beg for chivalry

Ten days later, Fengyuan City.

A crowd of people crowded West Street, and the noise was deafening.The intersection next to Andingfang is especially crowded, and it looks like a dense colony of ants at a glance.The peddlers in front of the hall anxiously unloaded their burdens and pushed their way into the crowd on tiptoe, while the female guests flapped their fans and poked out their snow-white necks from behind the railings of official pens.Everyone is looking towards the street corner, desperately trying to get through the cracks.

Early in the morning, there was a small poplar suitcase quietly placed at the intersection of the street, and no one knew who left it there.The people behind the stalls hurried by, their leather shoes rubbing their plain surfaces and bumping over the corners of boxes, but no one came to claim them.

At noon, a few gangsters in silk hats and silk clothes were eager to pry the lock hanging on the box, but they were all terrified by the contents inside.

There is a person in the box.

Both hands and feet are present, the body is intact, but the head is missing.

The number of spectators gradually increased, with three floors inside and three floors outside, completely enclosing the street.A traveler leaning on a bamboo joint passed through the crowd. He covered his head with a straw hat and wore a straight plain robe. He was dirty and dusty. He swayed at every step and staggered, as if a gust of wind could blow him down. .

In the noisy room, some people couldn't see the scene ahead, and curiously asked others. "What happened up front?"

The smuggler was heartbroken: "Hey, haven't you heard of the Martial League Conference? Recently, all the top fighters from all over the world gathered in Fengyuan City, and the leader of the Martial League gathered together a group of heroes, and finally captured that villain!"

But the man was still puzzled, "Evil man, which one are you talking about?"

"Speaking of villains, how can there be someone superior in this world?" the peddler yelled, poking the ground several times with a wooden pole.

"Of course it's a black-clothed Rakshasa!"

The traveler wearing the straw hat took a breath, turned his steps for some reason, and moved towards the street with difficulty.

He walked with difficulty in the sweaty linen shirt, and people's backs seemed to form a continuous mountain, densely packed in front of his eyes, whispering like a swarm of flies, and some of them were sneering and cursing, or clapping their hands for joy.His heart was heavy, but his legs were trembling, and he had to rest for a while after taking a step.

A black-painted suitcase was overturned on the ground, and blood flowed out from the bottom hole, soaking the blue bricks.A pale hand turned out of the box, shining brightly in the sunlight.Everyone pointed around the suitcase, but they didn't dare to go forward, they were only surprised and curious about the tragic scene.

Cao Li Xingke moved to the front of the crowd, and the crowd talked behind his ears: "Is it really a black-clothed Rakshasa?"

"Yes, it must be! The copper face of the Rakshasa is in the man's arms, and he just took it out to see, it is exactly the same as the one in the engraving!"

Xingke staggered forward, and all of a sudden a hundred eyes rested on him.The traveler leaning on a bamboo stick was covered in dirty hands and looked like a beggar; at the same time, he seemed to be out of his mind and walked up to the suitcase.

Inside the box was stuffed a headless corpse soaked in blood, and the blood drew dark lines along the cracks in the bricks, intertwining coquettishly into a net.Mosquitoes and flies buzzed and circled, and landed on that pale arm.

The body was covered with a soap-colored silk dress with narrow sleeves wrapped around it, and the arms and legs showed signs of being creased by the quiver.He recognized it as Houtianlou's attire.Maybe it was quite resented by others, someone took a hook, sickle and hatchet, and angrily hacked at the corpse, making horrible mottled cracks.

He murmured in disbelief: "The Rakshasa in black?"

The Jianghu order of the Wumeng was posted all over the streets and alleys, and he had also heard that Wu Wugong, the leader of the Wumeng, hated Houtianlou Raksha so much that if he was caught, he would be lynched to death.

All the voices were discussed together, and some spectators shouted behind him: "Hey, that little brother over there, if you are not relieved, we will give you the knife, and you can chop it twice!" Someone gloated: "It's a good death!" , A wonderful death! It's a pity that the whole body has not been seen, if his head is still there, we will hold his eyes and chop them into mud!"

Someone threw up a kitchen knife and brought it up from the butcher's shop.Stained with blood and flesh foam, the blade was slightly curled, as if it had been used to chop on a headless corpse.

The straw hat walker suddenly rushed forward like a madman, and picked up the corpse from the bloody water.

Seeing his crazy behavior, the spectators couldn't help being surprised, and the whispers became more and more serious.But Keke lifted the corpse out of the box as if no one was there, placed it on the bluestone bricks, and untied the headless corpse's skirt with trembling hands.

"Hey, what are you doing!" "Don't look, he doesn't have any money on him, it's just bad luck!"

Under the terrifying gap, a mark was particularly glaring on the purple skin, and it happened to land on the lute.There seemed to be a bang in his head—it was Houtianlou's wishful pattern!

At that moment he lost his voice.He remembered that night when the candles were on and off, like snow and moonlight streaming on that person, at that time he clearly saw a black ruyi pattern on the bone of Jin Wu's lute.

A sharp pain suddenly seized my heart, and the world was suddenly dead and dark, only the blood glaringly flowing in front of my eyes.

He was panting, feeling empty in his heart, trembling again, touched the headless corpse lightly, and asked:

"...Master?"

