On the southern hillside, the men in black looked out at the killing field below the slope. The assassins in black quickly swept the entire battlefield like a surging wave. The disciples of the righteous path were mercilessly crushed and swallowed, and the rows of downed rice stalks were washed down. on the ground. With a "Huh" sound, he motioned the dark pile behind him to put down the crossbow arrow in his hand. The crossbow arrow's crosshair was originally aimed at Liu Guizang on the high platform.
"Little Lan, so he has backup." The man in black chuckled, his hood covered his face, only showing the thin beard on his lips, shaking gently with his smile, "We old antiques are still Step back, this battlefield belongs to their young people."
Tang Shiqi stared at these galan assassins who had fallen from the sky, and murmured to the book: "My mother, having a father is different, look, this must be to call all of your galan's southwest dark piles. Come to Liuzhou!"
"No... No!" Shu Qing stared at an assassin who leaned over and raised his sword, and slashed the two righteous disciples under the sword.
Tang Shiqi was stunned for a moment and asked, "It's not from Galan, so who are they...?"
The black-clothed raging tide opened the way ahead, drowning the righteous disciples in general, and the assassin carried Xiahou Lin straight to the high platform.
The sect masters looked at each other in dismay, and there was a sense of fear in their hearts, but they were on a high platform, in front of them was a killing field of blood and flesh, and behind them was a high mountain, they had no way to retreat, they could only meet!
Approaching the high platform, the assassin stopped his horse and said, "Let's go!"
He got off the horse and drew out the long, narrow sword on the side of the horse. The bright silver blade was like mercury flowing out of the scabbard under the reflection of the sunlight. It was a knife with superb forging craftsmanship, but the patterns on the handle and scabbard were deliberately polished so that it was impossible to identify where it came from. Xia Houlin immediately understood that this person was covering up his identity.
But he didn't have time to think. He also got off the horse, clamped Hengbo between his elbows, and then pulled it out fiercely, the blood was wiped dry, revealing the gleaming blade of Hengbo. The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, armed with knives, walked towards the high platform with murderous aura, like evil ghosts crawling out of the abyss of hell.
Two people got off their horses, bowed their heads and knelt in front of the high platform, acting as their stairs. Xia Houlin's footsteps became faster and faster, and finally turned into running. Their breathing was adjusted to the best state in an instant, and then they slammed on the shoulder of the assassin and jumped onto the high platform!
"Liu Guizang is mine, don't interfere!" Xia Houlin shouted.
"I know!" The assassin took a slash from the sect master of Tianyi Dao, and kicked him fiercely.
Xia Houlin waved the waves, and the waves whistled and the wind was blowing, as if opening his fangs and biting on Liu Guizang's blade.
"Liu, today is your day of death!"
"Xiahou Lian, you bastard! You can't kill me!" Liu Guizang roared, his gray beard frantically dazzled, like a furious lion. The knives of the two kept colliding, separating, and colliding again, with dazzling sparks everywhere, and both their jaws cracked after several hits.
When Xia Houlin and Liu Guizang were fighting in full swing, the other sect masters joined forces to surround the assassin, but they found that the assassin's swordsmanship was like a ghost, and it was even more difficult to deal with than Xia Houlin. His knives were unpredictable, unable to keep up, and even more unpredictable. When the gentleman knife sect master raised his knife to block his head-on blow, the knife bypassed his blade like a poisonous snake and bit him. on the arm.
Terrible, terrifying! The hearts of the sect masters were chilling. When the knife collided with the knife, someone inadvertently touched the eyes of the assassin, and immediately felt like a piece of ice in his heart. Those are the eyes of mountain ghosts, condensing the eternal sadness. If Xia Houlin is a fiery flame, then he is a lonely piece of ice!
