beg for chivalry

A gray pigeon came flying from the dark night and landed on the sill of the open slatted window.

This is Zizhou Luoquan, which is the building where Zuichun Garden is located.Upstairs, Yingsong and Swallows were singing, drunk with money, maikos curled up their sleeves, and their shadows soaked the window panes, lightly falling on Ling Ge.

A pale hand stretched out from the window, grabbing Ling Ge's tail.The pigeon fluttered a few times, but finally settled down.The Golden Crow took out a scroll from the letter box on its lap, and opened it with a frown.

Mrs. Wang was sitting on the other side of the table, holding the wine jar and pouring wine straight into her mouth. Sometimes she frowned and looked at a picture on silk spread on the table, and sometimes she wanted to draw on it with a Chinese ink pen, but I stopped writing again.He looked up and saw the scroll in Jinwu's hand.

"Damn, these thieves flew here again and again today, and I'm tired of seeing them..." Mrs. Wang muttered a few words, and then asked, "Who sent them?"

Jinwu looked carefully for a while, and recognized the leaves of grass sandwiched between the paper and pigeon feathers. While thinking, he said, "Houtianlou, he came from Bingzhou Mountain Station. The boy named Yu Yiwei asked us for help."

"Yu...Yiwei, who is it?" Mrs. Wang searched her stomach for a while in distress, but she couldn't find the name from her idiot-like head.

It's no wonder that he acts rough and doesn't like to remember people's names. He usually gives others a nickname on his own will.During this period of time, he called Jinwu "son-in-law" every day in private, and called him "young landlord" in front of everyone, and sometimes he forgot what his real name was.As for Wang Xiaoyuan, he is often called "little brat" by him, and when he mentions it, he looks like he hates iron but not steel.

Jin Wu also felt a little helpless towards his virtue, at this moment he rolled his eyes and said:

"It's the man who stayed in our Zuichun Garden last time. He was a disciple of Tianshanmen before, but later, by accident, he got lucky and sneaked into Houtianlou."

While speaking, the pigeon flapped its wings restlessly, and the pigeon feathers rustled on the table.Jin Wu frowned and grasped it tightly, but suddenly saw something tied to its beak with a thin thread, when he stretched out his hand to look over it, he found it was a flint.

"...I see." He whispered.

Mrs. Wang said vaguely: "Oh, it's that shy boy."

The man pondered for a moment, sketching Yu Yiwei's slightly timid appearance in his mind.At that time, Yu Yiwei looked like Fang had escaped from the dead and was still in shock, avoiding everything.But after thinking about it again, he suddenly felt something was wrong, raised his head and asked, "Hey, isn't he older than you?"

Jin Wu blinked and said, "Yes."

"Then why do you still call him 'boy'?"

"...he is of a lower seniority." Jin Wu rolled up his eyeballs, rolled up the paper roll, and burned it in the fire, "Yu Qiuxia is also one year younger than me, isn't he counted as his senior brother?"

Mrs. Wang grinned and said: "Then can you save him? That kid has grown up all these years, but he is still a worthless one. Without helpers, he will definitely die in the hands of Houtianlou. Not to mention the assassin in Bingzhou Shanyi Libu Many, with his little ability, he would be frightened to the point of shit if he didn't do it first."

The man put the wine jar heavily on the ground, smiled and leaned over, and sprayed the alcohol on the side of Jinwu. "You still want to save it? After all, you and my little boy have almost the same temperament. If you see someone die, you will always have a lump in your heart."

Jin Wu shook his head slowly:

"No help."

Wang Taizheng was giggling, hearing what he said, the smile on his face instantly turned into astonishment.

"Although Bingzhou Mountain Station is not close to Zizhou, it is not far away. If we send help, it will definitely arouse Jin Yi's suspicion. Now that things have happened, what we have done before must not come to naught because of this." Jin Wu His eyes fell on the silk pictures spread out on the desks, on which the mountain path was densely written and drawn with a Chinese ink brush, the bright red handwriting was shocking, forming a cobweb like blood.

The candlelight rippled slightly, flickering the Jinwu's face.He sighed softly, but there was a bit of cold determination in his eyes:

"I can only let him—seek good fortune."

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In the mountain post of Bingzhou, in the dark and gloomy cave.

Yu Yiwei knelt down on the ground slumped, trembling all over, the dirty blood stained his knees and trousers, it was icy cold, until his heart was cold.The assassins gathered in front of another wooden stake, on which was tied a wounded Tianshanmen disciple, screaming shrillly with the sound of rattan whips breaking through the air.Everyone laughed while the flesh and blood were flying everywhere, just like the fierce ghosts eating human flesh in the board paintings.

He glanced at the half-rotten man tied to the wooden stake. It was Yu Zhixu, but it looked more like a rotten piece of meat.He still remembered Yu Zhixu's previous appearance. This man had clear eyebrows and eyes, and his Taoist uniform and snow scarf were often meticulously cared for, without a single wrinkle.

But now he couldn't make out Yu Zhixu's face, so he had to barely find the traces of his facial features among the blurred flesh and blood.

Yu Yiwei's heart was in severe pain like a crack, and he thought about how long it had been since the night when the Tianshanmen disciples were slaughtered in the mansion.two months?March, or is it April?From the dreary early summer to the autumn of falling leaves, how long did Yu Zhixu endure in this place?The Houtianlou assassin cut his flesh with a knife, and left him with numerous scars with boiling soup and a branding iron. Yu Zhixu must have suffered inhuman pain, which was far more difficult than the one who cut his face.

"B...not..."

The invisible lump of flesh let out a hoarse cry, it seemed that he was struggling to speak.The voice was as weak as a gossamer, thin, and was drowned in the stench of the cave in a short while.

