When the Big Brother Dresses as a Cannon Fodder [Quick Transmigration]

The candle flame jumped on the long sword, and along with the blade flowed into a long cold line, reaching the tip of the sword.

Zhao Min covered his face with his fingers, blood was dripping from between his fingers.

The point of the sword was getting closer, Zhao Min bit her lips, looked at Zhang Wuji, and said, "Zhang Wuji, you are treacherous! You want me to die under Zhou Zhiruo's sword without fulfilling the three things you promised me. What is this kind of behavior? A hero?"

"I really went astray, I gave you black jade ointment intermittently, and asked you to save your uncle."

Zhang Wuji's body shook slightly.

Seeing that Zhang Wuji still didn't move, Zhao Min had to grit his teeth, stand up staggeringly with his fingers propped on the table, avoiding the Yitian sword in Zhou Zhiruo's hand.

However, it was still a step too late, the Yitian sword slashed across her shoulder, and Zhao Min fell to the ground in pain.

Someone grabbed Zhou Zhiruo's wrist.

Zhang Wuji's voice trembled slightly, looking at Zhou Zhiruo's slightly pale face, he said, "Sister Zhiruo, you...you let her go."

Zhou Zhiruo turned her face to the side and looked at Zhang Wuji expressionlessly.

Zhang Wuji's face was full of struggle: "She...she saved my uncle, I can't just ignore death."

"You also said that the secrets of Dragon Slaying Saber and Yitian Sword are the secrets of Crescent Eyebrow. She is only from the Yuan Dynasty. She doesn't know much about the affairs of Jianghu, so she may not know what's inside. Maybe...she is really just curious."

Facing the Holy Father Zhang Wuji, Zhou Zhiruo lost her temper.

Zhang Wuji can even let go of the six sects that forced his parents to death, and he can also repay the grievances with virtue to save people in the martial arts from Wan'an Temple, so when he met Zhao Min, he could also find 1 reasons to excuse Zhao Min .

Of course, Zhang Wuji's excuse also accounted for three points of his favor towards Zhao Min, and the remaining seven points were because he believed that human nature is inherently good.

No matter how evil a person is, he can see the shining points of humanity from the other person, and then use his gleaming aura of the Holy Father to influence the wicked.

The night wind poured in from the window, and it was a little cool. The night outside the window sill was like overturned ink, and you couldn't see your fingers. Only near the window was there a glimmer of light.

A brown-red figure flashed past, and the candlelight in the lobby flickered.

Zhou Zhiruo's eyes flickered, she glanced out the window, and suddenly changed her mind.

That brown-red figure was probably Fan Yao, the envoy of light.

Fan Yao concealed his identity by disfiguring himself, and hid himself in Ruyang Palace to spy information for the Ming Cult.

In the middle, he also became Zhao Min's master, taught Zhao Min martial arts, and accompanied him for several years. Fan Yao and Zhao Min had a good relationship.

In the book, when Zhao Min snatches a marriage, the irrational Ms. Zhou becomes murderous towards Zhao Min. Everyone present does not react, including the robbed protagonist Zhang Wuji. Only Fan Yao rescues Zhao Min from Ms. Zhou.

At that time, Fan Yao saved Zhao Min, and it is the same now.

Fan Yao's martial arts are far superior to hers, if she hadn't deliberately let her see, she would have never noticed Fan Yao's arrival.

Fan Yao's attitude is obvious, if she continues to attack Zhao Min, he will definitely save her, if she stops here, he will pretend that he has never seen what happened today, let alone mention it to anyone.

Fan Yao is different from Zhang Wuji, he is not a holy father, he is clear about major matters, he will save Zhao Min only because of the righteousness of master and apprentice, and he will not help Zhao Min to see some dragon sword, take Yitian, do it Continue to let the Yuan Dynasty invade China and slaughter the Han people.

If the plot develops according to the plot, Zhao Min will no longer be surrounded by a group of martial arts masters, and anyone with a little bit of fame in the martial arts can easily kill Zhao Min.

At any rate, Miss Zhou is the most favored disciple of Miejue Shitai. Although her martial arts is not capable of overwhelming others, she is also a leader in the Emei School. It is not a particularly difficult thing to kill a ruthless and ruthless princess who only learned superficial kung fu.

Besides, she still has the space to be safe, so there is no need to kill Zhao Min at this time, making Zhao Min the eternal cinnabar mole in Zhang Wuji's heart.