-

Along the Zishui River are clusters of pointed reeds, white and thin, trembling in the wind.The river is wide, glowing with the light of a mirror, and there is no end in sight.

Yu Qiuxia moved to the shore in a daze, not knowing what he was doing.A wooden raft was hidden among the reeds, and green grass grew there.He lay on the raft, poked it with a bamboo stick, and the arbor drifted away.

He was dizzy, his eyeballs wouldn't move, and he stared at the sky stupidly.The sun is sinking, the sunset is dim, and the sound of insects is one after another.He almost rolled and crawled away from West Street before, and took the Raksha copper noodles from the suitcase before leaving.He thought about taking the suitcase away, but now that his body is broken, what can he do?

"Am I late?"

Yu Qiuxia picked up the copper surface with the tip of a stick, and asked it blankly.

He blamed himself so much.When he stabbed Jin Wuyi in the cave of Changyue Palace, that man should be seriously injured and unable to move.The Martial League again posted orders to capture the black-clothed Rakshasa. He thought in horror: Maybe Jin Wu was caught and sentenced to death by them, and his head was even chopped off and thrown in the market.

In this way, it took him several months to heal his injuries, and it took him a lot of time to escape from the Tianshan Gate. When he returned to Fengyuan City, he was already dressed in rags and bruised all over his body.But he didn't get everything, but kept losing.He escaped from the Tianshan Gate, broke his veins, lost many memories, and failed to save anyone in the end.

The mountains are low and slow, glowing with vast deep green, and the sound of gurgling water never stops echoing in my ears.Yu Qiuxia hugged the copper face and closed her eyes.

He remembered that Yi Niang once told him a story, saying that there is a river in Dongyue, which is long and winding. If you swim downstream and float for seven days and seven nights, you can swim into the Nai River without knowing it.He can see all the dead there. At that time, the joys and sorrows of the world, love and hatred are all gone.

Yu Qiuxia thought, if he could also drift from the Zishui River to the Santu River, he might be able to meet his young master in a hurry.

But when he thought about it, he suddenly felt very sad, and his heart felt as painful as being split in two.He turned his back on the world and went to Tianshan to practice swords, for the sake of the Golden Crow.It seemed that as long as the man was rescued, all the suffering in the world would not be called suffering.

Unknowingly, he began to cry sadly, and then wailed in an ugly way. Anyway, no one in the world would notice him crying here, and no one would stop him from weeping for the worst devil in the world.

Yu Qiuxia's voice became hoarse after the raft had been floating for an unknown amount of time, but he was still very sad, crying like a child, with tears sliding down his cheeks and falling into the cracks in the wood.

The chirping of insects around seemed to be in harmony with his crying, rustling.The dense tree shadows swayed, enveloping him in the cold.The raft got into the reed bamboo bushes and moved unsteadily.Yu Qiuxia was crying uncontrollably, when she suddenly heard a voice from the shore, shouting from afar:

"do not Cry!"

Maybe it's a farmer's family in the wilderness, who wants to go back from the field.Yu Qiuxia paused for a moment, then howled.When he was sad, no one could stop him, he insisted on running out the golden beans.

The man may have been disturbed by Yu Qiuxia's crying and howling, so he stepped into the water, stepped on the raft, and cursed. "Why are you crying? Are you crying for your uncle or nephew? Why don't you become a singer and a singer, and just cry like ghosts and wolves here?"

Yu Qiuxia wiped his eyes: "Oh, don't worry about me, I'm sad because someone died in my family." His eyes were red and swollen from crying, and his lungs hurt when he gasped.

When he said the word "death", the corner of his mouth twitched, and he was about to cry again with tears in his eyes.

The man said impatiently: "My family also died. I have never seen you crying like you."

Yu Qiuxia cried twice, sniffed and said, "Then we are like-minded... Well, no, it's the same sickness, why don't we cry together and express our grief together."

The man sneered, but said: "Tears will only flow more and more, and the more you cry, the sadder you will always be. I've heard of a way to replace your tears with water, so that you can wake up a little bit."

The speaker bent over to scoop up a handful of water, Yu Qiuxia suddenly became alert, but it was already too late - a large handful of cold water poured down on his head and face, it was icy cold and made him suffocate.He choked on a few sips of water, his nose and eye sockets were sour, and he finally realized: this person's voice is hoarse and deep, it's clearly a voice he's heard before!

Yu Qiuxia shuddered, "Less..."

Before he could finish speaking, he received another heavy punch on the bridge of the nose, which made Yu Qiuxia's eyes flash with stars. In a panic, he breathed into the veins of his bones, and without caring about the pain, he covered his nose look up.

The moonlight poured down from the shadows of the trees, like shiny broken silver, sparkling and jumping on the water.The plain white moonlight fell on the man's face, reflecting a pair of green eyes shining brightly, and half of the jet-black silk garment was submerged in the water, swaying slightly with the ripples.Yu Qiuxia stayed there for a long time, trembling suddenly, this was a kind of joy mixed with shock and fear, his lips trembled, the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter a word.

"Are you sober now?"

The Golden Crow stepped into the water and stood beside the raft with clenched fists, his face was so cold that it seemed to be covered with frost, but in the moonlight it was somewhat soft.He tilted his head slightly and said. "Wang Xiaoyuan."