Women's First Swordsman [Transmigration Book]

In the middle of the night, there are only a few lights left in the capital of Jialan, and the lights in the nearby houses have been turned off, leaving it silent and dark.

Apart from the singing and dancing band, the lanterns in the Prime Minister's Mansion are the brightest, and the lanterns inside seem like night pearls.

A few nights ago, an assassin sneaked outside the prime minister's bedroom, the yellow-browed monster rushed out, saw a shadow, but did not chase anyone.He was afraid of being blamed by Mr. Wei, so he just said it was a wild cat and had already run away.

That night, the prime minister's mansion jumped up and down, and finally nothing happened.

The yellow-browed monster privately ordered the manager to be more vigilant, and he dared not sleep at night, lying in ambush in the main courtyard, waiting for the assassin to come.

After waiting for four or five days with full energy, I didn't even see a bird. The guards inside and outside were exhausted, and the patrols were relaxed and not so careful.

The yellow-browed monster crouched in the bushes of the main courtyard, couldn't stand it any longer, so he squinted his eyes and took a nap.

In a light sleep, I heard a "squeak" and the door opened.

He woke up immediately, pushed aside the bushes and jumped up: "There are assassins! Protect Mr. Wei!"

The guards from inside and outside rushed over one after another, and saw the yellow-browed monster and Prime Minister Wei, you looked at me, and I looked at you.

"Wei, Master Wei, why are you up? I heard the door opening and thought there was an assassin."

Wei Pengcheng raised his eyebrows: "I still want to ask why you are here, what a fuss. Go get me a chamber pot."

He flicked his sleeves and went back to the house.

The yellow-browed monster went to find the chamber pot, and the guards outside left one after another.

Wei Pengcheng lay on the bed, hugging his concubine with one hand, and rubbing his waist with the other.

The mansion has recently recruited a few concubines, who play a lot of tricks, occasionally using medicine and incense to add to the fun.He was getting old, and he didn't want to admit that he couldn't play anymore, so he indulged for a few days with his old waist stretched out, and he had health problems, and he urinated frequently at night.

Tonight, the potion was even stronger, and the chamber pot that was prepared under the bed was not enough.

Wei Pengcheng turned over twice and couldn't help it: "Why haven't you brought it yet?"

Just then, the door opened.

Stepping very lightly, he entered the house and quickly closed the door.

Wei Pengcheng shouted: "You useless thing, what are you doing sneakily? Bring the chamber pot!"

He turned over and got out of bed, only to see a sharp sword glow coming towards him from behind the curtain.

"You...!" Before the words came out, the sword had already pierced her heart to the point of chills.

The concubine on the bed heard something wrong, turned around, and saw the bright red blood splashed on the curtain and screen.

Looking down again, she glanced at it, rolled her eyelids, and passed out.

Mu Bai packed Wei Pengcheng's head and was about to leave the house when he bumped into the yellow-browed monster head-on.

One of them was carrying a wooden box containing a human head, the other was holding a chamber pot. They looked at each other for a moment and drew their weapons at the same time.

The yellow-browed monster flicked the iron chain, and threw the sharp hook towards Mu Bai.

Mu Bai blocked the horizontal sword, and felt his wrist go numb.

The yellow-browed monster's internal strength is profound, even higher than that of Elder Meng.

When he took a hook, the entire blade of the sword was humming and shaking.

When the next blow came, Mu Bai still hadn't recovered, and his wrist lost some strength, and was caught by the hook on the blade.

The yellow-browed monster waved its hands around a few times, then pulled back hard.

The iron chain entangled Qinglian Sword, and flew towards him with Mu Bai.

If it was a strong man weighing two hundred catties, the yellow-browed monster would never move.However, Mubai was light in stature, he was lifted into the air, swiped the Qinglian sword a few times, but he couldn't cut through the iron chain.

Huang Mei smiled sinisterly, pulled Mu Bai closer, and raised his other hand to grab his chest.

He likes to take his heart out when he kills.

Mu Bai struggled with the iron chain, and at the same time put his toes on the ground, stopped the castration, and slapped the yellow-browed monster's arm with his left hand.

This palm almost broke the yellow-browed monster's arm, enduring the pain of his limbs being broken, he still tore the clothes on Mu Bai's chest, and grabbed something from it.

Looking down, it was a lot of flowers.

Yellow-browed monster: "..."

Mubai poured his internal energy into the Qinglian sword, swung the iron chain, drew out the sword, and stabbed the yellow-browed monster's chest.

