Zaisuke

On the empty street at night, a gust of wind blew by, and the paper lanterns swayed from side to side, showing a bit of coldness.

Jiang Xiu squeezed the back of his Bai Shui hand, no matter how cold and gloomy it was, with the temperature of Bai Shui holding his hand, it would not be scary.

After walking for a while, there was a sound from another street a few blocks away, the slight friction of metal armor, the sound of the sword being wound and the long sword being unsheathed.

A group of well-armored soldiers surrounded a woman with a face scarf embroidered with orchids, and the leading soldier shouted, "Who are you?"

The girl didn't answer, but instead glanced at a street not far away, and then tried to squint her eyes.

"Hey, give a signal to your accomplices in the dark." The lead soldier said, "You guys are in a team, go over there and have a look."

At the time when the lead soldier gave the order, the girl changed her steps, turned sideways to avoid the sharp arrow that flew out of the string, flew with her sword, and quickly fled into the distance.

The soldiers who were going to the corner of the street rushed to nothing, and there was nothing on the corner there.

Back at the inn, Jiang Xiu didn't let go of his frown.

The person wearing the orchid face scarf was none other than Qiao Xuange. She squinted her eyes as hard as she could. In fact, she was trying to smile at him who was hiding behind the wall at the corner of the street, but it was very reluctant.

The sword worn by the woman with orchid scarves is Fanghua, which is precisely Qiao Xuange's sword, and her movement skills when avoiding the rain of arrows are also the same as Qiao Xuange's. Jiang Xiu also saw Qiao Xuange wearing the orchid face scarf. The woman just now was Qiao Xuange.

Early the next morning, not only someone screamed loudly, attracting the soldiers in charge of defense in Xuncheng.

While Jiang Xiu and Bai Shui were having breakfast, news of another monk's death reached the inn.

The bones of this monk's body were distorted in many places, missing a leg and an arm, and his death was as hideous and miserable as the previous dozen monks. Due to his relatively complete face and the clothes he wore, some monks from the sect soon claimed it. corpse.

At night, Jiang Xiu lit a lamp and sat in the room, reading a book.He was waiting for Qiao Xuange.

But Qiao Xuange didn't wait for it. What he waited for was the news of the death of another sect cultivator and the notice posted by the city guard's mansion, telling the people of Xuncheng to be careful of a woman wearing an orchid face scarf.

Another night, the woman was found standing next to the corpse by soldiers in the city, and she left quickly after being discovered. The notice in the city was replaced with a wanted warrant with a reward, and soon the several sects of the monk who died jointly tore down the wanted order. Order to tell the city guard and Huaishan King that they are involved in the hunt.

Bai Shui handed over the Huaishan King Memorial to Jiang Xiu. A woman wearing an orchid face scarf was the murderer who killed these dozen monks. Huaishan King Zhou Cheng would unite with nearby sects to track down and catch this woman.

There was a lot of movement in Xuncheng that day. Huaishan King Zhoucheng led his soldiers and Xuncheng defenders out of the city. It was said that there was a trace of this woman, so he sent a large team to track it down.

"You're angry." Bai Shui said, reaching out his hand to cover Jiang Xiu's eyes.

Jiang Xiu's face was quite calm, but his breath was stuck in his chest, so heavy that he couldn't breathe. He was very depressed. He wanted him to give orders regardless of everything, reveal his identity, and let Zhou Cheng and Xuncheng prefect to die.

Jiang Xiu closed his eyes, took a deep breath to calm his emotions, exhale-inhale-exhale-inhale, but it was in vain, his hand was on the hilt of the saber, and the cypress sailor pressed it on his hand.

He didn't believe the report Zhou Cheng gave him, not at all. He wanted evidence and the truth. Qiao Xuange's appearance here was so coincidental that it made people suspect that she did all of this.

But he clearly remembered the bitter but peaceful smile Qiao Xuange tried to show him. He didn't believe that Qiao Xuange was the one who killed those monks.

A question lingered in Jiang Xiu's mind more and more, Qiao Xuange is here, Xi Yin, where is he?

Jiang Xiu's hand on the hilt of the sword was getting tighter and tighter, and pale blue blood was stretched on the back of his white hand. If it wasn't for Bai Shui who also tightened his hand, when he lowered his head, he would see his thin hand shaped like a claw, which was a bit hideous look.

You must not be like Emperor Changyun.

Jiang Xiu was taken aback for a moment, and his body was temporarily released from the tense state, but he did not completely relax. Jiang Xiu turned his head, thinking that Bai Shui said this sentence to him.

But Bai Shui's thin lips were tightly pursed, although he was trying to comfort him, but the dark tide was rolling in the phoenix eyes, full of thoughts.

Bai Shui came back to his senses when he turned his head, wiped the back of his hand on his face, and there was a trace of panic in his words, "Why are you crying, what happened?"

Yeah, why is he crying.

he does not know.

When he thought of that sentence, an inexplicable sadness suddenly clenched his heart, making him want to squat down and cry heart-piercingly.

Jiang Xiu's panting became more and more intense, and the hand that was holding the sword hilt firmly began to tremble.

"What do you remember?"

Bai Shui put his hand on his waist to give him peace of mind, and rested his other hand on the side of Jiang Xiu's face, asking Jiang Xiu to look up at him and answer his questions instead of being immersed in his own emotions.

He seemed to be torn in half right now, shrouded in two emotions, trying to tear him apart.

One is anger, the anger that burns everything, and even the soldiers who followed Huaishan King Zhou Cheng and the city guards out of the city, he also wanted them to die!

The other is sorrow, more turbulent than an endless river, almost drowning him, with no source and no end.

It was Jiang Xiu who answered Bai Shui's question, "You know!"

"You must know why I cry!"

"You tell me why! Why!"

Jiang Xiu almost grabbed Bai Shui's chest and growled at him, his voice was hoarse as if sand had rubbed against it.

Jiang Xiu closed his eyes, Bai Shui didn't answer him immediately, but kept silent at this moment, which was equivalent to telling Jiang Xiu that he knew.

"Say!"

"Because of your father, Ji Xu." Bai Shui said.

Jiang Xiu's surname is Jiang, but Bai Shui said that Ji Xu is his father.

"I'm not Jiang Xiu, who am I?"

"Beihuang Ji's family, Ji Lan."

When Bai Shui was talking, he looked at Jiang Xiu right and wrong, watching every detail on his face.

He was worried about him, Jiang Xiu knew, so he decided how much to say and how much to keep based on his reaction.

The memory did not rush in like a flood that broke through the dam, and all he knew were these two strange names.

He hooked Bai Shui's neck with his hands, resting his head on Bai Shui's shoulder.

They are in an inn in East Wuxun City. This is their room. Through the half-opened window, they can see the busy traffic on the street.

Huaishan King Zhou Cheng and the city guard led troops out of the city, causing quite a stir among the common people. The bold ones even followed the majestic and well-armored soldiers to witness or increase the conversation, and they wanted to catch the serial murderer together.

He is like a passer-by, reading other people's stories, after calming down a little, he doesn't want to cry or laugh, only heavy sadness, nowhere to vent.

I didn't even have any strength left, after the intense emotional collision.

He relaxed his body and leaned against Bai Shui's arms.

Sensing his relaxation, Bai Shui heaved a sigh of relief, and the hand on his waist was still moving along, comforting him.

As soon as Bai Shui relaxed, he asked a question that made Bai Shui's hand froze around his waist suddenly.

"who are you?"