The rain in late autumn gradually became heavier.
In the rain, under the strange eyes of passers-by on the street, Wuzhu walked out of the alley all the way to the small fork beside Tianhe Road. Wet rain dripped slowly down his clothes and the black cloth on his face. He stopped here, then raised his head slightly, looking at the misty and misty imperial palace in the distance.
Yesterday afternoon, Wuzhu also looked at the imperial palace here for a long time. Although he is a traveler who came from the temple and subconsciously followed Fan Xian to visit the world, the imperial palace is indeed the most worth visiting place in Kyoto, the most majestic and magnificent However, since Wuzhu came here for two consecutive days, there must have been other opportunities that influenced his decision.
Under the eaves by the street, a few Kyoto urchins in little padded jackets were carrying square schoolbags, rubbing their hands against the cold, their little faces turning pale from the cold. These children have to go to the private school set up by the imperial court every day to study, and they also carry umbrellas with them, but they did not expect that when they walked to the entrance of the alley, the rain would suddenly become heavier.
"Look, it's that idiot from yesterday!" A little guy was thinking that the rain was too boring. Although it seemed that it could delay the class time, who wants to keep bowing his head under someone else's roof? At this moment, he I found Wu Zhu standing in the rain like an idiot, and recognized that the other party was the idiot who let me abuse him yesterday. I was as happy as rediscovering a new continent.
There were no stones under the eaves. The urchins rolled their eyes and found some coal cinders that had not been completely burned last night beside a coal stove. They laughed and screamed, and began to throw them at Wuzhu.
I don't know why, but it seems that human beings are very good at proving their strength by bullying those who are weaker than themselves when they are very young, so as to obtain some kind of spiritual satisfaction. This seems to be a kind of instinct, otherwise, why would those children feel happy when they heard the sound of coal slamming on Wuzhu's body? Why do you feel happy when you see Wu Zhu's body being smashed and filthy
There are not many people sheltering from the rain on the street. In the eyes of these few people in Kyoto, the blind man who stood in a daze in the rain was obviously an idiot and a handicapped person. He couldn't help feeling sympathetic, but he looked at the blind man The smudges on his body, and some subconscious disgust.
So except for a woman who looked like an aunt who scolded those little brats fiercely, no one else did anything, but just watched indifferently those children who didn't take it seriously in their own way, venting the violence that exists in life desire.
With a bang, a lump of coal soaked in water hit Wu Zhu's motionless face with no expression, and made a crisp sound, as if he had been slapped across the face.
The piece of coal smacked the black cloth on Wu Zhu's face slightly off. Wuzhu's pale face turned a little bit, as if he didn't quite understand what happened, then he straightened the black cloth on his face, turned around slowly, and looked at the children with dirty hands under the eaves them.
The urchins were not afraid, because the blind idiot didn't show any sign of resistance when he smashed it all afternoon yesterday. On the contrary, they felt even more excited when they saw Wu Zhu's reaction today. Dense up.
Crack, clap, finally someone found a stone, mixed with coal, and threw it at Wu Zhu's head and face without thinking, leaving behind dirty marks and traces of blood. Wuzhu's pale face was flowing, like a flood after a dry season, carrying the garbage of thousands of years, washing out scars on the vicissitudes of the earth.
Wuzhu still didn't dodge, it turned out that Wuzhu would also be injured, he stared blankly at those children who kept screaming and waving their little hands through the layer of black cloth, he didn't understand why they were attacking him, let alone understand, Why did these children smile so ferociously on their innocent faces, and he didn't understand why those stones, no matter if they were pointed or round stones, hit his head and face, but his heart Feeling weird
What kind of emotion is that? sad? disappointment? anger? Unwilling? Or is it just a word of emotion? Wu Zhu looked at those children and let them hit him. In his mind, which was chaotic, suddenly something seemed a little more.
The rain suddenly became extremely heavy, and the sky of Kyoto in late autumn was like someone had cut a big hole. Countless rivers, lakes and seas poured down from that unfathomable big hole, turning into showers, violent rain, Scattered on the streets and alleys.
