beg for chivalry

It was only when the fire was dimmed that he taught Yu Jiachen to see his face clearly.At this time, when he looked intently again, Yu Jiachen turned pale with shock, rushed to Yu Qiuxia in a hurry, and asked in a trembling voice.

"Senior brother...is he a senior brother?"

Yu Jiachen is now in the third bead, and there are very few people who can call him senior brother.Then everyone was startled suddenly, turned their heads to look, and all cast their eyes on Yu Qiuxia, only to realize that although this person was wearing a gauze hat and couldn't see his face clearly, he was holding a long sword as white as jade in his hand.The jade ornament hangs by the side of the saber rein, jingling.

They hadn't seen each other for several months since they left the mountain gate, but it seemed like three autumns apart.Yu Qiuxia coughed, neither agreeing nor denying, swaying and leaning against the stone wall as if drunk, said softly: "Junior brother Jiachen, I haven't returned for a long time, please tell me a little about the situation at the mountain gate today. "

Yu Jiachen recognized his voice a long time ago, almost wept with joy, and hurriedly said: "Yes, it's up to you to listen."

So Yu Jiachen took a futon for him to sit on, and he also knelt down on the side, talking about the recent situation.

"Brother didn't know that when the disciples came down the mountain, they were forming a dispute with the Houtianlou Assassin. At that time, I had a benefactor who helped me and killed them all. I didn't want to incur even more resentment from the Houtianlou Assassin. Some disciples who came down the mountain Those who were seriously injured, or those who were looted and disappeared, or those who were engraved with wishful tattoos on their bodies, it is really a humiliating thing!"

There was a sudden jump in her heart, Yu Qiuxia felt her chest was like being stabbed by a knife. "Who is the benefactor you are talking about?"

Yu Jiachen thought about it carefully, but finally shook his head in vain, "At that time, I made a promise with him, and I will carefully forget his name after that night. So now I really have no clue." When he looked up, he saw Yu Qiuxia His whole body was stiff, as if frozen by the cold, so he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong, brother?"

Yu Qiuxia turned pale and shook her head slowly.He never thought that it would be such a result to save the disciples of Tianshanmen with the body of Wang Xiaoyuan.If he had used his strength secretly at that time, the Houtianlou Assassin might have thought that he had missed, but he would not have the hatred he has now.

"A few nights ago, an assassin intercepted a disciple who was going down to the barn at Tianjie, and used plaster on his face to infiltrate him. Elder Dongqing was murdered, and now Senior Sister Yuxie and the elders are fighting against each other on the cliff. Together with them are the disciples of the third bead in the sect. I... I was entrusted by my senior sister to take care of the disciples of the first and second bead here." Yu Jiachen's brows were dark, as if he was depressed because he couldn't go out to fight the enemy.

On Tianshan Cliff, Yu Qiuxia frowned.He is no stranger to this place. In the past, he and his righteous mother would often go to the edge of the cliff to meditate while learning swords.The new wind howls there all the year round, and it seems to be as high as a thousand feet.It is said that there is a deep valley under it, which is often frozen by heavy snow, and once it falls, it will be lifeless.

Yu Qiuxia gritted her teeth, leaned on the knife and stood up shaking.Yu Jiachen caught a glimpse of a bloodstain on his white gauze, black and red glaring, and was startled suddenly, and hurriedly said: "Brother...where are you going?"

"Tianshan Cliff." Yu Qiuxia tremblingly held the knife, eyes flickering.He tried his best to support his body, he had never felt that the Yubai knife was so heavy, and he was about to hit the bamboo ladder as he moved.

"No, no! Where is the brother injured? How can you go out to meet the enemy?" Yu Jiachen tremblingly said, "Elder Dongqing was killed by the Houtianlou assassin, the people who came this time should not be underestimated." , Brother, it is better to recuperate here!"

Yu Qiuxia gasped and smiled, "Don't be afraid, come down as soon as you go down." Then he supported the stone wall and climbed up the bamboo ladder step by step.

After all, he is also responsible for the Tianshan Gate's current state. If he stayed in the northwest, no one would dare to invade.If he hadn't used the jade white saber technique against the Houtianlou assassin that night, perhaps he wouldn't have provoked these evil spirits to fight so violently.

As he crawled, several blood marks fell on the bamboo joints, which made Yu Jiachen tremble with fear.Before climbing a few steps, I suddenly heard a voice from behind.

"Brother, I will go with you."

Yu Qiuxia turned her head around Xunsheng, and there was a figure standing in the warm orange light of the oil lamp, with a long sword clenched tightly in her hand wrapped in muslin.Yu Zhixu's eyes are faint, like two clear springs, but he has a determination that seems to be beyond the youth.

"I... am a disciple of Sanzhu, I should fight with the elders, and now I can't run away." Yuzhi Xu said, "Take me, brother."

The disciple at the side was trembling violently, twisted his body and crawled over from the ground to grab his robe sleeve, begging tearfully and embarrassingly: "No, Zhixu, don't go! It's so good, why do you want to be a cauldron?" You Yu? If you think this place is boring, let’s play a game of poker together, you can hit the sky by throwing gold!”

