beg for chivalry

The morning is hazy and the sky is dim.Thousands of doors are open, and bustling tourists pour out; green smoke is floating, and the fragrance of powder cake is diffuse.The morning in Tianfu is warm and elegant, and after breakfast it turns into a hustle and bustle.

The inn beside the Tianya Stone was crowded with spectators like a cloud, and the crowds were crowded, and occasionally one or two screams could be heard from a distance.There seemed to be a murder case happened here last night, and several white servants came here to visit, all of them turned pale with fright.The yamen guards closed the two lacquered doors of the mansion shop tightly, and the pouring blood on the ground had not been washed away, and it was already a little black, spreading shockingly on the ground.

The gate of the city opened, and the refugees dragged their carts and walked out of the city with weary steps like broken threads.All of them are yellow and thin, with dove-shaped faces, and they are not angry at all.Yu Yiwei was mixed in the crowd, with a green cloth cap wrapped around his head, his hair was let down, and his eyes were covered in a mess.There were bruises everywhere on his body, and the broken wrist was swollen like a steamed bun, which was red and painful.

But Yu Yiwei's heart was numb.Now he is no different from a walking dead, his eyes are dimmed.He kept going, going, going, and he didn't know where he was going.His steps were heavy and about to fall, but his heart had already fled.

The door is checking out the travelers who have left the city one by one, and those who have documents are released quickly. After checking, they come to see this group of dejected refugees.Those who could write wrote down their first and last names, and those who could not read wrote it on behalf of the writer, and pressed their fingerprints with red mud.When it was Yu Yiwei's turn, Menzi called out, "Name and surname!"

Yu Yiwei seemed to turn a deaf ear to it, drooping his head in confusion.

The door grew impatient, knocked on the hemp paper book and said again: "Give me your name!"

Yu Yi did not hesitate, and replied after a while:

"...Xu Fan."

He finally regained his former name and abandoned the past of Tianshan Gate.As if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders, from now on he was no longer Yu Yiwei from Tianshan Gate, but the British descendant of Bingzhou, that idle little hunk Xu Fan.

The thick and heavy city wall of Tianfu disappears in the eyes, but the clear fog has disappeared, the first sun hangs in the east, and there is a crescent moon ridge quietly, and there is a clear and bright mountain scenery.Yu Yiwei walked in a daze, and saw a majestic high mountain in the distance where the white belly of the sky was white, and the mountain was covered with snow and jade in the light of the sun, and the whistling wind and snow whistling from the sky seemed to be still ringing in his ears.

Yu Yiwei looked at Tianshan Mountain and stood there blankly.Suddenly a bean-big teardrop fell from his eyes, and then tears gushed like a fountain.He recalled the days when he was in Tianshan Mountain, wandering around Yujiachen like a butt, doing odd jobs; guarding the quiet hall with Yu Zhixu, sighing and playing;Now everything is gone and turned to dust.

The gate of Tianshan was invaded by Houtian Tower, Yu Bingzi's life and death were uncertain, and Yu Zhixu was killed.He seemed to have lost his standing ground in an instant and was alone.

Why is he the one who lives?God is not open, why should such a useless and incompetent person survive in the world, but insist on Xu's name to be recorded in the ghost record?Yu Yiwei shuffled his steps blankly, every step was like walking on the tip of a knife, and it hurt to the heart.His heart seemed to have died last night, and now there is only an empty shell left.

He stood on the rock and wanted to jump, but he couldn't get off.Can Yu Zhixu save his life like this?So he cried out at the top of his lungs, his throat was so swollen and so painful that he stopped just now with his red eyes.Yu Yiwei wandered dazedly on the mountain road with his shoes, from early morning to noon, and then to the bloody dusk of the setting sun.

After walking for a day, he went to the mountain village with difficulty, pretended to be a beggar, and begged for a plaster to stick on the affected area. He found some weeds, trees and fruits to fill his stomach, and lay down in the thatch pile behind the guest house, and put the thatch on the ground. Leaf covered the body.As the dusk deepened, Yu Yiwei looked at the twilight stars, touched the bag around his body, and took out a copper coin with a red thread.

