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The faint smell of earth and the slight smell of blood wafted to his nose.

"Hoo —" The Supreme Mystery Scripture suddenly reined in the horse. The horse below him whinnied but didn't stand up. Instead, it took a few small steps back and stopped running.

His fingers probed into his clothes and felt the familiar coldness. Feeling a bit more at ease, the Supreme Mystery Scripture raised its voice and asked, "Who's blocking the way? Appear. Why do you need to hide?"

"As expected of the Supreme Profound Monarch, his hearing indeed surpasses others. Another three steps will be a trap. You will find out after taking five steps, so it is not surprising for you to be able to kill Eastern Tang. " A cold voice sounded. Dozens of figures descended in succession and surrounded a man and a horse.

The Supreme Mystery Scripture pulled the reins and patted the horse's neck, allowing the horse, which had been frightened by the murderous intent, to calm down. "West Tang, Beitang, long time no see." The bamboo hat covered half of his face, and an unruly smile could be seen at the corner of his lips. Could it be that you have not fully recovered from being hit by my palm? "

"Could it be that your injuries have recovered?"

The Supreme Mystery Scripture shrugged. "It's probably not that serious."

Yan Bugui, who was still dressed in yellow, smiled and said, "You injured Nan Tang and now you're seriously injured. Your injuries have yet to recover, and you're even forcing yourself to use force. How much of your strength can you recover in a short two months? You may be able to kill Eastern Tang, but with your current strength, it is impossible for you to escape us. "

The Great Mystery Scripture's gaze moved. His fingertips pressed down on the bamboo hat, covering the expression in his eyes. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"You want to know how we knew when you'd be passing through here?" Sick Wind helped Liu Ming smile, and the wound on his face had already been completely healed.

The Supreme Mystery Scripture nodded. "This is not the only way back to Wu Gou. Two months ago, I killed my way out of the East Pavilion. Now, I can completely leave that place. "How did you know when I passed by?"

Sick Wind lifted Liu Suo's chin and asked, "Are you really unable to guess it at all?"

The Great Mystery Scripture replied, "The reason for guessing is somewhat difficult to believe."

"Whether or not you believe me or not, the reason we're here is the only reason you've guessed it." Yan Bugui looked at him with a faint smile, as if he wanted to see the expression on his face.

The Supreme Mystery Scripture merely uttered an "oh" and there was no further reaction.

Sick Wind supported Liu and asked, "Aren't you angry?"

"Why should I be angry?" The Supreme Mystery Scripture raised its eyebrows in surprise. "Since I am in a life-and-death relationship with the Mausoleum of Books in the south of the city, I naturally do not doubt that they betrayed me. If they really betrayed me, then there must be a reason for it. Besides, if I can't get away from you guys today, what's the point of getting angry? "

Sick wind helped Liu Xiaoxiao smile. "I hope you really don't have any suspicions. "Alright, let's get back to the main topic. We came here today to seek an explanation."

With a flip of his hand, the Supreme Mystery Scripture unsheathed the saber blade from his robes and lightly flew down from the horse's back. With a flick of his sleeves, he leisurely landed on the ground, "Since you want an explanation, why don't you do it?" White cheeks, pale from loss of blood. He had not recovered from his injuries, but he did not show any signs of fear.

When Yan Bugui saw that he was going to make his move, he quickly said, "Our request is to ask for an explanation from you, Wu Gou. It's not asking for an explanation on behalf of you, Dongtang."

The ill wind that helped Liu Ming see him so easily say the reason for his visit, somewhat depressingly curled his lips.

The Great Mystery Scripture laughed as the short blade in his hand turned. There was a trace of contempt in his voice as he said, "Are you even worthy?"

Sickly Wind sneered, "Your life is entirely in our hands, and you still dare to be so arrogant?"