Yuzhi Xu squatted down and patted the disciple's shoulder, and said plainly: "I'll be fine, Yiwei." He thought for a while, then smiled slightly, "Go and play with Ji Chou, save it for later. I'll be back."

Not only Yu Zhixu was alone, but even Yu Jiachen's face gradually showed anxiety, and the hilt of the sword was turning back and forth in his hand, as if hesitating to speak and wanting to follow.

Yu Qiuxia laughed lowly and said, "No need, just be the next person."

He said this with full confidence, when all the disciples saw his veiled bamboo hat and the jade ornament on the sword, they had already guessed about the identity of this person in their hearts, so no one dared to say anything about going to be a helper.Yubai Swordsman has always been the best swordsman in the world, but he is also a loner, and naturally no one dares to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

Speaking of Yu Qiuxia, he turned his head to Yujiachen, and said apologetically, "Junior Brother, please help each other out with the others, and be careful not to teach the Houtianlou Assassin to find this place."

This Yu Jiachen has always been obedient to his words, nodding his head hastily before he finished speaking.Yuzhi Xu only pursed his lips and stood where he was, the flames stretched his shadow to a long distance, and gradually melted into the blackness like ink.The rest of the disciples also stared at him blankly, as if they were pressing an invisible boulder on their shoulders.

Yu Qiuxia took a deep breath, finally nodded slightly and said: "Everyone, don't worry, the disciples of Sanzhu, Senior Sister Yuxie and the elders will definitely bring back all of them, and no one will be left behind."

Outside the manhole cover is the wind and snow, and the snow field is like a thick white blanket.Yu Qiuxia struggled to climb up the bamboo ladder and lifted the manhole cover.The warmth of the whole body was blown away by the cold wind in an instant, and the cold wind pierced into the flesh like a knife, piercing into the flesh and blood, and it was terribly bitter.

Before leaving, a calm but slightly trembling voice suddenly stopped him: "...Brother."

Yu Qiuxia turned around and saw Yu Zhixu standing in the dark crypt, his figure swaying with the light, like a lonely boat floating in the dark sea.

"sorry."

"Why do you feel sorry for me?" Yu Qiuxia said with a chuckle, "I'm not a polite person, and it's reasonable to save my fellow disciples, so you don't have to blame yourself."

Yu Zhixu lowered his head deeply, "I didn't know that you were... the Master of the Yubai Sword. Although you have the strength of a disciple of the Three Beads, you were defeated and escaped from the cliff of Tianshan Mountain, and you failed the high expectations of your peers."

Yu Qiuxia listened quietly, this disciple was carrying a heavy burden, carrying vicissitudes that did not match his age.He pondered for a moment, then suddenly said in a naive tone. "Zhi Xu? If you want to make amends, then do something for me."

"Brother, please speak."

"Protect every junior and junior sister here for me." Yu Qiuxia said, "Not one less."

Yu Zhi was stunned for a moment, then his tightly pursed lips suddenly loosened.He was born indifferently and coldly, as if carved from ice and jade, but now he has a slight smile on his face, as if the snow melts away.

"...Yes, Xu Dangwan will die without hesitation."

The soles of leather boots stepped into the snow, making a cold rustling sound.The snow and dust surged like waves, burying the thin and shriveling dead branches, blending with the dark sky.The dark figures of the Houtianlou assassins were not seen near or far away. Yu Qiuxia walked with a knife and stepped into the snow alone.

Thoughts piled up in my mind like flying snowflakes, bending my spine.Yu Qiuxia only felt a chill in his heart, he is number one in the world, he is a swordsman of Yubai, he should protect his disciples no matter what.If there is a mistake, it will be ridiculed by the world for thousands of years.

All of a sudden, his hands and feet trembled, and the cold wind broke through the mist, like thousands of horses galloping, and like gods, ghosts, beasts and monsters howling loudly, pouring into the ear holes and making a noise.Confused and confused, it seems that I can't see the way forward, and I don't know where to go.The pain of the same taste and taste came slowly, and gradually, Yu Qiuxia seemed to have scattered cinnabar powder in his field of vision. At first, there were only a few spots of bright red swirling in front of his eyes, and then they were stained in succession, and his eyes were full of bright colors Ruxia red.He wiped it with the sleeve of his robe, and faintly saw a dark mark on the cuff.

Drops of blood dripped from the eye sockets, and every blink was as uncomfortable as a needle prick.Blood and tears flowed from Yu Qiuxia's eyes, and the poison of blindness will eventually take away his eyes, making it difficult for him to see the sky.The Yubai Saber is the most exquisite saber technique, not a single centimeter is wrong, now that his eyes are damaged, naturally he can no longer use the exquisite saber technique as before.

Yu Qiuxia gritted her teeth and trudged through the snow field with a knife, her figure gradually lost in the wind and snow.

On the cliff of Tianshan Mountain.