But there are five of them after all! They exchanged glances, quickly changed positions, and launched a continuous round of slashing attacks. This is a sword formation. There is one person standing in every direction of the assassin. Even if he has three heads and six arms, he cannot take care of all the dead spots! Soon, the Assassin's offensive slowed down, and there was a sharp pain like a burn from his back. The Assassin stumbled a few times, and quickly turned over to avoid a fatal vertical slash.
Seeing this, Xia Houlin immediately gave up his entanglement with Liu Guizang and quickly returned to help.
The two stood side by side, leaning against each other. Xia Houlin asked, "Brother, are you alright!"
"Small injury." The assassin gritted his teeth.
"Hey man, you haven't told me who you are?"
"Me?" The assassin gave Xia Houlin a deep look, smiled lowly, and slashed the arm of a sect master with a knife, "Xiahou Lin, I am your savior!"
Xia Houlin was stunned for a moment, and an answer was about to come out in his heart.
But how is that possible? They have been separated for a full seven years, and seven years are enough to make everything unrecognizable. Even if he wants to save people, he is far away in the capital, how could it be possible to travel from the capital to Liuzhou thousands of miles away in a few days
As he waved his knife, he thought of the young man who was as sad as a lonely bird.
For some reason, the tall figure of the assassin gradually overlapped with the back of the young man, the same lonely, the same tenacity, and the same indomitable progress. He and this assassin had never fought side by side, but they seemed to have known each other for a long time and cooperated seamlessly. When he grabbed the thundering sword of the sect master of the Furious Tide Sect, a blade behind him was immediately sent into the stomach of the sect master. When the assassin resisted the gentleman's knife, he swung the knife forward and cut off the head of the gentleman's knife. .
Xiahou pursed his lips, and that strange feeling resurfaced, flowing quietly in his heart.
But how is it possible? For a few days, Shen Jue couldn't come here no matter what! Xia Houlin shook his head vigorously, no longer thought about it, and went into the fight again.
Not long after, the sect masters fell one by one, leaving only Liu Guizang standing with a knife.
Liu Guizang looked solemn and looked at the blood all over the ground in disbelief. These sect masters are all dead, and the righteous path is almost over.
The assassin put away the knife and waited silently. Xiahou Lin nodded at him and walked towards Liu Guizang with the knife in hand. He didn't see the slightly trembling hand of the assassin. In fact, he was at the end of his force, and his whole body was covered with deep fatigue. Even if he wanted to help Xiahou Rin kill Liu Guizang, he couldn't do it.
"Hey, Willow Turtle, death is imminent, what else do you want to say?" Xia Houlin wiped the waves with his sleeves, and the blade of the blade swayed unsteadily in the sunlight shining on the ground.
"Xiahou Rin, do you want to hear me beg for mercy?" Liu Guizang smiled coldly, with a fierce gleam like a tiger and a leopard in his eyes, "Dream, I am the descendant of Qi's saber, how could I wait for you like this? Xiaoxiao begging for mercy!" He turned to look at the killing field under the high platform, the disciples of the righteous path were almost dead and wounded, the assassins in black were cruising in the field on horses, and desolate sorrow flashed in his eyes.
"Vengeance? Xia Houlin, you keep saying that you want to seek revenge from me, do you know that my master, the third-generation descendant of the Qi family knife, died at the hands of your mother! When I kill her, I also avenge me for killing my master. Hatred! That day was also such a big sun. When my master was in his old age, my mistress knelt on the ground and begged Garuda to spare his life, but your mother showed no mercy. She raised her sword and dropped my master's head in her pocket. In. You assassins, with a bloody debt to the sky, the corpses should be separated, and there will be no burial place!"
Xia Houlin was silent for a moment, and suddenly laughed, "We have a huge debt of blood, do you think you are clean? The surnamed Liu, how much blood is on your hands, do you not know how much blood you have on your hands? If you commit murder, you will be killed. Whoever holds the sword will kill for the sword. Your master has your master's retribution, my mother has my mother's retribution, you have your retribution, and I will also have mine. There are not many choices left for people in this world. , Since your master picked up the knife and killed the first person, we will never die."
