The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

There was a simple hanging stand in front of the dusty post station. There were no unusual lottery holders or dominoes, only a set of hanging hanging precariously by the table.The tea stand on the opposite side is full of customers, but there is no customer at this end. The white-headed old man in a shabby cloth coat is not in a hurry, neither soliciting business nor chatting with others, just watching the hurrying people with a smile that is not a smile passers-by.

It wasn't until a young man in a fine attire jumped off his horse that he stood up unsteadily and said loudly, "Mr. Han, how long has the old man been waiting for you here?"

Two hours ago, when Han Jing Kuaima left the capital, he saw this fortune-teller Baishou old man at the city gate. Although it was only for a moment, his eyes that see through the mundane world were very familiar, as if he had been there thousands of years ago. I recognize myself.

If it was possible that it was an illusion caused by running around and exhausting before, then meeting again at this temporary resting place at this moment is particularly strange.

Han Jing frowned slightly, and didn't want to pay any attention to it, so he walked straight to the post station.

Even though he was ignored, the old Taoist didn't care too much, and still said loudly: "Mr. Han, the old Taoist has a word of advice."

Han Jing slowed down, glanced sideways at the old Taoist priest, and galloped to this place for two hours. How could he wait here so early? Is it a demon or a fairy?Han Jing's doubts were even worse, he neither dared to act recklessly, nor dared to let go of credulity.

Seemingly aware of Han Jing's doubts, the old Taoist grinned: "Don't blame Mr. Han, the old Taoist is here to report disaster to Mr. Han."

Han Jing stopped in his tracks, turned around and looked at the old Taoist priest up and down. He was slightly fat, with white hair and white eyebrows, and the flesh on his cheeks was a little slack. The wrinkles on his forehead were not very deep, which belonged to the standard charitable appearance. Dilapidated but not dirty at all.He couldn't see anything unusual, so he just smiled, and his tone sounded casual as if he didn't care at all: "Oh? There have been a lot of disasters recently! It's really my Yan Dynasty's misfortune!"

"No and no", shaking his head as if everything was clear, the old Taoist's eyes were half closed, his chin was raised, and he did not see the humble attitude of the common people.The snow-white hair is scattered randomly, but the thin and thin hair is as stable as a rock in the breeze. No matter how the surrounding wind changes, it will not move at all. Han Jing's heart moved. Compared with Guo Guoshi, this one in front of him is obviously more like a living god. .

The old man Baishou stretched his waist, yawned, and looked at Han Jing with a half-smile: "Young Master Han, if something happens to Mr. Wan, will Yu Guo be lucky or unlucky?"

Han Jing was taken aback. Although the old Taoist came here strangely, he had to be convinced in his heart.He didn't want to ask any more questions, so he rushed to the side of his beloved horse in a few steps, held on to the saddle and was about to get on the horse.

"My lord, what are you doing here?" Gao Zhan, the guard of the entourage, quickly grabbed the rein with his hands, and asked anxiously, regardless of his dignity.

Han Jing was a little displeased, pointed behind him and said, "Didn't you hear what the Taoist said?"

Several guards who were tidying up and repairing came up one after another, and they were full of surprises: "Taoist?"

Han Jing turned his head back in astonishment, except for a temporary tea stand at the entrance of the simple post station, there were no old Taoist priests.The north wind blew up and rolled up the loess on the ground, but there was no trace on the ground where the hanging stall was originally placed.

It was already midnight when we returned to the capital, and there was no moonlight under the dark sky.Han Jing was panicked, feeling that the silent street was several times longer than usual, clamping the horse's belly and waving his whip to speed up, the rattling of horse's hooves echoed in his ears, making people even more irritable.The BMWs tribute from the Western Regions were indeed different, and their speed and stamina were not comparable to the horses in the Central Plains. When they rushed to the gate of the palace, Han Jing had already left his bodyguards behind.

Flying and jumping off the horse, Han Jing was about to knock on the door, but found that the vermilion door was swaying with the night wind—the door was half-hidden.His heart tensed instantly, he drew out his long sword, moved cautiously to the right side of the gate, stood quietly for a while without hearing footsteps or sword sounds, and then pushed the door open and entered.

The guards guarding the door were nowhere to be seen, only a little bit of blood remained on the screen wall. Han Jing stretched out his hand to touch it, but it was not completely dry, it should have been left not long ago.Han Jing stepped lightly, tightened the long sword in his hand, and turned around behind the screen wall.

Following the pattern on the screen wall, Han Jing accurately found the button disguised as a carving on the stone wall. Turning it three times, the place that belonged to the flower bed kept sinking and a secret passage appeared.The policeman looked around and made sure that there was no extra movement except for the sound of the wind. The man with the long sword jumped out of the dark cave, turned around a few forks, and returned to the ground less than half away from Ting Lan Yazhu. Lidi.

The assassin in black held the handle of the knife with both hands, the long blade was close to his right thigh, and he took extra cautious steps, as if some shocking secret was hidden in the dark wardrobe, and finally moved a step away He suddenly slammed open the cabinet door, and the well-crafted wooden door shattered in two and collapsed on the ground.Apart from the simple clothes in the closet, there was no hopeful scene at all, and the assassin couldn't help shaking his head in disappointment.

