ten steps one kill

People who are busy fleeing, collecting corpses, asking questions, and counting money.

No one noticed Yuan Bao's movement.

Yuan Bao was the unlucky waiter of the inn, who was blamed by the real murderer, and was beaten innocently, his mouth was vomited with acid water in his stomach, his body was bruised, and only half of his life was left hanging tremblingly.

He struggled to stand up and tried to support the edge of the table with his hands, but his arms couldn't exert any strength, like a pendulum tied to his shoulder by a string.

There seemed to be a piece of rough sandpaper grinding his flesh and bones in the shoulder blades, and the dull pain surged like a tide, and the waves were higher than the waves. He gritted his teeth and looked around.

Boss Sun's eyes fell on his face, and when he saw that he was awake, he strode towards him.

He took a step back in fright, hitting the corner of the table with his calf.If Boss Sun hadn't grabbed his collar, he would have fallen to the ground.

He didn't dare to look up, and cowered like a mouse, waiting for Boss Sun's fist.

The fist didn't fall, but a handful of broken silver slipped from Boss Sun's palm and slipped into his blood-stained coarse cloth pocket.

The money came from Liu Hongfeng's pocket, but Aunt Cui had withheld more than half of it.

Boss Sun lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I wronged you today, I'm sorry, I'll pay you the money, you can go now."

Yuan Bao looked confused, as if he didn't understand what the other party meant.Boss Sun shook his head, and said, "After taking the money, our account will be settled. Don't come back in the future, and don't let me see your face again."

He understood this sentence, so he nodded like pecking rice, and replied: "I understand, I understand..."

Boss Sun let go of his collar, turned around and patted the front of his clothes, striding away as if he had never seen him before.

Enduring the severe pain, he supported the wall with his intact arm, and moved outside the door tremblingly.

The people in the room seemed to have never seen him before. An unknown person like him is like a grain of sand in the turbid current. Once it enters the rivers and lakes, no one will see it again.

The rain is really heavy.

He stepped over the threshold, into the rain, and his rotten sandals stepped into a patch of mud, cold and slippery.He heard people hiding from the rain whispering under the eaves:

"Can this martial arts conference be held as scheduled?"

"Of course I have to. I came here for Mo Xiejian, how can I return disappointed."

"I've said long ago that the Moxie sword was stained with blood, and it's something possessed by demons. It must not be a good sign to reappear in the world now."

He heard some familiar words, and the unbearable memories were brought back. He had heard the same words in the depths of the prison, which was not even as good as the underworld.

The sound of rain and thunder soon overwhelmed the human voice.

Even if there are thousands of things in the world, what do they have to do with him.

The cold rain poured down on his body, obviously it was just water, but it hit him like a thousand weights of iron, squeezing his shoulders and making him suffocate.

The rain curtain blurred the vision and pulled everything around him far away, leaving him alone, like a solitary boat, a straw, helpless, small and weak.

He raised his head, and there was only darkness in his eyes.There is no future, no hope, and even life itself has become a luxury.

The rain stopped suddenly.

Someone held an umbrella and held it over his head.

A red umbrella.

He was stunned, turned around slowly, and saw a sharp-edged face through the blurred water mist, it was the young man with the wide forehead and black eyes in Yingge Tower.

The water has already dampened the young man's shoulders and back, and the originally neat hair sticks to his temples a little messily.Although he was holding an umbrella, the umbrella did not cover himself, but completely covered the rain on Yuan Bao's head.

"Little brother, are you okay?"

"It's you..." Yuan Bao vaguely remembered the matter of this person pleading for him just now.

"It's me," the man wiped a handful of water on his face, "I see you are very weak, so I will catch up and have a look."

"Leave me alone, I..."

Before Yuan Bao finished speaking, the young man put his palm on his shoulder: "You are so hot, I'm afraid you are sick, I'll take you to find a place to shelter from the rain, you should stand up first."

Yuan Bao wanted to say something more, but the other party had already embraced his shoulders and supported him with his own feet. In the cold rain, he felt the warm body temperature on his shoulders, and the words that slipped to his lips changed somehow. , turned into a hoarse whisper: "I... don't want to die..."

