beg for chivalry

Before leaving, the concierge of Zuichun Garden gave Yu Yiwei a bulging bag, which contained 30 taels of silver, a few white-faced steamed buns, and a bag of water.Yu Yi didn't know that it was left by Jinwu for him, so he hesitated for a while, nodded his thanks, put the bag on his shoulders, and hurried to the car dealership.

Jin Wu and Wang Tai are still standing on the veranda, silently looking at Yu Yi's unleashed figure, staggering and thin, like a dead leaf blown down by the autumn wind.This kid has always looked like a fledgling novice, but the strange thing is that even if this person has a blood feud, he still looks young.Yu Yi Weijue cannot be called a good student of Tianshan Gate, most of the time he is just a wilting chicken in the crowd, if there is anything outstanding, it is that he has been lucky all the way and survived until now.

Wang Taizui was sleepy, and muttered: "Son-in-law, you are really cruel. Look at his poor appearance, even a Houtianlou assassin can beat him, so let him go back to Houtianlou."

"I can't help him." Jin Wu coughed slightly, pressed the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and said, "Now we are also on the tip of the knife, and every 360 piece has to be used on the chessboard, so it's better to let him go back and stir it up Wait for the water in Tianlou to be poured."

"That's right, he stirs up the muddy water, and we create big waves. One mile and one distance, it's just right." Mrs. Wang laughed and rubbed her hands, but she could hear a slight panting from the people around her, accompanied by a few light coughs from time to time.When he turned his face, he caught a glimpse of Jinwu frowning and looking at the silk handkerchief in his hand. The bloodshot blood was entrenched on it, dyeing the peony flowers embroidered with golden threads more and more vividly, looking horrifying.

The mind was at a loss for a while, and the Queen Mother asked after knowing it: "Are you... really sick?"

The words were like a curse, Jin Wu glared at him fiercely, but there was some blood in his mouth, he couldn't speak for a while, but shook his head with a pale face.

He changed the medical prescription for Yan Jiubian, who was in charge of the two ministries, and drank a lot of daily poison soup, so he looked like his days were fading away.Now, although I stopped the medicinal soup, my body has improved a bit, but when the poison occurs, I still feel heart-piercing and uncomfortable.Maybe there is really no year to live.

Mrs. Wang grabbed him by the back of the neck and lifted it, but she felt that it was not right, so she squatted down and asked sarcastically: "Do you want to recite it? No way, such a big person can't compare to a sucking child. You need to be carried on your back. You are the most powerful here, and you are also the weakest."

Jin Wu slowed down, wiped his mouth angrily, and kicked Mrs. Wang's ass.Mrs. Wang yelled exaggeratedly, jumped up and covered her buttocks, but suddenly said seriously: "Zuo Sanniang is not by your side, can you hold on? Or should we go to the pharmacy in the ward to lure a doctor to give you a careful examination?" Make some adjustments?"

It took two years for Jin Wubu to play this game, but he took longer, playing wedge for ten years.There is no turning back on the path we are taking now, everyone is putting all their eggs in one basket, and they cannot tolerate failure.The Golden Crow is the best chess piece to play, and it must always fall within the radius.Mrs. Wang had a smile on her face, but her heart was unexplainably anxious. He saw that Jinwu was fine on weekdays, but when he got sick, he often collapsed into a puddle of soft mud. He was a soft persimmon that anyone could hold .

"...No need." Jinwu waved his hand, "With the help of people from Kibe, I can survive for a while."

From the gray tile eaves of the corridor, an assassin woman who was as light as a swallow fell down, landed in front of Jinwu, and gave a salute.This assassin didn't wear a ghost mask, but showed a face with beautiful eyes and clear brows, which looked quite similar to Zuo Sanniang, but his eyes were cold, and when he looked at people, he looked a bit icy.

This person is Mu Shishi, the head of Mubu, formerly Zuo Sanniang's close attendant.

Wang Tai understood and took a step back.Mu Shiyi took the golden crow and sat down on the porch bench, carefully observed his expression, cut his pulse again, and silently took out a gold square bottle from his sleeve, poured a few pills into his hand and gave it to him eat it.

"Yes, I almost forgot that Kibe is also yours. Otherwise, Shui Jiu would have been fooled by you when he checked your condition. He really had Kibe's help." Mrs. Wang shrugged.

Jin Wu swallowed the pill, his face turned red, he shook his head and said: "Kibe is not mine, but Zuo Sanniang's."

