beg for chivalry

The leaves of Tangli are falling, and the flowers of buckwheat are fragrant.The forest in Tongle Temple is deep and the autumn insects are rustling. Zuo Sanniang tiptoed to the front of the Dharma hall on yellow leaves and squatted under the mullioned window.She licked her fingers and tore through the window paper, then moved her eyes up and carefully looked inside.

She wandered around the temple for the past few days, and finally found the whereabouts of Zuo Buzheng and Jin Wu.I heard from the people in the soil department that the dharma hall has been used exclusively by the left master for the past half month.Sometimes the landlord will teach people to clean inside and take out a large stack of bloody silk cloth; sometimes he will let people from Kibe bring medicines, which are medicines for healing and detoxification, so she guessed that the two people should be in She spent her days here, but she really guessed right.

Sanniang looked in through the small hole, and saw that the hall was clean and tidy, and there was a smoker in the corner, lit with Du Heng and Yuelin incense, and the faint fragrance wafted up.There is a lacquer book case in the center, on which are pen grids, inkstone mountains, and water Cheng, covered with ribbed paper.The light golden sunlight swims between the shadows of the trees and falls in the empty hall. The fine floating dust shimmers in the light, like the golden dew sprinkled from the willow branches of Guanyin.

The frightening Yasha Zuobuzheng sat on a cattail not far from the desk.She is wearing a plain white dress today.The usual mountain-patterned armor and heart mirror were taken off, and the Yaksha mask was nowhere to be found. Now she is like a weed in the wind, calm and soft, without any murderous aura.

"...how many years?" The woman suddenly sighed, "how many years have we not seen each other?"

There seems to be a sense of sadness in these words, ordinary people will only feel heartbroken after hearing such a mournful tone, and even want to mourn together with the speaker.Zuo Buzheng didn't get an answer, and no one could give her an answer.

A young man sat across from her.He was wearing a plain white gown with a straight collar and a soap-colored silk sash around his waist. There was a faint crane shadow embroidered on his clothes, like ink and wash accidentally overturned on it.He saw that his face was even paler than his clothes, his brows and eyes were downcast, his eyes were slack, he didn't know if he was awake or asleep.

The sun shone lightly on the two people sitting opposite each other, and the breeze sneaked in through the gap between the rich doors, blowing their snow-white loose sleeves.The black crane shadow trembled in the wind, as if there were tiny ripples.

Zuo Buzheng looked at him from afar, as if he was separated by a desk, as if separated by the blood-yellow river of forgetfulness, far out of reach.Only at this time, her murderous aura is restrained, like a tea that has washed away the filth and mud.There are no evil ghosts or knives and irons around, only a plan in the bleak sunlight and lingering smoke, with people who will never see each other sitting on both sides.

For some reason, Sanniang felt that her heart was stuffy, as if a heavy stone had fallen.She carefully watched the scene in the hall, held her breath and pursed her lips, not daring to let out a sound.

At this moment, Zuo Buzheng stood up slowly, and stretched out his hand to the boy in white.The slender fingers moved around his face, as if tracing the shape of his facial features.She sighed and said sadly:

"...Junior Brother Yi Qing."

San Niang's heart suddenly moved.

She has never heard of this name, and she doesn't know who Zuo Louzhu is in love with.Some people say that it is a certain young hero who traveled around the world, who once helped Zuo Buzheng when he was down and down; Jin holds Yu, pure and clean.Sanniang only learned today that the person Zuo Buzheng has been thinking about is her fellow apprentice!

But where did Zuo Buzheng come from?No one knows.

The woman who was usually fierce like a yaksha suddenly showed tenderness at this time, and there seemed to be two pools of warm spring water in her eyes, bright and warm.She took the hand of the white-clothed young man holding on to the arrow and writing brush, and whispered to him: "Write it, didn't you once throw a pot to write poems and write notes for Li Tian?"

The young man didn't say a word, but he seemed to be panting quickly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his pale face.Under her guidance, he stumbled and wrote a few words on the ribbed paper.

His hand scriptures were severely injured in the battle with the monk who broke the precepts. His bones were broken and his injuries did not heal.Originally, he couldn't even write horizontally or vertically, but Zuo Buzheng forced his hand to leave marks on the paper.After writing these words, his brows trembled together, and beads of sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the paper.

Zuo Buzheng studied the word for a while.

She was gentle and calm before, but now she frowned deeply, a trace of frenzy appeared in that soft expression.In an instant, Zuo Buzheng's eyes flashed fiercely, he lifted up the paper suddenly, knocked down a case of inkstone and pen holder to the ground, crumpled up the paper like a frenzy, and threw it away, shouting: "No...No. You are different from him, how could he write such words?"

The young man in white still hung his head, not responding to her mania, like a puppet.

Zuo Buzheng turned his face forcefully, staring at his empty and cold eyes, his ten fingers seemed to tear out several bloodstains.However, the impatience was only for a moment, and she quickly said softly: "Ai, ai, I am too anxious. Yi Qing, don't blame senior sister. I am a Yaksha... an evil ghost, but I am also in front of the Buddha in this life I made a wish——that is to protect you for the rest of my life. Even if I come here with a life-threatening impermanence, I will not let go. No one can take you away, and you cannot escape."