"Why would I not dare?" Taixuan's chin was slightly raised, and his face was covered by a bamboo hat. His faint disdain was especially dazzling, "This is the territory of the Hidden Words Hall of the Poison Hall. As long as we make a big commotion, the Hidden Words Hall will definitely find out. At that time, will I, who has never had enmity with the Poison Wine Hall, suffer, or will the Candle Wake Hall, which is now in conflict with them, suffer? "

Yan Bugui silently watched from the sidelines. The face of the Supreme Mystery Scripture was no different from the face he had seen in the forest that day — it was completely different from the face he had seen in the lantern festival. This appearance, although handsome and proud, it didn't have the slightest trace of Xia Chan. From her figure, appearance, voice, age, and temperament …

Whether it was Wen Wan or the Grand Mysterious Scripture, both of their appearances were vastly different from Xia Chan's. Yan Bugui had indeed touched the silver needle hidden in his hair. Such concealed silver needles, and their distribution was extremely regular. Other than disguising himself, Yan Bugui couldn't think of any other reason.

As an assassin, the Supreme Mystery Scripture had been hidden in darkness for a long time. Even if it was not easy to disguise, there would not be many people who would see his face and no one would talk about it. But Wen Wan was someone who walked in the sun. Using his disguise to show off meant that he had to endure the pain of the silver needles entering his body at all times.

The martial arts world was so big, how could the art of disguise be limited to just one or two techniques? With Xia Chan's ability, Wen Wan's wealth, and the network of people in the Supreme Mystery Scripture, which status wouldn't allow him to find an easier method to disguise himself?

The silver needle pierced the acupoint, but it was a serious injury to the body. The only advantage of using a silver needle to disguise oneself was that it would change one's face. If he did not draw the silver needle, it would not return to its original appearance. It is not easy to find the flaw, not easy to restore the original appearance, and the maintenance time is extremely long.

Xia Shouchuan was not a well-known figure, even in a moment of fame, after ten years of invisibility, the martial arts world had long forgotten about this person.

Ten years was a completely new world.

Then, what was the reason for why he would rather use a silver needle to disguise his face than reveal his true appearance? Who was he afraid of being seen? Who was he hiding from?

As one of the three major assassin's guilds, Wu Gou's position in the Book of Supreme Mystery was of great importance.

As the most influential merchant family in the country, the Wen family had an influential influence.

The Great Mystery Scripture was secretive and secretive, but his actions were by no means low-key.

Wen Wan did not care about the affairs of the martial arts world, but he was definitely not in the martial arts world.

He didn't even want to disappear from the martial arts world. He silently looked at the martial arts world, silently hiding in it, silently intervening in it.

This had shocked the entire martial arts world twice, and now, half of the world had been involved in this disaster. No one was allowed to leave this place. Xia Chan was Xia Ruyu's disciple, and was an indispensable part of the next calamity. He would eventually be dug out by an "old friend".

He did not want to hide, and he was not afraid of old friends finding him. Then, what was he hiding from?

While Yan Bugui was deep in thought, Sick Wind helped Liu Ming speak in a sullen voice, "You think I don't dare to?"

The Supreme Mystery Scripture smiled, "If you dare, I will accompany you."

"You …"

Yan Bugui held out his hand to stop Liu Feng. "It is not wise to take action here. Be careful."

The Supreme Mystery Scripture watched them silently.

The sickly wind made Liu Mu hesitate, he stopped and looked at the Supreme Mystery Scripture. "Why do you want to interfere in the matter of our Candle Stick Hall and the poison wine? Could it be that you all intend to start a war with us at this time of day? "

The corner of Taixuan's eyes curved up in a gentle smile, "How is that possible? "He was just hired by someone to get his revenge."

The sick wind helped Liu asked, "Who are you hired by? Where did this enmity come from? "

"Yah." The Supreme Mystery Scripture was extremely surprised. "As a famous assassination organization in the martial arts world, you don't know that keeping your employer's identity confidential is your duty as an assassin?"

The sick wind made Liu momentarily speechless. Yan Bugui said blandly, "We don't care who your employer is. We only need to know how many times you have targeted Candle, and how many of your assassins have killed our men. What does that mean?"

