Beneath the silent night sky, two men and an ox stood rooted to the spot, looking somewhat bewildered.
After Monk Changqing finished everything, his gaze suddenly sharpened.
He pointed a finger at a nearby tree, and a wisp of energy turned into a sharp arrow.
A bird perched in the treetop was instantly pierced through and fell to the ground.
Monk Changqing pressed his palms together. "This fellow knew too much."
Li Ping'an: ...
Jing Yu took a deep breath and said to Li Ping'an, "Changqing really does have a bit of a twisted streak."
Monk Changqing crouched down and disposed of the bird using the same method.
"What now?" Jing Yu asked.
Li Ping'an said, "What else can we do? Go our separate ways and run!"
Things had gotten serious. If anyone discovered that Marquis Dingyuan's young son had been killed...
It would certainly whip up a storm throughout the city.
While no one had discovered it yet, the three immediately parted at the moonlit Wind and Rain Bridge.
They agreed that, if they had the chance, they would meet again on this day ten years later.
This fine meeting had brought no small measure of high spirits.
If they met again out in the world someday, they would share drinks and laughter once more.
Here, then, they would part!!
The three headed off in different directions.
As the saying went, there were four bonds of iron in life: shouldering guns together, sharing a classroom together.
Splitting loot together, and visiting prostitutes together.
In another sense, the three of them could count this as having shouldered guns together.
Along the way, Li Ping'an and Old Ox quickened their pace.
After all, they had killed someone and destroyed the body, and the victim had even been a marquis's son.
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