beg for chivalry

The zenith is as black as smoke and ink, and the crescent moon is like a tiny hole burnt out of cotton paper, revealing a few gleams of light.Thick clouds as thick as cotton wool piled majestically, bowing down under the lofty sky.The time before dawn is always the darkest, everything seems to be swallowed by the gloomy night.

The smell of rust in the wind became more and more intense, sharp and thick as if it could punch your nose.Yu Yiwei and Yuzhi Xu rushed to the side of the inn where they rested anxiously, lying on the eaves and carefully inspecting the surroundings for noises.

The round persimmon-pattern lacquered door of the inn is closed tightly, and it seems that there is a dark liquid seeping out, winding and spreading in the cracks of the blue bricks, which is the blood dripping from the front hall of the inn.I don't know what a miserable scene is behind the tightly concealed door leaf.

Yan Jiubian paced around the mansion, he rested in the back hall for a while, and then returned to the front yard.He blew on the torch, lit the wick, and lit up the stumped limbs and arms all over the place.

The hostel seemed to turn into a sea of ​​blood, with black and red blood everywhere.These fledgling Tianshanmen disciples were naturally no match for the murderous assassins. Even though Sanzhu disciples desperately injured several assassins, they were still killed by [-]% or [-]%.The rest of the female disciples huddled together with the weak Erzhu disciples tremblingly, the assassins tied them up one by one with hemp fiber ropes, pushed and kicked them to the ground.

Assassins from the Ministry of Fire went to the bedrooms upstairs and killed the passers-by one by one. They took off the iron-core crossbows tied to their backs, and nailed the sleeping residents to their dreams forever.At this moment, there are almost only evil ghosts and corpses wandering around in the huge mansion, blood flowing like streams.

Shui Twelve dug out a name book on hemp paper from the bedroom, flew downstairs and handed it to Yan Jiubian.It was the notebook written by Yu Zhixu before going out, and it was supposed to be handed over to the Wumeng as a proof of attendance.

Yan Jiubian flipped through a few pages with the light on, but stopped reading, threw the name book on the table, and asked the remaining disciples with a smile.

"Among you...is there anyone from the Mu family?"

Apart from the matter of exterminating the Tianshan Gate, he was entrusted by Zuo Buzheng to find someone from the Mu family for her to use.After all, many of the secret recipes in the past were made by Zuo Sanniang, using the recipes from the Mu family. Since she fled, Kibe has been almost devastated.

The disciples of Tianshan sect saw that his face had the bronze face of a ferocious Raksha, recognized him as a black-clothed Raksha, and at first they shuddered in their hearts, but then they turned to hatred to the bone when they thought of the comrade who had died suddenly by their side.

Some disciples cursed at the top of their voices: "What the hell! Do you think you are copying posts? Why should we tell you?"

But before he cursed a few more words, Yan Jiubian suddenly raised his knee and kicked him in the mouth.The toe of the boot stuck into his mouth, pressed down viciously, and brought his head to hit the overturned edge of the table, snapping and breaking his jaw.The student wanted to cry out in pain, but he couldn't close his mouth, and the saliva and blood dripped down his chest and the front of his shirt.

There seemed to be something cold and hard protruding into the entrance, it was a short dagger with a shiny cold light, the blade was pressed against the tongue coating, bringing chills and tremors into the marrow.Yan Jiubian squatted down and stuck the dagger into his closed mouth, behind the ghostly face was a smiling face.

"If you don't know, it's useless to keep this tongue. I might as well cut it off for you. Keeping it around will only get in the way."

The black-clothed Rakshasa's words were gloomy and cold, and the student whimpered and yelled, his eyes full of horror.After all, this kid was a pampered child before he entered the mountain gate. Since he was not disciplined by the elders, he became more and more unruly.

Yan Jiubian had already moved the tip of the dagger to the end of his tongue, smiled casually, patted and asked, "Or do you want me to cut you another one for your trivial gossips?" Moved, some small openings have been wiped, stained with the salty smell of blood.