Since Zuo Sanniang escaped from Houtianlou, Mubu's affairs have been handed over to Mu Shishi.But Zuo Buzheng and Yan Jiubian never thought that this female guard who always had the same wooden figure would have been communicating with Zuo Sanniang all the time.Mu Shiyi let Zuo Sanniang go, and when Yan Jiubian checked Jinwu's condition, although she knew that Jinwu's condition was not incurable, she still lied against Yan Jiubian's wishes.

Mrs. Wang was surprised and couldn't hold back, so she asked Mu Shishi: "Who are you, Miss San, who deserves your disobedience to Zuozhuzhu?"

He has been in Houtianlou for ten years without saying anything, and he knew that this group of wooden characters were all intimidated by Yasha's power. That woman not only had cruel methods, but also acted kindly and magnanimously in front of the assassins from time to time. The shape of the knife is mixed with honey.The assassins lived day and night in this cage built of blood and iron, and the occasional small favors made them die against Zuo Buzheng, not to mention Yasha and Jinbu are really powerful, they can always wipe out the traitors, Zuo Sanniang and Jinwu But it is an exception.

Mu Shiyi lowered his head and plugged the mouth of the medicine bottle, and said indifferently: "Who is the master on the left, who wants Mu Shiyi to disobey the third lady's wishes?"

"She is the sky, the sky that Hou Tianlou cannot rebel."

The female guard shook her head. She stood up and looked at Mrs. Wang calmly, "Miss San is ruthless and can only inflict poison, but she is also a healer. Mu Shi...no, everyone in Kibe has been saved by her several times. The poisons made by Wanyigu and Southwest Luojia are all because of her medicine to cure, and we are also free from the pain of the poisonous heart. Mu Shiyi asks everyone, if the main house is flooded, you will look forward to the neighbors to put out the fire Lift, or may God have the grace of watering?"

Mrs. Wang dug her ears and said, "Naturally, I want my neighbors to bring buckets to put out the fire. God often doesn't give a little rain for two or three years. What hope is there?"

Mu Shiyi nodded, "That's right. For us, the third lady is the kindness of our neighbors. She has saved our lives several times with her own hands. The landlord on the left stands tall and far, and we have no kindness. Mu Shishi My god, there is only Miss San."

The three of them walked slowly along the veranda, and a group of gorgeous beauties gathered beside the wooden ladder, all of whom were kabuki and flower girls in the Drunken Spring Garden.The kabukis first smiled and chatted against the barrier fans. When they bit their ears, their horses' faces and skirts rippled like water. From the gaps in the fans, they could glimpse their jade-white cheeks with clouds.They were chatting and laughing, but as soon as the three of them walked over, their faces suddenly turned cold, revealing their original appearance.

Jin Wu walked over, and a group of people knelt down on the ground.The kabukis bowed their heads and knelt, and their gauze and satin skirts slid on the stone bricks, like blooming flowers.They withdrew their obedience to their benefactor, and said in unison: "Young master, this way please."

The handyman carrying the teapot and the boy carrying the water in the corridor also nodded respectfully.The flower-card girls, the Hongqing courtiers, the tortoise slaves and the bustards on the side of the corridor all gathered together at some point and stood by the corridor.When the three of them walked over, they silently moved out of the way. Everyone's eyes were as dark as muddy pools, carrying the hostility that Houtianlou assassins should have, and finally they all set their gazes on Jinwu.

Mrs. Wang turned her head around vigorously, and wondered: "Are they all from us?" He held some people from Tubu in his hand, all of whom were mountain ghosts who fell into Houtianlou's Evil Ditch together. Over the years, some people have been instigated to use it.But there were more people in Kibe than he thought, so he couldn't help being amazed.

Mu Shiyi said indifferently: "Kibe had already set up a life-saving work in Zuichun Garden. Mrs. Hongzhu from the Southern School agreed to help the young master, so Mube was able to settle here."

The Zuichun Garden is located in both the north and the south, and the people of Kibe are also scattered everywhere to hide, but sometimes they are almost discovered.Wang Xiaoyuan wandered around the garden once, and at that time he faintly noticed that everyone in the garden was carrying evil spirits, but luckily he got confused later.

"It seems that I want you to meet them all and talk to them so that they won't be confused." Mrs. Wang gently poked Jinwu's arm, "It's not like everyone has paid homage to your honor. , everyone wants to see Rakshasa in black. After all, you were a notorious villain in the past, and now you are a good magic weapon for us to deal with the leftist."

