beg for chivalry

Tianfu Street is crowded with people, the water can't get through, and the noise seems to be boiling with steam.There is a small terrace on the teahouse, and there is a row of copper pots on it, with some straight flowers inserted.Yu Yi didn't have time to stay here, he lowered his head and used his fingertips to tease the jasmine flowers stained with clear dew, and got a hand of dew, but it was also cool and interesting.

During this period of time, after returning from Zizhou, he thought of a way to sneak into Houtianlou again. Fortunately, during this period of time, there was a Wumeng meeting in Tianfu, and he heard that there were people from the Tubu who were making trouble inside, so he went for a few days On that day, he disappeared and the murder of the accompanying assassins was not mentioned.Now he is covered with a green cloth, with a weeping face that he only bought from a temple fair, to cover up the horrific scars on his face, he looks like a tea guest wandering in a teahouse.

He was looking down at the flowers, when a figure loomed from the tearoom upstairs, leaning against the railing, idly knocking on the wooden railing with an empty cup, making a beeping sound.

Yu Yiwei raised his head in fear, and squeezed the sweat in his hands first.He knew that the person who was staying in the upstairs tea room at this time was the big shot in Houtian Building, if he was not well served at all, he would have to be dragged away by the assassins and chopped into minced meat.Strange to say, Shui Nineteen was so busy during this period that he actually left the top priority of taking care of the black-clothed Rakshasa to him.Poor Yu Yiwei's wish of just wanting to eat and die in the Houtianlou to touch fish in muddy water for a while, and then take the opportunity to save Yu Bingzi, was extinguished, so he had to stay here with a tiger-like figure.

At this time, I looked up and saw a man in Jinling Yun brocade clothes leaning against the railing of the tea room, embroidered with five bats holding longevity on his clothes, wearing a jade wrench in his hand, looking domineering.That person is not wearing a ghost mask now, showing a porcelain-white and delicate face, it is the black-clothed Rakshasa he has seen several times before.

"Hey you."

Yan Jiubian looked down at him suddenly, their eyes collided suddenly, like sparks sparked in the void. "...Which one is it?"

This Rakshasa in black was only in charge of the Ministry of Water before, and he is still not familiar with the Ministry of Fire, not to mention that there are many assassins who come from the old and new, and he only knows that the boy touching the jasmine downstairs is a newcomer who came to support him .This kid has no blood on his body, as blunt as an unsharpened knife.

Yu Yiwei had recited the name over and over thousands of times in his heart, and now he blurted out: "Huobu, Huoshiqi."

"New here, just out of Shizhadi? It looks strange." Yan Jiubian pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Oh, I've seen you, an ugly thing with half of its face ruined. It's spinning around Shui Nineteen That's it."

"..." Yu Yiwei honestly stuffed his complaints down his throat, and bowed his head like a wooden figure, "Yes."

He said in his heart that before he entered this ghost place, he was still a romantic young man in the flower street, but who knows that he turned out to be neither human nor ghost, which really made those who heard it sad and cried.But even though he hated this person so much in his heart, he didn't dare to take a breath in front of Yan Jiubian, and just stood there cautiously.

Yan Jiubian propped his chin lazily, flapping his folding fan slightly, his gaze fell on the crowds of people moving in the street.

A row of snow-robed Taoist priests passed by in the street like floating clouds, and the jade beads on their long swords were shining like dew, and everyone in them was immortal, which made people look sideways for a while.The peddlers and passers-by couldn't help but turn sideways to give way to them, and whispered to each other, talking about the Da Zong who guarded the northwest and was admired by the whole world.People from the Tianshan Gate lived in the snow-capped mountains for a long time, if it wasn't for the upcoming Martial League Conference, it would be really hard to see them.

"...Huh." Yan Jiubian stared at the group of people in letter clothes and Taoist robes, his lips curled up slightly, revealing a strange smile.Yu Yi didn't see him, but his heart was shocked like a hammer, and he was terrified - how could there be people from the Tianshan Gate here!Since the first battle on the precipice two years ago, the elders of the Tianshan sect and the disciples of Sanzhu suffered heavy casualties, leaving only a few people to support the sect.A few months ago, there were disciples headed by the black-clothed Rakshasa who killed the remaining one or two pearl disciples. If the mountain gate is like a plate of scattered sand today, how can there be any mood to come to the meeting?

But that night when Tianlou exterminated them, they were really nimble. Not only did they kill all the passers-by in the inn, but they also removed the blood from the corpses, and transported the remains of the corpses to the mountains overnight for burial.And let the people from the Ministry of Water continue to manage the inn pretending to be the owner and waiter, which makes people suspicious.Tianshan Gate seemed to have been erased from the world in an instant. Although there were a few disciples released by him and Yuzhi at the beginning, they ran away in a hurry and did not dare to show their faces.

Yu Yiwei was dripping with cold sweat, and got goosebumps all over his body.The surroundings seemed to be very cold, and he was trembling with fear, his eyes trembling anxiously.

Knowing that the Tianshan Gate was besieged and killed, and who could pretend to be them in a grandiose manner, there was no one other than the Houtianlou Assassin.

——The Taoist priests in snow robes walking freely in the street are all Houtianlou assassins!

The long-lost feeling of chilling hit his body instantly.Yu Yiwei grabbed his wrist violently, and stood still for a long time with trembling fists.He was panting, his teeth chattering, and his eyes slowly moved from the street to the end of the alley following the weak and collapsed crowd.