A sword pierces the heart.

Blood welled up its throat, and the yellow-browed monster opened its eyes and fell backwards.

The clenched fingers lost strength and slowly loosened.

The flowers were scattered in a pool of blood, and the petals were dyed scarlet, so delicate and beautiful.

Mu Bai resisted the urge to vomit, and without looking at him again, he flew up to the eaves, reunited with Su Mo who was waiting for him outside the wall, and left the prime minister's mansion.

When he got to the moat, Mu Bai picked up a handful of water to wash his face, looking at his own reflection in the dark river, he suddenly felt very strange.

He sat down on the grass, stomach churning.

Su Mo soaked the handkerchief in water and wiped the blood on the side of his neck for him.

Mu Bai lowered his head, looked at his blood-stained hands: "I... killed someone."

His throat was so congested that he couldn't speak a word.

Before he came, he knew that once the Qinglian sword was unsheathed, no one would be left alive.But when he really saw two living people die under his sword, even though he knew that they were all evil people, Mu Bai couldn't help but feel cold all over his body, the smell of blood welled up in his breath, and he was so sick that he wanted to vomit.

Without saying a word, Su Mo flattened Mu Bai's hand and wiped it clean.

He held the back of his head again, intending to push him into his arms.

Mu Bai instinctively pushed him away, and stepped back a little: "I'm covered in blood, dirty, wait until it gets on your clothes."

Su Mo didn't force it, and raised his hand to pat him on the back.

It took a while for Mu Bai to calm down, and he wanted to pull out the Qinglian Sword to wipe it off, but also considering that Su Mo was here, he might recognize the sword when he saw it.

Mu Bai wrapped the black cloth around the sword even tighter, and asked in a calm manner, "Is it really embarrassing for me just now?"

Su Mo said softly, "No, the first time I killed someone, I cried all night."

Mu Bai was startled.

The original text rarely described Su Mo killing himself.

He thought for a while and asked aloud, "How did you kill it? Did you use a fan or a concealed weapon?"

Su Mo shook his head: "Use poison."

"When I was eight years old, I accidentally ran into the noble concubine and the aunt who took care of me in the back garden... The prince of the noble concubine was about the same age as me, but he was not appreciated by the emperor, probably because he was afraid that his son would be robbed of the throne in the future, so I bribed my aunt who raised me single-handedly, and put medicine in my tea."

"I gave that cup of tea to my aunt. She didn't dare to disobey the order, so she drank it and poured it in front of me."

Perhaps it was because of what he had just experienced, that Mu Bai could actually understand his mood at that time.

Su Mo lost his mother since childhood, so he should trust and even rely on his aunt who took care of him.Watching her drink the poisoned wine she had prepared for herself and pour it in front of her...

It was as if he could hear the cry of the eight-year-old child hiding in the cold palace.

Mu Bai raised his hand, then put it down again.

He had just had blood on his hands, so it wasn't suitable for a comforting hug.

Su Mo saw what he was going to do, rolled his eyes, and said with a smile, "I've cut my belly full of black water, and crying is the tears of a crocodile, so I don't need comfort."

Mubai: "..."

He really didn't know what he could do, so he stood up with the wooden box and untied the horse tied to the tree by the river.

They led two horses out tonight, Su Mo went back to Lingyun Palace, Mu Bai went to Yushu Villa to give off the head, and the two parted ways.

When we arrived at Yushu Villa, it was still dark.

The waiter opened the door and saw that he was covered in blood, so he led him to take a shower and change into clean clothes.

At dawn, after the cock crowed, Lin Baixiao got up from the bed rubbing his sleepy eyes.The waiter brought the copper basin, he had just washed his face when he saw Mu Bai walking in with a wooden box.

A deep red blood oozes from the wooden box, and he raised his hand to put it on the table, but Lin Baixiao quickly stopped him: "Hey, don't, don't dirty my table."

What was in that box, he had already guessed in his mind, but he still couldn't believe it.

Holding a white towel to wipe his face, he looked Mu Bai up and down, and then asked, "Are you really going to assassinate Prime Minister Wei?"

"Well, this is his head."

"!" Lin Baixiao was horrified, and quickly took several steps back.

It seemed that there was something highly poisonous in the wooden box.

"Don't take it over, just open it and take a look at me."

"...It's really Wei Pengcheng."

