Reincarnation of the powerful minister

On August [-]th, the third day of the opening of the market, there was a grand scene of empty streets in Qingshuiying.

The scope of the horse market has more than doubled compared to the original, almost covering the entire East City, and it is simply a sea of ​​people.

The exotic cattle, alpacas, camels, spices and jewelry, and the rice salt tea, porcelain and silk from the Central Plains, as if the impact of cold and hot ocean currents, formed a vortex-like fusion circle here.

Su Yan stood on the high corner of the city wall and looked down. He saw that there was no shortage of shops around the horse market that provided various services such as drinking and drinking water, currency exchange, and gold and silver appraisal.Each area is separated by vertical and horizontal bluestone roads, neatly planned, there are street trees and stones for people to rest on the roadside, and teams of soldiers patrol the roads.The whole scene was bustling, but orderly.

It can be seen that it is still useful to keep Huo Dun and Yan Chengxue, Su Yan said to himself, at least it can ensure that such a grand transaction runs smoothly without any trouble.

He scanned the audience condescendingly, and suddenly found the figure of Altan in the crowd.

There are many foreigners in the horse market, and many of them are dressed as northern desert tribes, but it is still rare for Altan to stand out from the crowd.And he wears gold and jade, the braids and the gold jewelry around his neck are very dazzling in the sun, it's hard not to notice.

Jing Hong followed Su Yan's line of sight, and snorted softly: "Wealth is not revealed, and he doesn't understand the most basic rules of the rivers and lakes, and he is not afraid of being robbed."

Su Yan laughed: "For us, these golds represent wealth, but for him, they are just ordinary decorations, like a hair tie or a sachet."

Such a person is either born with a golden spoon in his mouth, or treats money like dirt and is not moved by foreign objects.Jing Hongzhui thinks that Altan belongs to the former, simply put, he is not the same as him.

He asked Su Yan: "Why does your lord care so much about this Wala man? Because he may have an unusual identity?"

Su Yan thought for a while, and said: "This is one reason. On the other hand, I think he is very pure."

"pure?"

"Yes, natural and pure, with few impurities, just like a piece of pure gold. Even if this kind of person has a stronger temperament, but his emotions come from the heart, it will be very easy to get along with."

Jing Hong chased the corners of her mouth tightly and remained silent.

Su Yan tilted his head to look at him, and smiled again: "What is Ah Zhui thinking?"

"It's nothing."

"Actually, you are also a very pure person."

"...Your Excellency is joking. I am a killer who was born as a grassroots. I have reaped countless lives under the sword. It is not an exaggeration to say that my hands are full of blood. Don't insult the word 'pure'."

Su Yan looked at his indifferent side face, and asked, "Do you still remember, the night you and I first met, I said what you looked like?"

Jing Hong chased without hesitation and said: "My lord said that I have a murderous aura that cannot be washed away, like a sharp sword that cannot be returned to its sheath."

"But now, your murderous aura is restrained. Although you are still sharp, you have a sense of returning to the original. The reason why I say you are pure is because you have never sought wealth and glory, and you have never put fame and power in your eyes. You see There is no difference between the eyes of high-ranking officials and nobles and the eyes of traffickers and pawns."

"No, I kill for money."

"What about your money?"

"..." Jing Hong recalled the few taels of silver left in her bag, feeling a little ashamed.

"You have been an assassin for so many years, and the commission for each order used to be as high as thousands of taels of silver, but you are still penniless now, why?"

"I used to... when I had money, I spent carelessly, helping the poor at will, and when I didn't have money, I went to take orders..."

Su Yan smiled, "Because to you, money is only for ensuring your survival and never for enjoyment. You regard money as dung and power as worthless. You only draw your sword for your own will. You are a truly free soul. People—this is what I admire and admire.”

Jing Hong chasing the auricles is thin red, illuminated by the sun, like translucent chalcedony.He murmured: "My lord's words are too exaggerated. I'm just a solo traveler who lives day by day, and even for a while... In the few months after my sister's death, I felt that I had no popularity at all, just like As a walking corpse, I can only hear my sister's mournful cries every day, and I only have the words "revenge and hatred" in my heart. I don't even dare to think about what else I can do after revenge. People like me, even if they die Well, it's also a lonely ghost that no one cares about..."

That's why he repeatedly tried to assassinate Wei Jun forcibly, with a will to die, stubborn and stubborn, and even refused to accept Su Yan's kindness.Because whether it is the dog life of the old thief Wei, or his own humble life, it is not worth implicating that young official with a bright future.

