beg for chivalry

In the year of Dingmao, Jianchen month, spring, Jiading.

Last year, a fire swept through Tianfu, destroying countless buildings and houses.The Wumeng Conference was originally a huge event, and the Wumeng tried its best to invite heroes from far and near to gather together, but in the end it had to end sadly.

There are rumors that Houtianlou assassins haunted the meeting and wanted to take the opportunity to ambush the heroes of the rivers and lakes.

This rumor is quite popular in the streets and alleys, everyone talks about it with great interest, and even a new story has been passed on to the storyteller.The tea guests and servants love to chat and make wild guesses about the Wumeng meeting in the flames in their free time, so each story is more embellished in people's mouths, and the power of the Wumeng leader is exaggerated.

Compared with the clichés of the two people fighting on the Tianshan cliff in the past, the jade-white swordsman and the black-clothed Rakshasa, this incident is more recent and more fascinating.

These stories have also spread to Jiading recently, but Jiading people are more interested in the rich families in Kuanxiang.Rumor has it that the rich master who lived in the Sihetou compound wandered outside for a year and finally came back. He led a large number of people, and servants in blue robes often came in and out of the green throttle.Even people from Jiading often wander around the white walls outside the mansion, tiptoeing to peek at what kind of noble and rich young master lives inside.

On this day, only the luan bell rang softly outside the gate of the mansion, a car stopped in front of the gate, the drapes swayed slightly, and a burly figure in a Confucian long gown came out from inside.

Wu Wugong frowned, knocked on the door with his cymbal.Behind him stood several Wumeng guards, carrying several large wooden boxes on their shoulders.

After a while, someone came to answer the door.There was a small gap in the door, revealing half of the face of the person who answered the door.Seeing that face, Wu Wugong frowned suddenly, and said in a trembling voice: "You...you are..."

"...Golden Crow?"

The green throttle opened with a bang, and a servant in a blue shirt was looking at him indifferently.The strange thing is that the servant's face, eyebrows and eyes seem to be carved out of the same mold as the Jinwu, but his body is wider, with a murderous look that cannot be concealed.

"I'm not him." The man said, "I'm Jin Twelve."

The people in front of the mansion were stunned, only to hear him add another sentence.

"The Golden Twelve of Houtianlou."

On the verandah of the mansion, a group of Houtianlou assassins were lying on their bodies, holding a medicine pestle in their hands, and pounding violently into the mortar.They took off the black silk military uniforms they used to wear, and changed into blue cloth shirts worn by the servants.

An assassin raised his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "How many more herbs are there to pound?"

Another person pursed his mouth in frustration: "Tu Shishi just brought a handful, he said, there are still a few people who have gone to the pharmacy and will come back later."

"Hey, I heard that the leader of the Martial League came here just now and brought a few large boxes of exotic flowers and herbs, which he said are medicinal materials for healing and nourishing envoys." Another person said, "Our hands must be broken."

Someone behind them beat the leather drum vigorously, and beat their heads with drum cymbals: "Don't stop! Don't be lazy!"

The assassins covered their heads angrily, and glared at the back. There stood a boy with a round face on his head, wearing a sky-green Lu silk shirt, with a look of domineering.

"Tch, a kid who has been a doctor in the fire department, how can it be his turn to command us?" The assassins complained, talking behind his back.

"This kid has a bad face. He wears a paper mask all day long and dares not see people. I heard that he is ugly, and he likes to play tricks in his heart. Aren't we all employed in this mansion to do things with money? I don't know him Who is related to the royal relatives and relatives, how could he have such a big face, dare to act wild in front of us..."

Yu Yiwei sneered, and tapped his shoulders with drums and cymbals, "I heard it all. Let me tell you, I am a good brother of Yubai Swordsman of Tianshan Gate, and Yubai Swordsman is an old friend of the master in this mansion. About this time Forget it, I am the young master here."

The assassins repeatedly complained, calling him nonsense, but they didn't dare to make trouble.After all, after the fierce battle at the Martial League Conference, Hou Tianlou's master Zuo Buzheng died, and Hou Tianlou's assassin had nowhere to go like a bereaved dog.

Only this mansion can accommodate the assassins for the time being, so they pretend to be servants here, receive their wages, and make do with it.Some assassins who did a lot of evil were captured by the Wumeng and sent to the government.Many people sneaked back to the countryside to farm, and some continued to sneak into Zuichun Garden to do skin and meat business.When Zuo Buzheng took them in, they were a pack of wild dogs, but now they are just starting over.

The wailing sounds one after another seemed to startle the people in the wing room. With the creaking of the fan, a girl poked her head out.

"Brother Yiwei?" The girl's eyes are like morning stars, her lips are red and her teeth are white, and when she smiles, she is as beautiful as a dewy chrysanthemum.Yu Yi didn't see the girl, so he hurriedly jumped up and stammered: "Arguing... Are you arguing, Junior Sister Bingzi?"

