beg for chivalry

The scorching sun was high, and outside the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd, a group of beggars in ragged clothes were walking slowly.They begged for a few bowls of cold water and drank them under the eaves. The broken bowls were passed from one hand to the other, and pairs of chapped lips pressed against the gap anxiously.

Someone glanced at them curiously, and came to ask them if they were the characters in the wicked ditch.After all, there are also many heroes who like to pretend to be dusty and dirty, with copper bodies and iron bones hidden under the blue clothes.But the leader shook his head slowly, saying that they were just here to beg.

After resting under the eaves for a while, a beggar with a gray head called out in a low voice: "Jiachen...Jiachen."

The leading beggar turned his head, his face was covered with dust, his voice was hoarse due to long-term thirst, but his words were formal and regular:

"What's the matter, Bingxu?"

These beggars were all disciples of the Tianshan Gate, their brown clothes and hats were in tatters, and the blood and mud stains had not yet been wiped off.They escaped from Longwei Mountain in a state of embarrassment, but they were displaced and had nowhere to go.

The disciple named Yu Bingxu wiped his dirty mouth, and said anxiously: "Where did the former sect master go? After he sent us down the mountain, he left us and left, and he didn't know where he went...Jiachen, what should we do next? What should I do?"

After this questioning, the rest of the disciples also cast their gazes directly at Yu Jiachen, their dark eyes filled with anxiety.

Yu Jiachen was also worried, but he could only pretend to be calm. He lowered his head and fiddled with the cattail grass, saying: "Senior brother said, do your best and obey the destiny. Now our personnel affairs are not done, and we have not yet arrived to wait for the destiny to arrange." the point."

He raised his face, settled his mind, raised his single arm to the dirty and messy disciples, and said loudly:

"Go to the Martial League Conference, Tianshanmen can't die, and Houtianloujiu can't occupy the magpie's nest!"

In the alley, two people staggered through the crowd.The passers-by glanced at those two people, then frowned and moved away, for fear that the two people would get their clothes stained.The two men were covered with tattered cheesecloth and weeds and leaves. They seemed to be refugees who had escaped from nowhere.

One of them was limping, the muslin wrapped around his legs was black with blood, and there seemed to be a huge scar on his face, or a piece of flesh had been torn off by a ferocious beast, it was extremely ugly.The other person seemed to be a girl, whose messy black hair could not be covered by the spring sackcloth.

The man with the injured leg was panting, and said to the girl in a low voice: "Let's go a little longer...we will be able to get rid of Houtianlou."

The girl looked at him, worried, but also smiled weakly, and asked: "Do you want me to carry you, Brother Yiwei? You have been running for a day and a night without resting."

The sun was scorching hot, and the hot sunlight poured down from the top of their heads. The two of them ran around alone in the dazzling white light, as if they had nowhere to hide.Yu Yiwei blinked hard, looking at the lofty seven-cornered tower in the distance.The head ants gathered in front of the martial field, looking up at the high platform, halls and buildings where all the heroes gathered like pious believers.

Ever since they escaped from the mountain post, the two of them returned to this familiar place, feeling mixed feelings in their hearts.The night that the mountain gate disciples were slaughtered in the mansion, the scene of blood flowing into rivers and haunted by evil spirits still lingers in my mind for a long time.

Yu Yi didn't shake his head, a bitter smile appeared on his face, and he tightly held Yu Bingzi's hand.The two of them held hands tightly, as if they were tightly tied, as if they would be completely separated from each other if they relaxed a little bit.

"No, just follow me. We will definitely survive, and we will definitely...not be separated."

There was a turbulent crowd, and visitors from all over the world gathered in Tianfu at this time.Some people harbor evil intentions and want to use a knife to kill people and take their lives; some people are flustered and worried about their future.

……

But at this moment in the treasure hall, dead silence suddenly descended.

The previous angry yelling stopped abruptly, everyone's mouths seemed to be sewn shut, and their eyes seemed to be nailed, silently looking at the young man standing in the hall.

The man was dressed in black clothes, which made his face even more white as frost and snow.On it, a pair of blue eyes are shining brightly, which are only born to Hartz passers-by.

That is the Rakshasa in black that can only be seen in prints and scriptures. He regards human life as worthless and kills people like hemp. He is the most vicious desperado in the world. .Now that everyone can see it, they just feel that it corresponds to the poem: "There is no difference in the appearance of a Rakshasa when killing the body, but the body is not in the ghost realm, but the heart is frightened."

But looking at his face, it was exactly the same as that of General Zhen Guo.The world admires the famous Marquis of Ningyuan who has regained Yumen on the frontier for three times and pacified Dafan. He loves the house and Wu, and even likes the little prince in the golden mansion.In addition, at the birthday banquet ten years ago, Jin Wu had already shown his amazing talents, and he had a photographic memory, and he could use any martial arts just after seeing it once.The real appearance of the black-clothed Rakshasa is actually similar to that of the Golden Crow, which is something that everyone never expected.

The Jianghu disciples have seen the appearance of the Golden Crow in the Jianghu order issued by the leader of the Wu League, so now they can recognize it when they see it: this person is exactly the same as the person in the portrait!