Liu Guizang was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "My lifelong wish is to let the Qi family knife stand in the world, and be passed down for hundreds of generations, forever. Now it seems that I am afraid that it is impossible. Don't pass it on. Come on, Xiahou Rin! In this battle, only you and me are the two of you!"
The horizontal wave in Xia Houlin's hand suddenly vibrated, and the blade reflected the sunlight shining brightly, and the fierce murderous intent whizzed and approached with the wind! Xiahou Lian rushed towards Liu Guizang, the floor of the high platform trembled violently under his feet, and the sleeves of the white prison uniform fluttered in the wind, like the wings of a moth, and the waves were oncoming!
Holding the knife, Liu Guizang stared directly at the beam of the sword, his face was almost stretched into an ice sculpture, and the breath in his chest was surging like thunder. However, he suddenly let go of the Japanese sword in his hand, and the Japanese sword fell to the ground with a bang. The tip of the knife pierced into his chest, hot blood spurted out, and his body collapsed like a mountain.
Xia Houlin was stunned, he was still holding Hengbo, Liu Guizang's chest heaved violently, he stretched out his hand and firmly held Xia Houlin's shoulder.
"Xiahou Lian, do you think... killing me is revenge..." Liu Guizang sneered, "You are wrong... wrong! Your enemy is in Jialan!"
"What do you mean!" Xiahou Lin was stunned on the spot, as if a lightning bolt had struck his head.
"Your retribution is coming soon!" Liu Guizang tilted his neck, spat out the last mouthful of blood, and fell from Xia Houlin's shoulder, completely silent.
"What do you mean! Make it clear! Make it clear to me!" Xia Houlin shook Liu Guizang's gradually icy body, Liu Guizang's eyes were wide open, as if mocking Xia Houlin's ignorance.
In Galan? What does Liu Guizang mean? Xia Houlin had a splitting headache.
"Are you stupid?" the assassin behind him said, "Galan has an inner ghost, I'm afraid it's not a small one."
"I know!" Xia Houlin turned his head, the assassin was resting on a chair with the knife on his lap, "I just..."
"Can't believe it?" The Assassin laughed. "What can't you believe? The world is bustling for profit, and the world is for profit. If it is profitable, it is not difficult to betray relatives and friends, let alone colleagues?"
"Then what profit do you have for saving me?" Xiahou looked at him suspiciously, "Brother, who are you?"
The assassin shut up. An assassin rushed to the stage and shouted: "Boss, the officers and soldiers are here!"
"Boss, the officers and soldiers are here, are you okay? Let's retreat!" Tang Shiqi also yelled here.
The assassin jumped off the stage, got on the horse, made a gesture, and several of the assassins turned from their horses and got on the horses of their colleagues.
"These horses are for you." The assassin held the reins, "Xiahou Rin, take care of your life."
"Hey, you haven't told me who you are!" Xia Houlin shouted at him.
The assassin ignored him and took the people away, leaving only his back.
Xia Houlin shouted: "Young master! Young master! It's you who did it to your uncle!"
The assassin did not look back, and the men and horses entered the jungle in an orderly manner. In an instant, there were only corpses on the ground and the sound of Xiao Xiaofeng.
Xia Houlin jumped off the high platform, grabbed Shu Qing's collar and asked, "How many days have I been detained?"
"It's just seventeen days," Shu Qing struggled out from under him, "Senior brother, who are those people? Your friend? Why are they pretending to be our people?"
"Didn't you hear, the boss just called that person young master," Tang Shiqi said with a mean look on his face, "Boss, tell us honestly, have you been with a powerful young master? It's not bad, Better than me!"
Xia Houlin was upset. It turned out that he was detained for 17 days, but from the capital to Liuzhou, the road of more than 2,000 miles had to climb over two mountains, and 17 days was not enough at all. Besides, the sword technique that the man used was like a ghost, and he had never heard of it or seen it before. If it is the young master, then the kalan knife he taught him should also be.
