense. Although I didn't have the chance to fight with him, I think that if I were to gamble my life, he wouldn't be much stronger than Gongzi. Hall Master Candle Yi, with the strength of the two of you, you might be able to kill him. As for the south hall … He narrowed his eyes. "Compared to your master, he's no weaker."

Dazzling Spring's expression changed, "He's that strong?"

"So what if he's strong? What are you afraid of? The Poison Hall is full of experts, what's more, you have a green clothed gongzi behind you. If Candle Stick had chosen Wu Gou, then I would really be crying. " The black clothed man stood up and brushed off the leaves on his body. "Don't forget to send a message to Feng Qiong on my behalf. If Beitang can stay, then kill him."

He nodded and asked, "Does the Grand Master have any other instructions?"

The black clothed man took out a letter from his chest pocket and handed it over to the black clothed man, "Take Feng Qiong and hand her over to the master you guys are currently loyal to. By the way, tell Gongzi that I cannot reveal my identity or else I will bear the consequences. I think your master should know the difference between being enemies and being friends. "

He took it and kept it in his pocket, "I will tell senior brother." Seeing the other party remain silent, he retreated a few steps and left swiftly.

As the black-clothed man watched him leave, his slender eyes opened slightly, and the coldness in his eyes deepened. The real game had just begun. The hand that was standing behind Feng Yunxuan and the Wine Hall of Poison, just how strong would it be?

"Young Master." A silhouette soundlessly walked out from behind the tree, but on his previously bewildered face was a cautious expression. "Are we really going to kill them?"

The black-clothed man turned his head to look at the slip of paper on the table, which was pressed down by the tea cup. With a cold look in his eyes, he said, "I can keep the 'Oblivion Scripture' year, but Yan Bugui must die."

The person who came was obviously worried, "The person who saved the young master that day killed the remaining assassin with the help of Hanxue. If one did not know that the handle of the saber was strange, who would be able to use the snow to wound people without suffering from any backlash? "This person …"

"I know." The black clothed man coldly interrupted him. He raised his hand and looked at his own finger, "My current appearance and figure is very different from before. Before that day, I even changed my appearance once more, so he definitely won't be able to recognize me. With his caution, even if he saw 'Carrying Snow' and 'Cicada Wings', it would still be impossible for him to kill a completely unfamiliar person like me at the risk of being exposed. He definitely knew of my way of changing my appearance. If he finds the person who taught me how to disguise myself, or even find senior brother because of this, then it will be troublesome. "

The person who came was startled and said: "The Sect Leader was killed by Candle Curtain Hall, and Protector Yan had been in Candle Lamp for many years, so he took the risk, and also killed in order to save the Young Master. His loyalty is not false, why must Young Master be so wary of him? "

The black clothed man shot him a glance. "His loyalty is of course true, but the person he is loyal to is not me, nor is it my senior brother. The reason why he saved me is simple — he needs to know where 'Cang Shan' is. "

The man pursed his lips, "Young Master, can't you trust him?"

The corner of the black-clothed man's eyes raised in an indescribable arc. It was unknown whether he was sneering or mocking, "Ten years ago, the fire illuminated half of the city's sky red, but there was not a single person that had received a pigeon outside the city. "Tell me, should I believe it?"

The person was moved. "But this time, we won't be able to turn back."

"I have gone berserk from slaughter, so why should I be worried about the life and death of one person?" His voice was calm, not a trace of fluctuation could be heard, but his arrogance was still the same.

The person's fingers, which were covered by his sleeves, slowly tightened. The familiar tone and the deep coldness made his heart go cold, "Did you kill the wrong person?" He had long since guessed the answer, because in these past ten or so years, he had become overly familiar with his young master. When he asked that question, he regretted it already.

The answer that he had already guessed was confirmed once again. Wouldn't that be even more cruel?

However, there was no room for regret if he asked.

"I would rather kill by mistake." The black-clothed man flicked his sleeve, took the paper from the table, and left in large strides.

A snowflake leisurely fell from the monotonous shadow of the tree branch where his clothes were fluttering. It landed on the place where the man in black had stood for a long time.

"As expected, it's like that."

The person raised his head, narrowed his eyes at the fragmented white color in the air, and the mumbling in his throat, perhaps, did not come out, but scattered into his tightly pursed lips: "The Blue Mountain bears the snow. The blade's edge was dyed in blood, and the old friend was nowhere to be seen. Was the first snow on the peak of the mountain as white as it was in the past? "

No answer.

Because no one could hear his sighs and helplessness.

Things change when people leave.

The human heart was cold. Who would be willing to change the cold tea in front of an old friend's hall again and again? Who would be willing to wait for an old friend who would never come back?

People were indifferent to begin with. Ten years had soothed a man's edges and hidden his bones. It had also taken away the warmth that was still lingering in a man's heart. Ten years of hatred, fermented time and time again after awakening from a dream, was so huge that it could devour all one's emotions.

Actually, they shouldn't have any extravagant demands. From the moment I decided to follow him, I should have cut off all these delusions that I shouldn't have … Right?

It was just that he was a bit unwilling and a bit disappointed …

It didn't matter anymore.

— —

"I'm not going! I'm not going! " The young man's crying voice could be heard clearly from outside the courtyard. A few servants stood outside the study, not daring to enter or leave.

