When Qingyan knew the purpose of the hall master, he did not cause too much trouble because he asked him to kill people, but became more and more calm.

Qingyan pondered for a moment and asked, "Dare you ask the master of the hall, who will kill? When will you take action?"

The master did not respond directly to the question: "The action will take three o'clock in the next day, and then you will be waiting for me at Shili Pavilion in the eastern suburbs outside the city."

This answer did not satisfy Qingyan, and he said, "I dare to ask the master, the villain has the last question, is this person the one we should kill?"

Seeing that the hall master was a little stunned for a moment, the deputy hall master took over the conversation, "Yes, this person is the enemy of our Qingzhu Gang, but this action must not be made public, and it has very high requirements for skills, so the hall master decided that you two will only act this time."

After saying that, the deputy hall master smiled again and continued, "Of course, you can get a reward of 200 taels after the matter is completed. Qingyan, this is a total of 200 taels, which is enough for you to start a family and start a career. It is a great opportunity."

Without caring about the inducement of the deputy hall master's unnutrition, Qingyan stood up and bowed, "Master, the deputy hall master, the villain already understands it, but it is really hard to drink tonight. The villain goes back to rest first, so he can also keep his energy and do his job for the future. The villain thanks you here."

Qingyan's farewell surprises the two of them. This Hongcui Tower is not a place that everyone can come to. Ordinary gang members like Qingyan may stop for the rest of their lives, but this kid put the pie that was smashing his mouth and refused to eat it. It seems that he was really drunk.

The master of the hall did not try to keep him, and said, "Since Qingyan, you are so considering the overall situation, the deputy master and I will no longer try to keep him. Let's have a good rest after going back, and don't miss the time in the future."

Leaving this small yard, Qingyan walked straight forward. After almost half a stick of incense, Qingyan flashed sideways and quickly swept back against the shadow beside the wall.

At this time, he was already roughly sure that the two old foxes' gourds were definitely not good medicine. Although Shengniutang's previous actions were not very popular, he had never been so sneaky.

Besides, the subsequent reward was 200 taels. They thought that the money would make them lose their calmness, but they didn't know that they had been a human being in their second lifetime, and their ability to observe and analyze the situation was not comparable to that of a young boy.

After a while, Qingyan had already arrived outside the wall of the courtyard. According to the rough pattern he had written in his mind before, there was a flower bed inside the wall, and this flower bed was just not far from the stone pavilion.

After observing the surroundings, Qingyan's body was like a spirit ape, quickly climbing over the courtyard wall. As soon as he landed, he squatted in the flowerbed and hid it, and only a slight sound was made during this period.

Qingyan was a little lucky at this time that before this body was occupied by him, he must have practiced hard every day and trained a good body.

I slowly touched forward and arrived at the front of the flower bed. I saw that the stone pavilion was not far from here, and the sound inside was clearly transmitted to Qingyan's ears.

At this time, Qingyan could only be described as unbearable.

I saw the two hall masters sitting naked on the stone bench with a golden sword, embracing a pretty beauties in disheveled clothes on each side. The dirty words and the sound of teasing were unrestrained.

While eating the grapes handed over, the deputy hall master ravaged a woman with his hands and asked vaguely: "Master, do you think that boy Qingyan doesn't like silver? Why do I think he is not moved by 200 liang at all? Is this kid too much appetite?"

The master of the hall was not much more virtuous. He took a sip of wine and replied: "Don't bother whether he likes money or not, as long as things are done this time, you and I will definitely make a fortune."

"Yes, no matter whether he loves money or not, 200 taels is considered to be a good deal for him anyway." The deputy hall master paused and said, "After that, except for leaving us with a deposit of 200 taels last night, that person has no words about him. He has not yet said who the target is. It's simply strange."

The master pondered for a moment and said, "This is a bit strange, but for the fact that there are still three thousand taels afterwards, why don't you and I take risks once? If you don't try it, I will drink the northwest wind in these four battles for the rest of my life."

The conversation between the two reached Qingyan's ears without saying a word. Although he did not find out who the target was, he at least knew that this action was definitely not the instructor of the Qingzhu Gang. To put it bluntly, it was just a matter of spending money to buy a fierce act alone. And the reward was very huge, with a total of 5,000 taels in advance and afterwards, which forced Qingyan to redefine the danger of the future action in his heart.

After observing for another half an hour, they saw that the two of them had slowly gotten up and hugged the women beside them and walked in. Qingyan was not ready to alert the enemy, so he slowly retreated out.

It was already two hours after leaving Hongcui Building. Because the curfew was about to be held, the streets were deserted and there were not many pedestrians.

I quickly walked to the alley where I lived. It was just the right time, but as soon as I turned into the alley, Qingyan's eyes were attracted by a person in the corner of the wall.

