It was quiet inside and outside the water pavilion. What Ji Liyou said to this man fell into the ears of everyone in the water pavilion.
"You know Wei Lang, but you lied to me, damn it." The man said coldly.
After he shouted, a dozen people immediately appeared around him.
There was almost no sound of footsteps from more than ten people, which shows that Qinggong is extraordinary.
Suddenly hearing the rapid sound of the wind, a man pulled out a big knife and struck Ji Liyou several times.
A folding fan was thrown out of the water pavilion, and Ji Liyou caught it.
He said helplessly, "Why is it that I come every time and you don't move?"
The storyteller smiled and said, "If you kill someone in Liangzhu, it will be troublesome to deal with the aftermath. You know the severity of the matter, so you can handle it alone."
The whip in the hand of one of them turned into a raging wind, sweeping across Ji Liyou's knees.
The remaining few people came running towards them with swords waving. These people not only have sharp moves, but also work well together, as if they are a unit.
The fight started, and Ji Liyou blocked dozens of Jianghu assassins with one blow.
The sound of playing cards came from the water pavilion. Wei Lang found a set of dominoes from nook and corner, "When it comes to dominoes, dominoes come. What a coincidence. He plays his, and we play ours."
Ji Liyou's pupils suddenly contracted, and at that moment, a poisonous needle as long as a thumb flew through the gap between Zi Qing Yanyu's fan bones and flew towards his eyes.
The storyteller did not rise.
He reached out to the table, picked up a domino, shook it in the wind, stretched it straight, and threw it straight out of the water pavilion.
Anmuda said, "There is one missing card."
Ran Ran asked outside in the darkness, "Brother Liyou, are you okay?"
The domino blocked the poisonous needle and pierced the throat of the man in front of Ji Liyou.
Blood splashed all over his face.
The storyteller didn't see it with his own eyes, but he seemed to know it, "I'm sorry, I hit you hard, I'll clean it up for you in a while."
Before Ji Liyou had time to talk to him, three or four of these people had already broken into the water pavilion.
He could only stop a few people, but he didn't want to kill them.
The assassin came towards the people playing dominoes in the water pavilion.
Ranran lay next to Anmuda and looked at the dominoes in her hand, nodded and said, "Yes, you are very lucky."
Anmuda sat quietly, and suddenly stretched out two fingers and pinched it. There was a "grid" sound, and a long sword beside his ear was broken into three pieces.
She was helpless, "Can you please stop looking at my points? Who wants to play cards and look at other people's cards?"
The assassin's expression changed. He shook his hand and struck back with his broken sword, hitting Anmuda directly in the back of the head.
Wei Lang sighed, his robe sleeves flew out like flying clouds, wrapped around the assassin's wrist, and gently pulled it away.
The man fell at their feet.
"My card... tsk tsk... Is it time for me to follow the card? It seems that I am going to lose."
The assassin stood up again, and Wei Lang gently sent him to the side. His man suddenly flew up and flew out of the window. With a "plop", he fell into the lotus pond and took a bath.
Ran Ran couldn't help but exclaimed: "Good work!"
Anmuda said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I can do it too."
"What do you know? You couldn't even catch a rabbit just now. If it weren't for me, we wouldn't be able to eat roasted hare tonight."
Anmuda suddenly said: "I can also hear the sound and identify the position, and the flowing clouds and flying sleeves can fly."
A flying knife suddenly flew over. Anmuda was busy arguing with Ran Ran, and neither of them paid attention.
When Ji Liyou saw it, he suddenly grabbed the chopsticks in his hand and stabbed them out diagonally.
This gentle and elegant young man actually used his tooth chopsticks as a sword to block two flying knives.
"Look at Ran Ran, she doesn't know martial arts." Ji Liyou said to An Muda.
"Do you need my protection?" Anmuda asked her.
Ran Ran said, "Who wants you to protect me? Just take care of yourself."
Wei Lang smiled, "Stop arguing, we are just having fun."
The assassins fell into the water in twos and threes, and only the leader in white was left. He had already made dozens of attacks. The sword light was light and the changes were clever. The sword never left Ji Li's eyes and ears.
Ji Liyou received dozens of moves and was exhausted. He shouted into the water pavilion, "Someone come and replace me, I'm tired."
"Come to me." The storyteller looked away from the dominoes for a moment.
Ji Liyou immediately returned to them and sat down to drink water.
The man in white swung his sword and struck directly at the top of his head.
The storyteller still sat there, picking up Gen Ya chopsticks in his hand. With a slight movement of the Ya chopsticks, he immediately defused the man's fierce attack with ease. The man in white suddenly stopped. He suddenly realized that he was no match for these people.
Any one of them could easily kill him.
