master and servant

October.

Feng Chan's convoy stretched for hundreds of miles, heading towards Mount Tai mightily.

Civil and military officials, relatives of the emperor, foreign envoys, retinues and servants gathered at the foot of the mountain.The sacrificial platform is made of five-color earth and stones, on which five grains are planted, and the five elements are divided into areas. It is decorated with a star map of crape myrtle in the 28 constellations of the week. The scene is very grand and grand.

Even the eldest son of the emperor, who was not yet one year old, was carried by the servants in the palace and handed over to the prime minister and the Taiwei, the heads of civil and military officials. They embraced him in fear and asked him to go up to the stage to share the glory of Tianzhao's auspiciousness.

This should have been a great event.

Gu Zhi never imagined how the emperor would suddenly run out of his heavily guarded palace and come to Mount Tai to enshrine Zen.

What surprised him even more was that a small number of radical martial arts people planned to take advantage of this opportunity to assassinate.

With their plan full of mistakes and omissions, there must be ghosts if they can succeed.

However, they really got in among the subordinates, and it seemed that they were only one step away from success.

how could be?Didn't the emperor know that many people in Jianghu hated him to the bone and wandered around looking for opportunities for revenge?Is he so confident in his guards?

That would be... naive.

Thinking like this, he calmly assembled the crossbow in his hand.This crossbow bow is more than four feet long, and it needs to be stepped on the bow with feet, pulled by the shoulders, and the internal force can be used to fully wind the bow.The parts made of bronze and fine steel, coupled with the bow body wrapped with high-quality ebony rubber bands, are the most terrifying weapons for ambushes and assassinations in the wild.

Hongcheng Villa was wiped out because of this kind of weapon, but it is not too wronged.

In these days, he disguised himself as a servant and stood on the sidelines. Those assassins were placed in the sacrificial line intentionally or unintentionally, which was a good position.

He fantasized about a few people from the rivers and lakes carrying a bull as a sacrifice to the altar, and the moment they bent up, they took a long sword and giant ax from the belly of the bull, and swung it at the emperor who was devoutly worshiping the sky. Smile.

Why is this scene so familiar?That's right, in the "Biography of Assassins" that the young master likes to let him read, Zhuan Zhu went forward with a big fish that was boiled deliciously and temptingly, grabbed the fish sausage sword from the overcooked fish meat, and stabbed it with a knife. Towards……

He was terrified and stopped thinking.

Observe again.

What if these Jianghu people who are terribly smart, unprofessional in assassination, but strong enough in martial arts can get here smoothly, it is not because of the blessing of luck, but because someone did it on purpose?So, who is actually able to reach this point?

He looked at the guards who lined up rigorously, and then thought of the shadow guards waiting silently in the dark.

There is a terrible guess in my heart.

October in the north is already the late autumn when everything is bleak, and Mount Tai has also reached the dry season, and many small streams have dried up.However, the pines and cypresses are evergreen, and the deciduous maples and ginkgoes have colorful colors. The whole mountain is unparalleled in beauty, but also has its own majestic and firm attitude, which is very charming.

Gu Zhi also chose a very good location for the Tibetans. In a corner covered by ancient trees, mountains and rocks, you can clearly see the earthen platform for sacrifices. out of his conjecture.

The solemn sacrificial music sounded, and the priests carried the five-color cattle with pure fur and straight horns to the altar, and enshrined the white deer, white bird, snow-white big fish, and strange herbs. The emperor stepped onto the altar in golden sacrificial clothes. , bow down to God.

He was holding the eldest son of the emperor, and his expression was extremely happy. Standing under the stage, King Jin also had a dignified and joyful expression on his face.

At this moment, a sharp whistling sound approached from far away!

King Jin who was closest to the altar raised his head, eyes full of astonishment.

Fei Shi's momentum was like anger, like a thunderbolt, like lightning, coming through the air.

The arrow was nearly two feet long, and the three-edged arrowhead easily pierced through the emperor's golden sacrificial robe. The tip was ominous dark blue, and black blood flowed from the wound where it was pierced.

The sound of sacrificial music suddenly became chaotic, and the guards drew their swords and roared, and stepped forward to guard; all the officials were terrified, and the servants scattered, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

Xie Yusheng rushed up to support his imperial brother, and while shouting orders to stabilize the situation, he sucked out the poisonous blood for his imperial brother himself, but no one saw the look of shock and panic in his eyes.

The emperor still fainted, and the accompanying imperial physicians hurriedly took over the jade body for diagnosis and treatment.

Xie Yusheng was free to think quietly.

