beg for chivalry

There was a chilling silence in the hall.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed in the empty hall.Zuo Buzheng started pacing around the young man, circle after circle, pacing until he was anxious and unbearable.

"No, you have never seen what hell is like." She smiled coldly. "Do you think this is hell? I was too gentle with you before, and I had to use some ruthless hands to make you wake up—"

She clapped her hands, and several black-clothed assassins suddenly fell from the beam.They all had ghostly faces and strong arms, and they twisted the boy's arms and held them firmly.

It's only half a month away from the Panlongshan Thousand Monks Meeting. As the saying goes, Jin Wu's injury is not completely healed for a hundred days.At this time, being subjected to their rough actions, he suddenly felt dizzy in pain, but he still bit his lip stubbornly and kept silent.

Under the order of the left master, the people in black obediently lifted the overturned desk and pressed Jin Wuqiang on the chair.Someone took a thin chain and locked his hands and feet to the side of the chair, and pressed a stone plate on the straight teeth to prevent him from overturning the chair and escaping.

Jin Wu kept staring at Zuo Buzheng.He doesn't have the strength to move a knife or gun now, but his eyes are like the sharpest swords in the world, trying to gouge holes out of her body.

"You hate me." Zuo Buzheng smiled with interest, "but you will soon hate me even more. What is bitterness and what is hatred, I will teach you how to taste it today."

The boy's heart sank for no reason, but before he could say anything, a piece of slanted paper was laid out on the desk.Zuo Buzheng grabbed his hair and forced him to raise his head, his bright red lips opened and closed, and he spit out words like a poisoned knife: "You and Yi Qing are born exactly the same, but the things flowing in your bones are different."

"...I'm not Yiqing." Jin Wu's gaze was as cold as frost and snow, and he repeated it stubbornly.

Zuo Buzheng laughed loudly: "That's right, you're not him. He's a literati with a strong character and a brilliant mind; while you are talented and intelligent, but you use it all on the knife edge!"

She suddenly burst into a beautiful smile and said. "But you can be him—you are the closest person to him. Since you don't know how to write poems and poems, then start writing from the bottom up. If I want you to be him, you must be, and you must always be mine. Easy."

Jin Wu thought, I can recite poems and compose Fu, but I just disdain to be such a literati.

Even though he was a weakling when he was reading, he could memorize all the words and sentences.It's just that he has never been the one to study steadily, because he knows everything as soon as he learns it, so he feels that everything is boring.If Zuo Buzheng hadn't locked him in Houtianlou, he might have been named on the gold list and entered the court as an official.

This woman was thinking of ways to torture him, trying every means to quench his mind.It's a pity that he was born as a person who broke through the south wall and never looked back, so he didn't want to be subdued.

——But Jin Wu forgot one thing.

He has been fighting with Zuo Buzheng for several years, but he has never been able to get out of the cage she set up.He never expected how decisive this woman could be, nor did he expect that this time she would be more cruel and tyrannical than the evil spirit.

The assassins in black tidied up the book case.Jin Wu, however, couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in the dominatrix's gourd. He just gritted his teeth and stared at her, his heart pounding in his chest.

Zuo Buzheng chuckled, "Recently, I have sent someone to make the Four Treasures of the Study just for you, Junior Brother Yi Qing, do you like it?"

Just as Jin Wu wanted to refute her, his face suddenly turned pale.

A pen was placed in front of him.This pen is thin and short, with weird arcs at the head and tail, and the brush is black and short.It looks rather odd.If you want to use this pen to write and draw, you can only hold it with two fingers, which is very effortless.

Zuo Buzheng said: "Guess what this is?"

Jin Wu stared at the pen, and although he didn't speak, he was already sweating profusely: he knew what it was.The pen holder is made of human bone, and the brush hair is also taken from the human body.I don't know how many lives have been condensed in this short pen.

"Jin Wu, you are really powerful. You can fight Jianghu Tenth without losing. But I said before... you must take the life of the monk who broke the precepts. You saw him fall into the water after being hit by a sword, but he really Is he dead? You haven't seen anyone alive, and you haven't seen a dead body yet, can you really be sure that your heart was killed by your sword?" Zuo Buzheng shook his head and said. "This is your mistake. And because of your mistake, I will kill a few more people as a warning, so that Quan Hou Tianlou will know: what happens to those who don't follow my orders."

The boy's eyes were bloodshot, and he gasped and asked, "You...what did you do to them?"

Before, he felt that Jinbu and Shuibu seemed to have lost many familiar faces. He thought that it would be because of the serious wear and tear in Qianseng, and he didn't want Zuo Buzheng to kill people.

Zuo Buzheng smiled coquettishly: "Shall I explain? Where do you think this pen came from? I searched through their finger bones for a long time, and finally found a bone that I liked to use as a rod, and threw the rest away. Go feed the dog. As for the pen hairs...cutting their eyelashes is too troublesome, so I cut them off together with the eyelids, and finally got this pen together."

"This pen is made to punish them for not being able to wield swords and guns, and for not knowing the wisdom of enemies and enemies."

