The two sides confronted each other, the sharp blade reflected the clear moonlight, and the killing intent flowed on the silent mountain road.
Shen Jue was very calm, his eyes were calm, like a cold pool without ripples. He pushed aside Shen Wenxing who was supporting him, looked at Garuda and said, "You are Garuda? Our family thought that he would be an experienced assassin, but your voice sounds very young. How old is this year? Twenty?" He looked around at the assassins in the fog, and said, "What about you? How about Gengchen? Do you have a wife and a family? You spend all day in the field of life and death, aren't you afraid of death? Factory elite, who of you are confident that you can leave here alive?"
silence.
The assassins were silent, their cold eyes peering at the pale man through the dark eyes of the mask.
Shen Jue continued: "Our family knows that you and others are made by the fruit of bliss, and it just so happens that our family has confiscated a lot of bliss fruit over the past few days, and they are all stored in the Dongchang Treasury. Our family will show you a clear path. -Leave Jialan and join the Dongchang factory. Those who defect are all school captains in Jinyi, rewarded with 10,000 taels of gold and 100 servants. Garuda, if you are willing to surrender, our family promises you the position of a thousand households, and the official residence is right. Five grades. From now on, you and the others can walk under the sun with integrity, get married and have children, gain fame, be in the shadow of your children, and honor your ancestors!”
No one answered. Shen Jue smiled lightly and said, "The most important thing is that Jialan only gives you ten bliss fruits every year, and here in our family, you can have as many as you want."
The assassins in the mist looked at each other, the sword light flickered, revealing their eagerness to move.
Shen Wenxing let out a breath and looked at Mingyue who was holding Sister Yu. The Garan Assassin is too powerful, and the Asura evil ghost that came out of the dead place is different from the ordinary swordsman after all. Looking at it from a distance, there are at least seventy or eighty people, not to mention a hundred assassins and dark piles gathered on the mountain road. This time, Garan made a lot of money and summoned all the members of the Gyeonggi area.
But everyone understood that there was only one sword among the eighty tribes that really wanted Shen Jue's life - Garuda.
"Chang Gong has a tough mouth, and his remarks messed up our military hearts." A cold voice came from behind the carriage, "It's a pity that Chang Gong's promise was too rash, I wait for the blood debt to be huge, and then It was the factory master who promised me to join the East Factory, but the civil and military officials couldn’t agree.”
"What's your name?" Shen Jue turned around.
"Galan, Mahoraka."
Shen Jue smiled lowly and said, "You don't have to worry about this matter, our family will ask the sage of the Ming Dynasty to obtain a pardon, pardoning you and all other crimes. You are not a special case, long before you, there were people in the Jianghu just like you. Take refuge in the East Factory. Yunxiu, is our family right?”
Yunxiu clasped his fists and said, "That's right. Brothers, if you've been to Shanxi, you should have heard the name of Xia, Izumo knife Yunxiu is Xia. Xia was also a wanted criminal in the court, and surrendered to the governor two years ago. If the brothers change their minds and help Dongchang capture Yan Luo Baili Yuan, the Governor will definitely not treat you badly."
The assassins hesitated, exchanging glances.
Shen Jue slightly restrained her smile, and turned the ring on her index finger under her sleeve. He was waiting, and if one assassin surrendered to him, everyone here would fall apart.
"you're lying."
A calm voice broke out from the cluttered whispers.
Shen Jue raised his eyes and looked at the reef-like assassin with cold eyes, "Oh?"
"You don't have any flowers, you can't make new bliss fruit. The bliss fruit that Jialan transported to Gyeonggi was only a dozen boxes, one third went into the market, one third was found for the court and burned on the spot, and the rest were saved. The fruit of bliss in the treasury of Dongchang is far from enough to satisfy all the assassins in their lifetime." Garuda said lightly, "So, you are lying."
Shen Jue sneered and said, "Kill Bailiyuan, and Shuobei's flower field will be in our hands."