She has no admiration for Zhang Wuji, but she doesn't want Zhao Min to come from behind. Yin Li, who is weird and protective, and Xiao Zhao, who is gentle and considerate, no matter which one becomes Zhang Wuji's wife, she feels more comfortable in her heart than Zhang Wuji thinking of Zhao Min.

What's more, with Fan Yao here, she will not want Zhao Min's life, and making things difficult for Zhao Min will only heat up the relationship between Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji.

Totally unnecessary.

Zhou Zhiruo's eyes flickered, and she glanced at Zhao Min who was lying on the ground and groaning softly.

Fan Yao's position in Mingjiao is as important as weight. If she can win Fan Yao's favor, it will be one step closer to her becoming the leader of the martial arts.

Zhou Zhiruo took a deep look at the window, and slowly said: "Zhao Min, Lun Gong, the Yuan Dynasty invaded our Han Dynasty and slaughtered our people in Kyushu. You are an accomplice of the Yuan Dynasty, and I am a Han. You and I are inseparable." enemy."

As the night wind blew, the shallow figure of the person outside the window also swayed.

Zhou Zhiruo withdrew her gaze and continued: "In terms of selfishness, you stole my master's treasure and killed my master. Even if I beat you to ashes, it will not be able to dispel the hatred in my heart."

"I should have torn you to pieces, but since he begged me to spare your life, I will endure the hatred in my heart, give him a face, and not take your life for the time being."

A look of surprise flashed across Song Qingshu's eyes.

Zhou Zhiruo said: "Zhao Min, for his sake, I will not take your life for the time being."

On the word "he", Zhou Zhiruo bit the syllables very hard, thinking that Fan Yao outside the window should understand who the "he" in her words is referring to.

The shadow outside the window seemed to disappear.

Song Qingshu frowned slightly, and glanced out the window, the doubts in his eyes disappeared.

Zhang Wuji glanced at Zhao Min who was lying on the ground beating him, let out a long sigh of relief, strutted his body and walked forward, pulled Zhou Zhiruo's sleeve, and said, "Sister Zhiruo, I knew that you are not so cruel and merciless." people."

no she is.

Zhou Zhiruo shook off Zhang Wuji.

Zhao Min's wound was still bleeding, and the severe pain made her tremble slightly.

Zhang Wuji is not a fool, even if he finds an excuse to excuse her, he still believes [-]% of Zhou Zhiruo's words in his heart, and if she wants to coax Zhang Wuji to see the dragon sword in the future, I'm afraid it will not be so easy.

She needs to think of other ways.

Dynasties change is a common occurrence. With the rise of the Yuan Dynasty, the Han people are two-legged sheep. This is a historical process that must be followed, and it is not something worth thinking about.

She will find an opportunity to discuss these matters with Zhang Wuji in detail in the future. The most urgent thing is to find a way to keep Zhang Wuji's heart with her.

After the incident at Wan'an Temple, people in the Wulin respected Zhang Wuji faintly. If Zhang Wuji returned to the Yuan Dynasty, the Wulin in the Central Plains would no longer be a serious problem for the people of the Yuan Dynasty.

Thinking like this, Zhao Min endured the pain, tore off a piece of fabric from his clothes, and went to bandage the wound. While bandaging, he said, "Master Zhang, your face is really great——"

She never thought that before she finished speaking, the sword light of Yitianjian came to her.

As far as he could see, there was blood all over him. Zhao Min screamed, covered his face and fell to the ground again.

Zhang Wuji's pupils narrowed slightly, he leaned on the chair beside Zhao Min, held her face in his hands, looked at the injury on her face, frowned and said, "Sister Zhiruo, you—"

Zhou Zhiruo put her long sword back into its sheath, without looking at Zhang Wuji, and said calmly, "These two swords were drawn for my master under the nine springs."

Zhang Wuji swallowed the words before he finished speaking.

Without Zhao Min, Miejue Shitai would not have died tragically at Wan'an Temple. Zhou Zhiruo did not take Zhao Min's life, so she was already merciful for his sake.

Zhang Wuji felt sorry for Zhao Min's ruined appearance, and felt pity for what happened to Zhou Zhiruo, so he was speechless for a while.

