beg for chivalry

"There is a saying that in this world, it is difficult to distinguish between turbidity and yin and yang, and now it is 'those who accumulate good will die, those who accumulate evil will prosper', and it is also 'evil will live old, good will die early'. But the Tianshan Gate also It is not a collection of good people from all over the world. The Tianshan Gate sits in the danger of the immortal capital of Taoism and Kyushu. Although all the disciples of the sect abide by the clear rules, their fundamental nature is always young, greedy for life and afraid of death. For example, the descendants of Tao Shoufu Kun , the sons and grandsons of the British princes of the former dynasty of Bingzhou, and the sons of the martial arts family under the Hanshan Mountain, all wish to obtain the Tianshan Gate Jade | Beads at the age of school, so that they can search up and down in the entry..."

The storyteller plucked the three-stringed qin once or twice, and narrated.Wang Xiaoyuan was crowded in the crowd, but what he heard became even more unpleasant.He heard that some of the original imitative Chinese texts were changed according to the affairs of the Jianghu. The reason is that there are really few people in the Wumeng.

But Wang Xiaoyuan became more and more disturbed when he heard it. Even though the past was like a piece of paper, there was a deep mark in his heart that would never be erased in his life.

In a trance, it has been said that Houtianlou and Tianshan Gate are hostile, and the assassins took advantage of the absence of the gate master to kill Tianshan Cliff.I only heard that the scholar slapped the slab stone again, and said vividly: "... But I saw a black plow on the edge of the cliff, and there was a ghostly shadow. The disciples had never seen such a formation. Immediately, the hair was standing on end, and the soul was flying away! The descendant of the Tao family was named Yuding Mao, with a shy and cowardly personality, saw the auspicious ghost walking forward, hurriedly untied his sword and knelt down, holding the sword with both hands and stepped forward. The rest of the people also bowed when they saw this, and immediately fell down a large area..."

Wang Xiaoyuan turned his head to look, and saw all the cooks were listening with great interest, chewing peanuts and crunching, crossing their sweaty necks together to discuss. "It seems that the Tianshanmen are just a group of cowards, not fat and courageous, just a few evil spirits, are they scared?"

Someone put the tea dregs on the bottom of the bowl, shook his head and said: "These young masters probably have never seen the world. Even if they have learned one or two styles of swords, they will not be able to handle them when they die. It's not like us running around, bandits I have also seen a lot of horse thieves, if you have a pole stick in your hand, you can really fight a few times, and you can even beat them unconscious to escort the officials to the gate of the house."

As they spoke, everyone suppressed their voices and laughed in a low voice, and sneered at the soft-footed shrimps who cowered in those words.After all, this article is a nonsense created by an artist who even rarely sees warriors. He portrays the Houtianlou assassin as if he came down from the earth, and the people in the Tianshan Gate are always useless Taisui.In addition, after the fierce battle between the two sects in the rumor, "the battle between the jade white swordsman and the black Luocha cliff", there were some rumors in the Wumeng that both sides were seriously injured, but the Tianshan gate suffered more damage.So there were different opinions for a while, some said that the Tianshan Gate was weak and weak, which gave the evil spirits an opportunity to take advantage of it, and another said that it was the black-clothed Raksha who waited for the sharp knife sharpened by the Tianlou to pull out of its sheath, and this killed him. There are a lot of scattered things in the northwest.

After a while, the storyteller talked about the fierce battle between the two schools.Only the sound of strings can be heard urgently, like a sonorous sound, which is shocking to the ear.Wang Xiaoyuan was stunned for a moment, maybe it was caused by the wind and cold, he had a headache and ears were hot, and in his dizziness, it seemed that thousands of people were fighting with their spears in front of him, pulling the tendons in his head.

He hugged his head and pressed his forehead against the cold table, his whole body seemed to fall into a whirlpool in the dizziness, sinking and floating in the turbulence.The human voice on the willow platform seemed to come from afar:

"Elder Beixuan, although his name is important, he has no real reality. The three swords are hard to draw when they are in their sheaths, and they are old and weak. In addition, their temperament is cold, not because of people's heat. The disciples are afraid of his power and immediately turn their backs to the enemy. Just like Zhongxing said that he betrayed the Han Dynasty, and Ge Shuhan rebelled against the Tang Dynasty, so sad! The wood grows insects, and the inside communicates with outsiders!"

Wang Xiaoyuan raised his head abruptly, and shook his head in bewilderment among the sighing and laughing crowd. "No...not right."

He couldn't tell what was wrong, but when he talked about Yu Beixuan's problems with his disciples, he lost his mind and felt a dull pain in his heart, like a huge rock was blocked.

