beg for chivalry

The dark night is under the sky, and the dim moon hangs on the other side of the ink-like mountain.There is only a little light in the mountain post, and the fire beans sway weakly and restlessly in the night, which is the glazed lantern in the hands of the night watchman.

The turbulent wind howled outside the post house, but inside the house there was a dead silence that seemed to freeze.Yu Bingzi's eyes were empty and lifeless, he sat in front of the pottery lamp in a daze, his hands clenched his sleeves tightly, his brows were tightly frowned on his beautiful face, and his expression was forbearing and painful.

She had been captured by the Houtianlou assassins for a few months. At that time, she had made up her mind that if the assassins asked her to make some medicine to kill people, she would do everything possible to kill herself by biting her tongue or throwing herself a stick.But the assassins were leisurely, they were not in a hurry to present her to their beloved Zuo Louzhu, and they only asked her to make some healing medicine.

Many of those wound ointment pills were given to the disciples of Tianshanmen who had been tortured, so although Yu Bingzi was unwilling to work for this group of evil-doing monsters, he could only make medicine under their supervision all day long.

Another reason that kept her from committing suicide was probably——

"Brother Zhi Xu, are you okay now?" Yu Bingzi sighed lightly, let out a little bit of the depression in his chest, and thought silently in his heart, "His swordsmanship is so strong, he must be fine..."

She raised her eyes slightly, looked at the silent zenith, and couldn't help but be lost in thought. "There is also Senior Brother Yiwei. He is not that powerful. If he is captured, he will definitely not be able to escape. What should we do then?"

The assassins guarding the gate were bored and played empress cards by the gate, shaking the silk mounted cards with Qian Guan rattling.When their hands were itchy, they bet a little of their own monthly money, and everyone had such a good time playing that they didn't care about Yu Bingzi.

"Millions!"

"Look at me, there are tens of millions!"

The assassins shouted loudly, with joy or anger on their faces, pushing the money on the ground around.The days in the mountain station are as dull as water, only Boxi can make a few waves.Yu Bingzi also felt that he was becoming more and more dry and haggard in these dead days, gradually turning into a wooden man who couldn't laugh.

All of a sudden, there was a roar of heaven and earth crashing in all directions.The soles of the feet hummed and trembled, the beams creaked and trembled, and dust poured down from the ceiling.The assassins jumped up like frightened birds, grabbed the iron swords at their waists, and looked around in panic.

"what happened!"

The blood in the distance shot up to the sky, as if a raging fire was ignited.The assassins were dumbfounded, and someone murmured, "Did something go wrong when the Ministry of Fire smashed the black fire powder? Their methods were rough, and the black fire powder in the warehouse was piled up much more. What's the problem..."

Someone recognized the direction of the cave, shook his head and said: "No, the place where the fire broke out was not the warehouse of the Ministry of Fire, but the cave where the disciples of Tianshanmen were imprisoned. Something must have gone wrong there! A few days ago, Chengyi Mountain There are Tubu rebels attacking the station, if they make a comeback this time, Bingzhou will not be safe."

The assassins looked at each other, as if they had found a tacit understanding in each other's eyes.Torch mouth ghost said: "Leave two people in the posthouse to watch the little ladies at the Tianshan Gate, and the rest of them will go to the cave to check."

"Yes!"

Several people rushed out like arrows leaving the string, submerged in the night in an instant, and rushed towards the place of fire.

There was a sudden silence in the posthouse, and the remaining two assassins lost the mood to play cards, and spread the leaf cards in their hands.The cards fell to the ground and rolled around alone.

"...a branch of flowers."

"Well, mine is blank."

The two looked out the door, and Yu Bingzi followed their gaze to the distance.Layers of ink clouds dyed the night blacker and darker, and electric light appeared faintly, illuminating the mountains and fields palely.

"It's going to rain," said the assassin.

Another assassin said. "Can withstand strong winds."

Not long after, the torrential rain suddenly poured down from the sky like a bursting embankment.The pouring rainwater splashed on the ground, and the crystal raindrops splashed, like a thick layer of rough white felt on the ground.

Yu Bingzi looked sadly at the rain curtain, the sudden rain was like a cage, and the mountain post was caged.And she's trapped here, with nowhere to escape.

I don't know if this is a timely rain or a natural disaster, the fire just now gradually dies down, and the chaotic human voices rise from outside like locusts.

The assassin stood up suddenly, and the other asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

"There's someone outside."

In the torrential rain, a figure really appeared faintly.The two did not dare to neglect at all, and pressed their hands on the hilt of their swords.At this time, the person who came here may be a partner who went to visit the cave and returned to report, or it may be a traitor from the Tubu who came to rob Yu Bingzi.

"Damn it, why don't more people stay here to watch this little girl?" the assassin cursed in a low voice.

The figure was getting closer, and his hazy shape was reflected in the rain curtain, like a cloud of black mist, with the sound of the thundering rain mixed with the rumbling of wheels.The assassins looked out and saw that there was a piece of tung oil cloth on the man's head, and the rainwater was hanging on the edge of the cloth, dripping down like a bead curtain.His face was hidden in the shadows, and his features were obscured.

But the man was wearing the black silk military uniform of the Houtianlou assassin, but it looked tattered and charred, with several openings.He supported the ground with the scabbard, dragging a wounded leg, leaving a hazy trail of blood on the ground.

