Chapter 17: Jianghu Storm
He Ping's answer surprised Xue Ling.
But it was also somewhat reasonable.
"By the way." Fang Bie said at this time, "Regarding the reward for this mission, I would like to apply to give this soft sword to Lin Xue for self-defense."
Fang Bie had mentioned this matter before in the mountain temple, but Xue Ling did not pay much attention to it at that time. Moreover, it is very difficult to practice and master a unique weapon like a soft sword, so Xue Ling finally took it out and gave it to He Ping as a token of killing Ning Huaiyuan.
Unexpectedly, Fang Bie mentioned it again in front of He Ping and gave him the soft sword to use.
He Ping nodded: "Okay."
Xue Ling was incredulous: "Really?"
This soft sword looked very valuable.
"We don't need to turn over the spoils from our assassination missions to the organization," He Ping said quietly. "After all, the stronger and wealthier the enemy, the more difficult it is for us to assassinate them, so naturally we have to collect a higher reward."
Seeing Xue Ling's expression, He Ping continued calmly, "Of course, if some property isn't suitable for our use, we can also hand it over to the organization and earn a certain amount of assassin points, or sell it on the black market for a certain amount of silver."
"By the way, how much silver does Ning Huaiyuan have on him?" He Ping asked.
"I roughly counted it," Xue Ling said honestly. "About five taels of silver and copper coins, and some large and some small. Probably less than two hundred taels in total."
He Ping nodded. This fortune was certainly not Ning Huaiyuan's entire fortune, but even so, it was still a significant amount.
An ordinary chivalrous warrior would be considered a hero if he carried at most fifty or sixty taels of silver. Someone like Ning Huaiyuan must have other sources of income; he was a real asset.
"Anything else you want to report?" He Ping asked.
Xue Ling thought for a moment, then shook her head. "No more."
He Ping nodded. "Then you can go. I have something to discuss with Fang Bie alone."
Xue Ling glanced at Fang Bie, nodded, and walked out of the room, leaving the assassin master and apprentice alone on the second floor.
Only when Xue Ling's footsteps could no longer be heard did He Ping look at Fang Bie. "What do you think of Lin Xue's performance?"
Fang Bie nodded. "As a Bee Wing, her mental qualities and performance are both acceptable."
"But what?" He Ping asked.
"But I'm afraid she is not just a bee wing." Fang Bie smiled and said, "But I don't care what she is."
"As long as she doesn't do anything to harm us, I will pretend nothing happened."
He Ping sighed, "This is unlike you."
"Yes." Fang Bie nodded, "But if you want to save people, you have to save them to the end."
"She wants to live, so there is a place for her to live in this world."
He Ping nodded, then looked at Fang Bie, "How is Ning Huaiyuan's kung fu?"
"His kung fu is very good. He has the strength of a third-grade master, which is enough to rank in the top 20 in Huashan Sect." Fang Bie said, "But he has learned a lot of miscellaneous skills, and many of his martial arts are not visible. I suspect he is related to the Western Region Demon Sect. If I kill him, I'm afraid the Demon Sect will come to investigate."
"Did you leave any clues?" He Ping asked with a frown.
"There shouldn't be any clues, but Ning Huaiyuan died in Luocheng. That can't be concealed." Fang Bie said, "But I can't just give up on this mission just because he's so involved. I'll do my best."
The two looked at each other in silence for a moment.
He Ping then continued, "How is Ning Huaiyuan's swordsmanship?"
"His swordsmanship is just so-so. It doesn't help much with my swordsmanship, but I still tried to take a closer look to make sure I didn't miss anything," Fang Bie said.
He Ping nodded. "First mission, how do you feel?"
"It's easier than you think," Fang Bie said.
"You've always been too cautious," He Ping shook her head.
Fang Bie also shook his head: "You can never be too cautious. That's what you taught me, Sister Ping."
"And..."
"I want to live."
"I don't want to die."
"So, in order to survive, I must always be better prepared to deal with every crisis."
He Ping looked at him: "After all, there will be crises in this world that you can't handle."
"Then I'll try to become stronger," Fang Bie said with a smile.
A drizzle of rain fell outside the window, and dark clouds enveloped the bright moon.
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Mount Hua in Shaanxi, with its evergreen pines and cypresses, and its rugged mountain roads.
Yue Pingshan looked at the mountain road that was now right before his eyes, and a sense of relief filled his heart.
Although he hadn't seen Ning Huaiyuan's body, everything that happened that night gave him reason to believe that Ning Huaiyuan was definitely dead.
Otherwise, there was no reason for him to survive.
However, he had thought about how to explain to his teachers and fellow disciples when he returned. Now Huashan was in front of him. Even though Yue Pingshan had a lot of experience in the martial arts world, he felt like a wanderer returning home.
At this moment, a man on a white horse galloped over from the front. When he arrived in front of Yue Pingshan, he stopped the horse and jumped off: "Junior brother Hou Yongyan greets senior brother Yue. Senior brother Yue has made great contributions in hunting down the traitors all the way. I have come to welcome you back victoriously."
Yue Pingshan smiled, stretched out his hand to ask Hou Yongyan for a bag of water, drank most of the bag in one breath, and then put down the bag of water: "I have quite a story on this journey, but I will report more details to the master when I go up the mountain. Please give me a ride."
That day, news came from Huashan that the traitor disciple Ning Huaiyuan was killed in the Luocheng Mountain Temple by Yue Pingshan and a hidden beggar hero. At the same time, Ning Huaiyuan was in possession of hidden weapons and internal skills, and his evil intentions were made public. For a time, all the famous and upright sects were in danger, fearing that such treacherous people would infiltrate their own sects.
Ten days later, the Beehive's Jianghu Rankings were updated. The Beggar Hero, among the miscellaneous, was ranked 74th on the Jianghu B List, with the note "Third-Rank Master".
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Thousands of miles away in the Western Regions, news spread even more slowly.
Amidst the windswept sandstorms of the Gobi Desert, there lay an oasis of lush vegetation. This was a side hall of the Western Region Demon Sect.
Inside, a sorrowful old man twisted a piece of paper into a single thread, channeling his inner strength and shooting it directly across the hall. The crumpled mulberry paper strip, infused with profound internal energy, became as strong as steel, capable of completely piercing the brass pillar.
"Waste!" "Bold!" "Outrageous!" the sorrowful old man, his eyebrows as white as snow, cursed repeatedly, his voice echoing through the side hall.
At this moment, a delicate voice rang out softly, "Master, what news has provoked you to such a rage?"
"Could it be that my cheap senior brother has gotten into trouble again in the Central Plains?"
The miserable old man looked at the graceful woman in the shadows and sneered, "He can no longer cause trouble because he is dead."
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