beg for chivalry

The brass bells on the mule's shin jingled crisply, and the two-wheeled cart swayed like waves.The black-clothed assassin huddled on the lacquered board, with a black cloth belt covering his eyes.

Jin Wu was not seriously injured this time. Yu Qiuxia missed the stab with the knife, and Jin Wu didn't allow him to stab it accurately. Instead, he skillfully avoided the viscera the moment the blade entered his body. There was blood all the way on the road, and in the end he also took his life back.

But the most terrible thing is that since Yao Liu was dragged back, before he could catch his breath, the scarred Jin Yi arrived with a vicious aura, and brought a message from Zuo Buzheng, asking him to leave immediately for the next step. Use knives and guns everywhere.Hou Tianzhu never waited for him to recover from injury, so he never had a break.

The car body was bumping and shaking, the straw mat was swaying in the wind, Jin Wu didn't know where the mule cart was going to take him.Sitting on the front board of the car was a person from Tube, who was silent and silent, and only handed him water and food at Mao and Shen times every day.

They walked on the road for a few months, maybe even longer. Jin Wu was blindfolded and could only listen to the noises outside the car to identify his position. At first there were some warm human voices, but then they gradually died down.During the long journey they left the boundary of Fengyuan, the wounds on Jin Wu's body healed the pain, scabs formed, and new pale skin grew, but the wooden wheel was still turning monotonously.

The Raksha ghost simply began to doze off, eating and sleeping like a piggy.I don't know how many days passed, the straw curtain was suddenly lifted, and someone shouted outside: "We're here, we're here!"

Jin Wu tore off the cloth strips over his eyes, grabbed the Japanese sword beside him, and jumped out of the car.

There is a strong fragrance of green plums in the wind, a few light yellow sour plums protrude from the top of the bamboo weaving and mud wall, behind the wall are dilapidated water chestnut tiles, there is no one around, only a few distant barks of dogs.

Tu 42, who was driving the cart, was an old man in a coir raincoat, with half of Dutigui's face torn off, revealing half of his chin.Jin Wu asked him, "Where is this?"

Tu 42 said: "The left building is mainly where you came from."

The old assassin opened the cigarette bun, lit it with a scythe, and pouted to the side while smoking the cigarette. "The person you want to kill is in there."

Jin Wu turned his head, and what appeared in front of him was a dilapidated house.The lacquered red door was loose, and it was leaning against the wall, the weeds were so high that it reached its knees, and the wooden ladle hanging on the head of the shop dangled slowly, revealing the mottled painted swallowing beast on it, not like a personal cigarette. place.When he looked back again, Tu 42 and the two-wheeled vehicle had disappeared, only a few wisps of choking green smoke remained.

Raksha Ghost stood blankly for a while, he didn't know why Zuo Buzheng asked him to come here.That woman has always been capricious, sometimes she wants him to take the heads of the top ten people in Jianghu, and sometimes she throws him in the wilderness to kill an unknown person.

He put the knife away from his waist, jumped into the shadows, and flipped up the blue tiles along the top of the wall.It seems that this place used to be a well-to-do family. Although it is surrounded by thorns and wild vines, you can tell the black throttle of the central gate house, and the tiles are not relatives of the emperor, but they should be a prominent family.

There was no one around, and Tu 42 said that the person he was going to kill was here, but Jin Wu walked around with a knife in his hand, but he still couldn't find him.The courtyard was shaded and the grass was slack. He walked to the ancestral hall unknowingly. The plaque was taken off, and he couldn't tell the real name of the family.A large plaque hangs between the deep wooden beams: "Blue blood and red heart".

When Jin Wu saw this word, he took a step into the ancestral hall unconsciously, and there was another plaque behind the plaque: "Serve the public for the country".

It was as if an invisible hand had pushed on his spine, and he couldn't stop walking.In the ancestral hall there is an altar with short legs, a few plum branches are inserted in the copper censer, and a few reincarnation tablets are poured among the scattered incense ashes.Jin Wu stretched out his hand to turn it over, but before turning it over, he suddenly heard a shout from above his head:

"—Don't move!"

The roar sounded like thunder, and it made the eardrums hurt. Jin Wu shuddered, first pulled out the knife in his hand a few inches, and then looked up suddenly.

