C4

The gentle breeze once again blew past the far away town escort office. The big tree next to the escort office seemed to match the dead silence as the leaves began to fall one by one.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"

A man in black came from the west. In the blink of an eye, he had climbed up the walls of the town's distant escort office. He used the green leaves to hide his figure.

The man looked around the office and made sure there was no one around. He then jumped off and landed in the yard.

Qian Youdao's corpse was still kneeling in the open courtyard. When the black-clothed man saw it, a look of confusion appeared in his eyes, but because his face was covered by a black veil, his expression could not be clearly seen.

But when he saw the dagger in Qian Youdao's heart, he put it away.

He walked up to Qian Wudao and took a breath. Then he felt Qian Wudao's pulse on his neck to make sure that Qian Wudao was dead.

He activated his qinggong and began to wander around the town's distant escort office. He turned around and saw the open stables and wooden railing. He then closed it.

He went back to the money shop and pulled out the dagger. At the same time, his eyes narrowed. He carefully picked up the hair that the white-robed youth had lost not long ago.

The man in black took out two pieces of black cloth from his sleeve and wrapped them around his dagger and hair. He then climbed up the wall to make sure he didn't leave anything out and then left the Zhen Yuan Escort Office.

… …. Within Misty Castle.

Dense steam emerged from the blue and white porcelain cup and instantly dissipated into the human sound waves.

Compared to the other places, the top floor of the Smokey Pavilion was extremely quiet, especially the private room in the innermost area.

Inside the private room, there was a screen that divided the room into two parts. Inside the room, there was a window with one of the eyes slightly closed …

The old man was looking out the window, but his hand was drumming on the table.

There were two pieces of black cloth on the table. There were a few strands of hair on the black cloth and a dagger. It was the item that the man in black had taken from the Zhen Yuan Escort Office just now.

On the other side of the screen, the man in black from before was kneeling on one knee in front of the screen.

However, the current him had already removed his mask, revealing a long scar on his face.

The sunlight shone in through the window and was separated by the screen. It was as if the old man was standing in the sunlight while the black-clothed person was hiding in the darkness.

Neither of them spoke, and the only sound that could be heard was the knocking of the old man on the table.

"In addition, your subordinate also found out that Chief Escort Qian was killed and that someone was calling from the stables." The man in black answered calmly.

"Oh?" The old man picked up the dagger, scrutinized it in the sunlight, and said, "Ah, I think so too. "That kid..."

"Old master knows people who kill people?" The man in black was shocked and puzzled.

"Think about it, who was causing trouble in front of our door?"

"It's him?" Is it that youth? "

The man in black came to a realization and then broke out into a cold sweat, "So... Recently, he had wiped out all the five great sects in the martial arts world... Is it this young man as well? "

"Yes, it's him, 'White Robe' Yang Muyun!" Liu Bo An picked up the cup of tea in front of him and took a sip.

"Then, doesn't he always leave his name on the spot? "Why is it happening this time?" the man in black asked.

"Bam!" Liu Bo'an slammed his teacup on the table.

When the man in black heard this, he immediately stopped talking and lowered his head.

He was well aware of his master's temper. If he did such a thing, it would mean that his problem was already very stupid. The lord no longer wanted to continue this topic.

"Whew ~ ~" Liu Boan let out a long breath, "Hong Lei, it's been eight years since you followed me, right?"

"Eight years and three months." The black-clothed man known as Hong Lei replied immediately.

"You remember that very clearly." Liu Bo An looked out of the window, but it was unknown what he was thinking.

"Originally, eight years ago, you had the opportunity to be promoted to the rank of general, but I asked for you to be my personal bodyguard. Have you ever been unwilling?"

"This subordinate dares not. The lord has treated this subordinate with great kindness all these years. This subordinate does not have any complaints."

"Now that there's a chance, let me ask you, do you still want to become a general?"

The Great Yu Dynasty established their country with martial arts. The High Ancestor Emperor Murong Yunhai was well aware of the importance of military power.

Thus, at the beginning of the founding of the kingdom, in order to control the military power and to protect the hearts of the soldiers, Emperor Gao Zu had only conferred sixteen military titles of generals and above.

When it came to the Keeper Emperor, the military power was concentrated. The sixteen generals were reduced to twelve, and two of them had no real power.

Since rare things were valuable, it wasn't hard to see how rare and high the position of a general in the realm of great Yu was.

Hong Lei was kneeling quietly on the ground. He did not speak, but from his eyes, one could tell how agitated he was.

Liu Bo An didn't say anything and stood up. He took out a token from his body and threw it to Hong Lei on the other side of the screen.

Hong Lei had been practicing martial arts for many years. Naturally, he was able to easily receive that token.

"With this, you can mobilize the Windraiser Realm without the need for another five thousand soldiers and horses. "Remember, as long as you capture that youth in front of me, you will be my general." Liu Bo'an said.

Hong Lei looked at Liu Bo'an's figure inside the screen and kowtowed twice. He held the army medallion and slowly left the private room.

He didn't ask Liu Boan where he got the token, nor did he ask for the white-robed youth's whereabouts, nor did he ask for the reason to capture the white-robed youth. All he knew was that he had to capture the white-robed youth.

"Little Yang, the fate of this time will depend on you." Liu Bo An looked at the distant mountains and clouds, shaking his head, "Someone, come."

The attendants outside heard Liu Bo'an's call and entered the private room. Just like Hong Lei, he stood outside the screen, waiting for orders.

"Pass my message to Old Liu Dingyi, ask him to personally deliver a good coffin to the Zhen Yuan Escort Office." Liu Bo'an said in a serious tone.

… ….

After Hong Lei left the restaurant, he did not rush to lead the troops. Instead, he returned to the Zhen Yuan Escort Office.

However, this time, he directly entered through the main door. The plaque of "First Bite" was hung in the middle of the hall in such an honorable manner.

However, its master had become just like him, ice-cold.

Hong Lei searched everywhere for Yang Muyun's name, but still couldn't find it.

When Yang Muyun killed the first five martial artists, he used different methods to leave behind his own name. Although he didn't know why, he didn't miss a single time.

But this time …

While Hong Lei was still confused, he suddenly noticed Qian Youdao behind him.

The back of the shirt that was torn apart by Yang Muyun's sword qi was clearly imprinted with seven words — Yang Muyun's Revenge has arrived.

At this time, the 'white-robed youth' Yang Muyun had already galloped his horse, and was already several dozen miles away from Windraiser City.

As he walked, he looked around. It was the beginning of spring, and both sides of the road were filled with beautiful spring colors.

For some reason, when Yang Muyun saw this beautiful scenery, his mood immediately became good. He immediately recited an ancient poem:

The late sun, the mountains, the spring breeze, the flowers, the fragrance. The mud melts into the swallow, the sand warms up and sleeps in the mandarin duck.

"Hahaha!" After Yang Muyun finished laughing, he pulled the reins and left.