beg for chivalry

After hearing this, Jin Wu turned his head away and said coldly. "don't want."

As soon as he turned his head, the old beggar held the fish head against his chin, forcing his face to turn back.After repeated tricks several times, Jin Wu's face smelled of fish, and he finally couldn't take it anymore. He showed his fierce face and cursed: "Damn it, stop it..."

Unexpectedly, the old beggar suddenly became angry, punched him on the cheek, and shouted: "Who allowed you to spit dirty words indiscriminately?" The figure fell into the top and rolled around.

When Jin Wu came to his senses, the old beggar had already bent over and rubbed a few sand balls on the ground, tossing them in his hands for fun.Seeing the Raksha ghost baring his teeth, the crazy old man smiled and said, "Let me tell you the truth, the five-heart skill is really useless! Why do you think it is five-heart, not four-heart, three-heart, two-heart, or hundred-heart or thousand-heart?" , Wanxin?"

"Because Guoshou is just an idiot! He can neither cultivate the single-mindedness of a jade girl's mentality, nor can he be exquisite in everything, so he can't be high or low. It's just half a bucket of water!"

The old beggar derogated, cursed happily, turned his head to the assassin in black who was staring at him viciously, and said, "Look at the look in your eyes, not only do you not believe it, but you also don't want to listen. Since you are dawdling in the rivers and lakes, at this time What's the use of arrogance? The higher you place yourself in your heart, the harder you will fall."

He turned around and looked for something on the Lanqi in the courtyard, and threw it at Jin Wu's feet. It was a long black knife with a silver sea dragon pattern on the sheath tail.The crazy old man said in an unquestionable tone: "Pick up the knife and fight with me!"

A thrilling light burst out from the old man's eyes, like an open flame flickering in the boundless dark sea.At this time, his mind is clear, and every groove on his old face is the imprint of the frontier wind knife, and the years and stars have condensed into silver threads.

Rakshasa in black stared straight at the old beggar.He was laughing, like a wandering wolf finally finding its prey.He knew that this weird old beggar was trying to frustrate himself, to make himself feel ashamed and embarrassing, and to kill all his vigor and determination.

Jin Wu pulled out the kapok branch violently. When the old beggar tied him up just now, he put the branch behind his back, leaving a little gap in the rope loop.At this time, he pulled out the wooden branch and dislocated the humerus with all his strength, only then was he able to escape from the hemp rope.

As soon as he broke free from the hemp rope, he suddenly rolled to the ground, picked up the black long knife, and drew it out of its sheath in an instant!

The gilt blade shrieked loudly in the sheath, and pale white crabapple petals swept across the blade, splitting into two halves in an instant, and falling off like a butterfly with broken wings.The blade pierced the sky, like thick ink that does not melt.

But the old beggar just glanced at it briefly, and firmly clamped the blade with his two fingers.Jin Wu felt as if he had been cut into a huge boulder, and he could neither advance nor retreat.The old maniac grinned, bent his fingers, and broke the blade with his bare hands like bamboo chopsticks.

The Raksha ghost instantly drenched his clothes with sweat, and saw the old beggar's eyes glowing brightly, and he said aggressively: "You just made this saber, could it be that the Yubai saber is on the rise?"

These words made Jin Wu's heart sink. Facing an opponent he felt he was no match for, he subconsciously used the strongest sword technique he had ever seen.But this posture has only an imaginary shape, even though it is very similar, it is completely different from the deity.

"Have you seen the Yubai Swordsman?" The old beggar was very interested, he slapped the Raksha Ghost's knife-holding hand, grabbed his shoulders, and lifted him up to ask.This man's hands were strong, and he was tall and tall. When Jin Wu was lifted by him, the toes of his feet could not reach the ground, and he was hanging in the air.

"No."