It was as if a big hole suddenly opened in Wu Zhu's mind, and the clear sky light shot down, covering his whole body with a strange emotion.
There are emotions, what does this prove? Is it the same proof as the curiosity that the young man named Fan Xian said? Wuzhu started thinking again, thinking silently in the majestic heavy rain.
That young man named Fan Xian once said many things to him, but he couldn't understand, couldn't understand, couldn't understand, and just remembered them in his heart.
What did that young man named Fan Xian do? It seems to be going to that palace, it seems to be revenge, why revenge, revenge for whom? It seems that someone died, so the person named Fan Xian was unwilling and unhappy, a woman named Ye Qingmei, and an old cripple named Chen Pingping
These two unfamiliar names seemed to gradually become clearer and more familiar to Wuzhu's mind with the rainwater all over the sky and the clear light coming from that big hole. However, what gave him a headache was that he still couldn't remember. Thinking about who the other party is, hasn't he been in the temple all his life
Wuzhu still doesn't remember anything, but he has something he shouldn't have, that is emotion. In fact, since yesterday afternoon, that emotion has filled his heart, and his eyes are only separated by the black cloth. , quietly watching that kind of palace.
This emotion is called disgust. I don't know why, and Wuzhu himself can't explain it. He hates the tallest building in Kyoto, maybe it's just because he instinctively hates the people in that building
When leaving the Snow Temple, the young man named Fan Xian coughed up blood and said to himself that he should follow his heart, but... what is heart? Could it be the fresh and strange... emotions that I feel at this moment
Wuzhu decided to go to the palace to find out the real source of his emotions, to see if there was someone he wanted to see, someone he was destined to meet, so he put his hand steadily on the iron ring beside his waist. At the same time, he lowered his head slightly and put on the hat on his back again to cover the rain from the sky and the black cloth covering his eyes.
However, those children were still happily throwing stones and coal cinders. After a moment of silence, Wuzhu let go of the iron chisel in his hand, squatted down, scratched the palm of his hand in the sewage flowing on the ground, and grabbed a fistful of it. Hard cinders.
Can't hurt human beings, unless it's for the overall interests of human beings, but the biggest difference between Wuzhu and the old man in the temple is that he doesn't understand what the overall interests are, and what does he have to do with himself relation.
Those young humans might just be playing games, Wu Zhu thinks so, and reacts in this way, at least for these young humans who bully him, he has no disgust or anger in his heart.
Since it is a game, if I play a game with them, maybe they will stop pestering me like this. Wuzhu directly threw the handful of coal cinders mixed with rainwater towards the children under the eaves by the street.
There was a cry of panic, a flurry of footsteps, countless cries, the sound of someone passing out in the rain and falling to the ground, all the messy sounds followed Wu Zhu's movement.
A handful of coal dust mixed with sewage was accurately divided into four parts, and hit the bodies of those urchins accurately. Among them, the head of the urchin who laughed the loudest was directly smashed and bled. Passed out in the rain.
After the death-like silence at the street, an angry roar suddenly broke out: "The idiot killed someone!"
The formerly indifferent citizens of Kyoto suddenly became outstanding citizens who are eager for justice at this moment. Those who reported to the officials, those who notified their parents notified their parents, and some middle-aged men took out wooden sticks and mops, ready to Knock that stupid idiot to the ground.
They are all neighbors in the neighborhood, so it is naturally impossible to watch the children suffer so much. The mother of the fainted child threw herself on the child, weeping loudly and cursing Wu Zhu viciously.
Wuzhu looked at all this indifferently, still didn't understand, if it was a game, why did that woman cry, if it wasn't a game, why didn't they stop these children before? I know that I will not be really hurt, do these human beings also know that they are not normal people? Didn't those children worry about my safety when they beat themselves
In the rain, the silent Wuzhu faintly learned something, a little understanding that human emotions have nothing to do with choice and reason, and they are originally divided by closeness, likes and dislikes.
