A dilapidated Jianlou Inn in an alley in Xizhimen.

A man wearing black clothes and a face covering was sitting at a table in the west wing of the inn on the second floor.

In the entire huge room, only one candle was lit on the Eight Immortals table, and a pot of green plums was placed on the Eight Immortals table.

A lamp is like a bean, and the man in black is like a statue, motionless, but the oil-wick light is swaying, reflecting on the face of the man in black, like the smile of death.

Suddenly, there was a creaking sound from the windows, and one of them opened outwards with a very light movement.

"Coming?" The man in black didn't even look at the window.

Another petite man in black jumped in from the window. He also wore a mask to cover his mouth and nose. He was slender and obviously a woman. He was dressed in martial arts attire and had black piercings on his legs and hands.

Rope, holding a long stick-like object in his hand. The room was very dark, and if it weren't for those eyes, you wouldn't be able to tell where someone was.

The woman in black replied: "Yes, sir." She turned around and closed the window gently.

"There is a letter here. After you read it, follow the rules. Also, I will give you this ingot of silver for emergency use first. You can tell me later if you need it." After saying that, the man in black took the ingot of silver from his pocket.

He took it out and pressed a letter on the table.

"Yes", the woman in black responded softly.

"I have rented this room and the left and right wings for a long time. You can live here or find a place by yourself. If you want to find me, put a message outside the window you just came in from.

A pot of pothos, I know."

"Yes, sir"

"Are you staying here today?" the woman asked.

"No, I'm leaving." The man in black stood up and hugged the woman in black. He kissed the woman's forehead lightly.

The man in black went directly to the window. He first poked his head to make sure there was no one outside. Then he put his hand hard on the window sill and the person floated out of the window like a ghost.

The woman in black sat down and opened the letter.

She read in a very soft voice: "Escort Yang Lian to the imperial prison, and be on guard against anyone sent by Ji Liao. Kill him without mercy."

After reading the letter, the woman in black let out a long sigh, put her hands on the table and held her chin, and sat there for a long time without any movement.

After a while, the woman in black lit the letter on the candle, threw it on the ground, and watched helplessly as the letter turned into ashes.

She stood up and left, just like the man in black, she also left through the window, with the same skill and the same ghostly appearance.

The woman in black is the famous Feixue.

No one could have imagined that Feixue would be a frail woman. Her thin body did not match her peerless martial arts.

She is like a killing machine, performing tasks according to instructions, simple and pure.

Fei Xue was originally a peasant girl with an ordinary background. Under the training of her husband, she developed astonishing martial arts skills.

She has been practicing close-quarters bunt attacks since she was a child. She does not have snow-white arms, nor does she have a beautiful face.

Since she was seven or eight years old, daily swordsmanship and stabbing training has left her with calluses on her left hand, and she no longer has delicate fingers.

In order to be able to accurately perform the three swords and three rings of Feixue Swordsmanship, she has to practice leaping and stabbing three hundred times every day. Her right hand has already been knotted with veins, and the veins like ivy are distributed on the arm, and her wrist is thicker than that of ordinary girls.

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In addition to practicing martial arts, she also had to get used to the lurking mission of staying up day and night. She was always like a hungry wolf hunting, lying down and restrained, her muscles tense. In such a life, she had long ceased to be a woman.
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