The visitor said in a low voice, "I am from the Ministry of Fire, and there is a fire in the cave."

The assassins still put their hands on their swords and said aggressively, "What's the reason?"

"During the interrogation earlier, someone accidentally dropped a torch into the blood tank, ignited the kerosene, and set the whole tank on fire. The tank was connected to the tunnel, and there was still some black fire powder in it that hadn't been damp. And there was a fire."

The two assassins looked at each other. This man made sense, and the situation fit the current situation, so half of the doubts in their hearts were dispelled.

"Damn, I told them to take it easy when using fire oil to torture them. There is no wind at the bottom of the cave. If the fire started, wouldn't it burn all the fresh air in the cave and make people unable to breathe? It's good now, Something happened at last." One of the assassins muttered, turning sideways to let the comers dragging the cart into the post.

Another person glanced at the cart, saw a bulging cloth bag on it, and asked, "What is this?"

The voice of the visitor was calm, "It's the injured partner. I was burned by the fire just now, and I was seriously injured. I came here to ask the little girl from the Mu family to apply some three yellow ointment."

The assassin responded vaguely, but his eyes fell on the visitor suspiciously.The man was drenched all over, the rain couldn't cover the smell of smoke, and the wounds wrinkled by the water could be seen in the cracks of the black silk military uniform.The wound hadn't stopped bleeding, like a scar cut by a sword.

The assassin suddenly reached out to stop him: "...you were injured."

"Yes. I'm close to the cave, and I didn't run far when the fire broke out, so I got burnt." The man was slightly startled, and said.

"Then why is it a sword wound?" The assassin was suddenly alert, his eyes behind the ghost's face were sharp, and his hand suddenly grabbed the hilt of the sword, "The wound on your body is not a burn, but a sword wound! You are—"

Before the words were finished, the visitor suddenly lifted the tung oil cloth covering his head, and stepped forward like a ghost.A flash of snow-white lightning flashed outside the house, followed by a startling sound of rolling thunder.In an instant, the assassins caught a glimpse of the face of the comer, which was half human and half ghost, one side seemed to have been shaved off, dark red and mottled, and the other side stared at a vajra glaring with intense murderous intent.

That was Huo Shiqi, who was suspected by the unprovoked ghost of collaborating with the Tianshan Gate. He came from the wind and rain, and he wanted to kill people!

In an instant, although the assassins were still in shock, they also grasped the hilt of the steel sword and pulled out the blade.The tung oil cloth was stretched amidst the hunting wind, covering the eyes of several people.When the piece of cloth slipped down, I saw the sword light in front of me like snow, and the cold light splashed everywhere. Yu Yiwei drew out the long sword in one hand, and held the short dagger in the other. With a ferocious face, he rushed towards the two assassins.

But he had a hole in his leg from the fire bounce, and the pain was unbearable, so he was distracted when he swung the sword.In addition, Yu Yiwei's swordsmanship was mediocre at first, and although he had Yu Zhixu's guidance, it was difficult for his skill to skyrocket in a short period of time, so the sword blade he drew was immediately blocked by two assassins, one on the left and one on the right. Also unable to move.

The assassin sneered, and pressed down the fine steel sword in his hand a little more: "This man's face is ugly, and I just scared me. Looking carefully now, he is just a coward who can only wield a sword indiscriminately!"

Yu Yiwei endured the pain in his leg, took a breath, and struggled against the swords of the assassins. At this time, two evil spirits were attacking him from left to right.He dragged Yuzhi to escape slowly from the cave where the black fire was ignited and then exploded, his body was still wounded, and he had exhausted his strength along the way.

Just when the point of the sword was about to cut his forehead, a figure emerged from the shadow behind the assassin, a porcelain white jade hand was raised high, and Yu Yi didn't catch a glimpse of a medicine pestle in that hand.The medicine pestle hit the assassin's head hard, making a heavy muffled sound.

The smashed assassin's head was instantly bloody, and he rolled his eyes, passed out, and the steel sword in his hand fell to the ground.The other assassin turned pale with fright, turned his head to look, and immediately flew into a rage: "You little bitch from Tianshan Gate!"

The person holding the wooden pestle is Yu Bingzi.Her eyes were piercing, and some blood spattered on her face, like agate beads, which accentuated her beauty even more.Yu Yiwei shuddered, he remembered that this little junior sister was born with supernatural powers, the smash just now broke the wooden pestle in two, and even the lying assassin's head was almost dented.

The other person became furious and stretched out his hand to grab Yu Bingzi.While he was distracted, Yu Yiwei spun his sword and knocked the assassin's head with his left hand holding the dagger!The assassin's head was hit hard by the dagger handle, and it also collapsed like a white belly.

The two assassins passed out on the ground, Yu Yiwei was out of breath, and put away his sword and dagger.Yu Bingzi stared straight at his ugly face, with undiminished hostility in his eyes, he kept silent, picked up a tung oil cloth from the ground and covered his face.

"Can I go in?" He hesitated and asked, wrapping a tung oil cloth around his head in embarrassment to cover his terrifying face.At this time, he was standing alone in the rain, his whole body was dripping wet, and blood mixed with rainwater slipped from the corner of his clothes, like a puppy left in the wilderness.

Yu Yiwei raised his head, looked at Yu Bingzi standing in the hall, and smiled bitterly.

"I want to... take shelter from the rain."