CH 53

At dusk, the distant mountains were dyed crimson.

The crimson clouds dyed the sky and the mountains together, like blood overflowing from the sky.

Yan Feichi is running for his life.

He has been gifted since he was young. At a young age, he mastered the Jinghong Dao handed down in his family. Few of the general Jianghu masters can survive twenty moves under his hands.

But at this time, he was running for his life, like a panicked rabbit.

He was originally the only son of Yan Xing, the head of the Jiangnan Escort Bureau organisation. When going out, there is always a big commotion, using only the most carefully chosen clothing and food. The sword he carries is enough to buy an entire restaurant, and even the carriage he travels in is not a different one every day.

But at the moment, even if his father was still alive, he wouldn’t be able to recognize him if he stood in front of him. Even a beggar with unkempt hair, dirty face and ragged clothes wouldn’t look as dishevelled as him.

The horse under him was whining, and Yan Feichi whipped down more fiercely, not caring that this beloved horse, which he once regarded as a treasure, became blood-stained and bruised.

Behind him the sound of the chasers gradually drew nearer. The murderous atmosphere permeated with the crimson clouds.

At last, the horse could no longer stand it. With a loud neigh it fell to the ground.

Yan Feichi was flung to the ground. Ignoring everything else, he rolled on the spot at the moment of landing, rose from the ground on his toes, and his whole person rushed forward.

He was sure that in the past 18 years, his qi gong skills have never been as fast or as proficient.

Through the dense forest and winding path, Yan Feichi saw a dilapidated temple.

Twilight spread like blood on the temple.

Yan Feichi couldn’t tell whether what he saw was the afterglow of the sunset or the blood gushing from his body.

He could not hold on any longer and staggered inside with his body full of injuries.

At this time, Yan Feichi found that there was someone in the temple.

A pair of master and servant.

The middle-aged man dressed as a servant was unremarkable, collecting firewood on the ground.

His entire person seemed mediocre, looking like a woodcutter lost in the mountains, but his palms were firm and powerful. The movements of collecting firewood were fast and calm, and his smooth fingertips were not scratched at all.

It is not easy to have a blemish free pair of hands. A person with such hands is not a simple person.

The identity of a person who can have such an expert as his servant is naturally even more remarkable.

Yan Feichi seemed to grab a life saving straw and tried his best to take a few more steps towards the place where the two were, before staggering and falling: “Save save me”

He looked up and the rest of his words became stuck in his throat.

The servant who was previously collecting firewood, stood covering most of his master behind him, and Yan Feichi could only see a section of flawless white sleeves.

But at this time, Yan Feichi finally saw the face of the master.

He is a very young and handsome young man.

With an indifferent expression, he sat quietly under the altar, dressed in snow-white his clothes casually spread on the dry straw. His manner was also a little casual, giving the illusion that he sat in a golden hall and a jade palace. The statues of gods on the altar have all become poor fakes in comparison.

Even at this desperate time, Yan Feichi could not help but marvel that there are such people in this world.

Even burdened with serious injuries, his mind relaxed. When Yan Feichi stumbled and fell, his body rushed forward uncontrollably and fell towards the young man.

For a moment, an untimely thought came to his mind: “I haven’t washed for a few days. If I am cut to death here, I won’t by the hands of the enemy, but will die here instead.”

Yan Feichi’s untimely worry is obviously superfluous.

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He didn’t have a chance to get close to the young man, a piece of firewood suddenly protruded from the slanted ground and he tripped.

Then, a strong palm lifted his collar and pulled him ten steps away from the young man before dropping him.

Yan Feichi was thrown to the ground, and watched the unmemorable middle-aged servant clean up the young man’s body, lit the firewood, and with no demeanour of a master, stood by like a loyal vicious dog.

“Young master, should I deal with this person?”

He looked at Yan Feichi in disdain, bowed his head respectfully to the young master, and spoke softly, but with a murderous air.

It seems that as long as the young man gently nods his head, he will take Yan Feichi’s life without hesitation.

It would be no more troublesome than picking up firewood.

Yan Feichi was so nervous that he could hardly breathe.

The young man in white looked at him and said, “This ruined temple is not my  property, since we have the fate to meet, there is no need to beat and kill. It will spoil the scenery.”

Yan Feichi let out a sigh of relief, his eyes showed a touch of gratitude. As he was about to speak, his face suddenly changed.

In the converging twilight, the fragrance of plum blossoms suddenly wafted in. A murderous aura wafts along with the fragrance of the flowers everywhere like the twilight.

He slowly stood up with his sword and looked at the direction of the temple door, a helpless sigh fell from his mouth:

“Young master, you are so generous. Yan mou1 really wished he had become acquainted with such a young master sooner. It’s a pity that someone has come to spoil our fun.”

In the light, several figures appeared at the door.

They are three men in purple.

