Walking on the street, Ji Ping'an began to think about how to deal with it. Considering the need to hide his identity, he was not ready to use the Star Official's method.

In the qi cultivation stage, there are not many ways to deal with the enemy.

Then let's be simple... As the thoughts fluctuate, I was suddenly interrupted by a crisp voice: "Customer, are you here to Zhang Chunbing?"

Looking up, a cannon was supported by the stone pier at the bridge. There was a snack stall underneath, with thin spring cakes and green dumplings. An old man was busy making them, and a little girl stood next to him.

Ji Ping'an smiled, without taking any response, walked straight past, and the girl immediately showed a disappointed expression.

Soon, I saw several short-dressed men coming, and they were used to hawking, but they pulled the old man behind him. After they left, they whispered: "That's the gang's ruffian, don't cause trouble."

The little girl blinked: "They seem to be following the little brother."

The old man shook his head and sighed, saying, "This is not something we can control, as if it cannot be seen."

In the eyes of the old man, the young man was afraid that he would be in trouble, but he was unable to interfere.

...

"He seemed to have discovered us." A short-shirted warrior whispered in a low voice.

The Scar Warrior, who was in charge, grinned and raised his hand to hold the short knife hidden around his waist, indicating that he would not hide it anymore.

This place is far enough away from Jinshiju, and it is relatively remote. These people have been carefully cultivated by Lin Hu for many years and have good martial arts skills. In particular, the leader is the martial artist in the Qi-Healing Realm.

On the premise of not provoking the great man from the Shendu, you have absolute confidence and no footsteps left.

Seeing the young man turning into an alley "in a panic", several people entered one after another and ran quickly, fearing that they would lose it. However, after walking a few steps, they were stunned.

I saw a tree of plum blossoms planted in the corner of the alley, which was particularly beautiful.

The young man holding an umbrella was quietly waiting beside the plum tree, with a quiet temperament, so where was there any panic or fear?

"Something is wrong." The leader whispered, from the intuition of the warrior, which made him sense the danger in the air.

But the other party clearly has no trace of martial arts practice. Could it be a monk?

But in the Qi-nourishing Realm, with the inspiration of the warrior, he should have noticed it in advance unless his cultivation level is one level higher than his.

"Friend, please go and talk about it?" The scar warrior smiled. When he opened his mouth, a thread of silk thread was only as thick as a thread, like a fire dragon's energy running around the meridians in the chest cavity.

He stepped out, and the blue bricks in the soles of his shoes vibrated, and the force penetrated very deeply, shaking a cloud of water mist. The black trouser legs suddenly tightened, and they came to Ji Ping'an in an instant and slashed with one sword.

The other short-dressed warriors who were hinted also took action and blocked all the other party's moving space.

After realizing the danger, he did not choose to evacuate, but instead seized the opportunity.

Faced with the siege of several masters, Ji Ping'an's eyes were calm, as if there were no such people in his eyes. He just took a step back slightly after silently calculating.

At the same time, his hanging cuffs vibrated slightly.

Silver-gray sword shadows flew out.

It made a low, sharp roar, "hissing" through the air, weaving it into a net of death, covering all enemies.

Scar's pupils suddenly shrank, and his mind suddenly became strong. Driven by instinct, his body wanted to escape.

The next second, he felt the sky spinning, and somehow he raised his perspective. Looking down at the narrow and ancient alley, blood gushed from the necks of a headless corpse like a spring, kneeling towards the young man in front of him.

Then, the vision fell into darkness.

The spring rain is hazy, and the alley returns to tranquility, only the branches of that plum tree are dyed red.

To kill someone, you must use a sword, and you will not touch your body without dropping blood.

...

Chang'an Street.

A carriage was driving rumbling, and in the carriage, Han Bachi, who was thin, recalled what the sword-holding man told him and thought about how to arrange it later.

But for some reason, my eyelids suddenly pounded and my mind was restless.

