Chapter 011 This mission is weird
"Important mission?"
Ni Kun was slightly startled, and felt that Manager Zhou's tone and demeanor were a bit strange, so he hesitated and said:
"Since this is an important task, is it appropriate to give it to me? I have only been in the gang for a month and I don't know any martial arts. I can't be considered a capable disciple, right?"
Manager Zhou waved his hand and said with a smile:
"It doesn't matter if you don't know martial arts. This mission doesn't require any fighting."
Ni Kunqi asked: "What is that mission?"
"Anyway, it's a good thing. It won't harm you. Don't you want to learn martial arts? If you do this mission well, you will have access to superior martial arts. You may even reach the top in one step and save twenty years of hard work.
"When the time comes, I, Old Zhou, will have to rely on you. Please take good care of me. Well, if I, Old Zhou, wasn't a little old and looked a little rough, I would have taken on this task myself, and it really wouldn't be your turn..."
As he was speaking, Manager Zhou grabbed his sleeve and pulled him away:
"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Come with me. Let's go change into something better..."
First you compliment my looks, then you ask me to change my clothes?
Ni Kun's heart trembled, feeling something was wrong, and he wanted to struggle. However, although Manager Zhou's martial arts skills were average, three or five strong men could not get close to him, let alone a weak boy like Ni Kun, who could be easily grabbed by him.
And given the current situation, it is not so bad that I need to risk my life.
Seeing that he couldn't break free, Ni Kun had no choice but to follow Manager Zhou temporarily and plan to act according to circumstances.
If there is really someone who wants to destroy my innocence, then I, the great Ni Kun, will never allow myself to be slaughtered once I get angry!
Half an hour later.
Ni Kun was dressed like a scholar in a white silk pleated robe, a jade-studded leather belt around his waist, and a black gauze hat on his head. He was carrying a small package containing his personal belongings and was brought to the flower hall of Dalongtou's mansion by Manager Zhou. He came before a tall, middle-aged man with a cold look in his eyes.
Ni Kun originally thought that this middle-aged man was Qian Duguan, but unexpectedly, Manager Zhou called him "Deacon Lin":
"Deacon Lin, the person has been brought here. This is Ni Kun, sixteen years old, from Jingling. His family was killed by bandits, and he is the only one left in Xiangyang. Do you think he can do it?"
Deacon Lin looked Ni Kun up and down with a cold gaze . He saw that although Ni Kun was tense, his lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were solemn, he seemed a little dignified, but he had an upright figure, fair skin and handsome appearance. Most importantly, he had a fresh breath without a trace of alcohol. He could not help but nodded slightly:
"This boy is good. Wait here."
"As long as Deacon Lin is satisfied." Steward Zhou smiled flatteringly, bowed to Deacon Lin, gave Ni Kun a wink, and then left the flower hall.
Ni Kun originally thought that Deacon Lin was a close confidant of Qian Dalongtou, and that he would take him to see Qian Duguan next.
Unexpectedly, after Manager Zhou left, Deacon Lin continued to stay in the flower hall and did not speak to Ni Kun. He just sipped his tea slowly, which made Ni Kun confused and he did not know whether he should continue to be nervous.
After waiting for a while, another steward brought a young man in white clothes, about sixteen or seventeen years old, into the flower hall.
The young man was also a handsome man, with a nervous look but also a little expectation. The steward who brought him in smiled flatteringly and bowed to Deacon Lin:
"Deacon Lin, this is Hong Zhen, 17 years old, a native of Xiangyang, with a clean background and a smart personality. Do you think he's a good match?"
Deacon Lin looked Hong Zhen up and down and nodded slightly: "It's OK, come over and wait."
A hint of joy flashed in Hong Zhen's eyes. He bowed to Deacon Lin and quickly came to Ni Kun. He glanced at Ni Kun, curled his lips, raised his chin to the sky, and his eyes were full of hostility.
Ni Kun found it funny, thinking that this guy might have also listened to the rhetoric of "achieving success overnight and saving twenty years of hard work" and regarded me as his competitor?
He knew Qian Duguan's background and was very clear that there would be no such thing as a quick success and saving twenty years of hard work in the Hanshui faction. Especially since they only picked good-looking young men, the truth behind this so-called "important mission" was very questionable.
After waiting in the flower hall for a while, two stewards came in one after another with two young men, both of them were handsome boys around sixteen or seventeen years old. After passing the "inspection" of Deacon Lin, they stayed in the flower hall.
Afterwards, Deacon Lin said to Ni Kun and the other four boys calmly, "Come with me."
