beg for chivalry

The night is still and the water is cold, and the hookah is swaying.In the evening, there was a new rain, and the damp breath diffused from the gray eaves and blue bricks.Drops of water slid down from the corners of the eaves one by one and shattered on the ground, like green lotus blooming all over the ground.There is silence in the mountain post, and there are many tree shadows everywhere, like a thick ink halo.

Yu Yiwei sat under the eaves with his sword in his arms, leaving behind him the pistol and the fine chamois cloth for wiping.The raindrops fell onto the leather boots, spreading reddish blood on the soles of the feet.

He killed a person, but spattered his body with blood. According to the rules of assassins, this is a disqualification. A real master never cuts blood, but he can kill a person in an instant.He thought of Shui Nineteen and the assassins who were calm and self-possessed when they killed, and sometimes talked and laughed freely. This group of desperadoes regarded killing as easy as breathing, and taking a knife with their hands was a life.

Yu Yiwei's eyes wandered erratically, and fell on the stone brick beside him.There was a fallen moth with its belly upturned, surrounded by a dense swarm of ants, who disemboweled it and dismantled its corpse.Yu Yi stared blankly for a long time, this is a world where there is no sky, the flesh of the weak is eaten by the strong.

These days he killed some people along with the Ministry of Water, although he had no choice but to feel guilty.The Houtianlou Assassin is different from what he had thought before, not that each department does its own thing, but they are mixed together, each with its own job.

Unexpectedly, he didn't feel too much sadness in his heart, just a blunt, dry and wrinkled wound that would no longer bleed.It seems that killing people here is a matter of course, and this thought devours the body and mind like a poison wrapped in honey.

Junior Sister...he saved her.Now that things have happened, he can no longer claim to be a good person, so he can do whatever he can to turn into a ghost.

Shui Nineteen strolled over and saw Yu Yiwei sitting here dejectedly, so he patted him on the shoulder: "Why are you in a daze? This is the first time you've come out to kill people?"

Yu Yiwei raised his head immediately, put away his confusion, put on a slippery look, and said flatteringly: "Yes, the hand is still alive. It's thanks to the brothers who helped me carry it."

Fortunately, the assassin named Huo Shiqi that he killed at the beginning was still a young boy, and the assassins really regarded him as a newcomer who entered Houtianlou.

This humble appearance seemed to be very useful, Shui Nineteen tapped his impermanent bird's face, and said: "Come here, I will show you around here."

The two wore rain hats and walked along the path up the mountain for a while, only to see green grass stretching across the sky, lush and green.A few mud houses stand in the distance, with blue tiles and yellow walls hidden in the grass.Going deeper, there are empty mountains and green waters, rainy nights, and desolation everywhere.

Shui Shijiu said, "Do you know where this is?"

Yu Yiwei thought that he must not reveal his secrets, so he nodded and said, "I know."

Who knows that Shui Nineteen squinted at him, and snorted coldly: "What do you know! Don't all the people from the Ministry of Fire come out of the stone fence in Luanchuan, Luoyang? This is Chengyi."

Yu Yi didn't scratch his head: "Luoyang...uh, it's not that far away." He laughed a few times, and stepped up to keep up with Shui Shijiu.Shui Shijiu said that this place is Shizha Land, he had heard a little bit about it before, and he heard that this place was the killing field of Houtianlou assassins, where evil spirits killed each other and blood flowed into canals.

The stone fence is in the mountain nest. At first glance, you can only see dense bushes, but when you look closely, it is a high wall of mortar mixed with iron sheets.The walls are tall and fortified, mottled and covered with ivy, which seems to have been there for some years.

Shui Jiujiu led him to turn to the side of the stone fence, where there was a small path, the woodland after the fire was a bit dark, and the locust trees beside the path were cut down.There seemed to be a tea shop standing, because Yu Yi didn't see tables and stools outside the wooden house, and several large round tea mugs stacked on top of each other, but there was a thick layer of dust.

"You are still in the future, so you can go around as you please, and you will be back in a quarter of an hour." Shui Shijiu looked around for a while, then pushed Yu Yiwei and said.

Yu Yiwei didn't know why he asked him to come here, but he didn't want to stay with this real assassin, so he immediately said hello, slapped his ass and slipped away.

