C13

As night fell, Song Yunsheng returned to his room and began to eat the food sent over by the inn.

"Today was a good day!" A voice floated in.

"Young Master, Red Sleeves Manor Lord, three days, 300 thousand silver. This is the deposit, 100,000 silver." Song Yunsheng did not open the door. He continued to eat and explained.

"That's right. At this time tomorrow, go to the Flowing Cloud City's City Lord's Mansion and collect the money." "No," he said.

"Understood, Young Master." Song Yunsheng did not suspect his young master's ability. He knew that the real experts were in the imperial court and not in the martial arts world. Therefore, he was not worried that his young master would be injured.

Ever since the Song Clan had fallen, Song Yunsheng had come to understand that officials who did business were the most important. Of those who read, the Prime Minister was the most formidable. For martial artists, the great general was the most unscrupulous. No matter what he did, it was all for the sake of silver. In this world, of course, the only family that could give him the most was the Shangguan family.

Anyone who had learned how to be talented hoped that they could sell it to the royal family. Only by doing so could they realize their own worth. Isn't this? The best Ghost Doctor also had to treat the young prince's illness, and she also had to arrive at any time she called. If she couldn't, then she would hide and not dare to come out. Back then, the Ghost Doctor was feared by the entire martial arts world. Now that she had sold her medicine to the emperor's family, she had become so miserable.

If Qing Tian knew what Song Yunsheng was thinking, who knew what he would think. Actually, there was no problem with Song Yunsheng's way of thinking. It was just that he had overlooked the fact that some of the more powerful experts were not among them. For example, the Ghost King.

The scenery at night was always a little scary. After all, there was only moonlight in this world. It could be imagined that when a person walked on a dark road and heard the cries of unknown origin, ordinary people would not be able to stand it.

However, Qing Tian didn't do anything like the night, because in the past, the night was his happiest time, and he didn't have any eyes looking at him.

Tonight, he was going to give a resounding name to his career as a killer.

He looked at the time. It's about time, he told himself.

A figure floated past and entered the courtyard of the Red Sleeve Villa. With a turn of his body, he became the Villa Master of the Red Sleeve Villa's favorite disciple, Red Flag. This red flag was the best person to learn martial arts in the Red Sleeve Villa, so the manor lord especially liked him. At night, he would often teach him some of the techniques of the Red Sleeve Village. Well, he was going to call in again tonight to see how things were going.

"Master." There was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" the owner said.

I Shang pushed the door open and entered. "Master, let's begin!" "Through interrogating the red card, he knew that the test every night was a spar." I have to say, this is a pretty good teacher. " He was thinking.

The two of them started exchanging pointers, because I, Shang, did not know what kind of martial arts the Red Sleeve Skill was, so I missed out from the very beginning.

"What move did you use?" the manor lord asked warily.

"Of course I'm using my own moves!" He answered coldly.

"To be able to control my most prized disciple without making a sound, it seems you have some skills!" The manor lord was rather impressed, "I wonder what brings you here?"

"Kill you!" "No," he said.

"With just you? "Dream on!" The manor lord sneered.

Just as he finished speaking, he felt a chill in his throat. Even if he died, he didn't know how he died. "Am I really old?" That was his last thought before he died.

Qing Tian didn't understand why people could talk so much. Otherwise, he could have played two more moves.

He quickly left the Manor, knowing that in another fifteen minutes, there would be people coming to ask for the Manor Lord's rest.

After he began to tell Song Yunsheng what he wanted to do, he went to investigate the work and rest patterns of the nearby houses. After knowing that the first house was the Red Sleeve Villa, he went to the Manor Lord's disciples and so on. That was why he did it so easily, as if he was going home to eat.

Of course, if it wasn't for his superb martial arts, all of this would have been impossible because strength was the key.

Not long after he came to open the Manor, the servants of the Manor found out that their revered master had died just like that in his room. The Manor was suddenly thrown into chaos.

After counting the number of people, the Eldest Disciple realized that the Fourth Junior Brother had disappeared. Thus, the people from the Manor began to search for him. After a night of tossing and turning, a servant found the body of the red target on the roof. No one had expected the red label to be dead as well. If it wasn't for someone on the roof looking for the leak, no one would have noticed him.

The eldest disciple looked at the corpses of his master and his fourth junior brother and said loudly with grief written all over his face, "The tragic deaths of his master and his fourth junior brother must be avenged. A few days ago, he heard that the sword immortal accepted the money, so it seemed like this matter was definitely related to him. I will definitely lead everyone to take revenge for them. "

"Didn't Master like you? This is great now, you can go with your master! The Red Sleeve Villa is mine! " The eldest disciple thought to himself.

The others also had the same thought, but the eldest senior brother was the most powerful one besides the fourth junior brother and the master. Previously, when the fourth junior brother was here, he was not as arrogant as he was now. Thus, although the others were unwilling, they did not want to take the lead. After all, no one was stupid enough to take the lead.

Thus, under the arrangements of the eldest senior brother, everyone stayed in mourning for the master and the fourth junior brother.

Because the owner of the Red Sleeve Villa was too feminine, he had never had a family, and naturally did not have any children. Thus, the current villa was the world of the eldest senior brother alone.

At this moment, the Eldest Senior Brother was thinking about how to consolidate his position, and he was simply making random claims about finding the murderer. His fellow disciples were plotting on how to take over the Red Sleeves Villa. Thus, the internal strife at the Red Excellence Villa began. This was also what I, Shang, had said, there would be no future troubles.

The next day, the eldest senior brother of the Red Sleeve Villa announced to the world that the manor lord and the fourth junior brother had unfortunately fallen into Qi deviation while studying martial arts.

There was a flurry of discussion in the martial arts world. If the manor lord was dead, no one could threaten him. Was that okay? Almost all of the aristocratic families wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to swallow up the Red Sleeve House. However, everyone was worried that the other aristocratic families would join hands and interfere, making their families the target of public criticism.

"Therefore, I might as well split it into two." Many advisors were trying to convince their family head like this.

Thus, many letters flew to the Red Sleeve Villa.

However, among all the aristocratic families, only Floating Cloud City knew the truth.

"Then should we send the rest of the remuneration over now?" That night, the young city lord of the Flowing Wind Family cautiously asked. Ever since he had handed this matter to Song Yunsheng, he had frequently been scolded by his father, so his speech had become more cautious.

"What's the rush? The three days are not up yet!" the Mayor said flatly.

The servant then reported, "Old master, someone wishes to meet you!"

"Who is it?" the mayor asked. Since the Old City Lord didn't eat with the younger generation, the Old Master was referring to the City Lord.

"He said he's Young Master's friend, he's …" The servant found it difficult to speak.