beg for chivalry

Jin Wu felt in the side pouch, and there was a small bottle containing paraffin red powder inside, which was quite effective in stopping bleeding.He smeared some on Yu Qiuxia's body, and soon saw the bottom.

Yubai Swordsman was soaked in blood, lying limply on the ground like water, and the blood snake meandered between the stone ravines.He looked rather miserable.But since the Raksha ghost helped him carry some yin qi, he hummed in pain in a low voice, his nostrils fluttered slightly, and he curled up like a newborn baby.

Jin Wu frowned, wiped Yu Qiuxia's face vigorously with his cuff, wiped off the blood, and then wrapped him up with a long-lost crane cloak until it looked like a tight big chrysalis.

Mizheng squatted aside, hesitated to speak, and finally made up his mind after a while and said, "Your friend, you are a bit weird."

"What's weird?"

Jin Wu looked at Yu Qiuxia indifferently, and to be honest, he felt that this person was weird everywhere.

The young Taoist scratched his head and said. "There is not only Yin Qi in his body, but also other things, twisted together like chaotic snakes, it is difficult to distinguish."

The Raksha ghost blinked coldly, and only asked, "Will he die?"

"How do I know this? Only God knows."

"Since we can't tell for sure," Jin Wu's voice was heavy with fatigue, and he said as he looked at the rock wall with a few streaks of dim sky light pouring down from it. "Then let God worry about it."

There are falling rocks flying here, and you can't get out for a while.Zhao Ling and Zhang Quan huddled in a corner, gesticulating, and they were beaming with joy.Jin Wu couldn't help being curious. After sitting for a while, the soreness in his hands and feet became less so, so he turned over and walked over.

The two raised their heads and saw the fierce bronze face, they trembled in fright, their jaws almost fell to the ground.Because standing in front of them is Houtianlou Rakshasa, an evil ghost who murdered Yingye.

"Raksha... Brother, what gust of wind brought you here to take pity on us?"

Jin Wu slightly tilted his head and asked, "What are you doing?"

The two looked at each other, and wanted to hide the things on the ground in their arms impatiently, but seeing the blue light in Luo Sha's eyes, they obediently moved their bodies to show him.It turned out that there were several teacups behind them, which contained the seepage water from the cracks in the rock.

Zhao Ling felt guilty, and said: "We are... fighting."

They were in a hurry, and now they played the finger-guessing game they often played when they were drinking.Zhang Quan, the tiger-headed man, thought the two white porcelain cups looked good when he was drinking tea before, so he came here by chance. Now they are punching wine with clear water, and they feel at ease.

Zhang Quan blinked, he could see that this black-clothed Rakshasa was a young man, although his face was covered and his voice was hoarse, it could be seen that he was still young and had not yet reached the age of weakness.So he boldly said, "Do you know what Huo Quan is?"

Jin Wu looked a little dazed.

"Oh, no, no, you are too young, do you know what wine tastes like? First you have to know the taste of sorrow, and then you can drink with that strong taste." Zhang Quan was triumphant, talking nonsense.

This sounded quite casual, and Zhao Ling trembled with fear, fearing that Jin Wu would suddenly get angry, cut off the heads of the two of them with a knife, and roasted them on a skewer.

Jin Wu sat cross-legged in front of them, "I was 14 years old when I first drank alcohol." He paused, "I have tasted the taste of sorrow a long time ago."

Zhao Ling first breathed a sigh of relief, this Rakshasa is very ghostly, but he can be regarded as a talking ghost.Jin Wu stared at the two porcelain cups, then slowly shook his head and said. "But I haven't fought anyone yet."

"Why? If you don't issue a warrant, it means that there is no fuss in drinking, and cooking without salt! It's not tasty enough!" Zhang Quan was also very concerned, so he chatted casually with him first.

Rakshasa ghost looked a little confused. "Drinking alone, how do you fight? Do you fight left and right?"

Zhang Quan sighed: "You little maomao, why don't you make more brothers and friends when you are away from the world? Friends are brothers and sisters, you can walk together in the sea of ​​​​fire and knives, and you can get together in the brothel. Although two people drink, it is also worrying, but one When a person drinks alcohol, his worries add to his worries."

They went back and forth, Zhao Ling was terrified when he heard it, and he hurriedly touched his chilling neck.