He walked along the wall of Shizhadi, only to feel that the place is gloomy and terrifying, the majestic stone wall is like a mountain, and it weighs heavily on his heart.He put his ear against the wall and listened, but nothing happened.I'm afraid there is a bloody fight going on inside, and the tea shop outside is used to accommodate the winners who have left Shizhadi.

Not long after, he touched a stele, which was a white stone from Jingshan Mountain, which was delicate and smooth to the touch.There are several lines of calligraphy on it, densely packed with words.Yu Yi didn't take off the rain hat to cover the water, he blew on the fire pocket and looked at it, it was full of people's names, and recorded the time when he came out of the stone fence.The rightmost column was recorded nine years ago, with a name:

golden five.

Yu Yi didn't see exactly how many people this man killed when he came out of the stone fence.The wind and frost have smoothed the silver and vermilion marks on the white stone, leaving only a blurred mark.But he vaguely discerned that the number of people who took their lives was written under the names of the people behind him, at least there were more than ten people. From this, it can be seen that the man named Jin Wu can be called a murderous ghost.Yu Yiwei prayed silently twice nervously, hoping that the two of them would not run into each other in the future.

After wandering around for quite a while, Yu Yiwei just returned to the tea shop just now, and at a glance, he saw a group of assassins gathered there, tethering horses, and boiling water.Good guy, this is much more lively than before.

He walked over and saw that Shui Shijiu was talking to a person with a very respectful appearance.Yu Yiwei glanced curiously, only to see the rakshasa ghost face with a green face and fangs slanted, revealing half of his fair face.With just one glance, he lost half of his heart like thunder: Rakshasa in black!

Yu Yiwei suddenly recalled that night when he and Yu Zhixu saw this person's figure together, remembering Yu Dingmao's miserable appearance of being dismembered, his heart was filled with hatred and sadness, and he couldn't help gushing out evil spirits like acupuncture.

The black-clothed Rakshasa was talking softly with Shui Nineteen, but at this moment, he suddenly patted Shui Nineteen on the shoulder, raised his chin, cast a cold glance at Yu Yiwei, and asked, "Who is he? "

This look is indeed extremely cold and merciless, it makes people feel like facing the cold winter, Yu Yi trembles and trembles in a blink of an eye.Fortunately, Shui Nineteen smiled and said: "Huo Seventeen, a boy who just came out of the stone fence, has been helping me for a while. Not to mention, he is a little blunt when killing people, but his hands and feet are quite nimble. "

The black-clothed Rakshasa smiled and said, "Since your hands and feet are sharp, why are you still blunt?"

Yu Yiwei broke out in a cold sweat, and he didn't know where he got the guts, so he hurried forward and said, "I haven't seen the world, but I'm pretty good at gathering firewood and boiling water for the brothers, and I'll be able to practice it in the future..."

Before he finished speaking, he was glanced at by the black-clothed Rakshasa, who smiled coldly and said, "Stand back, did I let you open your mouth? Do you still want to keep your tongue?"

Yu Yi backed away in embarrassment, and only now was he in the mood to look at the black-clothed Rakshasa.According to rumors, this person is the young landlord of Houtianlou, and Shui Shijiu, who has always been instigating him, can be said to be insignificant compared to him.Strange to say, this black-clothed Rakshasa doesn't look very majestic. There are many holes in the night clothes, stained with dust and mud. It seems that he has fought a fierce battle, and his words are a little tired.

Yan Jiubian was indeed very tired. Not long ago, he had a fight with Tu Yi who suddenly defected, or the man called Mrs. Wang, and Shui Bu was killed and injured, which can be said to be a heavy loss.At this moment, he only felt exhausted physically and mentally, so he frowned and said to Shui Shijiu:

"Tubu's rebellion, Tianfu needs to deploy more manpower, the water department alone can't take care of it. Mube's movements seem a little strange, we have to watch Mu Shiyi, and we need to keep some people in Chengyi, and send a team to Jiu Long searched for the third lady, and then sent another team to catch another person. We know from the secret order that those two people fled from Tianfu to Chengyi, they are really rats that don't make people safe."

Shui Nineteen looked distressed: "Most of the Ministry of Water is in Tianfu, and I'm afraid it's a bit tight at this time. Why don't you discuss with Huo Qi and send more people from the Ministry of Fire."