——Master Su is not in the same way as him.

However, as if teased by God's will, he finally walked to Lord Su's side, and gradually became greedy for this seat.

Master Su gave him a reason to draw his sword other than revenge and murder, and also gave him the meaning of guarding the sheath of the love in his heart, letting him know that he can also be clear and fulfilling, hopeful, and cherished by others of.

When Su Yan heard "Lonely Ghost", he remembered that night in the Xiaonanyuan, Jing Hongzhui's cold and silent tone and the look of death as if he was alive, couldn't help feeling distressed, and wrapped his calloused hands together. In the palm of his hand, he said: "Don't underestimate yourself. I said earlier that I know your kindness in my heart. How can no one care about it? I'm not a human being?"

Jing Hongzhui only felt that the hand being held was wrapped in a ball of sweet affection, ironing the heat in one's heart.He was stimulated by this heat, like a volcano that has been silent for too long is eager to erupt, and the magma is eager to break through the compacted and hard crust, burning all the way regardless of the consequences, and integrating himself with the other party.

He held Su Yan's hands instead, and blurted out, "My lord, I—"

A gust of autumn wind blew up a few fallen leaves, Feichen was dazed, Su Yan subconsciously pulled out his right hand to rub.

"Something got into my eyes, I don't know if it's sand or bugs." Su Yan blinked vigorously amidst the tears, "Help me see..."

Jing Hongzhui still held his left hand with one hand, opened his eyelids with the other hand, and took a closer look. "There's a small black spot stuck inside the eyelid." He held his breath and leaned over, blowing a few breaths.

Su Yan still had a strong sense of a foreign body in his eyes, and tears flowed out uncontrollably, "It's not healed yet, let's blow it."

This distance is too close, so close that you can smell your breath and smell mixed, so close that you can't stop banging on the door lock in your heart, roaring "I can't bear it anymore, I can't bear it anymore", and I want to break out.

Jing Hongzhui let go of Su Yan's hand, and held Su Yan's back for the next moment, and gently licked the inside of his eyelids with the tip of her tongue.

Moist, soft, slightly salty, like the pink mussel meat in the clam shell that has been pried open, exposing the most delicate and delicious side to the person, whether to eat or not depends on the person's thought.

Su Yan was a little dazed by the sudden licking, the silky and itchy feeling in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and the warmth of his nose still remained on his cheeks.He looked at Jing Hongchai with a blank face, blinked several times, and said, "Okay...thank you."

After thinking about it, I felt a little awkward aftertaste, and added: "Don't lick it next time, I'll rinse it with water myself."

"...Yes, my lord." Jing Hongzhui said in a hoarse voice.

His voice is usually cold and bright, penetrating the air, and it sounds like a metallic texture, reminiscent of the luster of a sword blade soaked in ice water and flowing under the moonlight.Now it seems to be being burned by the fire and beaten by refining force, turning into hot molten iron like magma, flowing thick and soundlessly into the groove, reshaping a new body.

Shaped into a sword that can be sheathed, it is accepted and accommodated by the scabbard, tightly wrapped, tightly seamed, and combined into one.No matter how small you are, or if you fly thousands of miles away, there will always be a destination.

He wants a sheath named "Su Yan", and wants to be the only sword that belongs to this sheath.

For this reason, he is willing to sacrifice all his loyalty, love and even his life in exchange for the right to accompany the sword and sheath for life.

Su Yan smelled a trace of deja vu, and vaguely felt something was wrong.The Ah Zhui in front of him was still the one he was familiar with, but the look in his eyes made him shiver slightly, but it wasn't because of disgust, chill, or fear...he couldn't tell what it was like.

In order to conceal the strange feeling of trembling heartstrings, Su Yan turned around, looked down at the horse market below again, and saw Altan's figure in the crowd again.

Altan was standing sideways, looking up at the top of the city wall where he was.

It was too far away, and he couldn't see the expression on Altan's face clearly, and he couldn't be sure whether the other party could really see himself on the podium.

Su Yan tentatively raised his right hand and waved it towards the other party.

Altan turned around and strode away.

...I didn't see it.Su Yan turned his head to look at his empty arm, and on a whim, he made a sign of a lucky cat with five paws around his arms.

"My lord has also discovered it." Jing Hong chased.

"what?"

"There are five people following Altan, hiding in every corner. I thought they were his subordinates, but after looking at the shape and outline carefully, they were not any of the horse dealers."