He stabbed out with his sword, and the opponent already knew his next move.
He was not a slow-witted fool. When he realized this, he knew that he could not escape. He thought of taking one of the weaker ones as a hostage.
But just as he was about to move, Ji Liyou was already in front of him. The assassin, who had been in the world for a long time and had bloody hands, was surprised for a moment, knowing that he had met the master among masters.
Several people in the water pavilion were still playing dominoes, as if nothing had happened.
After a fight, they had finished one round and were about to start the next round.
Ji Liyou's eyes were fixed on him, "You see, you are no match for me and my friends. After all, why are you seeking revenge from Wei Lang?"
Seeing that he didn't speak, Ji Liyou placed Zi Qing Yanyu in front of him and randomly picked a potted plant on the table. The green leaves swept past Zi Qing Yanyu and were immediately cut off at the waist.
Ji Li said worriedly, "This is a sharp tool for blowing and breaking hair."
At this time of life and death, he actually had no intention of struggling for life. Not only did he not resist, he also did not escape at all. He looked straight at Wei Lang among the crowd.
It's like the gaze of a wild beast watching in the dark.
Ji Liyou was stunned for a moment and asked, "Brother Wei, what is your relationship with this assassin?"
Wei Lang raised his head and glanced, "I don't know him, just kill him."
Unexpectedly, when Ji Liyou turned around to talk to them, the man in white had already tapped his toes outward and was about to run away.
Ji Liyou stepped forward and grabbed his arm, but he slipped out of his hand like a loach.
Wei Lang waved his fingers, and a spell bloomed like fireworks in the dark night.
The light turned into a large net and was cast from the roof. This net was almost the same size as the entire water pavilion.
The man in white had just lifted himself up and was already caught in the net.
He was about to swing his sword and cut the net, but the net was extremely strange. His sword cut off one or two strands... When one strand of the net was broken, he immediately re-tied it. No matter what, there was no gap, and he could not get out of the net. .
With a "dong" sound, he was entangled in the knots of the net and fell to the ground, really becoming a loach in the net bag.
He no longer struggled. Just because he knew that struggling was useless.
Ji Liyou tried a lot, but still couldn't find anything. Anmuda thought of something and threw the rag on the corner of the table to Ji Liyou, "Gag his mouth, or he will bite his tongue and commit suicide."
After playing for a while, Ran Ran always lost. Ji Liyou took her hand, but still couldn't reverse the situation, "Is it because Ran Ran and I are in bad feng shui? We always lost after we fought twice. "
"Forget it, forget it, let's have a drink instead of fighting, it's no fun."
The storyteller put away the four piles of dominoes and said, "If you can't afford it, just say you can't afford it. What do you mean it's not interesting?"
Ji Liyou rolled her eyes at him, "You win every time, and you find it very interesting."
There is wine in the glass. Several people began to interrogate the assassin while drinking.
"Your companions who fell into the water have all escaped. Why don't you tell us their identities so that you won't suffer any physical pain." Ran Ran said.
Wei Lang slowly walked up to him and whispered a few words, but after a few steps, no one could hear him clearly.
Ran Ran looked at Wei Lang's strange behavior and asked Ji Liyou in a low voice, "What do you think Wei Lang was whispering to him?"
Ji Liyou didn't answer him.
Ran Ran turned his head and saw the storyteller holding his chin to wipe the blood from his face. She stared at this person for a while, and she really didn't expect that such a delicate and frail storyteller, with a strong bookish air, could throw the dominoes out of his hand with a flip of his hand, and stab one of the assassins accurately. on the throat.
It was only when she looked at the body of one of them that she discovered that the dominoes thrown out by the storyteller were not empty, but actually killed one person.
In the blink of an eye, someone's life is taken.
Ji Liyou's chin was restrained by him and he could only sit in the water pavilion obediently. However, his expression did not appear irritable. Instead, he sat there steadily without saying a word and allowed his hands to touch his face. Wipe it on.
This doesn't look like Ji Liyou anymore, Ran Ran thought to herself.
The storyteller was dipped in wine, and his handkerchief was dipped in wine to wipe the blood from his face.
"Otherwise, let's go get some water." Wei Lang said.
The storyteller said lightly: "Wine is the purest quality, even purer than water. That's why wine is used as liquor when worshiping ancestors in heaven and earth. He is weak. If someone dies, he will not sleep well at night. I will give him wine." If it’s bad luck, you don’t have to wipe it clean, just wipe it off.”
His hands were extremely careful, as if he were wiping a piece of white porcelain handed down from ancient times.
Wei Lang talked to them for a while, and seeing that Ranran had already dozed off, he said, "It's too late tonight, why don't we just break up and meet again tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, what do you think?"
