beg for chivalry

There is a wasteland of smoky grass and gurgling water, and there is a deserted beach beside the Kong Bridge in Chengyi. The thin leaves of centipede grass are verdantly covering the loess, and a slanted stem and leaf that has been trampled can be seen faintly.There is no one around, the setting sun is like blood, shining red light on the water, but the crickets can't wait to sing at night, calling loudly from the lush and deep weeds, rustling into one piece.

Yu Yiwei rode on a tree branch and vigilantly checked for noises in all directions. He had already changed back into a black silk night gown, and his face was covered with the bird's mask of impermanence.There were several assassins whispering under the tree, one of them whispered a few words, took out the squarely folded hemp paper from his sleeve and handed it to the other, but Yu Yi didn't realize that it was a secret order from the Ministry of Water.

The assassin unfolded the hemp paper, Yu Yi didn't take the opportunity to sneak a glance from the tree, and saw the words "Fire Nineteen" written on the top of the paper.The rest of the characters were smaller, and he squinted his eyes hard to make out the words "cut the grass and remove the roots".He was lying on the branch to take a peek, but the assassin who was looking down at the secret order suddenly raised his head, and the two eyes met for a moment, Yu Yiwei's whole body shivered, his hair suddenly rose, and he almost didn't fall from the top of the tree.

"Fire Seventeen." The assassin under the tree beckoned to him, his voice indifferent. "Come down and help."

"Hey." Yu Yiwei touched his sweat-drenched neck, turned over and jumped down from the tree, with oval camphor leaves and a few small maple silkworms crawling on the ghost's face.

He arrived in Chengyi with the Houtianlou assassins, and he found a person in the carriage in front of the pharmacy, who happened to be similar in appearance to the Houtianlou assassins, so he took him over.Yu Yi didn't think that person was very much like the Jinwu from the Marquis of Ningyuan. When he was not in the Tianshan Gate, he relied on the Xu family to get a name as a child of a powerful family. Fate of several sides.But just now when he saw that the person in the car was ill, but his spirit was as usual, so he had some guesses in his heart.

The assassin told him to carry a carved wooden suitcase. The lacquered red suitcase was painted with Jin Ximei, and a wide lock was hung on the nail nose button, which was heavy.One assassin was left behind to carry the suitcase with him, two were watching the wind outside the river bank, and the rest hurriedly rode their horses to Chengyi.Yu Yiwei carried a few steps with difficulty, his arm was sore, and he didn't know what was in the suitcase, so he asked, "What's in it?"

The assassin who was carrying the suitcase with him sneered, "Man."

Yu Yi didn't froze, he thought that the box contained at most gold jewels and jade ornaments stolen from some wealthy businessman, but he didn't expect that there was a living person inside.He hesitated for a while and asked, "Who is it?"

"Who else is there? Wasn't it you who found someone earlier?" The assassin gasped, "It's Jin Wu, young master, you should recognize it? But now it's Shui Jiu who can call the wind and rain in Tongle Temple." , and he is indistinguishable from a dead man."

Hearing this, Yu Yi was not full of suspicion. The young master of Houtianlou should be the black-clothed Rakshasa that the world despises, but now it seems that the black-clothed Rakshasa is divided into two people, which is quite different from the rumors in the world. same.But now his heart was trembling, he only felt that there was a faint breathing sound in the suitcase when he listened carefully, and he almost couldn't tighten the edge of the suitcase in panic.

Yu Yiwei asked: "Then...where are we going to carry this suitcase?"

The assassin didn't speak, he raised his chin and pointed his mouth into the river as a gesture.So Yu Yiwei's hands were dripping with cold sweat in an instant, and they couldn't stop slipping, and he could hardly hold the corner of the suitcase.He understood that now they had to sink the suitcase and the person in it into the river, and kill the mouth of the person in the suitcase.

"'Cutting the grass and cutting the roots'...is that what it's about?"

The assassin took a deep look at Yu Yiwei, and a cold light shone in the ghostly eye sockets: "You peeked at the secret order." With a slight lift of his hands, he dumped the suitcase towards Yu Yiwei.Yu Yiwei only felt that the hard corners of the box were pressing against his hip bones, and his hands became more and more sore and difficult to move.

