beg for chivalry

In the dark of night, with fallen leaves, a group of silent black figures stood in the courtyard, almost blending into the night.

Surrounding Wang Xiaoyuan are all Houtianlou assassins, but they are different from ordinary assassins who only wear black silk night clothes.Everyone is wearing a shiny black light armor, with iron shoulders and steel hanging edges, which are cold and awe-inspiring.Holding the waist knife and playing cards in their hands, the blood energy faintly diffused in the crowd, making them look like a ghost and resentful spirit charging on the battlefield.

Wang Xiaoyuan looked around, all these people had the same appearance as the Golden Crow, but their eyes were dull, like puppets in a cave.Yan Jiubian panicked for a moment, but quickly calmed down, and said with a smile on his lips: "The reason why we look the same is just following the wishes of the left master. If you can't even tell your own young master, that's really It's called laughing out loud."

"Or," Yan Jiubian looked sideways at the sleeping man whose arms were held by the two assassins, and pointed at him with a folding fan with a sneer, "Can't you recognize that this person is Jin Wu?"

In the silence, his heart was beating like a drum, and Wang Xiaoyuan's hand holding the knife broke out in a cold sweat.He really couldn't recognize whether that person was really the Golden Crow, if the person was awake, he could tell the truth from the fake by observing the words and expressions.But now that the man is closing his eyes, it is even more difficult for him to distinguish.

In an instant, he changed his mind and decided to take a risk and try again.

Yan Jiubian was laughing in his heart, when suddenly he felt a gust of wind blowing against his face.

When I looked again, I found that Wang Xiaoyuan had jumped out like a rabbit, and his right arm stuck out immediately!The blade condensed into a cold silver thread in the moonlight, piercing the eyes of the slumped and drowsy man in a blink of an eye.This person's body is ethereal and light, as elusive as a mirror in water and moon.

The assassins were startled, and they drew their swords out of their sheaths in unison. The blades rubbed in the sheaths and made a sharp and long cry.

The tip of the knife stopped within an inch of the man's chest, Wang Xiaoyuan held the knife intently, and stood silently in front of the man whose face was very similar to the Golden Crow.Thousands of silver threads strangled his body, reflecting the frosty moonlight, and several of them cut through the skin, slightly oozing bright red blood.At the same time, dozens of steel swords were pressing against his head and back. The assassins were startled by his action, and they all pointed their swords at him, for fear that he would move a little.

Wang Xiaoyuan silently stared at the drowsy man who looked very similar to the Golden Crow, but there was no movement at all.If this "young master" was really an assassin pretending to be an assassin, he thought that when he stabbed out, this person would have shown signs of defense, but now he couldn't find any.

"Yu Qiuxia, what are you doing!" Yan Jiubian showed a rare expression of anger, and shouted loudly, "Back off! If you continue to stand there, I will directly strangle his neck!"

Is this person really the Golden Crow?Wang Xiaoyuan hesitated for a moment, but saw the silver thread wriggling like a snake, intertwined densely into a net, tied around the man's vitals from all directions.If he cut the silver thread tied around the head and neck with one knife at this time, Yan Jiubian could also twist the person in half from the bottom of his feet.What's more, with dozens of sword blades of the Houtianlou Assassins against it, he still has to protect the Golden Crow, which is really difficult.

After hesitating for a moment, he slowly backed away.The silver thread was tightly tied to his wrist, and Yan Jiubian's eyes were also attached to his body like a boa constricted.

Wang Xiaoyuan spread his hands and said: "I still don't believe that this person is the young master."

Yan Jiubian snorted coldly: "Then how can I believe it? Everyone has presented it to you here, what other tricks can I play? If you don't believe it, you can try it yourself." But he was laughing cunningly, Wang Xiaoyuan had just stabbed the man to test whether he was an assassin, but he didn't know that Yan Jiubian had picked an assassin earlier, he had been groomed according to the appearance of the Golden Crow, and painstakingly poured poisonous water and twisted his veins, Really created another sick seedling to imitate Jinwu.

After being silent for a while, Wang Xiaoyuan raised his knife and pointed at the fainted man, beckoning to the assassin who was holding his arm, "Take off his single clothes."

Yan Jiubian was dazed when he heard this, he didn't know why the jade swordsman wanted to pick up people's clothes.The assassins hesitated for a moment, then unbuttoned the man's kimono, revealing a body covered in scars, which seemed to glow pale in the moonlight.

Wang Xiaoyuan's eyes fell on the man's chest, there was indeed a scar.It was left when he and Jin Wu confronted Dan Luo in the Magic Moon Palace. Dan Luo manipulated his body with long worms and asked him to accidentally stab Jin Wu with a knife.This scar is hard to remove, leaving a pale mark when the new flesh grows.

Seeing Wang Xiaoyuan's gaze lingering over the man's scar, Yan Jiu became darker and heaved a sigh of relief.He had expected this to happen a long time ago, and when he locked up the Golden Crow in Tianfu, he wrote down all the scars on the man's body, and then re-crushed it with plaster, it can be said that there is almost no difference in the score.Even if Wang Xiaoyuan stared out his eyes here, he would not be able to see the clue.

"Where's the wishful pattern?" Wang Xiaoyuan glanced around, as if he had calmed down a little bit, he believed Yan Jiubian's words to a certain extent, but asked suddenly.

Yan Jiubian squeezed the fan, and said slowly, "Isn't it just on the lute bone? Look carefully with your eyes wide open, but now there should be only one scar left. Jin Wu is so cruel that he can even goug his own flesh." .”