In today's world, Wu Zhu thinks that the person closest to him should be that young man named Fan Xian. He hates that palace the most, so he doesn't care about these crazy people anymore, and seriously Smoothed out the wrinkles of the black cloth on his face again, put his hand on the iron rod by his waist, and stepped towards the distant palace.
Someone tried to beat the idiot, the blind man, the madman, and then he passed out and the stick broke in two. In the heavy rain, Wu Zhu, who was dressed in civilian clothes and a hat, easily walked out of the encirclement of the angry people in Kyoto, leaving behind only a crowd of screaming people.
Wuzhu didn't kill anyone, not because he didn't dare to kill, but because of the habits he had developed over hundreds of thousands of years, he couldn't think of killing, and when he wanted to kill, he would kill again.
When the yamen servants of the Kyoto Prefecture rushed to the fork beside Tianhe Road, the lunatic who knocked down the people of the whole place had disappeared. Seeing the people screaming in the rain, the head of the yamen servants took a look and gasped. Taking a breath of air, he thought to himself which master this is, who strikes so neatly. How could the strong bother with these unarmed common people? The head of the yamen servants team felt a little chilly, not because of the injuries of these people, but because of the blind man who had disappeared. If it was true what these people said, that person was a fool, then there is no doubt that this fool must be the first person in history. The most powerful martial lunatic.
Letting such a martial lunatic run around in the capital, the head of the yamen servants was terrified. He immediately asked his subordinates to notify the Kyoto government yamen, and then nervously asked a person next to him: "Where did that lunatic go?"
"It seems to be heading towards the square." The man replied with a trembling voice, gnashing his teeth and said: "That man has been watching the palace for two days, I'm afraid there is something wrong."
The head of the yamen servant didn't need to ask any more questions, he also understood that this person wanted to kill that lunatic, and if something involved the palace, he would have no way out. However, when he heard that the madman Wu was heading straight for the palace, the head of the yamen servants felt a little relieved. After all, there are many experts in the palace and the forbidden army is strict. It's the legendary Master Xiao Fan who came back, so can he still break into the palace
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The rain kept falling, and Wu Zhu didn't know how urgent the people at the street behind him wanted him to die, and he didn't know that the head of the yamen servant had already sentenced him to death. He just wore a hat and held an iron braze, step by step, walking towards the palace square very steadily and crisply.
In Langya County of the Northern Qi Dynasty, the new cloth shoes Fan Xian bought for him were already soaked in the water. With every step he took, it was like a drum sounded in Wu Zhu's mind, beating his heart and soul, Ye Qingmei, Chen Pingping, Fan Xian, these seemingly distant but Very close names kept ringing.
Every step, he vaguely remembered something, although it was not clear, but it was very close, such as this imperial city in the cold rain, such as this capital full of familiar smells, full of glass made by himself, it was so familiar .
And in the same way, as the first step towards the Imperial City Square approached, Wu Zhu's disgust for the imperial palace deepened. This imperial city standing majestically in the rainstorm was so unshakable, Strict and...disgusting.
Kyoto is the hometown, and the imperial palace is also the hometown, Wu Zhu thought so.
Walking alone in the old place in the rain, but encountering the rain blocking the road, the road is quiet and lonely, and the bewildered rain passers-by are too lazy to dodge.
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The people blocking Wuzhu's way were not the rain, but a group of soldiers of the Imperial Army who were full of armor in the rain, full of chilling intentions. The rain hit the gray armor of these elite soldiers of the Qing Dynasty, and it slapped and hit them. On the solemn face, it couldn't arouse the slightest emotional change.
The emotion on Wuzhu's face didn't change at all, his body still leaned forward slightly, letting the hat on top of his head cover the rainstorm falling from the sky, and his feet didn't stagnate or speed up, just steadily following the speed he was used to , go to the middle of the square.