Yu Bingzi smiled, "It doesn't matter, today's medicine has been prepared according to the prescription. It's just that I need to go back to my hometown in a few days, so I have to prepare a few days' worth of medicine first."

After the fierce battle at the Martial League Conference, she stayed in the mansion as a doctor.Many disciples were injured in the meeting, Yu Bingzi has not rested these days, his eyes are tired, but he is still struggling to make medicine.Yu Yi didn't lose sight of it, so she ordered the idle assassins in the mansion to help her.

"Go back to your hometown?" Yu Yiwei asked in a daze.

"Yes, my hometown. It's the place called 'Valley of Ten Thousand Doctors'. Brother, haven't you heard of it?" Yu Bingzi covered his mouth and giggled, "I haven't been back for many years. After finishing the work here, I have to go see my parents and sisters. Where is Senior Brother Yiwei? Will he stay here, or go back to Tianshan?"

She thought for a while, and then said: "Senior Brother Jiachen is here at Tianshan Gate now, and he led the rest of the disciples to rest. I heard that Elder Nanchi and Senior Sister Yuxie, who have been seriously injured for a long time, are about to leave the gate, although they are gone. Yubai Saber, but with the Tianshan Sword Formation, the Tianshan Gate will definitely survive."

As long as there are people, the Tianshan Gate will not perish.

Yu Yiwei was speechless: "I..."

"I also want...to go back to Xu's house in Hedong, my father is still there." He lowered his head, shaking his toes, "I won't go back to Tianshan Gate, my face has been ruined like this, I don't have the face to see the same door again. Even so... Bingzhou Yue Mo can't stay any longer, I will only be gossiped by the neighbors when I go back..."

When the assassins saw the two of them approaching to talk, they hissed one after another, and one by one jumped out of the corridor with their mortars in their arms.Yu Yi was not very embarrassed, and the incomplete skin behind the paper was also slightly reddened, but at this moment, Yu Bingzi suddenly heard:

"Then you... are you going to our place?"

Yu Yiwei raised his head in astonishment, only to see Yu Bingzi squinting and smiling at him.The smile was sweet, and the cheeks seemed to be filled with honey.She said, "Wanyi Valley is a good place to recuperate. There are many trees, mountains, and medicinal herbs there. If you don't mind, you can come and live with us for a while. It's not too far from Hedong to Lingzhou."

That smile is really charming, Yu Yiwei nodded his head against his beating heart, "Go! I'm going there!"

"But...but," he yelled happily just now, but now he became slightly depressed and said with his head down.

"Before I go back, I want to...go to a place first."

Jiangzhou, Xinghua Village.

It was raining, and the rain needles pierced the green tiles, tinkling.The wine glasses with white background and blue border swayed in the wind, travelers wearing bamboo hats entered the wine shop in twos and threes, shouting to buy wine and vegetables to eat.

Sitting at the wooden table was a man wearing a round-headed paper face. There were many troupes performing Nuo opera on the Lantern Festival in the village, so it was not surprising that he hid his face.He untied his hat and ashes and put them aside, the bartender saw that he was wearing a sky blue Lu silk shirt, although it was a little wrinkled, it could be seen that it was of good quality, so his face beamed with joy, and he spoke Said: "Officer, what kind of wine do you want?"

The person wearing the paper mask is Yu Yiwei.He thought for a while and said, "If you want the best, get a dime first."

The bartender promised repeatedly, and at this moment he heard him ask again: "Is there enough for the two of you?"

"If the official is good at drinking, it's okay to add another dime." The bartender said.

Yu Yiwei said: "Then come Erjiao."

After a while, the wine was served.Yu Yi didn't pour himself a cup first, and tasted it a little. The well water was clear and the wine was sweet and soft, like a spring breeze.He placed a china cup on the unoccupied seat across the table, and poured wine into that cup as well.

He sometimes thinks of that dark night in the waiting building, where there was a storm and strong wind, and the pale smile that the cunning assassin showed him. But it is as fragile as thin paper.

"I'll find you alive."

"We're going to Xinghua Village for a drink, you must remember to reserve a good seat for me."

At that time, in the dense forest where the assassins were rushing, in the rain, the assassin with the blood stream flowing under him smiled and said to him.

Before he knew it, Yu Yiwei burst into tears.Tears stained the paper, and he just looked at the glass of sake on the table that no one cared about, and wept quietly in the wine shop.The traveler's dusty legs and feet hurried past him, and no one knew that he was waiting for a friend who would never come again.

The inside of the paper was soaked, Yu Yiwei lifted the mask slightly, and wiped his face with his sleeve.At this time, a crisp sound was heard.

