beg for chivalry

Jinwu stands on the treasure hall, standing alone in front of the Buddha statue and Taoist painting.

He raised his head, and Yamantaka was standing straight, his arms as black as coal stretched out like branches, nine heads and eighteen eyes glared at him.Behind King Kong, a raging fire ignited, as if to burn everything up.Yan Man Dejia subdued demons, so he is respected and respected by people, and he is the evil spirit that Yan Man Dejia's feet crushed heavily, will be trampled to pieces, and he will never stand up again.

Suddenly, he recalled his childhood.In Jiading, the spring is harmonious, the warm wind is curling up, and a tree of crabapple is in full bloom on the branches, and the petals have fallen to Ningyuanhou and him.The two of them sat under the eaves, watching the snow petals float into the mud and fall into the quiet pool.

In those past days, the man stared at the fallen petals, and suddenly sighed and called his name. "...Golden Crow."

The little golden crow raised his head, and the dazzling sunlight fell from between the petals, dyeing the man's heroic side mottled with light and shade, only his father sighed. "Every time I see these flowers, I think of your mother and you."

Marquis Ning Yuan smiled at him, his handsome brows seemed to melt into a sea of ​​flowers like rouge, his brows were curved like two crescent moons, but he could discern a few traces of sadness. "This flower blooms so beautifully, but it will always wither, and it will be hard to see after the first month. The flower either fell into the mud, or was stepped on the bottom of the foot, forgetting its original appearance."

"It would be great if this flower could keep blooming. It won't be infested by insects, and won't wither. It will always look so beautiful." Ning Yuanhou sighed and looked at Mankong Huayu with a smile.

Jin Wu is smart and knows what he wants to say.He blinked his eyes and asked, "Father, do you mean that my mother and I are like them and won't live long?"

"How did you guess it?" Ning Yuanhou said with a smile, with a bit of bitterness hidden in his smile.

"These days you often ask a doctor to visit your mother. Is she suffering from an incurable disease? Mother's hand is so cold, it feels like a piece of ice." Jin Wu couldn't help but think of the cold touch, and hurriedly rubbed it into the palm of his hand. Li sighed, and asked again in a daze.

"Will I be like that too?"

As soon as the voice fell, he fell into a firm and warm embrace.The man who was praised by people as being wise and mighty suddenly held him tightly in his arms, and the warm liquid fell on his cheeks. Jin Wu felt as if he was about to be crushed into this firm embrace, and he couldn't breathe. Come on.

Ning Yuanhou's words were trembling, and he leaned over his ear and whispered:

"No. Father will never let mother die, and will let you live well."

Jin Wu hugged him, the corners of his eyes suddenly felt a little sore, and he gave a soft "hmm".

The man trembled and sighed, "Our family will never be separated, we will always be together."

All of a sudden, there was a gust of wind, and the petals of the crabapple fell like snow, burying everything in sight.The figure hugging him disappeared suddenly, and the golden crow suddenly seemed to be in a dark bedroom, rustling and rustling as the snow fluttered against the lowered window drawer, and the gilt-copper incense burner was emitting hot steam .

There was a thin shadow behind the curtain, Jinwu slowly approached, stretched out a pale hand from inside, and gently placed it on his head.

That is Huilan Wuye, his mother.

"Golden Crow, the life of a person in Harz is very short, just like a meteor. It only shines in the sky for a while, and then it will fall. But our pain is very long, and it is passed down from generation to generation. The sins of the previous generation will always continue to the next generation. , the sins of the past will turn into pain before death."

Through the curtain, Hui Lan Wuye's voice came softly.The Golden Crow caught a glimpse of her emerald green eyes, which glowed in the dark, just like the rumored Rakshasa girl.But now she is weak and sick, and the radiant and heroic figure that used to gallop by the black water is no longer there.

"I've seen many young Harz passers-by die of cold, but I don't want you to do the same. You've left Blackwater with only half Mughal's blood on you, and you're no longer a Harts passerby."

The sad sigh dissipated behind the tent, Hui Lanwu also said. "You have to go your own way and live well, do you understand, Jinwu?"

"I know, mother."

Looking at the shadow of his past, Jin Wu murmured.

"But the path I'm taking today...is sure to die."

The illusion of the past dissipated in his heart, and the warm Jiading and the cold bedroom were instantly forgotten. At this time, he saw the wrathful Vajra in front of him.

Under this majestic statue, Jinwu smiled wryly in his heart: His mother, even Hui Lanwu would never have thought that although he finally walked his own path, that path was a path of death.The evil ghost is doomed to die badly. He is entangled in karma, and it will be difficult to escape sooner or later.

The hall was dark and filled with a stale smell of dust and dust. Except for the Fear King Kong, everyone in the Wumeng - the leader of the Wumeng, Yan Jiubian, Mrs. Hongzhu, the leader of the Tunri Gang, Qian Xian'er, Mi Zhenzi, Lang Si The abbot and all the Jianghu disciples were staring at him with eyes burning with rage.

The stone bricks in the hall were slightly slanted, and when he walked towards the tea boat, he felt as if he was walking on a long stone step.He was slowly climbing up, and at the highest peak, the invincible Yaksha was waiting for him.

Jin Wu withdrew his gaze from the Buddha's face and turned to the snow-white figure behind the crowd.Under the shell of the jade-white swordsman, Yasha Zuobuzheng is hidden.

He never seemed to win over this woman.

When he met her the 288th time, his limbs were twisted by her casually, and he lay on the couch unable to move for several months. Once when he met her, Yasha slapped him on the chest and abdomen. At that time, his internal organs were in severe pain, and he vomited a small basin of blood.

