Jiang Sheng remembered his grandmother's words and ran all the way to the top of the mountain. After searching for a while, he finally found the cave. Before he could get close, he heard a rustling sound behind him and the men in black surrounded him.
Dead eyes, a hoarse voice rang out: "Who is it?"
He took out the token from his bosom and said in a deep voice, "I am Jiang Sheng. This is given to me by my grandmother. From now on, you will obey my orders until my father and brother return safely to the capital from southern Xinjiang."
The middle-aged man in the lead was wrapped in black cloth, with only a pair of eyes showing, staring at him intently: "Third Young Master, could you please show me the token?"
Jiang Sheng nodded and handed it to him neatly. He then took out a letter from his bosom and said softly, "I used to be a playboy, and my grandmother was worried that you wouldn't believe me. Please take a look at this letter, Uncle Yang."
The middle-aged man paused, and the coldness in his eyes faded a little.
"Third Young Master is a noble man, you can just call me Old Yang. I cannot bear the title of Uncle Yang, I hope Third Young Master will forgive me."
Jiang Sheng just smiled and didn't take it seriously at all.
If it weren't for Uncle Yang and the others protecting me in my previous life, I would have died like mud. I wouldn't have been able to survive for more than ten years, and I wouldn't have known the truth about my family's annihilation.
So what if he is a death warrior? He deserves his respect.
After Yang Yi checked the token and letter, he returned the item and said seriously, "The item is fine. I wonder what the Third Young Master needs us to do?"
Jiang Sheng said word by word, "I need you to lurk in the military camp, secretly gather information about spies, and protect my father and brother."
"If you need to contact us, there's a special method. Just follow what I say..."
After one stick of incense
Yang nodded, his dead eyes fixed on him, and suddenly said, "The Third Young Master has grown up, the Master should be very pleased."
Jiang Sheng gave a bitter smile, sadness filled his eyes, and his voice was as low as a gust of wind: "Yeah, it's time to grow up. You can't rely on the elders at home to take care of everything."
"Oh, Uncle Yang, could you please accompany me along the way and teach me how to kill people? Whether it's poison or hidden weapons, I just want to learn how to kill people."
The assassins all looked at him, their silent eyes moved with some human emotions, as if they were puzzled.
Yang Yi looked at the nobleman in front of him, with an unclear emotion in his eyes, but he finally suppressed it and chose to obey orders.
"Yes, I will listen to you, Third Young Master. But to learn how to kill someone, one must be brave and quick and ruthless. Once you start, there's no turning back. Third Young Master, you still need to learn."
Jiang Sheng hummed and said softly, "I'm not good at either literature or martial arts. Even if I practice martial arts every day, it's hard to see any results in a short period of time."
"It would be better to learn killing techniques, so I can save my life in a critical moment and not burden others with protecting me... what a loser!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Yi couldn't help but look at him with higher regard.
He readily agreed: "Okay, I will teach you along the way. In the next town, we will go to make hidden weapons. Hidden weapons are essential if you want to kill people, and poison is even more so."
"You also need to learn how to detoxify, otherwise you might end up being poisoned to death instead of killing the enemy."
Jiang Sheng nodded, watched him call out the assassins, and gave them instructions one by one before following him down the mountain.
Yang Yi whispered, "Third Master, I have a question for you."
"Well, Uncle Yang, you ask."
"...You can just call me Lao Yang."
"Okay, Uncle Yang."
Yang Yi: Fine, as long as Third Young Master is happy, you can call me whatever you like. It’s just a name.
"Third Young Master, have you seen me before? Why do you look at me like that? It's like you're looking at an old friend. I only remember going to the General's Mansion when you were three years old..."
Jiang Sheng looked at him and couldn't help laughing from the bottom of his heart.
He jokingly said, "Perhaps we met in a previous life, that's why I feel so close to Uncle Yang. I'll trouble you in the future."
Qingshan saw someone coming down, and saw the man in black in his peripheral vision. He asked in surprise, "Sir, who is this man?"
"Be respectful. This is Uncle Yang. He will escort us all the way to the military camp. Don't ask any other questions. Go find some ordinary clothes for Uncle Yang to change into."
"...Yes, I'll go right away."
Yang Yi changed his clothes and took off the black cloth on his face, revealing an extremely ordinary face that would not be recognized even in a crowd.
The four of them continued on their journey on horseback, thinking they would reach the town today, but unexpectedly they encountered bandits blocking their way halfway.
About twenty people rushed onto the official road. The leader, One-Eye, carried a large knife and plunged it directly into the ground. He sneered and said, "Hand over all your belongings before you can leave."
Qingshan looked at his master beside him and asked in a low voice, "Sir, are you going to deal with these bandits?"
Jiang Sheng looked at the leader. He didn't want to bother with them any more. It wasn't worth wasting time, so he took out a bag of silver and threw it over.
"I'll give you the silver, but make way and let us leave!"
The one-eyed man reached out to catch it, shook it up and down, revealing his large yellow teeth, his eyes filled with greed: "Oh, one hundred taels is not enough to buy four lives. If I kill you..."
"Tsk tsk, all the silver you have is mine, and these four horses are worth a lot of money, why should I let you go?"
Jiang Sheng put his hands on his waist and said expressionlessly, "If that's the case, then there's nothing more to say. Kill them all!"
Upon hearing this, Qingshan Qingmu rushed forward with his sword in hand. Shouts of fighting and killing rang out, screams were heard, blood spurted out, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
In less than an incense stick of time, only the leader and a few men were left out of the twenty or so bandits. Seeing this, the one-eyed man knew that he had run into a tough opponent.
He knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "Sir, we are blind. I hope you will be magnanimous and forgive us this time."
Jiang Sheng jumped off his horse, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and approached step by step. In the one-eyed man's terrified eyes, a flash of light passed by, and his neck was cut open.
The one-eyed man covered his neck with his hands, blood gushing out, unable to speak at all, staring at the man with gloomy eyes.
The remaining few were dealt with, and the official road was covered with blood. Qingshan wiped his sword, his eyes shining: "Sir, what should we do with these bodies?"
"They stripped off the silver, money, and identity badges, dug a pit, and burned the bodies to prevent the accumulation of corpses that could lead to the spread of plague."
Qingshan suspected he had misheard, scratched his ears, and said in disbelief: "Master, if you really want to strip them and search them, they are bandits. If they have money on them, they won't..."
Jiang Sheng glanced at him and said lightly, "They can rob me, so why can't I rob them? What's wrong with the law of the jungle?"
"Uh, nothing's wrong. I'll go search right away."
The four of them worked together to dig a pit, throw the body in and burn it. After they finished doing this, it was almost dark.
Yang Yi took a look at the sky and said softly, "Let's go. Let's find another place to rest for the night. This place at the foot of the mountain is not suitable."
"Well, let's go now."
The four of them rode as fast as they could to find a place to spend the night before dark.
A fire was set up by the river, and something was cooking in a clay pot, bubbling with steam and the aroma of meat filled the air.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