A traveler pushed a small wheeled cart, stepped over the sill, looked around, and seemed to be looking for a seat where he could settle down.He caught sight of the table where Yu Yiwei was, and hurried over with a wheeled cart, reached out his hand to touch his bosom, and put the copper coins on the table, as if he was going to sit on the seat opposite Yu Yiwei.

Yu Yi didn't wipe his eyes, lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry, this person is already occupied."

He raised his eyes, but froze for a moment.What the traveler put on the table was a copper coin with a red thread, with the inscription Tongbao on one side and a quail pattern on the other.

The hand that was pressing on the copper coin was pale and slender, with calluses on the tiger's mouth and fingertips. It was a hand holding a sword.

Looking up, the traveler's face seemed to be melted in the melting spring light, which was not very real, but Yu Yiwei caught a glimpse of the slightly curved corner of the man's mouth, with a slight scheming.

"Xu Fan." He heard the man calling.

Yu Yiwei stared blankly at the man for a while.

After a long time, tears welled up in his eyes again, but this time there was a smile on his face, the tears flowed from his smile, bitter and caring.

The spring scenery is beautiful outside the door, and the fresh grass like green silk dances in the breeze.Without turning her head, Yu Yi waved to the bartender and said:

"Excuse me, another dime of wine."

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After sleeping for a long time, there was the clear sound of the wind outside the window, jingling in from the window pane, and drifting into the dream in pieces.Sunlight sometimes comes in through the curtains, making my whole body warm and comfortable.

He had a dream for a long time, only felt that he seemed to be wrapped in amniotic fluid, walking along a dark road for a long time, as if walking slowly in the fog for ten years.Running like a monkey in the verdant and verdant mountains, sweeping leaves and picking flowers in the spacious mansion courtyard, and cutting through the wind and snow with a knife on the desolate and snow-falling Tianshan Mountains.He seemed to have gone to many places, wandering around, and gradually lost track of where he came from.

A different voice shouted in his ear: "Wang Xiaoyuan!" That probably was his name.Turning around towards the place where the shouts came from, he saw familiar and unfamiliar faces, young men with bronze skin and grinning grins, boys with shaved heads and fine lines Old faces all over the place.These people stood far behind him, smiling at him, waving their hands, signaling him to go further.

Going further, he saw some servants in blue shirts smiling at him. He looked over slowly and saw a square-faced woman, a short boy, and a beautiful woman with black braids in a sky-blue silk skirt among the crowd. The eyes of the woman and the heroic man in green cloth seem to have a warm spring in their eyes.

A group of teenagers in white robes walked past him briskly, someone patted him on the shoulder and pushed him forward lightly.So he staggered forward, pulling away from the crowd.Wherever he went, someone opened a way for him, and everyone looked at him with smiles, like a grand reunion, or seeing him off.

There had been some snow on the road, but it seemed to have melted.He looked back at the crowd waving to him, the figures remained behind him and accompanied him.

"Wang Xiaoyuan is leaving!" He said softly, taking a step, stepping out of the dream.

A little itchy feeling came from the tip of the nose.

He opened his eyes, startled by the bright sky.He was lying on the bed, the window was slightly open, and Sisibi willow embroidery filled the window opening.The twittering birdsong and the fragrance of spring flowers were sent in together with the east wind, and brushed against the body, as if a gentle hand was gently caressing it.

Wang Xiaoyuan raised his hand with difficulty, his arm was still a little cracked and painful, clamped with a bamboo board, but it was more than half healed.He reached out to touch the tip of his nose, and held a crabapple petal in his hand.

Struggle to stand up, he found pink and white petals covered the window lattice, spring is coming.

Looking around, this was a bedroom he was somewhat familiar with. Behind the lacquered wooden beams was a thick suitcase, a rosewood round table, and a mahogany incense table. There were a few books on it, some of which were scattered pages, some of which were chess records.The burning incense in the censer is mixed with sandalwood and kabuluo incense, and the fragrance is very clear.He remembered that he would sometimes light this incense when he was meditating at the Tianshan Gate, saying that it had the effect of waking up the mind and waking up from dreams.

He stumbled over the pedals and fell to the ground.Bamboo boards were clamped on his hands and feet, and the wounds were not healed. In addition, he seemed to have been lying down for a long time, and his bones creaked when he moved, as if he was old.

There is a knife against the wall, it is a jade white knife.The blade had been shattered cleanly, leaving a snow-white scabbard empty.Using the scabbard as a crutch, he staggered out the door.

There was some noise outside the door, the laughter of children.

Beside the white wall, several small heads poked out from the top of the wall.The children from the streets and alleys twisted their bodies and climbed up. Maybe they had played in the mud just now, and their shirts were covered with mud spots.After a while, gray footprints were printed on the wall.

"Master Jin—" the child riding on the wall yelled unscrupulously, "My paper kite fell on your tree, please help me tear it off."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand to pull the branch and leaf, shaking the crabapple tree so that it rustled.