"No, you don't have a chance." Garuda slowly drew his sword, and a strange light of the sword poured out from the simple scabbard in his hand.
Shen Jue narrowed his eyes slightly.
"I'm very strong, Chang Gong," the knife was finally drawn out, it was a bleak arc in the moonlight, the silver was threatening, "Even if they betray Jialan, I will try my best to kill them one by one. , and then kill you. You have no chance to leave here, because I am unstoppable with the knife."
In an instant, the murderous opportunity came with the wind.
Everyone raised their knives, and the two sides roared and hedged. Porcelain-white masks and black chainmail brilliance flowed, the pipa sleeves embroidered with gold thread and the assassin's black linen robes fluttered in the wind like butterflies. At the moment when the two sides collided, blood bloomed like a famous flower in the dark night, with a kind of bewitching and ghostly beauty.
The sound of swords clashing, the sound of the wind breaking through clothes, and the sound of mourning, Sister Yu burst into tears, and Mingyue hugged her tightly and curled up under the hull of the carriage. A crow-green silk cloth headband hung down in front of her eyes, Mingyue raised her head in a daze, Shen Jue took off her black gauze cap and loosed her hair in a bun, and let her long black hair fall.
Shen Jue looked down at her with no expression on her face, "Cover the child's eyes, don't let her see blood."
Mingyue wanted to thank her, but suddenly there was a shrill sound from somewhere, cruising away in the dark night, like frost condensed on the blades of grass, and like the sad whimper of a concubine, as if mourning the assassination that was doomed to be everywhere.
Shen Jue raised her head and listened, then sneered, "Is it a sheath? Are you in such a hurry to cry for our family?"
From the front came Tiqi's exclamation: "Stop Garuda! Protect the overseer!"
Shen Jue looked over and saw the black-clothed assassin carrying a black scabbard, walking in the killing field as if no one was there. All Tiqi were beheaded in an instant when they approached him, and the blood from their throats splashed out, like a bright red silk, dazzlingly red in the dark night. He was approaching Shen Jue at a slow speed, but no one could stop him, because no one could see the movement of his knife.
"Too fast! Too fast!" Yun Xiu stood by Shen Jue's side with fear in his eyes, "Professor, his sword is so fast, you can't even see his sword coming out of its sheath!"
"It's just... it's like a ghost!" said one of the Tiki shiveringly.
"Fight!"
A strong wind shot out from around Shen Jue, and it was another chariot pounced on Garuda. In the darkness, a twisted blade of light burst out of the assassin's scabbard, like lightning, and like a dragon and snake rushing away, swiftly and unparalleled across Tiqi's neck. When he opened his eyes again, Tiqi had already fallen to the ground, and the assassin's knife had been retracted into its sheath.
Shen Wenxing shivered while pulling Shen Jue's sleeve, seeing Garuda getting closer and closer. At the same time, more Tiqi rushed towards Garuda and were beheaded. Garuda stepped on the spreading blood of Ti Qi and got closer and closer to Shen Jue.
"Garuru, what benefit did Jialan give you to work for them like this?" Shen Jue's cold voice passed through the shadow of the sword, light and sword, and fell into the ears of the assassin.
"In order to meet someone." Garuda cut off a Tiqi's throat with his backhand, blood splashed on the white porcelain mask, like a little red plum, "Meet a very important person."
Shen Jue pressed the corner of his mouth, and pulled out the static iron with his bandaged hand. The severe pain dissipated up his fingers. He clenched the handle of the knife as if he could not feel the pain. The white bandage was stained red with blood, "What a coincidence , I'm going to see someone too, so," he raised his eyes, his eyes filled with murderous intent, "It's you who died tonight!"
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Ah Chu robbed a coachman's carriage on the road, but the assassin had no carriage and was left behind by her. The driver was cursing, but when a short black arrow hole pierced through his cab, he stopped and drove with a whip. The carriage quickly arrived at Fuya Hutong, and Ah Chu rolled and got off the carriage, knocking on the door of Shen's house.