Su Yan stared at Altan's surroundings, searched carefully for a long while, but did not find a follower that Ah Zhui said, so he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "You are Hawkeye, and I can't even hit a finger of the Black Widow. "

Jing Hongzhui seemed a little surprised, and said, "How does your lord know about the name 'Black Widow'? This girl came from a prostitute, and she practiced Caiyang Bu—well, heretical kung fu, and my lord's ears are polluted by speaking out." .This woman is often active in the Jiangnan area, no matter what, I will never meet her. Even if I meet her, my subordinates will clean up and will not let the adults see the bad luck."

Su Yan was stunned, then laughed loudly, and put his arms around Jing Hongzhui's shoulders: "It's quite interesting to talk about chickens and ducks, Ah Zhui, hey, Ah Zhui."

The two calls of "A Zhui" were full of interest, Jing Hongzhui's ears were warmed by the shout, and the palm on her shoulder was even more provocative.

He knew that Mr. Su had no personal feelings for him, but his blood was still racing because of this little physical contact. In order not to make a fool of himself, he had to put on a cold face and push Su Yan's hand back, "My lord is a serious scholar, where is it?" Contaminated with the habits of the world, when you see someone, you will hook your shoulders and call them brothers."

Su Yan withdrew his hand with a smile: "I don't see anyone like this. It's just you and Altan. He is my new friend, and he has a bright personality. It must be very useful. But you..."

Jing Hongzhui seemed to be paralyzed, but she listened carefully with her ears pricked up.

"You are my brother, my heart, my soul. If possible, I really want to tie you, a martial arts master, to my belt for the rest of my life, so that I will be safe and sound from now on hahaha."

Jing Hong gritted her teeth and looked at him, her heart churned violently, she didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow.

Su Yan shrugged, and put her mouth close to Jing Hong's ear: "Help me keep an eye on it, and lend a hand if necessary."

"...Altan?"

"Yes. I always feel that something is wrong. Who is the identity of the cavalry who attacked us? The tattoos are fake, and I am afraid they are not Tatars, but the 'Uharang' they are loyal to is the son of the Tatar grand master. Also, just now Who are those unfamiliar followers you mentioned?"

Jing Hong thought about it, and said: "I can't tell their identities, but I can only be sure that they are from Beimo. Although they are wearing clothes from the Central Plains, their cheekbones are black and red, and their legs are a little ringed. They have been riding horses for a long time. lead to."

Su Yan nodded slightly: "I'm worried that they belong to other northern desert tribes, such as Oala's old enemy Tatar, which will be bad for Altan. Even if it's not against Altan, sneaking into the border town by hiding its identity is definitely not a good thing. Ah Zhui, go check it out."

Jing Hongzhui frowned: "But I have to protect the safety of adults."

Su Yan smiled and said: "You think Chu Yuan and the others are vegetarians, be careful that they want to fight you. Besides, there are five hundred elite soldiers who all command envoys. My side is like an iron bucket now. But the five termites , don’t break the embankment of a thousand miles, after all, this is Qingshui Camp, Daming’s 'North Gate Lock and Key'."

Jing Hongzhui also had to admit that Mr. Su had reasonable considerations, so he nodded and asked again: "If these people only trouble Altan and have nothing to do with Qingshuiying, what should I do with my subordinates?"

Su Yan thought in his heart, I already said to lend a helping hand when necessary, isn't this asking knowingly?Well, you, Ah Zhui, played tricks and imitated you badly!

So he smiled and asked, "What do you think?"

Jing Hong chased Suan: "Since it has nothing to do with our country, their tribe is fighting among themselves, so it is naturally inconvenient for the subordinates to take action."

Su Yan sternly said, "No, I want you to take action. If Altan is in danger, you must save him, even if it costs you..." He pondered deliberately.

"Even if you pay... the life of your subordinate?" Jing Hong chased after the authorities, her face was cold and her tone was extremely bitter, "Your Excellency and that barbarian have only known each other for a few days! How could-"

"Even if I pay you three taels of silver for a broken sword, okay? You jealous!" A smile appeared in Su Yan's eyes.

"Listen well, Ah Zhui," Su Yan said seriously, "I will never sacrifice you for anyone, including myself. If, I mean, if the situation really comes to that point, you will not be able to save it unless you lose your life." Altan—then save your own life first! After all, closeness is different, I can’t love the world and treat everyone equally, so I can only feel sorry for him.”

