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Chapter 293 The mysterious man.

Wuchang Mansion.

Han Mansion, in the living room.

Then a majestic voice sounded: "I wonder why you guys came here uninvited?"

Then I saw a tall man in the hall, with a big face and a shrewd face, about fifty years old, staring closely at several figures directly in front of him.

This man is none other than Han Tiande, a famous business tycoon in Wuchang Prefecture.

To be precise, four people.

But these four people all had cold expressions and were all around forty years old. Each of them was wearing gray robes and holding a sword in their hand. Their faces were flat and expressionless, and their gray and dull eyes looked at him.

After a long time, they still didn't take the initiative to speak.

"friend……"

It should be noted that he is a shipping magnate who travels around the world on a daily basis, and various forces are very willing to sell his face, so he has never encountered such an unreasonable person.

Han Xiwu was arrogant and arrogant. He was the only one among the five Han brothers and sisters who, in addition to the martial arts passed down from his family, also studied under Xia Houxing, the leader of the "Long Halberd Sect", "Ji Wei". Therefore, he has the highest martial arts among the siblings, so even if Among the Han family, no one else was taken seriously.

"You are no match for him!"

But before Han Tiande could continue to test, a man in the hall said coldly.

Suddenly, a clear male voice came from the hall: "I don't know where my friend is from, Ma Junsheng is here to learn from me!"

In terms of martial arts attainments, he is even above Han Tiande, the head of the Han family.

"Humph, where did Xiao Xiao come from? How dare you come to our Han family and act so recklessly!"

The middle-aged man nodded, and the next moment he suddenly drew his sword and stabbed it out.

This stab was very simple and ordinary, and would not cause any change, but it made Han Xiwu's face change drastically, because the sword was faster than he expected, and there were shadows of the halberd. The two-foot-long halberd was actually struck by him. Dance like crazy.

"it is good!"

"Who are you?"

Han Xiwu said proudly: "I am Han Xiwu, the third young master of the Han family. You must remember this name, because you will die in my hands next!"

It's just that he is a businessman after all, and he is versatile.

Moreover, although he has been in the world for just three years, he has handled things well and has participated in several important events in Wanghu. His outstanding performance has made him stand out and become one of the new generation leaders of Baidao.

Soon I saw a young man about 20 years old. He was richly dressed and had a handsome face. He looked like a dragon and a tiger when he moved. He looked like he was from a famous family.

But as soon as he swung the halberd in his hand, he heard a soft "ding" sound. The middle-aged man's sword actually pierced the blade of his halberd.

"Back off..."

It was precisely because of what happened and because he couldn't figure out the origins of these four people that he didn't want to act rashly.

However, before he finished speaking, Han Xiwu felt a cold light flash in his eyes, and the next moment he seemed to have lost all his strength, and his body suddenly softened.

At this moment, Han Tiande suddenly had a premonition that as long as he tried to take action, none of the Han family members present today would survive.

Witnessing this scene with their own eyes, the fifth lady Han Ningzhi and the fourth lady Han Lanzhi of Han Mansion could not help but exclaimed with red eyes: "Third brother!"

"Xiwu..."

In addition, a major event occurred in the mansion not long ago. Xie Qinglian, a young talent from the "Changbai Sect", died unexpectedly in the Han family's arsenal. It is said that the cause of death was related to Han Bai, a servant of the Han family.

Hearing the man's voice, Han Ningzhi, the fifth lady of the Han Mansion, beamed with joy, as if she was looking forward to a savior.

After a while, one of the middle-aged men finally spoke, but his voice was as smooth as his face, and he said coldly: "You are not qualified to ask us questions yet!"

Han Xiwen, who has always been the most steady and calm, said with puzzled eyes, as if he didn't understand why Han Tiande stopped him.

"father!"

It turned out that there were several people in the hall, three women and two men, ranging in age from sixteen to twenty-three or four, and they were all watching in silence.

Han Tiande's expression changed slightly, and he raised his hands to ask for advice.

As soon as these words came out, Han Tiande's expression changed slightly.

Seeing that the middle-aged man used his shortcomings to meet his strengths, Han Xiwu couldn't help but feel happy, and he immediately wanted to look good to the visitor.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man looked at him quietly and said.

Han Tiande was in trouble. His third son died in front of him. He didn't feel any pain in his heart. But just when he wanted to take action, three extremely cold auras suddenly locked him.

And this man was about in his early twenties, holding a square halberd that was two feet long, and he looked very powerful.

Seeing the man holding the halberd speaking, Han Tiande's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly felt something bad in his heart.

However, Han Tiande seemed to see something, and his face changed greatly, and he reminded: "Be careful..."

