In late autumn, even when it is Mao, the sky is still dark.

The night covers the earth and refuses to leave for a long time, which provides a good environment for some gentlemen on the Liang Dynasty and strong men who rob money and robbing money.

At this time, two dark figures were hiding under the eaves of an ordinary mud-tiled house.

Except for those with extraordinary eyesight, few people can see their appearance clearly under the protection of darkness. But at a rough look, one can find that one of them is back and bear-back, with a bear-bearing waist, nine feet long, while the other is as thin as firewood and less than six feet tall.

The only thing they have in common is the broken right arm.

The two are Yan San and Xiong Yingjie.

"Sanzi, the oil lamp in the room is still burning. Should we do it now? It will be dawn in a while."

Touching his empty cuffs, Xiong Yingjie's voice seemed a little weak, obviously not recovering from his serious injury.

If you can still jump around with a broken arm, it is contrary to common sense.

As soon as these words were heard, Yan San's thin body trembled violently. His eyes were cruel and vicious. His only left hand was swiming like a fish on his waist, and a sharp short knife appeared silently at his hand.

The short knife reflected the moonlight, and the tangled yellow beard on his chin was revealed: "It is said that the little girl Miao Yuqin has inherited Miao Tianhe's medical skills. I am afraid that Chen Shaobai is lying on the bed and is breathing hard. Now it is the best time to go."

"Kill Li Dabao's Yin Man before leaving. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have ended up in this field."

"Fengzhou has begun to be in chaos. After finishing this vote, we will immediately leave Shixing City and be happy and can't find anyone."

Yan San's body is obviously not as good as blind Xiong. Now it's a bit difficult to stick to the mud wall, but what he said is very confusing.

Hearing this, Xiong Yingjie's breathing became much heavier, and a strong male aura gradually radiated from his body. Under the dim moonlight, it looked particularly hideous, like a wild beast.

"Okay! Go now! I will deflower his woman in front of Chen Shaobai and then send it to Wanji Tower. Thousands of people will press over ten thousand people to let him taste the taste of despair!"

"A woman who is not a virgin, no matter how beautiful her face is, she is not easy to negotiate with the owner of Wan Ji..." Yan San frowned and said halfway, feeling the almost mad beastly aura on his companion, so he changed his mouth and said, "Just do it like this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bright sword tip penetrated Yan San's chest.

Puff!

The next moment, the tip of the sword disappeared silently like a poisonous snake, and the overflowing blood quickly wet the clothes. Yan San opened his mouth and sprayed out a mouthful of fishy blood foam. His eyes were filled with despair, and his body fell down softly.

Yan San to the end, a young man in a black tight-fitting animal skin hunting suit appeared in front of Xiong Yingjie.

The boy held a bloody sword in his hand, his face was pale, and his eyes were bright and terrifying under the moonlight.

Xiong Yingjie was frightened and retreated repeatedly.

"Chen Shaobai? Are you a human or a ghost?"

A few hours ago, Chen Shaobai's abdomen was penetrated by his own hands with a long sword, but now he is standing intact in front of him. Apart from the saying of ghosts, Xiong Yingjie really couldn't find any other possible reasons.

Fear comes from the unknown. Faced with a completely unreasonable scene in front of him, Xiong Yingjie, who is full of energy and blood and does not care about consequences, also became cowardly.

"I came here just to take your life."

Chen Shaobai waved his sword suddenly, and the blue veins on his neck jumped wildly, and his eyes were filled with rage.

He asked himself that he was not the kind of immortal figure who could stay vigilant all day long for twelve hours. Now is the time for people to sleep the most. If it weren't for a coincidence, he might have been taken advantage of by the other party now.

If it weren't for the Qi therapy that allowed Chen Shaobai to recover from his injuries quickly, if he hadn't had the sword dance in the middle of the night, he would have been reluctant to think about what would have happened.

"If you don't tear your face in the future, you will definitely be killed if you take action."

This unforgettable experience made Chen Shaobai gradually develop a cruel and ruthless personality towards the enemy. Almost no one knows that the unparalleled Killing Sword Immortal, here is where he took the first step in his magnificent sword career.

"drink!"

Xiong Yingjie took out a heavy and thick slaughter knife in his hand, and took the lead in attacking because of fear, and a super-level slash broke out.

The power of this sword was extremely strong, like a giant holding a mountain axe. Even if Chen Shaobai had Qi therapy to help him, if he was hit by this sword, his body would be split in half and he would have no way to survive.

The sharp sword wind even blew away Chen Shaobai's forehead.

He chuckled, turned his body slightly, and avoided the opponent's attack like a spirit ape.

With one slash, Xiong Yingjie's body lost his balance and he used a lot of energy to barely maintain himself.