There was indeed a knife scar on the man's lute bone, Wang Xiaoyuan still remembered that it was cut in front of him by Jin Wu with a small straight knife on the night they met Feng Yuan.Repeatedly gouging out the skin and flesh stained by the green lotus juice, it seems that as long as the wishful lines are removed, it will be different from the body of the black-clothed Rakshasa.

Wang Xiaoyuan looked at the scar carefully, but suddenly his heart was shocked, the scar on the Golden Crow's pipa bone was gouged out with a knife, and the incision was uneven, but this person's wound was much smoother!This person is really not the Golden Crow, but a counterfeit.

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoyuan knew it well, raised his face and smiled, "Success, I won't ask any more questions. This person is my young master."

Yan Jiubian's expression was uncertain, he flapped his folding fan a few times, and said, "My business here is not over yet... Hand over the Yubai knife. You have this thing by your side, so I can't let it go Come."

Wang Xiaoyuan blinked and said: "The Yubai knife is the treasure of the gate of Tianshan Town, and the lives of several generations are on it, so how can there be any reason to hand it over casually? I am thinking about the life of the young master, but after all, it is the life of one person, and it cannot be worth the life of one person." Fate." He babbled nonsense, always feeling that Yan Jiubian was trying to blackmail him, so he refused to let go of Yubaidao even if he died.He knew that the "Golden Crow" in front of him was a fake, but where was the real Golden Crow? Why did Yan Jiubian hide it from him?He had to think more carefully.

Yan Jiubian thought about it for a while, this man's sword skills are unparalleled in the world, and it would be useless to take away the Yubai sword, so he clicked his tongue and gave the assassins a look, which seemed to put an end to tonight's affairs.

The assassins led Wang Xiaoyuan to the East Wing, and several locks were tightly fastened on the door.Assassins like black crows perched on the edge of the eaves and under the corridors, and it seemed that a dark cloud had gathered everywhere.

Wang Xiaoyuan stayed in the wing room for a while, but began to pat the fan restlessly, hitting the door with a bang, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Is there anyone? Is there anyone outside? Don't live in this room!" "

He yelled loudly, with gibberish and out-of-key tunes all the time, which alarmed Yan Jiubian after a while.Yan Jiubian came out of the study in a hurry, before he had time to reply to Zuo Buzheng's Lingge, he was tossed about by Wang Xiaoyuan, and now he was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, but he had no choice but to suppress it.

The Cloaked Ghost stopped in front of the East Wing, and asked coldly:

"what happened again?"

Wang Xiaoyuan sat on the ground next to the wooden fan, stroking the stones he picked up in his hand, and throwing them for fun: "I think this place is stuffy to live in, and when I open the window, I can always catch a glimpse of your Houtianlou assassin sneaking into the room." .It doesn’t matter to me, but I’m just afraid that if you relieve your hands on the eaves, you’ll get wet on the window drawer, and you’ll have to listen to the ‘Raining Bells’ all night.”

Yan Jiubian glared at the group of assassins: "What did you do?"

All the assassins shook their heads silently, speaking logically, who would dare to urinate in Yubaidao's guest room?I'm afraid that this person will draw a knife sometime and tear down the walls of this courtyard. Everyone is waiting in full force, holding their breath and lurking.

"Then what are you going to do? It's absolutely impossible to fend off an assassin. No one is looking at you, so how do you know what you'll do?" Yan Jiu became impatient and wanted to come to Jin Wu to face this psoriasis-like figure. There was nothing he could do, and his temper was forced to become more impatient.

Wang Xiaoyuan grinned and said, "I want to change rooms. There is a firewood room on the other side of the back kitchen. I'm used to sleeping in the firewood room. I want to go there."

Yan Jiu became helpless, and waved his hands to call the assassins to come forward, watching the man slowly roll up the quilt like a prisoner, tied it with hemp rope, and moved step by step from the east wing into the firewood room .

The firewood room seemed to have not been cleaned for several years. There were scattered bundles of firewood, the floor was covered with dark bricks, the surroundings were covered with dust, and it was dark, with only one small skylight open.

After the assassins locked the door and disappeared in the night, Wang Xiaoyuan flipped his wrist and took out his pouch.With a slight shake, he poured out broken silver from his pouch.In addition to the broken silver, there are two small spring bottles filled with kerosene; there is also a small pot filled with nitrate charcoal, which Qian Xian'er secretly stuffed in when she talked to him and pushed the silver back.Qian Xian'er is really his brother who wears a pair of open crotch pants and makes friends with him. Some things are not spoken, but there is a tacit understanding in his heart.

Wang Xiaoyuan dipped some saliva on his fingers, checked the direction of the wind, and began to pile up the firewood.The assassins could only observe him from the small skylight, and Wang Xiaoyuan deliberately ducked into the corner so that they could not see clearly what he was doing in the firewood room.After thinking about it carefully, he decided to burn this place and escape far away.

But where else could he go?As Qian Xian'er said, the Tianshan Gate has declined, and the Golden Crow has disappeared.Maybe he can only go back to Evil Ditch, to the place where he took root but which caused him great pain.

"Master, wait a little longer, I'm going to find you."

Facing the gradually rising fire waves, Wang Xiaoyuan murmured, and smiled wryly at Hong Yan in confusion.

At night, tongues of fire suddenly shot up in the courtyard, like bright red lotus flowers, burning the halls of the gates, houses, and halls.The heat wave was surging, and the ghosts ran away in a hurry, drawing water to the well to put out the fire.

The firewood room was especially badly burned, and the original wall stacks and beams could not be seen from the scorched black.

The assassins put out the fire, but saw that the place was in a mess, as if it had been empty from the beginning.