Chapter 241: When the Flying Squirrel Flies Across the Moon and the Blue Sky·XI

Tang Kun had long known that Master Tang was not his original second brother. Master Tang came from a place called Wuduling and was a pure Miao.

When Master Tang hit the crack that appeared out of nowhere more than ten years ago, his soul was sucked into the Demon Realm and he never came back. Now the one living in Master Tang's shell is this Miao who is very knowledgeable about poisonous snakes.

Tang Kun also knew the origin of such a crack. Generally speaking, people call this kind of passage that connects to the Demon Realm and can lead to other worlds "Well of Gods and Demons".

However, the entrance and exit of the Well of Gods and Demons are often guarded by gods or demons, and mortals cannot pass through. And the Miao in Master Tang's body is just a mortal who doesn't even know magic.

He didn't know what the Miao people looked like, nor did he know where the "Five Poison Ridge" he mentioned was, but Tang Kun could read from his clear eyes that he knew nothing about this strange world.

He couldn't save Master Tang. Tang Kun thought about it for a long time, and finally made an agreement with his new brother to keep this secret in front of the elders and let the Miao people continue to live in place of Master Tang.

More than ten years passed, the elders gradually passed away, and Tang Kun also became the master of the fort. He knew that Master Tang seemed to be unreliable, but in fact he was full of vigilance against everything in this world, and had no trust in anyone other than Tang Kun. To be able to convince him to implement the "ban on killing" together, the Ritian that Su Xin brought back must be special.

"Zhan Ni Tang's assassin business is booming, and many employers come for your ability to never fail. If you leave now, I'm worried that Tang Jia Bao's business, which has finally picked up, will decline again."

Tang Kun heard the conversation between Master Tang and Xiao Hao as soon as he entered the door, and raised his eyebrows curiously.

"Tang Feng, Tang Ming and the others have practiced kung fu well recently, and can slowly take on some simple tasks. Tang Jia Bao is now as solid as a rock, and it's not so easy for people from Pili Tang to get in alive again."

Xiao Hao was concerned about his promise to Cang Ming, and didn't want to delay too much time, because he had stayed in Tang Jia Bao for more than a month because of the Yan Jia incident, which made him feel a little delayed. Fortunately, Ziyin has many friends in the world of immortal cultivation, and news comes from time to time. Xiao Hao now has some clues about Changqin's whereabouts.

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked up and saw Master Tang's face full of resentment, and couldn't help but shudder, "Uh... I, I won't leave so soon... Don't I have some important things to do?"

Master Tang looked at him in confusion, "Isn't it important?"

Xiao Hao curled the corners of his lips, sneered, and then put on a stern face and said, "Nothing, just a personal grudge."

Master Tang was about to ask something else when he heard a clear cough at the door. Tang Kun, who had been listening outside for a while, came over with a generous smile and greeted them, "Thank you for your trouble this month, young man."

Xiao Hao nodded in return, and said nonchalantly, "Thank you for your help, the fortress lord helped me first."

Tang Kun didn't say much to him, and from his heart He took out a bottle of dark blue stuff: "Secretly made Tianshui Water, after it is refined into oil, pour it on the outer shell of Lianjin Mud every three hours, and it will solidify in five days."

Xiao Hao's eyes lit up slightly, and he took note of it seriously. He took the bottle of stuff, and took out some Nine-Curved Dragon Cloth from his pocket and handed it to Tang Kun: "This is used to maintain the wooden armor of those patrol agencies. The materials are easy to find in Tang Sect. The castle owner just does it as required."

Tang Kun smiled lightly and said: "I think the young hero has a connection with Tangjiabao. Although I don't know which ancestor it is, if you don't mind, you can regard this Shuzhong Tang Sect as your home in the future like Sister Su Xin."

When Master Tang heard the words "ancestors", he turned his head to the side and held back his laughter.

Tang Kun didn't understand and cast a puzzled look.

Xiao Hao couldn't explain his complicated identity to him and Master Tang, so he pretended nothing happened and said to Tang Kun: "I like this place very much. If there is a suitable mission in Nizhantang, I will continue to do it. Tang Sect has been low-key for too long. Outsiders always regard Tangjiabao as a low-ranking sect that only knows hidden weapons and poisons. It's time to remind them of the reputation of Tang Sect's assassin family."

Tang Kun heard that his words seemed to have a hint, and he was a little confused. But seeing that he was very close to Tang Sect, he was naturally very happy. He patted his shoulder and said: "The killer will not leave a name in the world. If you are tired of being alone one day, you can come home at any time."

Home.

Xiao Hao was slightly startled, and he felt that he had not experienced this word for many years.

When he thought of Tang Feng and Tang Ming's group of chattering little ones, his heart softened a little, and his face became less cold and hard, and more gentle.

"Thank you."

He was honored to have such a small world behind him.

*

A few days later, it rained again. Dusk fell, the wind rustled, and the bamboo leaves trembled in the rain, but they became more and more fresh.

There was no light in Tang Yi's room. He curled up in bed alone, and the lightning outside illuminated half of his childish face.

Under Xiao Hao's supervision, Tang Feng and others had already started new training, but he... his poison skills were abolished, and he would never have the opportunity to stand out among the second-generation disciples in this life. He was born in a low family, and now his future is even more uncertain.

Tang Yi clenched his fists and pressed down the thing hidden close to his chest.

There was no expression on his face, but the twisted hatred in his heart hidden in the darkness could not be extinguished even by the heavy rain outside the window.