Who the hell is this!
And that tortoise Liu Guizang, who doesn't speak clearly, fuck it! Xia Houli climbed onto the horse, ignored the chattering behind Tang Shiqi and Shu Qing, and chose a random path to run forward.
Behind him, in the dense forest in the distance, the assassin rode on a horse and watched his back from a distance. The assassin took off the bisque mask, revealing his white cheeks. Shen Jue coughed a few times in a low voice, her eyes were black and blue, and she was tired that could not be concealed.
Dongchang Tiqi took off their black clothes one after another, revealing the trail of woven gold embroidery threads.
"Professor, you are injured." You Tiqi reminded.
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Jue's figure swayed, and suddenly fell from the horse. The riders were startled and shouted "Supervisor" loudly. They hurriedly got off their horses and helped Shen Jue, who was unconscious.
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Situ Jin walked into the backyard of the Liuzhou East Factory Yamen. The Liuzhou eunuch Yu Xianru was already waiting in the corridor, walking back and forth with his hands behind his back, looking up at Situ Jin as if he had seen his own mother. His face greeted him happily.
"Oh, Situ Qianhu, you're finally here!" Yu Xian followed behind Situ Jin, "Oh, you talk about the governor, don't say hello, and suddenly appeared with a swoosh. , I didn't have time to take a sip of the tea, so I ordered 500 pieces and hurried to the suburbs to slaughter Liu Guizang. It scared me! Oh, what are you talking about, what is going on here!"
Situ Jin gave him a cold look.
Yu Xianru looked at Situ Jin's eyes, and his heart froze for a moment. He suddenly hung up and down, and stammered and asked, "Situ Qianhu... The governor is galloping through the starry night and rushing to Liuzhou non-stop. Sleeping for two hours, could it be possible... Could it be at the will of the one above?"
Situ Jin stopped and asked without answering, "If that's not the case, what does Master Yu think it is?"
Yu Xianru has been in the East Factory for many years, and he naturally knew that it was tricky.
There was a sudden commotion at the entrance of the yamen, and a group of fans came in carrying one box after another and placed them under the patio of the East Factory compound. Yu Xianru's mind went blank. He pointed at the boxes and asked Situ Jin, "This... what is this?"
"It was copied from Liu Guizang's house." Situ Jin walked down the patio, lifted the lid, and inside was a neatly sized Qi's saber, "A half month ago, a note was handed in from the yamen in the capital, saying that Liu Gui Zang intends to rebel. The Liuzhou Nameless Ghost Beheading Conference is a fake, and Liu Guizang's gathering of his comrades to rebel is true.
"Then...then it should also be sent to the Liuzhou Guard Station, and the officers and soldiers of the guard station should arrest it. Why...how..." Yu Xianru has been smooth in his life, and he has never encountered such a major event, wiping the sweat on his face, "and , and Liu Guizang is a member of the martial arts forest, widening the martial arts hall, and it is reasonable to have some swords, guns and sticks at home..."
Situ Jin lifted the lid of the last box, revealing the bright fire cannon inside, "Is it reasonable to have fire cannons?" He picked up one of the fire cannons and weighed them in his hand, "Five thunder gods, the imperial court. The order prohibits people from hiding firearms, what is the reason for this traitor knowingly committing the crime?"
Seeing the fire gun, Yu Xianru was completely dumbfounded, and said hastily: "Lord Situ, this... I never knew about this! This traitor actually hides the fire gun! It's a crime that deserves death! Fortunately, the governor arrived in time to ask for it. Otherwise, I, Liuzhou, would not be alive!"