Lin Baixiao frowned, and ordered the waiter to take the wooden box from Mubai's hand, and put it elsewhere.

He asked Mu Bai to sit in the room first, and after washing, he led him to the hidden sword pool.

The Tianyuliufang sword has been taken out, the waiter held it over and handed it to Mubai respectfully.

"Sure enough, it's a hero born a young man. Admire, admire." Lin Baixiao's mind cleared up at this moment, and he opened his mouth to praise, boasting a dozen sentences, and then said, "Wei Pengcheng oppressed the people and acted like a dominator for more than ten years. Once he dies, the whole Jialan will cause a sensation, and I have ordered my subordinates to write this matter as the headline of tomorrow's Jianghu Post."

"I wonder if the young man can describe in detail what happened at that time? It can also polish our manuscript."

"For example, how to break into the prime minister's mansion, how to kill people, how many people were killed, what they looked like, how many tricks..."

Mubai: "...does it need to be so detailed? I just broke into the old thief's house and killed him. When I came out, I ran into the yellow-browed monster and killed him too. There were two of them in total. It took a few tricks. As for what it looks like Appearance... in one word, ugly."

Lin Baixiao: "..."

He was obviously dissatisfied with Mubai's perfunctory answer, and asked him for many details before he was willing to let him go.

Lin Baixiao sent Mubai to the door, and dragged him to say a lot: "Young Hero Treading Snow, as soon as the Post News comes out tomorrow, you will definitely become a rookie in the world. If you are free in the future, remember to come to Yushu Villa often to have a seat." .”

"We still have a lot of reward orders here, and only a chivalrous warrior like you can complete them..." When he said this, he slapped his head and remembered something, "Wait a minute, young man, I have something else to give you."

After a while, the waiter brought a package.

Lin Baixiao handed the package to Mubai: "Someone issued a reward order for the yellow-browed monster in our place before. This is a reward. And..."

He opened the scroll on the package: "This is the reward order that I just received yesterday, but the task is too difficult. I guess few people in Jianghu would dare to accept it. How about young heroes?"

Mu Bai took the package and took a closer look.

The content of the reward task is: to sneak into the house of Luo Wangchuan, the head of Lingyun Palace, to collect evidence.

"...Who issued this mission?"

Lin Baixiao shook his head: "The secret must not be divulged. If Shaoxia is willing to take this business, I can arrange for you to meet with the employer."

Mu Bai tentatively asked: "Could it be Wan Jing's Jiang Shen arrest?"

"Why do you..." Lin Baixiao reacted and closed his mouth.

Mubai had already made a perfect guess, and said with a smile, "I'll take this order. I'll take it from the offer, and I'll contact Jiang Shenbu on my own."

Lin Baixiao heaved a sigh of relief: "That couldn't be better."

"I'm leaving?"

"Young hero, go slowly. If you see Miss Qin, greet her for me."

"Okay." Mu Bai waved his hand, got on his horse, and walked away.

He was exhausted mentally and mentally, returned to Lingyun Palace, fell asleep for a long time, woke up several times in a daze, took a few bites of food, and fell asleep again.

Huamei heard that Mubai was unwell and fell asleep in the room, very worried.

So the next morning, she came to Mu Bai and asked him how he was feeling today and if he wanted to go for a walk.

The two came to a teahouse in Lingyundu, had breakfast, and listened to the storytelling of the gentleman in the building.

Mubai picked up the tea bowl and blew it, just after taking a sip, he heard that Mr. Shu slapped the gavel: "It's too late to say it, it's too late, the young hero on the snow kicked open the door of that old thief Wei. , yelled: 'Dog thief! Take your life!'"

He took a sip of tea.

Thrush looked over strangely: "What's wrong?"

"It's all right." Mu Bai wiped the corners of his lips, and said with a smile, "I admire this storyteller from the bottom of my heart. He not only keeps up with current events, but is also very good at embellishing the story. The stories are told so vividly that they are not real."

"Xiaobai, do you know that too? That's right, it's written all over the rivers and lakes post newspapers, how can anyone not know about it?" Huamei opened the post newspapers at each table, read while reading, "Lick blood on the blade, walk in the shadows , stepping on the snow without trace, falling flowers intentionally..."

Huamei put down the post newspaper, resting her chin on her hands, her eyes shining brightly: "After the young hero Treading Xue killed someone, he left flowers all over the place. It's really chivalrous, chivalrous and tender..."

Mubai: "..."

Sister, wake up, I'm just throwing garbage.