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Now that he agreed to Wen Zhiru, Jin Yihui really ordered his subordinates to pack their luggage and prepare the carriage at dawn, and left Taiyuan City with Wen Zhiru without even delaying the formal farewell to Liu Zhifu.

The street itself was sparsely populated in the early morning, not to mention it was winter, the carriage drove all the way out of the city gate not long after.

Wen Zhiru sat in the carriage and looked at the city gate that was drifting away. The unreasonable uneasiness in his heart did not ease in the slightest, and he subconsciously clenched his fists.

Since Jin Yihui found out that something was wrong with him, he decided to give up riding and accompany him in the carriage. Seeing his appearance now, he put his arms around the other's shoulder in concern, "What's wrong with you? Ever since I saw that Qi Hai After being murdered, he just lost his mind."

"I..." Wen Zhiru shook his head, "I can't say, I just feel flustered, as if something big is about to happen."

"Don't think too much." Jin Yihui pulled him into a comfortable sitting position and leaned against his chest, "Perhaps you shouldn't have followed me to see those things at that time, you haven't slept well all night, rest first Just a little while! Maybe it will be good when I wake up."

"At this time, how long will it take to return to the capital at the earliest?"

It is approaching the twelfth lunar month, and there are more and more days of snowfall, even on the flat official road, there will be a lot of obstacles.

"If you let the accompanying guards go on the road without sleep, it will be seven or eight days, but if you walk at night, it may be dangerous." Jin Yihui paused, "Zhiru, I know you are worried What, I will let the guards hurry up and try not to delay on the road. Once they enter the capital, they will immediately enter the palace and report the evidence and what they saw and heard along the way to the emperor, so that those people will not take advantage of it. "

"Yeah." Wen Zhiru wanted to say something more, but in the man's arms, the warmth and comfort made his drowsiness overwhelmed, and he hardly had the energy to say another word, and he closed his eyes. Eyes fell asleep.

The carriage drove steadily on the official road for four days. During this period, except for a brief rest at night when encountering wind and snow, the group of people hurried on the road almost non-stop.

Seeing that the journey is halfway through, the road ahead is getting more and more difficult.

There are many mountains and cliffs on this section of the road. Even if it is an official road, it is too far away from the town after all, so it is inevitable that there will be places in disrepair.

Jin Yihui had to slow down, which greatly intensified Wen Zhiru's inner anxiety, and he was a little out of control all day long. Jin Yihui wanted to comfort him, but he couldn't do anything.

So the danger finally came on the afternoon of the sixth day they left Taiyuan City.

The carriage was traveling on the lonely official road, but the sound of horseshoes in the distance came like rolling waves. By the time they realized the danger, they were surrounded by hundreds of cavalry troops.

"Who are you?" It was An Le who was driving the carriage who asked first.

The team in front was neatly divided into two sides at this time, and a burly man in black armor in the army came slowly on a horse, "Anyway, death is imminent, so what does it matter if you know? Go to the underworld and ask Lord Yan to avenge your grievances?"

"Presumptuous! Do you know who is sitting in this carriage? How dare you dare to offend my master."

"Hahahaha..." The man laughed arrogantly, and the ear-piercing echo resounded through the valley, which was particularly frightening, "I came here because I knew about it. Who let you know too much, and offended people who shouldn't be offended. "

"Aren't you afraid of destroying the Nine Races?"

"Afraid?" A bloodthirsty joking smile flashed in his eyes, "You will all die here if you don't stay here in a while, and if it gets out, it's just that your fate is bad, and you met robbers on your way. Who cares about the truth? ?”

Wen Zhiru, who had heard this conversation in the carriage, couldn't bear it long ago. Although he was scared, he couldn't help but want to lift the curtain to see who the other party was.

Jin Yihui grasped Wen Zhiru's already cold hand, "Don't be afraid, I promise to protect you well. Although there are many of them, the guards around us are all masters. Besides, I also practiced martial arts since childhood. Dealing with a mere 200 people is no problem."

"En." Wen Zhiru nodded, and also squeezed the opponent's hand.At this time, he didn't want to say anything, such as "be careful and be safe", and he didn't want his worries to affect his emotions.

Jin Yihui was about to turn around and get out of the car at this time, An Le, who was sitting in front of the carriage, pressed the curtain of the car, and said in a low voice: "Young master, your status is honorable, please leave this to your subordinates first, and your subordinates will try their best in a while Procrastinate, you drive the carriage and escape from here as soon as possible with Young Master Wen."

Weighing the pros and cons, thinking of the important evidence on him at the moment, Jin Yihui did not stop the other party, "Okay. You are my guard, and it is your duty to protect me, but I want you to remember to take care of yourself no matter what the situation is." Your safety, I want you to live, this is an order."

"Yes, young master." When she answered this sentence, An Le had already got off the carriage.

Soon there was the sound of fighting outside, Wen Zhiru had never seen such a scene in his two lifetimes, and his heart was already in his throat.

