Sealing Sword

Huanghua Lane in the south of the city is an unremarkable alley in Jiangjun Town. There are no wine shops and tea houses in the front, and there are no flower shops and silk shops in the back.It's just that there have been frequent wars in the past few years, and many people in the town have left. There are only two or three widowed households left in this alley, and the innermost courtyard is where Mr. Shen lives.

I heard that Mr. Shen is nearly sixty years old, but he is in good health and in good spirits. He has lived in this place for more than half a year. Although he doesn't often go out for a walk, if someone has a big or small affair, it must be the right idea to ask him.It's just that Mr. Shen suddenly suspended classes in the past two days, and drove all the dolls back home, saying that they were going to rest in peace.

After Chu Xiwei and Ye Fusheng inquired about the matter, they casually ate some food, took advantage of the dim light, and walked into this alley after a few turns.

Now it is late autumn, the old tree climbing out of the Shen family’s yard is dying in the cold wind, its withered and yellow leaves have fallen all over the ground, and no one has cleaned it. A skinny crow perched on the branch of the tree, It is not frightening to see strangers, and it is a mournful sound when you open your mouth.

Chu Xiwei suddenly smiled, and said to Ye Fusheng, "It's very unlucky to hear crows crowing as soon as you arrive."

Ye Fusheng raised his eyebrows: "Are you still afraid of crows?"

"I've seen a lot of crows these years, nothing unusual, but..." After a pause, the corners of Chu Xiwei's lips twitched, "Every time I see a crow, I meet a dead person."

The two looked at each other, and Ye Fusheng knocked on the door, but he didn't see him pinching his throat, and his voice pretended to be a woman's voice, and said anxiously: "Is Mr. Shen there? My daughter said to ask you, but today It's getting late, she hasn't come back yet, have you seen Mr.

The door was locked from the inside, Ye Fusheng patted it a few times but there was no movement, the internal force was attached to the door and when he pushed it, the horizontal bolt broke from it, fortunately, although the sky is bright and bright, there are not many people in this alley, It will avoid the fate of being regarded as a bandit.

As soon as the door opened a gap, Chu Xiwei stepped forward, grabbed Ye Fusheng and turned over to avoid it, only to see a row of steel needles shot out from the gap in the door, almost nailing their clothes corners to the opposite stone wall On the ground, the steel needle was completely submerged, and something was quenched on it, which could corrode the surrounding stones into holes the size of fingers!

Chu Xi frowned slightly, let go of Ye Fusheng and walked to the door again, Ye Fusheng shrugged, took out a handkerchief, slapped Yunli on the wall, a steel needle was shaken out, he picked up the handkerchief to check , this needle is the same as the one used by ordinary people to sew sacks, except that there is a triangular barb at the tip. If it is hit on a person, even if it does not quench the poison, it will have to tear off the belt and flesh. It is very vicious.

With a fixed gaze, Ye Fusheng wrapped the needle and put it in his girdle. Seeing that Chu Xiwei had already entered the door, he followed him. As soon as he entered, he smelled a vague smell of blood, accompanied by A faint smell of medicine hits the face.

The courtyard should have been washed not long ago, because the weather was cold and humid, and the ground was still steamed, but Ye Fusheng caught a glimpse of the redness in the cracks of the stone bricks that could not be washed away, which was the trace formed after the blood seeped and coagulated.

The vague smell of blood lingered on the floor tiles, Chu Xi frowned slightly, and caught the smell of medicine coming from the room, the door was closed tightly, and she didn't know what was going on inside.

He stretched out his hand to push the door, but Ye Fusheng grabbed it and motioned him to look down—I saw an inconspicuous engraving on the lower end of the threshold, which looked like a barb. .

Seeing this trace, Chu Xiwei's face darkened, she turned her head suddenly, and saw Ye Fusheng's sinking expression.

Ye Fusheng took out the steel needle wrapped in a handkerchief, spread Chu Xiwei's left hand, and wrote in his palm: "The lancet, the soul-hunting mark...is the mark of 'Liaoyingwei'."

Lve Yingwei, who is directly under the emperor, is where the emperor's heart is, and the blade is pointing.

Ye Fusheng narrowly escaped death in the battle of Jinghanguan, but the identity of Lve Yingwei commander has been settled, but he knows well that Xie Wuyi died for him so that he can hide the truth from Beibei, who has not had a deep relationship with him. The barbarian enemy army, but they can't hide it from Lve Yingwei who collected his body, let alone... Chu Ziyu.

On the way here, he talked with Chu Xiwei a few times, and the other party was full of lingering anger at his previous "death news". Ye Fusheng speculated from it that Chu Ziyu knew that he was not dead, but chose to hide it for him.

However, if Chu Ziyu wants to revive Ruan Feiyu now, he will definitely attract the eyes and ears of people who are opposed to the new law and his followers. To be on the safe side, he will make a big public announcement to divert the attention of the world, and at the same time, privately send Lue Yingwei to come to meet him. suitable means.

It's just that there are always a lot of extraneous things in this world.

Chu Xiwei didn't like the emperor's family dog ​​like Lve Yingwei, even to the point of loathing it, especially disliked seeing Ye Fusheng get involved with it, this man had been a hawk dog there for ten years, and every time he thought of it, he felt like a stick in his throat, It would be nice if the two never meet again.

However, the sky does not follow people's wishes.

Fortunately, he calmed down quickly, suppressed the restless qi in his chest, and took a step back. Ye Fusheng patted him on the shoulder intentionally, but was dodged. He was inexplicably disappointed, so he turned halfway, and stood on the door of the room. Knock five times on the face, three heavy and two light, and at the end he slapped his mouth softly, just like a hoarse bird song.