And this sword accurately hit Han Xiwude's throat.

The other children of the Han family in the hall could not see it, but Han Tiande could barely see the middle-aged man stabbing Han Xiwu's halberd blade and stabbing out another sword like lightning.

Han Tiande stretched out his hand to stop his eldest son Han Xiwen who was trying to take action behind him, and suppressed his grief.

"Brother Ma!"

It turns out that this person has a very important background. Although he is only twenty-four years old this year, his seniority in the world is very high. Regardless of his status as the young master of the famous martial arts family "Majiabao" in Luoyang, it is just that he is a Shaolin master. Being a close disciple of "Wuxiang Monk", one of the few remaining elders in the sect, is enough to make him respected by others.

Seeing the man appear, the three ladies of the Han family couldn't help but have eyes filled with tears.

Looking at Ma Junsheng's figure, the fifth lady of the Han family seemed to suddenly have a backbone, and said sadly: "Brother Ma, my third brother is dead, please avenge my third brother!"

"Brother Han is dead?"

Hearing this, Ma Junsheng couldn't help but be shocked. At the same time, from the corner of his eye, he also spotted the figure lying in a pool of blood.

Seeing this scene, Ma Junsheng couldn't help but become solemn. It turned out that although Han Tiande's martial arts was not brilliant, he was good at business. Most of the gold and silver he had earned over the years was used to support the activities of the Eight Factions Alliance. His reputation among the faction is not low.

"Are you Ma Junsheng?"

When he heard the visitor take the initiative to announce his name, the middle-aged man's eyes were still not surprised at all, but his tone was cold.

"Yes, I am Ma Junsheng. No matter where you are from, I will give you today..."

Ma Junsheng looked at the four people in front of him, secretly guessing their origins, and said in a cold tone.

"Very good, our master has ordered that if we see you, we will kill you!"

Before Ma Junsheng could finish his words, the middle-aged man suddenly interrupted him and said with a smile.

"kill me?"

Ma Junsheng's eyes looked strange, but his expression became obviously cold.

"Yes, kill you!"

The middle-aged man still kept smiling, and then added: "Because my master once ordered us to kill all the villains in the world!"

"Very good, I want to see how you kill me..."

Ma Junsheng sneered, but he was already very vigilant in his heart.

Because not long ago, he did do something. Xie Qinglian of the "Changbai Sect" was killed by him because he discovered the thick-backed knife in the Han family's arsenal at the same time, and framed the blame on Han. The hand of Han Bai, a servant of the family arsenal.

Ma Junsheng sneered and still took action. He flipped his right hand and thrust out the long sword in his palm. In the blink of an eye, thousands of sword shadows appeared, hesitatingly attacking the middle-aged man's face like mercury pouring down the ground. Although he was young, he had quickly become famous in the world. When he saw the indifferent expressions and restrained behavior of the four of them, he knew that the origins of the four of them must not be simple, so he immediately decided to kill one of them first to prevent the four of them from joining forces in advance. .

However, the middle-aged man just moved. The next moment, a stunning sword light filled the hall and stabbed straight towards Ma Junsheng.

The two swords clashed, but Ma Junsheng's expression suddenly changed. It turned out that thousands of sword shadows appeared in his hand, but they were directly wiped out by the middle-aged man's sword. Before he could feel fear, he felt a pain in his forehead. The whole person became motionless.

The next moment he fell to the sky.

It turned out that a little blood redness spread rapidly between his eyebrows, and blood gushed out like spring water. His eyes were widened, but there was no trace of life in him anymore. The hand that held the sword loosened, and the sword fell to his feet, making a faint sound of collision with the ground. .

"Master Ma!"

"Brother Ma!"

Witnessing this scene with their own eyes, Han Tiande and his three daughters exclaimed at the same time.

Not only Han Tiande couldn't believe this scene, but Ma Junsheng, who was already dead, had a hint of disbelief in his eyes. It seemed that before he died, he still couldn't believe that the person in front of him actually dared to actually kill him!
"you……"

Han Tiande's expression was shocked, and he stood there blankly, looking at the middle-aged man not far away, unable to say a word for a while.

"Hand over that thick-backed knife!"

The middle-aged man said calmly after sheathing his sword.

"Knife?"

Han Tiande seemed not to understand what the middle-aged man was talking about.

The middle-aged man said concisely and concisely: "Half a month ago, you had that extra thick-backed knife in the Han family's arsenal!"

"So that's the knife?"