He wanted to fight back, but in the next moment, a long sword danced in the air for a splendid half moon, cutting most of his neck off, and his vertebrae was cut off, leaving only a little bit of flesh and blood barely connected.

clang!

The collision between the long sword and the bone made a sour sound. If it weren't for the excellent quality of this sword, I'd probably be damaged by this slash.

The head was broken, and Xiong Yingjie's huge body instantly lost all his strength to support him, and he smashed the ground with a "bang".

Yan San had already stopped breathing, and his body began to gradually cool down and stiffen.

Chen Shaobai's first killing was two lives, but perhaps because he was hunting in the mountains all year round, he did not have any extra strange emotions, only felt that the bodies of the two were extremely hideous and ugly.

"I cut off one arm of this blind bear today. I haven't adapted to the new balance of my body. If I give him a few more days, I'm afraid it's not as easy as it is now."

Chen Shaobai had never practiced the technique of light body lifting and erecting, so he beheaded the other party, and he was also covered with salty blood spurted out of the broken neck.

The dark clouds covering the moon were blown away by a breeze, and the bright silver light projected onto him, commensurate with blood, covering him like a messenger returning from hell.

Although the battle was not long, the noise was obvious enough. Chen Shaobai knew that at least five keen hunters nearby had woken up to watch, but none of them came out to find out.

This scene is very similar to when the village chief intended to ** the widow of his good family three years ago!

"Everyone swept away the snow in front of the door, don't worry about the frost on others." He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, but did not realize it, but instead showed a slightly ridiculous smile, "The world is cold."

"If everyone around you is like this, it would be too boring."

"Isn't it fun to practice the strongest swordsmanship, eat the most delicious food, visit the most amazing scenery, make the most personal friends, and take Xiaoshou to the whole world with you.!"

As soon as he thought of this, Chen Shaobai laughed at the sky twice, and his chest breath was unprecedented.

This is a qualitative change in human abilities and courage.

But murder is not as simple as described in the novel. Chen Shaobai still needs to consider a series of possible consequences. Even if the laws of this world are not as majestic as the previous Chinese, they still have considerable law enforcement efforts.

Even if only two rogues were killed, once obvious evidence was found, he would have to be in prison for at least ten years, otherwise he would have to end up with two outcomes.

Either they recited the wanted orders of the Shang Dynasty for a lifetime and went into exile; or they were killed by Fengzhou constables with their sharp swords.

The two of them weighed 400 kilograms in total, and Chen Shaobai did not have a suitable hunting bag at hand, so he just tied the two of them tightly with a thick hemp rope, dragging their gradually cold bodies towards Qiuhuan Mountain.

The village is very small, but Qiuhuan Mountain is extremely vast. As a hunter who has been mingling among them all year round, Chen Shaobai naturally knows where to hide things and where to bury corpses.

The excavation lasted half an hour.

Chen Shaobai lifted Yan San's body indifferently. Just as he was about to throw it into the pit, his inadvertent glance made his heart jump wildly.

He put his hand into Yan San's clothing bag and pulled it, and a piece of lavender paper three inches long and two inches wide appeared in his hand.

I don’t know what material the paper is made of. It is thin and tough. Even if it is tear it hard, it will not cause any cracks. A few golden big words on the purple base are imprinted with golden shiny business texts: "One Hundred Silver" is used.

The back is still the "Wanji Tower" in the Shangwen text. These three golden characters are surrounded by complex and dark silver sealed patterns, which play an anti-counterfeiting role.

Smelling the cool scent of the silver notes like mint and looking at the words above, Chen Shaobai took a breath of air conditioning.

"It's really rich! I have been working hard for so many years and have saved less than 100 taels of silver. Yan San is just a small follower of Xiong Yingjie. He is idle all day long and does nothing, but he can carry so much money with him. It's said that murder and arson gold belts are true!"

After living in this world for fifteen years, Chen Shaobai knew that silver notes were not as circulated as he thought before traveling through time. It was of the same nature as the huge checks in his previous life. Ordinary people only heard of their names but did not see the actual objects. They were completely high-end objects. Even if they were used for consumption, ordinary shops would not dare to accept them.

After tasting the sweetness from the 100 taels of silver notes in Wanjilou, Chen Shaobai naturally turned his attention to Xiong Yingjie's body.

Half an hour later, when he returned to the village, the morning light was already dim in the east, and a faint whiteness of fish belly appeared in the sky.

After this battle, except for those objects with obvious stolen goods and characteristic properties, he obtained a total of two silver notes worth a hundred taels and more than ten taels of broken silver, which was more than twice the accumulated efforts he had in the past years.

Chen Shaobai is now making a fortune. If he is at ease with his small wealth, he can live a happy life as long as he finds a normal farming village.

However, Chen Shaobai's mentality has completely changed and he does not want to continue to be so ignorant.

Moreover, these silver coins were not the biggest gain this time.

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