If it weren't for his uncle handing them over to Su Xin... If it weren't for Su Xin's alcoholism and laziness... If it weren't for Xiao Hao taking them to dig for treasures...

With a "click", there was a strange noise from the windowsill. He stared at it vigilantly, his eyes glowing faintly in the night.

Xiao Hao lifted his window with one hand, squatted quietly on the windowsill, and waved to Tang Yi inside: "Good evening, it looks like you haven't slept yet."

Tang Yi saw who was coming, and silently buried his head back in the shadows, as usual, without answering a word.

Xiao Hao came in, walked to his bed, and stretched out a hand to invite him. "I just came back from the Sword Tomb, and the first thing I did was to come to see you. How about going on a mission with me tonight?"

Tang Yi glanced at the hand in the dark gauntlet that was stretched out to him, and turned his head to the side again.

Xiao Hao hit a nail, but he didn't get discouraged. He easily reached out and grabbed him on his shoulder, holding his back and said, "If you don't say it, I will take it as your acquiescence."

Tang Yi struggled twice but couldn't break free, and said angrily, "What are you doing! Put me down!"

He felt that Xiao Hao looked a little different today than before. The cold armor hurt him, but strangely, whether it was because the rain outside was too cold or for some other reason, the body carrying him was not warm at all.

Tang Yi was the most independent among his brothers and sisters, and he had never been close to Xiao Hao. He was a little stunned by the touch that was not like a real person.

The flying orioles that blocked out the sun spread out in the night sky, and the wind and rain hit Tang Yi's face. Tang Yi's clothes were thin, and he couldn't help but shiver in the air.

Xiao Hao held him tightly, soaring high in the sky, flying over the eaves and walls, and quickly passing through the night rain.

When he landed, Tang Yi was still a little dazed. He touched his bangs that were wet by the rain, and then looked down at the clothes that were not stained by rain at all. His brows were wrinkled, and he didn't know what Xiao Hao was going to do.

Xiao Hao lifted him up with one hand, and "whoosh" he went up to the roof, landed steadily at a high place, pointed at a middle-aged man who was walking towards this room not far away, and whispered in his ear: "Is it him?"

Tang Yi turned his head to look, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his fists that had been somewhat relaxed immediately clenched again.

It was the man who killed him together with the warrior that day.

It turned out that this was the Pili Hall.

He did not respond, but Xiao Hao had already understood everything from his reaction. He put Tang Yi in place, jumped off the roof and hid in a hidden corner, put his index finger in front of his lips and made a gesture of silence to Tang Yi.

Tang Yi saw that the dark blue figure disappeared in an instant, without leaving even a trace of breath.

He rubbed his eyes and was a little at a loss in the empty corner.

Xiao Hao's last move was like... a dangerous and quietly bared fang before hunting prey.

The people of Tangjiabao have to practice the skills of hiding since childhood. He held his breath involuntarily, not daring to breathe, and crouched silently on the roof, vaguely guessing what Xiao Hao was going to do.

The man seemed to have a high status in the Pili Hall, and many people were respectful to him. Tang Yi vaguely heard words like "elder". It was late at night, and he should have returned to his room to rest.

The door slammed shut behind the man, and a thunderclap broke out outside the room, illuminating the room as bright as day. The man seemed to have noticed something, frowned and looked in the direction of Tang Yi hiding on the roof.

Tang Yi cried out inwardly, "Not good." His kung fu was low, and his body had not recovered yet, so he could not hide in front of this man at all.

However, before he could react, a silent life-chasing arrow had pierced the man's shoulder from behind, nailing him to the wall.

The man cried out in pain and immediately looked towards the direction where the arrow came from. He saw a figure wearing a silver mask and carrying a shining Qianji Box slowly walking out of the shadow corner.

"What, who is it!!"

Xiao Hao hooked Tang Yi down with a claw, held the Qianji Box in his hand, squatted down and hugged him, held Tang Yi's cold little hand with both hands, and quickly and decisively controlled his hand to load, push the mechanism, and aim.

"The life-chasing arrow requires fast and decisive, and it must see blood and never miss. It is so terrifying that it leaves no trace for thousands of miles. Hold the crossbow steady and don't shake your hands."

Tang Yi opened his mouth, and a strange emotion burned from the bottom of his heart. He looked up at Xiao Hao. Behind the seemingly ruthless and mysterious mask, there was an extremely serious and confident look, as if... as long as he was in the dark night, he was the king who could control life and death and fly feathers to take lives. He could

decide life and death without doing anything, and no ghosts or gods could stop him.

He was... avenging himself.

"This arrow will send him to the grave."

Xiao Hao steadied his hand, and the muzzle locked the man's trembling heart.

Tang Yi tightened the Qianji Box in his hand for some unknown reason, and his aiming eyes became sharp. The finger that pulled the trigger removed all hesitation, leaving only the determination to kill.

"Swish——"

Chasing life without return to the underworld.

The sound of the strings did not stir up the slightest ripple in the sound of rain outside the window.

The small room was gradually stained by the spreading blood, but there was no trace of anyone in the room except the dead elder of the Pili Hall.

An iron lotus was lying quietly on the table in the middle of the room, with the word "Tang" engraved on the front, shining coldly under the reflection of thunder.

[Ding! The knight assisted the Tang Family Fort to revive the family's reputation. The first assassin of the Zhan Ni Hall could shoot through the sun at a hundred steps and chased the dead without turning back. The level was +1000. ]

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