I saw this man wearing a torn robe and holding a broken bowl in his hand. Because the alley was dim, he couldn't see clearly. At this time, he was sitting in the corner of the wall, motionless.

Qingyan observed for a while and saw that the other party had no movement, so he did not meddle in other people's business and walked straight in.

Not far away, Qingyan returned and stood in front of the monk and whispered: "I said, monk, the city has a curfew. Now even beggars dare not appear on the street after curfew. If you don't want to be taken into prison as a mere act, find a place to avoid it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the monk raised his head and looked at Qingyan, revealing his face. He saw that the monk was not young, and he was over 60 years old. Although his body was tattered, his face was free of dirt and clean.

The monk smiled and said, "Thank you for telling the donor, I know." After that, he bowed with one hand. Qingyan nodded, then ignored him and walked into the depths of the alley.

When Qingyan opened the door and the wooden door had just pushed open a gap, it quickly retreated like a frightened bird, and during that time it had already held the short knife behind the waist in his hand.

At this time, four masked men in black rushed out of the gate, all of whom were holding knives in their hands. It was obvious that the visitor was not good.

After maintaining a certain distance, Qingyan looked at the other party and asked coldly: "Who are you? You dare to enter the door and commit crimes. Even if you are not afraid of the government, can you tell that I am a disciple of the Qingzhu Gang?"

The responding to Qingyan was the four-person steel knife!

These four people obviously had a very tacit understanding. The first two attacked the upper and lower parts, and the other two blocked the left and right. It was obvious that they had been planning for a long time. Seeing that their attack was not airtight, Qing Yan had no choice but to retreat and dared not take it forward. He was thinking about the way to break the enemy.

With such a main attacker and the other side retreated, they had retreated for more than twenty steps in a blink of an eye. They were about to retreat to the entrance of the alley. The other party also knew that this might alarm the patrol guards, so the offensive became fierce in vain.

Just now!

Qingyan blocked the knife that was slashing under his ribs, quickly rushed to the side, exerted one foot, rushed to the alley wall, and then kicked with both feet, and with this powerful force, he stabbed someone behind like an arrow.

The man obviously did not expect the Jinghong attack, and was stunned and died under the Qingyan Sword.

Although he used a strange move to kill one person, the other party obviously did not want to give Qingyan a way out, and the offensive did not slacken at all because of losing one person.

Qingyan wanted to retreat when he moved sideways to avoid the knife that was slashing at the door, but at some point one of them had touched him and slashed him with a slanted knife. Qingyan leaned his heart and took the initiative to touch the steel knife behind him. When he was about to touch, he twisted his waist and slashed the throat of the person behind him with a backhand.

He successfully killed the second person, but Qingyan's left arm was also cut, and blood was dripping.

At this time, the remaining two people saw Qingyan's space and attacked his body together. Just when Qingyan was unable to react and was about to become a dead soul under the knife, a Buddha's name suddenly rang out.

"Amitabha"

As soon as he finished speaking, the down-and-out monk that Qingyan had met suddenly landed between the two sides from the sky, and his broken cassock was blowing away without wind, as if there was a wave of nothingness, blowing away the steel knives of the two men.

I thought I was sure to win, but this sudden change surprised the two masked men. It was already unexpected that they would lose two people. If the goal could not be achieved tonight, it would be a waste of rice. But the two of them were afraid of the monk's inexplicable moves and hesitated.

Just as the two were in a dilemma, the monk put his hands together and said calmly: "Two donors, you must not only increase the karma of killing. Listen to me, please retreat quickly, Amitabha."

Hearing this, the two masked men already knew that the other party was giving them a chance. If they didn't leave, they might not be able to leave. So after looking at each other, they took their companions' bodies and quickly retreated.

"Who are you?" Qingyan asked in a deep voice to the two masked men, covering his bleeding arms.

The other party ignored it at all and quickly disappeared from the alley in three steps. Qingyan had to give up, and then bowed to the monk seriously and said, "Thank you for your help, Master, I will never thank you for your kindness. If the master is sent in the future, even if he speaks, Qingyan will do his best."

The monk turned around slowly and smiled and said, "This donor, thanks to the reminder, I was going to find a place to spend the night, but before I walked far, I found that there were many soldiers on the street. I didn't want to cause too much trouble, so I came back, thinking that since I had a relationship with the donor, I could see if I could rest for a while with the donor. I didn't expect to see such a scene, Amitabha."

Qingyan laughed silently, but unexpectedly, with an unintentional reminder, he would save his life in the end. This fate is really wonderful.

He put away his short knife and bowed to the monk again, "I dare to ask the master's name."
Chapter completed!