He thought that he was not afraid of death, people who had already died once would not have so much fear, but this time there were too many concerns around him, his friends, family, and the man he loved the most.

Fortunately, An Le, Leng Feng, Leng Yun, and a few guards specially selected by Jin Yihui when he left Beijing were very good at reaching out, and they quickly gained the upper hand.

From left to right, they fought hard to cut a bloody road out of the encirclement in front of them. Jin Yihui saw the timing, jumped out of the carriage, waved the whip in his hand, and drove the carriage forward.

However, at the next moment, a black shadow skipped over from above, and landed steadily on top of the horse.

"What a good plan, I was almost escaped by you." While speaking, the man smashed the roof of the carriage with his palm, and dragged the person inside out.

Jin Yihun had to tighten the reins and stop the carriage.Turning around, it turned out to be the big man in armor just now.

"Let him go!" he roared, drawing his sword in one hand to fight him.

"Don't be impatient, my son." The big man pulled out a dagger from his waist, and pressed the cold blade against Wen Zhiru's neck, reflecting the dazzling light through the surrounding white snow in the sun, "You are so loud, I'm afraid my hands will shake..."

"You..." With his life at stake, Jin Yihui had to lower his posture, "Let him go, what you want is on me."

"Hun! Hiss—"

Wen Zhiru shook his head and wanted to tell him not to compromise easily, those people came here with the purpose of killing people, and now handing over their only bargaining chip would only cost them their lives in vain.

However, before he could speak, the sharp blade cut through his skin, and the scorching pain and inner fear made him unable to speak a word for a while.

Seeing the crimson liquid staining the skirt of the clothes along the skin, Jin Yihui also panicked, "Zhiru, don't move!"

"Huh?" The man raised his chin, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "My lord, swords have no eyes, you know what to do!"

Jin Yihui was about to reach out to take out the evidence from the interlayer in the carriage.

"Master!" An Le broke out of the siege at some point and came to his side.Behind him, there are also cold wind and cold clouds coming here.

Jin Yihui knew what they meant, but it was a life-and-death struggle whether to hand over the things. He secretly winked at Anle. Comprehended, he turned around and surrounded the pursuers behind him.

"The thing you are looking for is here, you let him go first." Jin Yihui waved the bright yellow imperial decree.

"Master Shizi thinks you are still qualified to negotiate terms with me?" The man shook the dagger in his hand, "You must let me see the authenticity of things first."

"Okay." Jin Yihui gritted his teeth, and unfolded the holy decree in front of the other party, "Can you see it clearly?"

"good."

"I'll throw something over and you'll let go."

"It's fair." The man didn't care at all.

Anyway, it's all meat on the chopping board, and now it's just to play with these people for a while, wouldn't it be fun to die too quickly.

Jin Yihui glanced at An Le who was not far away, and the other party returned him a positive look.

Immediately, he threw the imperial decree in his hand to a high place...

Just taking advantage of the moment when the big man raised his head——

Jin Yihui picked up the opponent's dagger with his long sword, and An Le flew towards the big man's heart with his palm.

The big man was too busy to take care of himself, so Jin Yihui took advantage of this opportunity to pull Wen Zhiru back into his arms.

Over there, An Le was already entangled with the big man.

"I..." Wen Zhiru finally escaped, and wanted to say something to express his gratitude for saving his life, but his heart was beating so hard that even his breathing became short of breath.

"How about your wound?" Jin Yihun looked closely at the bloodstain on his neck, but luckily it was just a skin trauma.

"I'm fine." Wen Zhiru looked up at An Le, who was still fighting with others on the roof of the carriage. It was obvious that he seemed to be having some difficulty in the one-on-one fight, and Leng Feng and Leng Yun behind him were also trying to prevent another group of people from moving towards this place. Offensive, "You don't have to worry, I can take care of myself, you go and help him!"

"Okay. You must be careful."

After leaving this sentence, Jin Yihui has joined the battle.

If the big man was able to handle with ease before, he was obviously unable to cope with the attacks of two people at the same time.

Jin Yihui saw the opportunity and struck straight at the opponent's throat with his sword. The man barely blocked it with the dagger in his hand, but what was waiting for him was An Le's sneak attack from the other side.

Even he himself thought that this time he might really be invincible, but he saw that An Le's movements suddenly stopped in mid-air, with a dagger stuck in his back.He opened his mouth wide, turned his head in disbelief, and at some point there was a man in black behind him.

"division--"

The man in black had his face covered, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but it was just a pair of black eyes. An Le had already recognized the man, but he didn't give An Le a chance to finish the word, and pulled out the blade suddenly, The blood gushing out in an instant is so dazzling in the silvery white world around.

Then, An Le fell down without a sound.

At that time, Wen Zhiru felt the chill that drained all the blood from his body. He thought that he had already been numb from the cold in this icy world, but now it was as if he had fallen into the bitingly cold ice water. are being tortured.