This was the last sentence he uttered, and after that, his eyes went dark and he couldn't see anything.

When I woke up again, there was no rain on my shoulders.

As soon as Yuan Bao opened his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar face staring at him with jet black eyes: "You finally woke up."

He sat up abruptly and grabbed the man by the collar.The severe pain in his arm made him almost pass out, but it also stimulated his desire to survive.

He fumbled wildly with his hands, grabbed a piece of firewood from the ground, and pressed it to his throat not far away: "Who are you? What kind of place is this?"

The man raised his hands high and kept shaking his head: "My name is Fang Wuxiang, I'm just passing by, and I have no malicious intentions. You are full of injuries, so you can't move around."

Yuan Bao was stunned, and then he realized that his hands were shaking violently, and the firewood in his hand was shaking along with it, and it was not aimed at the man's throat at all.His whole body was limp and he couldn't exert any strength, even the woman under the client who pretended to be struggling was stronger than himself.

If that person wanted to harm him, he would have died long ago.

He loosened Fang Wuxiang's collar, turned to support his injured arm, bent down and took a deep breath.

It's still raining outside.

The sound of the rain was separated by a wall, as if it was pushed far away, and the crackling sound was closer, which was made when dry wood was burning in the fire, which sounded peaceful and comfortable.

Behind him was a pile of firewood, and the fluffy withered grass gave off a damp and stale smell.He was in an empty room with bare walls, no tables and chairs, only a Bodhisattva in the corner, and several Vajra Protectors beside it, big and small, but without exception, they were all hung with thick cobwebs .

This is a ruined temple.

Fang Wuxiang put his shoulder on his shoulder, and said with concern: "How is it, does it hurt?"

Of course it hurt, the pain almost killed him, he had never had a great future in his life, the pain alone made him unbearable, and he wanted to die.

He glanced at the injured arm, gritted his teeth and said, "It's so fucking bad, it might as well be broken."

Fang Wuxiang said seriously: "How can I do that, I'll help you see." After saying that, he touched the bone seam and pinched it lightly, Yuan Bao immediately let out a heart-piercing wail.

"The shoulder blade is dislocated, I'll help you connect it, you endure the pain."

Yuan Bao's lips were already white, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead, he kept shaking his head: "No, no, don't do it, I'm afraid of pain."

Fang Wuxiang was stunned for a moment, rolled up the other sleeve, put his forearm under Yuan Bao's eyes, and said, "Bite me when it hurts."

Before Yuan Bao had time to protest, Fang Wuxiang pressed his fingers against the dislocated shoulder bone, separated his thumb from the rest of the five fingers, clamped on both sides of the bone seam, and pushed hard.

The piercing pain almost made Yuan Bao lose consciousness, he opened his mouth almost instinctively, and bit Fang Wuxiang's arm.

The teeth pierced the flesh, and a stream of blood oozes from the tight forearm, dripping down the wrist to the fingertips.

Yuan Bao fell to the ground, panting heavily, the pain still remained on his shoulder blades, but it was no longer as violent as before.He clenched and opened his five fingers, confirmed that his consciousness had gradually recovered, and finally let out a long breath on his back.

Fang Wuxiang knelt down beside him, and said with joy, "Do you feel better?"

Seeing the blood on his arm, Yuan Bao immediately felt ashamed, turned his eyes away, and said in a low voice, "Does it hurt...?"

Fang Wuxiang blinked, and replied: "It hurts, your teeth are really sharp."

Yuan Bao didn't expect him to answer so frankly, so he glared at him immediately, and whispered, "I... I didn't ask you to help me, you asked for it yourself."

"I asked for it," Fang Wuxiang nodded, his expression was not sullen, but calm, "If I get a little bit of flesh and blood, I can get over your suffering, and I am happy to help."

Yuan Bao was secretly surprised, carefully looking at Fang Wuxiang's appearance, he found a string of Buddhist beads hanging on his wrist, still dripping water.

Yuan Bao asked, "Are you a disciple of Buddhism?"

Fang Wuxiang nodded first, then quickly shook his head and said, "Actually, it's not that much."