They confronted each other perhaps hundreds of times, but every time it ended in his fiasco.And now he was finally going to face her for the last time, and everything would end today.

The hall suddenly fell into a dead silence.Everyone held their breath tightly, feeling that their throbbing hearts were the loudest voice in the hall.

Since Jin Wu had spoken just now, everyone was speechless, even those who were eloquent and quick-witted became clumsy at this moment.The most evil criminal in the world suddenly said that he was the descendant of the Zhen Guo general who was loved by everyone. This incident was enough to make people dumbfounded for a long time.

Jin Wu looked around at the people present, and suddenly said flatly: "What do you want?"

Everyone was at a loss, not knowing what he was referring to.At this moment, Jin Wu said again: "Aren't you still talking about how to deal with me just now?"

"I have nothing left, what else do you want to take from me?"

People looked at his figure and saw calmness from his expression.It seems that he came here to die, five top masters on the Jianghu list are in front of him, and there are more than a thousand Jianghu disciples surrounding him tightly, no matter who they are, it is impossible to escape.

After a long time, someone finally broke the dead silence.

Wu Wugong finally recovered from the shock and bewilderment, frowned and shouted: "I'm really determined! With that face that looks so much like Wu's good nephew, do you want to teach us to trust you?"

Jin Wu sneered and said: "Uncle Wu, believe it or not, but I can't spend too much time entangled with you now." He looked at the woman in white behind Wu Wugong, and a smile as cold as a blade appeared on the corner of his raised mouth. meaning.

"I came today because of the Yubai Swordsman of Tianshan Gate."

Even Jin Wu knew in his heart that it was useless to try to prove his real body now.Those who believe will naturally believe it, and those who don't believe that he is just a counterfeit for the rest of their lives.And it would be futile for him to expose Zuo Yizheng, no one present would believe a single word he uttered, just because he was a Rakshasa in black.

Wu Wugong said angrily: "Hou Tianlou has always been clinging to the Tianshan Gate, now you come to pester Yubai Swordsman again, what is the reason?"

The Houtianlou Assassins pretending to be disciples of Tianshanmen stood up in unison, drawing their swords and pointing at Jinwu.For a moment, the hall was filled with cold light, and the cold sword light lay between the black-clothed Rakshasa and the martial arts crowd.

Jin Wu tilted his head slightly, and just smiled mischievously: "Take off her veil and see if there are wishful lines on her forehead, then you will know why I am looking for her."

"This...you..."

"I mean, she's not a Yubai swordsman." Jin Wu stared coldly at Yasha in snow clothes, and simply spit out the truth, "The entire Tianshan Gate has been stolen and replaced, and now it's empty. Waiting for the sky!"

In an instant, there was an uproar inside and outside the palace.

Compared to just now, now it is as if someone poured thousands of pebbles into a pool of stagnant water, stirring up the splashing water.The Jianghu disciples looked at the people beside them who were dressed as Tianshanmen disciples in astonishment. They were very quiet, as if they were wooden figures without a sound.

When they fought for Yuhuang just now, they did not make a move, but sat on the horse stool dutifully.But someone caught a glimpse of the fierce light in their eyes. It was not the eyes of a person who practiced sword devoutly in the frozen snow mountain, but more like a man-eating white bird of prey hovering in the air, looking for a good opportunity to eat human flesh and blood.

"There is no evidence for what you say. Black-clothed Rakshasa, what evidence can you give to prove that-you are telling the truth?" Abbot Langsi slowly shook his head, his eyes under the creases were deep and piercing.

Jin Wu was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said: "There is no evidence. Even if there is, you will not believe it."

"Believe it or not is one thing, but whether you can prove it is another. Rakshasa, what other skills do you have besides killing people and spitting blood?" Abbot Langsi said angrily.

When everyone heard his words for the first time, they were only shocked, but after thinking about it carefully, they felt that they should not believe what the evil spirit said.The disciples raised their swords and yelled: "That's right, this bastard has nothing at all, he only comes here to maliciously slander Tianshan Gate and all seniors!" What lies!"

The noise rose, and someone in the crowd yelled strangely: "Raksha in black, do you not know a single word or the rules of the meeting posted on the outer wall? If you want to fight the jade white swordsman , you have to win a round of all the people below her on the Jianghu list!"

Jinwu's ears were sharp, and when he heard this, he turned around and asked casually: "Then if I really beat them down, everyone will have to listen to me, right?"

The disciples predicted that he would never win, two fists are hard to beat four hands, heroes are not many enemies, Rakshasa in black is alone and alone, he is nowhere in the rankings, and he will suffer a big defeat.So he booed strangely: "Yes, yes! If you have that ability, who would not listen to you?"

"Remember, no one can be left behind. Every gang leader has to fight against each other, and you have to gain the upper hand, haha!"

The sect leaders were quite helpless towards this group of nonsense disciples, but they also had complacent expressions on their faces, looking at the Raksha ghosts contemptuously.Wu Wugong snorted coldly, and touched Yan Jiubian's shoulder soothingly.

A buzzing sound suddenly shocked everyone's ears.

The noise gradually subsided, and the laughter and sarcasm floating from all directions suddenly disappeared.Among the many figures, Rakshasa in black drew his sword out of its sheath, and the bright light of the sword reflected his emerald eyes, which were filled with cold determination and madness.

The tip of the sword swayed towards the Wumeng people seated for a week, and finally stopped on the body of the swordsman in white.The Raksha ghost stood with a saber in his hand, the blade was pointing at everyone in Wumeng, and it was even pointing at Yasha in Houtianlou.

"Win the people here one by one?"

Jin Wu calmly said:

"Okay, that's exactly what I mean."