The girl in black walked deep into the alley. Occasionally, people would hang up festive red lanterns. Compared with other people, the girl in the veil hat had no family's elaborate preparations, no hidden clues, and she just broke into the town alone.
Not far from the alley, a young man in brocade clothes stood, holding a green jade seal in his hands. The size of a child's palm was engraved with dragons and tigers. Under the sunlight, it was shining, and there were faint rays of light in the jade seal. The young man in brocade clothes looked up and squinted at the treasure in his hand, his face intoxicated.
Beside him, a tall old man knelt on one knee, carefully wiping the dirt on the boy's boots with his sleeves.
In fact, the young man in brocade clothes had already discovered the strange girl from the corner of his eye. She wore a shallow veil hat, a green sheathed narrow knife, and a steady pace. It was obvious that she would never be a local in the town.
However, the young man in brocade clothes didn't care at all. He still carefully looked at the ancient jade seal that had been silent for a thousand years. Deep in his heart, he even hoped that the girl would have the idea of stealing the treasure, otherwise it would be too boring.
Anyway, he had already obtained two things, and the harvest was far more abundant than expected. If he didn't find something to do, he would have to leave with the old slave. For this young man, he would feel that something was missing.
It was like he was in that home thousands of miles away from the town, wearing a golden nine-dragon robe, but unfortunately, it was still missing a claw.
When coming to this town, each selected person can bring three tokens, which are put into brocade bags and embroidered bags. Before that, they gave a bag to the gatekeeper, which was a toll that must be paid. No matter how high or low the gatekeeper's status is, no matter how dilapidated the city gate is, even if it is a monarch of a country or a patriarch of a sect, they must follow this rule honestly. The remaining two brocade bags mean that you can only take two treasures out of the town. Otherwise, no matter how many treasures you find here, you must return them one by one. The tokens in the bags are three kinds of copper coins with special shapes. They are the lucky money used by the common people to celebrate the raising of the beam, the spring money hung on the peach charms in the palace every year, and the offering money held in the palm of the City God statue. They are called copper coins, but in fact they are made of rare and precious gold. For most ordinary people "down the mountain", even official silver is not common, let alone a bag of heavy "gold", which is enough to make people willing to sell heirlooms.
The young man in brocade clothes studied the three kinds of copper coins that were not recorded in official history all the way, but he could not figure out any way.
In front of him, a girl with a cold aura walked straight forward, ignoring the master and servant in the alley.
The young man in brocade clothes changed his mind at the last minute, put away the jade seal, put it into a cloth bag that he had prepared long ago, and hung it around his waist, but he still stood in the middle of the alley, showing no intention of giving way.
The tall, fair-skinned old man also stood up, and said in a soft voice: "Your Highness, this man is a master of martial arts, and you must not take it lightly. If it were outside the town, you would not care. But here, even my body that practices pure martial arts is constantly suppressed by this world, which is extremely uncomfortable. Once I use all my strength to circulate my breath and open my acupoints, it will be like the backflow of rivers and seas, and the meridians and acupoints will be flooded, and it will be out of control. At that time, my death will be a small matter, but the safety of Your Highness will be a big matter. If due to my poor care, the great cause of Your Highness's cultivation will have a little flaw, how can I explain to His Majesty and the Queen when I go back?"
The young man in brocade clothes said mischievously: "Grandpa Wu, you have become more talkative after leaving the palace. In the past, you kept repeating the same few words all year round in the palace, which was worse than the stupid parrot raised by my sister."
The old man called himself "our family", and he was servile in his bones, especially proud of it in his heart. He could only be a loyal eunuch in the palace.
Seeing that the young master didn't seem to understand his implication, he had to be more straightforward: "Your Highness, this person in the alley is here, and he may pose a threat to Your Highness."
The young man in brocade clothes smiled lazily: "Although I have heard that there are all kinds of people on the road of cultivation, many evil ways, and more side ways, but she and I are just a chance encounter. She is going to kill people for treasures just because of the money? It's unlikely, right? If everyone on the mountain is like this, wouldn't the world be in chaos long ago?"