The disciples were silent for a moment, and a buzzing sound emerged from the crowd again, and the disciples whispered to each other in astonishment.

"The Rakshasa in black... is very similar to that Young Master Jin in Jianghu Order...!"

Another person hesitated and said, "No, no. It's not just like...it's exactly the same. Could it be blood cells, or...the same person?"

Even Wu Wugong, who is used to seeing the wind and waves, now stands there in a daze, pale with astonishment, his eyes lingering on the bloodless, ghostly pale face, muttering.

"Are you... the Golden Crow?"

The black-clothed Raksha blinked and said, "I'm not the Golden Crow, who else could be?"

He glanced at Yan Jiubian who was sitting beside Wu Wugong.The Cloaked Ghost looked worse than him, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were trembling.Raksha ghosts felt sorry for him, and put on a wool coat to pretend to be sick in the hot weather. If this outfit didn't suffocate him to death, he would be half dead from exhaustion.

Yan Jiubian was fidgeting and sweating profusely.Why is Jin Wu, who should have been killed by him, here again?He still remembered that the last time we met was in Tianfu's mansion, Jinwu looked terminally ill, paralyzed on the bed like a dead person, unable to move.

But now the Raksha Ghost stood here high-spirited and came alone, as if he didn't care about the pomp and circumstance of this battle.

Wu Wugong said tremblingly: "The Jin family was destroyed by Houtianlou ten years ago. When Wu arrived the next day, the mansion was already covered in a sea of ​​blood. Everyone died tragically, and not a single one remained... you If it is really the Golden Crow, then where have you been and what have you done in the past ten years? Why did you become a black-clothed Rakshasa?" He glanced at Yan Jiubian, his chest trembling violently.

"Also, among the two of you... who is the Golden Crow?"

The Rakshasa ghost just smiled calmly.Yan Jiubian hadn't seen him laughing a few times in normal times, but now seeing him mocking and ridiculing people since he took off the ghost mask, it seemed that he didn't care about the situation he was trapped here, and he felt a chill down his spine.

"Ten years... yes, ten years have passed. I didn't do anything, I was just killing people." The black-clothed Rakshasa lowered his head, patted the ashes in his hands, looked at the long scar on the palm of his hand, and said, "Kill If you have more people, you will naturally become a Rakshasa. In the future, even if you don't have to kill people, the crimes will come like snowflakes, and they will all fall on your head."

Seeing his frivolous appearance, Wu Wugong casually narrated the blood debts in his hands, he felt furious, and shouted loudly:

"How could you be the Golden Crow! The first general of Zhen Guo is wise and powerful, and is what the people want. But you have committed a heinous crime, and you deserve to die!"

Yan Jiubian seized the opportunity to hold Wu Wugong by the corner of his clothes: "Uncle Wu, what he said is all lies! Houtianlou arrested me and tortured me with all kinds of punishments and methods. He doesn’t even have the slightest scum of conscience.” Pointing to the black-clothed Rakshasa, he said eagerly, “His face was transformed with facial cleansing water, and the Ministry of Water in Houtianlou is the best at changing his face. He is not the Golden Crow , I am the queen of Ningyuan Hou!"

These words made sense, everyone saw Yan Jiubian's expression was bewildered, and he looked weak and pitiful again, the frightened look on his face gradually faded, and hatred was burning in his eyes looking at the Raksha ghost.Compared with a despicable assassin in the Houtianlou, they trust the glamorous guest more.

Wu Wugong also heaved a sigh of relief, and patted Yan Jiubian's back lovingly and approvingly. "Good nephew, don't be afraid... I believe in you."

Yubai Swordsman smiled and said: "Everyone, don't listen to this evil ghost here to confuse people. Houtianlou Raksha has committed a lot of crimes, and death is not a pity. You may not remember, but I can list his crimes one by one. .Even if he is the son of the Ningyuan Marquis Mansion, I am afraid that the crime will not be pardoned, and he should fall into the eight cold hells."

The Raksha Ghost's eyes were very cold, like freshly sharpened sharp knives, piercing straight at the woman sitting on the seat.He had confronted her many times before, and each time he was riddled with wounds and almost died.However, this should be the last time.

The woman also looked at him coldly, and said: "These blood debts, if I really have to count them, I'm afraid it will take a day and a night: In the year of Jianyin in Guichou, the black-clothed Raksha once killed the second son of the Zhou family in Zhigu Village at the mouth of the Sancha River." People, follow the Ministry of Jin to destroy the three clans that night!"

Yubai Swordsman's voice was cold and resolute, unhurried, listing each of his crimes in detail.Everyone in the treasure hall held their breath and focused, and every time they counted one, their complexions turned pale.

"In the month of Jianmao in the year of Kuichou, Raksha killed three people who trespassed on the mountain gate of Tongle Temple and chopped off their heads."

"In the month of Jianchen in the year of Kuichou, the Hundred Illusion Butterfly Clan was slaughtered in the sea, and the corpses of the ancestors of the Wu family were burned in the sea of ​​fire."

