Infinite Sims

An hour later.

The ground trembled slightly.

From a distance, a group of people dressed in black and driving horses came to the simple tea shed.

The two got off their horses, inspected the dozens of corpses in the tea shed, and turned their heads to praise the man in black on the leading horse: "Master Sword, the death time of these people is about an hour. Judging from the wounds, they are unified as swords. The murderer is the same person."

"A good hand with a knife, so to speak, should be the helper invited by that sour literati."

Venerable Sword glanced at the corpse on the ground, and sneered, "No wonder only three of the four groups sent back came back."

The man in black said again: "Sovereign Sword, what should we do next?"

"Since I have accepted this task, I must complete it, and we must not lose the reputation of our Blood Killing Pavilion."

Venerable Sword looked up at the sky, and said in a cold tone: "We will go back tomorrow morning, there are still many tasks waiting for us in the pavilion."

The people in black bowed their heads and said, "Follow your lord's order!"

Among the mountains and forests.

A convoy is slowly passing through the official road in the middle.

The horse guards on both sides of the convoy cast their eyes on Nie Qingge on the big khaki horse beside the first carriage from time to time.

The blood-stained clothes that hour ago had been thrown away and replaced with a clean and tidy guard uniform, but the bamboo hat was still worn on the head after the blood was washed away with water.

If he hadn't seen Nie Qingge change his clothes with his own eyes.

They simply couldn't face this silent and low-key figure who couldn't hold back a word for a long time, and the murderous figure when they first met.

Even Wang Chen occasionally cast his gaze on Nie Qingge.

At that time, after confirming that Nie Qingge was invited by Lin Zhenwei and lifting the dangerous measures, he went to the tea shed to check carefully.

Then, find something from those who pretend to be traveling traders.

A crude map.

The route marked on the map is exactly the route their convoy traveled, and a cross was drawn at the location of the tea shed.

From this point of view, the purpose of those people is probably to assassinate the princess.

If it weren't for Nie Qingge, even if he and the others didn't go to the tea shed to drink tea, they would definitely not be able to avoid a fierce battle, which would inevitably result in the loss of several guards, and possibly disturb the princess.

That's why.

For Nie Qingge who could easily get rid of those people, Wang Chen was even more curious about his real identity.

More than half of those people were killed by a single blow. It can be seen that the killer's martial arts are very strong. Even if such a person is not innate, it is absolutely impossible for him to be an unknown person.

Because, in the case of facing dozens of enemies of the same realm alone, it is impossible for a person who can create an almost complete victory result by immersing himself in hard training, and he must have suffered no less than three-digit lives on his hands, and There are few weaklings.

Such a person is bound to have a lot of fame.

Wang Chen moved his gaze, and then looked at the knife on Nie Qingge's back.

Judging from the several broken knives found at the scene and the gaps on most of the weapons, this knife has also done a lot of merit, at least it is a knife of the level of a magic weapon.

This made Wang Chen, who is also a knife user, feel a little envious in his heart. If he also has such a knife

"As a knife, I am too difficult!"

On the other hand, Jiang Ren couldn't help feeling a chill towards Wang Chen who was patrolling back and forth in the convoy and looked at him with fiery eyes from time to time.

Dao is known as the commander of a hundred soldiers.

Knives with multiple usage methods such as chopping, chopping, chopping, stabbing, pressing, sweeping, picking, etc. can be described as infinitely varied in use, and can be used both offensively and defensively.

But because of this, there are very few women who use knives.

Thinking that there will be many men looking at him with such different eyes in the future, Jiang Ren has a feeling that the path of the knife is gloomy.

"roll!"

Seeing Wang Chen looking over again, Jiang Ren couldn't help imagining a middle finger pointing towards him.

Once or twice is enough, it's still exciting, right?

After a while, Jiang Ren calmed down, seeing that the power of the soul would take some time to recover, so he focused on the second carriage at the side and rear.

Three carriages formed a straight line.

In terms of appearance, the carriages are basically the same, but the decoration and people inside are quite different.

Lin Zhenwei was sitting in the first car, the princess and two maids were in the second car, and the third car was used to carry goods.

"This little princess looks amazing."

Jiang Ren recalled the scene when the little princess appeared. The already beautiful face and figure combined with that unique temperament gave people a feeling that 1 plus 1 is greater than 2.

In the real world and the world of hunters and demon hunters, he has seen many women, and he has encountered many such beautiful faces, but there are almost no such stunning women.

"Uh...that person is not a woman."

Jiang Ren thought silently, this is not the influence caused by the difference in the world, but the modern social environment, it is doomed that it is very difficult for such a stunning girl to appear.

Of course, he wouldn't have any dirty thoughts about a young girl.

The reason why she pays attention to the little princess is that like most gentlemen, she has an appreciation for beautiful things in her heart, just like a certain saying "you can only watch from a distance but not play with it".

Beautiful things, without touching them, are enough to make people feel happy.

"You can practice again!"

Seeing that the power of the soul has recovered, Jiang Ren once again devoted himself to the practice of transforming the power of the soul into instrumental energy.

After the killing in the tea shed, he transformed all the blood energy into instrument energy, and successfully filled most of the blade.

"The rest should be filled tonight."

"Although these energy can be directly used to strengthen the blade, judging from the ability obtained when it was filled up last time, the blade can hold more energy this time. Will filling it up again get new energy? What about ability?"

Jiang Ren looked at the slowly increasing performance, looking forward to it.

It was approaching evening.

The convoy came to a small mountain village with only a hundred or so households.

When the villagers saw a strange visitor with a sword at their waist, they were all deeply vigilant.

However, under the ensuing silver offensive, the group was quickly brought into the village, not only vacating a lot of houses, but also taking out food that they were usually reluctant to part with.

If it weren't for the guards who chose to cook by themselves in order to prevent food poisoning.

Those villagers will probably be scrambling to cook, hoping to get more silver taels.

Drink and eat.

After arranging the rotation list for the night watch, most of the team went back to their rooms to rest, and Nie Qingge was no exception.

Although he had just joined the team, he was placed in one of the best houses because his image was too fierce when we first met.

now.

In the courtyard next door where the princess is, the main hall is still lit.

The princess is sitting on a wooden chair, with a maid standing on the left and right. Even though she is still young, she still has a royal demeanor in her every move.

Near the door, Lin Zhenwei and Wang Chen stood straight.

A peaceful smile appeared on the princess's face: "Butler Lin, the people you invited are very interesting."

Hearing this, Lin Zhenwei smiled wryly: "Princess Changping, you should call the old minister by his real name."

"That can't be done, you are my elder."

Princess Changping blinked playfully, with a hint of a smile in her eyes, and after a few jokes, she asked seriously: "Then who is Nie Qingge?"

Wang Chen also looked at Lin Zhenwei at this time, he had been puzzled by this question for most of the day.

"Who is the specific person, to be honest, the old minister doesn't know."

Lin Zhenwei shook his head and said: "Twenty years ago, the old minister saw that he was pitiful and gave him a bowl of rice. I have never seen him again since then."

"Until four years ago, he suddenly appeared in front of the old minister, and promised to find him for anything, whether it was murder or something, and then gave the old minister a place and method of contact, and then drifted away."

He is a very gambler, but few people know about it.

Moreover, I have written letters with roughly the same content to four people, and only Nie Qingge was able to arrive at the appointed time. I think the reason why the other three did not come was either because of fear or because they died on the way.

In this way, I have no choice.