The red lacquered door opened a crack, and a head wearing a square scarf stuck out, "Who are you?"
"Rouge Hutong, Ah Chu," Ah Chu was out of breath, "The slave wants to see Lord Xiao Shen, please do your best and take the slave to see him!"
The little servant looked at her suspiciously. Everyone knew that Ah Chu was an old acquaintance of Xia Houlin, but this woman was a prostitute, and it was outrageous to come here.
"I beg you," Ah Chu cried so much that the pear blossoms were raining, "The slave is really helpless. Lord Xiao Shen told the slave earlier that he will come to him if there is anything, please be accommodating."
Ah Chu was born with a good color, and when she cried, her tears hung on her soft white cheeks. The little servant softened his heart and greeted her: "Okay, okay, since Sir Xiao Shen said it, come in."
Ah Chu thanked her again and again and stepped up to the threshold. This time, it was like escaping from heaven. There were martial law in the East Factory everywhere in the Shen residence, and the assassins could not easily break in. She breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly remembered that Bailiyuan said she was going to assassinate Shen Jue, her scalp froze, and she hurriedly followed the servant who led the way to the main courtyard.
The servant was about to close the door, when a man put his foot against the door gap and smiled slightly: "The little man is the handlebar style of the young girl, I have been driving the car for a long time, and I am thirsty. Let's go in and have a bowl of tea."
"..." The little boy turned his head and saw an empty carriage parked behind the stone lion, which was indeed the one that Ah Chu was sitting in. "Okay, go to the concierge to rest and don't walk around!" The little boy led him to the door. The porter made a pot of tea and brought it to the crescent table. He turned around and was about to leave when he bumped into the man. He opened his mouth to scold the man for not having long eyes, but the center of his eyebrows suddenly ached, and his eyes suddenly stopped, gradually The ground lost its spirit.
Shu Qing dragged the little servant behind the red lacquered door, put on his clothes, and walked out slowly. The two maids who were carrying the soup and medicine passed by the corridor, and a short wisp of bitterness wafted down the wind. Shu Qing sniffed, lowered her head and followed far behind the maid. After seven turns and eight detours, I walked a short distance, passing a moon cave door, which is an ancestral hall, behind the ceremony door, the pine trees and cypresses are dense, and two sandalwood spirit cards stand quietly in the middle of the curling cigarettes.
The book was originally a casual glance, but with just one glance, he couldn't move it away.
He recognized the knife in the ancestral hall—"Hengbo".
Xia Houlin put on his outer clothes and adjusted Zhaoye's knife arm. The master who inspired him before was imprisoned by Shen Jue, but it is said that Shen Jue wanted to do good deeds and accumulate virtue, so he didn't want to kill him.
After tightening the knife arm, he took a few steps, propped his chin and looked at Zhaoye. The puppet girl looked at him in silence, her dark eyes were unfathomable, as if hiding an unknown ghost.
"Xiao Lian, why don't you be a male puppet and a female puppet?" Lianxiang and Miaozhen walked into the yard, put the soup on the table, and asked.
"I originally wanted to be a man," Xia Houlin replied, "but Seventeen has to be a woman, saying that I will be a bachelor in all likelihood in my life, so I might as well be a puppet girl pretending to have a daughter-in-law. Son, when it's cold, you can still hug and sleep together."
Lian Xiang covered her mouth and smiled, "Then have you ever hugged her to sleep?"
"Uh..." Xiahou scratched his head, "I put it on the bed for a while. This thing is made of stainless steel. It is so cold that it almost froze me to death." He turned his head and told Lianxiang, "Don't worry about this. Tell the master."
Lian Xiang waved her hands again and again, "Don't talk, don't talk."
Miaozhen looked bewildered and said, "Why can't you tell the master supervisor?"
