Reincarnation of the powerful minister

Jing Hongzhui stood at the corner of the street, looking at the gate of the Shuntian government office not far away, holding the sword in one hand and reaching into her arms with the other, her fingertips touched the folded paper.

The pleading was written for him by Mr. Su himself yesterday, accusing Feng'an Marquis Wei Jun of robbing and imprisoning a civilian girl, and raping and killing his sister Jing Hongtao.

"This thing is useless at all." He said, "Since ancient times, officials have protected each other, and the old thief Wei is also a relative of the state. The governor of Shuntian Prefecture would not dare to offend him, let alone enforce the law impartially."

Mr. Su replied: "If it is useful, you will know if you try it. It is said that the people are easy to abuse, but there is a saying that water can capsize a boat. No one should underestimate the power of the people."

Jing Hongzhui still didn't want to go.

Su Yan had no choice but to persuade: "You should just help me. I persuaded many sufferers to go to the Shuntian government office to submit papers of appeal. This is also part of the impeachment plan. You can go and take care of them, so that they don't get caught before they enter the government office. He was stopped by the lackeys of the Wei family."

Hearing what he said, Jing Hongzhui nodded, picked up the pleading paper and left without saying a word.

Right now Master Su has not returned early, he kept his promise and escorted the sufferers who sued the Wei family into the yamen one by one, but he hesitated when it was his turn.

As a hungry commoner in childhood and an assassin wandering the rivers and lakes, Jing Hongzhui never counted on or believed in the government, and even had a natural rejection of the imperial court, and it is the same now.

Being Master Su's bodyguard has nothing to do with his official status, just to stay by his side.

——To stay by his side, we must try our best to understand and agree with his ideas.Master Su said: It is easy to kill a person to pay with blood, but isn't it more meaningful to use justice as a weapon to cut off one party's evil forces and free countless potential victims from the fate of being abused?

Jing Hongzhui stood at the corner of the street where no one was there, thought over and over this sentence for a long time, and finally walked towards the government office.

He had just walked a few steps when he suddenly heard a faint and strange flute sound, floating in the air like phosphorous fire, looming.

... This flute sounds like a crane bone flute from Fuyin?Jing Hong was taken aback.

But Fuyin was already dead, even if he couldn't see the dead body, the sword that pierced the dantian with his own hands, he would definitely destroy the opponent's cultivation base.So the piper is not Fuyin... Who is playing tricks!

Jing Hong chased with her eyes closed and listened, the long sword suddenly came out of its sheath, like a flash of lightning piercing the sky, and shot towards the side roof.

The piper appeared on the ridge of the roof, wearing a bamboo hat to cover his face, and evaded the attack with erratic steps, but a corner of his clothes was brushed by the lingering sword energy, and instantly shattered into powder.

Jing Hongzhui didn't ask any extra questions, and didn't make any hesitant movements. He just attacked, and the sword light swept away one after another like a turbulent wave. , will naturally know.

The piper avoided the vertical and horizontal sword energy one after another, with several bloodstains on his body, but he continued to play.

The sound of the flute made one's qi and blood churn, a fire of impatience surged in the chest, and even the true energy in the body began to stagnate or even go backwards. It was obviously a ecstasy flying sound played by the Nightmare Technique.Jing Hongzhui became more and more sure that the other party was not Fuyin, because this skill was much deeper than Fuyin.

It's the Tianzi assassin of the Seven Killing Battalion!A cold light flashed through Jing Hong's eyes, and the blade of the sword drove straight in with a strong murderous aura, stabbing the flute player's throat with the speed that is hard to catch and the momentum that is hard to stop.

This sword is brilliant and sharp, like the light and shadow condensed by death itself.

The piper couldn't avoid it, his finger pressing the hole became stiff and uncontrollable due to the amazing sword energy, and the sound of the flute suddenly stopped—he thought he was going to die, until a red-robed man who suddenly appeared stood in his way. In front of him, he caught the sword light.

"Camp Master..." the Piper escaped from death and called out.

Jing Hong chased and withdrew her sword and returned to defense, staring coldly at the leader of the Seven Killing Battalion in front of her.

When tracking Fuyin before, the camp owner suddenly appeared, defeated and captured him with unpredictable martial arts, and poured secret medicine on him.

That was his first fight with the battalion master, and it only lasted more than a hundred rounds.After regaining his sanity, he recalled the opponent's moves over and over again, trying his best to find a way to crack them. As a result, the sword light rising from the backyard lasted all night.

Now that he is facing the camp owner again, he may not be sure of winning, but at least he has the strength to fight.