There seemed to be the sound of wind and snow drifting from afar, and he could vaguely hear the icy crisp sound of swords and swords, and the sparks of fire splashing in the air.Yu Beixuan's standing posture is like a pine tree, Elder Xi Xun and Elder Nan Chi are desperately protecting the disciples, all the disciples have mournful expressions on their faces, and pairs of dark eyes are staring at him through the snow, It is clear but it seems to contain the pain of weeping blood.

He clearly saw the blood-stained white robes of his disciples fluttering in the raging wind and snow, like broken flags.They raised the blades slowly, pressed them against their necks, and said goodbye to him calmly but sadly.

No one betrayed the Tianshan Gate at all, they all fought desperately on the cliff on that side, and even willingly gave their lives in order not to be held hostage by Houtianlou!

Wang Xiaoyuan's headache was about to split, and he tremblingly said: "No, no..."

The cook at the side seemed to have heard him talking to himself, turned his head and frowned and said, "What's wrong? What is this kid muttering about?"

"Did you write this article? You know it!"

Wang Xiaoyuan supported his head and barely stood up.At this time, bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes, and the pupils were clouded with sadness and resentment.He gritted his teeth and said, "It's all...wrong."

"Tianshanmen disciples... all of them are frugal, self-reliant, talented and virtuous, and will never do anything that breaks their promises! Even if they die, they will never hurt their joints—"

He was usually shy, but at this moment, there was a burst of anger in his body, and his heart was scorching hotly.

The cooks laughed loudly: "Who are you, from the Tianshan Gate?"

"No, I am not……"

Someone looked at Wang Xiaoyuan's plain white sackcloth and said, "Looks like a servant doing rough work." Then everyone looked at him more and more contemptuously, and sneered a few times from time to time.

"Since it's not, why should we trust you little maomao?" The cook pointed at the storyteller playing the three-stringed string on the willow platform, and winked at him. "Mr. Wu has been here to talk about books for several years. Although sometimes the words are not very exciting, we all recognize them. If you want us not to believe Mr. Wu who has been familiar with him for several years, we will believe you, a little boy who has only met once. Son? Can you prove that your words are true?"

Wang Xiaoyuan gritted his teeth, and hesitated for a while before saying: "I...I can't." He shrunk his neck, feeling as if his heart was being scalded by a hot scald. "But... Mr. Wu, the storyteller, can't prove that everything he said is true..."

But the cooks waved their hands and said with a smile, "Hey, don't care if it's true or not! We pick goods and do jobs, unlike these wealthy Huahua Taisui who go to Tianshan Gate to practice swords, just listen to the books and have fun."

"Anyway, it's far away from the Tianshanmen Mountains and high waters. After the battle on the cliff, everyone who was going to die was completely dead. You can't find our revenge if you just say a few words."

Wang Xiaoyuan's eyes were astringent, and he wiped it vigorously with his cuff.Maybe it's because the wind and cold are getting worse, and the snot will flow out of the eyes.

He murmured: "But they... didn't want to die. If the Houtianlou assassins come down the mountain, they will definitely harm many people. They are helping you stop..."

Everyone laughed: "Thank you very much! But we came with the boat, and our home is not here, and the Tianlou really can't hinder us now. Now it seems that the Tianshan Gate is really bad, and even the gangsters are blocking it." I can't help it, I'm ashamed of the Wumeng..."

There was a burst of loud laughter in the wine shop.

Is it like this?Is that what people in the world think?Wang Xiaoyuan sat on a stool in a daze, his legs drooping, and there was buzzing in his ears like mosquitoes and flies.

For some reason, he felt very sad, what does a little servant of the Jin Mansion have to do with the Tianshan Gate, and he should have treated those who died in these words indifferently, but now for some reason, his heart ached.

"Yuxie of the Tianshan Gate, nineteen years old, wielding the famous sword Lonicera, pure and self-sufficient. However, he lost to the leader of the ghosts, and died in a cold place in the posture of a soft willow. The ghosts salivated on his beautiful face, and all four of them were abandoned. body, get together to do obscene things. Poor jade soft flower soft life, actually fell into owl snake ghosts!"

Some of the cooks showed resentment, but it was only a flash.The rough men who had been in the mountains for a long time gathered together, smiling and biting their ears.Wang Xiaoyuan vaguely heard a few dirty words, probably because this group of men had only seen simple peasant women facing the loess, but now they were fantasizing about how to obscenely look at the beautiful women at the Tianshan Gate.

Wang Xiaoyuan's chest rose and fell rapidly.His eyes were red, and there was a ball of fiery anger in his chest, and he was on a rampage, and he couldn't vent it anywhere.