At this moment, the carriage slowly slowed down, and there were rapid footsteps approaching: "Master, there is something happening."

Han Bachi lifted the curtain of the car, looked at the servant standing in the rain, and frowned and said, "Say."

The servant said, "The gang Hongbian left not long ago and led several martial artists to leave... and ordered people to follow and investigate."

Han Bachi was still confused at first, but when he heard the sudden change of face behind him, his uneasiness became stronger and stronger. He said in a deep voice: "Dispatch, go and have a look."

Soon, the carriage was parked at the back door of the gang. Han Bachi walked out of the carriage, but stopped the gang members at the door:

"Idle people stop."

The servant next to him kicked out and kicked the gatekeepers away.

Han Bachi walked straight into the inner hall and saw Han Hu walking repeatedly in the hall with his hands on his back, showing anxiety.

"Entertainment Father, why are you here?" Han Hu glanced at the visitor, his face changed, and he smiled.

Han Bachi squinted his eyes, said nothing, and approached step by step. After decades of power, he had been accumulating for a long time. Even though he had long been rebellious in his heart, Han Hu was still in a mess at this moment, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, dry mouth and tongue, and his heartbeat was like a drumbeat.

He raised his stiff smile: "Entertainment Father?"

Seeing this, Han Bachi's heart sank. A guess rose in his heart, but he felt unbelievable. After thinking for a moment, he sat down in the position of the leader of the gang and said:

"I have nothing to do, come here to sit down. I have always heard that the gang is running well. It turns out that it is true when I see it today. The pawns guarding the gate dare to scold and stop me."

Han Hu was shocked and said angrily: "There is such a thing. Someone came. He threw the person to the execution hall and broke his legs."

Immediately, I laughed and apologized: "The adoptive father calmed down, and it must be that the newcomer below didn't recognize you."

Han Bachi looked at him deeply and said nothing, but seemed to ask about the big and small matters in his gang casually. Han Hu answered it in a slight manner and gradually felt relieved.

After a while, a servant suddenly came over outside, holding his ear to the Shendu Yinguan's ear and whispered something.

Han Bachi's cheeks twitched slightly, then closed his eyes, and remained silent for a long time. When he opened his eyes again, he suddenly sighed:

"In the past two years, I have gradually delegated power to you, and they all have gained abilities.

"Speaking of this, you have followed me for many years. Among the brothers, you are the most like me when you were young... as decisive and bold... but there is something you haven't learned, and you are in awe..."

Han Hu felt uneasy and smiled dead, "How do you say this to your foster father?"

Han Bachi slowly stood up. The old man's body was no longer as strong as before. He looked thin and thin. Standing in front of his adopted son with a tiger-backed and bear-backed waist, he couldn't help but feel weak.

The two looked at each other, and gradually, Han Hu seemed to understand something, and the humble appearance on his face disappeared and became cold: "It seems that his adoptive father knows it."

Han Bachi was a little sad and said:

"This afternoon, I said those words to you, thinking that although you have flaws in your personality and have lip service on weekdays, you are generally quite regular in recent years. Although you have small mistakes, you don't make big mistakes and can't be a hidden official, but it's quite appropriate to be a pawn in the dark web...but you are still too anxious."

Han Hu's heart was filled with warning signs. He subconsciously carried his ambition, but was shocked to find that he seemed to have been immobilized and could not move. At some point, he was imprisoned by a golden light rope.

It would be useless if he struggled.

Han Bachi threw the burning talisman paper from his cuff, sighed softly, and said, "You shouldn't have been fooled. Now there is no other way, so you have to deal with it according to the rules."

Han Hu was frightened and tried to say something, but could not speak. He could only watch the old man lifting an iron bar finger and gently pierced his eyebrows.

At the end of his death, he heard the old man whisper: "You asked me before, why are the hidden officials of each generation willing to be driven. In fact, the reason is very simple.

"Because...for five hundred years, all the Hidden Officials who think this way have died without exception."

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