[Rat and cat derivative Gu Zhuo] The old moon is wrong

Speaking of this man, the blood in Niu Pi's whole body seemed to be hot. He tore off the skirt of the ragged cotton jacket and said loudly: "I saw clearly that day. He was chopped off nineteen times all over his body. With a knife, more than half of the nose was cut off, leaving only a layer of skin hanging on the face. As long as he moved, the half of the nose hanging on the face would follow him. He simply put the nose together. The flesh of the belt was torn off and swallowed in one gulp. With a backhand knife, another one was smashed."

Hearing this, Sima couldn't help but praised loudly: "A good man, he really is a good man."

Niu Pi slapped the table hard: "It's a pity that such a good man died of exhaustion in the end, and he didn't fall until his arms and legs were cut off. Bite off a piece of Wei Wei. Seeing him fight so bravely and fiercely to the death, all of us couldn't help crying, even those lion cousins ​​who wanted to make trouble were moved to the ground by him. Tears... But the old lion didn't shed tears, what the old lion shed was blood, the corners of his eyes burst open, and the blood kept falling like tears. He made a bloody road and rushed to Ding Xie, and picked up his friend who had been following him like a dog." He blew his nose vigorously, wiped away the tears on his face, and continued with tears in his eyes: "At that time Ding Xie Not dead yet, with one last breath left."

Niu Pi seemed to have returned to that shocking scene... "The long street was washed with blood, and Xiao Gao was still fighting hard. Zhu Meng picked up his spiked shoes and wanted to speak, but he couldn't even say a word. The blood coming in and out from the corners of his eyes fell on the Ding Xie's face. Ding Xie suddenly opened one eye that was blurred by blood, and said the last sentence before dying, "Report to the hall master, the villain can no longer serve the hall master.The villain is dying. "

The cold wind kept blowing, blowing off the snow on the eaves outside the steamed bun shop in large swaths, and the tears on Cowhide's face kept falling down in big drops.Sima didn't cry or speak, but he clenched his fists tightly, as if he was trying his best to control himself, for fear that he might cry.Gu Jianhun patted Sima's shoulder lightly, hearing such a tragic thing with his own ears, it's really hard for people not to be moved.

After a long, long time, Niu Pi was able to speak: "Ding Xie died after saying this sentence, but suddenly there was a loud roar like thunder on that street, not only the brothers of Xiongshitang couldn't hold it anymore, even I I couldn't hold it anymore. Suddenly everyone rushed up and slaughtered those bastards with bloody hands, even my cowhide killed them a few times."

At this time Sima suddenly slapped the table hard: "Okay, good job." He poured a big bowl of wine and said, "I, Sima Chaoqun, really want to toast you."

With a sound of "Dang", the bowl of wine in Cowhide's hand fell to the ground and smashed to pieces: "What? You... what did you say?"

Sima repeated: "I said I would like to toast you."

"Who are you? Who did you say was going to toast me?"

"It's a kid named Sima Chaoqun."

"You are Sima Chaoqun?"

"I am."

Niu Pi's whole body suddenly softened, as if he was about to go limp on the ground, he stammered, "I don't know that my uncle is the world's number one hero, Uncle Sima, and I dare not ask my uncle to toast."

"I want to respect you, I must respect you, because you are also a bloody hero. In fact, it is not enough for me to respect you, I want to respect you." He really held up an altar with both hands, and the mouth of the altar faced mouth, raised his neck and drank it, looked up to the sky and sighed: "My friends all over the world say that I am a unparalleled hero in this world, but how can I be compared to Spikes, how can I be compared to Zhu Meng?"

How long has Sima and his companions been away, and how long has the always noisy cowhide stayed; he didn't even listen to the people around him who kept laughing at him...

The wind outside was blowing faster and colder.Although it is already February, spring seems to be still far away from Luoyang.

"Are you going back to Chang'an?" Gu Jianhun looked at Sima who was thinking.

"...Back to Chang'an? No, I have something else to do..." Sima regained his senses and said, "Are you going back?"

Gu Jianhun said: "Well, I'm afraid that someone will throw all my luggage out after I've been away for too long..."

"Haha..." Sima laughed loudly, and then said lonely: "Having someone who cares about me so much is also a kind of happiness."

"You haven't?"

"Me? I don't know..." Sima said casually: "Although we have only been together for less than two days, I hit it off with Brother Gu immediately; if you are destined, please meet at the Escort Bureau."

"Okay, I will bother you." After Gu Jianhun finished speaking, he got on his horse without any hesitation.

Seeing Gu Jianhun's urgent movements, Sima couldn't hide the frustration in his eyes; raising his head again, Sima turned and walked towards Tongtuoxiang...

February 22 Chang'an

In the early morning, the sky is dead gray, the earth is also dead gray, and the gate of the magnificent ancient city of Chang'an has not yet opened.The soldiers Lao Huang and A Jin who were in charge of opening the city gates every day killed a wild dog yesterday, and pooled their money to buy two catties of burning knives and two catties of flatbread.Neglect of duty and delay the opening of the city, that is the death penalty of "judgment".The military law is like a mountain. When Lao Huang got up, he found that the time was already more than half a quarter late. At that time, he broke out in a cold sweat and rushed to Kaesong before he even had time to button up his cotton jacket.

"The weather is so cold, probably no one will enter the city so early." Lao Huang comforted himself in his heart, opened the big iron lock on the gate, and just pushed the city gate open by a line, he was startled.

