beg for chivalry

On the bustling streets of Jiading, the old man who carried the candy man squatted down, took out a few golden sticky candy paintings and dangled them in front of his eyes, and asked Wang Xiaoyuan the names of these gangsters with a smile.

In the deep courtyard where the light snow was falling, he and Wu Litian came back and forth with swords, the old bamboo man jumped down from the eaves, put a stick between the two of them, pushed the swords away, shouted them back, and threw the unconscious man to the ground. He entered the room.

The old man's nose was red, leaning against the pear tree, holding a wine gourd and pouring wine into his mouth, his gray beard and hair and tattered clothes kept him from getting wet.He took Wang Xiaoyuan's shoulders, and the two of them walked leisurely in the streets and alleys together, walked past the hallway with a shining golden bull plaque, and carried the bucket to water the hall.

Sometimes the two of them would go to restaurants together to eat hazelnuts to fill up their stomachs, and then they would slip away with their shiny lips.Wang Xiaoyuan sometimes felt that by the old bamboo man's side, he turned into an unopened child again, and he could always hold the child's naughty heart.

But all the scenes of the past are shattered before my eyes, turning into quicksand.

The wind and rain are precarious, and thousands of shoots are green.The smile on the old man's face was gone. In the past, he would always smile cheerfully, spit out alcohol at Wang Xiaoyuan, grinned his white teeth, revealing a wrinkled smiling face, but now he looked like a bewitching cow and horse. noodle.

Wang Xiaoyuan felt chills all over his body, and the wet plain clothes stuck to his body sucked away the last trace of warmth in his heart.He said to the bamboo old man:

"You are... Hou Tian Lou You Dharma Protector."

The old man Zhu didn't deny it, but stared at him with dark eyes.

"When we met for the first time, you showed me a few sugar figurines and asked me their names to test how much I remembered. You were still in Jiading looking for the location of the Golden Mansion, so you took the opportunity to sneak into the Golden Mansion. "Wang Xiaoyuan lowered his eyes and said, "Old Man Zhu is not the name of just one person, but the common name of the 88 elders in Evil Mangou. Everyone has a bamboo name, such as Kuci, Cinan, Mazhu...so they are collectively called' Bamboo old man'."

The old man laughed heartily, without any haze on his face.

"It's because the old man didn't understand the meaning, so he used the name randomly! To be honest, the old man has no name or surname. If he is in Houtianlou, he should be called 'Jin San'."

Wang Xiaoyuan felt his chest was heavy as if a boulder was on it, and said, "I saw you once on the Tianshan cliff, the young master didn't recognize you, is it because you often wear black gauze on your face?"

The bamboo old man nodded with a smile.

In Wang Xiaoyuan's eyes, the old man gradually overlapped with the dark and burly figure on the Tianshan cliff, and that seemingly peaceful smile gradually turned into a cold and ghostly face.

"What you said when you were with us...are they all fake? You pretended to be happy, just to show us?"

"It's not a lie, it's true to be happy." The old man still had a kind look on his face, looking at Wang Xiaoyuan as kindly as looking at his own grandson.

But Wang Xiaoyuan felt terrified, and he asked vigilantly, "Then what is your plan? Why didn't you kill Jin Wu and me when we met? What do you want to do after staying by our side for so long?"

The surroundings suddenly became desolate and silent, only the cries of old crows could be heard echoing, tearing the rain curtain over and over again.

The old bamboo man let out a long breath, and looked up at the dark and rainy sky.After a long time, he moved his lips and said.

"I don't know many big characters. But one time when I came back to Yunlin Temple in Lin'an, it happened that the left master who was there asked for scriptures. At that time, she read a sentence to the old man in the anthology left by the monk Fan Tiantong. Monk Tiantong's poem: 'The traces are muddy and the precious white jade'."

"The old man hurriedly asked her how to explain the poem, but she said that the owner of the poem had an explanation, but when she read it to the old man, it had a different meaning. Brain, I don't want to eat and drink, and I don't understand the meaning of the poem Zuozhuzhu read to the old man."

The old man sighed deeply, scratched his head, with a look of embarrassment on his brow.

"Later, the old man finally had a flash of inspiration and thought clearly. When it comes to the word 'Baigui' among warriors, everyone will recognize it as the Yubai swordsman from the Tianshan Gate!"

