beg for chivalry

Menzi dozed off on the table, and the halazi flowed all over the table.He heard a noise in his dream, someone was walking towards the door of the house, with rustling footsteps.He rubbed his sleepy eyes and straightened up, only to see a figure passing by outside the house in a hurry.So he poked his head out the door and shouted:

"Who?"

The figure turned around, revealing a thick and gaudy face.Menzi recognized her as Hongshuang, the shepherd whom Wu Litian, the son of the leader of the Martial League, was worried about. He relaxed his guard a bit, but he still asked in a low voice:

"Where are you going? Mr. Wu said, recently there is turmoil outside, you'd better not go out."

The sunlight reflected on the gravel road brightly, and the woman's face was white and dazzling.Hongshuang and vermilion lips smiled: "My family is going to get some Yanzhi newly imported from the Western Regions, and I will only go out for a while."

Menzi scratched his head: "Then why not let the little one fetch it for you."

The woman looked at him with resentment: "I want to use hollyhock flowers to make swallow fat, can you tell? Besides, if you quit your job as a porter, Wu Lang will set fire on you. "

She is right, there are many kinds of rouge powder for women, if you accidentally buy the wrong one, you will have to go all the way for nothing.Menzi thought about it distressedly, and waved her out. "Let's go, let's go, go back early."

He sneaked back into the room, but heard rattling noises on the room, like several raccoon slaves running away, so he became suspicious, stepped out of the room and yelled again: "Who is it again!"

The eaves are empty and quiet, the scorching sun hangs high, and the gray tiles seem to be scalded and rotten.

The door looked up, but there was no movement.

He glanced outside the door again, but the figure of the woman just now was gone.

Yan Jiubian went out, took off his light shirt, wiped his face with his fingers, and wiped off a layer of lead powder to wipe off the plaster shell that had been molded into a red frost.

The black-clothed assassins flew past the eaves and landed beside him.Someone shook the blood off the sword blade, respectfully handed him a thin silk handkerchief to wipe his face, and someone else wrapped him in a golden black satin garment.Yan Jiubian wiped the rouge in the wrong silver rouge box, and smudged the rouge in the corners of his eyes.

When he walked into the streets and alleys, he had transformed from a prostitute into a playboy.It's just that this young master looked at his sloppy steps, his cheeks were slightly reddish, and he looked like he hadn't recovered from a long illness.

Today's Clothes Ghost is no longer Hongshuang in Zuichun Garden, but Jinwu in Ningyuan Hou's Mansion.

A carriage was parked outside.Yan Jiubian walked over, opened the curtain, and stepped into the car.He knocked on the wall of the carriage and said to the driver in the front room:

"Go to the East Gate Building."

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The east gate tower is more than [-] feet high, and there are clusters of hibiscus flowers, which are charming and charming, and look like colorful clouds when they are in full bloom.Surrounded by the Zhuojin River, the clear water is rippling.Standing here, you can have a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery in Tianfu, so this place can be regarded as the boundary of the Wumeng League, and is very popular with Wu Wugong, the leader of the Wumeng League.

During the period before the Martial League General Assembly, Wu Wugong often lingered here, sometimes reading classics in the Jingge in the building, and staying for several days; sometimes he entertained guests from all walks of life and discussed their experiences , Experience in martial arts.The leader of the Wumeng League has profound skills and a humble heart, which is deeply loved by people in the Jianghu.

Yan Jiubian can also be regarded as a frequent visitor here. He often pretends to be a golden crow and is invited to visit the East Gate Tower, and is recommended by Wu Wugong to all kinds of heroes.Although he was reluctant in every possible way, he still had to pretend to be weak and laugh in front of others.

Today, the summer rain has passed, and the sky is crisp and clear.Yan Jiubian climbed up to the east gate tower, and saw a figure standing beside Langgan with his hands behind his back.

Wearing a straight body with big sleeves, head wrapped to cover eyebrows, and soap boots on his feet, this man dressed as a Confucian scholar, who looks like an angry King Kong when he is silent, is Wu Wugong, the leader of the Wumeng.

Seeing Yan Jiubian approaching, Wu Wugong's solemn expression suddenly turned into a smile, and he greeted, "Jinwu, come here."

Yan Jiubian made a salute, bowed his head deeply, "Yes, Uncle Wu." Then he walked over and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

Standing on the east gate tower, the two of them saw the blue waves sparkling in front of their eyes. There were many peasant women washing their clothes by the river, giggling and putting firewood ash on their clothes; The girl with the flowers tied, the catkins are flipping on the cloth, it is a peaceful scene.

The leader overlooked the scenery and sighed: "This place should be a paradise, but the Martial League Conference has brought a lot of trouble here. Jinwu, do you know why I decided to hold the conference here?"

"I don't know." The Cloaked Ghost shook his head honestly.He is not the Golden Crow, so naturally he cannot guess the leader's thoughts.But when he saw the scenery in front of him, he was secretly proud of himself. The dark lines of the Houtianlou had already been laid all over the Tianfu, and the fangs of the evil spirits intertwined into a web, covering the city like a spider's silk.

Wu Wugong turned his head, patted his shoulder lightly with his rough palm, and sighed: "Your father was born here, and I am an old friend with him, and we have a deep friendship. Although there are many affairs in the Wumeng, Uncle, I have not I can come every year to express my condolences to your parents, but I always remember..."

After Yan Jiubian heard these words countless times, his ears felt callused.Fortunately, this time Wu Wugong didn't talk about it anymore, and turned the subject around, "Speaking of Tianfu, I remember that the third place in the Jianghu list should live here forever. Sigh, if I can see him as an old man, I will introduce you to him. That's a good thing too."