Several people stood at the door in formation, their clothes were made of fine silk. Even the sword at their waists shone with a cold lustre, the handle of the sword was inlaid with several huge gems, looking extraordinary. At first glance they didn’t look like killers, but more like young masters from a rich family.

The three men wore the same iron mask covering half of their faces, exposing only one of their eyes. Their body shapes were very similar, and they looked like brothers born from the same womb.

“Young master Yan of the escort bureau, please.”

The man in purple standing in the middle slowly pulled out his sword. His tone was very polite, but his action was not.

“Someone is waiting for you.”

Yan Feichi held the handle of the sword tightly and said coldly, “Who is that person? Who ordered you to do this?”

He sighed: “It costs at least one hundred taels of gold to commission a purple killer, and there are three. Which person is so rich?”

“In our line of work, the most important thing is to be tight-lipped.” The purple-clothed man shook his head lightly, “If the young master Yan of the escort bureau wants to know, it’s better to ask in person.”

When the last word fell, the three men almost simultaneously swung their swords. The timing, action, and even the strength of the swing of the swords were all integrated, and the high tacit understanding completely surrounded Yan Feichi in the middle.

Three sword lights trapped him.

“If I don’t want to go, you can’t take me away”

Yan Feichi gave a sharp cry, and veins burst out on his face. Regardless of the blood bursting from his body, he drew his sword to meet them. Against the terrifying momentum he did not hesitate to meet the sword light in a desperate posture.

In doing so, he is turning passive into active. The three men who had only intended to capture him alive were in a bind.

For a moment, the scene was at a stand still.

Suddenly, a faint fragrance wafted within the temple.

The two master and servant, who were ignored by both sides at the same time, lit the firewood and were roasting a fat rabbit. The forgettable middle-aged servant brought out a neat pile of seasoning, rotating the rabbit with one hand and spreading the seasoning evenly with the other.

With the sound of “Zizi”, the more intense fragrance spread. It was unknown who “gulped” a mouthful of saliva.

The faces of the three men in purple have changed completely. Half of the faces exposed under the mask began to turn red and twisted, and their eyes became even more angry.

As if they have suffered unbearable humiliation.

The middle man in purple, who was the leader, hissed: “If you don’t want to leave, then stay here forever.”

Before his voice fell, a sword light flew from the airtight sword net, and cut straight toward the two men, bringing them both into the attack range.

The sword light is like a dense storm, and also like thunder and lightning exploding in the sky, one after another.

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Surging airflow set off a strong wind, and the flames in front of the two people surged up. The servant who was quietly roasting meat suddenly raised his palm.

Sparks flew out all over the sky and hit the three purple-clothed men with incomparable precision, forcing the three of them to draw their swords back to defend. His figure suddenly disappeared in place, like a silent ghost.

The twilight has completely turned to darkness, and in the darkness, suddenly there are several sounds of “dangdang”. The servant didn’t say a word from the beginning to the end, but he looked more like a professional killer than the men in purple. When his figure disappeared into the darkness, it gave the three men a bad premonition.

And these people’s premonitions were not wrong.

When the fire lit up again, the three people in purple had fallen to the ground forever.

After doing this, An Yan went back to the fire and continued to roast the fat rabbit slowly.

It seems that this matter is more important than anything else.

Yan Feichi collapsed on the ground, and faintly heard the mysterious young man on the side sigh: “These are killers from Tianyi Pavilion who regard other people’s lives as worthless, so their own lives are also  unimportant.”

“Young master is correct, it’s ridiculous to be in the business of taking money for a life, yet still can’t put down dignity, honour and disgrace. “

An Yan thought so. He is a great expert among assassins. If it were him, he would prioritise the assassination and would never be disturbed by other factors.

However, the Tianyi Pavilion seems to have some connection with the Seven Emotions Sect. This may be the difference in style between the two veins of heaven and human.

He nodded and sighed: “It seems that will be a long way to go to rebuild Tianyi Pavilion in the future.”

Hearing this, Yan Feichi could no longer control the question marks above his head. He slowly applied himself with golden medicine, then slowly sat up from the ground and saluted the two.

“Thank you for your help. Yan Mou is very grateful.”

However, he could not restrain his curiosity after listening to this young man talking about how to reform the Tianyi Pavilion. How to reform the vicious assassination organisation?

Thinking so, he asked.

The other party answered happily: “Not necessarily now, but in the future. Sooner or later they will listen to me.”

Yuan Buwei’s tone was confident, and there was even a calm smile on his lips.

The three veins and nine sects of the Devil school have been classified as private property by him in advance. They are all his future tool people.

When he thought of this, he was deeply distressed that the three people in purple who overestimated themselves and seeked death. Just like a vegetable farmer who saw vegetables rotting in his field.

Three tools will be lost in vain before they could be put into his pocket. These tool people are too careless with themselves. In the future, he must strengthen their ideological education and ensure sustainable development and reusability.

1 Yan mou = 某, I (self-address after one’s surname)