The old bamboo man laughed and stretched out his hand to pat Wang Xiaoyuan on the back, "It's not someone else that the landlord wants me to deal with, it's you, little boy!"

They were still huddling together under the bamboo shade to shelter from the rain like their grandfather and grandson, sitting with their shoulders pressed against each other, but Wang Xiaoyuan's eyes had turned cold.

Wang Xiaoyuan looked at the stick in his hand and said, "Then what do we do now? Are you going to kill me?"

The old man looked at him with a smile, and said: "The one I want to kill is Yubai Swordsman." It seemed that the second half of the sentence was swallowed, leaving only the thirsty aftertaste wandering in the cool wind.

"I am Yubai Swordsman." The drizzle fell from the gaps in the bamboo leaves, making Wang Xiaoyuan's eyelashes wet and cold, and he said, "...it is jade seeking flaws."

The bottom of his heart was constantly rippling, and it was difficult to calm down.Several accidents in succession have stirred up the ups and downs in his heart, and it is difficult to calm the pain in his heart even by silently reciting the jade girl's heart method.

The old bamboo man let out a long breath: "Really? Then I have to take action, I have to kill."

The two got up from the shade of the bamboo, and the bamboo old man took the green bamboo stick and knocked it on the ground a few times, peeling off the bamboo skin, revealing a fine iron dragon-pattern stick with a sharpened tip that shone with cold light.Seeing that Wang Xiaoyuan was only holding a stick in his hand, he smiled and said, "Little baby, aren't you a swordsman? Why don't you have a knife?"

Wang Xiaoyuan said tensely: "The knife is broken."

The old man Zhu took out a waist knife and threw it to him.Wang Xiaoyuan caught it, his expression still suspicious.The old man pointed at the knife and said with a smile.

"Lend it to you, don't have to pay it back."

After finishing speaking, Wang Xiaoyuan only felt the shadow of the stick disappear, and the iron stick had already reached his forehead!The long stick that peeled off the bamboo bark was heavier, and the movement was more violent. The sharp wind brushed the tip of the nose, and it hurt like a knife.The old bamboo man dazzled the iron rod, and thrust it out towards him.

There seemed to be a bloody smell on the stick, and the ghosts of Tianshanmen disciples were wrapped around it.Drenched in cold sweat, Wang Xiaoyuan weighed the knife in his hand, touched the handle for a while, and got a little familiar with the feel, and immediately drew the knife out of its sheath.The sad light of the knife cut off the falling bamboo leaves, and the raindrops splashed on the blade, making a clanging sound.

First cut, flawless!

The head-wrapping knife turned into a chopping stroke, firmly supporting the iron rod.The old bamboo man still had a smile on his face, and said with a smile, "Your heart is completely messed up, little baby."

Wang Xiaoyuan's whole body is like a tight bowstring, he feels his whole body is as stiff as a stone, and the saber technique that he used to be able to sway unrestrainedly now seems to have turned into heavenly script.The reason why Yubai's saber technique is so unpredictable is that his mind is more important than his saber technique. Once it is difficult to calm down, it can only be reduced to mediocre saber moves.

The bamboo old man dodged into the bamboo forest, taking advantage of Wang Xiaoyuan's saber force and turning around to dodge.He suddenly jumped back, put his feet on the bamboo tip, and with the flexibility of the slanted pole, he swung his stick at Wang Xiaoyuan again!

The thousands of emerald sheaths in the bamboo forest all turned into the old man's foothold.The old bamboo man was jumping around, and every time he swung his stick, his momentum became stronger.If that stick-headed tiger is windy, if it hits a person, it will definitely be beaten to pieces, and the flesh and blood will fly.

"Why don't you use a knife? I'm really afraid that if you don't pay attention, you will take the life of this little baby!" Zhu old man shouted.

The iron rod pressed Wang Xiaoyuan hard into the ground, splashes of mud splashed, and Wang Xiaoyuan's arms trembled with pain.With a loud roar, he spun the scabbard with his left hand and pressed it against the stick, but the blade slipped like running water and escaped from under the iron stick.The light of the knife surrounded him like a crescent moon, he gritted his teeth and said.

"Second cut, Yuxue Huihan!"

