Xuanxia

Chapter 377 Trump Card
"Damn it, Fu Qingzhou is such a shameless guy..."

In the carriage, the jade pendant trembled slightly, and the smoker's low murmurs could be heard.

"Isn't he just a coachman? What's the point of testing him? Can't you just drive him away? Why bother with so much effort? I'm using magic and playing tricks. It's embarrassing!"

"She even pretended to let Tang Jiao count her magic weapons... If she really had so many good things, she would be afraid of nothing. She went to such great lengths to trick a driver. She must be out of her mind!"

"You want me to drive the carriage? Who can be fooled? Who would attack an empty carriage? Do you really think these killers are stupid... Hey, there really is someone?"

In front of the empty carriage, a person was walking slowly.

This man held a long sword in each hand. He was not wearing black clothes and his face was not covered. He was actually an old Taoist priest. His Taoist robe fluttered in the wind and his long beard hung down to his chest. He looked like an immortal.

The carriage did not stop and continued to move forward.

The old Taoist smiled slightly, looked at the carriage getting closer and closer, and said loudly: "Poor Taoist..."

He was halfway through his words when a black gas that was almost invisible to the naked eye suddenly rushed out and passed through his body at an unimaginable speed!
The old Taoist priest's smile froze on his face, and the blood color on his face quickly disappeared.

Only after the carriage passed by him did the two swords in his hands slowly fall to the ground.

Afterwards, he slowly knelt down, fell to the ground, and died.

A disdainful voice floated faintly from the departing carriage.

"Idiot..."

……

"On Fu Qingzhou's side, Meng Yuan, the four sisters of the Mu family, and even Taoist Master Chen Feng, who you had high hopes for, are all dead."

Outside the capital, in a small village hidden in the mountains, there is a small teahouse.

The evening breeze blew by, the candlelight flickered slightly, and also blew away the hot smoke rising from the teacup.

Next to the tea table, a man in a black robe and a black hat reached out and picked up the teacup.

A black curtain hung down from the edge of his dark hat, hiding his face.

He passed the teacup into the black curtain, took a sip, and said without a trace of emotion in his voice: "All those who chased Wu Yan are dead, even the Seventh Realm Frost Pool Swordsman is dead."

"Who else is next?"

Sitting opposite him was a person who was shaking constantly.

The man was dressed quite luxuriously and was a middle-aged man with a rather wealthy appearance. The ring on his hand alone was worth at least several thousand taels. Even if he was not a big shot, he was at least a wealthy businessman.

But at this moment, in front of the man in the black hat, his face was pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his body was shaking constantly.

Hearing the question, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand, holding a silk scarf in his hand, wiping the sweat from his forehead, and said in a trembling voice: "There are only, only three people left who can still take action."

"Send them all out."

The man in the black hat put down his teacup and said calmly, "After you finish this, your business will be over."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man not only did not show any joy, but his body trembled even more violently. He asked in a low voice: "What if, what if, what if we can't kill them before they enter the capital?"

"Then, let's go to Beijing and kill them."

The man in the black hat said calmly: "You have to pay attention to this matter."

"I will pay attention to it, I will pay attention to it, I will pay attention to it..." The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and lowered his head.

Having said that, he stood up suddenly and strode out of the teahouse.

In the small mountain village, a middle-aged man walked quickly with a gloomy face.

Soon, he passed through pavilions, rockery and flowing water, came to a small building and pushed open the door.

Inside the room, there were three people, two men and one woman, each sitting in a corner of the room. The two men were an ugly old man with bald spots on his head, and the other was a thin and handsome middle-aged scholar.

The ugly old man was huddled in a corner, with his back to the door, doing something unknown; the middle-aged scholar was sitting upright on a chair, holding a book in his hands, reading quietly.

As for the woman, she was an extremely beautiful and sexy lady. Her white gauze dress made her look like an immortal. However, her face was too beautiful and looked a little unnatural and stiff.

"Mr. Lang."

Seeing the middle-aged man coming, the woman curled her lips and said with a smile: "Finally, you are going to use us?"

"Hmph..." The middle-aged man Lang Yuanwai was not as reserved and afraid as he was in front of the black hat man. Instead, he was quite majestic: "Raise the soldiers for a thousand days and use them for a moment. Just go ahead and kill them."

"You are wrong, sir." The middle-aged scholar smiled and closed the book, saying, "We are just taking what we need, how can we talk about raising troops and using them?"

The ugly old man also smiled, slowly stood up, turned around and said, "Scholar, I have to say something for the official... Without him, you would have been killed by the Palm Sword Academy; and I would have been poisoned to death by the Ten Thousand Poisons Mountain a thousand times; our little sister should have died at the hands of her father a long time ago."

"He gave us a second life, so what if we add fuel to his wealth, fame and fortune? It's only natural for people in the martial arts world to repay a favor."

The middle-aged scholar smiled slightly and did not refute: "Senior Wu is right."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense."

Lang Yuanwai said in a deep voice: "Split your troops into two groups, and go after Wu Yan... and Wu Yan's woman separately."

"Wu Yan, the assassin of Xiyu Pavilion, I am very interested in him." The beautiful woman stroked her face with her fingers, her eyes full of morbid enthusiasm and lust: "I really want to know if his body is colder and more... sweeter than others?"

Mr. Lang looked at her and said, "Yuan Ji, go and kill Wu Yan's woman."

The beautiful woman, Yuan Ji, was startled when she heard the words. Dissatisfaction was revealed in her eyes, but her tone was like a spoiled child: "Why, Mr. Lang, I want to kill a man."

"You are the strongest of the three."

Mr. Lang said in a deep voice: "Wu Yan's woman is now protected by Fu Qingzhou."

"Fu... Qingzhou?" Yuan Ji's eyes lit up: "Qianlong? Fu Qingzhou?"

"It's him."

Mr. Lang nodded: "But you can't kill him."

"Why?" Yuan Ji frowned: "I want to kill him!"

"Don't ask. You can kill everyone else except him." Mr. Lang did not give her a chance to refute. He turned his gaze to the ugly man and the middle-aged scholar: "Old Man Wu, Scholar Yin, you guys deal with Wu Yan."

"You're using a butcher knife to kill a chicken."

Old Man Wu shook his head and said, "A killer of the fifth realm actually wants two of us of the eighth realm to kill him?"

"The number of Sixth Realm masters who died at his hands is too many to count with two hands." Lang Yuanwai said calmly, "Even if it's the Seventh Realm, there are still five fingers to count."

Yin Xiucai laughed and said, "Since the master has made such an appointment, he must have his reasons... Let's just do our work."

"The most important reason for assigning you is..."

Lang Yuanwai said in a deep voice: "If you can't find an opportunity to kill someone outside the capital, you must chase him into the capital and kill him there."

After these words were spoken, the three masters stopped laughing.

Mr. Yin's face darkened, Old Man Wu narrowed his eyes, and Yuan Ji frowned.

"Hello, Mr. Lang."

After a while, Yuan Ji spoke first: "Do you know how dangerous it is to go into the capital and kill someone?"

"Otherwise, why would I look for you?" Lang snorted, "You don't have to rush to do it, but you must kill him within three months!"

(End of this chapter)