The Jianghu disciples looked sad and angry, filled with righteous indignation, and stared at the black-clothed Raksha with gritted teeth.They heard many familiar names, and countless lives were lost at the hands of evil spirits.

The Rakshasa ghost listened silently, remembering the scene when Yaksha handed over the Shravakas to him.At that time, he was in a daze, and he didn't even know who he was. He was coerced and lured, and finally made a big mistake.

"In the month of Jianchen in the year of Kuichou, six members of the Qian family in Zhongzhou were killed, the ninth grandson of Chuan Weng. That night, the courtyard turned into a sea of ​​blood, and the corpses were torn apart. It is unbearable to see!" Yasha hid the corner of his mouth behind the white gauze Slightly raised, the smile seemed to be full of poison.

The abbot of Fazang Temple, Lang Si, couldn't bear to listen, and suddenly said: "Enough, enough!"

Everyone turned their heads to look at him, Yubai Swordsman also remained silent, but the smile hidden behind the white gauze lingered.

Abbot Langsi let out a long breath, expelled all the turbid air in his chest, and then said slowly: "The black-clothed Rakshasa is notorious for its crimes, and the world knows it well. The masters of all sects follow the righteous way of martial arts, and have always punished rape and eliminated evil."

The old abbot looked around with a cold expression. "Now that you have entered this palace, you must not let this person get out of the way. How do you want to deal with this person?"

Qian Xian'er, head of the Evil Man's Ditch, sneered a few times, closed her fan and said, "I think it's better to abolish his siblings so that he can no longer hold a sword."

But the Raksha ghost interjected, "Don't worry about it, I've already lost my hands and feet."

Hearing what he said, all the people present cast their gazes at him, and suddenly remembered that Rakshasa in black was crippled, his hands were covered with scars, and seeing that his dodging movements just now were not very flexible, they felt that Rakshasa's siblings were crippled. The rumors of damage are somewhat true.

Abbot Langsi's eyes widened with anger, and he shouted: "I want to see who is the one who can teach such a rebellious devil! The blood relatives of the black-clothed Rakshasa, the teacher, and his colleagues who are in trouble It should be brought to blame!"

Facing this threatening words, Rakshasa in black didn't pay attention, and just opened his mouth: "Both my parents died, I was self-taught, I went to the meeting alone, I have no peers."

Everyone present was speechless.The leader of the Tunri Gang slapped the table with a big beam, his eyes were full of greed, and he shook his short beard and said, "I see, the handling is the second best thing. Houtianlou has been running rampant in the rivers and lakes for several years, and it finally has some family background. You have to first Tell him to dissipate all the ill-gotten wealth accumulated over the years, and take out all the quack skills."

The Raksha ghost sneered: "Where did you get the kung fu skills from the Jianghu? If you make a move later, I can steal one from you."

The evil spirit seemed invulnerable, and nothing could make him sad.Everyone stared wide-eyed and couldn't think of a way to deal with him.In the silence, Yubai Swordsman hid his knife in his smile, and said coldly: "Everyone's words are true, but this man is full of evil, why should he be executed on the spot, hacked into pieces?"

The black-clothed Rakshasa listened quietly to her words, with a mocking look on his face, and said, "I came here today, and I never thought I could go back alive."

Hearing this, everyone understood that this evil ghost was an out-and-out lunatic, and he didn't think about the future at all!Immediately everyone was terrified and couldn't help taking half a step away from him.The treasure hall became more and more empty, and Luo Sha in black stood alone among the shadows of many people.

Wu Wugong raised his sword eyebrows, cracked his fingers, and said angrily to him:

"What exactly do you want? Did you come here just to use my good nephew's face to muddy the waters and take the opportunity to kill someone?"

Rakshasa ghost said bluntly: "No."

Yan Jiubian, who was sitting by the side, felt chills all over his body.He was suddenly enlightened, and suddenly came to his senses, and understood what Jin Wu was going to do next.

Zuo Buzheng wanted to get rid of the Wumeng at the Wumeng meeting, so he prepared a mountain of black fire powder to turn this place into a sea of ​​flames, and he was the survivor of this catastrophe.After the conference is over, the Wumeng will not leave anyone alive, no one will know what happened in the conference, and the son of Marquis Ningyuan who he pretends to be can really take the position of leader.

Now Jin Wu's intention is to destroy the two of them, and by the way, also destroy the reputation he has accumulated since his birth.

He wanted the world to know that the Golden Crow and the black-clothed Rakshasa were the same person who had committed numerous crimes and should be shredded into pieces and thrown away.

Wu Wugong was still roaring, the roar was like thunder in the air, echoing rumblingly among the stone walls: "What is that for!"

"In order to get my name back." The black-clothed Luo Sha took a step forward. This step seemed to be overflowing with murderous aura, making his figure even colder. "To tell you that the murderous Rakshasa ghost is after General Zhen Guo, that little bastard surnamed Jin from Ningyuan Hou's mansion killed many people, and he carried blood and deep vengeance."

"But after today, I'm no longer a Tianlou assassin, a Rakshasa in black, or Jin Wu."

He raised his face, his green eyes showed a determined determination, and said.

"I am the Golden Crow, that's all."