The student didn't dare to shake his head, he was afraid that the root of his tongue would be cut off if he moved, so he could only sob vaguely.He thought of the forked tongue of the long beetle, the letter was bright red, hissing and shaking, and suddenly there was nothing but fear in his heart.

The assassins pushed and kicked the remaining Tianshanmen disciples to the back hall, lifted the manhole cover and threw the corpses in.Yan Jiubian paced leisurely among the bound disciples, turning back and forth, flipping through the name book, his fingers stopped suddenly.

"...Yubingzi." Yan Jiubian narrowed his eyes slightly, and nodded at the kneeling disciple, "Is there anyone with this name among you?"

The name book to be handed over to the Martial League states the name and family background of each disciple, so he quickly found a disciple who was born in the Mu family.

The disciples dared not speak, their necks were stretched, and their mouths were tightly squeezed as if they had been wiped with pigskin glue.They naturally knew who Yu Bingzi was, but they didn't know what this Raksha ghost was planning.

In the dead silence, Yan Jiubian said to himself: "Could it be that he killed by mistake just now? But I heard that the Mu family physicians have always passed on female students and not male students, so they only dared to kill some male disciples just now, so that they would not accidentally injure them." yes…"

He only thought for a moment, then squatted down with a smile on his face, approached the fighting disciples with a ferocious face, and asked one by one: "Yu Bingzi? Are you Yu Bingzi?" His words sounded gentle and elegant, but they implied danger. Everyone was so scared that they were ashen-faced and dared not speak.

Yan Jiubian asked a round, but no one answered.So he simply clapped his hands and said, "Okay, if no one comes out to recognize this name, I have a way to force you out." Then he called Shui Twelve, held a small oil-paper packet in his hand, and spread it out for him. The disciples of Tianshanmen saw that there were some light yellow fine powder in it.

"This is the powder made by Leiteng. It is very poisonous. We often use it to kill people." Yan Jiubian led a mountain dog that had been tied in front of the door before, poured the powder into a water bowl, and let it drink.After a while, the yellow dog howled with abdominal pain, trembling on all fours, rushing around like a headless blackfly, and finally collapsed, with blood foaming from its mouth and convulsing.

The black-clothed Raksha smiled, "I heard that the Mu family has the art of rejuvenation. I wonder if it's true or not?"

In an instant, Yan Jiubian's hands reached out with lightning speed, and grabbed a Tianshan disciple by the throat!Under the force of five fingers, the student was pinched so short of breath that he had to open his mouth to exhale.Taking advantage of the gap, Yan Jiubian poured the powder into his mouth, pressed his mouth and forced the man to swallow it.

Seeing the highly poisonous powder falling into his belly, the student was terrified, sweated profusely, cried and rolled on the ground.

Yan Jiubian stood up, with a hint of pity in his eyes. "It's really a pity, he swallowed this thunder rattan powder, and soon his soul will go to the west. I don't know medicine, so I don't know how to save him."

Everyone was almost heartbroken, and their eyes were dodging.Sure enough, the disciple's crying sound became as shrill as a knife in a short while, cutting through people's hearts one after another.First, he pounded his head on the stone steps like pounding garlic, smashing his head hard, and then he collapsed limply on the ground, spewing acid water from his stomach and blood arrows from his mouth. "Save me! Save..."

The miserable shouts continued, but the disciple was already unbearable.Yan Jiubian stood quietly with arms folded, like a stone sculpture without emotion, his scrutinizing gaze wandered slowly from east to west across the faces of the other disciples.There are several broken Polygonum spp. held in a white glaze basin, and the night wind gently blows over the broken branches, circling in the back hall as if weeping.

Suddenly, a low, yet determined voice sounded from the crowd.

"...feed him raw soy water."

Yan Jiubian followed the prestige, but saw a girl in a snow-leather gauze skirt standing up slowly.The rope that was originally tied to her body slipped down in circles, and she broke the hemp rope that was as thick as two fingers with her own strength!