There was a crisp clang, and the iron rod trembled like a violent wave, and deep marks were instantly chiseled.But the clashing sound of swords and irons, like the sound of music, did not stop.Three swords combined into one sword, Wang Xiaoyuan's hand disappeared like a flash of sunlight, and the iron rod was cut off in the middle like soft mud, he smashed the iron rod!

At the same time, spots of blood spattered his cheeks.A line of blood overflowed from the old man's chest, and the second cut was like lightning, which would definitely hurt someone when he struck.

The bamboo old man lightened his hand, and saw his own food being chopped off, he only curled his lips, snapped off another green bamboo, and held it in his hand as a stick.

"Your strength is not strong enough, and your saber moves are not strong enough! It is obviously the second cut that hit someone hard, but you have lost more than half of your strength!" The old man laughed.

The drizzle fell into the eyes, but it was warm when it flowed out.Wang Xiaoyuan panted slightly, with thousands of words stuck in his chest, but it was difficult to utter a single word.He gritted his teeth. "You didn't kill me either... What on earth do you want to do to me?"

The old man blinked, and suddenly sneered bitterly.There seemed to be an unfinished sigh in the laughter.

"Confused, the old man is also confused. Maybe I really think of you as the good grandson of the old man who died young."

When the iron rod blatantly struck again, the furious wind it set off was like a landslide.This time the old man Zhu finally killed the killer, and the tip of his stick pointed at Wang Xiaoyuan's heart.Wang Xiaoyuan's wrist felt a dull pain, and he made a second cut, and the blade chopped the two bamboo sticks in the old man's hand together.

But the old man kicked, grabbed the broken iron rod in his hand again, and attacked his knife one after another!Wang Xiaoyuan's knife was clamped and twisted into pieces in an instant.

Bamboo leaves fluttered down, and when they landed beside them, they were torn into powder by the strong wind, and the fragments of the blade shone finely in the dim light of the sky.Wang Xiaoyuan was so shaken that he was overwhelmed inside, but he gritted his teeth, let go of the broken knife, rolled back, and twisted off a rotten bamboo with one hand.

In an instant, Wang Xiaoyuan swiped the few blades with the bamboo stick.The blade was inserted into the bamboo pole and swung towards the old bamboo man.

He originally thought that the bamboo old man would use iron rods to support the bamboo pole, but the old man didn't avoid it, just smiled kindly where he was.Wang Xiaoyuan shuddered and wanted to take the bamboo pole back, but was caught by the old bamboo man, who clasped his five fingers on the bamboo pole like iron tongs.

The blade was inserted into the throat, and the blood spurted like a blooming flower.With blood all over his head and face, Wang Xiaoyuan stood there in a daze.

The blade attached to the bamboo pole in his hand is now inserted into the old man's throat.The old bamboo man didn't dodge the moment he swung his pole, but went up to meet him.

The old man laughed hoarsely: "Look...the old man...killed you. Yu Qiuxia."

The burly body fell heavily backwards, and when it hit the ground, it made an earth-shattering muffled sound.Wang Xiaoyuan stood in place like a wooden man, looked down at his hand, and saw a sticky bright red on it.

The rain needles pricked both of them.The old bamboo man spoke intermittently in the puddle, his voice pouring out of the hole in his throat: "The Yubai Swordsman... shall not kill. Killers...do not deserve to be called... the Yubai Swordsman."

"In this way... you will... break the precept, and this old man will become... a demonic obstacle in your heart."

Wang Xiaoyuan only felt his fingers trembling. He looked at the body in the pool of blood. The old bamboo man's beard and hair were all stained red with blood, trembling weakly in the rain and fog.

There is an order in the gate of Tianshan Gate that no killing is allowed. It is precisely because the jade girl's mentality emphasizes calmness, and the murderer will be haunted by nightmares.In a daze, he seemed to see the woman in the mountain armor flipping through the yellowed anthology in the ancient temple, opening and closing her red lips, and smiling at him indifferently. "Scarred and innocent white jade"!She wanted him to kill, to make him feel guilty forever.

Now that the blood on the knife is stained with flaws.Knowing that the Yubai Swordsman is invincible, Yasha wants him to be his invincible enemy.

During the desolate wind and rain, the old man's body turned into a cold stone edge, and at the last moment before he died, he laughed hoarsely.

"You...can't wield a knife anymore, Yu Qiuxia."