Seeing the ashamed look on his face, Yuan Bao felt anxious for some reason, and his tone involuntarily became blunt: "Is it really? If you don't want to say it, let it go, why bother to lie to me, and treat me as a fool."

"No, I didn't mean to deceive you." Fang Wuxiang's tone became more and more flustered, "It's just that my situation is quite special. I have no parents. I was taken in by the abbot in the temple since I was a child. I am old, but the abbot abbot did not accept me, he insisted that I come out to practice."

"Experience?" Yuan Bao said with a sneer, "Go to the brothel to practice as soon as you leave the temple?"

"I... I have never been out of a monastery since I was a child, and I have little knowledge, so the abbot told me to go and see wherever I go, even brothels..."

"Then have you ever picked the girl's nectar?"

"No, no, my cultivation base is still shallow, I should devote myself to the Buddha, and don't break the precepts for the emotions and desires." Fang Wuxiang spoke faster and faster, and a blush appeared on his face.

Yuan Bao couldn't help laughing: "So you came to Yingzhou Island, not for the martial arts conference?"

"Wulin...a conference?"

"Well, there are so many people gathered on the island, isn't it to participate in the martial arts conference and compete for the Moxie sword? You don't know anything, and you rush to the island, you are bold enough."

"Well, I just left the monastery not long ago, and I'm ignorant. I haven't heard anything you said. I'm really ashamed."

Yuan Bao responded, feeling a little helpless, this person is like a ball of cotton, no matter how hard he tries, he won't return his words, it's really boring.

He turned to look around and asked, "Isn't this where you live?"

Fang Wuxiang nodded and said, "A place to stay temporarily."

"It's pretty tattered."

"I'm really ashamed. I don't have any money to stay in the shop. I can only ask the Bodhisattva to take me in. You can make it up first."

Yuan Bao looked around the ruined temple, and saw a red umbrella standing by the door.The water trickled down the umbrella surface and formed a handful of puddles near the umbrella tip.

Fang Wuxiang said: "I just asked Mr. Feng to borrow this umbrella. Unfortunately, the umbrella is a bit small, but it still made you drenched in a lot of rain."

Hearing Mr. Feng's name, Yuan Bao couldn't help shivering. The memory of Yingge Tower came to his mind, making his scalp tingle. He curled his lips and said, "Anyway, I'm going to die, it's not bad for this rain."

Unexpectedly, Fang Wuxiang's face suddenly darkened, and he said solemnly: "Death and life have their own destiny. Your destiny is not exhausted, and the Bodhisattva will save you. Brother Yuan, don't talk about giving up on yourself."

Yuan Bao couldn't help laughing: "Who is Brother Yuan, and my surname is not Yuan."

"Ah?" Fang Wuxiang blinked, "Then you..."

"I was thrown away by my parents just like you. It's a pity that the one who picked me up was not a monk, but an old and ugly woman. The woman asked a fortune teller to get my name for her.

"So it's an auspicious name."

"Auspicious shit, she asked that fortune teller to cheat her of all her family's wealth, and hanged herself to death. Now the grass on the grave is a foot high."

After Yuan Bao finished speaking, he glared at Fang Wuxiang, and let out a contemptuous laugh from deep in his throat.

He was not born to be obedient, his mouth seemed to have swallowed a nail, and he was often beaten and slapped for this, but he just didn't know how to repent.This twisted muscle is one of the few things in the world that he chooses for himself.

Contrary to his expectations, Fang Wuxiang did not get angry, but frowned slightly, lowered his eyes, rubbed his fingers against the Buddhist beads on his wrist, and seemed to be chanting "Amitabha" in a low voice.

Yuan Bao snorted again, stopped talking to him, walked to the campfire and sat down.

Fang Wuxiang washed the wound on his arm, took out a kettle from the fire, and handed it to Yuan Bao: "Drink some water first, it has just warmed up. I still have some left, and I will wipe your wound later .”

As he said that, he bent down again and went to grab the towel soaked in the water basin.

Yuan Bao glanced down at his pocket, and raised his voice, "I don't have anything in my pocket, and I'm so poor, even if you save me, you won't get any benefit."

Fang Wuxiang shook his head with his hands still immersed in the basin, "I don't want your money."

Yuan Bao followed his back and asked, "Then why did you save me?"