The sweet words are like poison in the marrow, gradually seeping into the bones of the listener.

The boy's eyelashes fluttered suddenly, and a look of pain appeared on his expressionless face before.His lips moved and closed, as if trying to utter some words.

Zuo Buzheng asked softly: "Let me hear what you want to say?" After speaking, he leaned over and pretended to be listening patiently.

After a lot of effort, he finally managed to squeeze out a word from his stiff throat.Even such a simple action made him suddenly sweat and turn pale.

But this word made Zuo Buzheng's seemingly gentle smile frost over, because he said: "...Get out!"

In an instant, Yasha's eyes were like lightning, and her white hands that killed countless people's heads shot out, grabbing the boy's neck.She was so strong that Sanniang even felt that she could hear the creaking sound of her five fingers closing together.

Zuo Buzheng smiled and said: "I forgot, you are very mischievous sometimes, it's okay to discipline you a little bit. Although it may not be useful to discipline you, it may not be useless." She took out a celadon vial from her bosom.

That is "forgetfulness".Sanniang recognized it at a glance, this bottle contained the poison she concocted, which can make people dizzy, and even make people forget the past after a long time, the master left asked her to test the poison earlier.But she never thought about it—this poison was used to test this person!

Seeing the vial, a trace of panic flashed across the eyes of the young man who was as motionless as a clay sculpture before, and his chest heaved weakly and hastily, as if strongly resisting.

But Zuo Buzheng was unwilling to let him go.She pinched the boy's neck with one hand, and suddenly hit his abdomen hard with the other hand, and poured the poisoned water into his mouth while he was coughing due to pain!He coughed and wanted to spit it out, but the hand covering his mouth and nose on the left side was like cold iron, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

Zuo Buzheng still smiled coldly. "It's not enough." So he pinched his chin again, and it dislocated with a little force, and forced him to drink the rest of the whole bottle of medicine.

"Wangyou" was originally made of poisonous weeds, which made it more harmful to the body.When the woman let go of her hand, he fell headfirst on the cold hard floor tiles, dizzy, and felt tears dripping down uncontrollably.There seemed to be thousands of ants biting in the throat and stomach. When retching, the saliva and sour water mixed together, and finally some blood streaked out.He stared dazedly at the blood he vomited, but he couldn't think of why he felt so uncomfortable that he was suffering here.

Zuo Buzheng pulled him up in a mess, wiped his tears and saliva with a handkerchief, and whispered: "You don't have to think about anything... just stay by my side forever. You don't need to kill people in the wind and rain, and you don't need to touch your hands." Isn't it comfortable just sitting and talking and writing with me like this?"

She held him in her crooked arms, enclosing him like a cage.

The boy in white hung his head and panted, this time he let out an indistinct syllable, which seemed to be raving or groaning.Zuo Buzheng frowned, and pressed his chin to force him to open his mouth.Unexpectedly, when the young man just fell down, he knocked on the case on purpose, he knocked out half of his teeth and pressed it under his tongue.At this moment, when he opened his mouth, he spit out that blood-stained tooth as a hidden weapon, and shot straight to the left!

At the same time, the young man took advantage of her dodging and slammed his head on the corner of the table on the ground until his head was bleeding, and he regained his consciousness a little bit.He stumbled to the side of the rosewood chair, put the corners of his white shirt under the straight teeth and the legs of the chair, and tore the clean white shirt with all his strength, revealing the dark single clothes underneath.

"I... am not... Yiqing!"

He roared, blood dripped from his forehead and splashed into the pen and paper all over the floor.When he said this, a bright light suddenly burst out from his previously empty and slack eyes.

Who is he?

Even he himself couldn't answer the question.The memory has already been blown away with the wind, leaving him standing alone in the world.But he's sure of one thing: he's not Yiqing.No matter how similar the appearance is, he is not the person Zuo Buzheng wants.

Because of Zuo's injustice, he hated white very much.She thought he was a white crane, but she didn't think he was a pitch-black crow, neither a rare bird for people to enjoy, nor a fairy bird that escaped the world.

When his eyes touched the black, Zuo Buzheng narrowed his eyes.She was silent for a while, and then burst out laughing: "Jin Wu! There is no way to hell, why do you come here? If you want to listen to me, I will not give you the wealth and glory in the world! If you want the wind, you will get the wind, and if you want the rain Deyu, no one can disobey you, what's wrong with that?"

Her previous gentleness and softness disappeared in an instant, her laughter was sharp and arrogant, and her hostility swept across the hall like a storm.

Jin Wu stared at her, as if the most blazing flames were churning in his eyes.

He couldn't remember how many years, he and Zuo Bu were fighting in the rain of swords and blood.She hated him for not being easy, and he also hated her for ruining his life.Ordinary people still have seventy years of floating life, but he has experienced all the great sorrows and hardships of life before he reaches the weak crown, and his years are bleak.

So Jin Wu categorically replied to her: "Here - is hell."