beg for chivalry

Qian Xian'er smiled and said, "That's right, it's me."

The two of them looked at each other across the red, green and green sugar pagodas, and their eyes met in the flickering light of the round lamp.After ten years, the two of them no longer had the youthful intimacy they had back then, but looked at each other like strangers.

Wang Xiaoyuan was stunned and speechless, but Qian Xian'er had already lowered her head to scoop up the syrup.He pulled out a marble slab from the bottom of the wooden tray, and poured the syrup on it carefully, skillfully, as if he was really a peddler who peddled sugar and maple girls.The thick yellow syrup condensed into thin golden lines, outlining the delicate skeleton, Qian Xian'er was holding the copper spoon and turning her wrist, talking to him in a low voice:

"It's been ten years, and you've been away from Evil Man's Ditch for ten years. The tired bird also wants to return to its nest. Have you ever thought about coming back?"

Wang Xiaoyuan tilted his head slightly, Yan Jiubian in the corner of his eye was looking around carelessly, as if he had no time to pay attention to the two of them who were biting their ears.So he turned his head and looked back at Qian Xian'er, both of them have changed their faces and appearances in the years of tempering.Now one is a bastard who came out of the villain's ditch and lives by writing some words, and the other is a lowly little servant.

"I broke the commandment, I can't go back." Wang Xiaoyuan shook his head.

Qian Xian'er chuckled, still with her face down, picked up a small spatula from the side, and carefully shoveled the syrup.He said, "After Wang Taige left, I became the head of the family. I am a dignified figure in the ravine, and the order can be changed. If you want to come back, the gate of the wicked ditch will never stop you."

Wang Xiaoyuan pursed his lips, and after a long while, said with difficulty: "I will hurt you when I come back... others... don't know what they will think."

For some reason, in front of Qian Xian'er, he seemed to have turned back into that ignorant child with a dumbfounded head and a belly full of bad water.When he thinks about the past, he will not only remember the bright days in the Jin Mansion, but also the scene of the lush green forest in the sky-topping mountain, and the scene of Mrs. Wang carrying him on the mountain road with a green bamboo stick.No matter how lonely and lost he will be in the future, he will always remember these two homes.

Silence permeated between the two, only the slight sound of the shovel scraping against the marble slab.After a while, Qian Xian'er raised his head, with a smooth and unpredictable smile on his face, and handed him the bamboo stick with Tang Guanren on it.

Qian Xian'er smiled like a slippery fox, but the words that came out of her mouth were cold and piercing, "Wang Xiaoyuan, I've been regretting it all the time. If Brother Wang is really gone, and you didn't come out of the ditch of wicked people ten years ago, shouldn't we Can pass silver ingots and copper hole squares, and sit in the seat together? What did the Tianshan Gate give you? Is it a knife technique that can't be used with one hand, a head that is blurred and forgettable, or is it shattered back and forth? Exhausted energy?"

Wang Xiaoyuan stretched out his hand to take the bamboo stick, as if listening to his words, but it seemed that his left ear went in and out of his right ear, he just pointed at the bamboo stick with a good-natured smile and said:

"Isn't what I want a sugar figurine? Why did you only draw a flat picture for me?"

Stringed on the bamboo stick is a sugar painting poured with sugar syrup. The gold is clear, but the painting is weird.Like a person kneeling, weeping silently towards the sky.Wang Xiaoyuan stared at the sugar painting for a long time, his expression was a little dazed, he suddenly felt a dull pain in his body, and in the dimness, he seemed to be wrapped in thick sugar and lost his breath, and he was sitting on his knees just like the sugar painting.

In a trance, he seemed to be in the dark night of the Evil Ditch, the cedar bark on the torch creaked, and the mountain ghosts in the Evil Ditch silently surrounded him.The heavy thorny sticks fell on his body like raindrops. The sharp thorns pierced the skin in severe pain, drew blood spots, and splashed to the ground, gradually staining the soil under his body without its original color.

The angry shouts of the mountain ghosts echoed in the ears like thunder.His legs were broken, and his blood was mixed with sweat on the ground.There was an eerie rustling sound when the bones were rubbed, and the whole body was so soft that it was difficult to move.The gate seemed to be far away from him, and he crawled desperately on hands and feet, but it seemed thousands of miles away.

"86! You have to get the approval of the 86 elders of Cizhu before you can go out of this gate!"