I saw a black shadow jumping down from the sky!The man was on the beam before, hiding in the shadow of the melon pillar, and even the assassin Jin Wu didn't notice it, but now he was talking nonsense, yelling, and waving his arms and legs, and flew towards him.The man knocked out with a punch, which made the scabbard tremble and tremble. Jin Wu was in a daze, but suddenly he was punched again by the man, hitting his arm firmly, and the pain was unbearable——his body was hit in one blow. The arm is discounted!

Jin Wu's eyes shrank suddenly, and he broke out in a cold sweat.The person he met was too strong, and he was so strong that he couldn't imagine it!He didn't have a chance to make a knife at all, just facing this person, his knees began to shiver, shaking non-stop.

In the past, he had never been so embarrassed when he competed with the masters of the rivers and lakes. He was so frightened that he couldn't move. This distraction caused the man to grab his neck again and pinch his five fingers into his flesh like iron clamps.

The hand was rough and thin, like a dead branch.The Raksha ghost struggled from suffocation, and the other finger managed to reach the handle of the knife, but was twisted by the man again, twisting the wrist bone out of its socket.The man forced him to the ground, stepped on his knees, and laughed.

This movement is smooth and smooth, and the shots are all in the flash of lightning, and it is almost impossible to smash Jin Wu on the spot.Jin Wuben still wanted to struggle, and bit the man's tiger's mouth with his teeth, but was hit by the man's heavy fist in the stomach. He lost his mind for a moment and passed out.

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The wild grass in the mansion is luxuriant, overflowing the stone brick steps, climbing up the vermilion walls and painted doors, swaying sadly in the wind like a sea tide.

Squatting behind the broken wall was a crooked figure. It was an old beggar in ragged clothes. He was digging carelessly in the ground with a crescent shovel with a broken handle. He was having a great time.

The little kids in the neighborhood poked their heads out of the walls and shouted, "Hey, old madman."

The old beggar looked up, only to hear the children giggling and saying, "Old rules, let us throw you shit balls, and we'll give you something to eat, okay?"

Hearing this, the old beggar clapped his hands and said with a silly smile, "Okay, okay. Come on, just come more."

There are elders in this group of children who are manure husbands, who are in charge of the canals in Qingjin City, and they also follow to carry the manure buckets and connect them to the toilet circle.At this time, they threw the dung all over the old beggar's head, throwing and smashing it, and someone said: "The dung ball is gone!"

"You have a square head, don't you know how to rub some mud and mix it in?" Another person scolded back.

Another person said: "Boring! This crazy old man won't scold us, beat us, and never fight back. We have to steal dung to beat him. It's really boring!"

Others pushed him off the wall: "Go away, you boring people, let's continue talking!" Eighty times, beat your ass into three pieces!"

The old beggar looked at them, just laughed maniacally, the harder others beat him, the happier he was, and the saliva dripped from his toothless mouth.The children in the neighborhood here know that he is a rotten persimmon who can be bullied as long as he promises to give him something to eat.

The little dolls were tired, someone threw a bit of rough dough, the old beggar happily picked it up, lay down on the ground and kowtowed, "Thank you, thank you all!" He babbled nonsense, and the children roared Laughing, he threw another mud ball over, "It's a mistake!"

So the old beggar was confused, knocked his head back again, and shouted loudly, "Thank you, Master Dongling Puji! Patriarch Chen Tuan! Uncles Cao!"

The weirder he was, the more the little dolls laughed heartily, and the more they loved to tease him from time to time.At this moment, the old beggar said madly, "I, I want to give you food too."

The children felt strange, but they saw him throw the crescent shovel aside, and dug out a three-foot-long thing from the ground, it was a bamboo-leaf snake spewing letters!

The old beggar held it with a smile, grabbed the snake's head and shouted, "Go on! Snake bone chicken stew!"

When he said "continue", the children were so frightened that they turned over and pissed down the wall, screaming and running away in all directions.No one knows what a lunatic will do in the next moment. In short, it probably won't be a good thing.

In a blink of an eye, the wall was swept away. The old beggar didn't understand what had happened, he stared at the bamboo leaf snake's head, then simply raised his hand, and casually threw the snake back into the grass.He got up and patted his legs, and went crookedly to the main courtyard, and when he entered the family hall, he sat down on the ground, patted the face of the person beside him, and shouted.

