beg for chivalry

Since Jin Wu received the Shravaka order, more than half a month has passed suddenly.

During this period of time, the Rakshasa ghost seemed to have disappeared without a trace, and there was no news from him like a mud cow drowning in the sea.The moon rises and the sun sets, the wind, rain and scorching sun invade the eaves of the temple, and the wind bells under the corridor jingle day after day.The assassins came and went like migratory birds, but they gathered and dispersed after staying for a while.

There was no sound in the paper tent.The wind is warm and the sun is warm, and the golden sun shines on the bare back through the plum tent.Yan Jiubian raised his eyes tiredly and looked at Gongfenmei beside the bedpost, the flower buds were hanging on the branches before falling to the ground, lonely and lonely, as if they would disappear in the wind in the next moment.

The woman's fingertips caressed his black hair lovingly.But this gentle caress seemed thrilling to Yan Jiubian.Her ten fingers are like sharp swords and claws, which can cut open a person's stomach in an instant, and teach people to show their courage.She suddenly clung to Yan Jiubian's ear and said softly:

"...Shui Jiu?"

These two words are like thunder, which can teach Yan Jiubian to be terrified and terrified.Zuozhuzhu didn't call them by their real names on the bed, only called them Yiqing.But now, not only did she not call him that, she also clearly named him by his name.

"Yes." Yan Jiubian replied hoarsely, lying on the bed and not daring to move.

Zuo Buzheng stretched out his hand suddenly, and turned his face forcefully.She was born with crescent eyebrows and white teeth, and she was magnificent, and everyone was moved by her beauty.But those eyebrows are like rainy clouds, dark and heavy on people's hearts.She smiled casually, "You've gotten closer to Jin Wu recently, haven't you?"

Ever since Jin Wu told him frankly that he was the "young landlord" that everyone in the building used to say, Yan Jiubian had been more careful.In the past, he always felt that this son was as unattainable as the sky, after all, he was just a little-known little character, and he never dared to compare himself to the leader of the ministries, but now he never thought that he was within reach.

Yan Jiubian hesitated for a moment, and said: "Yes, he became a subordinate supporter for a few months ago. But a few days ago, he received a voice-hearing order, and now he is nowhere to be seen."

"Does he believe you?" the woman whispered in his ear as if panting.

"... Believe... Believe." Duoyigui remembered the appearance when he put his hand on his face. At that time, Jin Wu's eyes were scattered, his eyes trembling like blue sky and spring water, and he didn't have much resistance to his movements.Assassins would not let untrustworthy people get to the key points, and Jin Wu, as his partner, seemed to be sincere.

The woman sneered slightly, her voice was soft and charming, but it carried an undoubted danger, like a poisonous snake, "Then I will entrust you with something, you must listen carefully, and you must not miss it."

"He has received the Shravaka, and will return to the temple in a few days. But he is still a knife that has not been fully cut, and the Shravaka is really too heavy for him. With his current ability, how can he go back to the temple?" Then the land of tigers and wolves retreats completely?"

Yan Jiubian silently listened to Zuozhuzhu's murmur, his heart tightened suddenly, and he unconsciously grabbed the quilt under his body.

"He will come back in a few days. By then, he will be seriously injured and unable to move." The woman took out a celadon vial from under her pillow, parted her vermilion lips slightly, drew a glamorous smile, and spit out poisonous breath. speech. "By then..."

"...I want you to pour this bottle of medicine into his mouth without leaking a single drop."

The mountains are covered with stubborn clouds, the sky is covered with night, and the torrential rain is like thick ink poured from the sky, dyeing the surrounding fields into dead blackness.The sky and the earth are filled with the rumbling sound of rain and rivers pouring down, vibrating all over the world.

In the dark sky, from time to time, one or two bolts of lightning ignited the thick clouds, and shot into the octagonal pavilion gloomily and brightly.Holding the sword in his arms, Yan Jiubian buried his whole body in the deep night.There was only a tiny lamp lit by his feet, and the torrential rain was beating on the bright tile window sash frantically, revealing a sense of spooky horror.