She picked up the pen made of human bones, and showed it to the boy with a smile on her face.Jin Wu not only felt chills when he saw it, but also felt a little nauseous.

Zuo Buzheng gave instructions to the left and right: "Where are the inkstone and ink? Put them all up."

The appearance of the inkstone is also quite strange, neither a stone cover nor an inkstone foot, it looks like a short-handled spoon with a curvature, or a light-colored Ganoderma lucidum, but the edge is not smooth.

That's... half of a human pelvis.

In an instant, anger burned in his heart.Jin Wu stared hard at the inkstone made of pelvis. He couldn't figure out how many people Zuo Buzheng had killed to select such a half bone, because it was smooth and flat, obviously after careful selection and patience. Made after grinding.

Zuo Buzheng casually smiled and said: "This is taken from the people of the Ministry of Water. One is to punish them for lurking ineffectively and being caught by the monk who broke the precepts. The other is to punish you for acting recklessly and meeting the monk who broke the precepts without authorization. Yes, if It's not you, and I don't bother to kill so many people. You can also think that it's all because of your fault, and these people need to die under my hands."

Jin Wu found it difficult to swallow, "You...to their corpses..."

Yasha wondered: "I don't like to tear apart the bones, and you also know about it."

In other words, the human bone pen and pelvic inkstone were all taken from living people!Even he couldn't imagine what it would be like to cut flesh and bones alive, and he didn't dare to think about it.

The boy's eyes widened in an instant, he wanted to clenched his fists, but his hands were weak; he wanted to clenched his teeth, but there was a smell of blood in his mouth.

He was so angry that he struggled desperately on the wooden chair.It's a pity that the wound has not healed and his strength is weak, coupled with the iron chains and several black-clothed assassins holding him down, he can't move no matter what.

Zuo Buzheng caressed his frowning brows and sharply raised canthus, and whispered softly: "You are angry, but anger is not enough, and hatred is not enough. I want you to despair, and I want you to know how cheap human life is." , How miserable the world is. As long as you don't listen to my words for a moment, you will suffer for a moment, and you will not see the day when you look up, and you will only see the yellow spring when you bow your head."

She stood up and looked down at him with cold eyes. "I remember that someone in the Ministry of Gold walked very close to you... It was Asura Zhanyue... Jin Shiba?"

Hearing this name, Jin Wu suddenly trembled all over.

Under the effect of the "Wangyou" medicine, he was actually a little delirious at this time, and it was all because of his anger at Zuo's injustice that he kept from falling asleep.There seemed to be a vast white mist in his head, he even somewhat forgot how the Thousand Monks Association fought with the monks of Panlong Mountain and fought with the monks who broke the precepts.

But there is one thing that can never be forgotten - Jin Shiba died in front of him that day, how could this matter be forgotten!He still remembered the cool rain that day, the howling wind, the dark maple forest, the muddy water and pool of blood with the smell of grass, the frozen smile on that man's pale face, and what kind of mood he had for him. Sing the mourning song.

What Jin Wu is afraid of is not Zuo Buzheng, but that he will never remember the unforgettable past, which is exactly what Zuo Buzheng is trying to erase from his heart.

"What are you going to do to Jin Shiba...?" He asked word by word, each word seemed to be dug out from his throat, heavier than iron and sharper than a knife.

Zuo Buzheng didn't answer, she just slightly bent her charming and beautiful eyes, which seemed to be pity, but also more like ridicule.When she looked at Jin Wu, it was as if she was looking at a grain of dust in her palm, or as if she was looking at a small fish flopping in a dry rut.

She said: "This is your punishment. As long as you are still on the 'Golden Five' day, everything you cherish and love will become dust on your chariot."

Jin Wu roared: "...Answer me! What are you going to do to Jin Shiba!"

The person has passed away, and the dust and mud are gone, what else does she want to do?

"It's not 'what to do'," Zuo Buzheng laughed, "...but 'what to do'!"

Hearing this, his heart was half cold.

Zuo Buzheng reminded him with a cruel smile: "Didn't you notice... Jin Shiba has been in front of you from the very beginning, and you just turned a blind eye!"

In front of me?What's in front of you?

Jin Wu suddenly lowered his head to look, and saw that there were pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the case.The pen is made of human bones, and the inkstone is made of pelvic bones.He looked again, and suddenly there seemed to be thunder roaring in his mind, so the boy's whole body trembled and his throat choked.

It's ink.

A piece of soot ink was placed on the table, and the vermilion color lit the maple forest carvings.Ordinary ink stripes are all pitch black, but this ink stripe is mixed with mottled colors, which is very strange.

And on the ink stick, the three characters "Golden Eighteen" are drawn in pale gold.

He knows how to make ink.Burn oil to get smoke, knead it with ox glue, and ink workers make a ball of comfrey and sumac, and then put it into an iron mortar to pound it.If you want to use human beings to make ink, you will use oil to support combustion, pound meat into mud, and grind bones into powder.

This is not a line of ink, but a person.

And this person was six years older than him, a head taller than him, and his body seemed much stronger.Dismantling such a person's limbs, picking out the flesh and bones, and then grinding them into powder and putting them into ink, he never thought that anyone could do such a thing.

