Chapter 12 The people in the capital of Northern Qi are simple and honest, and the royal family of N
In fact, Huang Shang asked the old woman to choose the target to assassinate as early as when he started practicing the Tian Mending Jue.
As a respected member of the Huajian Sect, the old woman has an identity and a very wide network of contacts. In addition, the country she is in is called Northern Qi, where a madman is the emperor. The assassination business is booming.
As long as you are willing to accept it, you are guaranteed to have abundant financial resources.
"The first target: Jade Zhou (z thick)."
"Who is this?"
Huang Shang was puzzled. The old woman had already presented the silk cloth with the person's life written on it in blood.
In fact, there is nothing to write about. This guy is just a teacher, teaching calligraphy to the nephew of the current emperor Gao Zhan.
Gao Zhan likes to kill relatives. He just wants to kill a few relatives for fun. It happens that a strange phenomenon occurs in the sky. He sees that his nephew who was once a prince is unhappy and wants to kill him, but he can't find an excuse.
The teacher handed over some of the characters "楕" written by the child when he was practicing calligraphy. The word "楕" means an imperial edict. Now Gao Zhan had an excuse. He called his nephew to the palace and tortured him to death.
, the huge palace, blood flowed all over the floor.
Confucianism attaches great importance to the inheritance of master and disciple. In order to curry favor with the emperor, a Confucian scholar killed his thirteen-year-old disciple and should be killed.
But is the price too low?
Is the virgin killing of my dignified Lord Butian Pavilion worth a hundred gold?
The little prince died, and his relatives and close friends couldn't stand it anymore. They hated Gao Zhan to the core, but they had no choice but to kill Jia Dezhou first. It's understandable, but the price is not sincere!
Seeing Huang Shang's eyes focused on the reward, the old woman knew that this man was born in a noble family and had lived well since childhood. She moved her mouth and pointed around carefully.
Huang Shang looked at the simple stone room and fell into deep thought.
Understood.
We are poor.
Damn it, it's obviously the déjà vu between Batman and the butler Ah Fu, but the most important money making ability has not been inherited. Who can I ask to explain?
Without saying another word, Huang Shang flashed and disappeared without a trace.
Wandering in Yecheng under the night again, this time the feeling is different. (Yesterday, I was confused and wrote about Chang'an, so let's just pretend that nothing happened)
The best place for the Huajian Sect to borrow the power of heaven and earth is between mountains and rivers.
The power of heaven and earth that Butian Pavilion borrows is not the dark moon and high winds in the traditional assassin environment, but when the moon is full, there are no clouds in the sky and the moonlight shines all over the earth.
Such a shadow can blend into the environment more perfectly, blind the visual senses, suppress the inner lake sense, and allow the target to die peacefully under the most beautiful night scene.
Note that the full moon is not only on the Mid-Autumn Festival every year. On the fifteenth day of each month in the lunar calendar, the moon is full.
With the blessing of the external environment, the power of the shot will be increased, and naturally it will be more certain to kill with one hit.
In the original plot, when Yang Xuyan was a shadow assassin, he loved to take action when the moon was full, not just to show off, but because he understood this truth.
After twenty years of training, the young man is still very talented.
Huang Shang, who had practiced for two months, did not catch up with the full moon, but his figure gradually faded and merged into the darkness.
West of the city.
Near the imperial city, in a magnificent mansion, Huang Shang flew in.
This is the residence of Gao Zhan's favorite minister He Shikai.
This man was appointed as the Minister of Huangmen, in charge of imperial edicts, and as an adviser to the emperor. He had a very high status and was even more favored by Gao Zhan.
By the way, he was also the queen's guest, Gao Zhan knew it, but he preferred sleeping with his sister-in-law. Feeling that he had neglected the queen, he asked this man to comfort him, so that the two openly touched hands and flirted, while Gao Zhan drank by himself.
, turn a blind eye.
Yeah, a very familiar plot.
Often seen in Japanese romance movies.
Don't be alarmed, this is the basic operation in the Northern Qi royal family.
And Jia Dezhou is now protected in the home of this double favorite.
Under the illumination of the palace lanterns, the palace was very lively. There were not only larger-scale banquets, more powders and five-stone powders, but also more powerful guards.
