This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 110
If the Northwest Gobi is a rivers and lakes where swordsmen run rampant, then the Liaodong Cold Forest is a world where swordsmen run rampant.

The ancients said that there are many generous and tragic people in Yanzhao, that is to say, the people of Yanzhao have been chivalrous since ancient times, and they would rather die than submit. There is a cowardly Zhao Zilong.

There have been many famous heroes and knights in this land. Naturally, even now, the folk customs here are also tough. The performance on the Jianghu side is that there are many sects here, and most of them are demons.

Not to mention anything else, the main altar of the Xuantian Sect is here, but they are not the protagonists today.

There is a tea house in Liaoyang City, named Yanbo Tower, there are few customers on weekdays, and passers-by pass by in a hurry, and dare not stay here for a while.

The reason for this is that this Yanbo Tower is not a simple tea business. In Liaodong, even the fledgling stunned young man knows that this Yanbo Tower is a human life business.

To put it nicely, it's called using other people's money to eliminate disasters for others. To put it bluntly, this is the place where murderers are bought.

Assassins have been common in the past and present, but Yanbolou is also unique in being able to make murder a public business.

But after all, this is an important town under the rule of the imperial court, so Yanbolou is still a teahouse on the surface, but everyone knows that this is a place for assassins and killers.

In fact, to go a little deeper, the reason why Yanbo Tower can safely hang around under the eyes of the court is that although they provide a way to buy murder, they never handle it personally, in other words, they act as a middleman .

Secondly, Yanbolou has a clear stance, who will kill whoever kills, all this will be discussed by the employer and the assassin, and they will never get involved, and if the incident provokes the court to hunt them down, they will not provide asylum. thorough.

On this day, another guest entered the Yanbo Tower. He was dressed in black and wore a bamboo hat. The waiter came forward to serve him, but he replied: "Fengzi No. [-] room, the guest I invited has arrived. ?”

The waiter's face was even more flattering, he bowed his waist and smiled and said: "It's here, my lord, please come upstairs."

The teahouse in Yanbo Tower has two brand names, Fengfeng and Fengyu, with Yu as the bottom, and they talk about small transactions of gold and silver goods, and Feng as the top, and when a business is completed, more than one life will often be lost.

I haven't seen any visitors from Fengzifang for more than half a year. The workers in the building and some small guests all raised their eyes and watched the man in black go upstairs.

Since it is a place to discuss big business, this Fengzi room is naturally extremely luxurious, not only the luxurious decoration, but also the water used for making tea is the mountain spring from more than ten miles away in the morning.

The man in black entered the room, but there was no one sitting on either side of the tea table. The noble young man in purple robe and jade crown stood in front of the window, looking at the city scene in late autumn with his hands behind his back. It seems like two worlds.

"Before going out, I encountered some trivial matters and made Mr. Yin wait for a long time. Forgive me."

While the black-robed man was talking, the purple-robed nobleman turned around. It was Yin Zhixie, the "Hand of Heaven" who was part of the Demonic Way's trip to the south of the Yangtze River. He was supposed to be a handicapped talent after his arm was cut off by the Huangfu Yushu. Yes, but looking at him now, his hands are intact.

The man in black could detect the strangeness on the arm at a glance. The skin color of the two hands was different. It was obvious that Yin Zhixie's right arm was a fake hand. Can make such a fake arm.

"Mo Protector, it's been a long time."

Yin Zhixie showed a smile on his face, but he didn't let him feel close, but shuddered a little.

"I never thought Mr. Yin would accept this business, please sit down."

Mo Hufa invited Yin Zhixie to sit down, while skillfully fiddling with the tea set, he said, "I have something that I don't understand, so I would like to ask you to clarify. The risk of this business is obvious, and Mr. Yin is not a newcomer on the road anymore. Why did you choose to take over? But what difficulties have you encountered recently?"

"Speaking of which, it's still a good thing that Huangfu Yushu did."

Yin Zhixie's cold smile was full of hatred, he said: "Although I asked Mr. Yanshi to build another arm for me, it cost a lot of money. I heard that Xuantian Sect has countless treasures, so I came here to try my luck. "

"Is that Mr. Yanshi, the organ master?"