While wringing out the towel, Fang Wuxiang replied, "Because you need it."

Guhuo was weak, unable to cover the torrential rain, Fang Wuxiang's body was still wet and sticky, and the plain green shirt was pressed against his shoulders, it was very uncomfortable to think about it.

But the expression on his face was very peaceful, just as flat as his tone of conversation.

Buddhists should not just sit back and watch the suffering in the world.

Yuan Bao's mouth was still full of sour water and blood foam, his whole body was dirty, like a mouse crawling out of the gutter, his eyes stared blankly at Fang Wuxiang's face.

Fang Wuxiang had already brought out the towel, and turned to take off his shirt: "It might hurt, bear with it."

Yuan Bao's arm has just been boned, and he still can't exert any strength, so he can only let the other party work for him.He is thinner than a mountain monkey, with a dull complexion, his body looks like a poor-quality clay sculpture, and the bruises all over his body are like mottled and faded scars on the surface of the clay sculpture.

Even the Bodhisattva statue covered with cobwebs in the corner is more decent than him.

Fang Wuxiang didn't care, took off his clothes to his waist, and carefully wiped the wounds everywhere.After the towel was full of blood stains, it was put back into the basin and washed again.

Yuan Bao only felt that his body was cold and warm for a while, but the warmth finally overwhelmed the cold, and even the last piece of broken armor was melted by the temperature.

Fang Wuxiang's hands had reached his waist and abdomen, and he wanted to untie his belt.

Yuan Bao suddenly grabbed his wrist: "You don't need your lower body."

Fang Wuxiang said: "You have a lot of trauma, if you don't wipe it clean, you may have trouble later."

Yuan Bao said, "I will do it myself."

He tried to lift his injured arm to snatch the towel from the opponent's hand, but a sharp pain surged in his shoulder, which almost made him pass out.

"Let me help you," Fang Wuxiang said, "You and I are both men, so there is no need to cover up."

"No," he buried his head very low, and said in a small voice, "...my penis has been cut long ago, so I'm not a man at all."

Fang Wuxiang was stunned for a moment, and his expression quickly returned to normal: "I don't ask about other things, I only know that you are a patient, and you have wounds all over your body that need to be treated urgently."

Yuan Bao still shook his head: "You can say it lightly, but when you see it later, you will feel sick again."

"Will not."

"That's because you haven't seen it before. I won't have time to regret it before you spit on me after you see it."

Yuan Bao was resolute, clutching his belt tightly to prevent him from touching it.

Fang Wuxiang was silent for a while, and said: "In that case, I don't open my eyes, just don't look."

After all, he really closed his eyes.

Although he closed his eyes, he didn't hesitate in the movements of his hands. He pressed Yuan Bao's shoulder and took off Yuan Bao's pants.

Although he has a good temper, the strength in his hands and feet is quite strong, Yuan Bao is still injured, his body is weak, and his mouth is wrong, so he can only let go of the strength in his hands and let him manipulate him.

However, his hands were unbelievably steady, moving freely on Yuan Bao's body without the slightest deviation.Yuan Bao couldn't help asking: "Could it be that your palm also has eyes?"

Fang Wuxiang shook his head: "How come, I just learned some kung fu from the host abbot."

"What kind of effort?"

"The host abbot was born in Songshan Shaolin. He has a superb and fierce boxing technique, and he also created many mechanically drawn bronze figures. He once asked me to stand in the dark, relying on touch and hearing instead of eyes, and fight against the bronze figures."

"So your martial arts are very powerful?"

"I don't dare to do it, it's just that my memory is better. No matter how superb a person's martial arts skills are, the physical body is nothing more than two arms and two legs. It's easy to remember." He paused for a moment before adding, "Besides, you are not Bronze Man, you are just an ordinary person."

The words "ordinary people" hit Yuan Bao's heart like a drum beating.

Yuan Bao was indeed seriously injured, with bruises covering his buttocks and thighs, new wounds covering old wounds, and blood stains.

He was stripped of his outer shirt, leaving only a pair of obscene trousers hanging loosely around his waist, the place between his legs that should have been raised was empty, and the cut scar could be vaguely discerned.