There was a rustling sound from the door, and an old voice said, "Who?"

Ye Fusheng said: "The autumn wind is chilling to the bone, and the tired birds can hardly return to their nests. Kind people, please borrow a stove to warm them up for the winter."

Lve Yingwei's connection codes are different for four seasons of the year. Ye Fusheng spoke according to the season. After two seconds of silence in the room, there were footsteps slowly approaching. The people inside took off the latch and moved some The box chair behind him opened the door.

The person who opened the door was an old man, tall and thin, not rickety, wearing an old shirt that had been washed white, his gray hair was neatly tied up, and his face with signs of aging was frowning. He looked like a suffering man. The bitter cold old scholar, with the lingering vicissitudes of life.

He probably had poor eyesight, so he couldn't help squinting when looking at people, with his hands still on the door, and he didn't speak, just looking at the two uninvited guests.

An ordinary old man, Ye Fusheng is very familiar with this face.

Ruan Feiyu, a Confucian in the South, was always so poor and unlucky no matter in the imperial court, but once he got serious, he was planning a strategy, pointing the country and overturning it in the palm of his hand.

He tugged on Chu Xiwei's sleeves calmly, and said to the old man, "We are both from the Qianzi camp, and the master ordered us to come and meet your lord."

For the convenience of management, Lve Yingwei set up eight battalions according to their gossip names. Among them, the Ganzi battalion has no more than 20 people, and they are dispatched secretly by the emperor and the commander. The other seven battalions don't know much about it, which is suitable for gaining trust right now.

Ye Fusheng lost his command token, but Lve Yingwei's tattoo was still there. He pretended not to see Chu Xiwei's cold face, rolled up the sleeve of his left hand, and there was a black swan goose on his pale arm, ready to fly.

"It's been a hard trip, and it's just in time." The old man saw the tattoo, his face turned pale, and he let the two of them in. Only then did he see that the room was smoky, and a pot of pitch-black soup was boiling on the small stove. The stench in the air was mixed together, which was really unpleasant.

The room is not big, besides the old man, there is another person lying on the bed, dressed in black, with a mask on his face, just like Lve Yingwei's night travel attire, but at the moment the eyes that are exposed outside the eyeholes are closed, watching Just dying.

Ye Fusheng asked in a deep voice: "What's going on?"

"The rumors of this operation leaked out. When they came last night, they were followed by tails. Although they were killed in time, the two Lve Shadow Guards died and the other was injured. Rather than leaving and being robbed with my old bones, I might as well just watch them here quietly. Change." The old man said indifferently, his eyes glanced at the two of them, "Fortunately, you came quickly, but I don't know where the hacker who attacked us came from. You two alone, I'm afraid I'm dead."

Hearing this, Ye Fusheng's face changed greatly, he thought for a while and said: "I came in a hurry, I don't know that something has happened here, the two of us will escort the adults out of this place first, and then try to contact and respond."

"That's fine, but he's seriously injured. I'm short of medical care. I don't know if you have brought emergency supplies?" The old man heard that he could leave, but he didn't look very happy. color.

Seeing this, Ye Fusheng's indifferent face softened a bit, and he said: "There are some medicines for golden sores, use them for him first, sir, please step aside."

The old man retreated behind him, Ye Fusheng took out a porcelain vase with the length of a little finger from the skirt of his clothes, tore off the cloth seal, and went to pick up the man's clothes to check the wound.

Ye Fusheng's hand was on his wrist, at this moment, the "fainted" person suddenly opened his eyes, the quilt covering him was lifted up, covering Ye Fusheng's sight, and the right hand leaning against the wall actually held a He took advantage of the opening to stab the dagger in the chest, but Ye Fusheng's hand was still held tightly by him!

At the same time, the old man with a poor face suddenly moved, his cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, and a sword slipped from his sleeve, stabbing Chu Xiwei's dantian straight!

With a muffled snort, the blade pierced into the flesh, and Ye Fusheng didn't see how Ye Fusheng moved. The quilt that was about to cover him turned back and twisted, and wrapped around the man's arm holding the knife. The dagger pierced out, but it was only an inch away from Ye Fusheng's chest. When he arrived, Ye Fusheng hit the veins on his wrist, grabbed the blade and stabbed back with his backhand.

He didn't even look at it, his hands were extremely ruthless, the dagger pierced the man's neck, blood splashed on the quilt, and immediately fell down a dead body.

"It's better to pretend to be asleep than to sleep after death. Why bother?" Ye Fusheng shook his head, turned to look at Chu Xiwei, and said loudly, "Ah Yao, respect the old and love the young!"

Chu Xiwei snorted coldly. Just now, when there was no time left, the old man thought that the sneak attack was a sure thing, but unexpectedly, Chu Xiwei suddenly grabbed his wrist. Before he could react, his right hand felt a heart-piercing pain—— Starting from the grasped wrist, the meridians were broken inch by inch by the internal force!

The old man was trembling with pain, but there was no cold sweat on his face, Ye Fusheng pulled his fingers on his face, and tore off an exquisite human skin mask, the face underneath was clearly a middle-aged man.

The man was so angry with hatred: "You..."

"I'll ask you a question, and you answer it, otherwise..." Chu Xiwei's complexion did not change, but she spoke with a sinister taste. Seeing this, the man was about to grit his teeth, but was slapped by the head, half of his face It swelled up, and a few teeth were spat out mixed with blood.

Ye Fusheng saw the poisonous sac in one of the teeth, and praised Chu Xi slightly: "I am very pleased with my sharp eyes and quick hands."

"Don't make it clear, am I going to let you die?" Chu Xiwei ignored him, looked down at the struggling person on the ground, and said in a calm tone, "Who are you?"