Wan Zixiao was standing behind the closet tightly against the wall, and the moment the closet door was opened, cold sweat drenched her whole body.Xiaoyun was still trembling beside him, his big black and white eyes looked at him in horror.

Perhaps it was the killer's unique intuition that was at work, the assassin who had already left suddenly turned around and took a few quick steps to search again.

The sound of getting closer and closer disappeared, and the short pause of tens of seconds seemed to be that the hostile parties were confirming the existence of each other.Guessing that it might be difficult to avoid this time, Wan Zixiao made up his mind and pushed hard, and the tall wardrobe fell towards the man in black.Relying on the momentary panic, Wan Zixiao pulled Xiaoyun up and rushed out of the room.

The assassins in the yard surrounded Xiaoyun when they heard the sound, Wan Zixiao blocked Xiaoyun with his body, tilted his head and said: "They are coming for me, you go!"

Xiaoyun's eyes widened, he grabbed Wan Zixiao's clothes reflexively, and screamed: "I won't go! Miss let me go! Now you let me go too! I won't go! I'll follow you! Where can I go?" Don't go either!"

In addition to being angry, Wan Zixiao felt a little unbelievable: "You don't hate me?"

Seeing the man in black gradually approaching, Xiao Yun trembled even more, and her sweet voice became sharp and piercing with fright: "No...Young Master, you are a good person! I won't leave! I'm not afraid of death...Really! Young Master! Let me accompany you!"

Wan Zixiao supported Xiaoyun's shoulders, ignored the assassin's strange eyes, raised her head and laughed wildly: "Unexpected! Unexpected! Only when I was dying did I know that someone would be willing to accompany me! From this point of view, my life is also considered a Someone misses you! Really good!"

The assassins with bowed waists and weapons stood for a week, their eyes all glowing green, waiting for the leader to give the final order so that they could rush over to take Wan Zixiao's head and win the first prize.

A person sprang out of the darkness, standing in the circle.Judging from his figure, the leading assassin seemed to be still a young man, but his thin and weak appearance was surprisingly fierce. He only waved a few black-clothed assassins and pounced on him.

There was no expected pain in the body, and the crisp sound of iron objects colliding filled his ears. Wan Zixiao clasped the back of Xiaoyun's head with one hand, and turned to look back.

Han Jing pulled away the sharp weapon that was stabbing at Wan Zixiao with his sword, turned around and swept open the throat of an assassin, the splashed blood stained the blade of the sword that was shining with cold light, and after a few moves, the assassins surrounded him. retraction trend.

Han Jing stood in front of Wan Zixiao with his sword, and said angrily, "Who sent you here!?"

The surroundings were silent, and the corpse lying on the ground did not have much deterrent effect. The black-clothed assassin moved his body slightly, ready to attack again at any time.

The young man who took the lead didn't say much, and rushed forward with an unimaginable speed. The weapon in his hand didn't look like a knife or a sword, but more like a thin piece of iron wrapped in cloth.The assassins around him seemed to be extremely afraid of this young man, and the scrambling look just now was wiped out, and they retreated with each other's excuses, until they retreated to a safer place before surrounding them again.

The boy's attack is straightforward, and there are not many routines in the fight. It is different from the swordsmanship and swordsmanship passed down in the Central Plains martial arts. The seemingly simple moves are difficult to deal with. There is no beautiful flower stand, but the moves directly kill people.After all, he wasn't a martial artist, nor was he the group of assassins in front of him. After dozens of moves, Han Jing was gradually at a disadvantage.

Even Prince Jin who was defeated in Southern Border and had never seen Dayan was so embarrassed, the sweat on his forehead was dripping down his chin, and the several wounds on his body were constantly oozing blood.Even though he was too busy to take care of himself, he still had to protect the two people behind him, barely blocking another attack from the boy, Han Jing gasped and said, "Zi Xiao, don't panic, Gao Zhan will be here soon!"

Wan Zixiao acted as if she had never heard of it, with a cold face and no words.He hugged Xiao Yun who was shaking into a ball with both arms, and rubbed his cheek against the top of her hair.

He didn't hear the reply, so Han Jing lowered his head to look at Wan Zixiao's situation. As a result, he was slightly distracted and got another stab wound on his body. He noticed that the opponent's strength was gradually weakening. With a kick of his legs, he rushed forward again, this time significantly increasing the power of the attack.The moment the weapon collided, Han Jing staggered back three steps.

Han Jing was worrying about how to continue dealing with the young killer, when suddenly, the sky lit up, and a silver ball of light shot straight into the sky.The black-clothed boy stopped the movement of his hands, jumped back, jumped back to the assassins and blew a long whistle. The assassins who had gathered to besiege a moment ago dispersed quickly at this moment.

After the last batch of killers disappeared, the young man put away his weapon, and his eyes wandered back and forth between Han Jing and Wan Zixiao.As if he had discovered some secret, the young man pursed his lips and smiled, turned around and took a few steps, but suddenly turned around, and flew towards Wan Zixiao with a hidden weapon in his hand.

He never expected that he would keep such a move. When he realized that the square hidden weapon was approaching his eyes, the long sword was useless.In desperation, Han Jing leaned forward to stand in front of Wan Zixiao.