beg for chivalry

The torrential rain poured down like a flood that burst a bank.The cold wind blew in the narrow street in gusts, rolling the raindrops on the dirt walls.At the end of the narrow and straight alley is the red lacquered door of the courtyard house, and the red lanterns hang dimly and despondently from the eaves.

A black-clothed figure was walking in the wind and rain, staggering with his fingers stuck to the cracks in the bricks.One hand was tied with a silver thread, blood dripped from the sleeve, but was quickly dispersed by the rain, leaving a few traces of bright red on the back of the hand.When he reached the board door, he stretched out his finger and knocked five times. After waiting for a while, the door opened a crack.

"Ghost of Suoyi, Shui Jiu, you're injured." A girl with a pendant bun stood in the crack of the door, her face was flushed red in the firelight, more colorful than the narrow-necked peach red shirt she was wearing.she asked. "Who is the opponent, is it strong enough to hurt you?"

She didn't intend to move away from the door, so the man in black stood in the rain and looked at her, "Very strong. He is the most difficult person I have encountered so far."

Rainwater slid down his ghostly face and mixed with blood in puddles.The girl stared at his bleeding hand, took a step back, and said softly. "Come in, but don't make a sound, don't delay him from closing his eyes."

The three latched doors were opened, revealing the dark door opening, and the shadow wall of vines dangled in the shadow of the lamp, as if it couldn't be illuminated at all.Panting, Yan Jiubian stepped on the mottled stone bricks and followed behind her.They walked around the screen wall and stopped by the porch.

Zuo Sanniang held the lamp panel, her almond-shaped eyes looked extraordinarily dark.A waterfall-like rain curtain fell beside them, resounding like whips and drums, and her voice was thin and pierced in Yan Jiubian's ears like the tip of a needle. "What is the name of the person you are going to kill tonight?"

"Yujiachen of the Tianshan Gate, a disciple of Sanzhu of Yubeixuan."

"Heaven... Shanmen." Sanniang knew little about Jianghu and tilted her head. "Is it great?"

"The school of Yubai Swordsman is located in the crown of the cave, the fairy capital of Taoism. It can teach the northern and southern sects to look sideways, and the east and west to bow their heads. What do you think, Miss San?" Blood dripped from his fingers, Yan Jiubian felt Flowers appeared in front of his eyes, and the girl's face seemed to him to be cloudy and sunny.he said.

"It's just that I never thought that the chicks in the Tianshan Gate are not ordinary people. I followed the order of the left master to kill Sanzhu disciple Yujiachen, because from the secret report of the Ministry of Water, this person is the most trusted by Yubeixuan. It won’t take a few years before they should be among the Jianghu rankings, and they should be eliminated as soon as possible.”

Sanniang said, "He beat you."

The black-clothed assassin gritted his teeth. "Shuibu and I formed an array in secret and surrounded the guest house. We only need to lift off the partition and jump into the house to drive them out of the door tied with strings, and then we can kill them. Unexpectedly, Fang chopped off the candle. Huo Maxin, one of them chopped off the square pillars with a single blow, the beam frame fell, and all the strings were scattered."

"Just one knife?"

Yan Jiubian raised his bloody hand and spread it in front of her. "With just one knife, dozens of people in the water department were crushed under the rubble before they could escape. I escaped quickly, but in the end I didn't even touch the corner of Yujiachen's clothes. It was the fastest knife I have ever seen. Looking at Lively and soft, but has the power to pull a thousand catties."

A sarcasm smirked at the corner of his mouth. "Don't tell me it's me. If your fifth elder brother meets them, it will be a disaster."

Sanniang just shook her head stubbornly, "Jin Wu is very strong, he won't lose. If you lose, he will definitely not lose."

"Why? Why are you so sure?" In an instant, Yan Jiubian's face became a little ferocious, his hand was slightly opened by his side, and a subtle silver light flashed across his fingertips.

The closed hall was like a tightened arm, enclosing them in darkness.Raindrops fell from the edge of the eaves like broken beads, and the red paper lanterns were mottled with water, revealing a dim light that would not be extinguished.This light fell in Sanniang's eyes, making her happy.