The Supreme Mystery Scripture made a soft sound and said, "It was you who sent the challenge letter, so I accepted it on behalf of my employer. You guys saw that I was the only one coming, yet you guys attacked me at the same time. I will win the battle with the Southern Palace Head first, and you guys will use poison to attack from behind without a sound. You went back on your word, went back on your word, and almost lost my life there — these, you won't admit your wrongs, will you? "

Sickly Wind supported Liu Xin and frowned, "Back then, you attacked with your killing move. You refused to give up until you had taken the order from the Southern Hall. It's not that we don't dare to admit defeat, it's just that you took action to counter our ace attack, forcing us to have no choice but to retaliate. "

The Supreme Mystery Scripture sneered, "The Southern Hall Master and I are both assassins. Since when did we have the habit of keeping people alive under the blade? Your challenge is a life and death letter, can't I kill him? I hate you guys to the bone. Since I won, I will naturally take his life. What's wrong with that? "If you dare to admit defeat, if you don't dare to accept death, I will listen."

The sickly wind supported Liu and Yan Bugui as they looked at each other. Seeing him shake his head slightly, they restrained their anger and said nothing.

The Supreme Mystery raised his hand and pointed the tip of his saber at their noses, laughing out loud, "As famous figures of the martial arts world, you actually dare to use such despicable methods. It's truly despicable. I share the same profession as you, and I am truly ashamed of myself. You used trickery to injure me, shouldn't I return it? He had brought upon himself the death of Dongtang. The assassins that Candle Yi died in the hands of my men, they were useless. "

"Assassins meet each other, incompetent ones die, what does this have to do with Candle Hook's fight?" The Supreme Mystery Scripture sneered, "Wu Gou Su is not an enemy of anyone, unless someone bullies me. The one who harmed the disciples in your hall was a subordinate of the Supreme Profound Scripture, not Wu Gou's subordinate. My revenge has been paid. In this month, I don't think any of my subordinates have hurt you all again, right? "

The two knew that his words were true, so they naturally could not retort.

"Of course," replied Taixuan. "If Candle Ye and Wu Gou fight, Wu Gou will naturally accompany him. If you all plan on going through a few blows with me to vent your anger, then go back and tell your hall master that this will be done with and you will have to wait to return the favor. "

The diseased wind helped the willow cluck its teeth and was about to erupt.

"The hall master ordered that we should investigate Wu Gou's intentions and not cause any more trouble." Yan Bugui blocked him with a horizontal step and quietly gave him a look.

Sick Wind helped Liu Ming hesitate for a moment, then swallowed his words back down. He nodded and said, "Since that's the case, then I hope that we can put aside our past grudges and focus on our future."

The Supreme Mystery Scripture climbed onto the horse and lightly pulled its reins. The horse whinnied and was a little irritable. He sat on the horse steadily, his gaze indifferent. "The chaos in the martial arts world is bound to affect our forces. It is not wise to face each other with swords and spears now." If you do not offend me, then I will not offend you. I hope that you all will be more prudent in your actions. "

Yan Bugui cupped his fist in respect, "I shall remember the words of the Grand Xuan Lord. I hope that you will not forget what you have said today."

When the Supreme Mystery Scripture heard his words, it gave a slight smile, "Wu Gou Ye will definitely have a battle, but it won't be now. The two hall masters need not worry." With a flick of the reins, the horse easily passed through the mechanism on the ground. He lightly pulled on the reins, and the horse slightly paused. He took this opportunity to clasp his hands together and return the greeting to Yan Bugui, "Head of the Northern Palace, I hope that you can enlighten me when we meet in the future." Without waiting for his reply, he kicked the horse and galloped away.

Sick Wind supported Liu Xin as he watched him walk away. He suddenly let out a bitter laugh, "Actually, I was just planning to hurt him a bit. This person cannot be killed, killing him would only anger Wu Gou thoroughly. "

Yan Bugui murmured, "I'm afraid if I can't kill him, it will be the end of the world."

"If he insists on leaving, I'm afraid he won't be able to stop him."

Yan Bugui smiled helplessly and said, "I can only say that I am glad that we did not come here to kill him."

Liu Qingmei looked in the direction of the Supreme Mystery Scripture as her lips curled up, "The poisonous fog you set off didn't affect that horse that much."

Yan Bugui rubbed his chin and said, "From the looks of it, ordinary people would not be able to smell the poison mist. Unless this person is good at using poison and is extremely sensitive to taste. "

Sick Wind helped Liu Wei become slightly startled. "I've never heard about the Great Mystery Scripture."

Yan Bugui said, "Judging from how Dongtang and his subordinates died that day, he shouldn't be adept in using poison."