Jin Wu said lightly. "Friends? They're all dead."

Zhang Quan had nothing to say, and wanted to give himself two mouths.A person with such a notorious reputation in the world like Luo Sha in black, as long as he is alive, he will inevitably be bloody and rainy, so he can only stammer: "Festival...sorry."

He suddenly rolled his eyeballs again, pointing to Yu Qiuxia who was lying on the ground. "What about him? I see that you two have a good relationship. You two help each other, so you are friends after all?"

The black-clothed assassin said: "He doesn't drink, he just pours a glass." He twisted the hem of his clothes hesitantly with his fingertips, and frowned. "My friends are all short-lived, it's not good."

The two deputy gang leaders of the Changing Day Gang were stunned for a while.Jin Wu spoke bluntly, showing his sharpness, like a cold sharp knife, but he softened a little when he mentioned the man just now.Only then did the two of them realize that the Rakshasa ghost sitting cross-legged across from him was really a young boy, but a kid trying to put on an old-fashioned appearance.

A desolate cold wind poured in from the abyss of the earth, and he was dressed in black, fluttering alone in the faint sound of the wind.

Zhang Quan scratched his head, rolled up his sleeves, and suddenly shouted: "Don't worry about drinking alcohol! Wait for me to teach you how to fight. Friends, this matter can't be rushed. It's similar to looking for a wife. You have to see it right. .”

He stretched out his finger carelessly, "Come on, I'll do it first, and you follow along. Undivided attention!" Then he stretched out another finger, "Two happiness comes to the door!" "Three yuan and three stars!"

These are the warrants that the children of the Tunri Gang often yell about in the wine shop, the Raksha ghost was stunned, but obediently stretched out his hand to memorize the formulas of the warrant with him.Zhao Ling heaved a sigh of relief, patted Jin Wu's shoulder with one hand like a leopard, picked up the porcelain cup with the other hand, and said in a trembling voice, "Please."

Jin Wu stretched out his hand jerkyly, grabbed another wine glass on the ground, and said decently, "Please."

They made wine with cold water, stretched out their fingers and punched each other amicably like drinking buddies.Strange to say, the clear water was as mellow and mellow as wine when it entered the belly, and the barriers were eliminated. They had a long talk, talking about anecdotes from all corners of the country, and interesting stories about the poor valley, and they were so happy for a while.

Zhao and Zhang suddenly realized that the Rakshasa in black was not only well versed in martial arts anecdotes, but also knowledgeable and well read. Their astonishment overwhelmed their fear of the Rakshasa ghost.The two were amazed, they decided that this young man should be regarded as a young master, but he sneaked into Houtianlou and became a world-famous murderer, but after all they didn't dare to talk, so they had to swallow the question in their stomachs.

During the chat, I suddenly heard exclamations from behind, and before everyone could react, it was the orchid who rushed over, her waterfall-like blond hair flying in the wind, she grabbed Jin Wu's hand, her eyes were burning hot The light seems to be able to burn through the copper surface.

She uttered strange nonsense, and clasped the Raksha ghost's fingers tightly with both hands.Zhao Ling was startled at first, then a look of anger appeared on his face, he scolded: "This crazy woman, Hartz road dog, why are you here to disturb people's fun?" As he spoke, he wanted to punch her.

Jin Wu raised his hand to stop them, "Wait."

He met the orchid's eyes, and saw sadness and anxiety in those blue eyes.He murmured, "You know me?"

Hu Ji just grabbed his wrist and dug his fingers into the flesh like iron pliers.The other two couldn't understand her nonsense, but Jin Wu somehow understood it.She only heard her hopeful and sad voice: "Hui Lan...Wu Ye?"

Seeing that Jin Wu was silent, she probed again: "Luo Sha... knows Lan Wu?"

In an instant, it seemed like a thunderbolt exploded in his heart.

Jin Wu's eyes widened. He remembered the name. Every word was like blood-soaked yellow sand, flowing in his mind. Bitter and cold blade, but also like warm and beneficial wind.

That was his mother's name.

At that moment, Jin Wu suddenly felt that he couldn't breathe, he looked at Hu Ji viciously, and grabbed her wrist with his backhand.

"Where did you hear this name?" The tension in his heart seemed to snap, and he shouted again, "Where did you come from? Say!"