Yan Jiubian's fingers moved restlessly on the scabbard.When he holds the sword, he always thinks of the scene of him and Jin Wu practicing sword among the bamboos.Life at that time was bitter and tiring, and there were layers of sword calluses on the hands and tiger's mouth, and it was hot and painful when pressed lightly.But that was indeed an unforgettable and pleasant time. Mr. Jin Wu sat on the side and watched him dance sword. wrong.

Sometimes he gritted his teeth and saved some copper coins from the monthly money, bought some green plum twists from Haijin Street, and secretly stuffed them into Jin Wu's bag.Later, when he was practicing swordsmanship, this kid was a little bit more pleasant, and every time he fell, he would help him up in a good voice.After hanging out together for a long time, he also felt that this support person was not a jerk, except that he was a bit weird, he did everything properly every time, and he was also a good martial artist.

Are they friends?Yan Jiubian looked anxiously at the bright tile window, the deep night covered the sky and covered the earth.Maybe yes, partners who have gone through life and death together should be friends.He suddenly remembered that he hadn't changed his supporter for a long time. The last supporter only stayed with him for three days, but Jin Wu stayed with him for a full five months.

The noisy sound was like heavy clouds drifting slowly towards the horizon.Yan Jiubian's ears were sharp, and he could vaguely distinguish a few words from the chaotic horseshoes and the noise of people:

"Lei's firearms store leaked water...Jin Yi was seriously injured by Shitou Lei..."

"Kibe...! Where are the people from Kibe? I want the sore medicine and Mobosan!"

Yan Jiubian set up the window stick uneasily, and the heavy rain hit his head and face, soaking his sleeves.He vaguely saw figures running around in the night, like frightened crows.

Behind the stone steps, a group of men and horses dimly appeared, all of them were assassins with severed limbs and arms, soaked in blood all over their bodies. They looked particularly desolate and weak in the rain.Yan Jiubian remembered that they were the assassins who had received the order of the voice. Half a month ago, they set off like a show of power, riding on horses and wearing strong armor, but now they were all like prodigal dogs, shuffling in frustration.This is the saravaka, and the knowledge of it terrifies even the most skilled assassins.

Suddenly there was a faint sound behind him.The next moment, the door of the pavilion opened suddenly, and the wind and slanting rain poured in violently. For a while, the wind blew loudly in the pavilion, making hair and clothes rattle.

The Clothes Ghost shuddered all over, and turned his head abruptly, only to see a figure standing beside the pavilion door.

That's Golden Five.He was soaked in water, no sword was hanging on his belt, and his hair was hanging down by the pavilion door.Yan Jiubian was startled, he had never seen Jin Wu in such a state of distress, but seeing that his limbs were still intact, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Jin Wu..."

But before the words fell, the person in front of him fell headlong to the ground, and after a muffled sound, there was no movement.

Yan Jiubian walked forward in fear, only to see that his clothes were messy, full of holes made by swords.The dark water spread like a long snake on the floor tiles. Yan Jiubian knelt down to help him, but when he spread his five fingers, he saw blood dripping.He was like a broken porcelain jar, gurgling blood from the opening.

"...Jin Wu! Hey, Jin Wu!"

The night was suddenly stretched by pain and confusion.The hustle and bustle in the temple lasted for two hours. Kibe's workers were busy applying knife-point medicine and wrapping fine cloths for the injured, while Sobe's workers wrapped their heads in grave bags, picked up the mutilated body parts into the bags and buried them.But the lingering sound like mosquitoes and flies is still there, and suspicion, sorrow and confusion linger like dark clouds.

A lantern illuminated the octagonal pavilion, enveloping two thin figures in the warm orange firelight.Yan Jiubian borrowed a pottery pot from Kibe, and fried Jiutacao with gurgles.While counting the smoke rising from the medicine pot wearily, he distractedly glanced at Jin Wu who was lying on his back with trembling eyelids.