He has only a penny on him, and maybe he can exchange for a raw chicken egg.And this money was given to him by Yu Zhixu at the beginning, and he was reluctant to spend it.Yu Yi didn't hold the red thread, and gently moved the copper coin in front of his eyes.Seeing things and thinking about people, his eyes were filled with tears again unconsciously, and tears fell down his cheeks.

A group of people came to the inn, pulling a large cart covered with a black-painted tarpaulin.Yu Yiwei was lying on the haystack, reluctantly listening to them buying some wine and sharing it.Someone urged: "Don't delay the time, get on the road early! It's far away from Haijin, and it will take several months."

Another person asked, "Where are you going first?"

"Shanshan, and then to Jiulong."

Haijin is thousands of miles away from Tianfu, and I have never seen anyone come here to sell goods with only a cart.Yu Yi was not buried in the haystack, secretly peeping at the speaker from the gap in the thatch.I saw that the man who spoke was a man in a green cloth jacket and straw woven shoes.

The men whispered to each other, but Yu Yiwei who was hiding in the haystack could hear the voice clearly: "Where are the rest?"

"The fire department prepared cart cages, some were transported to the mountains and buried, and the rest of the weak ones were brought back to the building. Firstly, there are some things that need to be interrogated by the landlord, and secondly, the Kibe still lacks some medicine men."

Hearing this, Yu Yiwei was confused, what about "Huobu, Kibe", is this the jargon of a trader?But the words "buried" and "interrogated" made him uneasy.If it is a live animal, it is naturally not allowed to interrogate, and it is difficult to think of anything other than a human being.The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, and when he looked again, he saw that although the group of men looked simple and honest, there was a cold light in their brows and eyes, like swords, spears, swords and halberds, and suddenly felt terrified.

The group of people who looked like smugglers were having a conversation, and someone suddenly made a silent gesture and said, "Someone is eavesdropping."

Yu Yiwei trembled all over.

Although the others had some doubts, they drew their swords from their sleeves and backs first.It was only then that Yu Yiwei realized that the group had wrapped the blades of their swords in sackcloth, leaving only the wooden handle, if the sackcloth was not removed, it would look like a branch.

The man grabbed a pitchfork from the side, his eyes widened, and he said, "I heard breathing here." Then he threw the pitchfork into the haystack!He poked it several times in succession, and every time he made the heaven and the earth collide with force, stirring up the hay and clods of soil.

Several people gathered around and pushed the haystack away with their sword blades.But it was empty and there was no human form.Someone laughed and said, "Shui Nineteen, could it be that you were suspicious and misheard?"

The man named Shui Nineteen sneered: "I don't blame you for being deaf, but you blame me for being suspicious. Are you still worthy of being an assassin?"

The sound of discussion floated from afar, and Yu Yiwei broke out in cold sweat.Before Shui Jiujiu fiddled with the haystack, he had already crawled out of the haystack like an eight-legged polyp, stuck to the bottom of the car, holding his breath.

Assassins...these guys are assassins.Yu Yi didn't understand right away, this was supposed to be someone from Houtianlou, who had turned into another appearance and was going in and out of the mansion shop.

Shui Nineteen reached out and touched the thatch, his eyes were sharp: "It's still warm, someone was lying here not long ago."

Hearing what he said, the other two men suddenly became serious, holding their swords tightly, and looked around.

A grass chicken suddenly jumped out from the edge of the haystack, cooed and ran away.Those guys laughed and said, "So it's not someone who eavesdropped, but a chicken doing it on purpose. Isn't it suspicious?"

Shui Shijiu's face covered with plaster also seemed to show a little embarrassment.The two pulled up the cart, tied the bridle to the mule, and one of them sat on the back of the cart.The cart started to move, his back rubbed against the gravel, Yu Yiwei's heart was beating wildly, and he got into the mule cart of the Houtianlou assassins!