The camp owner didn't make a move immediately, and an indistinguishable voice came from under the mask: "No. 23, your swordsmanship has improved again... You are an excellent embryo, but unfortunately your heart is too wild and you have too many thoughts. It seems that there is only blood Hitomi is the most suitable for you."

Jing Hongzhui said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense! Let's do it." Before he finished speaking, the sword energy lifted thousands of tiles from the roof and poured towards the opponent like a torrential rain.

The battalion leader waved the big sleeves of the blood-red robe, curling up the wind, and the tiles exploded before they could get close.

A little bit of sword light was in the dust, like a bright light breaking through the mist, with the sharpness of severing grievances and the aura of sacrificing life and death, it flew towards the leader of the Seven Killing camp.The speed, fierceness, and determination of this sword seem to have broken away from the shackles of the blade itself. From a tangible "vessel" to an invisible "Tao", it faintly glimpses another realm beyond the unity of human and sword.

Such a sword, even the camp owner can't treat it lightly.

It's a bit like the old hunchback "no sword, no self".The camp owner couldn't help but think of the master of Yinjianmen at the moment when the sword light was on.That old hunchback treats thousands of disciples under his sect like picking vegetables, picking up a few more if he thinks they are growing vigorously, and not paying too much attention to those who think they are uncultivated.I'm afraid he didn't expect until his death that the one who got the essence of his swordsmanship in the end was a poor boy who was rated as the lowest aptitude right after he just started, and was directly thrown into the Seven Killing Camp to fend for himself—it's a pity that the fire is not far behind. few.

The camp master pulled out a pair of heart-breaking hooks with twisted and sharp blades and menacing shapes from inside the robe, and held the crescent-shaped handles with his fingers in black leather sheaths.

When the light of the sword came, his left hook was like a dragon waking up from a deep sleep. It suddenly turned alive, and it was hung at a tricky angle. ; The hook blade of the right hand slashed towards the opponent's neck at the same time.

The left hook controls the enemy's weapon, the right hook takes the enemy's life, and kills the enemy with one move, so his pair of hooks are also called "Two Halls of Hell".

If Jing Hongzhui wanted to avoid the beheading hook, he had to draw his sword back to defend.But the hook blade is like a lock, and it is very laborious to draw the sword from it, and his sword intent falls on the words "go forward". As a result, the heart loses before the battle is over.

At the juncture of life and death, Jing Hongchai's response was unexpected by the camp leader—letting go of the sword, and striking the end of the hilt with the strength of his right palm. The extremely hard texture forcibly broke through the clasp and blasted towards the camp owner's heart.

While the hook blade cut off the opponent's neck, the tip of the sword would also pierce through his own chest. The camp owner had to change his backhand and knock away the sword edge that was about to pierce his chest.

The figure that Jing Hong chased was like light smoke and a ghost, drifting away from the camp owner. At the same time, a willow-leaf flying knife slipped out of his cuff, and with a flick of his wrist, he shot towards the piper's throat——

The sword stabbing at the battalion master was just a slap in the face, and his real target was the piper.

With a soft "poof", a small scarlet blood flower bloomed from the flute player's throat, the disturbing sound finally stopped, and the crane bone flute fell from his fingers weakly.Jing Hong followed and shot a second flying knife infused with true energy, trying to smash the flute into pieces in mid-air.

A sigh of regret came from nowhere.

Jing Hong felt awe-inspiring - he saw a slender white hand stretching out from behind the piper, and with a casual flick like a string, he knocked down his throwing knife.This hand looked very young and thin, like an elegant musician and scribe, but it caught the crane bone flute with indescribable swiftness.

The body of the flute player wearing a big hat fell to the ground at this moment, and the person hiding behind him also turned around at this moment, leaving only a figure in white clothes with a flute in his hand.

... This person, seemingly elegant, exudes a more dangerous aura than the camp owner.Jing Hong chased hoarsely and asked, "Who are you?"

The man in white turned his back to him, chuckled, raised the crane bone flute to his lips, and began to play.

It was as if the chest had been hit hard by a giant hammer, and the sharp pain hit her lungs, and Jing Hongzui spat out a mouthful of blood.The sharp and strange flute sound whirled straight into his eardrums, rushing into his head like an arrow, trying to smash his brain and consciousness into pieces.

Jing Hong couldn't bear the pursuit to the extreme, and tightly covered her ears.

But the sound of the flute is not only the arrow piercing the head, but also the countless steel needles moving in the meridian, pushing the true energy to go backwards, and reactivating the nightmare technique that he had firmly suppressed...