He suddenly felt that there seemed to be a deep ravine cutting him in two, and he was no longer himself.The ice covered in the past gradually melted, and the past emerged like snowflakes swept by the wind.

Hui Lan Wuye, his mother, the daughter of Mughal Hui Lan Batu, she was once like a god of killing, and made the northern camp army fearful. Blood, in his bones, is as arrogant as a wolf.But in Jin Wu's eyes, she is just a woman who loves to laugh, speaks stumbling Mandarin, and secretly throws the bitten bayberry fruit to him to eat.

Crystal tears welled up in Hu Ji's eyes, and they fell on the front skirt like broken beads. "She is our nine princesses, the head of the cavalry team. Later, she escaped from the Khanate and became a shameful traitor from above ten thousand people."

"You have the same blood in your body as ours, but your eyes are different," the blond woman looked at him eagerly and sadly over the copper surface, "only she has eyes like this, like a hawk that is always hunting .”

"Hui Lanwu is also dead. I'm not her." Jin Wu was stunned for a long while, shaking his head dully and coldly, but his heart was already in shock.

His mother was the most terrible ghost that roamed the desert, and even children cried for it.The Han people couldn't tolerate her, wishing to drink her blood and suck her marrow, but later even her hometown denounced her as a traitor.

Hu Ji held his hand eagerly, her fingers were hot, as if a blazing flame was burning in her body.She couldn't help herself, and stumbled: "You are not her, you are her heir. I have something to tell you, about the Khanate, about her, and... about you."

These two people spoke nonsense, to Zhao and Zhang's ears, it was like reciting a heavenly scripture.Zhang Quan leaned close to Zhao Ling's ear, and said in a low voice, "This black-clothed Raksha...is a barbarian?" Zhao Ling didn't know how to answer, so he slapped his head back, and listened to their conversation in a daze.

It's strange to say, but they seem to be the same kind of people, and the blood relationship binds them thousands of miles away, and the wind knife and frost sword can't break the shackles of the blood of the clan.

Hu Ji lowered her eyes and said sadly: "You are also... a passer-by from Hatz. Even though you only have half the blood, you still cannot escape this cursed life."

She stretched out her hand and rolled up her sleeves, revealing a section of pure white arm.Needle holes are densely dotted on it, and the crook of the arm is black and blue.Jin Wu's eyelids twitched, but he didn't speak.

"This is left by the Han people. They will lock us up and use needles to introduce poison into our bodies. Neither poison nor medicine is effective for Harts Road. We act as poison pots to draw the poison out of their bodies."

"There are still many children like you who were taken into various families. In their eyes, we are just a lowly breed and a plaything. But why do you still associate with the Han people? The Han people are dirty, despicable, and shameless. "

Orchid's chest heaved violently, and tears filled her red eyes.Seeing that Jin Wu was just listening to her words quietly without any movement, she suddenly grabbed his wrist, twisted it hard, turned him towards Yu Qiuxia, and said loudly in Xihu dialect:

"You...why don't you attack that Han man? I can see that he is hesitating in his heart. He is extremely wary of you, and maybe he still wants to hurt you!"

Jin Wu looked back at her calmly, shook his head slowly, and said, "I can't beat him."

"And... he wouldn't be that kind of guy."

Hu Ji grasped his hand tighter, with a hot feeling that she didn't know whether it was pain or anger.

All of a sudden, everything fell into dead silence, only the sound of desolate wind whirling in the crack was heard.Jin Wu looked at Hu Ji, as if he was looking at another self in the wasteland, and he suddenly asked:

"What's your name?"

Hu Ji said: "Tana, Tana of Pearl."

"Really... Tana, it's a good name." Jin Wu let out a long breath from his chest.He was silent for a while, and there was a slight sadness in his eyes, which disappeared like a stream of light.

He said. "So, goodbye, Tana."

In an instant, the black-clothed Rakshasa jumped up like a jumping cat, his eyes bursting with light.He reached out and pulled out the hunting knife, the cold light split the flowing wind and landed on Hu Ji's snow-white neck.

Everything seems to come too fast, people caught off guard.The blade tore through the flesh, and the bones were broken like mud. The blood snake splashed out from the gap, and Tana's head rolled to the ground like a leather ball.One moment they were clasping fingers and chatting happily, but the next moment there was only one person and one dead body left.

He beheaded the orchid.