Jing Hongzui pursed her lips and remained silent, her eyes seemed to be radiant with passion, before she said after a while: "Your Excellency is a white crane in the clouds, with noble aspirations, and never wronged anyone."

Su Yan thought of Shen Qi's back full of torture injuries, of Yun Xi's leap on the city wall of Xiaonanyuan, of the seven heads rolling down on the Yan'an execution ground, and smiled wryly at himself.

After getting down the city wall, Chu Yuan and others waited at the base of the wall.

Seeing that the two of them had finally finished the trip of "I and Ah Chase to see the scenery, you don't have to follow", Gao Shuo looked Jing Hongzhui up and down with displeased eyes, making sure that his clothes were neat and his temples were not messed up, and then he calmed down.

Before Jing Hong chased after Su Yan and learned that Gao Shuo was Shen Qi's subordinate, she immediately understood the reason why his nose was not his nose and eyes were not eyes to her along the way, and she thought it was to protect her family from thieves.

Jing Hongzhui sneered in private: Your dog Qianhu is the thief!Besides, if I really want to do something out of the ordinary, will you be able to prevent it?

Thoughts of "extraordinary" came and went in his mind—emerging because he couldn't help it, and then fading because of guilt and self-ashamedness.As for how out of line, only he himself knows.

After entrusting Su Yan to Jin Yiwei, Jing Hong chased and used lightness kung fu, and caught up with Al Tan not long after.

His body is as light and erratic as a ghost, and he is very good at lurking and hiding. Even in the busy city in broad daylight, he has never been noticed by the opponent or his followers.

He watched Altan enter a Dead End Alley, and when he reached the end, he suddenly turned around and drank something in a barbaric language.

The followers were spotted, so they had no choice but to show up ahead of time, drew their weapons and rushed towards Altan.

Jing Hongzhui did not make a move, but hid on the ridge of the roof, looking down from a height to watch the excitement.It wasn't because of the malice of sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fight, but it was judged long ago that these five people together were not Altan's opponent.

Sure enough, within two quarters of an hour, they were beaten to the ground by Altan, unable to get up with broken limbs.Altan and these people had a lot of chatter with each other, but it was a pity that Jing Hongzhui couldn't understand half a word.

He was thinking about whether to show up with his face masked, kidnap a follower, and go back to ask Huang Liji, who is proficient in barbaric languages, about the torture situation, when he suddenly heard a slight, imperceptible sharp sound in the air.

The sound was extremely small and extremely fast, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and the scarlet omen of death only flashed a little afterimage in the blink of an eye.

Jing Hongzhui recognized that it was the sound of a hidden weapon piercing through the air, more secretive than flying knives and darts...it was a flying needle!It shot through the cracks in the brick wall at the end of the alley, and hit Altan's back life gate.

With such a tricky angle and precise force, if the needle is poisoned, the victim will die instantly.

Jing Hong chased and popped the broken tiles on her fingertips, tried her best to intercept the flying needles, and at the same time drew her sword, and rushed towards Altan below.

When his figure was about to move, in that indescribably short moment, it seemed as if a dark wind was blowing behind him, the muscles of his whole body stiffened suddenly, and his energy burst out.

Jing Hongzhui was horrified in his heart—someone could plot against him, but he couldn't tell the method used by the other party!

He heard an extremely hoarse man's voice, as rough and unpleasant as if scalded with copper juice, like a deep roar, and like a mysterious whisper.The voice said in blunt official words: "Those who obstruct the decree of the gods will be burned to ashes by the wrath of the gods..."

Jing Hong chased enough power to achieve twelve successes, and with a sudden struggle, the agitated true energy finally broke through the invisible shackles.

He slid forward with the sword edge for more than ten feet, and then turned back suddenly.A ball of cold light burst out from the tip of the sword, and shot at the man in black robe who appeared on the roof at some time.

The black-robed man was covered from head to toe in countless drapes of cloth, and only the tip of a hooked nose protruded under the hood like the beak of a bird of prey.His dead branch-like hands were raised in front of him with palms facing the sky, motionless, and there seemed to be two dim lights in the shadow of the hood.

In her many years as an assassin, Jing Hongzhui has never had such a feeling, as if what she is facing is not living flesh and blood, but a gloomy swamp full of mud, which will sink the sword energy, sword edge, and even the sword bearer together. Deep in the dark silt.

The moment the eyes of the two sides met, he subconsciously used the technique of Nightmare to fight against the overwhelming suffocation.