"Because he said he would save me. Whatever he said and promised, he will definitely not take it lightly."

The black-clothed assassin was a little dumb, and after a long time, he asked with red eyes: "Is that why you trust him?"

Sanniang nodded, pulled the bamboo leaves by the door, and threw them into the rain one by one. "Naturally. Because there is no one in the world who believes him. If I don't believe him, he will be alone."

The sound of the rain is messy, like a noisy earth drum at the end of the year.Yan Jiubian's heart was also disturbed, he leaned heavily against the skirt board, and looked at the closed square door opposite.Zuo Buzheng asked him to look at Jin Wu, but he hated him extremely.Xio said it was a face-to-face meeting, but just knowing that they were under the same roof could make his chest churn.

In Yan Jiubian's heart, Jin Wu is like a bird of prey, neither flock nor pair, very difficult to control.But everyone was staring at him, just watching his every move, as if the rest of the assassins were just a foil.

"What's wrong with being alone... alone?" His molars were grinding hard, but the smile on his face did not change at all. "It's great, not to be hated by others, not to be loved by others."

They stood silently under the eaves for a long time.The raindrops rolled over obliquely with the wind, soaking the robe.

"Miss San, do you know why the Yan family asked me to wait for Tianlou?" Yan Jiubian sat on the ground next to the wooden door, playing with the silver thread drawn out of the flower.His eyes were like two deep holes, pitch black and bottomless.

"I am a tribute to the left master, in order to keep the sacrifices of the Yan family in Qi province. The Yan family found a hundred men and women from undocumented disciples to have sex with. When they were eight or nine years old, the skin and flesh were removed. The facial features are pinched out of plaster and reshaped every three days with clay."

He opened his hand, and the silver thread glistened between his fingers, "Do you know what this is? It's the silkworm string that sews the skin on the face. I have thousands of these threads on my body. It hurts at first, and it hurts when you move your fingers." It can be pulled up to my legs, and if I pinch and twitch, maybe the skin all over my body can be wrinkled and lifted. But since I was a child, they said that I should be "Yi Qing", a person who should be enshrined on the lotus platform, So I endured it."

Sanniang listened silently, she put down the lamp panel, the candle was extinguished by the wind, and the surrounding area was submerged by dark waves, only the sound of rain and Yan Jiubian's voice could be heard.

Yan Jiubian stared at the tightly-closed wooden door, his eyes were like knives, as if he wanted to poke two holes in the pane.

"...I hate him, Miss San, I hate him to the bone." He said softly, "Without him, I would be Zuozhuzhu's most cherished 'Yiqing'. I look forward to it day and night. When he is taken away by the devil, I will no longer be Yan Jiubian from the Yan family in Qi Province, and I will no longer be Shui Jiu from Houtianlou."

Sanniang lowered her eyes and tore open the bamboo leaves, the split leaves trembled in the wind.She asked, "Then who are you? Do you want to live in someone else's face, for decades, for a lifetime?"

She also looked towards the opposite door through the rain curtain, her voice was as sweet as soaked in honey. "Whether you hate him or not is none of my business. I only know that he is my fifth brother, and I will love him for the rest of my life."

Jealousy and hatred churned in his heart like a whirlpool, Yan Jiubian only snorted coldly, stood up and stepped into the rain.He put the ghost mask on his face, and suddenly laughed loudly: "Miss San, who do you think will die first, you or him?"

Zuo Sanniang raised her face in a daze.Seeing her confused and panicked, Yan Jiubian felt even more delighted to take revenge: "You don't know what he's been doing these past two years? He was able to kill a monk two years ago, and he was the tenth in the Jianghu, and the ninth in the Jianghu. What about the eighth? How long will he live?"

In the past two years, Jin Wuchang hadn't returned for several months, and finally came back dragging his body covered in bruises. He would always find a place to suffocate for ten and a half months, throwing pieces of linen soaked in blood out.Zuo Sanniang knew that he was dealing with the top ten in the Jianghu rankings, and his life was hanging by a thread several times, and he almost died.