Not at all.Yuxie was wounded in the confrontation with the Aiji ghost in Houtianlou, and his life and death are still unknown.She tried her best to protect the students, why did she end up in such a criticized end?

My head felt dizzy and painful due to the wind and cold, and there seemed to be snowdrops flying in front of my eyes.In a trance, there seemed to be a hand on the side of the cheek, which was icy and cool, as shiny as white jade.

He seemed to be reminded of a dream he had a long time ago.A blind girl squatted in front of him, carefully traced his eyebrows with her fingers, her brows were slightly frowned, and she seemed to be smiling.

Junior brother Xiao Yuan.That girl smiled and called his name.The boat is slightly rippling on the Taiyi River, creating thousands of ripples.Yuxie was his senior sister, she was always pure and pure, even when he saw her for the last time, the blood-soaked girl still stubbornly clenched the honeysuckle knife in her hand.It is absolutely impossible for her to be defiled by ghosts, even if her soul returns to the underworld, she is still as cold and white as snow.

"She...she didn't die!"

Mr. Wu, the storyteller, paused, and Du Limu fell silent.There was a sudden silence in the restaurant, and the sound of a needle point hitting the ground seemed to be clearly audible.The dark heads were thrown into the crowd in an instant, and dozens of gazes fell on a little servant who was straddling a stool.

Sniffing his nose, Wang Xiaoyuan stood up abruptly, his eyes filled with water.He didn't even dare to move his eyelids, for fear that big tears would roll down immediately, even so, he opened his voice and shouted for the first time: "She's not dead...she won't die!"

"Damn it, it's that picky brat again!" The cook tugged at his sleeve, "Sit down, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"Senior Sister is the most powerful person, Tianshan Gate will definitely save her..." At this moment, tears had already rolled down, Wang Xiaoyuan gasped heavily, stood in the same place blankly and sadly, murmuring that he himself Words not understood.

"It's just a joke, why is this kid so anxious, even the senior sister called him immediately?" The cook laughed.

"I heard that the Houtian Tower is full of confiscated wild ghosts, so why not? Could it be that you got a share of the pie by going to the Houtian Tower?"

"How does that girl feel, can you tell Mr. Wu?"

Criticism, suspicion, sarcasm, anger, contempt, and all kinds of malicious eyes were cast all around like mosquitoes and flies.This kid came out time and time again to stir up ghosts and hinder them, which made everyone unhappy.

Wang Xiaoyuan clenched his fists tightly, and the uncontrollable coldness and hotness intertwined and rose, like a poisonous python with its fangs, piercing through and biting his heart little by little.

He finally let out a loud roar, venting the pain that had been stagnant in his body for a long time, uncharacteristically rushed up and punched the guy in the face.

The tables, chairs and stools overturned in an instant, and the white porcelain and gray pottery dishes were shattered on the floor with a clang.Everyone saw this little rabbit-like servant jumping up suddenly, and punched the broad-shouldered man on the bridge of the nose, causing the man's nose to crooked and his mouth slanted, soaring into the air, crashing into pieces on the ground. In the wood residue.

"I fell into his mother's eyes! Someone was beaten!" A group of cooks got up with their shoulder poles, and some of the ground sticks that were meant to drink and eat immediately grabbed the mallets and held them in their hands.

Blood rushed to Wang Xiaoyuan's head just now, and then he punched impulsively.But right now, things are really messed up, people are rushing towards him like chaotic ants in the restaurant.Mr. Wu hastily put aside his folding fan and walked over the slate, and curled up under the willow platform.

The cook who had just been beaten kicked his legs, jumped up with his bruised face, opened his eyes like copper bells, and grabbed the half of Artemisia leaning on the side, and said angrily to Wang Xiaoyuan : "This idiot is bold, why don't you stick your face over to Grandpa so you can beat him up? If you punch me, I have to give you ten palms back! Kneel down first, and apologize for a while!"

Wang Xiaoyuan sniffed his nose, stared and shook his head.He showed a rare temper, and gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not, you are the one who should take back those words just now! Don't slander Tianshan Gate like this, you have to make amends to me and the person who passed away!"

"You son of a bitch, see if I don't beat you to death!" the cook roared, the Artemisia seeds had rained down on the little servant's head, and the crowd rushed up in chaos, and there was an uproar of voices, punching and kicking wood cracking porcelain The crackling sound is endless.

"Okay, come on!"

The veins on Wang Xiaoyuan's forehead were slightly protruding, and his eyes were already blood red.

It was as if a deep abyss had opened up in his heart, and at this moment, his whole body was full of blood, and he shouted at the crowd suddenly and hoarsely: "...If you have the guts, come and kill me!"