Huang Shang's heart began to fluctuate.
Circles of invisible ripples rippled out, locking in the breath of life and looking for the target.
Not surprisingly, Jia Dezhou was not at the banquet.
Because this guy comes from a low background and a poor family.
No matter how much he tries to curry favor with the upper class, he has no place at the banquet.
In this case, Huang Shang straightened his body and walked towards the other courtyard.
Without the need to glance around, the entire environment was imprinted in his mind. Pavilions, pavilions, flowers, trees, and even the traces of dust left after the ground was cleaned were clearly visible.
As Huang Shang passed by, there were a few imperceptible dust marks on the ground, which were the marks left by him tapping the ground with his toes. But after he passed by, he flicked his long sleeves, and his true energy wiped them away, and they became
Perfect.
Soon, the breath of life ahead became stronger.
Teams of private soldiers patrolled the courtyard, and they were capable and capable.
Don't ask a minister why he dares to raise private soldiers at home. This is also a basic operation in this era. Top families all raise soldiers for self-protection or for great cause!
Otherwise, when Li Yuan rebelled later, do you really think it was some Jianghu knight-errant recruited by Li Shimin who helped him?
However, the protection of Jia Dezhou was so tight that there was a high probability that there had been an assassination not long ago.
Jia Dezhou is now favored by Gao Zhan, and the warriors are following his favourites, so they naturally want to protect his safety.
"This is obviously not a hundred-gold-level task. Butler Ah Fu is not qualified. If it is Fu'er..."
Huang Shang shook his head, his mind entered the artistic conception of Mending the Sky, and his figure suddenly flashed.
The warriors took over the power of the government, and many masters in the Northern Qi Dynasty took refuge. Among the private soldiers guarding the backyard, there was a big man with two short halberds stuck on his back. He looked majestic but still had an elegant temperament. He was leaning against the wall and taking a nap.
Suddenly he opened his eyes and took a step forward.
This was completely a martial arts intuition that had been tempered over time, but this step made him fall into an irresistible whirlpool.
The big man's face changed dramatically, and he felt all sorts of strange forces coming at him, some pulling him forward, some pushing him back, some pulling him sideways, and some spiraling him, as if he had fallen into a whirlpool of a raging sea.
He knew in his heart that this was a critical moment of life and death, so he looked behind him, held two short halberds in his hands, gathered all his strength, leaned over his horse, and stabbed at the passers-by.
But that was not the person coming. In his sight, he could only see a black shadow and a little sword light.
The black shadow suddenly disappeared, only the sword light continued to expand in front of his eyes, causing his breathing to stop and his whole body to be cut like a knife.
Two short halberds, which he had accumulated a lifetime of skill in, stabbed into the air. The feeling of being unable to exert his power made him so uncomfortable that he almost vomited blood.
No need to miss it, the next moment his throat hurt, and a thin line of blood spurted out.
He covered his neck, with a look of disbelief in his eyes, and hissed: "I am..."
Just based on the skill of the counterattack just now, it is known that this person must be famous in the Northern Qi area.
But unfortunately, that indestructible sword energy has destroyed his ability to speak.
Huang Shang didn't hear the name. With a flick of his left hand, he displayed twelve branches among the flowers, light at the top and heavy at the bottom.
Under the influence of the mysterious Qi, the man did not fall down. The body stood upright, stuck straight in the place, and the blood spread along the neck, like a bloody flower.
"who!"
"An enemy is attacking!"
However, the first assassination had many flaws after all. This battle between the rabbit and the falcon had already attracted the attention of several other experts, who rushed towards this direction.
But before them, there was still no sign of anyone.
In one breath, Huang Shang crossed a distance of more than ten meters, and with unpredictable footwork, arrived at the blind spot next to another master, which was hard to reach.
His sword lies across the opponent's path.
Whoosh!
The man's forward momentum continued, and his neck suddenly hit the sword's edge, and a thin line of blood spread again.
Huang Shang's long sleeves trembled, and he left suddenly, leaving him standing there as if he were arranging flowers, watching helplessly as his life continued to disappear with the flow of blood.
"Thief!"
The eyes of the others were about to burst. They just shouted and their swords flashed.