After saying this, he put his hands behind his back and walked out of the flower hall.
Hong Zhen and the other two teenagers followed Deacon Lin without hesitation.
Ni Kun hesitated for a moment and asked, "Excuse me, Deacon Lin, where are we going?"
Deacon Lin didn't even turn his head and said calmly, "Don't ask any more questions, just follow me."
Although Ni Kun had his own strengths, he did not know any martial arts. Facing ordinary situations, he had no power to resist. The situation was not serious enough to require him to risk his life, so he had to follow the others out of the hall with full of doubts.
After leaving the flower hall, he did not go to see the chief leader Qian Duguan. Instead, he went all the way out, left the Longtou Mansion through the side door, and got on a carriage.
Ni Kun and three others were sitting in the carriage, with Deacon Lin driving the car himself. Two burly men wearing blue Hanshui school uniforms and carrying swords followed the carriage, trotting all the way to escort the carriage.
The carriage went straight to the city gate, and after leaving the city, it rushed to a pier on the bank of the Han River. Deacon Lin took Ni Kun and the other three onto a large ship and took them to the cabin.
After entering the cabin, Ni Kun looked around and saw several handsome young men like the four of them. He couldn't help but feel moved:
"What's going on? Is the Yin Gui Sect recruiting core disciples?"
Of course, the demonic Yingui Sect is not composed entirely of women, there are also many male disciples.
Moreover, the core disciples of the Yingui Sect, both male and female, have high requirements for appearance. As long as they can enter the core layer, they are basically all handsome men and beautiful women.
The handsome young men filling the cabin now undoubtedly meet the requirements of the Yingui Sect's core disciples based on their looks and figures.
But the question is, is he too old?
Unless it is a martial art like the "Northern Divine Art" that can be obtained without any effort, other high-level martial arts have extremely high requirements for the foundation, and one must start from childhood to lay the foundation.
And these young men on the boat all looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old. It was obvious that they were past the age of laying the basics. How could they practice the magic sect's superior martial arts?
Furthermore, Deacon Lin did not examine the bones and pulses of Ni Kun and the other three to check their root bone aptitude.
Just a casual glance and seeing that the appearance and figure meet the standards, I will consider her as passed.
But can one tell one's aptitude at a glance?
How can one practice superior martial arts if one does not have good aptitude?
Ni Kun was full of doubts.
But there were several people on the ship like Deacon Lin, all of whom had cold words and looked difficult to deal with.
The other teenagers were just nervous and expectant, and there was even hidden hostility between them. It was obvious that they knew nothing about the inside story. They really thought that this trip was to "achieve success overnight and save twenty years of hard work", and regarded everyone else as their competitors.
"Forget it. Even if there is something strange, I can handle it. There is no point in wasting energy thinking about it here."
With this thought in mind, Ni Kun hugged the package, sat down on the stool, leaned his back against the cabin, and closed his eyes to rest.
Soon after, the ship left the dock and sailed downstream along the Han River. It sailed until late at night and docked at a wild dock.
Deacon Lin and others urged the young men to get off the boat, and then took them to two carriages respectively.
The carriage started to move slowly. The two Deacon Lins who were driving, as well as the several people on horseback escorting the carriage, said nothing and did not light torches. They just continued on their journey in silence under the dim starlight.
For a moment, the only sounds could be heard: the clatter of horse hooves and the sound of wheels rolling.
It was late at night and the windows were sealed with thick black cloth. The carriage was pitch black and no one was talking. The swaying rhythm of the carriage made people drowsy, and the sound of horse hooves and wheels was like a lullaby. Before he knew it, Ni Kun had fallen asleep leaning against the carriage.
When I woke up, the carriage was still swaying forward. The light in the carriage was a little brighter, so I guess it was daytime.
A young man near the car door tried to lift the door curtain to see what was happening outside. As soon as his hand touched the door curtain, he groaned and retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted. He didn't know what hurt him, but his whole hand was shaking uncontrollably, and it took a long time for it to stop.
Then Deacon Lin's cold voice came into the carriage:
"Stay still and don't peek. If it happens again, hey..."
Deacon Lin did not say what would happen next time, but it was obvious that the outcome would not be good.
Now, no one dared to make any more attempts. The teenagers who were in the same car with Ni Kun all sat quietly without saying a word.
After an unknown amount of time, the light in the carriage dimmed again and became pitch black, and the carriage finally stopped.
Until this time, someone said coldly:
"We're here, everyone come down."