Wuzhu wanted to enter the palace, so he had to pass the main gate of the palace, so he had to walk through the square in the rainstorm. For him, this is an extremely simple logic, and he doesn't care if anyone stops him. However, his extremely simple logic seemed extremely indifferent and bold to the Imperial Army responsible for the safety of the palace.
The news of Fan Xian's return to the capital had already spread from the Ye Mansion last night, and by now, all the upper echelons of the Qing Kingdom had known this shocking news. As for the imperial palace, martial law has been enforced since last night, and the checks upon entry are extremely strict, and the defense work has been raised to an unprecedented level of tension.
Even on the day when the Kyoto garrison escorted Old Director Chen of the Overwatch Council back to Beijing, the security of the entire imperial city was not as strict as it is today. Because everyone knew what Fan Xian was returning to Beijing for, he would definitely try to enter the palace again to assassinate, and the Nanqing court would never give this traitor a second chance.
The inspection work of the imperial army has extended to one-third of the area more than before. The heavy rain this morning and the feeling of damp and cold made everyone more vigilant and felt palpitations, because they didn't know Fan Where is Xian now, and when will he enter the palace.
The small incident at the fork in the Tianhe Road actually fell into the eyes of the imperial army, but the soldiers who were in charge of monitoring the security work in the periphery did not take the sudden incident of a Wu lunatic too seriously.
However, when this lunatic Wu who was wearing a hat and was completely blind suddenly showed amazing strength and began to walk silently towards the palace, the imperial guards finally noticed something strange.
When the cloth shoe on the right foot of the blind man wearing a hat stepped on the ponded water on the bluestone slab of the Imperial City Square, the Imperial Army gave the first warning and began to gather force to capture him in one fell swoop.
However, Wuzhu didn't seem to have heard the warning that could chill the hearts of most people in the world. He was still walking steadily and silently. Under the cold and chilling eyes, he walked steadily step by step.
Those who had done so warned three times, and the blind man in the civilian clothes in the heavy rain still seemed to have not heard it, turned a blind eye, and walked step by step towards the center of the square, towards the main gate of the palace.
Even at this time, the officers and soldiers of the imperial army still regarded this eccentric figure as a madman, and did not associate him with an assassin. Because in the eyes of ordinary people, no matter how powerful an assassin is, even the Sigu sword back then, it is impossible to choose such an open and aboveboard way to assassinate. Surrounded by more than ten thousand forbidden troops, under the towering palace walls, no one can Break through the obstacles of so many people, enter the palace, and point the sword at His Majesty.
Unless there is really a god in this world.
Therefore, the imperial guards thought that this weird blind man might just be a lunatic with extremely bad luck. In such a tense situation, he suddenly broke into the forbidden area in front of the palace, and what greeted him could only be death.
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Wuzhu was still walking, as if he didn't see the line of Imperial Guard soldiers blocking him. At this time, the wind and rain were still raging, and the endless rain was like a huge wave on the East China Sea, which was about to engulf his lonely figure, but he couldn't really engulf him, because he came out of the rain again.
"Kill." An officer of the Imperial Army narrowed his eyes slightly, and felt a biting chill coming from the blind man not far away. The blind man had already entered the forbidden area, and a sense of danger made this person The famous school official no longer hesitated and issued an order.
With a sound of swish, the imperial guards standing in front of Wu Zhu drew their sabers in unison, and the light of the sabers instantly illuminated the rainy sky in front of the imperial city.
Without Chi Chi's sword glow, Wu Zhu just steadily pulled out the iron rod at his waist, and then stabbed out. His speed didn't appear to be fast in the violent wind and rain, and the movement of the chisel wasn't all that perfect, but... every time the iron chisel was passed out, the point of the chisel would accurately pierce the throat of an imperial soldier.
Accurate, clean, and stable, this is how Wu Zhu feels when he makes a shot. It's very simple, but when it's simple to the extreme, it becomes a certain state.
It was only a few breaths of time from when the school official killed all the soldiers in front of him to Wu Zhu stabbing to death. It gushed out of the throat and was washed away by the rain.