"Damn it!" a hoarse voice said angrily, "the alley outside is so small, where can we put paper kites? You just want to climb over the wall to come here, don't you?"

The child pursed his lips, "Can you help me take down the paper kite?"

Another head popped up on the wall: "Forget it, why bother a cripple?"

Several little heads with soaring braids looked at each other and smiled: "No, no, it's a cripple with both legs limping now!"

"Bah!" The anger at the bottom of the wall was going crazy, "When I recover from my wounds, I will drag you down one by one and stuff them into pots of medicinal wine!"

He leaned against the door and watched the scene, and suddenly felt mixed feelings in his heart, so he put on the scabbard, slowly took steps, and walked over step by step.

An armchair was placed under the crabapple tree, and a thin figure sat on it.Under that man's cloak is still the familiar gold-twisted brocade gown, it was like this when he left Jia, and it hasn't changed now.Wang Xiaoyuan saw his pale profile, with a slight blush on his cheeks, as if he was a little angry.

Aunt Mu stood aside, and the old woman was still wearing the pair of red trousers, her brows were still painted yellow, and she looked fierce.But now in his eyes, it seems a bit cute.

The person sitting in the chair looked at the group of children and rubbed his eyebrows with a headache: "Here we come again."

"Master, I think you are also a coy person. If you really hate them, why don't you hang some thorny yellow thorns on the wall so that they can't crawl in?" Aunt Mu said.

"Too much effort."

"If you want them to crawl into the mansion and make a noise, wouldn't it bother you?"

The man turned his head abruptly, stared at her fiercely, and remained silent for a long time.

Aunt Mu also sneered at him, but she put the matter aside for the time being, and the rest of the conversation was about trivial matters such as repairs, purchases, and wages in the mansion.The children crawled into the mansion garden, ran around with their feet loose, came and grabbed the man's clothes and kicked the armchair he was sitting on.The man got tired and waved them aside.The group of children were also considerate, seeing that he had never stood up from the chair, and remembering that his injury was probably still not healed, they crawled away with their eyes and tongue out, and went to pick crabapple flowers in the yard.

The sun gradually climbed up, and before lunch was ready, Aunt Mu went to the back kitchen.

The children's laughter kept coming and going, but they gradually drifted away, maybe they got into the bushes and climbed to the branches to look for scarabs.The man in brocade clothes was idle, and reached out to catch the petals of crabapple floating down from the tree. It was spring, and the tree was full of crabapple, pink and white, like a girl's smile.

A gust of wind blew by, messing up the man's slightly curled hair.Wang Xiaoyuan took a step forward, the sound of footsteps seemed to startle him, he looked back in a daze, and met Wang Xiaoyuan's eyes.

Those green and green pupils were originally like a pool of tranquil clear water, but at this moment, it seemed that a spring breeze had blown by, blowing out layers of ripples, gradually creating waves.

I don't know how long it took, but I heard the man calling out cautiously:

"...Wang Xiaoyuan?"

"Master." Wang Xiaoyuan staggered forward, dropped the Yubai knife, and embraced him who was sitting on the armchair.At that moment, all the memories and emotions rushed out like a torrent, tears welled up in his eyes, and he murmured to that person.

"Master Jinwu."

At first he was like a piece of plain paper, unable to remember his name, but the moment he stepped out of the door and saw the sun hanging high in the sky, his chaotic mind seemed to disappear.

It seems that a long time ago, someone dragged him into the snow-falling courtyard, and asked him to look up at the sun in the sky. The veil-like sunlight shining through the gaps in the dark clouds told him that there were dark clouds in the sun.When seeing the sun, let him remember his name.

The crabapple flowers are in full bloom, and the white petals are like icy skin. When the east wind blows, it seems that there is a rain of flowers in the sky, and it is like a sudden heavy snow.

In this flower snow, the two looked at each other for a moment, and then hugged each other tightly, as if they had embedded each other in their bones and blood, and they would never be separated again.

"Ten years... It took me ten years, and I took a long detour..." Wang Xiaoyuan buried his face on his shoulder, and his brocade clothes were wet with tears. "I'm sorry, I didn't find you until this time, master."

He wept bitterly like a child, as if he had returned to ten years ago.At that time, they were still young, and they were full of longing for the dreamlike scene in the future.

"Wang Xiaoyuan." He heard the man whisper.

"Ok?"

"I'm right here, and I'll always wait for you." Jinwu loosened his arms slightly, and there seemed to be emerald green waves in his eyes, shining brightly.He smiled, and his smile was really like a gentle spring, warm and harmonious.

"Fortunately, I have waited all my life."

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"In the past, the snow was like flowers, but now the flowers are like snow." - Fan Yun's "Farewell Poetry"

It's over!I will write a postscript to record my mood later, thank you for your support and company over the past three years!