"It's... Jin Shiba." He heard his own voice come out of his mouth, his calmness was terrifying.This is no longer a question, but a sure-fire confirmation.

In the past half month, there have been more than ten days and nights.Either he was seriously injured and fell into a coma, or he woke up in a daze, and the blood-red maple forest with continuous rain appeared in front of him all the time, and he was always thinking about not being able to dig a hole for Jin Shiba that day, so that he could be buried in peace.When he thought that that person might have been exposed, his heart felt empty and unbearable.

But he never thought that Jin Shiba would not even have the chance to die without a whole body.The man's body was picked up, but it was maliciously crushed to ashes, and the remaining body was placed in front of him at this moment.

The woman just smiled with interest.She was dressed in white, her eyebrows and figure were like a lotus emerging from water, and she was as beautiful as a crown of jade, but inside she had the ferocious fangs of a yaksha, fierce and tyrannical.

Jin Wu suddenly moved.

What Yasha said earlier was right, he no longer knew what was sorrow and what was hatred.I just felt that there seemed to be a ruthless iron hand that wanted to tear his body into two pieces, crush him and throw him into the sea of ​​endless suffering.

The light in the world seemed to be dimmed instantly, and the sound was lost.He couldn't see anything, and he couldn't hear his own voice. He only knew that he was trying to break free from the iron chains that held his hands and bound him, and he also knew that he was screaming and roaring and crashing into the table. Pounce on the cruel and ruthless Yaksha.

"—Left is wrong!"

Jin Wu panted heavily and roared, his eyes cleft and his chest heaving violently, as if he wanted to spit out the grievances accumulated over a thousand days and nights.Hatred filled his heart, but he could only grit his teeth and repeat those words. "...I'm going to kill you! Kill you!"

Zuo Buzheng just turned the corner of his mouth lightly.

"You can't," she said.

Her finger is like a jade onion, but it stabs out like a sharp arrow in an instant!Yasha's unrighteous left hands are the most ruthless murder weapon in the world. They can easily break necks and unscrew heads.

Every finger is a sharp knife, better than the sharpest sword in the world.

And five of the ten sharp knives sank into Jin Wu's shoulders at this moment.But in an instant, he knocked the young man to the ground!

Zuo Buzheng looked down at him, and said softly, "Do you know who is number one in the world?"

The boy felt that he had lost feeling on half of his shoulder. This woman's vicious actions left several blood holes on his body.At this moment, when she moved her knuckles when she was buried in his body, he would feel the pain like hell, wishing he could die with his head on the ground.

Jin Wu endured the pain and stared at her relentlessly.Cold sweat slid down the side of his cheeks, he gritted his teeth and said, "Tianshan Gate... Yu Qiuxia!"

No. [-] on the rivers and lakes list, the rumored Yubai swordsman can be the best in the world with only three swords.

Zuo Buzheng said: "Not bad. But do you know why that person is number one?"

She squinted her eyes and laughed: "Because I don't bother to compete with that person for the first place. If we meet one day, let alone Yu Qiuxia, even if the top ten on the list come to fight me, I can win. She pulled out her bleeding fingers, leaving bright red fingerprints on Jin Wu's face, and said softly. "Even number one in the world may not be able to beat me, let me ask you...Jin Wu, are you really capable of killing me?"

No.

When he realized this, Jin Wu's spine suddenly felt cold, and his teeth almost chattered.

He really has no confidence in defeating Zuo Buzheng.In the early years, he had seen Zuo Buzheng massacre Grandmaster Dingyuan, and he had also seen her tear off the head of Abbot Jing'an with her bare hands in the first few months.This woman has the courage to be fearless even if there are thousands of troops, and the madness that can turn over the blue sky and the yellow spring.

It's not that Jin Wu never thought of killing Zuo Buzheng, but every time she easily resolved him, he would always be the one who was defeated like water.The first time, Zuo Buzheng broke his limbs and threw them into the water. He bit the reed before moving back to the shore with difficulty. One time, she slapped his internal organs in disarray, and he vomited half a basin of blood before he recovered.

He has never been able to beat Zuo Buzheng once.It was so before, and it may still be so in the future.

In pain, Jin Wu looked up at the ceiling.It was originally a soft red and clear lotus flower pattern, but at some point someone painted a demon with teeth and claws. The hell was cold and hot, and all living beings convulsed and screamed in the blood river.He suddenly felt a little cold, his body was cold when he fell on the ground, and his heart seemed to be covered with frost.

At that time, he warned Jin Shiba not to get too close to him, but the man refused to listen, and ended up like this.It is rumored that people who go to hell will retain the appearance of life and death, but what should Jin Shiba do?The bones of the body were crushed into mud and melted into the ink, without even a human figure.

It turned out to be the case.Everyone...everyone around him will die in the end.

At this time, Yasha bent over and stared at him with unrestrained affection.Her words were like intoxicating poison, gradually smearing Jin Wu's vision into darkness.

The moment before he lost consciousness, he heard Zuo Buzheng speak to him gently and cruelly.

"Since you know you can't beat me, you'll stay here forever... Be my 'Yi Qing', Jin Wu."