The old man sighed. The dynasty below the mountain and the immortal family on the mountain are seemingly in harmony, but in fact they hate each other.
The young man in brocade clothes was somewhat disheartened, "Forget it, forget it. It's not a manly thing to put this bad debt on a girl."
The girl walked up to him and held the hilt of the knife with her left hand.
The young man in brocade clothes smiled, turned sideways, and motioned the girl to go first.
The girl in black clothes also slowed down her pace a little, turned slightly sideways, and her eyes behind the veil were full of vigilance.
When the old eunuch found the girl's injured hands wrapped in cotton cloth, he couldn't help but frown.
"How dare you!"
Suddenly, the old man shouted angrily, like a spring thunder, his feet seemed to slide, and the tall figure came in front of the young man in brocade clothes. The old man leaned back lightly, pushed the boy against the wall of the alley with clever strength, and at the same time opened the five fingers of his left hand.
A dull thumping sound came from the palm of his hand.
It turned out that someone used a stone as a hidden weapon and smashed it at the side of the young man's head.
The sound was amazing, and the force was almost enough to penetrate a wall.
The old man crushed the fist-sized stone in his palm, but he did not kill the assassin, but punched the black-clothed girl with his right hand.
The girl with the hanging knife hesitated for a moment, and forcibly suppressed the instinct to draw the knife, but tilted her head, just avoiding this powerful and powerful punch.
The strong wind of the fist instantly blew the girl's veil.
The tall old man changed his straight punch into a sweeping punch, and his fist hit the girl's head.
The punch was round and smooth, without any stagnation.
The girl had to quickly raise her arms, put the backs of her hands together, and protect them outside her ears, presenting a cross-staggered defensive posture, blocking the front of the punch.
The next moment, the girl slid sideways for more than ten steps.
The girl exhaled lightly, stretched out the hand with blood seeping through the cotton cloth, and straightened the veil on her head that was a little tilted.
She was a little angry.
The girl turned around and looked at the tall old man who looked around, and said in a serious tone: "If it weren't for me, he would have been dead."
The old man ignored her, but compared with before, this old eunuch who was experienced in assassination and sneak attack had reduced the degree of harm to the girl to the second place, and the first place was given to the person who attacked on the other side of the alley.
Of course, in addition to the master and servant, there were only two real outsiders in the alley.
On the other side of the alley, stood a tall and thin masked man.
His arms were extremely thick, and his bulging muscles were like iron balls.
There were two bags hanging around his waist, filled with round objects.
He stood there, as if to say that the previous sneak attack was just a reminder.
When the cold eyes swept over the girl,
The man grinned, stuck out his tongue, and looked at her with a fiery look.
The girl laughed and said two words.
"Come back!"
As soon as the words fell.
A sword passed over her head.
The flying sword came to the girl and spun around her rapidly, like a child acting like a spoiled child.
She said angrily: "Get lost!"
The flying sword flashed away.
The master and servant were stunned.
The old eunuch was not shocked by the flying sword itself.
Instead, he was genuinely afraid that the girl could control the flying sword at will here.
This feeling made the old man trance, as if he had returned to his youth, when he first entered the palace, trembling with fear, and one day he looked at the senior in a red python costume walking under the palace wall from afar.
Of course, he was not in awe of the eunuch himself, whose name he didn't even know, but was afraid of the glaring scarlet.
After the young man in brocade clothes came to his senses, he smiled, full of self-mockery, took a step forward, and asked with concern: "Grandpa Wu, are you okay?"
The white-haired old eunuch had a heavy face and shook his head and said: "Be careful. If it doesn't work, our family will..."
The young man waved his hand quickly and asked: "How about we apologize?"
The old man was caught off guard, and then he was sad and angry and blamed himself.
The master humiliated the minister and died.
Especially the imperial family!
But the young man in brocade clothes had already smiled and said, "Grandpa Wu, if you do something wrong, it's not difficult to say sorry."
The old man still felt that this was inappropriate, and the young man in brocade clothes had already walked towards the girl.
In an instant, the old man was overwhelmed with emotions.
It turned out that there was no dirt on the boy's back.