When he was taken in by his mother-in-law, he was still a doll. The thing was only the size of a caterpillar, thin and soft, dangling between two thin legs like a premature baby.The mother-in-law runs a brothel and does business for girls, so she can only keep his people, but she can't keep the things between his legs, so she hires a doctor to perform a knife on him. The pouch on the left was not cut clean, and there was still a piece left, which grew up and hung down on the base of the leg like a tumor.In these years, he served girls and dealt with men in the brothel, doing dirty work. He has seen all kinds of weird things, but he has never seen anyone with uglier scars than his own.

Some things are better rotted in the eyes than to be seen by others.

Yuan Bao's heart was already in his throat.

He has been an ant all his life, has nothing to live on, and is struggling to survive. How many times he has been beaten half to death with his fists, and he has been forced into a mud ditch to teach him a lesson, but he has never been so panicked.

Ants have no heart, but people do.

People all over the world regard him as an ant, but Fang Wuxiang regards him as a human being.Keeping his promise to him, he really closed his eyes tightly and never took a peek at him.

After the blood was cleaned up, Fang Wuxiang took out a pair of neatly folded trousers from nowhere, shook them open in his hand, and put them on the opponent's stick-like legs.

Yuan Bao began to struggle again: "This is your thing, I don't want it."

Fang Wuxiang said: "It's old, but it's very clean, you wear it first."

"no need."

"Get dressed."

Yuan Bao snatched his old blood-stained trousers with one hand, and Fang Wuxiang tried to snatch them back.The two pulled each other, and accidentally tore a hole in the pocket, and the broken silver inside slipped out with a splash, just slipping into Fang Wuxiang's palm.

The texture of silver is cold, even if you don't see it with your eyes, you can feel it with your hands.

Fang Wuxiang was stunned for a moment, and opened his eyes involuntarily, showing a bit of surprise.

Yuan Bao also froze, and the cold silver scorched his eyes like pokers.The small advantages he has taken in his life are no less than the beatings he has received, like maggots in the swamp, he has long been ignorant of the muddy smell all over his body, except for this moment.

At this moment, seeing the surprised and confused look on Fang Wuxiang's face, he felt that he was really nothing.

He pulled up his trousers with one hand, stood up with difficulty, and walked towards the door with heavy feet.

It's not that he forgot the pain, it's just that the wound on his heart hurts a hundred times more than the wound on his body.

He didn't dare to look at Fang Wuxiang's face, and walked to the door on his own. Amidst the sound of the rain, he heard a call from behind: "Yuanbao, don't go, I...I need you."

Yuan Bao lowered his head: "The silver is yours, you don't have to pity me."

"I don't want your money," Fang Wuxiang said again, Zhongzheng's voice followed his back, "I came to Yingzhou Island alone, I don't know the place, what happened to the martial arts conference, and what about Mo Xiejian? What's going on, I don't know everything, I finally met a friend, can you tell me about it."

Hearing the word "friend", Yuan Bao's shoulders trembled, and his footsteps also stopped.

Fang Wuxiang continued: "I am ashamed to say that this is the first time in my life that I have traveled all over the rivers and lakes, and I really have no idea. The presiding abbot wants me to practice, but I don't know how to count as practice. If he doesn't allow me to be ordained and enter the temple, then I really have nowhere to go."

Yuan Bao turned his head and met his gaze, his jet-black eyes were full of sincerity, and there was really no trace of lying.

If he is a jerk, this person is a fool.

The rain outside the door was really heavy, and the raindrops were as cold as ice needles. No one in the world would be willing to step in alone.

Yuan Bao is not a fool.

He returned to the campfire and sat down beside Fang Wuxiang.

Fang Wuxiang let out a long breath, stretched his thick eyebrows, and raised the corners of his mouth, unable to hide his joy, as if he was the one who was being given alms.

Yuan Bao was not polite to him either, he put on a look of a benefactor, raised his nostrils and said, "I'll tell you what to do, listen carefully."

Fang Wuxiang sat upright, nodded and said, "Listen carefully."

Yuan Bao said: "Let's talk about Mo Xie sword first, you should have heard about the origin of Mo Xie, the general with male and female swords?"