After the bloody fight last night, at this time Yu Yiwei was startled and afraid of Hou Tianlou.He is just a little bastard who can twist his sword. Even Yu Dingmao and Yu Zhixu, two disciples of the Three Jewels, were brutally murdered. How could he survive?Yu Yi was holding on to the carriage, complaining endlessly in his heart, if he fell to the ground, the assassin sitting behind the carriage would definitely spot him and kill him with one blow!

His arms gradually became sore and swollen, as if there were dozens of iron scales hanging on them.Yu Yi didn't grit his teeth, and bent his knees with difficulty to lift the hilt of the sword at his waist, but the blade was too long to be used in the narrow place.In desperation, he found that there was a dart gun head stuck in his chest, which was left over from the sneak attack last night.

So Yu Yiwei struggled to put the dart gun in his mouth and scratched the board.It may have been more than a few miles before I made a small crack in the thin board.He took a sneak peek first, and saw that the carport was dark and dull, so he boldly poked his wrists in and removed the whole board.

Yu Yiwei flipped into the car with a sigh of relief, stuck the thin board in the previous position, and only then had the leisure to look around.It was pitch black everywhere, he hesitated to touch it with his hand, but it was wet and sticky.

is blood.Yu Yiwei's heart hangs high in an instant.After staying for a while, his eyes had found some doorway in the dark place, and when he saw it now, he couldn't help but tremble with fear.Inside this car was a small prison car that only held prisoners, and the Tianshanmen disciples who had already fainted were locked up in a haphazard manner!Everyone was unconscious and bruised all over.It turned out that this group of assassins brought some living Tianshanmen disciples back to the Houtianlou for interrogation, or killed the medicine men who were going to test the medicine.

Two assassins sat in the front room, one holding the reins and the other watching the road.Since they arrived in the mountains and fields, there was no one around, so they removed the plaster and covered them with ghost faces.He changed back to the assassin's outfit and wore a pitch-black military uniform.After traveling for a few miles, Shui Jiujiu frowned and said, "...the car creaked a bit."

Another assassin said: "Maybe it's because of the lack of fat, and the wheels are worn down badly."

Shui Nineteen said coldly: "It's the sound of the carriage." After speaking, he jumped up, lifted the curtain abruptly, and looked into the carriage shed.

There is only an iron prison cage in the shed, and the Tianshanmen disciples are still lying there, everyone unconscious.As Shui Shijiu walked over, he could faintly see a faint light on the board of the car, and it creaked when he stepped on it hard.

Yu Yiwei slipped back under the car quietly, sweating all over his head. When Shui Shijiu stepped down, he pushed against the wooden board with all his strength, but finally he didn't teach the assassin to step down.He secretly scolded this person for being suspicious and spirited, and almost asked him to catch him over and over again.

Unexpectedly, Shui Nineteen drew out the long sword at his waist at this time, and stabbed at the loose wooden board with his sword.

This time Yu Yi didn't dodge in time, the sharp point of the sword pierced through the palm of his hand, and a burst of tearing pain came from the palm.Yu Yiwei had never experienced such pain, and he almost howled in pain. In an instant, he clenched his lips tightly, almost biting his tongue in two from the root of his tongue.

The assassin sitting in the front room shouted: "Shui Nineteen! What's the matter?"

Yu Yiwei pulled his palm out of the sword abruptly, bleeding profusely in an instant.But this was not over yet, he hooked the gap between his feet with great difficulty, and continued to press against the car board with the other hand, his injured hand rolled up his sleeve and quickly wrapped it around the sword blade, wiping away the blood.

But after doing these few simple things, he was sweating profusely, aching and tired.

Shui Nineteen pulled out the blade, and it was clean without any blood.His cold and suspicious gaze was fixed on the light-transmitting hole, and after a while, he put the sword back into its sheath.

"...nothing happened."