He tried to get rid of the bloody clothes on the Raksha ghost, and some of the rolled up flesh and blood were stuck together with the silk cloth, so he had to cut them off.Large and small sword wounds on this person's body overlapped, and there were some scorched black flesh that had been burned by the fire. Looking at it was chilling, and I didn't know what kind of dangerous place the Lei family was, which was said to be so dangerous, and Jinbu suffered heavy losses.Fortunately, Mu Jiujiu came to help stop the bleeding and apply ointment, otherwise Yan Jiubian would be very busy all by himself.Yan Jiubian tilted his head and dozed off for a while, half dreaming and half awake thinking: This may be the first time he saw Jin Wu injured.

Jin Wu has always been like a sharp knife, which can be broken at the slightest blow.But now the edge of the knife was curled and broken, and it fell on the water bamboo mat with a bloodless face, lying limply in the thin quilt stuffed with reeds, as if all the sound had been washed away by the torrential rain.He stared at that pale face like frost in a daze, and in addition to worrying, somehow a tinge of joy surged up in his heart.This person who was so arrogant in the past was actually lying here weakly, like a fish on an anvil, he was at the mercy of others.

"…pain……"

Half asleep and half awake, someone was moaning softly.

Yan Jiubian opened his eyes. He was leaning against the wall and fell asleep just now. At this moment, Jin Wu, who was lying on the ground, slightly opened his eyelids and panted hoarsely.

"Are you awake?" Yan Jiubian was a little happy, got up and walked over, bent over and touched his forehead, which was still a little hot. "How do you feel now? I'll pour some medicine for you, it's from Kibe."

Jin Wu's chest heaved slightly, his hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead in strands, his eyes were dull and dull.After a long time, he said with difficulty, "It hurts everywhere..."

This is natural, Yan Jiubian has seen knife wounds on his body, one stroke after another, layered and mottled, like spots that have been badly painted, and the fine cloth is soaked with blood every time he is changed.Skilled like Jin Wu, yet he was seriously injured by the Shravaka, Yan Jiubian was still in fear, and didn't dare to think about accepting the Shravaka.

Yan Jiubian carefully lifted him up, put a calico pillow behind him, poured a bowl of medicine from the medicine pot, and fed it to his mouth with a spoon after blowing it cold.Jin Wu frowned when he smelled the bitterness of the medicine, but still obediently drank it all, but stuck out his tongue uncomfortably.

"The injury is so serious, it will take more than three months to heal." Yan Jiubian sighed, "I just don't know when the Ministry of Finance will issue a new secret order, and if your injury is not healed by then, what should you do? "

Jin Wu narrowed his eyes slightly, and said sleepily: "Probably...just give me a month's rest."

"Has it always been like this, Jinbu has always ordered you like this?" Yan Jiubian asked in surprise, recalling the numerous scars on his body when he bandaged him.

"Yes... there will be no time for me to rest, it's like this every time."

The Raksha ghost looked up at the seven ghost paintings hanging from the top of the pavilion, and the flames in the hell were blooming like red lotuses, reaching the sky and the earth. Blood sprayed like a rain of arrows.His face was pale and tired, he felt as if his body was floating lightly in the void, only the indistinct pain pinned him back to the ground from time to time.

The day after day of fighting was like a raging wave, smoothing his edges and destroying his consciousness, and one day he would turn into a rakshasa ghost, never to return to the human world.

Jin Wu glanced at Yan Jiubian, the flames fell into his eyes, as if carrying the pain of a prairie fire:

"...So I will die soon, and one day I will be unable to hold on, and will be torn into pieces and wiped out."

Yan Jiubian lowered his eyes, "What nonsense, you will be fine."

"No, I will fall into the endless purgatory. It must be so."

The Raksha ghost murmured, closing his eyes.