"Okay! That's great!" Jin Sanyi patted his thigh, with a burning light flashing in his eyes.
Several dark and lean water bandits got out of the cabin one after another. They were all dressed as fishermen, with water-splitting thorns hidden in their raincoats. When they saw Ning Xiaoxiang, they lowered their heads and called out respectfully, "Master Ma."
The Twelve Links of the Yangtze River is the largest water bandit on the Dajin River, with a total of twelve village owners. Ning Xiaoxiang's other identity "Lao Ma" takes the fourth top spot and has been lurking in the fish market of Jiankang City for a long time.
Responsible for spying, selling stolen goods and other undercover activities.
Ning Xiaoxiang said "Yeah" and said: "The city is under strict control these two days. Don't make trouble in the streets, otherwise you will be killed directly by the officers and soldiers."
Jin San quickly asked: "Where is the bamboo forest? Are the officers and soldiers setting up checkpoints?"
"The suburbs around Zhongshan are unattended. Today, we are completely letting go, allowing all kinds of masters to kill everyone." Ning Xiaoxiang shook his head. The court will not interfere in the fight for the Golden Que Illustration, and will give way to the Dao Sect and the Demon Sect.
Go to the bamboo forest and let the dog bite the dog.
"Okay, the more chaotic the better, chaos is the only way to fish in troubled waters!" Jin San was eager, "Maybe I burned incense in my previous life, and the Golden Que catalog finally fell into my hands? Lao Ma, why don't you join forces with me,
Did we do this together?"
"I'm timid. My cultivation level is only at the peak of refining essence and energy. How can I be qualified to wade into this muddy water? I'll just stay on the side and watch the excitement. Third brother, let me advise you: people die for money, birds die for money.
Eat and die." Ning Xiaoxiang pretended to remind.
"Bah! Shut your crow mouth, old horse!" Jin San spit out a thick mouthful of phlegm. People in troubled times like to get a good compliment.
Ning Xiaoxiang sneered in his heart, the Golden Que Picture Book was a bait thrown by Bian Wuya, deliberately setting off a huge conflict between demons and Taoists, and there was another purpose behind it. It's ridiculous that these water bandits are so greedy for profit that they don't even know the truth.
If you figure it out, if you plunge headlong into this dangerous whirlpool, you will definitely die badly.
Jin San suddenly sighed heavily: "Oh, I can't do it if I don't work hard. My lifespan is coming soon, and I have only two years to live. My cultivation has been stuck at the first level of refining qi and returning to the spirit for sixty years, and I can't get it.
How can I be willing to do a good skill and wait for death? Why not fight to the death to get a chance! Tell me, Lao Ma, why are the children of those Yuan'an families born with no worries about food and clothing, so that women can do whatever they want and choose secret techniques at will? But we
These casual cultivators can only eat in a dog bowl and can't even learn decent exercises?" He clenched his fists and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
"Then I wish Third Brother this trip to gain magical power, be proud of himself, and achieve immortality." Ning Xiaoxiang couldn't help but secretly lamented that even if he practiced at Bailu Academy for four years, he still couldn't get a superior secret book, let alone someone like Jin San.
Reckless?
Now, as the chief arrester of Tianluo Guard, the skills rewarded by the court are not as good as those passed down by aristocratic families, and sometimes I have to secretly "hunt game" by myself. But if it doesn't happen, it will cause a lot of trouble. Recently, I was killed because of a Kong family.
Disciple, it’s really troublesome to provoke waves of open and covert investigations from the Kong family in Kuaiji.
"Thank you for your words, wait for me to have a bar when I come back!" Jin San laughed loudly, led the people off the boat and left, heading straight for Zhongshan.
Ning Xiaoxiang squatted on the bow of the boat, watching Jin San's back disappear into the crowd. If you are dead, I can move up one seat in the water village.
As the saying goes, many years ago, he managed to sneak into the Twelve Links of the Yangtze River, and climbed step by step from an ordinary water bandit to the top position of the leader of the fourth village.