Ran Ran smiled and said: "Let's go the day after tomorrow. There will be lanterns in Liangzhu City that day. Let's go together after dark."
Anmuda said yes, "I have nothing else to do the day after tomorrow. I will go with Wei Lang then."
Wei Lang walked up to the assassin in white again. This time, he took back the net on him and said, "Let's go."
The man in white twitched his mouth and looked very unhappy, but he did not say anything.
Want to thank him for letting him go? He couldn't tell.
Ran Ran and Ji Liyou were very surprised as to why they had to let him go after finally catching him.
Anmuda didn't seem surprised, but his expression became very serious, and he said seriously: "This will be the last time, only three things happen. Your prince should also know this truth."
Ji Liyou and Ran Ran whispered to each other, speculating on the relationship between the assassin and Wei Lang Anmuda.
Only the storyteller remained silent and slowly drank the wine in his glass.
Just when everyone was about to disperse, the storyteller suddenly stopped Wei Lang and said, "How about you tell my fortune for me?"
This was even more surprising than Wei Lang letting the assassin go. Ran Ran said, "I heard from brother Liyou that you can do divination yourself, why do you need Wei Lang to help you?"
Anmuda said, "I've never heard that doctors don't heal themselves? The same is true for divination."
Wei Lang smiled and said, "Unfortunately, I already took care of it for you before I came here."
He asked, "How did it turn out?"
"Exceptionally dangerous."
Ran Ran interrupted, "What's so dangerous?"
Ji Liyou covered her mouth and said, "Children, don't interrupt. Tell them to finish."
Wei Lang continued, "But it is also the only chance of survival."
"Can it be postponed later?" the storyteller asked.
"You know better than me. You can't escape the first grade of junior high school, but you can't escape the fifteenth grade. Besides, the further you go, the more dangerous it will be." Wei Lang dismissed him.
"If you miss this opportunity, you will definitely die in the future!"
He sighed, "I know."
Ranran asked Anmuda, "Is Wei Lang saying that Mr. Wen will live soon?"
Ji Liyou chuckled, "He will not die even if anyone dies."
"Why?" Ran Ran didn't understand.
"Because he is an old monster." Ji Liyou said secretly.
Wei Lang said in a deep voice: "Before this, you have a lot to do." He hesitated, "If you fail..."
"No way," said the storyteller.
He answered briefly and firmly, without seeming to think twice.
"Aren't you going too far in doing this?"
The storyteller smiled solemnly and said: "Everyone will inevitably do a few stupid things in this life. If everyone only does smart things, wouldn't life be boring?"
Wei Lang nodded, "Maybe this is the biggest difference between you and me."
The storyteller smiled and said, "With you here, my chances of winning are even better."
"Farewell." Wei Lang said.
Anmuda stopped the group of men and said, "These corpses on the ground, you just pat your butts and leave?"
Wei Lang said yes, "I need to find an excuse to leave us alone."
"We need a rich man to absolve us of our sins." Ji Liyou said.
Ran Ran noticed that everyone's eyes were looking at her. "Okay, okay, I'll handle it."
Everyone left, except Anmuda and Ran Ran.
After walking a few steps, Ji Liyou heard Ranran shouting, "Here comes someone..."
The storyteller thought for a moment and said, "Tell me, if everyone nearby has been killed by an assassin, how loud would she have to shout to reach the streets far away?"
Ji Li smiled sadly. He asked suddenly, "Don't you dislike Ran Ran?"
The storyteller nodded and said yes, "But don't you like her very much?"
Ji Liyou continued: "I don't know why. Every time I see her smile, I want to laugh too. If she is unhappy, I will not be happy either. I am also worried that she will always get hurt. She helped Ji Shanjing bully me in the past." , although I was half angry to death, but the next day she came to me with tears in her eyes to apologize, and I forgave her again, don’t you think it’s strange?”
After finishing speaking, I found that the people around me were speechless.
Ji Liyou couldn't help but turned pale and said: "That's not what I meant, I just... I just feel..."
The storyteller sighed and smiled bitterly: "You want to protect her."
Ji Liyou nodded, "That's true. But I don't have any feelings for her, not from the beginning."
He began to think wildly, "Tell me, is it because my grandfather is Ji Fuwei and her grandmother is Shi Wei, so in my generation, my grandfather wants me to continue to protect Shi Wei's bloodline? Do you think Is it this way?"
The storyteller was silent for a long time before continuing: "Bullshit."
Under the moonlight all the way, the two of them were quarreling as they walked back to the moon. When Ji Liyou took a step, the silver bell on his wrist rang.
He didn't realize that the sound made by the bell of the silver bell had become quiet and thick, as if it were wrapped in a thin layer of rice paper.
(End of chapter)