Yu Yiwei's hair stood on end, and he unconsciously looked away. "I... I caught a glimpse of it inadvertently when I was watching the wind from the tree."

"Huo Shiqi, what do you think is a secret order?" the assassin said coldly, "Naturally, Heaven knows, Earth knows, and I know, but you don't know. You shouldn't know even half of what you shouldn't know."

Yu Yiwei bowed his head obediently, and answered vaguely.His heart was confused and painful, mixed with a trace of remorse.If he hadn't pointed out the Jinwu in the carriage to the assassins beside him in Chengyi, wouldn't Jinwu not have been caught by the Houtianlou assassins, and he wouldn't have had to stain his hands with blood?

Step by step, they carried the suitcase to the edge of the river, the assassin patted the dust on his hands, wiped a handful on the hem of his clothes, and suddenly opened his hands and asked Yu Yiwei: "Give me your sword."

"My sword..." Yu Yi didn't reach out to touch it, but found nothing, the belt was empty.He frowned and thought for a while, and said, "It seems that it has been repaired by the soil department, and it happens to be the time to raise the sheath. I personally want to ask the people from the soil department to help wipe it carefully with a cotton towel. Some good rust oil."

He lied, the last time Shui Shijiu forced him into the wine shop, he was forced to kill two or three people.Yu Yiwei had never killed anyone before, and he didn't know how to kill with one blow, the blood accumulated, the sword was covered with human oil, and the blade was blunted by human bones.From then on, he didn't want to pull out the sword that took human life. He washed the blade with water and put it in the sheath. He didn't care whether it would rust or not, so he threw it away.Now when the assassin asked, he didn't understand, and he didn't even remember whether he was equipped with a sword today.

The assassin taunted him: "You bastard, this is useless. The sword is the lifeline, but to be honest, I would rather lose the lifeline than have the sword." Then he pulled out the sword from his waist When the sheath came out, the cold light was shining brightly, and the blade was so bright red in the sunset that it seemed to be able to shed blood.

The tip of the sword hung on the suitcase, wandered for a while, and finally stopped in the middle of the suitcase.This is the position of the chest and abdomen, the most difficult to dodge, piercing here will definitely cause serious injuries.The assassin stuffed the Golden Crow in just now, so he had naturally seen the man's frail appearance.The Golden Crow has one face and one taste, it has already been broken, its spirit is like a gossamer, it is difficult to even move, plus the knife wound on its body has not healed, it is really a fish on an anvil.

The assassin took a long breath, held the hilt of the sword, and exerted force with both hands. With a chilling piercing sound, the long sword pierced through the suitcase, which seemed to be accompanied by a faint moan.After a long time, some sticky liquid seemed to flow out from the crack of the box, maybe it was blood.

Yu Yi moved over without hesitation, tied hemp rope and tied stones on the suitcase.Later he has to push this suitcase into the river, and if he is lucky, he can sink to the bottom of the river in Chengyi for the rest of his life.He remembered the feeling when he carried the Golden Crow away from the carriage. This person was pale and weak, dying, even if he didn't stab the sword, he would almost be seduced by Wuchang.

The assassin folded his arms and stared at him indifferently. Yu Yi stood up nervously before he tied up the stones, rubbed his fingers, and suddenly asked as if thinking of something: "Don't you have a sword, why do you want me to use it?" What is your sword for?"

"Of course I don't want to dirty my sword, because this thing was taken from the Lanqi rack in Houtian Lou."

The assassin flicked the sword, Yu Yiwei was in a daze, suddenly felt a pain in his neck, and at some point, the blade had reached his throat!The afterglow of the setting sun spreads from the sky like a fire, and under the bright kumquat sunlight, the mountains are accumulated in the darkness.With Xihui on his back, the assassin's figure was like a dark hole.

The assassin showed a creepy smile through the ghostly face, his eyes fell on Yu Yiwei's empty waist, "...Secondly, if you use your sword with jade beads to kill people, then others will definitely think... The landlord was killed by people from the Tianshan Gate."