"Eyes! My eyes!"
They opened their eyes as if they were blind. They had been blinded. They could only see sharp sword lights stabbing at the most incredible angles, passing through their throats and harvesting their lives.
After killing the strongest martial arts masters, the remaining private soldiers were even more devastated and vulnerable to a single blow.
Huang Shang was not polite. He showed off his unique skills in the Heaven-Mending Technique. For a time, there were roaring sword shadows in all directions. It was hard to predict whether they were those who rushed to fight for their lives or those who ran away.
, dizzy, could only stand and die.
When the hundreds of life breaths in the heart lake were extinguished one by one, Huang Shang went straight into the room in the center of the courtyard and saw a trembling figure.
This man's face was like a crown jewel, and his appearance was very good. When he was holding a folding fan, he must have been suave and unconventional, and he was free and easy. No wonder he was able to win the trust of the young prince. After betraying his original master, he was able to ingratiate himself with Gao Zhan.
"I beg the knight to have mercy! I beg the knight to have mercy..."
At this time, he saw a black shadow walking in, and the tip of the sword hanging down was dripping with blood. Juadzhou was completely stunned, and he knelt down to beg for mercy.
The sword flashed.
The head flew up, and a roll of black cloth flew out of Huang Shang's sleeve, wrapped it up, held it in his hand, turned around and left.
From beginning to end, not a word was said.
I'm an assassin!
"I'm an assassin, isn't this bad?"
But after leaving the backyard, Huang Shang looked at the rows of dead bodies and felt that the painting style was not right.
He had just performed the skills in the Heaven-Building Technique, and his experience was completely different from his previous experience. He only focused on performing it and was a little selfless, indicating that he still had not completely eliminated the influence of the Heaven-Building Technique.
Whatever.
Kill all the targets and their bodyguards, isn't that what assassins do...
At this time, footsteps were heard again not far away, and it was obvious that more private soldiers were coming here. Huang Shang felt that God was kind to him, so he sheathed his sword and left.
When the mansion opened by He Shi fell far behind, a cool breeze blew in front of us.
Huang Shang did not return to the stronghold immediately. He stood on a tall building and looked at the city wall in the distance that could withstand giants. His eyes showed deep contemplation as he realized what he had gained from the battle just now.
This battle made him clearly feel the differences in combat caused by different world levels.
In the world of Tianlong, even Qiao Feng, who is like the god of war, has to turn around and leave when he encounters a well-equipped iron kite, and does not dare to attack him directly. I forget the name of that man, but I only remember Dali who was the emperor for half a month.
The traitor is even more confident that he can defeat any master by sending 300 elite soldiers.
But now, the so-called elite private soldiers combined with ordinary martial arts masters are beginning to be unable to kill the real strong men.
In the original plot, Gao Zhong and Xu Ziling were surrounded and killed by large armies more than once, and Ba Fenghan even moved to the grassland to fight thousands of miles away. As for the masters at the Grand Master level, they had similar achievements.
Although no one has reached the point where one person can stand alone against thousands of troops, except for Chuan Ying who practices the God of War Illustration, but there is no doubt that the individual's strength is getting stronger and gradually surpassing the group.
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A few months later.
In the stone room that was beginning to become luxurious, Huang Shang gently sipped tea.
But when he got the new target handed over by the old woman, he couldn't help but frown: "Why is it this kind of person again?"
When looking at the countless crimes listed above, Huang Shang felt very tired.
I am the Butian Pavilion assassin, and I am a member of the Demon Sect. Now I am killing all the bad guys. Do you really think I am the Dark Knight Rises?
Although he doesn't kill people.
Actually, thinking about it, I can't blame the old woman for accepting the commission in the wrong way.
The strange thing is that the folk customs in Northern Qi are too simple. Wherever you look, there are evil people.
Most of the good people were killed by Emperor Gao Zhan and his favored slanderers, and it was not his turn.
The Northern Qi royal family was really talented.
Thinking about it this way, who the hell is the one in the Demon Sect?
The old woman looked at the booming business of Butian Pavilion. She was originally happy, but this time she said in a solemn voice: "Master, this time the goal is not as good as before. I suspect that this person is also a member of my holy sect!"