Just squeezed out the word between his teeth, Jin Wu was slammed into the pool by the old beggar, "Nonsense! If you haven't seen it before, how did you use the Yubai sword technique?" Raksha ghost choked. After a few sips of water, he kicked on the head again and cursed loudly, "And you are so skillful, I'm afraid you two have met more than once or twice, and you are already familiar with it!"

Jin Wu struggled to get out of the water, and he also got angry, cursing: "If there is no, then there is no, can't I be a motherfucker self-taught!"

For some reason, he felt that the old beggar's bright eyes were terrifying, and he didn't know why he wanted to inquire about Number One in the World.At the same time, he couldn't help but think of Yu Qiuxia's bloody appearance after the third cut, the idiot's bones were broken at this time, if the enemy knew about it, wouldn't his life be safe?

The old beggar was furious, and the soles of his shoes slammed on his head: "I told you not to swear!"

Every time Jin Wu tried to struggle to get out of the water, he was kicked down by the crazy old man.He was kicked dizzily, choked up several mouthfuls of water, and the panic of drowning filled his atrium.In a daze, he was startled suddenly: this feeling seemed familiar.

It seems that in the long past, he also fell and drowned in the boundless ice pool, and was gradually surrounded by shady sprays.But he couldn't remember where it was, or what happened.

The old beggar was tired from playing.The black-clothed assassin sank into the pool. At the beginning, there were still tiny ripples on the water surface, and there were a few tiny bubbles, but everything fell silent very quickly, only green round leaves floating leisurely on the pool surface.The crazy old man waited for a while, but before the Raksha ghost came up from the lotus leaves, he impatiently kicked off his wooden clogs, rolled up his trousers and went down to the pond to pick him up.

Jin Wu was grabbed by him dripping wet, his eyes were closed tightly, his forehead was blood red, it looked like he had knocked on a rockery stone in the pond.

The old lunatic pressed his back hard, and Jin Wu spit out a few mouthfuls of water, but the water he vomited was bloodshot. Seeing this, the beggar touched his chest and abdomen, and said thoughtfully: "Well, The internal injuries are more serious, very serious."

After being tossed around for a round before, Jin Wu was exhausted. At this time, it can be said that new injuries and old pains broke out at the same time, and he was carried by the crazy old man on his shoulders like a piece of soaked hollow wood.He was thrown into the ancestral hall again. The old beggar stripped off his night military uniform and put him on a rough sackcloth.Jin Wu thought in a daze, maybe he wanted to exchange it for money, after all, the military uniform was made of the best hazel oak black silk cloth, worth a lot of silver taels.

The Raksha ghost lay on the floor tiles, his whole body in pain as if falling apart, and his forehead was hot like a fire.He didn't know why he was in such a mess, and he was unlucky all the way back from Yaoliu, but he said carefully that everything went wrong after seeing Yu Qiuxia.

At the same time, he couldn't figure it out: Houtianlou asked him to come to this poor and evil place for what purpose?Is it to kill that weird old beggar, or is it to take advantage of the institution to trap yourself?

That old beggar is really too strong, except for Zuo Buzheng, who is famous for his violent temperament as a "Yasha", Jin Wu has not been beaten like this for a long time.

While waking up, the crazy old man didn't come to bother Jin Wu, but found a fire pocket from the sundries, gathered the broken branches together, and started a fire.He didn't know where he picked some herbs, put them in clay pots and boiled hot soup, Jin Wu was forced to drink a few mouthfuls, tasted the scum of rehmannia glutinosa and yam, and then swallowed it with confidence .

During the day he was very crazy, and he was merciless when he beat him, but at night, the old lunatic was quiet, staring straight at him as he finished drinking the medicine in the bowl, his eyes were dark and dark.Jin Wu sometimes wakes up from labor pains, and dimly sees a hunched back sitting in front of the flickering fire, with a bony skeleton protruding from the back, and fine scars criss-crossing the strong muscles. At that moment, the madness turned into a beggar As a veteran on the battlefield, his ape arms are not weakened, and he swallows mountains and rivers with anger.

