"Pedestrians come and go in the upper world, and ghosts in the underworld wander around. The dark pavilion was built according to the destiny of heaven and holds the power of life and death in the world!"
There was such a low and deep echo coming from an empty passage, as if the voice of the person speaking was not coming from the mouth, but directly from the abdomen.
The further you go along the passage, the more eerie and terrifying you feel. Except for a few dim will-o'-the-wisps on the walls on both sides, there is nothing else.
Follow this passage for a few hundred steps and you will arrive at an unusually wide hall. It is said to be wide, but in fact it is hard to see clearly at all. You cannot see the roof when you look up, and it is pitch black when you look down, except for a few lights on the wall in the distance.
Oil lamp, this place is simply a cemetery buried deep underground.
On the walls of the main hall, there are also various ferocious pictures of the Ten Halls of Yama and the Eighteen Hells, which shows that this place is definitely not a good place!
"At the beginning of its establishment, our Dark Pavilion was just a third-rate killer organization. However, although it was only a third-rate force, our Dark Pavilion had the determination to spread all over the world. At the time, the first Wheelrunner King only had the strength to enter the second level.
After five generations of Wheel-turning Kings, the first first-level Wheel-turning King was born!"
Speaking of this, the guy standing in front of the four people, covered in black robes, turned around and took off his mask. He was the one who ranked second on the newly issued list of the twelve earthly branches issued by Tianwu Tower.
Tong Huan!
"It is under the careful leadership of each Chakravartin King that we in the Dark Pavilion have reached our current position. When I succeeded to the position of Chakravartin King, I was the eleventh generation, and now I am the thirteenth when I take this position again.
Generations, I don’t know how my useless apprentice led you. I don’t care about the past and I won’t pursue it. But now a year has passed and I am about to return to the world. If you make any mistakes again, don’t do it.
It’s my fault, ancestor, that I’m so unkind!”
"Yes! Ancestor"
In the position below him are the judges who have become much calmer. Although they are still very afraid of their ancestor, they are more or less able to pretend to be calm. It seems that they have been harassed a lot this year.
Taught by the ancestors.
The judge, the ghost owl, the scholar sword, and a woman who had never been qualified to show up at this time before. Tong Huan's eyes swept over each of them, and finally stopped on the woman.
"This Mei Niang was originally Miesheng's subordinate. Now that she has broken through to the second level, let her take over Miesheng's power! Yuzhou and Bianzhou will be classified as her territory."
"yes."
Hearing the ancestor speak, several people bowed their heads and nodded again.
Tong Huan put his hands behind his back, turned around, and faced the judges and others again.
"The tenth hall of Yama, the tenth hall of the Chakravartin lives alone on the fertile stone of the netherworld, directly facing the five turbid places of the world. There are six bridges of gold, silver, jade and wooden planks. He judges lonely souls and wild ghosts, determines the longevity of men and women, and distinguishes them.
The rich, the poor, and the humble are sent to the four major continents for reincarnation."
Speaking of this, Tong Huan took a deep breath, his tone full of memories.
"My Ange started from Lingzhou. When it was first established, it was said that it would establish order in the underworld in the Yang world. After ten generations of wheel-turning queens, it laid out the entire Chu. When it came to my hand, although I had the intention to expand outwards, I was unable to do so. I was waiting for help.
After my disciples, they never advanced but retreated. Now that I, An Pavilion, have returned with great momentum, I will naturally do some great things!"
Tong Huan, who had a face as dry as a ghost, reached out and touched his chin, as if he was planning the way An Ge would go in the future.
"Judge!"
"exist!"
"I have been in an undisciplined manner in our secret chamber for many years. Apart from obeying the orders of the Wheel-turning King, most of you have been working independently. Since you are the judge and have the power of rewards and punishments in life and death, I now order you to be removed from your position as Tianzihao killer.
, after I write the "Thirty-Three Rules for Assassination", you will be responsible for the punishment and rewards in my secret chamber."
"Yes, ancestor!"
This time, the judge was extremely happy. Although the ancestor was dismissed from his position as Tianzihao killer, he did not take back his territory. Generally speaking, he was promoted.
"Scholar's Sword!"
"exist."
Behind him, the scholar Jian holding a folding fan held the fan and cupped his fists, bending down to salute respectfully without any hesitation.
"Among them, except for martial arts, you are much more knowledgeable and knowledgeable than them, so I want to leave the important task of expanding the power of the Dark Pavilion to you! I want you to take your troops with you.