Bai Zhen took a look and saw that the few familiar faces were the maidservants in his second brother's residence. The timid looking young lady was most likely the second brother who had bought them in the last few days while he was gone.

"Eldest Young Master!" Young Master! " When the maidservants saw him come over, they surrounded him as if he was their savior. "Master is currently training Second Young Master, and you still aren't letting us leave …. Could you please go in and take a look? "

Bai Zhen raised his eyebrows, clearly a little surprised. "Does Aunt not know?"

As long as Lady Zhou stopped him, no matter how much more Baiyadang raged, Bai Luo would be safe. Bai Luo cried so miserably, how could Madame Zhou not come?

The oldest maid on the left looked behind her and whispered, "Master seems to be especially angry this time. He told us to stay outside and not leave. We didn't dare to tell Madam."

"At a time like this …" Bai Zhen seemed to have thought of something as he muttered to himself. Seeing that the maid was still waiting for his decision, he could not help but smile. "Then, you guys wait a moment. I'll go in and plead on behalf of second brother."

"Thank you, young master!" The few of them let out a sigh of relief and quickly made way for him to enter the study room.

"No need, I just came back and wanted to say something to my father." Bai Zhen didn't seem to care. He stepped onto the stone steps and lightly knocked on the door three times. "Father, may I enter?"

After a while, a voice called out from the darkness, "Come in."

Bai Zhen pushed open the door and entered. When he saw his younger brother kneeling on the ground and his father drinking tea on the chair, he probed, "Father, this is …"

Bai Yutang put down his tea cup and calmly replied, "Let him go to Wu Gou to become his disciple. He won't go."

Bai Zhen looked at the pitifully crying youth and could not help but find it funny. "Father, have you really decided to let him go to Wu Gou? He had always been a spoiled child, and had grown up with his father. He had never been so far away from home. Can you let him go to Wu Gou? "

Bai Yutang sighed, "Now this is the best place to go. It's not up to him."

Bai Luo cried out, "I'll be obedient in the future. Dad, please don't drive me away, okay?"

Bai Zhen hesitated for a moment before asking, "Does Aunt agree?"

Bai Yan Tang pinched the center of his brows. "It doesn't matter even if you don't agree." There were a few books by his side, and one of them was still open. Obviously, he was planning on wasting time with Bai Luo.

"Brother!" Brother! I won't argue with you about anything in the future. I want my parents here, okay? "Don't drive me away, don't drive me away!"

Bai Zhen hurriedly took a step back and dodged Bai Luo's arm. "As long as you stay at home and don't let Wu Gou take you as a disciple, will you listen to me obediently?"

Bai Luo was stunned and hope appeared in his eyes. He knelt and hugged Bai Zhen's leg, "Brother, I will listen to you. I will listen to you! I read martial arts no longer lazy, I no longer run out to play, no longer fooling around, really! I'm begging you, I just want to be with dad and mom! "

Upon hearing his last sentence, Bai Zhen was momentarily in a trance. He even forgot to dodge, allowing him to wipe his tears onto his own robe. After a while, he returned to his senses, squatted down, and held his younger brother's shoulder. Looking at his crying face, he softly asked, "You promised that you would be able to do it? Reading is very boring and practicing martial arts is very bitter, can you still persevere? "

Bai Luo nodded, "I can! "I can!"

Bai Zhen let out a thousand words, which were all condensed into a sigh. Then, he faintly smiled, "Very well, I'll plead with Father for you to stay behind. But, you must promise me, in the future, you must earnestly study, earnestly practice martial arts, don't cry and make a ruckus, and properly respect your father … "And auntie."

"Zhen`er!"

"I promise!" Bai Yan Tang's rebuke overlapped with Bai Luo's solemn reply, followed by a stifling silence.

Bai Zhen helped his brother up and patted him on the shoulder. "Alright, let's go back to the room and let the servants have a basin of hot water to wash your face. "Think about what you promised me a few times. I'll come find you later."

Bai Luo raised his head and looked at his brother. After a while, he cried again, "Brother, don't you hate me?" Although he was willful, he was not stupid. He knew that the hardships that Bai Zhen had endured in the past few years could also be felt by him. He had been in a hurry to ask for help, so he didn't think too much about it. Now that he had calmed down, he didn't understand why Bai Zhen was helping him.

"Why should I hate you?" Bai Zhen said helplessly, "After so many years, if I really did hate you and your aunt, would I still not say a word? But I don't hate you just because you're my father's brother, do you know that? "

Bai Luo didn't understand why he said something so easy to understand, but nodded in a daze.

Bai Ju said: "You are clever and sensible, you are more filial than I am to your parents, and you can also bring happiness to your father. The only reason you hate me is because this brother of mine stole your pet. I'll be leaving soon. I hope you can spend more time with my father on my behalf. I hope that when I come back in the future, I will be proud of having you as my younger brother. "You really are much better than me."

Bai Luo stared at him blankly. "Big brother …"

Bai Zhen pointed to the door and said, "Alright, let's talk later. Father and I have some things to say. You can go first."

Bai Luo replied, carefully looking at the ugly expression on Bai Yan Tang's face, then hurriedly bowed and left.