But if Jin Wu stared at him for a while longer, the old lunatic would suddenly turn around, slap him on the face angrily, and shout, "Lie down! Close your eyes!"

Who is this old beggar?What is the last name?And why live here?

Numerous thoughts are twisted in my heart like silk, but it is difficult to find the answer.At night, Jin Wu had a severe fever, and the night was like a dark curtain, engulfing him in the icy cold.The wind whimpered and blew outside the hall, sweeping a shade of mottled tree shadows on the earth wall, dancing like ghosts and ghosts.He raised his heavy eyelids slightly, and the icy moonlight was locked outside a small door.

Jin Wu's heart was beating wildly, and the old beggar was not there.He turned over in a jerk, and stepped on the ground with his cloth shoes, but he heard a faint sound of the flute, high and low, sometimes weeping, sometimes loud and sonorous.

Outside the door is a dark bamboo forest, shadowy and bleak.Among the bamboo shadows whirling, the clear light of the full moon pours down from the fine leaves and sprinkles on the stubborn stones.

The old beggar sat there cross-legged, holding a piccolo made of bamboo and wood in his hand, and was blowing it intermittently and tremblingly.After careful identification, what he played was not Wu Nong's ditties or melodious tunes, but the "Broken Array Song" that was often heard in the army.

"...Yuan Rong's sword is on the cloud platform, and all the generals under his command...

The writing power of the rotten Confucianism is still ups and downs, and the inscription of Yanshan Mountain is ten feet high...[1]”

The old lunatic recited a sentence every time he blew, under the bright moonlight, two clear tears flowed down his cheeks.It was clearly supposed to be a majestic tune, but it contained infinite sadness and regret. In an instant, the wind blew up and the clouds dispersed, and the leaves fell like tears.In the secluded forest, there was a long howling sound from all sides, like a heroic soul, lingering in it.

Rakshasa ghost was dazed for a moment.

It was as if a string of weights had been hung on his heart suddenly, heavy, sad and desolate, but he couldn't explain the reason for this thought.Jin Wu stepped back carefully, shrinking into the shadows without making a sound.He looked up at the broken family ancestral plaque, and crept into the ancestral hall again.

The previous few times he went in and out, he came and went in a hurry. In the future, he had no time to take a closer look at the objects in the ancestral hall. Looking at the moonlight now, he clearly saw a large plaque wrapped in white cloth leaning against the door. He guessed that this should be the house The plaque of the shrine.Jin Wu thought, as long as he knew the family name of this family first, and then took the opportunity to dig outside the wall to inquire, he would be able to figure out exactly where Zuo Buzheng sent him.

He carefully untied the white cloth, but found that it was a military flag.The five-element flag, which is often hung during expeditions, was unexpectedly collected here.A wave of uneasiness flooded his heart like a tide, Jin Wu suddenly became short of breath, and hurriedly drew the general flag away.

Under the moonlight, there were a few large characters pasted with gold foil on the black lacquered wooden plaque, the characters were distinct, but it shocked him:

Golden House.

The Raksha ghost was stunned for a moment, then suddenly tightened his chest.

At some point, a figure leaned against the wall, stepping on the sill, it was that unkempt, dirty old beggar.His eyes were cold, black and white, and sane.

The crazy old man spoke, with a high-pitched and forceful voice, just like when he called out military orders in the past: "Don't you want to know where this is? Do you know now, or don't remember?"

The moonlight shone on the old beggar, and it seemed to be shining silver like iron armor.It was a turbulent killing intent, the hostility that only those who have been on the battlefield for a long time have.

Jin Wu was trembling all over, and looked at him in disbelief, only to see the old beggar twitch the corner of his mouth, and said with a sneer:

"This is Jiading, son of a bitch!"

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Grandpa beats grandson violently (.

The knife that Jin Wu held was the broken knife used by Wang Xiaoyuan in Juanyili.

Quoting Liu Kezhuang's "Broken Array"