Go to the Southern Tang Dynasty to lay out the layout first. I will keep your territory intact for you. As long as you do a good job and lay the foundation for my dark pavilion's great cause, I can not only guide you to break through to the first level, but also become the next wheel runner.
I can also make the position of king yours!"
Facing the pie that suddenly fell from the sky, Scholar Jian immediately knelt down to show his loyalty, while several others, including the judge who had just been a villain, were a little jealous.
Compared with the credit for opening up the territory, his power of punishment and killing is nothing. At most, he can only control the minions under him. Until the life and death of the Ange is at stake, the ancestor will never kill these two people.
Of quality.
But even if they wanted to fight for it, there was nothing they could do because it was appointed by the ancestor himself.
"My subordinates will live up to our ancestors' trust!"
Tong Huan didn't care whether the scholar sword was telling the truth or just pretending to deal with him. He just walked out step by step towards the depths of the hall, gradually disappearing into the darkness, leaving only one voice.
"Starting from tomorrow, I, An Ge, will return to the world and open the door to do business. Article 1 of the "Thirty-Three Rules for Assassination": I will only take action once for each business. If the person who is assassinated does not die once, he will never appear again.
On my secret assassination list!"
At this point, Tong Huan's entire figure had disappeared into the depths of the hall without a trace, but there were still sounds coming from deep within the hall.
"In addition, as long as those employers can afford the money, the heads of first-level masters can also be taken. At worst, it will be up to me, the ancestor, to do it myself. The world in the past was too reserved, and even a single first-level master would not die for decades. From now on, it will be up to me, the ancestor."
Come and stir up the storm!"
"Farewell to my ancestor!"
The few people who stood there to congratulate themselves didn't feel that their ancestor was talking nonsense at all. As the second best person in the world, even if some old guys who were hiding deeply were included, he could still be ranked among the top five.
If coupled with his killer skills, he is really qualified to say what he just said!
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There were five major provinces in the Southern Tang Dynasty. In addition to Guangfu Province, which bordered Dachu, and Wenqu Province, where Kyoto was located, there were also Donghai Province, Hollyhock Province, and Beili Province.
After receiving the order and promise from his ancestor, Scholar Jian quickly came to the Southern Tang Dynasty with his troops.
But it was easy to come here, but where should he take root? He spent three days thinking about this matter.
Guangfu Province is definitely not suitable as a border. It is also not suitable for Donghai to have a relationship with that terrifying Wang Yi. Although Beili is chaotic and well laid out, most of them are natives, and even communication has problems.
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After ruling out these, Scholar Jian hesitated between Wenqu Province and Hollyhock Province, and couldn't make up his mind for a long time.
Although Wenquxing Province is located in the core of the Southern Tang Dynasty, it is where the royal family of the Southern Tang Dynasty is located, and it might be exterminated by others.
After hesitating until the end, he had to give up that natural treasure and chose Hollyhock Province.
In fact, apart from the two advantages of geographical advantage and the center of imperial power, Wenqu is really not as good as Hollyhock.
The terrain of Hollyhock Province is complex, with many mountains and difficult roads. If you build your base camp in these places, as long as you don't do anything big yourself, the Li family who maintains the Southern Tang Dynasty will not care about you.
Everything was ready, so Scholar Jian spent only three months to build a good framework system in Hollyhock. From the bottom killer to the placement of spies, he laid out layers of contact networks.
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Assassinate Fu Qingyuan, the prefect of Taiyuan Prefecture in Donghai Province!
This was the first big order that Shu Shengjian took over after he led his troops to Southern Tang Dynasty. The previous three months were just small fights and opening up situations, and the money he earned was not even enough for him to support his family.
And this time, he didn't want to take the Shanzi Scholar Sword. After all, Fu Qingyuan was the court official of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and he didn't want to confront the court before he was fully prepared.
But after missing this order, he didn't know how long he would have to wait before he would have such an opportunity. He was only one step away from the first rank, so he was eager to make some achievements to show his ancestors!
In order to ensure the success of this mission, he transferred all the remaining four third-level masters in his hands, and those who had reached fourth-level strength could only guard the periphery.
"superior!"
In the dark night, Scholar Sword and four other figures landed on the grass of the magistrate's mansion.
Along the way, the few of them didn't cause any disturbance. Apart from casually killing a group of patrolling soldiers, they didn't make any more noise.
The purpose of doing this is not to scare off the enemy. Scholar Jian believes that with his all-out efforts, it is still easy to defeat a small prefect. To start such a big battle now is considered to be making a fuss out of a molehill.