"Dawn, wake up, chicken pecking ass!"

Jin Wu fell into a stupor for a while, and when he slapped him like this, he felt a burning pain in his cheek, and he almost didn't knock his teeth out of order. This man's hands are surprisingly strong, breaking his hands and feet is as easy as breaking straws .

He tried his best to lift his eyelids, only to see that this man was disheveled, disheveled, his face was covered with donkey manure, and he smelled like an old beggar.

But it was this old beggar who broke his arm with one punch just now, and dislocated his wrist with another twist. Fortunately, he fainted early, otherwise he would be worse than a human pig at this time.The old slippery man was very careful, searched his whole body, threw all the hidden weapons and darts aside, and tied him to the chair with hemp rope.

"Who... are you?" Jin Wu took a few breaths, his throat so dry and sore.

The old beggar nodded frantically to himself, then poked him again. "I don't know. You should know. You came to kill me, don't you know who I am?" The old lunatic turned his head, winked for a while, and clapped his hands suddenly, "Yes! Yes, yes, I am your ancestor ! Your uncle! You bastard! You son of a bitch!"

Every time he said a word, he punched Jin Wu, causing the Raksha ghost to feel pain and numb all over, and the sour water in his stomach flooded.He beat him hard, and Jin Wu gasped and dodged to the side, and accidentally bumped into the edge of the altar.

The old beggar suddenly turned pale with fright, and pounced on the altar, shouting, "Donkey thief! What are you going to do to my wife?"

Jin Wu was relieved for a moment|pain in his body, and he was suddenly stunned: "Daughter-in-law? Who is your daughter-in-law?"

The old beggar grabbed the tablets and grinned: "These are all. They are all mine."

The Raksha ghost couldn't stand it, and scolded: "They are all memorial tablets for dead people, are you marrying a coffin as your wife?"

The old beggar said: "What's the matter? I love to marry, and it loves to marry. Can't we be a couple?" His muddy and rough hands brushed the messy hair on the forehead of the black-clothed Raksha, covering it, After a while, he said, "Sure enough, my brain is burnt out."

Jin Wu was furious at being judged like this by a crazy old man.But after saying this, he felt slightly dizzy and became more drowsy, probably due to the unhealed old injury.His physical condition is not very good. When he first started as an assassin, people from the Ministry of Finance said that his bones were severely damaged, and he should not have taken the path of martial arts, but Jin Wu is not an ordinary stubborn person, he prefers to be someone else. Feel impossible.

The old lunatic left him in the ancestral hall and went wild outside.I don't know that a day or two passed, the sun rose in the east and the moon set in the west, the wind whimpered and whimpered, Jin Wu was in pain and unbearable, hungry and cold, there was no roast chicken or pears on the altar table.His hand was broken and he couldn't move, and he seemed to have hallucinations amid thirst and hunger.

The dream is about the scene when he made a mistake when he was a child, he was scolded head and face, served with a cane whip for a round, and then thrown into the firewood room and locked up.After going there for a long time, he even felt that the woodshed was the safest and most peaceful place, where he could not hear cynicism, and he didn't have to care about staring at him coldly.

Jin Wu was so hungry, he felt as if his body had been sucked out suddenly, his chest was shriveled and stuck to his back, and his stomach was rumbling pitifully.

At this moment, warm water drops fell on his chapped lips. He sipped it like a person in a panic, but he felt an unusual stench. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the old beggar was handing a dead fish with a severed head to it. Above his face, the tail of the fish was still twitching, it wasn't water, it was fish blood!

The black-clothed assassin shook his head violently and spat blood on the ground, making him sick.The old beggar said: "Aren't you hungry and thirsty? Didn't you taste the taste of blood when you broke your baby teeth? You are delicate!" Then he tore off the scales of the fish with his teeth, chewed the fish and shouted: "It's delicious, tasty!"

The raksha ghost's aura was like a thread, and he said intermittently: "Let... let me go."

"Let you go? What's the good of letting you go?" The old beggar paced around him, "Are you trying to kill me? Let you kill me?" Crazy or fake.

Jin Wu took a deep breath and opened his eyes with difficulty.

He thought for a while, and managed to squeeze out a few words.

"Raw...it's too bad. I'll help you grill the fish."