Raising Orphans, Not Assassins

Jiangning County, riverside. A shabby boat was parked on the water, with white rust on the hull, and it looked like it had been there for some time. An old man was sitting on the boat, holding a fishing rod in his hand, half-closed his eyes, as if he was asleep. Suddenly, ripples appeared on the water, and the fishing line at the end of the fishing rod rose and fell, and there was a pulling feeling. The half-closed old man opened his eyes and exerted a little force with his skinny hands. He pulled out a fat river fish that had bit the hook and was caught. The river fish fell on the boat, fluttering its body, splashing a large amount of water. "Deacon Li." A plain female voice came from behind the old man. The old man did not speak. The fishing rod in his hand shook lightly, and the river fish that fell on the boat was carried by the fishing line and accurately hit the fishing basket behind him. After doing all this, the old man said lightly: "What's the matter?" "Zhao Wu is dead." The plain female voice said. "He must not have been as good as others. If he is dead, so be it." The old man's voice was calm and without ups and downs. He swung the fishing rod in his hand, threw the hook again, and sank it into the water. The water surface rippled in circles around the hook. "He was killed by Xu Xiaolin, the Smiling Cat of Wanjin Hall." The woman continued. The old man nodded: "That's because he was unlucky." "If he had met someone else, he might have survived," the woman said calmly: "Unfortunately, he met Xu Xiaolin." The old man stared at the river and said lightly: "Zhao Wu's Qinggong is very good." "But it's still a little worse than Xu Xiaolin." The woman continued. "So he is unlucky." The woman did not speak. She stared at the river and held the scabbard tightly with her left hand. After a long time, she said calmly: "He is indeed unlucky." Several sword lights flashed. The old man felt his hands and feet grow cold and lost consciousness at the same time. Qin Yi slowly put the long sword back into the sheath, staring at Deacon Li with indifference. She just used the sword to cut the tendons of Deacon Li's hands and feet. Deacon Li turned his somewhat stiff neck and looked at Qin Yi behind him. "You know everything?" he asked calmly. Qin Yi nodded: "I don't know much." "You leaked Zhao Wu's information, so Xu Xiaolin appeared in Jiangning County." Deacon Li nodded expressionlessly: "You really don't know much." "Why did you betray Fengyu Tower?" Qin Yi's eyes were like autumn water, staring at Deacon Li, and her usually calm tone had a little more ripples. Deacon Li looked up at Qin Yi and smiled. "Everyone is betraying Fengyu Tower, but you just don't know it." Hearing this, Qin Yi was shocked. "Do you know the leader of the Shenji Sect?" Deacon Li stared at the lake. He didn't seem to care about his limbs being cut, but asked Qin Yi calmly. "I know." Qin Yi didn't understand why Deacon Li suddenly mentioned the most mysterious sect in the world. "Three months ago, he felt something in his heart and told a fortune." Deacon Li said calmly. "So what?" Qin Yi asked. Deacon Li smiled: "The master of Shenji Sect hasn't told any prophecies for twenty years. After he told the prophecy that day, he vomited blood. It had almost killed him." A flash of thought came to Qin Yi's mind. "Is it related to Fengyu Tower?" She asked with a hint of urgency in her voice. Deacon Li did not answer her question, but said lightly: "The prophecy goes as such," "In twenty years, there will be a great disaster in the martial arts world." "The source is an assassin organization with three words." At this point, Deacon Li's voice added a hint of sadness and sarcasm. Hearing this, Qin Yi was silent. She understood. "Shenji Sect is iron-mouthed and has made every possible plan. The master of Shenji Sect hasn't told fortunes for twenty years. Suddenly, he got a prophecy on a whim, but he wanted to destroy Fengyu Tower." Deacon Li sneered at the corner of his mouth, staring at the river with disdain. Qin Yi said calmly, "This is not a reason to betray." Deacon Li suddenly turned around and glanced at Qin Yi, his eyes deep, "You know too little." "Don't investigate anymore. Everyone is betraying Fengyu Tower. If you continue to investigate, you will die." Deacon Li looked at Qin Yi with a trace of compassion, as if in his eyes, even if his tendons were cut, Qin Yi was still the pitiful one. Qin Yi nodded: "Anything else to say?" "The fish was just caught, don't waste it." Deacon Li retracted his gaze and continued to stare at the river. The fishing line hanging from the fishing rod swayed lightly in the wind. The water surface was blown by the wind, and the waves were slow. Deacon Li looked at the fishing rod and the river calmly. It seemed that in the last moment of his life, he was still nostalgic for whether he could catch a fish. A sword flashed. Qin Yi left. After a long time. The fishing line hanging on the river was pulled by the fish into the water. The fishing rod that was originally tightly held in his hand swayed a few times and fell into the river. In a blink of an eye, it was washed away by the current and disappeared. … Tieque Villa, reception hall. Zhang Zhiling's eyes paused on Master Huoyun for a moment, and he slowly said, "You just need to dissolve your internal strength." As soon as the voice fell, everyone present was stunned. The reception hall was dead silent. If a needle fell at this time, it would be heard clearly. "Senior Zhang, you said that the last test is to make us dissolve our internal strength?" Master Huoyun kept a smile on his face, but his tone was cold. Zhang Zhiling nodded and said gently, "Yes." "The Innate Qi Skill cannot coexist with other internal forces. If you want to inherit my mantle, you must dissolve your internal strength." Zhang Zhiling explained. Everyone present understood what he meant. The six candidates were all silent and didn't say anything. Internal strength training is not a matter of one day or one night. The internal strength of Master Huoyun and others was practiced since childhood, and it took more than ten years to practice to this point. Shanxi Tiger Dwarf, Peng Tong has practiced internal strength for decades. Zhang Zhiling asked them to abandon their life-long internal strength with just one sentence, which was equivalent to asking a man to castrate himself. For a moment, several people could not accept it. Shanxi Tiger Dwarf had a gloomy expression. To abandon the internal strength was equivalent to practicing internal skills from scratch. If one was less talented in internal skills, it would take decades of hard training to start over. More importantly, Peng Tong had many enemies in the martial arts world. If they knew that he had dispersed his internal strength and was re-cultivating his skills, they would definitely come for him. By then, he would be waiting for death. Thinking of this, Peng Tong's eyes flashed with a few fierce colors. He rolled his eyes a few times, clasped his fists and said, "Qing Xuzi, I quit." After saying that, Peng Tong stood up, left his seat, and stood on the side, with the other warriors. Although he quit, he still wanted to see who would become Qing Xuzi's successor in the end. "I quit too." Qiong Aohai, the young master of the Haijing Gang, did not hesitate at all. After he stood up, he left the reception hall directly without stopping. Qiong Aohai acted decisively. The only ones left on the field were Master Huoyun, Kunlun Sect’s Liu Kaiyun, Guandong swordsman, Xie Fei and Chen Ye. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om