It's just that Shushengjian is unwilling to kill unless necessary. Firstly, he is afraid of angering the Li family of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Secondly, he does not want to harm his family. This can be regarded as the principle he has adhered to since he became an assassin.
All the way to Fu Qingyuan's study, Scholar Jian stood alone on the middle path, with four third-grade men standing on both sides of him.
"Enter!"
After hearing the instructions from their boss, the other four people quietly came to the door of the study and opened it!
"Crunch!"
But the moment they pushed the door open, the door, which was originally made of precious trees, suddenly exploded, and the four of them were bounced back by a strong internal force.
"He Fang Xiaoxiao dares to come to the magistrate's mansion to cause trouble. I don't want to live anymore!"
A cold middle-aged man with a knife in his arms walked slowly amidst the flying wood chips and walked out of the room.
Scholar Jian waved his hand and told his men to move back. This person was not something they could deal with. Today's situation was a bit beyond his expectation. He didn't expect that a prefect would have a second-grade master beside him.
"I have met many masters, and there are many who are better than you, but your tone sounds like this..."
Having said this, Scholar Jian shook his head and laughed.
"To be honest, anyone who talks like you would be dead!"
When the word "death" came out, Scholar Jian's eyes suddenly became gloomy, as if he was really looking at a dead person. He still looked like a scholar at this moment, but he was clearly a ruthless assassin!
"I haven't seen any masters, because those self-righteous masters are already dead!"
When the middle-aged man said this, his eyes actually burst out with a real murderous intention. It seemed that many lives were contaminated on his hands.
"They...died in my hands!"
"Hiss~~"
The long knife in the middle-aged man's hand was unsheathed inch by inch.
"Pa~~"
The folding fan in the scholar's sword hand was closed leaf by leaf.
The two of them seemed to have chosen the right time, and they took action together at the moment when the sword was unsheathed and the fan was folded.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The fight between the two was very fierce, and the two completely different internal forces kept colliding in the air. In the end, even the two stone scripture buildings at the door of Fu Qingyuan's study were smashed to pieces with their knives.
Such noise soon alerted the guards in the mansion, but as soon as they arrived at the dean's study room, they were all dead.
With the cooperation of four third-level masters, unless there are hundreds of people, it will be difficult to hang them to death.
In the middle of the courtyard, the scholar's sword and the middle-aged man holding the sword fought for dozens of rounds. After the fight, he had to praise that this man was considered a second-grade expert. If he hadn't made rapid progress this year, he might not be his.
rival.
"sharp!"
"You're not bad either!"
He ignored the middle-aged man's words. He was determined to kill the prefect Fu Qingyuan today. So he winked at the four third-level masters who had finished cleaning up the rotten fish and shrimps.
"You guys, come on!"
"Who dares!"
Seeing several people preparing to rush into the door, the middle-aged man holding a knife took back his offensive and retreated to the door.
"Humph, I gave you some colors and you even opened a dyeing room."
Scholar Sword held the handle of the fan, and suddenly pulled out a fine iron dagger from it. With one sword in front and one fan behind, he killed the middle-aged man again. And it was also the first time that the sword character in Scholar Sword was revealed to the public.
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The situation changed after the scholar's sword was used. After all, he was only one step away from the first rank, and his offensive was indeed a bit more fierce than before, which made the middle-aged man unable to resist.
"ah!"
The other four third-level masters took the opportunity to rush in, but within three breaths, a scream came from the room!
"grown ups!"
The middle-aged man first sheathed his sword and wanted to rush back, but was stopped abruptly by Scholar Sword. Looking at the slightly crazy man wielding the sword, Scholar Sword had to entangle him to let the others run back.
Just as the ancestor feels sorry for these second-grade people, these third-grade people are also considered his family assets. If one of them is killed or injured here, how can he not feel bad for them?
"You go first!"
After they came out, Scholar Jian shouted hurriedly, he already felt that this man was going crazy.
Seeing several people climbing over the wall and leaving, the man holding the knife wanted to chase them out and kill one or two people first, but was stopped in place by the scholar's sword's words.
"Chase! Go ahead! I will never stop you, but you have to know that Fu Qingyuan's wife and children still live in this house. If you dare to chase them, I will kill them all!"
Seeing that he had scared this guy, Shusheng Jian inserted the dagger back into the fan with one hand and disappeared in a flash, leaving only the middle-aged man and the corpses on the ground in the yard...