Yan Jiubian frowned and said, "I'll ventilate with him later." As he spoke, he suddenly raised his head to look at Yu Yiwei, the cool eyes made Yu Yiwei's heart feel cold. "Huo Shiqi, right? You and the Ministry of Water are now going to Chengyi to search and intercept the two of them."

If it is a search and interception, it is not a murder. He has to finish his work earlier and join Yu Bingzi.Yu Yiwei felt relieved and nodded silently.

The assassins got on their horses, hung the three-legged glazed lamps by the edge of the apricot leaves, tore through the rain, and the sound of horseshoes broke through the dead silence of the forest.

Shui Shijiu called several people, and Yu Yiwei was among them. He got on the horse tremblingly, and galloped all the way with the horse's belly between his legs.The shadows of the dark forest flew past my ears like a ghost, only the sound of the cool wind and my own beating heartbeat could be heard.

Strange to say.He seemed to be indulging in the identity of an assassin a little bit, as if he was in prison, and as if he was born like this.This kind of thought is distorting his thinking more and more, and now only the thought of "rescue Yu Bingzi" lingers in his mind.After wearing the ghost mask for a long time, he will also turn into a blood-eating ghost.

Yu Yi didn't shake his head, and suddenly put this thought behind him.The icy rain fell on my face, piercing my face like ice needles.

Compared with Tianfu, Chengyi is like a palm-sized land.The clear water lingers among the rolling mountains, and several high-rise buildings protrude among the pines and locust trees.The bamboo and cypress are dense, and the long bridge is slender.The assassins drove all the way at night, and changed their attire in front of the city gate. It was already dawn, and smoke like light silk was slowly rising from the city.

Everyone entered the city against the dawn.Shui Nineteen ordered the two of them to search as a pair, and Yu Yiwei got a partner wearing a ghost mask for no reason.The two remained silent, leading the mule along the road.The cooks pushed past them with their loads, knocking them against each other from time to time.

Yu Yiwei was a little puzzled, and asked the unprovoked ghost: "Who are we looking for? Don't you have a portrait? Just looking for it here like a headless blackfly?"

Wuyuangui was convinced by this kid's incomprehension. He had heard that Huo Shiqi was a newbie with something wrong.He said angrily: "Everyone knows it well, who is the person Shui is eagerly looking for, don't you know after staying all these days?"

Ever since he lost half of his face, Yu Yiwei became more and more shameless. He said honestly, "I don't know. Brother, I'm new here. Please do me a favor and let me know."

The unprovoked ghost lost his temper, and everyone knew that after taking so much trouble to come here from the mountain station, what they were looking for must be their thorny leader in Houtianlou, Jin Wu.This former young landlord has a much more eccentric temper than Yan Jiubian, but he is the celebrity Zuozhu always misses.

So the unprovoked ghost simply uncovered the ghost's face, revealing a face.Immediately pointing to himself. "Look, it's this face, you're sure to look for it."

Before Yu Yi looked at it, he was stunned for a while.His previous guess was correct, the assassins of Houtianlou all looked like the young master of Ningyuanhou's mansion, and he didn't know why.

A carriage was parked in front of the seven pharmacies, and it was harnessed to a bay horse born in Wusun, with a sturdy body and bright white spots.Yu Yiwei was also a vain kid from Gaoliang, so he couldn't help but take a few extra glances.

Just as the morning wind was blowing, the curtain was slightly lifted, and a figure appeared faintly amidst the rippling of the light gauze.With just one glance, Yu Yiwei caught a glimpse of a person leaning against a cushion made of grain in the car.The skirt was loose, revealing the scar on the chest and the blood-stained silk.

The man's face was pale, his eyes were closed, and his head was tilted to one side.He said he was sitting, but he seemed to have passed out.Yu Yi didn't see that there was a long and narrow scar between his messy hair and his eyes, which added a bit of evil spirit.

For a split second, Yu Yi's breathing stagnated heavily.

He had met this person before, not only in Jianghu Order, but also nine years ago, he had met this person in Ningyuanhou Mansion.At that time, he was still Xu Fan, who had fallen from the bottom of his family and couldn't hold his head up in front of others, and that person was the proud son of heaven, the queen of the general of the country, who he could not match.

For some reason, this young master named Jinwu fell asleep here, and it seemed that he was seriously injured, his life was almost hanging by a thread.

Yu Yiwei patted the unprovoked ghost beside him, pulled up the gauze curtain and signaled, "Hey, is this the face you're talking about?"