"Ma Si" is the escape path left by Ning Xiaoxiang for himself. Firstly, he can use this identity to plunder the family's martial arts and blame the bandits; secondly, if he needs a big achievement to climb up one day,
, you can connect the twelve connected docks of the Yangtze River to the pot; thirdly, once the King of Jin and Ming wants to hide all the birds, or commits an offense himself, he will sneak into the water bandit's den and change into another identity, and no one can find him.
To.
This is his biggest secret.
"I am originally a lazy person from Kushui Lane. I spend my free time drinking wine, amusing insects and birds, and love to play tricks..." Ning Xiaoxiang hummed, carrying two baskets full of fish and shrimps, and got off the boat step by step, waiting to sing "
The words "A storm arose overnight and all the heroes chased the waves" made my heart tremble slightly.
A book of Golden Que pictures stirred up a storm in the world, and heroes competed with each other. However, he could not draw his sword in the sun and fight against the heroes like he had imagined when he was a boy... Ning Xiaoxiang smiled silently and walked on the street.
Under the eaves, the shadow covered his face, and the next sentence, "From now on, my dusty deer knife will no longer be hidden deep." It finally ended at the lips and turned into a light smoke that faded away.
A strange wooden car decorated with gold and colorful paint drove past him, with dozens of wheels of different sizes spinning flexibly, faster than a galloping horse, and headed towards the Zhongshan Bamboo Forest in the north of the city.
Mo Sect, one of the six major demon sects in Yunhuang, also moved out. Ning Xiaoxiang slowed down and glanced at the wooden car that was going away without leaving a trace.
Mo Chenfeng, wearing high-gown cloud boots and a set of lightweight ink armor, was sitting in Momen's specially made wooden ox flying kite carriage.
Opposite him, two people, a man and a woman, were sitting upright. They were handsome in appearance, with straight backs, and various swords and weapons were staggered behind their backs. Their eyes were flashing, as sharp as eagles, but there was no breath in their mouths and noses.
The real person is the famous puppet creation of Momen - Warrior Yan.
Mo Chenfeng tapped his fingers and examined the telescope hanging in front of him.
The mirror keeps changing scenes, and the scenes far and near are reflected on the clear mirror one by one. As Mo Chenfeng moves his fingertips, the mirror image sometimes shrinks to see the whole street; sometimes it zooms in, even the thick black pores on the noses of passers-by.
Clearly legible.
In the mirror, the figure of Ning Xiaoxiang in the rear was suddenly enlarged.
There was something wrong with this fisherman. Mo Chenfeng glanced at it subconsciously. The fisherman's swinging legs seemed to be floating, but in fact the rhythm was steady and showed a hint of dexterity. Only those who have practiced martial arts hard can do this.
This person's true identity is definitely not a fisherman. Mo Chenfeng tapped his fingertips, and Ning Xiaoxiang's mirror image disappeared, and another passerby with a hurried expression appeared in the mirror... He was not targeting this fisherman, just decades.
His undercover habit has made his senses extremely sharp, his mind more sensitive, and he remains wary of everyone around him.
Now, the long and dangerous undercover career is coming to an end. As long as he gets the Golden Que Illustrated Book, he can return to his sect and retire with success. It takes half a mile to travel a hundred miles, Mo Chenfeng warned himself that the last mission will be more demanding.
Be cautious.
Especially in Jiankang City in the past few days, there has been a mixture of fish and dragons, various shopping malls, and assassinations. Some casual cultivators have disappeared inexplicably on the streets. Demonic sects and Taoist sects have also sneaked attacks on each other, taking the opportunity to settle their old grudges.
The wooden ox flying kite carriage passed through the long street and drove onto the East Gate Bridge. At the end of the bridge, a young man dressed in white as snow and wearing a red tassel appeared on the telescope, and his thin, dark face was magnified by the mirror.
The contemporary little Hades of the Hell Sect, one of the six major demon sects - Su Jiuqi? Mo Chenfeng felt slightly shuddered and immediately snapped his fingers to disperse the young man's mirror image to prevent the other party from being induced.
"Mingzi, I feel someone is peeking at you."
"I'm handsome, isn't it just for people to look at me?"