It shouldn't be like this... he thought.

Am I wrong?How could it be...it was him?

"Zhige!" he snapped.

Gu Zhi and Xie Yusheng looked at each other from a distance across the crowd.

He seemed to be thinner, and the dark black robe embroidered with golden flying dragons made him even weaker and paler. He had a kind of cute beauty - I think he must have put his heart into pretending to be pitiful since the birth of the eldest son of the emperor.

While practicing lightness kung fu, he took off his camouflage clothes with the help of trees, flowers, rocks and ravines, and soon he turned into a completely different person.

He is not tall, and he has bowed his knees all the time, so his back is slightly hunched and his legs are bent. His face is fair and beardless, his Adam's apple is almost invisible, his orchid fingers are twitching, and he is wearing a cleanse suit. He looks like an ordinary little eunuch, dragging a big bucket of garbage, It is difficult to transport it to the bullock cart, and it has to be pulled dozens of miles away to dump it, so as not to stain the eyes of the nobles.

The dead men under the jurisdiction of Zhao Zi, the black courtyard of Hongcheng Villa, are the best at disguising and changing, and the predecessor Zhao San is the best in generations.

In a remote place, before the commotion spread, he had been working so diligently for several days, and the soldiers guarding him were unwilling to investigate carefully and let him do his work casually.

He led the cow and walked slowly, wiped the sweat from his head from time to time, and tightened the thick clothes on his body, just like an ordinary little eunuch without deep inner strength.

The driveway was getting further away, but a figure stood in the middle of the road.

"Gu Zhihuan, Your Highness asked me to take you back."

Gu Zhige stood in front of him with his sword in his arms, and said.

"I will repay the son for saving my life with the life of the emperor, and I will repay the blood and souls of thousands of innocent victims, soldiers and knights in the north with an arrow. Catch up?" Gu Zhi also laughed.

He also pointed to the railing of the bullock cart, and a pair of Emei thorns all over the body fell into his palm.Gu Zhige raised his sword to strike, and where the blades collided, sparks burst out.

Sparks splashed onto Gu Zhi's backhand, but he didn't realize it, and continued to rub his body and fight.The sharp thorns rolled out black flowers in his palm, and they challenged the long sword, but they did not lose the wind.

The sharp thorns were sharp, and the internal force was more aggressively restrained on it, and white spots appeared on the body of the sword again and again. Gu Zhige had to get away a little bit, and took advantage of the length of the sword, and shook it fiercely at Gu Zhi. With the hand in the middle of the sashimi, he slashed over.

But Gu Zhihuan didn't dodge it, he just stood straight up with his double stabs as if he was cornered, his internal force surged, and the two of them didn't rest on their feet, they hooked back and forth, kicked and tied their belts, and they were several miles away from the place where the conflict took place ten feet away.

Mutation mutation.

Gu Zhige's left hand holding the sword suddenly slashed towards Gu Zhihuan's right hand with the finger blade, and the latter slipped his left hand down without hesitation, as if trying to block the short blade—but he didn't.

Blood spattered.

Gu Zhihuan's right hand lost two fingers, and the sharp thorn in his left hand was deeply buried in Gu Zhihuan's lower abdomen, and he pulled it out after stirring a bit. He stepped back quickly before the opponent fought back.

Victory and defeat.

"How does it feel to have your internal organs corroded by your own gastric juice, and to die painfully and slowly?" Gu Zhi asked, without waiting for an answer, and continued, "The dead man has only his body from the beginning to the end. The sacrifice of the target is worth it. I lost two toes when I escaped from Hongcheng Villa, and I lost two fingers when I escaped from the son, which is quite symmetrical."

He reached into his bosom with his bloody right hand, took out a jade box, and threw it at Gu Zhige's feet.

"Bring this to your master while you still have the last half hour of your life to live. If you slow down and decay halfway, it will be difficult to find this medicine. Do your duty as a slave and hurry up!" Let's go." He put away his weapon smartly and was about to leave.

"You...why..." Gu Zhige was not good at words, but the listeners understood what he meant.

"He is not my master, and I am not his slave. If he really wants to save the emperor, the anti-poison pill I gave him will be boiled in boiling water, and he will be able to cure the poison of the arrow after drinking it. Guess what the young master will choose?" The son treats me with sincerity, and I should be the Zhuanzhu of Helu, and the Nie Zheng of Yan Zhongzi. However, outsiders don't know this festival. In the history books, it will probably be recorded that I avenged the Hongcheng Villa where I was born. Come down, let's turn into a good talk like Zhi Bo Zhi Yu Yu Rang, hahahaha."