The friendship between him and Anle is not like that of Jin Yihui who has been with him for more than ten years, but it is only a short time along the way. He has already regarded this loyal servant as his own, especially when investigating in Yangquan Town. During the murder case, he even helped himself a lot.

All the pictures are vivid in my mind, but now this person is lying motionless in a pool of blood.

He could hardly stand still, and staggered back a big step.

After the cold wind got rid of it quickly, one of the soldiers who was pestering him ran over to help Wen Zhiru, "Master, are you okay?"

"I'm... fine." The situation seemed to be getting worse, Wen Zhiru tried to hide his uneasiness as much as possible, but his pale face said everything.

Jin Yihui also had to be on full alert at this time. Before he and An Le were hostile, the big man finally gained the upper hand. Now An Le has...

He had to face two of them alone, and the new man in black just killed with a sharp knife technique...

"I haven't seen you for many years, but my disciple's martial arts has improved again."

"Master...Master?"

When the son was six or seven years old, he was sent out to learn martial arts by the virtuous prince, and he went away for seven or eight years. Later, the concubine's health gradually became weaker, and she really missed her son so she brought her back.

The master he worshiped at that time was the eldest disciple of a legendary master in the martial arts. That hero had been a chivalrous hero all his life, roaming all over the world, his whereabouts were erratic, and he had never taken in many apprentices, so that many people who came here attracted Worshiped under the sect of this great disciple.

Recalling those days, Master's earnest teaching, he has always respected Master as a father, never thought...he would...

Jin Yihui's hand holding the long sword began to tremble slightly, "Why? Since childhood, Master taught us to be upright, not to have evil thoughts in our hearts, and not to rely on our own martial arts to bully the weak. Why..."

"Why? You were born in the royal family, so you know the truth better than me. This world is nothing more than winners and losers. My teacher thought that you should have woken up to this kind of lying to children at your age!"

"No, it shouldn't be like this." Jin Yihui was really angry at this time, the most respected person in his life was colluding with the treacherous minister.

"Okay! You're already late, and you're still wasting time talking about the old days?" The big man interjected dissatisfiedly, "The prince is still waiting for me to return to my command twice. It's not easy to walk in the snow after dark."

"That's right." The man in black jumped out of the carriage, threw away the dagger that was still dripping blood, drew out his saber and approached Jin Yihui step by step, "Disciple, how can you know your martial arts as a teacher?" However, similarly, you should also understand the master's martial arts, so why do you have to do unnecessary death struggles? Why don't you just obediently catch him with your arms tied up, read it as a teacher and apprentice, and give you a good time as a teacher."

"Since you will die sooner or later, why bother to say these superfluous words." Jin Yihui smiled meaninglessly, "Master, after today, no matter whether it is death or life, the fate between you and me as a master and apprentice is over, and my disciple has offended——" As he said that, he had pre-emptively stabbed a sword fiercely.

Jin Yihui's martial arts and swordsmanship are all taught by this man. How can these small tricks hurt the other party at all? Fortunately, he is young and strong, and he is more powerful than the man in black who is already over half a hundred years old. Being more flexible and powerful, the two fought inextricably for a while, and there was no distinction between superiority and inferiority.

It's just that he is inexperienced, and he doesn't have the ruthlessness of the man in black. In addition, he has consumed too much energy in the previous fight, and after hundreds of moves, he gradually loses his strength.

The man in black saw this opportunity, and suddenly moved behind Jin Yihui, and before the opponent could turn around to resist, he had already slapped him hard on the back.

"Pfft—" Jin Yihui spat out a mouthful of blood, and could hardly stand still.

"Cold wind!" Wen Zhiru shouted hastily.

"Yes, sir."

Leng Feng immediately rushed over to help, before he took a step, the big man was already standing in front of him.

"Don't worry, if you want to save your master, you can beat him first!" Before the words finished, the man had already made a move, the speed was so fast that Leng Feng took a step back, breaking out in a cold sweat.

He is a warrior who has been through the battlefield for a long time. He doesn't pay attention to every move and style of the people in the martial arts. He is just a person who has survived the long-term killing, and every move reveals a fierce killing intent.

It can be seen that Leng Feng is a little powerless to deal with this big man.

On the other side, Jin Yihun's body was wounded by the long sword of the man in black again, and there were shocking bloodstains on the pale brocade robe.

His footsteps became heavy, and every resistance seemed to exhaust all the strength in his body.

Wen Zhiru never felt that he was so useless. He stood there, watching everyone around him fight to the death, but he couldn't do anything.

Finally, Jin Yihun's resistance reached its limit, and Wen Zhiru saw that the bright silver sword was about to pierce his chest straight...

"No!" He roared at the top of his lungs, trying to push him away, but the distance of less than ten steps seemed so far away at this moment. He ran hard, but that person was always in front of him. out of reach...

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