Yan Jiubian asked with a smile: "Are you Yu Bingzi?"

Yu Bingzi nodded, his forehead hair was dyed in strands with sweat.She frowned, and said loudly to Yan Jiubian: "Let me go to the back kitchen to find some raw soy water, I want to cure him!"

At first she was panic-stricken and her hands and feet were trembling, but then she developed a ray of courage.In the moonlight, I can see that Yu Bingzi's eyebrows and eyes are like jade carvings carved in powder, and he is really similar to Zuo Sanniang.Yan Jiubian has always been the most familiar face, so he looked at it carefully and remembered it in his heart, but smiled on his face. "Raw bean water? If I really gave it to you, how would you treat it?"

"It's just caused by pressing the pain," Yu Bingzi said seriously, "I have to go to the East Kitchen to ask for a big bottle of lard, water spinach root and pour it into his stomach."

The black-clothed Raksha walked up to the kneeling and twitching student, and said with a smile, "It doesn't need to be so troublesome. I have another method, and it will be effective once it is cured, and the disease will be cured immediately."

"What method?"

Yu Bingzi frowned and asked.She thought this man was weird, and although he spoke with a smile, he was very cold.

Yan Jiubian tilted his head, kicked the sword sheath tied around the assassin's waist, and held the hilt in his hand.When Yu Bingzi saw that he pointed the tip of the sword at the student who was moaning|groaning, he felt something was wrong, and suddenly screamed and rushed forward.

But it was too late, Yan Jiubian ruthlessly stabbed down with his sword.There was only the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, the sword pierced through the heart and came out through the body, instantly nailing the disciple to death on the brick floor.When the disciple was about to die, his bloodshot eyeballs protruded, and the wailing sound seemed to be cut off in an instant, and came to an abrupt end.

The black-clothed Rakshasa held the hilt of the sword and spun it around for a circle, gouged out the heart and flesh of the body under his feet, threw it on the ground, and said with a smile:

"How? Sure enough, the illness will be cured immediately."

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The sky was still gloomy and cold, revealing an indescribable coldness.The night is like a suffocating veil hanging over the head, and the small waning moon seems to be dead in the sky.The whole street was quiet, with a strong smell of blood caressing the whole body, and from time to time there was a sobbing dog barking.

After staying in this weird place for a while, Yu Yiwei gradually got used to the stench, even so, his hands and feet were still as cold as ice, and his whole body trembled continuously.The door of the mansion was closed tightly, there were still one or two screams before, and then it was quiet and no one spoke.

Stillness is more terrifying than movement, and my heart beats like a boulder.

"Yiwei, what's your dart throwing technique?" Yuzhi Xu who was beside him suddenly asked.

"What..." Yu Yiwei was taken aback, rubbing his hands together and said, "Uh, I've shot birds a few times, and I'm pretty good at throwing pots."

Yuzhi nodded slowly, took out a bundle of dart gun tips from his sleeve pocket, and handed it to him.These seemed to be picked up by him just now in the field where the assassins walked. "I'll get them to pay attention later. You climb up to the eaves. If they tie up the rest, you can use this dart to cut the ropes on their hands and feet, or distract the guarding assassins away."

Yu Yiwei took the bundle of darts tremblingly.He was going to face the most vicious villains in the rivers and lakes. Before that, he ate and waited to die every day. He hadn't learned a few swordsmanship well, so he was just a coward in the school.But now Sanzhu disciple Yu Dingmao can be easily strangled by these ghosts, he really doesn't know how long he can last.

He hesitated for a while, then pushed the dart back tremblingly.

"Yiwei?"

"I...I can't do it." Yu Yiwei's eyes widened in panic, and he scratched his arm almost collapsed, "My hand trembles badly, what if I can't throw it correctly? There is the silver thread that kills people invisible..."

He grabbed Yu Zhixu and said in a trembling voice: "Zhi Xu, let's run away quickly! They want to kill the disciples of the Tianshan Gate, we must not be their opponents! Let's run away quickly and get out of the Tianfu earlier. There may be boats by the river..."