He cried out as if he was dying, his voice was hoarse and painful.Every blow seemed to knock him out, and gradually he became unconscious except for the pain and cold, he was like a piece of dead meat, being beaten by everyone.

From sunrise to moonset, he was trampled mercilessly in the mud like an ant.Someone took a razor blade and wanted to cut off his tendons and tendons; someone grabbed his arm and folded it until he let out a scream and his wrist was twisted and swollen.His heart seemed to be smashed into pieces, until he couldn't distinguish between heaven and earth, himself and others.

Wang Xiaoyuan got goose bumps all over his body.He hurriedly stuffed the sugar painting into his mouth, and the sweetness of the sugar spread in his mouth, but his heart was as bitter as if he had swallowed Coptis chinensis.He suddenly remembered the past, and suddenly felt a bit of mixed feelings in his dark pain.

Qian Xian'er stared at him meaningfully, the round shadows of sticky candied haws cut his face to pieces, after a long time, he said softly:

"If at that time...you had followed our advice and killed that young master of the Jin Mansion...it would have been great."

These words exploded in his ears like thunder, Wang Xiaoyuan's mouth was faster than his brain, and he denied it, "That's not right!"

He was dripping with cold sweat, and felt that there seemed to be hundreds of phantoms around him, all of which were mountain ghosts from the Evil Man's Ditch, leaning down and whispering in his ear with a grinning grin.

"What's wrong?" Qian Xian'er said with a leisurely smile, "Without him, your life would be very different. You don't have to suffer so much, no one can control you, and you are still at ease. It's better than being a Animals that are used and despised by others are good."

"…shut up……"

Qian Xian'er couldn't stop talking, and still laughed, "Meng Wu'er's dog should be killed, have you forgotten how much blood the frontier army shed because of these barbarians? The low-grade breeds on Hartz Road can be kept, but they have to Make a poison jar..."

Wang Xiaoyuan raised his head abruptly, with a rare flash of coldness in his eyes, he shouted: "I want you to shut up!"

This drinking caused a lot of commotion, and the pedestrians on the long street turned their heads and cast their burning eyes on him.Even Yan Jiubian raised his head in surprise, and Monk Zhang Er was stunned, puzzled.

Seeing that Yan Jiubian's attention was attracted, Wang Xiaoyuan said to Qian Xian'er in a loud voice: "You are so black-hearted, insist on an extremely high price for me! I will give you a number, don't bargain any more! "

Others thought it was a dispute between the seller and the buyer, so they quickly lost interest and turned around muttering.After a while, the streets and alleys were full of laughter again, and all the water just passed without leaving a trace.

Wang Xiaoyuan breathed a sigh of relief, but turned around to see Qian Xian'er looking at him with a smile, and pushed the money back to him without a trace.

Qian Xian'er laughed softly: "The gate of Tianshan has declined, you have been there not long, where else can you go?"

This brainy peddler-like figure patted the hem of his clothes, picked up the pole again, nodded slightly to him before leaving, and left a meaningful smile.

"Go back to the wicked ditch, Wang Xiaoyuan. You have taken root there, and you will come back one day."

After the festival closed, there were no people on the street, only the mottled oil stains on the bluestone bricks and the strong smoke.The crescent moon slid westward, got into the thin clouds, and shrouded Tianfu in the dark night.

In the mansion, there is a wall of Taoists, all assassins with ghostly faces, but wrapped in shiny iron helmets, enclosing the west wing like an iron barrel.There are two people standing in the wall of people, one is dressed in gold embroidered brocade clothes, with the arrogance of a stockholder hiding a gold cave, holding a fan in his hand to cover his joyous face.Wang Xiaoyuan stood at the side, with his wrist resting on the handle of the Yubai saber, looking idle but with a hint of indifference, causing all the Houtianlou assassins in the courtyard to stand up and stare at this so-called No. [-] swordsman in the world. .

The two of them had just returned from the festival, and before Wang Xiaoyuan had eaten half a bowl at night, Yan Jiubian dragged him to the front of the wing, with a meaningful look in his eyes.

Wang Xiaoyuan also pretended not to understand, and asked: "Why did you bring you here? The festival is over, and you want us to gather here again?"

Yan Jiubian fluttered his folding fan, and said leisurely: "I am here to answer your questions with good intentions, and I am not in the mood to accompany you to be silly anymore. Don't you want to meet your good friend? Stay in Tianfu."