Just as he was talking, a servant from outside the hospital came in to spread the word: "Sir, Miss Ah Chi please..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ah Chu pushed him away, walked in in a hurry, and threw himself on Xiahou Lian: "Xiahou! Jia Lan wants to kill Chang Gong, hurry up and save people!"
It was as if a thunderbolt struck his head. Xiahou Lin was startled at first, but then he calmed down again and said to her, "Don't panic, tell me clearly, what's going on? Where is Jia Lan going to assassinate the Governor?"
"Where is... where?" Ah Chu's lips moved, and she suddenly remembered that she only overheard Bailiyuan about to kill, but not the location, and suddenly burst into tears, "I didn't hear it."
"You are Ah Chu?" Lian Xiangyi squinted at her, "Little Lan, don't listen to her nonsense. The governor should be in the palace at the moment, even if Jia Lan wants to assassinate it, it will not be easy. This girl hit Yunxianlou. Come here, I don’t know where it came from, don’t leave with people after listening to a few words.”
Ah Chu hurriedly shook her head and said, "No, it's true! I heard it with my own ears."
"Who did you listen to?" Xia Houlin asked.
Ah Chu was just about to answer, but suddenly hesitated again. If Bailiyuan is offered, will Ayuan lose her way? She remembered how Bai Liyuan was lying on the bed wrapped in her embroidered quilt, so white and so small, with dark eyes, she was clearly a little girl who had never experienced anything in the world. And that day when she suffered, Bailiyuan protected her and plunged the dagger into Yan Zongqi's palm.
This child really regards her as her sister, her only sister.
She grabbed Xia Houlin's arm tightly, trembling slightly. Xia Houlin urged her to speak, and she looked into Xia Houlin's eyes, dark and deep, much like another Xiahou. It's really strange, these two people are called Xiahou, and their eyebrows are so similar. She thought of the man who was like a big child, who just washed his clothes every day, not crying tired or bitter. But he died, along with the bustard, on the cold stone road that night.
Bailiyuan called his brother, but she killed him!
"Hundred... Bailiyuan," Ah Chu gritted her teeth and said, "Bailiyuan, that's the Yama you're looking for!"
Everyone was surprised. Xia Houlin silently recited this person's name, Bailiyuan... Bailiyuan... Yes, it was Seventeen who misread it, Jialan Yanluo is not a dwarf, she is a child!
"Miaozhen, go get my tooth card," Xia Houlin walked into the knife stove while wearing his belt, and casually picked a knife and put it on his waist. Xia Houlin turned around, pointed to a fan, and said, "Come here, take a group of people to Dongmen Hutong to find Bai Dangtou, and ask him to send a note to Shuntian Prefecture and Wucheng Soldiers and Horses, send a message to the Shenji Camp, and surround Lin Lin. Beihou Mansion, the whole city is under martial law, and Baili Yuan is arrested."
Lianxiang followed behind Xiahou Lin, and said: "Little... Xiaolin."
"I'll go to the palace to see the governor," Xia Houlin patted her on the shoulder. "Don't worry, it's alright, you can keep the door at home, and when we come back, Ah Chu will ask you to take care of it first."
Lian Xiang nodded again and again, "Xiao Lian, be careful, take care of your body."
Xia Houlin nodded and turned around, a solemn look on his cheeks. Shen Jue should be fine, there are Yulin Guards and the Imperial Army in the palace, so they can definitely protect him. But Xiahou Lin remembered the assassination at the age of fourteen. It was also in the palace, and the Garan assassin just killed the noble concubine. His mother, Xiahou Pei, ran through the palace, but no one could beat him.
Don't scare yourself. Xia Houlin shook his head vigorously and walked out.
A shadow leaned against the waist door, and flatly stretched out a long knife in a black sheath, blocking his way.
"Entering the palace? It's a pity, the superintendent of your heart is not in the palace at all." The man evoked an inexplicable smile, "Long time no see, brother."