Gu Zhi still has a long way to go.

Gu Zhige covered his abdominal wound, picked up the jade box, and rushed back.

A few days later, the emperor finally died, and he hadn't woken up since the attack.

The king of Jin sent troops to search for hundreds of miles around, and got sixteen assassins from the rivers and lakes. They all beheaded under Mount Tai, and the altar was completely red.The minister who first wrote a letter to persuade the emperor to enshrine Zen was also stripped of his official position on the charge of colluding with the assassin and sent to prison.

In the winter of that year, the ministers implored the King of Jin to inherit the grand ceremony for many reasons, such as the country's Lai Changjun, the emperor's eldest son's mother's family and many other reasons.The king of Jin refused again and again, and finally ascended to the throne. The next year, he was changed to Yuan Changle, and later generations called him Emperor Yanxuan, which opened a prosperous era that lasted for more than forty years.

In the name of Gu Zhihuan, he stabbed Rouran Khan under his horse with a sword, and killed Emperor Yan Taizong on the altar with a single arrow. His reputation as a peerless assassin was included in the history books.

Some people say that he was one of the assassins who were captured and killed. Before he died, he laughed and avenged the original owner, comforted the souls of thousands of soldiers, and died without regret; There is no other choice, martial arts have already been superb, and finally enlightened to Taoism.

However, legends are just legends after all.

The author has something to say:

☆, end

Thirteen years after Emperor Xuan succeeded to the throne, Northwest, which already had more than a hundred new sects because of the chivalrous men exiled from the Central Plains, added another inconspicuous small sect.

It is located under Tianshan Mountain, and the school name is Cangmen.

The door owner is a middle-aged man who claims to be surnamed Cang. He wears a pair of iron gloves all the year round. His martial arts skills are not considered as high as 12 points, but he can repeatedly repel those who come to provoke trouble. .

The disciples in the sect are all teenagers and girls in their teens and 20s. Judging from their appearance, there is no one from the Western Regions, and they are all from the Jiangnan area of ​​the Central Plains.

Although they belong to the same sect, their martial arts are different, and they have a variety of tricks, which is amazing. I secretly guess that this sect may have a long history and quite a story.

Emperor Xuan slowly read the secret letter from the northwest and sighed.

This person's whereabouts have been erratic for more than ten years, even though secret whistles are spread all over the world, it is still difficult to catch his trace.

But with the distance of Tianshan Mountain and the honor of the emperor, it is extremely easy to capture one person back, but extremely difficult.

He lit the secret letter on fire and threw it into the stove by his feet.

Tianshan.

Tianshan.

Once there were two people who were lingering to death under it, and there was once the eternal ice and snow accompanied by the north wind to write down sweet words.

He raised his eyes to look at the cold jade box on the desk table, in which the peach-colored divine grass once bloomed, and now there is a elixir that can repel insects and snakes, quietly condensing the fragrant medicinal fragrance in the frost.

Until more than 20 years later, he entered the imperial mausoleum with Emperor Xuan.

A hundred years later, Cangmen shook the world with the name of "Demon Gate", the royal family of Yan Dynasty declined, and heroes from all walks of life reunited in the Central Plains, and the rivers and lakes made waves again.

The author has something to say: It's over!

The last two chapters were written a bit fast, and I didn’t really want to write about the conspiracy and tricks of the son, so I might not have written it clearly...

In short, the young master is a bad guy. He was busy all day long when he was in the court, and he made friends with ministers to ambush his own forces. The fact that his brother has no son cannot be done without his playing bad. , so he was kicked by his brother to the south of the Yangtze River to complete the great cause of clearing the martial arts forces (sure enough, his brother's concubine gave birth to a son as soon as he left).

The passages quoted by the young master in "Assassin's Biography" are all about Yu Rang's assassination of Zhao Xiangzi for Zhibo, but what is interesting is that before and after this passage, Zhu Zhu assassinated King Wu and Nie Zheng killed Xialei. He is the only one in the assassin's biography. The two assassinations were successful~ and both of them bought people's hearts for the sake of power and personal enmity. The assassin was grateful for the kindness of the lord, so he generously dedicated himself to the assassination.

The young master must have had bad intentions when he picked up Zhi Huan back, but after getting along for a while... um.

In the end, the one who wrote to ask the emperor to enshrine Zen was not from the young master, but was deceived by the young master, and the ministers and many guards who followed suit were from the young master's side... He originally planned to carry out an unskilled assassination, but was killed by a skilled man 's first strike.

Thank you for reading!

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