"I've never heard of a hitman who has mastered the art of riding so well." Sick Wind helped Liu Xin narrow her eyes and smiled, "You are already the most skilled assassin I've ever seen. However, that horse that was casually taken away by the 'drunkard' is much better than the mount of the Supreme Mystery Scripture. "

Yan Bugui cast a sidelong glance at him and said calmly, "His riding skill is indeed outstanding. I feel that I am inferior to him."

The sickly wind that helped Liu was just casually teasing him, seeing that he did not have any reaction and instead had a bit of a disheartening thought, "You don't feel the slightest bit of pity for that horse of yours? It's fine if it's a Thousand-Li Horse, but it was raised. However, it's been fed with countless medicinal herbs, and it was taken away just like that. "

Yan Bugui didn't seem to mind. "It's just a horse. If the [Intoxicating Golden Light] discovers its wonders, it wouldn't be a waste of the herbs I feed it."

Sick Wind supported Liu Xin and couldn't help but twitch his mouth, "Horses are not a pity, the herbs are not a waste, but we're missing a BMW, adding a smug mount to the vintage, how could we be happy?"

Yan Bugui seemed to have something on his mind, and he was not in the mood to joke around. He could only reply with a casual tone, "I'm not feeling happy either."

"…" He turned his head to look at Liu Ming. Seeing him looking absentmindedly in the direction where the Supreme Mystery Scripture had left, Liu Ming could not help but sigh, "The East Peak is no longer here. I'm afraid that there won't be anyone left to talk about drinking wine from now on."

Yan Bugui came back to his senses and his expression slightly changed. However, seeing that the sickly wind seemed to be helping the willow, he was relieved. "I've been to the east hall for a long time, this is the first time I've heard your sigh."

"Is that so? I didn't notice. " Sick Wind supported Liu Gan and looked down at his hands. After a while, he suddenly said, "It's the same as when Beitang died. Just like how you would never have thought that such a person would die as well. "

Yan Bugui was stunned.

Sick wind supported Liu Chi's mischievous smile: "I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about that … An incredibly strong guy. Even after all this time, I still cannot believe that someone like that would die such a horrible death. "

Yan Bugui revealed a wry smile unconsciously and said, "Yes, I know. I once saw the death of such a person. "A powerful person whom I have never been able to chase in my life has died like a pile of mud …"

"Would you feel sad if someone as important as Dongtang died before you became a killer?" The sickly wind asked Liu Yang, somewhat absent-mindedly lost in thought.

Yan Bugui thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes."

"How sad?"

Yan Bugui pondered for a moment and gave an answer that even he himself felt was a bit ridiculous. "He might be crying."

The sickly wind startled Liu Ming, and then he began to laugh loudly. When he was about to burst into tears from laughing, he suddenly stopped laughing and held his forehead with his hand, "That guy is the same as me, a person my parents did not want. The difference is that I was abandoned because my parents didn't want me. As for him, his parents were dead, and he didn't even have a chance to meet them. I've been with that guy since I was about six or seven. They ate cold steamed buns together, got beaten up together, practiced martial arts together, killed together, drank wine together … I once thought that it was normal for him to be by my side. "

Me, I never thought he'd die. Dead while I was alive." The sick wind lifted Liu Chang's head and looked at the sky, sighing, "When you brought his corpse back, I didn't even feel anything. At that time, it was as if he had seen Beitang's corpse. That guy had just said, "I'm dead." Then, Beitang Zi became a title, not a person who had lived for a long time. The East Peak is probably just a form of address to me, right?

Yan Bugui was silent. Then, he nodded. "Maybe."

"Heh." Sick Wind supported Liu Ming's smile and somewhat mockingly said, "If I become an assassin, will I really have no heart?"

Yan Bugui shook his head. "I don't know."

"That's true. After all, you are not a real killer." Sick Wind helped Liu Yi up onto the horse and raised his eyebrows, "Let's go."

Yan Bugui mounted his horse. The instant before the horse moved, he suddenly asked, "Is it because I have thoughts?"

Sick Wind helped Liu Xiao laugh, "Because you're not willing to die." He shook the reins and dashed away.

Yan Bugui thought for a while, chuckled as if he had realized something, and followed up.