The three of them walked into the hall as if they were surrounded, and there were two large plaques facing them, but unfortunately the words were blackened by ink.There are a few armchairs next to the Eight Immortals table, and on the table is a small celadon jar filled with water and a small wooden box.The small copper stove on the three-legged incense table is lit with sweet rosin, and the smoke curls around the densely packed human heads behind the mirror screen.All the people in Zuichun Garden gathered here, nodding their heads and lowering their eyebrows, as if they were looking at their own toes, or as if they dared not raise their heads under deterrence.

The hall was somewhat dim, and the hidden assassins now appeared from the shadows, blocking the sunlight coming through the door.The dust shone brightly in the light, the three of them were surrounded by the turbulent tide, the sound of everyone's breathing joined together, and even the ground seemed to be shaking slightly.No one spoke, but no one was looking at the Golden Crow. There was no sound for a while, and the hall was filled with dead silence.

Jin Wu took a deep breath, he had been waiting for this day for two years, maybe even longer.When he was in Houtianlou, he was weeping blood every day, wandering in the sea of ​​bitterness; after returning to Jiading, he never idled, giving outsiders a look of idleness, but in fact, he was working behind the scenes and weaving for a long time.

He wanted to destroy Houtianlou, and he brought himself along with him.Maybe he and Mrs. Wang are using each other, he never asked Mrs. Wang's purpose of overthrowing Houtianlou, maybe there is a past that makes people cry.Jinwu himself didn't think too much, he had already formed a bloody feud with Houtianlou, the other half of his mind was on Wang Xiaoyuan, that idiot who used to cry by his side about the matter of Tianshanmen field.

Jin Wu's gaze shifted to the drawer wooden box on the table, and when he pulled the handle of the copper ring, he saw a piece of copper noodles inside.The copper surface was padded with black silk, and it was carefully polished, but it was scratched right now, leaving a notch.Wang Xiaoyuan's idiot bag was thrown in Tianfu's room and was not looked after, so the assassin from Kibe took it back, and then it returned to him.

With trembling hands slightly, he picked up the Rakshasa copper mask and slowly covered his face.

This copper mask has been with him for ten years, and he has been despised for ten years with the Rakshasa ghost mask on.As long as there is this copper face, no one can clearly see the joy, anger and sorrow on his face, and will only regard him as a ruthless evil spirit, a blood-drinking sharp knife of the waiting sky.

Mrs. Wang patted him on the shoulder, lowered her brows rarely, and said for a long while. "Congratulations on coming back."

There seemed to be a faint flame flickering in the quiet and dark eyes of the assassins.The Golden Crow could understand their minds, some had joy in their eyes when they were finally freed from long-term confinement, some were out of loyalty to repay Zuo Sanniang's kindness, and some resented Yan Jiubian's actions.But no matter what their intentions are, they have now turned into blades that can be driven by him, and they can work together with him to stir up the chaotic pond that has not changed in Houtianlou for decades.Together with Mrs. Wang, he will cut Houtianlou into pieces.

Next to the sacrificial table was a shelf for falling troops, from which Jin Wu grabbed a golden dragon-carved sword, pulled it out of its sheath with a snap, and held it high.The sword body was as white as frost and snow, burning like lightning, illuminating everyone.He was supposed to be a nocturnal ghost, and shouldn't stand here like the stars, but now everyone is looking at him with awe and pushing this evil ghost to a higher place.

The voices of the assassins seemed to turn into magnificent music, lingering between the beams and trees, buzzing and shaking the eardrums and hearts.They said in unison: "—Welcome to the young master!"

In the weak sunlight, thin dusty golden scales danced.Rakshasa ghost stood among the crowd holding a sword, his shadow slantingly flowed to the wall, leaving a thick shadow.He has a blue face and fangs, his eyes are like lights, and the sword blade in his hand is cold and fierce, and he paints this place into a scene like hell.

Jin Wu closed his eyes slightly, and the thunderous shouts of the people around his ears seemed to fade away suddenly, and there was an indescribable desolation in his heart.From now on, he should return to his previous appearance, having everything and having nothing at the same time.

He whispered, his voice drowned in the uproar.

"…I'm back."

——[Five Eyes Fan Five Colors End]——

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Finally finished this volume!I was already under a lot of pressure when I wrote the last volume, but I didn't expect this volume to be even more... (T^T) All in all, it was a very difficult volume!The length of the full text is 8 volumes, which was planned from the beginning, and it can be regarded as gradual...

All in all, this is a very confusing volume, and it is also a relatively large transitional chapter.Generally speaking, there are relatively few set points, and the writing is hasty, maybe not too interesting... Even so, I still write to the point of being dehydrated and shriveled orz

So starting from the next volume, I have to be a good person, and I will rack my brains and write hard!Thank you very much for seeing my friends here~