Tang He looked at them carefully again, and his emotions did not fluctuate much.
The two look to be the same age, about 24 or 25 years old, and can use at least five kinds of knives. The man's knife is a barrier knife, which is harder than his horizontal knife, but more brittle. The woman has at least a dozen hidden weapons hidden on her body.
, the nails are not too long, but they are not short compared to the knife-wielding hand, so they must be hiding poison.
Seeing him staring at his hands, Tang Huailan covered his hands back. Finally, he saw that her little finger nail was the longest and very sharp. She must have killed someone with it.
"Did you just tell some serious joke?"
Although his expression did not change, there was clearly a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"We are not joking. We found you on the order of the hall master."
"Really? It would be more convincing if you ask your partner to put away the plum blossom needles on his cuffs."
Huailan's expression remained unchanged after being named, and he had no intention of taking back the concealed weapon. Qinglan didn't feel embarrassed either. He always smiled appropriately, like a professional businessman.
"I don't have a family." Tang He continued, "If you are talking about the Tang Clan, if you have some sense and go home on your own, I will take it for granted that you didn't say that fart today."
"Senior Tang, don't get excited, we are also serving official duties."
"If I refuse, will you confront me with swords at the next moment?"
"I didn't mean it that way. I'm sorry if my statement made you think that way."
Tang Qinglan raised his hands to indicate that he had no intention of attacking.
"Your partner may not think so. At least, if I just mount the horse and leave like this, I'm afraid its hind hamstrings may not be saved."
"..."
Probably because they were right, the two Zuojinmen assassins from the Tang family did not say a word.
"It's really unbelievable..." Tang He shook his head and said, "The Tang family actually fell to the level of colluding with the side sect Zuo Hang. It's really sad."
They must have been told this more than once, but they had no special reaction to it. As the sky darkened, the afterglow of the setting sun disappeared, leaving everything around them covered with a thick veil of darkness.
"Won't."
The woman named Huailan spoke again.
"Um?"
"We will not stop you. Your reputation has some weight in the world. Proving a conflict with you is not our first choice. Our mission is just to spread the word, there is no killing or silencing."
In the dim twilight, he looked at her again.
"But I do feel a little curious... Judging from your age, you probably don't know much about me."
Tang Qinglan answered: "Indeed. We heard about you from the hall master."
"So, what did he say?"
"It is said that you are a descendant of the Tang family. Due to some misunderstandings, your parents unfortunately died. Now, the Tang Sect knows that you are wandering in the world and hopes to take you back and give you a good home."
Tang He fell silent.
Because of anger.
Misunderstanding? What kind of misunderstanding? You can kill people and silence them just because of a big misunderstanding. The explanation you gave is only ten or twenty years later without even an apology, a light invitation? Home? These people killed their loved ones and ruined the original
The villain with all the beautiful things actually said with a shy face that the Devil's Cave is his destination?
fart!
He always resented his last name.
But even after his parents died, he did not change his name, he just changed the writing of one word.
After all, this is the only relic left by my father besides the horizontal sword.
If he really erased all of this, put it down, turned over the page, and let everything be forgotten in the dust of history. He would not do this, it is not like him. Rather than forgetting, he would rather choose to remember. Remember this burning heat
of hatred, remembering the scars that cannot be erased.
This does not mean that he retains any possibility of establishing contact with the Tang Sect.
You know it all with your knees. They are interested in their reputation in the world - although it is not so good, it unexpectedly coincides with this "well-known and decent" person with a bad reputation - so they want to use his name to grow stronger
Our own strength. The Tang Sect is full of talented people, and it stands to reason that there is no shortage of a "fish that slipped through the net" like him. But I am afraid it is precisely because they know their own details and are afraid of his revenge.
The word revenge may not be that appropriate. After all, such a big sect would be afraid of a small onmyoji like you?
So they want to take advantage of this to monitor and control their actions.
"Should I be grateful?"
Tang He asked through gritted teeth, deliberately letting them notice his displeasure. He got on the horse, tightened the reins, and adjusted the horse's head.
"Calm down your anger. We are just sending a message. If you are not willing to follow us back, we can just tell you exactly what we said. But in addition to admonishing you, our mission here is to do one more thing."
"I'm not interested in listening, and don't expect me to cooperate."
"Of course you won't cooperate."
At this time, the taciturn Huailan suddenly stretched out his hand and brought out a slender but strong iron chain. The iron chain made a circle in the air and was accurately put on the horse's neck. The horse panicked and its steps were chaotic.
He almost threw Tang He off. At this moment, Qinglan reached out to snatch the Hengdao from his waist. Tang He pulled out the blade directly, and with a crisp sound and a cold light, he broke the chain in an instant. This made them a little surprised——
It stands to reason that the craftsmanship at that time could not produce such a good knife.
He was very good at swordsmanship, so he had to find another way. Qinglan turned around to avoid the struggling horse, and at some point a dagger appeared in his hand. He raised it and cut the strap of the scabbard. Tang He reached out to grab it, and Huailan suddenly
Open your mouth and push a sharp needle out of your mouth.
The needle pierced the back of Tang He's hand, and a thorn came out from the palm of his hand.