At this moment, Han Tiande finally understood the purpose of the four people in front of him. His expression suddenly felt a little bitter. Just for the knife, he killed his third son and the young master of the martial arts family "Majiapu" without changing his expression... …

It turns out that this sword was specially placed in the Han family's arsenal when Han Tiande's brother Han Qingfeng returned half a month ago.

"Give me this knife, and I can escape your death!"

The middle-aged man said calmly.

When Han Tiande heard this, his face turned pale. After a moment of silence, he could only order: "Come here, bring that knife!"

After half a cup of tea, the middle-aged man looked at the thick-backed knife presented by the servants of the Han family. A strange look flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch the back of the knife.

A strange feeling flowed from the cold blade into his hand, and then into his heart.

"Okay, with this knife, we can finally return to our master!"

Middle-aged people rarely smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the thick-backed knife with one hand and turned around to leave.

"Wait a minute..."

However, seeing the four figures about to leave, Han Tiande suddenly said.

"You want to keep us?"

The middle-aged man stopped for a moment and said calmly.

Although Han Tiande's face was pale, he persisted: "Han knows that his martial arts skills are low and he is far from your opponent, but please leave your name!"

The middle-aged man said: "We are just sword slaves and don't deserve names. You just need to remember this chess piece!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and robe, and a small apricot-yellow flag suddenly flew out and stuck straight into a pillar not far away.

Staring at the big word "wei" on the apricot-yellow flag, Han Tiande's expression changed and he lost his voice: "It turns out that you are the Four Envoys of Fortune and Prestige for Rewarding Good Deeds!"

In the past six months, a mysterious force has emerged in the world.

Almost no one can see their members with their own eyes, but they have always acted without scruples, and many heroes who have been famous for many years in the world have died at their hands.

Xie Qinglian, who died in the Han family's arsenal, was said to have had one of his ears cut off.

However, despite the power and prestige of the "Changbai Sect" in the world, their origins still cannot be found.

It is only known that they are divided into four people, two of them are in charge of rewarding good and punishing evil, and the other two are in charge of blessing and prestige, so some people in the world call them the four envoys.

"What a blessing, power, kindness, we don't have names, we are just four sword slaves under the master!"

Regarding the title spoken by Han Tiande, the middle-aged man shook his head and said, and in his tone he seemed to have great respect for the master.

"If you want to regain your position, the four of us should accompany you!"

Having said this, the four figures suddenly disappeared from the hall.

And Han Tiande couldn't even see clearly when they left.

After the four people left, the hall fell into a deathly silence. The three ladies of the Han family threw themselves beside the bodies of the third brother and Ma Junsheng and sobbed softly.

Han Xiwen, the eldest son of Han, looked up at Han Tiande and said bitterly: "Dad, what should we do next?"

"Send someone to inform the Eight Factions Alliance and Majiapu that they are not opponents that our Han family can handle!"

Han Tiande looked up to the sky and sighed after hearing this. After slowly saying these words, he seemed to have suddenly aged dozens of years in an instant.

……

Outside Wuchang City, there is an unknown hilltop in the eastern suburbs.

Under the setting sun, a man in white clothes stood with his hands behind his back.

Under the setting sun, the tiles on the top of the Yuewang Temple a few miles away can be seen, as well as the rolling river appearing and hiding among the mountains in the distance.

The evening breeze blows slowly.

It makes people feel happy.

The insects chirped all around, as if they were singing the last song before winter.

Dang Dang Dang!
Accompanied by the sound of bells coming from the Yue Wang Temple in the distance, the lingering sound is endless, the valley echoes the mountain, and it is extremely solemn.

The man in white seemed to have noticed something, and a faint smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It turned out that in his mental perception, there was an additional figure in the Yuewang Temple a few miles away.

This is the same man dressed in white and majestic as a mountain, and his body is as straight as a gun.

In front of him, there was a young man who took the initiative to kneel down. The young man looked excited and seemed to feel guilty, and he kowtowed to the man in white and gave a grand salute.

Suddenly, the man in white seemed to notice something, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the temple wall and reach miles away.

"What a terrifying spiritual sense. It is indeed second only to the 'Magician' Pang Ban and the 'Rain-Covering Sword' and the 'Evil Spirit' Li Ruohai under the waves!"

The man in white, standing with his hands behind his hands under the setting sun, suddenly smiled and whispered to himself.

"But now is not the time for you and me to meet..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in white suddenly turned around and disappeared into the sunset with his hands behind his back.

Li Ruohai, who was far away in the Yuewang Temple, seemed to have something in his heart at this time. He took back the strange feeling in his heart, slowly looked at the traitor Feng Xinglie who was kneeling at his feet and said coldly: "Do you still remember that I am your master? ?”

(End of this chapter)