Standing on both sides, one side is the disciples of Tianshan Mountain holding swords and forming a formation, describing the orderly, with a thin layer of snow on the flat crown, all of them look serious.Among the snow-white crowd stood a slender woman, her eyes were covered with white silk with a moon pattern, and she was holding a golden and white curly grass knife in her hand. It was Yu Xie who was supposed to succeed the Yubai knife.Beside her are two elders, one fat and one strong. The pole is also tall and tall, holding a bamboo wat in his hand, his face is sharp and angular, there are still blue stubbles on his chin, but he wears a floral skirt.On the other side is the night walker in black clothes, with a fangs ghost face, it is the assassin of Houtianlou.

"That silly old man Dongqing!" Yunanchi slapped his legs and scolded in a low voice, "I don't know if he's limping, or he's suffering from amnesia. How could he be so careless that he took his life by an evil spirit? "

The old man who looked like a meat ball was cursing and cursing, but his slender eyebrows drooped listlessly, showing a bit of sadness.After all, although the elders have quarrels from time to time, they are still bad friends who love each other.Yu Dongqing often laughs at Elder Nanchi who doesn't understand the Taoism's immortality, and likes to raise a few birds to live a vulgar life, but the two of them often gather together to drink mountain spring water to drink tea, chatting about the world from time to time.

Yu Xixun pinched an orchid finger, but a blade-like coldness burst out of his eyes first, and said softly, "Dongqing's swordsmanship has already been accomplished, and the one who can take his life is definitely not an ordinary person. I think it's in his hands." The dragon pattern sword is useless, the steel on the blade is soft and brittle, and the edge of the sword is easy to roll, it is just a broken thing. I can only blame him for being confused, how can he use such a rough and broken sword when facing the enemy? Can you display your sword skills?"

The words fell into his ears, causing Yuxie's thoughts to surge, with mixed feelings.She has been with Yu Qiuxia for a long time, so she naturally learned that the dragon sword was given by Yu Qiuxia.Although it was just a small broken object that didn't work well, not even an ordinary iron sword, Elder Dongqing was very happy and kept this sword by his side all year round.I don't think it was this move that hurt him, how could a shoddy and broken sword be able to defeat an opponent as tyrannical as Zuo Buzheng?

To be honest, it was Yu Qiuxia who killed his teacher's life invisible.

Yu Xie sighed and said: "... Junior Brother Xiao Yuan should not be allowed to know about this matter."

Her field of vision was pitch black, and she couldn't see the figure in front of her, but she smelled a strong evil spirit following the whistling wind.Among the ghosts in Houtianlou, there seemed to be a ferocious beast lurking. The beast was full of blood, and its eyes were like abysses, staring straight at her.

Suddenly, Yu Xie shuddered.The person who can take the life of Elder Dongqing, penetrate his heart, and nail him to the mountain wall is here!

The wind and snow are desolate, and the surroundings are full of desolate, cold and gloomy scenes.The assassins stood silently, like sculptures made of steel.A person slowly walked out from this cloudy figure.The man was wearing half of a ghost mask, but the remaining half of his face was more ferocious than a ghost. His scorched face couldn't cover his teeth blackened by the smoke.This face was injured by the artillery of the Jiao family, and half of the face was sliced ​​away by the bullets.

Although Yuxie was blind, she could recognize this person's aura. At this moment, she lost her composure and said in a trembling voice, "Hou Tianlou... Jin Yi!"

The Ministry of Gold is the place where the soldiers of the Heavenly Lords wait to fight.And Jin Yi is the head of the Jin Department, and he is the confidant of Zuo Buzheng. It is said that even the Rakshasa in black is afraid of him.Every time Jin Yi took a step, the Houtianlou Assassin who was like a black cloud behind him also took a step forward, with snow and dust flying and clanging footsteps.The leather shoes made a dull sound in the snow, wandering in the empty valley and snow field, like the howling of fierce beasts.

But what is puzzling is that this Aiji ghost does not have a sword in his hand, only a round bamboo canopy.This object is often hung high on the precept altar, like a shallow umbrella, and is often decorated with streamers and bead nets.At this time, the one that Ai Jigui held in his hand was closer to the hat that the illusory monks put on their heads in Kamakura, Japan, like a bamboo cage.

Yu Xie was only in a daze for a moment, and at that moment, Jin Yi spun the sky cover in his hand.The fine beads on the edge of the bamboo cover jingled, like cracks in the hard ice.At the same time, iron thorns suddenly shot out from the gaps in the bamboo weaving of the sky cover like a torrential rain, stabbing at her densely!Since she cannot see with her eyes, Yuxie can only recognize sounds with her ears.But that day, the bead on the edge of the cover slammed crisply, which was as harsh as the noise in the middle of the music, which distracted her frequently.In an instant, Liandong drew his knife out of its sheath.Yuxie's cheeks were dripping with cold sweat, and he tried his best to knock down the iron thorns.

But everything seems too late.In an instant, she only heard a crisp sound, and then a sharp thorn smashed through her chest, piercing through the flesh, and severe pain ran through her body.The honeysuckle knife fell down with a clatter, and was dyed bright red bit by bit in the pool of blood.