Hearing this name, Mo Hufa was in awe. This man is recognized as a master of mechanism art. No one knows his real name. It is rumored that the mechanism figures made by his superb skills are no different from real people. Therefore, some people call him Yanshi. Over time, people in the rivers and lakes called him by the name of Yanshi.

"You can invite this mechanism master out of the mountain, Mr. Yin is really amazing."

Mo Hufa sighed, pushed a cup of tea in front of Yin Zhixie, and said: "Master Yin's difficulty is now understood, no matter what, as long as you can tell me, Xuantian Sect will definitely get it for you."

"Of course I believe in the ability of Xuantian Sect. In this case, I will not be polite."

Yin Zhixie picked up the tea and said: "I won't go into detail about some trivial materials one by one. I will make a list later. The Xuantian Sect is only a drop in the ocean, and there are only two things worth mentioning. One, is It takes a hundred catties of meteoric iron this day."

Protector Mo's face changed, and after pondering for a long while, he said: "Although this matter is somewhat troublesome, if you want it, the Xuantian Sect has a solution."

The meteoric iron is the first-class forging material in the world. There have been many records in history that the meteoric iron that fell from the sky was taken away by people to forge weapons. The most recent record is that it was in the Sword Casting Villa.

Nine years ago, a piece of celestial iron landed in Miaojiang, and was scrambled by various forces. In the end, the owner of Zhujian Villa arrived, and persuaded all walks of life with generous gifts and promises, and finally exchanged for this divine material. The most promising place to find this day's meteorite is Zhujian Villa.

Yin Zhixie's face became warmer, and he said with a smile: "Protect Mo is straightforward, then the second matter is much simpler, as long as there is only one person."

"What kind of person?" Mo Hufa asked.

Yin Zhixie drank the tea and said: "A woman with a pure yin body is the best if she has also practiced extreme yin martial arts."

"Pure yin girl?" Protector Mo was at a loss, and really didn't understand where this request came from.

Yin Zhixie also teased and said, "Maybe Mr. Yanshi is getting old and reminiscing about the world of mortals, and wants to be a romantic ghost with a pear blossom pressing a crabapple? Haha."

Protector Mo smiled wryly, didn't answer, and said instead: "Within a month, the Meteorite Iron will definitely be delivered, but I don't know when Young Master Yin will be able to leave?"

"My lord will not doubt the reputation of Xuantian Sect."

Yin Zhixie got up and straightened his clothes, and said calmly: "What's the girl's name?"

"Shang Luo." Mo Hufa said.

"My son has written it down."

Yin Zhixie was about to leave, but Mo Hufa stopped him and said: "Mr. Yin, even if Xuantian Sect tries its best in Beijing, there is only one chance."

"Even if Jin Yiwei can go to the sky and enter the earth, I want to leave wholeheartedly. If anyone can stop me, Protector Mo will just wait with peace of mind." Yin Zhixie didn't take it to heart, smiled and left.

After Yin Zhixie left, Protector Mo went downstairs and summoned the disciples of Xuantian Cult who were waiting outside, and took out a letter to him: "Send it back to the main altar."

"Obey." The believer took the letter and rode away immediately.

After watching the believer leave, Protector Mo took out a bag of silver from his bosom, threw it to the accountant, and said with a smile, "You don't need to look for too much money, it's a reward."

The old accountant smiled and nodded, and when Protector Namo went out, he opened the bag and saw that it was full of gold.

The guy with the water basin on the side came forward with a smile: "Old man Yin, the guests this time are really generous, no wonder they can open a wind room."

"Look at your worthless appearance," the old accountant shook his head contemptuously, then his eyes flashed, and he asked in a low voice, "Have you figured it out?"

"The kid has worked hard for more than ten years, what else can go wrong." The guy smiled and showed his white teeth.

"Very good, write to Mr. Meng immediately."

"clear."

Yanbolou contacted assassins several times for others, bought murderers to kill people, and the court tried to open up this den of thieves many times, but in the end it was nothing. Others seem to be that Yanbolou has good hands and eyes, and has a good relationship. If you don't stick your hands, you can always find some leaking copper drills, but it is not the case.

Although the Yanbo Building has many small troubles, it has never had a major disaster. The reason for this is, finally, and most importantly, that is because the biggest force behind this place is the Jinyiwei.

(End of this chapter)