Listening to Ye Xiao's words, Lin Zhuojiu's face did not show any guilty expression.

There was a look of admiration in his eyes instead.

"You came from Zhushan at the age of thirteen, and fought for territory with private salt dealers. After nine years, you have gained your current status. Are you the Lu family or the Nangong family behind you?" Lin Zhuojiu said seriously.

Ye Xiao glanced at him coldly and said, "No matter who it is, does this make sense?"

"I know no matter which one it is, naturally I won't like this reform. But I think you know of course how much you and your people have paid over the years to have their status in Changling today." Lin Zhuojiu looked at Ye Xiao and said, "I think you certainly don't think that these are the credits of those families."

Ye Xiao glanced at him and said nothing.

"You should know what I really mean, too."

Lin Zhuojiu smiled, "You are Ye Xiao, not a puppet cultivated by any random family. If the clan behind you only doubts you because of such a thing and deals with you, then you naturally have no need to work for them."

"You are very bold."

Ye Xiao stood up and laughed. He no longer looked at Lin Zhuojiu, but walked to the window facing Changjie, reached out to push the window open, and then said coldly: "It's just that people know that if you want to live in Changling and want to live well, first of all, you must have the ability that ordinary people do not have, but the most important thing is to never go beyond the boundaries that some people tolerate."

"You are prone to passion when you are young and easily exploited."

Ye Xiao looked at the moving long wood and his eyes fell to the streets and alleys of Changling further away. Then he continued to say to Lin Zhuojiu: "The emperor in the palace has been thinking about the reforms for so many years, but he has been patient for so many years, but he has been enduring them until he is almost dead, and then he has started to implement such reforms. Do you think he has the courage because he is about to die and feels that he is going to die anyway?"

"I don't think so."

He said this, paused slightly, and then said, "He was only finally ready to sacrifice. It was not himself, but his son."

"What you said may make some sense, but Ye Daqiu is yellow. Many things will happen naturally only when it is a certain time." Lin Zhuojiu confirmed that the hero would not attack him. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Maybe he is about to die, he doesn't want to leave any regrets, but a person like him sacrifices a son... does not take many years of consideration. In the past, Daqin did not have Gu Li people, Yu Zuochi, and Wang Jingmeng."

"But Gu Li is dead." Ye Xiao said calmly and indifferently: "Everyone will die, and the wood is beautiful in the forest and wind will destroy it. This has been the case since ancient times. If you don't understand the principle that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, perhaps Yu Zuochi will die, Wang Jingmeng will die, and you will die."

"We are just ordinary men." Lin Zhuojiu looked at Wang Jingmeng on the long street. He wiped the sweat beads of his temples without any concealment and said slowly and peacefully: "When I first returned to Bashan Sword Field, I asked Wang Jingmeng what he would do. He told me, if I don't want to avenge my love, then what should I do if I learn swords? "

"There is a price to pay for killing."

Lin Zhuojiu said lightly: "The person who kills Uncle Gu has to pay a price. If we want us to die, we have to pay a price."

Ye Xiao didn't want to argue with Lin Zhuojiu. Although he was no more than Lin Zhuojiu, in his opinion, Lin Zhuojiu and Wang Jingmeng were no different from those young people who had just arrived in Changling, but were just his descendants.

"He really thinks that this way he can find out the mastermind behind the killing of Gu Liren?" He just shook his head and asked in a mocking tone.

"After all, it's just those people." Lin Zhuojiu turned his head and looked at him, and said, "We're not in a hurry.

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"In the eyes of many people, human life is naturally the most valuable thing, but for some people, it is the most valuable thing."

In a teahouse not far away, the middle-aged man in a garment who once lets out a wind and says that if anyone dares to move the standing wood, he can be ready to die and sneered: "In the eyes of these people in Bashan Sword Field, people will have to pay a price to die, but they do not understand that there are many dead soldiers in Changling. If they want people to be buried with them, there are enough people to be buried with them. They may not understand that to establish authority, it is not necessary for the person who carries the standing wood to die."

When he said these words, Wang Jingmeng, who was not far from the porter carrying the standing wooden, coughed gently.

Wang Jingmeng's injuries did not recover.

So even though the sun was shining and the weather was neither cold nor hot, his breathing was still not very comfortable.

His cough was very light, but when it sounded, he seemed to have knocked over many gongs, drums and iron cans, and a loud and shrill sound suddenly sounded around him.

Five sword lights sounded at the same time.

These sounds all come from these five sword lights.

Five sword lights fell from his left, right, left, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, left, right, left, right, left, and left, and left, five sword lights fell from him, and left, and left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left,

These five sword lights came from five different people.

From the window above him, he was flew into the forest like a petite woman in red. From the left and right sides of him, a hawker carrying some straw sandals and a passerby passing by.

But what came from behind was a businessman getting off the carriage and a pregnant woman with a big belly picking vegetables.

The sword moves of these five people also come from different sects, but what is certain is that after countless drills, their tacit understanding of their actions has reached the extreme.

The people who asked these five people to assassinate Wang Jingmeng also had enough understanding of Wang Jingmeng's power and the use of swords.

With Wang Jingmeng's cultivation and sword skills at this time, he could only deal with three of them at the most at the same time.

Countless screams of exclamation and horror were heard.

However, in such a killing situation, Wang Jingmeng's expression did not change at all.

He could only deal with three of them, so he could only deal with three of them.

His sword was instantly unsheathed.

Later, arrive first.

It seemed that he just stabbed a sword forward, but three fierce and irritable sword energy instantly condensed and landed on the assassins in front of him and on both sides.

A blood mist exploded in the eyebrows of the merchant who got off the carriage in front of him.

The vendor carrying straw sandals on his left broke his feet and shouted and fell backwards. A bloody flower bloomed from the throat of the passerby on his right.

But there are two left.

His sword is over.

No one thought he could still deal with the sword lights of these two people, including himself.

Even Ye Xiao, who was very close, felt that no one had time to take action around him, and no one could save Wang Jingmeng.
Chapter completed!