What happened in the lobby finally alarmed Xiao Zhao who was waiting for Zhang Wuji on the second floor. Xiao Zhao staggered out of the room with heavy anklets on his feet. When he saw blood on Zhang Wuji's hands upstairs, he hurriedly said "Young Master." , then hurriedly ran down from upstairs.

Zhou Zhiruo raised her eyebrows lightly, with a smile in her eyes.

After watching the play, I finally gave up.

The moment Xiao Zhao passed by, Zhou Zhiruo pulled out the Yitian Sword, raised the sword and cut off Xiao Zhao's ankle chain.

Xiao Zhao was startled, and turned to look at Zhou Zhiruo.

The door of the lobby opened at some unknown time, and the pitch-black night outside the door seemed to swallow everything. Zhou Zhiruo was slender, dressed in white, and walked slowly into the night.

Xiao Zhao looked away, looking at the free feet, with a thoughtful expression.

……

Zhou Zhiruo left the inn and walked on the street with Song Qingshu.

Most of them are places of Yuan people, and there are almost no Han people. Everything here is built according to the habits of Yuan people. There are no small bridges and flowing water, and the artistic conception is long. Faint smell of mutton.

It was already late at night, there was no one on the street, and it was quiet everywhere, echoing the footsteps of Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qingshu.

Zhou Zhiruo walked for a while, then stopped, and said, "Fan Youshi, come out."

Song Qingshu frowned slightly, and tightened his fingers holding the saber.

The night wind howled, swept the fallen leaves, and in the dark night, a brown-red figure appeared in the sky.

Fan Yao slowly landed on the ground with his hands behind his back. His disfigured face was bright and dark, with brown-red hair, like a ghost crawling out of Shura.

It is really embarrassing that the handsome man who used to be as famous as Yang Xiao has become like this now.

Fan Yao's voice was hoarse: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Zhou Zhiruo smiled and said, "If Fan Youshi wanted to kill me, he would have done it in the inn just now, there is no need to keep me until now."

Fan Yao was noncommittal.

Zhou Zhiruo said: "Let me guess, Envoy Fan You came to me probably because of the secrets in the Dragon Slaying Saber, and to restore the Han family's rivers and mountains."

Fan Yao's eyes flashed.

Another light was turned off on the street, and Fan Yao was plunged into the shadows.

The light was too dim, and Zhou Zhiruo couldn't see Fan Yao's face clearly. He could only see his slender figure, three-dimensional facial features, and the night wind blowing his clothes, vaguely showing his suave and romantic appearance.

Zhou Zhiruo felt a little regretful.

How amazing Yang Xiao is, she has seen it before, and someone who can be as famous as Yang Xiao must not be an ordinary person, but it is a pity that in order to restore the Han Dynasty, Fan Yao destroyed her appearance and hid herself in the Ruyang Palace as an undercover agent, resulting in the situation she is today. It looks like a person is neither a ghost nor a ghost.

Fan Yao's voice was like a sword being cut on a stone, which made people's skin crawl: "You are very smart, and Emei has you, so it can be regarded as a successor."

Zhou Zhiruo smiled lightly, not daring to say it, but the expression on her face was that she deserved it.

Fan Yao's eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

The night wind blew up again, and the fringe of Yitian Sword swayed with the wind, and the bright red fringe wrapped around Zhou Zhiruo's white clothes, like a line of blood dripping in the snow.

Zhou Zhiruo looked at Fan Yao, and said seriously: "Fan Youshi endured the humiliation for several years, presumably it wasn't because the Yuan Dynasty continued to run rampant, and the Han people were struggling in dire straits."

"The leader of your sect has unrivaled martial arts skills and righteousness, but he is too kind-hearted. He never defends against others. He is easily deceived by others, so that he leads Mingjiao on a road that makes people laugh and cry."

Fan Yao remained motionless, with a playful look in his eyes.

Zhou Zhiruo raised her brows lightly, seeing blood for a while, she said, "If I give you the secrets of Yitian Sword and Dragon Slaying Saber as a gift, I don't know if Fan Youshi would like to have one more ally for me?"

Fan Yao is not greedy for power, everything he does is for the common people in the world.Who is the lord of Kyushu is not important to him, what is important is whether the Tartars can be expelled and China can be restored.

Obviously, Zhang Wuji is a good person, and he is just a good person. He has no ambitions and is hesitant among several women. For such a person, he can be a brother or a friend, but he is not good at being the leader of the martial arts alliance who commands thousands of troops. Great pass.