"You said yes, the secret work of the Tianshan Gate?"

Yu Yiwei shuddered, and in an instant, he suddenly turned over and jumped back.But the assassin's sword came out extremely fast, brushing across his chest and abdomen like a gust of wind, instantly wiping out a bloodstain.A few darts pierced through his clothes, he felt as if he was caught by one hand, and in the blink of an eye, he was firmly nailed to the camphor wood by the iron darts.The assassin flew forward and punched him in the stomach with clenched fists.Yu Yiwei only felt pain as if his internal organs were churning, his eyes were dizzy, and he opened his mouth to spit out blood-stained saliva.

"I...not!" Yu Yiwei desperately shook his head in confusion.He was stunned, unable to figure out where he had made a mistake.

The assassin grabbed the face of the impermanent bird and violently lifted the copper face off.The cotton rope broke behind his head, and Yu Yi grinned in pain.The wound on his face was not healed yet, wrapped in silk cloth, itching faintly.At that time, the Tianlou Assassin saw the horrific scar on his face and clicked his tongue in disgust.He grabbed Yu Yi by the hair and slammed into a tree hard.The assassin approached his eyes, and suddenly tore off his ghostly face, revealing a face very similar to the Golden Crow, and shouted:

"I have been suspicious of you for a long time. Although Huo Shiqi has a bad temper, he is a good sword of Houtianlou. How could he end up with his face ruined? Besides, I am familiar with Huo Shiqi. Your temperament is comparable to his. Quite different!"

"Then come and find out who I am! If you are not a traitor from Tianshanmen, you should know who everyone in Houtianlou is!"

Yu Yi didn't remember the words on the secret order, his lips trembled, and he hurriedly said: "Huo Nineteen! You are... Huo Nineteen!"

The assassin said coldly: "Who told you... I am Huo Nineteen?"

In an instant, Yu Yiwei's heart was broken, his eyes were as wide as copper bells.He clearly remembered that when the assassin read the secret order of the Ministry of Water, the words "Fire Nineteen" were written on the hemp paper, so he took it for granted that this person was an assassin of the Ministry of Fire, but maybe it was not the case.Except for Huo Qi and Shui Nineteen who came close, he couldn't tell who this group of evil spirits with very similar faces were!

The assassin grabbed his neck and slammed it hard on the tree, hitting Yu Yiwei's eyes with stars and his scalp in pain.There seemed to be warm water dripping from the back of his head. "I accepted the secret order for someone else, and I just wanted to test you, a suspicious boy. Huo Shiqi changed his temper after searching for Tianshanmen disciples. I think this is really suspicious." The assassin took the copper mask Patting his wounded face, Yu Yiwei's face was covered with blood, sweat and blood dripping in the pit of his neck, the assassin laughed, "Hey, now, do you still think I'm Huo Shijiu?"

"No...not." Yu Yiwei panted heavily, his eyes were loose and terrified, and he wanted to break free from the assassin's grasp, but his clothes were nailed to the camphor wood, and the assassin's grip was extremely tight.He shook his head in panic, "I admit it wrong...but I am really Huo Shiqi...I am the assassin of Houtianlou!"

The assassin didn't listen to him, and punched him in the chest again, beating him like a torturer. "Then tell me, I'm not Huo Nineteen, who do you think I am?"

Yu Yi was stunned by the beating, he dodged left and right, but the bridge of his nose was broken, the silk cloth was torn to pieces, half of the wound on his face was bloody, and blood dripped down.He shouted: "You are... Fire Eighteen! Fire Sixteen! Water Fifteen!" As he shouted, the assassin beat more and more fiercely until finally his fists were red with blood and his front was soaked.

I don't know how long after being beaten like this, the assassin grabbed his hair, knelt down and looked at Yu Yiwei patiently, and said to him with a smile:

"No, I am Huo Nineteen."

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Chapter 200!It can be written so long!The last [-] chapters seemed to be last year’s Mid-Autumn Festival (