As soon as the words were finished, the Suoyigui closed his fan and held the crisp sound in his hand.At the same time, a little light flickered in the dark courtyard, and the light swayed behind the brocade fan, smeared on the light yellow window paper, and painted a few faint figures in front of everyone.Yan Jiubian raised his hand to signal, and the two assassins stepped forward and opened a small gap in the fan.

A glimpse of the room can be vaguely glimpsed through the gap. Babu's bed is covered with a thick pine and crane cotton mattress, which is slightly raised like a steamed bun.A pale face was exposed outside, with eyes closed and a weak breath.Wang Xiaoyuan recognized that the sleeping man was very similar to his young master, presumably it was Jinwu, so he could not help but move forward.

The assassins stuck to their sharp steel swords and quickly stopped him.Wang Xiaoyuan took a step back, but put his hand on the Yubai knife with lightning speed, thinking in his heart: If Yan Jiubian is taken hostage at this time, he might be able to save Jinwu.

But Yan Jiubian seemed to see through his mind, and sneered, "Want to draw your sword? I advise you not to move. First, your sword may not be as fast as mine; second, Houtianlou assassins are all forgetful. People who risk their lives, even if you kill me, you won't be able to save Jin Wu."

Indeed, the bones of the folding fan in the ghost's hand were wrapped with dense silver threads, wrapping the courtyard like a spider's web.Even if Wang Xiaoyuan's eyesight is not good, he could vaguely see a few cold lights entering the room, perhaps entangled with the neck of the man on the bed.If he attacked Yan Jiubian, that person's head would be split by the silver thread in an instant.

Yan Jiubian smiled and said: "I want you to see clearly that the one in my palm is indeed your young master, and there is no one else." He snapped his fingers, and two assassins lifted the thick mattress and put He lifted the person on the bed with his arms, and pulled the hair on his forehead to expose his face.The fan was swiftly pushed away, Wang Xiaoyuan saw the man's face clearly, it was exactly the same as Jinwu, with a long scar under his eyes, his face was as pale as snow, but flushed as if ill.

The Suoyi Ghost knew well that this person was just an assassin from the Ministry of Water, lying on the bed disguised as a Golden Crow.The real Golden Crow was thrown into a suitcase by the Ministry of Fire and sank to the bottom of the river, already dying.The faces of all the assassins in Houtianlou were carved out of the mold of the Golden Crow, not to mention outsiders, even the biological father and mother are difficult to distinguish.

Wang Xiaoyuan looked it over carefully, but said: "Is this person really my young master?"

Yan Jiubian's heart skipped a beat, but he still covered his mouth with a smile and said, "Why not? I'm showing it to you now, just to tell you that your master is still alive, and his life is in my hands."

Wang Xiaoyuan also laughed and said: "I have heard a little about Hou Tianlou's technique of changing appearance. If you catch someone pretending to be your young master, how can I tell you? Besides, you were born with the same young master, so it's hard not to teach others. suspicious."

"Empty words are nothing." Yan Jiubian's eyes darkened, "I don't know where you heard the nonsense. If you suspect that there is a leather mask, I will ask someone to pull your young master's face for you. Believe it or not."

As he spoke, another assassin stepped forward, grabbed the man's face and pulled it fiercely, but he still didn't tear off the human skin mask, only leaving a few bright red fingerprints on the fair cheeks.

Seeing this, Yan Jiubian smiled triumphantly and said, "How? I said this person is Jin Wu, so it must be true."

As soon as the voice fell, a beam of light like a snow knife swept out suddenly!

The ghost faces of the assassins seemed to have been hit by a thunderbolt, and there was severe numbness amidst the buzzing sound.Wang Xiaoyuan held the jade white knife, the tip of the knife was as white as snow, like tearing apart a ray of skylight in the dark night.

The copper ghost masks fell off one by one, and fell to the ground with clangs.The assassins stood dumbfounded, the knife just now split the ghost faces of all the assassins around Wang Xiaoyuan, but did not hurt the flesh and blood, the knife technique was superb and reached the pinnacle.

On the exposed faces, Wang Xiaoyuan saw familiar facial features... Every assassin was like the blood cells of the Golden Crow, and his appearance was no different from that of the Golden Crow.

Yan Jiubian's face turned pale suddenly, but he saw Wang Xiaoyuan looking around slowly, knocking the jade white scabbard on his shoulder, and said with a kind smile:

"Look, there are dozens of young masters here, all of whom have exactly the same face."

"...Please tell me next time, which one is he?"