There seemed to be a scarlet mist in front of his eyes, making the whole world shrouded in blood.Jing Hongzui half-kneeled on the ground, tightly covering her eyes with her palms, and let out a deep and stern roar like a trapped animal in the fierce struggle against the chaos and severe pain.

The camp owner came over, put the hook blade on the back of his neck, and said in a flat tone: "I didn't expect that, besides the secret medicine, there is also the ecstasy flying sound that can force you into the blood pupil state. But the floating sound can't, His skill is so low that it is a disgrace to the reputation of the head of the Tianyin Sect."

Fuyin...Tianyin faction...Jing Hongzhui vaguely remembered in the pain that when investigating the case of the envoy's throwing water in Honglu Temple, Master Su once said that he asked Beizhen Fusi to investigate the use of rhythm in Jianghu. Shen Qi gave him an answer for the attack method - Tianyin School.But this sect was destroyed in the struggle between the rivers and lakes about 20 years ago.

20 years ago... roughly coincided with the year Fuyin was born.When he was in the Qisha camp, Fuyin occasionally told him that his parents were hunted for revenge on New Year's Eve, and their family was ruined overnight.

From this point of view, Fuyin is likely to be an orphan of the Tianyin School, which is why he can rely on the ancestral skills to integrate the technique of nightmare and evil into the rhythm, thus creating the enchanting Feiyin.

But this new technique, like Fuyin himself, has become a tool to help the evildoers.And after his death, he continued to do harm to the world.

His eyeballs were burning, and the retrograde qi was like a bone-scraping steel knife. What was even more unbearable was that his sanity and consciousness were leaving him. Jing Hongzhui panted in pain, and his fingertips scratched bloodstains on the stone floor.

"The less resistance, the less pain." The camp owner kicked the long sword to his hand, "Pick up the sword—Xuetong Wuming."

Jing Hongzhui squeezed out a broken scream from the depths of her throat: "I'm not... Xuetong Wuming... I am, Jing Hongzhui!"

The camp owner ordered: "Take up the sword! Go to the market and let everyone see your blood pupils. Blood splatters, screams everywhere, kill as much as you can, this is your life!"

A Jin Yiwei school lieutenant dismounted from his horse, and hurriedly entered Shen's residence, indicating that he saw Shen Qi immediately after Master Su's order to deliver a message.

Shen Qi asked face to face: "But what happened at the court meeting?"

The school lieutenant general Ning Bo Weique suddenly rushed to impeach Su Yan, described it carefully, and said: "Master Su only said four words to the humble officer, 'Go to Shen'... find Master Shen, what else? Didn't explain it either."

Shen Qi frowned and thought for a moment, then ordered: "Go back to the Meridian Gate and guard it, and report when Master Su comes to court."

The captain resigned after agreeing.

Shen Qi took a deep breath, enduring the dull pain from the unhealed wound, got up and said: "Come here, change clothes."

Before the maidservants put him on Yisa, Shen Qi put on the soft gold silk armor that Su Yan had returned to his flesh, it could not only protect against weapons, but also bind the wound so that it would not burst.

His confidant, the spy Gao Shuo, had just listened outside the door, and entered the room and asked, "My lord, what are you going to do?"

Shen Qi asked back: "What do you think?"

Gao Shuo thought for a while, and said, "The Wei family can find out Jing Hongzhui's background, there must be someone who knows the inside story behind it. Now they use this as a weapon to attack Mr. Su, and things seem a bit troublesome."

"You know what the bigger trouble is?"

"...Humble and dull, please make it clear, my lord."

Shen Qi fastened her belt, lifted the Xiuchun knife, and walked outside the house.Gao Shuo hurriedly followed.Shen Qi said while walking: "Jing Hong's background in chasing this dog can't be cleared away. No matter how Qing He proves that he has already betrayed the sect, turned against the Seven Killing Battalion, and even made great contributions in the investigation of the Vacuum Sect, It can't be worth it if he goes mad again and is manipulated to kill crazily. At that time, Qinghe will really be indisputable!"

Gao Shuo took a deep breath: "Then what should we do? Master Su sent someone to inform His Excellency. He probably expected this. I hope His Excellency can catch up with Jing Hong."

Shen Qi sneered: "Give him a hand? No, I want to kill him, before the Vacuum Sect makes an irreversible disaster."

Gao Shuo held his arm to help him get on the horse.Shen Qi frowned, touched the painful wound, with a ruthless expression: "Immediately go to the Jin Yiwei's sword team, and follow me to the Shuntian Mansion."

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