"I heard...Zhi Xu...I heard it." The face hidden behind Wuchangniao's face was already wet with torrents of tears, Yu Yiwei suppressed his throat and choked up, lifted the ghost face slightly, and wiped the teardrops from the corners of his eyes with his fingers. "Don't talk, I... I'll take you out right now."

But no matter who it is, after just one look at this miserable person, they will feel that such a serious injury is hopeless.It's not long before Yu Zhixu's life is over, it's better to say that he can survive to this day with this dilapidated body, which is considered his fate.He was so weak that even a slight breeze could kill him.

Yu Yi didn't think of Yu Bingzi who was pounding medicine with her head bowed in the building. She was always gazing at the green ointment in the mortar with tears streaming down her eyes.The wound ointment was given to the disciples of Tianshanmen who were imprisoned here, Yu Zhixu probably relied on this medicine to survive until now.

But suddenly, a deep confusion surged into my heart.Yu Yiwei was heartbroken, and looked at the man who was tied to the stake.Yu Zhixu was bloody and bloody, his hands and legs had already been festered, even if he was rescued successfully, he would never be able to hold a sword again, and he would never be able to return to the old Yu Zhixu.

What's more, there are many assassins guarding this place, and the evil spirits here are all good at taking people's lives. With his ability, he really can't do a few tricks under their hands.

At this moment, it can be described as—the end of the road.

Yu Yi gritted his teeth tightly, trembling all over, he slowly got up from the ground, and grabbed a handful of blood-stained mud in his palm.

At this moment, he suddenly heard the hoarse and weak groaning of the person on the stake.

"Zhi Xu, if you bear with it for a while, I will definitely..." Yu Yiwei trembled in his heart, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice.

"Do not……"

Unexpectedly, the blood man slowly spit out vague words from his chapped mouth.He struggled and twisted his head slightly, causing blood to drip.

Yu Yi was not stunned.Is Yu Zhixu...rejecting him?Refuse to let him take himself out of this hell.

"You don't want...to let me save you?" Yu Yiwei asked eagerly and weakly, "What are you talking about! I will definitely take you out! Even if I risk my life, I will..."

"...No..." The man murmured in pain, but still shook his head firmly.Although the blood-stained eyes are extremely haggard and full of pain, they are still as clear and unsullied as usual, "You...you..."

Yu Yiwei stood blankly in front of the stake.

His heart sank, how much torture did this man endure?I'm afraid even he himself can't count.But even now, even at the moment when his face is beyond recognition, Yu Zhixu still only wants to let him escape alone.

In an instant, he seemed to be in that gloomy night again, when Houtianlou assassins used firecrackers to besiege Yu Zhixu who was lying in a pool of blood, the blunt sound of swords piercing into flesh echoed in his ears, and he could only feel embarrassed Fleeing, hiding in the straw mat and weeping silently.

Yes, not saving Yuzhi Xu is the wisest choice, it was the same then, and it is the same now.Yuzhi is dying soon, maybe he will die before he is taken out of this cave, and it will become a drag for him to escape from Houtianlou.He still wants to save Yu Bingzi, and he also wants to live.He must not be able to save so many people, because he has always been a coward who drags people down.

The assassins who had gathered in another place came over chatteringly, and someone caught a glimpse of the dirt on Yu Yiwei's body and laughed, "Hey, what's the matter?"

"This kid's feet were weak just now, and he fell on the ground in fright! After all, he is a baby who just came out of the stone fence, and he has no experience..."

An assassin glanced at Yuzhi Xu who was tied to the stake, and said with a sneer, "Isn't this the foreman of the Tianshan Gate? We chained him up for a long time and tortured him for a long time. I didn't ask anything, I really have a hard mouth."

"It stinks, has it turned into bad meat somewhere?"

The assassins pinched the ghost's nose pretendingly, and paced around in disgust.When they saw Yu Yiwei wearing the handshake, someone yelled, "Isn't this Huo Shiqi who was arrested for interrogation? Why did you let him out?"

The guard's assassin, who was bribed by Yu Yiwei joint before, rushed over and smoothed things over with a smile: "I let him out. There is nothing wrong with this man. It was just a misunderstanding earlier. As long as you brothers look at him, tell him to come out and let him go." Just stay here honestly before the Martial League Congress."

Someone yelled, "You are Zuozhuzhu, if you can make up your mind, he must be fine?"

As soon as these words came out, the bribed assassin was speechless and had nothing to say.

"That's it," the assassins were silent for a while, and an assassin wearing the mask of a moneyless ghost stood up and said, "Let's try this kid. If he is trustworthy, let him continue to wander in this cave, but be strict with him." Take care of him; if he is extremely suspicious, we will take him back to prison and watch him dead. How about this?"

Everyone nodded yes.

The moneyless ghost pulled out a short dagger from his waist, thrust it forcefully into Yu Yiwei's hand, raised his chin again, and pointed at the bloody Yuzhi Xu who was tied to the stake.He said:

"Hey, Huo Shiqi. Let's see, this man is the foreman of the disciples of Tianshan Gate, and now he is keeping it according to Jin Yi's wishes, but now he is nothing more than a lump of carrion, and there is nothing to be interrogated. We are not going to violate it." What Jin Yi meant, you are just like Jin Yi, with bruises on your face, and you were favored by him, so even if you kill him, you won't be blamed too much by Jin Yi."

Yu Yiwei listened in a daze, his complexion turned pale and he was dripping with cold sweat before he knew it.The dagger was heavy in his hand, as if it weighed a thousand catties.

The moneyless ghost patted him on the shoulder, pointed at Yuzhi Xu and continued:

"...If you kill this man, we will believe you."

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I want to become diligent! (Set up flag) This article is generally based on a kingly plot, not too evil...