After only frowning for a moment, he still grabbed the scabbard that had almost fallen and sent the horizontal sword back. With his free hand, he tightened the reins and drove the horse away from them immediately. There was no harm in escaping like this.
, but this has never been his style. He knew that the two men were not chasing after him, so he turned around and looked through the darkness with a cold glance.
"Are you ready to return to life?"
"It's true."
The distance between them is very far, but the night is very close, so that their words will not be completely swallowed up by the environment.
"Then please give me a message by the way."
"But it doesn't matter."
"Fuck you."
After that, he left.
Tang Qinglan looked over with some regret. Tang He's figure had disappeared, and only the messy sound of horse hooves still echoed in her ears.
"……hiss."
"What’s wrong with you?"
Qinglan turned around and ran over with concern. Logically speaking, Huailan had not been in contact with Tang He, but at this moment she bared her teeth, as if she had been seriously injured. Qinglan was very confused and looked at her stretched out
He stretched out a hand, his fingers were stiff and twisted, his teeth and claws were showing, like a strange tree branch.
"Oh shit……"
Huailan took out the barrier knife from Qinglan's waist, slowly lifted it up from bottom to top, and paused in the air. She lifted it gently, and her twisted left hand finally relaxed. At that moment, Qinglan seemed to
You can hear a sound similar to the sound of broken strings.
"What's wrong?"
Huailan threw the knife into his hand and moved her wrist carefully. Qinglan stepped forward and looked, under the dim moonlight, there was another circle of red blood on her slender left wrist.
"If I had just cut with someone, I'm afraid this knife would have broken. If we meet again, we must be careful."
And Tang He could give them similar evaluations.
The horse ran very fast and had not yet recovered from the fright. He was lucky, the embroidery needle was very thin and happened to avoid the blood vessels and tendons in his palm and passed between the bones. The bumpy horse's back
, he reached into the back of his right hand with his teeth and pulled out the needle. After a brief sting, he did not throw away the needle, but held it in his hand and looked at it carefully.
Those that can be put in the mouth are usually non-toxic, which is why he dares to pick them with his teeth. If he does it directly, he is afraid that the horse will make himself more penetrated. However, it is not ruled out that some crazy people will use poison-soaked needles.
He kept it in his mouth, but gargled it with the antidote beforehand. Before pulling it out, he tested it with the tip of his tongue. There was no numbness, which was pretty good.
The pulling feeling on the fingertips disappeared, maybe they found the "spider thread" and broke it. It's a pity. It seems that although the girl is young, she has seen the world and knows the characteristics of this kind of thread. Otherwise, he can still make it
If she loses one hand, she won't lose anything.
They would not give up. Tang He could feel it from the rumors and the "stalking" he had experienced in person over the years. He didn't know much about his father, and what his mother told him during her lifetime was very limited. He also later
He did some research on his own. It's possible that the Tang Sect discovered his traces during his own research - but since he didn't change his name, he naturally didn't intend to be secretive. Why should he be secretive when asking about his family affairs?
But despite this, Tang He didn't know much information. He only knew that Tang Yi was not his father's real name, but his real name was unknown. It seemed that even the Tang Sect had crossed out this name. He was the leader of the clan.
In terms of level, he may be on equal footing with that Tang Huansheng. Every three or four years, Tang Sect disciples will have an internal disciple competition, and all the disciples of the elders will participate. The winner will get a fine sword with exquisite workmanship. Father's calculation
A handful.
The mother has the bloodline of the Tengu clan contract, but she has no qualifications. She just told him about her father, his grandfather, when he was young. The mother is a foreigner, but the father only loves her and does not like to force her for the interests of the sect.
The girl in the red thread. So he took his mother and flew away - and her mother carried him in her belly.
It is said that her mother's family was strongly opposed to it at that time. Even her grandfather was so angry that he wanted to cut off relations with her. Now the old man should be no longer in the world. If there is a chance, he still wants to tell him that his mother still misses him and respects him.
,love him.
As for his father, he had no way of knowing.
Although he didn't like the Tang Sect, he even had the right to hate him, but the fact about Tang Yu really had nothing to do with the Tang Sect.
Rather, this is what made him become an Onmyoji.
For a long time, he had been hiding with Yaomei. In order to survive, he needed money to support himself and his sister. It started as a petty theft, and then he was beaten up after being discovered, and later he didn't know who he was.
He didn't realize it. But he didn't let Tang Yu do this. He only said that his money came from work, and when he was beaten, he said it was a work-related injury. He didn't want her to be like him.
Just like yourself, go kill people.
It is not easy to feed a mouth comfortably. He always doesn't want her to eat too poorly and wear too badly. The first time he drugged a young master's quilt according to the "agreement" was to buy Tang Yuan a quilt.
A new dress. She always wore her own small clothes, the color was too dark and earthy, and she was bullied and humiliated as a child from a poor family - even though it was true.
He couldn't bear it.
Sometimes others would go back on their word and refuse to pay, so naturally he couldn't take the risk of telling the truth, so he could only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach. Over time, he learned to judge who kept his word and who was easy to change his mind. How to deal with people and interact with them.
He learned slowly what kind of people to deal with, but he would never teach it to Tang Yu.
Wrapped in warm lies, she grew up safely.
Every step he takes steps on the boundary between black and white, until gray engulfs him bit by bit.