"I know." With a pale face, she stood up abruptly, "I won't stop him, but if one day he goes to hell, I will definitely follow him."

These words were really ridiculous to Yan Jiubian's ears.

The Clothes Ghost sneered, and walked along the stone slab into the red hall, with hurried steps, as if wanting to leave everything behind.Zuo Sanniang's face was gradually lost in the darkness, as if being wiped away by ink.

Yan Jiubian was in a state of disarray at this moment.He originally thought that the Tianshan Gate was a fledgling generation, but he didn't want that person to repel dozens of people from the Water Department with a single blow tonight, which shows that his skill is so profound that it is really impossible to do anything with his strength.

The pillars of rain all over the sky were like hammers and arrows, hurting the whole body.He staggered past the closed lattice door, and suddenly a light came on inside the door.The dim light of the fire came, casting a faint shadow on the window paper.

The figure in the begonia grid was swaying, and suddenly a hoarse voice came through the window paper.

"...Who are you going to kill?"

The voice was very dry, like entrained sand and stones bumping against the wind.Yan Jiubian stopped walking, and his heart was like seven or eight bells ringing together, shaking all over the place.He turned his head to look at the shadow on the window paper, knowing that the person he hated the most was on the opposite side of that paper.

He said coldly: "Young master, you don't have to meddle in your own business."

Yan Jiubian heard from the Ministry of Water that this person had fought against "Qingfeng Palm" Huang Mo for a few days. Jiulu Qingfeng Palm ranked third on the Jianghu list. The man returned safely.

From a certain day two years ago, after returning to Houtianlou, Raksha in black started to practice kung fu like crazy, especially the Bailiu sword technique, practicing hard from all kinds of schools.Zuo Sanniang said that he met a weird swordsman in Haijin, felt ashamed, and finally decided to practice martial arts.Jin Wu is talented and intelligent, even outstanding. He has improved by leaps and bounds in just two years. Even Yan Jiubian didn't expect that he is now as strong as the third in the Jianghu list.

The wooden door was pushed open abruptly, Yan Jiubian shivered, retreated a few steps from the door, and retreated out of the corridor.The lamp beans were swaying in the covered pot, and the flickering firelight shone on the man.Jin Wu was dressed in a pitch-black military uniform, with a steel cape, iron armguards, and a Langtou Tianyu iron knife in his hand.He looked at Yan Jiubian expressionlessly, and only asked.

"Can it be killed?"

"what?"

Yan Jiubian gritted his teeth resentfully. He thought that this person would be seriously injured after fighting Huang Mo, the palm of the wind, but he was safe and sound.

"Can you kill it, Tianshanmen Yujiachen?"

Jin Wu said.He raised his hand, holding a piece of hemp paper between his fingertips.Yan Jiubian recognized that it was a secret report from the Ministry of Water, and somehow it fell into his hands.The black-clothed Rakshasa's eyes glowed with green light at night, through the rain curtain, it looked like jade stones falling in the water, but Yan Jiubian was horrified and his heart sank.

The rain poured on the body, and it was cool in the heart.Yan Jiubian shouted frantically, "Yes!" He stepped heavily on the puddle, splashing mud on his short boots. "How can I not do what you can do? Within three or five days, I will definitely hang that man's head in front of your door!"

His heart seemed to be on fire, cold and painful.At that moment, the boulder that had been pressing on his heart for many years seemed to collapse, and it hurt his heart, Yan Jiubian roared, and the soft sound of rain finally calmed him down a little.

He raised his eyes, but the wooden door was closed.The candles in the room were extinguished, and there was only a gloomy skylight in the courtyard, with melancholy clouds hanging over the head and pouring continuous rain.The deep darkness surged like a wave, and the cold night was desolate.

Jin Wu's plain voice came from behind the grid door, indistinct and indistinct, and dissipated in the wind after a while.

"…That's good."

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Didn't meet...meeting is the beginning of sand sculpture