Fang Wuxiang nodded: "I know this. General Mo Xie was originally a pair of craftsmen and couples from the state of Chu. They devoted themselves to forging swords for the king of Chu for three years, and they got two swords, male and female. The general knew that the king of Chu was greedy, so he hid the male sword and the female sword. The sword was presented to the court. The king of Chu feared that the skill of the general would be transferred to other countries, so he cut off his head. Several years later, his son took out the sword and killed the king of Chu to avenge his father."

Yuan Bao said: "That's right, after the male sword general cut off the enemy's head, he fell into the frying pan and melted together with the head of the king of Chu, but no one knows where the female sword seized by the king of Chu went."

Fang Wuxiang was startled: "Could it be..."

Yuan Bao said: "You are right. A few months ago, a miner dug out a sharp sword from an ancient battlefield in Chudi. The Yan family's Zhujian Village, after the appraisal by the owner, it really is the female sword Mo Xie."

Fang Wuxiang said: "Unexpectedly, the thousand-year-old sword would have a chance to see the light of day again."

Yuan Bao said: "That's right, this is a major event that has caused a sensation in the martial arts world. This Yingzhou Island is where the Yan family's sword casting village is located. The current owner of the village, Yan Yuehua, is considered a half-hermit, and rarely interacts with people in the martial arts world. But this time, he wants to hide There is no way to avoid it. According to the rules of the world, there is no master of the Moxie sword, and no one has the right to monopolize it. Therefore, Yan Yuehua sent invitations to the two famous masters of swordsmanship today——Duan Qichang, the head of the Tianji Sect, and Song Yungui, the head of the Dongfeng Hall. The three families discussed together and decided to hold a martial arts conference on Yingzhou Island, and use the arena to determine the master of the famous sword."

Fang Wuxiang digested it for a while, and then asked: "I understand the reason for the martial arts competition, but what is the fighting style in this arena?"

Yuan Bao replied: "It's very simple to say, the three families will select the elite, and each family will send two to be the masters. They will guard the ring for six days. Young or poor, regardless of seniority or background, anyone can compete on stage. There is only one rule, that is, the winner is king. On the seventh day, the champions of the previous six days will gather together to decide the final winner. win or lose."

"That's how it is," Fang Wulian nodded, "It's a good way to compete on stage to decide who is superior without hurting the friendship. It is really a good way to admit defeat and compete fairly."

Yuan Bao curled his lips: "Are you really stupid?"

Fang Wuxiang was taken aback, and said, "Am I not right?"

Yuan Bao said: "No matter how right the reasoning is, it only counts if someone tells you the reasoning. Now the ring has not even started yet, and Master Qing Tian of Yingzhou Island has been murdered. How can this ring go on smoothly?"

Fang Wuxiang frowned and said, "You mean, the nightingale building case is related to the martial arts conference, and the murderer is also spying on Mo Xiejian?"

Yuan Bao said unhappily: "Otherwise, there will be three killings in one night for no reason, all of whom will be court officials. What is the murderer's plan? Is he tired of doing it?"

Fang Wuxiang said: "Yes, even if you want to grab the sword, you don't have to kill people..."

Yuan Bao said: "Let me tell you the truth, a few days ago the new emperor succeeded to the throne and amnesty the world, you should know about it?"

Fang Wuxiang nodded.The replacement of the throne is a major event in the world, and naturally no one in the world knows about it.It is also a common tradition for the new emperor to promulgate new regulations and forgive old sins.

Yuan Bao said: "With a swipe of the old man's pen, he ticked off the names of fifty death row prisoners. These people happen to be Jianghu people who have been sentenced to death. They have all wandered to Yingzhou Island."

Fang Wuxiang said: "You mean, the crime committed tonight was committed by a death row prisoner?"

"Otherwise, who else can be, it must be one of those people."

"Since death sins are forgiven, why don't you repent?"

Yuan Bao was stunned for a moment, subconsciously bit his lip, and quickly let go, saying: "Repent? It's easy to say, you're going to the sky prison for family fun, and the torture in the sky prison is definitely beyond your imagination. Yes, how can a person repent after being tortured like that.”

Fang Wuxiang showed shame: "I have never seen it before."