The crowd cheered and cheered among whispers, cast their envious eyes on the rumored sect in admiration, and pointed out behind them longingly.But what no one knows is that under that snow robe hides a body stained with blood and filth. The assassins are no longer gutter rats squirming in the dead of night, but turned into public figures in broad daylight. A person with a strong heart.

It's like a fire is burning in my heart, and it seems to burn my heart, liver, spleen and lungs to ashes in the deep-seated hatred.Yu Yi didn't suddenly realize that he hadn't been angry for a long time.And this time it was not a spark, but a prairie fire.He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were red, and he stared at the group of figures as if he was about to pop his eyes out.

He hated the group of evil spirits who slaughtered the elders and fellow disciples, hated the gun that pierced Yu Zhixu's body in the dark night, but what he hated even more was his powerless and weak self!

"What's wrong, you're so engrossed in watching?" Yan Jiubian's voice suddenly floated down from mid-air, as if a bucket of cold water was suddenly poured on his head.The black-clothed Raksha carefully observed his masked face playfully, as if trying to find clues of wavering in it.

Yu Yiwei's heart seemed to be hit suddenly.He looked up with cold sweat: "Nothing."

Yan Jiu changed his hand to hold the pinching fan, and said with a smile, "Oh, you are looking at the master on the left. Look at her alluring appearance, her graceful and unobtrusive posture, she should have been in charge of the Yubai knife in the first place. ! Although Zuo Zhuzhu is only holding a fake knife in her hand, but one day the title of the best sword in the world will fall on her."

What is he saying?

My ears were foggy, as if stuffed with cotton, and I couldn't hear the words that came from the wind.Yu Yi never cared about losing his composure in front of the black-clothed Raksha any longer, and threw himself on the railing with a half-white face.Behind the group of snow-clothed Taoist priests, there was indeed a figure following, with fluttering veils, snow skirts and jade belts, and a graceful figure, she was indeed a beautiful and inconspicuous woman.

No, really not.Yu Yiwei muttered in his heart, cold sweat spread all over his back.He had seen Yubai Swordsman in the past, although he had never seen his face with his own eyes, but he always felt that there seemed to be a tenacity in that person, like a willow that is hard to bend in a strong wind, not like a sharp knife out of its sheath.That person is Hou Tianzhu, Yasha is not straight to the left, pacing leisurely in the crowd of people on Tianfu Street, pretending to be jade.

But Rakshasa in black said something that caught his attention, the man said: "The Yubai Saber should have been wielded by Zuo Buzheng."

Everything seemed to set off a raging wave, turning over and over in his mind.Yu Yiwei staggered, stumbled and backed away.Yan Jiubian upstairs didn't seem to notice his gaffe, and suddenly called out:

"Hey, ugly... Huo Shiqi."

"…In the."

Yan Jiubian poked his head out from the railing and looked at him with a smile. "A few days ago, did you go with the fire department to throw a suitcase into the river?"

"Hmm... yes." Yu Yiwei stammered and nodded, the mask covering his pale face.

"Is the person in there completely dead? Have you ever opened the lid of the box and cut off that person's neck?" Yan Jiubian asked with a smile, looking innocently like a child, blinking at him calmly.

Yu Yi didn't realize that what he was talking about should be about Jinwu.At that time, the people from the Ministry of Fire were indeed entrusted to throw a suitcase into the river, and he was suspected by Huo Nineteen. It was Jinwu who jumped out of the suitcase and stabbed Huo Nineteen, who suspected him, He killed two fire department assassins, and he was considered a lifesaver after all.

Thinking of this, he faltered and said: "Dead.... We... pierced his heart with a sword, and saw with our own eyes that he was out of breath, so we nailed the lid of the box and sank into the river."

Yu Yiwei originally thought that the black-clothed Raksha would be overjoyed, but unexpectedly, Yan Jiubian didn't move when he heard this, and just nodded thoughtfully. "Really, he's dead." He asked again suddenly, "He didn't say a word? Did he scold Hou Tianlou, or was he still thinking about his lover? Or..."

The black-clothed Raksha didn't continue, Yan Jiubian abruptly cut off the conversation, and hid his face in the shadow of the folding fan.

"No. He fell into a coma and died without saying anything." Yu Yiwei made up nonsense. "We stabbed him five or six times, but there was no movement. After a long time, he became cold and hardened, like a rock."

Yan Jiubian remained silent, with lowered eyes, staring at the stream-like crowd, entangled thoughts seemed to arise in his heart.

But maybe that look wasn't suspicious. Although Yu Yiwei was uneasy, he never felt overwhelmed by this man.To be honest, he vaguely guessed that Jin Wu was the original black-clothed Rakshasa, and that the person in front of him was the one who would replace him later, but he couldn't figure out what kind of entanglement there was between the two of them.So he asked one more question like a bear's heart and a leopard's courage: "Young master, did we kill it right?"

"...No. There's nothing wrong with it." The black-clothed Raksha lowered his head and turned the jade wrench finger in his hand, and said calmly, "For Hou Tianlou today, he is already a dangerous move. Keep him alive, and I will get rid of him."

"only…"

Yu Yiwei raised his head in surprise, he heard the man beside the teahouse railing chuckle.There was no insidiousness in the laughter of the past, but a slight bitterness, and complex emotions mixed with hatred and radiance instead.

"He used to be mine too..." Yan Jiubian suddenly gripped his fingers tightly, as if he was about to be crushed.

His expression changed several times, and finally he returned to calmness, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from his throat.

"…friend."