"No. [-] in Jianghu list?"

"It's Huang Mo, the 'Jiulu Qingfengzhang'. That old man used to be very healthy, and he often drank and sat with the second best national player in the world, and he has a good heart." Wu Wugong stroked his mustache, thoughtfully, "It's just that he retired a few years ago. It is said that he is old and has a lot of forgetfulness. He has to be a fool if he stays in the Wumeng. Wumeng has no choice but to let him go."

"The world is in turmoil right now," Yan Jiubian said with a smile, "the life and death of Yubai Swordsman, number one on the Jianghu list, is rumored to be in doubt. If she hadn't been present at this Martial League meeting, I'm afraid there would be no gatekeeper in Tianshan. The second national player drove the crane west again, and even the third 'Nine Road Qingfeng Palm' disappeared."

As for the Mrs. Wang, the head of the Evil Mangou who has not been heard from, there is no need to mention it.The Jianghu list is an old thing in the minds of today's Jianghu people, and they have to write again.

Wu Wugong laughed a lot, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him. "That's right! The big shots are gone, but a group of thieves have slipped out!"

Those dark round eyes stared at him, making Yan Jiubian's heart sink.The Cloaked Ghost's face was pale, and his breathing was unavoidably short of breath. He thought in panic: Could it be that his secret communication with the Houtianlou was discovered?

Yan Jiubian's heart was beating wildly.If the matter really came to light, he would have to be chopped to pieces by the man in front of him.

The leader stroked his beard, and sighed with a smile: "A few days ago, a courier sent me a letter, reporting that two thieves had slipped into the mountain, and I don't know which imperial treasure they stole. They kept it secret along the way. But some Those who have seen them say—they seem to be ghosts in the mountains."

"Ghost?" Yan Jiubian thought of the mountain ghost in the Evil Man's Ditch, and answered in a dazed and puzzled manner.

"People who saw it said that the two were covered in grass and leaves, and they were in a state of distress, but they dispersed like ghosts after a while. It's better to report this matter to the government. The Martial League Conference is coming soon, and any vision should not be let go." Wu Wugong pondered, and suddenly reached out to touch Yan Jiubian's head, and smiled.

"Come on, good nephew, it's time for sword practice today."

When the two of them reached the balcony, they could only hear the rushing wind blowing away, most of the stuffy body was blown away by the wind.The tower stands in the air, and the river below is turbulent. The waves smashed and smashed on the stones, and the water foam was swallowed by the next wave.

The maid handed them two iron swords, Wu Wugong and Yan Jiubian held them in their hands and stood at the two ends of the balcony.Yan Jiubian felt quite helpless, these days the leader insisted on practicing swordsmanship with him himself, saying that it would be of great benefit to his health.And he had no choice but to look weak and swing the sword slowly, for fear of being spotted by this person.

"Do you still remember the tricks that Uncle taught you? 'Pull the tree to find the root', 'Crow the rooster and dance'... Yes, the legs need to be straight, and the left hand should be lowered slightly..." Wu Wugong stood at the other end of the balcony, with a scrutinizing gaze Looking at him, at the same time making a sound from time to time.

To be honest, this man is not bad at teaching, Yan Jiubian only practiced with him for half a month, and he felt that his swordsmanship has improved a lot.But if he continued to draw, the danger of being exposed would only be greater, so he swung the sword a few times, and then pretended to hold his chest and panted.He had put some light rouge on the corners of his eyes before, and his eyes looked flushed, and he was about to cry, as if he was about to fall.

"Uncle, I...I'm afraid I won't be able to do it today." Yan Jiubian panted a few times, and said, "These days I have been caught in the wind and cold, and my hands are weak, why don't you let me rest for a while?"

Wu Wugong hurried forward, took off his cloak, put it on his shoulders, wrapped his body, and frowned at the same time: "A few days ago, I saw that you can hold the sword, why can't you do it today? Shall I find a doctor and prescribe some medicine for you?"

The cloak was warm, and when he covered his body, his heart seemed to be tainted with warmth.

Yan Jiubian was slightly stunned, looking at the man who was asking him how he was, he suddenly became jealous, and felt very uncomfortable.He killed the man's son, but the leader of the Martial League didn't know it, and often happily asked him to come to practice swords, as if he was his own son.

If Wu Wugong knew that he was not the Golden Crow, but just an empty shell covered with skin, who did many evils, and even killed his own son, what kind of expression would Wu Wugong show at that time?

It will definitely be a look of glaring and hatred, the warmth will disappear, and the man will turn into a raging wave, trying to tear himself to pieces.

"I'm not seriously ill. It's just that I'm...a little tired." Yan Jiubian smiled vainly at Wu Wugong.

Wu Wugong sighed: "If your health is better, I would like to pass on the mantle of the Wumeng to you. After all, there are many things in the Wumeng, and a smart person must be in charge, and you are the only one in Ningyuanhou. His descendants are the most convincing in terms of reputation. My family's bastard is not going to make it, I don't know where he is going!"

Yan Jiubian said, "If Uncle wants to entrust the Martial League to me, I will die."

These words did not seem to come from him who was usually weak and retreating, Wu Wugong flew a surprised look at Yan Jiubian, but saw that his eyes were firm, and the black pupils reflected the bright sky.

The Clothes Ghost stood up slowly, picked up the sword from the ground, "Uncle Wu, can you teach me the Juntian Sword Art? After I have learned it, no one will gossip and think that I am not qualified. At that time, you can entrust me with all the affairs of the Wumeng."

There was a pause at the end of the sentence, Yan Jiubian looked sincere, gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and said:

"Jinwu will definitely not disappoint your expectations."