"Besides... do you know that Mo Xie Sword is an evil sword?"

"Evil Sword?"

"The king of Chu killed the swordsmith, snatched the female sword from the male sword, and brought it to the battlefield. The female sword Mo Xie was born with the blood of innocent people, and the sword has become sinister and vicious, making people crazy. Distorted, unscrupulous."

Fang Wuxiang was confused: "Swords are ordinary things, how can they have the power to shake people's hearts?"

Yuan Bao snorted: "You don't know much, and you still don't believe what I say, then forget it, I have nothing to say."

"That's not what I mean," Fang Wu immediately shook his head, "it's just... if there is an evil sword that harms people, it will be comparable to the existence of a Rakshasa ghost. We have to find a way to stop it."

Yuan Bao rolled his eyes: "You don't take the official's salary, and you don't snatch Lao Shizi's evil sword. It's none of your business if it harms people?"

Fang Wuxiang said: "Innocent people are suffering, as a Buddhist disciple, we can't watch from the sidelines."

"The tone is not small, you are very good at martial arts?"

"Whether it is good or not, you should do your best to accumulate merit, so that you can live up to the abbot's teachings."

Yuan Bao said: "Okay, anyway, I've already told you everything I know, I can't stop you from dying if you want to, so just don't hold me back, I don't know kung fu, I'm greedy for life and afraid of death, I only have one life, lose it Sorry."

Fang Wuxiang didn't refute, just smiled and said: "I understand."

Yuan Bao glared at him: "What do you understand?"

"You told me before you passed out that you didn't want to die yet."

Yuan Bao's shoulders trembled, as if struck by a thunderbolt.After a long while, I turned my head and said, "Of course I don't want to die. Who would want to die if I'm alive? Although I'm an eunuch who is neither male nor female, and I don't have a single friend, but... a cheap life is a life."

Fang Wuxiang shook his head and said: "Who says you have no friends, you are already my friend."

Yuan Bao could hardly believe his ears.

But Fang Wuxiang continued in his ear: "I should be older than you. If you don't mind, you can regard me as a big brother. If someone is against you, I will try my best to protect you."

The night is as thick as a piece of black amber that cannot be melted.

The damp wood was burning in the fire, making a light crackling sound, as if it was the only sound in the world except the sound of rain.

Yuan Bao fixed Fang Wuxiang's eyes.

He really didn't understand what kind of talent a person must have to tell a lie so sincerely and frankly.

He didn't even dare to think, maybe Fang Wuxiang didn't have this kind of talent, he was frank only because he never lied.

The fire light danced against Fang Wuxiang's cheek, and the clay sculptured Bodhisattva in the corner of the ruined temple seemed to come alive again attached to this face.The cold face covered with cobwebs and dust suddenly became vivid and vivid under the tracing of the fire.

Yuanbao only recognizes gold and silver all his life, and does not believe in gods and Buddhas.

So he really didn't understand why he had such a wonderful feeling.

Fang Wuxiang saw him in a trance, and said: "If you are tired, go to sleep for a while."

"Sleep ass!" Yuan Bao stood up from the ground with his broken arm, and walked in front of Fang Wuxiang, "If you really believe me, follow me to the pier now, and hand over the silver in your hand to the boatman , let him drive us out of this ghost place."

"Leave?" Fang Wuxiang was greatly surprised, "Where are you going?"

"As long as you leave Yingzhou Island, you can go wherever you want to practice."

"During the storm, I'm afraid you can't sail on the sea."

Yuan Bao glanced out of the swaying window: "Let me tell you, compared to what is going to happen, this news is not even drizzle. Yingzhou Island is about to be in chaos. If you don't leave now, it will be too late."

Fang Wuxiang stared at him: "Are you frightened by tonight's case? Although there are many doubts about the deaths of the eunuch and the head arrester, the murderer has already died. I just heard that Mr. Duan ordered the yamen servant to deliver a letter to the provincial yamen. Someone will soon Come here, you don't have to panic too much."

Yuan Bao didn't seem to hear what he said, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you going or not?"

"This……"

"Okay, if you don't go, I'll go by myself." Yuan Bao reached into his pocket, snatched back a handful of broken silver, turned and left.