"As for why the Governor came here, instead of sending it to Liuzhou in a single letter," Situ Jin said lightly, "How much money did Master Yu collect from Liu Guizang, then the Liuzhou Guard Station, not the Governor, copied it to Liu Guizang. The account book, I am afraid that Master Yu cannot escape the guilt. The governor pretended to be a Garan assassin and concealed his identity, but he also did not want to make Liu Guizang's rebellion a storm, and it was spread out that it would shake people's hearts."
As if a thunderstorm exploded in Yu Xianru's mind, he was so frightened that his legs trembled, and he almost fell to his knees. After being stunned for a moment, he realized that it was the Governor who saved his dog's life. His eyes suddenly turned red, he fell to his knees with a plop, and bowed again and again, "Thank you, Lord, for saving your life! Thank you, Lord, for saving your life!"
Situ Jin looked at him like this, shook his head, ignored him, and walked towards the back wing. Passing through the hall, and then walking along the curved corridor, the red lacquer door of the wing room is looming.
"Master, things have been done according to your instructions." Situ Jin bowed his head and stood by the door, "Now everyone in the East Factory believes that Liu Guizang is conspiring against him."
"Very well, come in." A harsh and hoarse voice came from the room.
Situ Jin entered the door, and the man was half lying on the couch of the Arhat, with his long hair like ink pouring down on the couch of the Eight Immortals. He was only wearing a plain white shirt with the collar open, revealing the bandages wrapped around him slightly. He didn't look at Situ Jin, but opened the window and looked at the Drunkard Butterfly Flowers outside. The flowers were blooming in clusters, like smoke and fog, like in a dream.
"What did Weide ask you to say?" Shen Jue said lightly.
"The governor left his post without permission and left without saying goodbye. Eunuch Wei was furious," Situ Jin said with his eyes lowered. "He said that he was afflicted with chronic diseases and his life was not long, so he should return to the palace. Otherwise..."
"Otherwise?" Shen Jue's eyes swept over, as cold as frost and snow.
"Otherwise, return to the cold palace, sweep the court, and never have to enter the Supervisor of Literacy for life."
"Understood," Shen Jue sat up, "Since that's the case, let's set off tomorrow."
"Yes." Situ Jin bowed his head, but didn't leave, Shen Jue looked at him, "Master, you are humble and presumptuous. The master is not here to kill Liu Guizang, but to save the nameless ghost. That nameless ghost was back then. That father-in-law of Sixi."
"Situ Jin, you are talking too much."
"The night when the first noble concubine was assassinated, the governor risked his life to sneak into the imperial medical office to steal medicine for the sick roommate. Later, I heard that Father Sixi, who was the governor's roommate, escaped from the palace and has not been found. He is not Four hi, but a wounded assassin."
"Situ Jin, our family never knew that you were so troubled." Shen Jue cast his gaze towards him without warmth.
Situ Jin said softly: "The Lord said at that time that he was the best person in the world to treat the Lord. For him, the Lord did not hesitate to risk his life many times, putting his life and death at risk. Since this is the case, why not take this opportunity directly. Take him away? A place like Garan is a fire pit."
"Have you become more mouthed after staying with women for a long time?" Shen Jue said impatiently, "Go back!"
Situ Jin gave a bow and said, "Bie Post has secretly sent someone to watch them leave the city safely, and the Governor does not need to worry. The humble post is retiring, and I hope the Governor will take care of his health." Situ Jin took a few steps back and turned around to go out the door.
Shen Jue remained silent, and when Situ Jin walked away, he stood up and looked out the window at the splendid drunken butterflies like fireworks.
"It's not time yet. The antidote for July and a half hasn't been developed, and Weide hasn't died yet. I can't protect myself. How... how can I protect him?"
He remembered the warm body of Xia Houlin that was close behind him on the horse that day. For the first time in seven years, the two of them were so close together, it was as if they were in each other's hearts and hearts. A small smile floated to her lips, Shen Jue stretched out her hand and poked a delicate flower petal that stretched out to the window, and said hoarsely, "Long, wait for me."