Yu Zhixu looked at him calmly, and said indifferently. "Don't be afraid, Yiwei."

On the contrary, these words made Yu Yiwei anxious like a burning mayfly. He pulled Yuzhi Xu over and put it against his ear, shivering and scolding, "Why don't you want me to be afraid! Haven't you seen Yu Dingmao?" He is a bit sharp-tongued, but his swordsmanship is passable, so a person is hung up and rubbed like a meat cake! Isn’t Tianshan Gate a famous name, and the parents have tried their best to make us squeeze our heads into the studio? It’s like a house. Although I’m sorry for the rest of the people, even if our peers get together for a good time, if it’s easy to break up and let’s not do our own business, why save them!”

Recalling the humiliation of being ridiculed and beaten by his disciples before, Yu Yiwei felt a little bit more angry besides the panic.Why do people in the world always fight to be the best and have a shocking life? He is just a wimp who just wants to live with his head shrunk.

Yu Zhixu held his wrist instead, "You're shaking too much. Close your eyes and recite the jade girl's mind."

Yu Yiwei didn't want to hear this, and was full of thoughts on how to escape.Yuzhi sighed, covered his eyes with his hands, and said softly: "... Wen Ping is comfortable, come in and out."

The strange thing is that when that peaceful voice hits my ears, my clattering heart seems to calm down a bit.Yu Yi didn't catch his breath, but felt the warmth of Yu Zhi Xu covering his eyes, and the soft black covered his world, and he could only hear soft whispers in his ears and the slight breeze of the wind.

"Retract the rear orifice, raise the shoulders... let out the old and look new, and the spirit and spirit are in harmony."

The heartbeat gradually calmed down, although it was still full of fear, it seemed to be much calmer than the chaos just now.Yu Zhixu read lightly while adjusting his breath for him.

For a long time, everything seemed to be silent.Yu Yi didn't close his eyes, and a trembling heat came out of his slightly opened mouth.Yuzhi Xu leaned against his ear and whispered.

"Yiwei, Junior Sister... Yu Bingzi is still inside." Yuzhi Xu paused for a moment, and asked almost ruthlessly, "Are you going to sit idly by? Do you want to watch the fire from the other side?"

Yu Yi didn't hear the words, and trembled all over.

He thought of Yu Bingzi who was walking side by side with him, smiling like a flower, and rolled up the sleeves of his robe and said that he would fight off the junior sister who bullied his disciples for him.At that time, she patted her chest and said that she would help herself, but now he only wants to run away when her life is at stake.

"But...but I can't help, I'm just a piece of trash!" Yu Yiwei gave up on himself, punching his leg, "I'm going in, and I'll have my head chopped off immediately! Then teach those assassins to laugh and throw them into the In the well..."

Yuzhi Xu said: "If you are trapped inside at this time, do you also hope that I will not come to rescue you?"

Yu Yi choked on these words so suddenly that he had nothing to say.Even though his palms were still covering his face, he seemed to be able to see Yuzhi Xu's resolute and indifferent eyes, like two deep ink pools.

"I... I naturally hope..."

While talking, Yu Yiwei suddenly changed his voice, choked up and couldn't speak.He felt that he was just a lowly ant, stupid and blunt, if he was really trapped in that bloody mansion at this time, he didn't know how desperate he would be.

He would look forward to someone coming to rescue him, and similarly, at this time there must be students in the hostel hoping that someone would respond to this expectation.

"Yes, as long as someone wants to do so. Even if only one person is rescued, I will go." Yuzhi lowered his eyes slowly.

The palms were released quickly, the warmth covering the eyes disappeared, and the night wind was chilly.

"...Zhi Xu?"

Yu Yiwei suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and shouted in a low voice: "...Zhi Xu!"

No one responded to him, and the field of vision was empty.The tiles beside him were piled up in a mess, as if someone was just flying past.

The radiance of the waning moon filled the streets and alleys, and the desolate whiteness also fell into his heart.