Not only were there already people waiting to enter the city outside, but it looked like there were at least seventy or eighty people.Seventy or eighty people were all dressed in strong attire, with ghost-head knives on their backs, and white cloths on their heads, with a dark red rag sewn on it.Everyone's face is like today's weather, with a kind of murderous look that makes people feel creepy.

As soon as the city gate was opened, these people divided into two lines and walked into the city silently. The blood-red saber coat on the knife fluttered in the wind, against the white scarf tied around the head, the sharp blade gleamed coldly.Every knife is unsheathed, because there is no sheath on the knife. ——Who are these murderous slaves?What are you doing in Chang'an?

Old Huang, who was guarding the city, wanted to stop them from interrogating him because of his duty, but his tongue seemed to stiffen suddenly, and he couldn't even utter a single word.Because at this moment, a big man wearing a bearskin jacket behind his back appeared in front of him, staring at him with big bloodshot eyes. Although he was already thin and out of shape, his cheekbones were high and his eyes were as sharp as knives. , it still looks majestic, like a beast that just sprang out from the deep mountains.

His messy hair was also tied tightly in a white cloth with a dark red rag on it.The only person who was dressed differently from them was a handsome and thin young man, holding a long and narrow blue square bag in his hand, and followed closely behind him.

Lao Huang's legs were already weak, and anyone could tell that this man would never frown when he was about to kill someone.

"Do you want to interrogate us, where did you come from? What are you doing here?" Although the man's voice was hoarse, there was also a kind of intimidating majesty in his tone. "Listen, listen carefully, I am Zhu Meng, Luoyang Zhu Meng." He said sharply, "We came to Chang'an to die."

Zhuo Donglai's face was expressionless, as if it had been frozen, every muscle on his face was frozen.Zhuo Donglai will only have this expression when he is facing important matters. After all, most of the time, Zhuo Donglai is smiling, as if he is traveling in the mountains and rivers.

A young man under twenty stood in front of him, this young man was Zhuo Qing.His surname was not Zhuo, but his surname was Guo, the younger brother of Guo Zhuang who died in Luoyang.

"Zhu Meng has entered the city." He was the one who reported the news, and he was also the one who found out that the gutter was leaking medicinal juice every day.What he has done for Zhuo Donglai is far more than all of Zhuo Donglai's cronies combined.

Zhuo Donglai asked quietly: "How many people are they here?"

"Including Gao Jianfei, there are 88 people in total."

"He told Lao Huang, who is guarding the city, that he is Zhu Meng?"

"Yes."

Zhuo Donglai couldn't help but smile: "What else did he say?"

"He said they came to Chang'an to die!"

Zhuo Donglai's pupils shrank suddenly, as if they had turned into two awls: "Didn't they come to Chang'an to kill people? Did they come to Chang'an to die?"

"Yes."

"Okay, very good." The corners of Zhuo Donglai's eyes suddenly started to twitch: "Excellent." Anyone who knew Zhuo Donglai knew that the corners of his eyes would twitch only when the situation was at its worst.Now the corners of his eyes began to twitch, because he had already seen that it was not 88 people who came from the other side, but 880 people.

——People who come to kill are not scary, but people who come to die are scary. One such person can be compared to ten.

"Tell me about their dress again."

"Each of them wore heavy clothes, leg wraps, and a white scarf with a rag of a dark red fish sewn on it."

Zhuo Donglai sneered: "Okay, great. Do you know where those rags come from?"

"do not know."

"That must be Spike's bloody coat. When Spike died, his clothes were completely stained red with blood. The Hall of Lions had already turned into a plate of loose sand, but the blood of Spike tied the loose sand together again." In Zhuo Donglai's voice He actually had feelings: "Shoes, good, spikes." Someone from Luoyang came and reported to Zhuo Donglai the whole process of that bloody battle.

Zhuo Qing said: "Spikes are ugly, and they are cheap. Although they are not as good as other shoes, they are the most useful when it rains, snows, and muddy roads." He said very plainly, Because he's just stating a fact; he's not emotional.In other words, only a very few people can affect his emotions, such as the dead Guo Zhuang... Although the elder brother of a compatriot is several years older, he is the one who made the advice and the executor since he was a child; Zhuo Qing, who was far away, quickly restrained his thoughts.

Zhuo Donglai said: "Zhu Meng knows I'm there, but he will never come to me for the time being."

"Yes."

"Since they are here to die, of course we want to fulfill him, and of course we will go find him."

"Yes."

"These 88 people all came with the determination to die, the 88 people have only one heart, and the 88 people have a breath. This breath is now full, and it is about to explode. It is unstoppable."

"Yes."

"So I won't go to them now."

"Yes."

A cruel and unpredictable smile suddenly appeared in Zhuo Donglai's sharp pupils, and he asked Zhuo Qing, "Do you know how I will deal with them?"

"do not know."

Zhuo Donglai told Zhuo Qing word by word in his unique tone: "I want to treat them to dinner. Three nights later, I will greet them on the first floor of 'Chang'an Residence' and treat them to dinner. "

"Yes."

"You invite them for me."

"Yes."

"Zhu Meng may not agree, and may think it's a trap, but I believe you must have a way to let them go. Not only Zhu Meng is going, but Gao Jianfei is also going."

"Yes." Zhuo Qing said: "They will go, they will definitely go."

"I also hope that you can return to Weiwei alive."

Zhuo Qing's answer was short and affirmative: "I will."

"Also, find a way to get Gao Jianfei to go to the courtyard last time."

Zhuo Qing was stunned for a moment, then said respectfully: "Yes." Zhuo Qing never talked too much about things that shouldn't be asked.

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