"You are still seriously injured, at least wait until the rain stops tomorrow morning before leaving."

"I can't wait any longer."

There was silence behind him.

Yuan Bao had already walked to the door, the wind was blowing against his face, and the chilly rain fell on his face, making him feel unspeakably cold.He picked up the dripping red umbrella from the corner of the wall, opened the umbrella, and a gust of wind suddenly penetrated into the bottom of the umbrella, pulling him like an invisible hand, pulling him into a vortex that would never be restored.

The soles of his feet seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't step over this threshold no matter what.

He let out a long cry, then turned around and said, "Fang Wuxiang! Didn't you say you want to protect me? If I go alone now, I will definitely die in the rain. You still don't care about me?"

Fang Wuxiang was startled, and took a few steps forward: "Then shall I take you to the pier first?"

"You take me to the other side."

Fang Wuxiang was silent for a while, nodded and said: "...Okay, wait for me for a while."

He extinguished the bonfire, then simply packed his bags, and straddled the coarse cloth burden across his shoulders.Yuan Bao watched his actions all the time, until he came to his side, then handed him the umbrella in his hand.

When handing over the umbrella, Yuan Bao said in a low voice, "Trust me once, even though I don't have a lot of benevolence and courage, I will never harm you."

Fang Wuxiang clenched the handle of the umbrella and said, "I believe in you." Then he stretched out his hand to wrap Yuan Bao's shoulder.

Although his figure is not burly, he can be called stocky, and one arm is more than enough to protect the thin Yuan Bao. When Yuan Bao is hugged by him, he can only feel warmth coming from his whole body, and the faint smell of smoked firewood lingers around him. Beside, even covering the damp water vapor.

The two held an umbrella together and walked into the torrential rain side by side.

It has been raining for several hours, and the mud on the ground has deepened. The terrain of the island is slope-shaped, and there are rivers everywhere. Thousands of rivers converge and separate, cutting the soil into countless pieces.The world is chaotic, there is no way to go, no way to return, there is only a vastness in the eyes.

Fang Wuxiang has a luggage at least, and Yuanbao has nothing, he can only tuck his hands in his pockets, holding a handful of life-saving broken silver.

The silver was so cold that it pricked his palm like a sharp needle.

Finally he couldn't bear the pain any longer, he let go of his fist, let the broken silver slide back into the depths of his pocket, then spread his five fingers, groping for Fang Wuxiang's hand.

Umbrellas are used to keep out the wind and rain, but some people in the world don't like to use umbrellas.

Like Liu Hongfeng.

He took the umbrella from Liu Qian's hand, and generously gave it to others. He didn't really need an umbrella, but he just liked to see the distraught expression on Liu Qian's face.

Having said that, he was by no means happy to get his clothes wet, and since he had no umbrella he had to walk a little faster than usual.

He knows a kind of miraculous lightness kung fu, which is so fast that even Fengbo Yushi can't catch up. It seems that an invisible barrier has grown on his shoulders, blocking the rainwater from him while walking in the courtyard.

There are many light kung fu masters in the world, but very few people use light kung fu to block the rain, because driving light kung fu is very tiring and consumes a lot of energy, and it is really not worthwhile to kill a chicken with a bull's knife.

Liu Hongfeng is not a fool, he will only use the tiring and light work when it is really necessary.

For example, when chasing Duan Changya.

He could see Duan Changya's back from a distance, his steps were light, his white clothes fluttering, like a clear wave in the muddy water, the sword box behind him was pitch black, but in the cold night it glowed with a black blue light, sharp Even before it was revealed, it already revealed a frightening murderous aura.

It's obviously monotonous black and white, but it makes Liu Hongfeng feel elated.With boundless strength from the soles of his feet, he strode forward with a vigorous step, and caught up with Duan Changya's back in a blink of an eye.

Suddenly there was another person under Duan Changya's black umbrella.

The rain was vast, covering the light of the sky. This man seemed to have grown out of the darkness out of thin air. His bright red clothes were like flames, and his eyes were shining with enthusiasm.

"It's you?"

"It's me." Panting heavily, Liu Hongfeng's face flushed a little, "It's raining really hard, can I lend you