During the killing process, Wu Zhu's speed did not change at all, and his two feet were still walking steadily in the rain, as if he was not hindered by anything, walking through the rain and killing people all the way.
This is not the chicness of a peerless master, nor did it bring the feeling of a strong man walking in the courtyard around the imperial palace. They just felt cold, very cold, because the blind man's shots were so stable, so stable to the point of incomparable indifference.
The imperial army didn't even know how those colleagues died under the iron rod, because the blind man wearing a hat didn't have the aura to break through the world, and his shots were not very tricky.
It's just that the iron braze seemed to be covered with a layer of coldness from the sky, and it easily calculated all the angles and possibilities in the rain, and then picked the most reasonable space gap and handed it out.
It seems simple, but it is actually shocking, enough to make everyone who saw this scene completely lose any confidence in being an enemy!
The school official watched his subordinates helplessly, and died at the hands of the blind man wearing a hat without even groaning. He felt a chill all over his body, colder than the autumn rain that kept falling around him.
Wuzhu walked in front of him, and the school officer suddenly felt that the other party's civilian clothes, which had been soaked by the rain and turned a little darker, didn't look like ordinary clothes, and the iron rod held by the other party was not an ordinary weapon either. The other party is not... a person, but a monster that condenses all the mysteries in the world and breathes all the chill in the world.
The school officer was trembling all over, and bravely pulled out the knife, and then saw an iron rod pierced under his jaw, and then retracted like lightning.
It's too fast, why did it look so slow before? Why can't I hide no matter what? With such doubts, the school officer fell heavily into the rain, his eyes full of fright were gradually submerged by the stagnant water, and then he watched a pair of soaked cloth shoes walk by his head.
At this moment, those feet wearing cloth shoes were still so stable.
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The rain was still falling, and the forbidden army was still dying. The unknown fear brought about by the killing god wearing a hat made the soldiers of the forbidden army who were in charge of the safety of the palace become extremely angry and brave, and rushed to kill them one after another.
However, these imperial guards couldn't even stop Wu Zhu's steady footsteps.
Wuzhu bowed his head, turned around, and bent his knees. With a calmness and calculation ability that were completely beyond ordinary people's imagination, he calmly moved away from all weapons that might hurt his body, and then straightly handed out the iron rod, tearing open the curtain of autumn rain in front of him. Tear open the heavy siege in front of you.
He just wanted to go into the palace to have a look, and for this reason, people kept falling beside him, the rain curtains were covered with blood, people died, fell into the rain, and there were exclamations. , There are screams, there are muffled groans.
Like an angel who fell into the dust for no reason and came to the world, in the calmest and most frightening way, he was harvesting the guards around the emperor, harvesting ordinary and humble lives.
There were fewer and fewer people in front of Wu Zhu, but there were more and more dead bodies on the ground.
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Suddenly, Wuzhu stopped in the middle of the square in front of the imperial city, there was no one standing beside him, and around him, hundreds of forbidden soldiers were lying in a pool of blood, no matter what The violent autumn rain could not wash away the blood in an instant. He slowly raised his head and looked at the imperial city.
The forbidden army on the city had already bent their bows and set their arrows, and the densely packed feather arrows had already aimed at the five bamboos in front of the palace gate, and thousands of arrows might be fired at any time.
Standing in the bloody water, Wuzhu raised his head, looked at the familiar but unfamiliar imperial city and those terrifying arrow branches through the black cloth, his face exposed outside the cloth was still calm, there was no sign of any harm at all. For any fear, he just slowly raised his right arm, stretched out the iron rod in his hand into the heavy rain, and let the rain wash away the blood on it.
The rain pattered on the iron rod.
The distraught imperial guards who were killed by that iron rod had obeyed orders and returned to the palace gate. At this time, the vermilion palace gate was closed tightly, and in the wide square, except for the blood corpses lying on the ground, there were only people like stormy waves filling the sky. The wind and rain and... the blind man standing alone wearing a hat.
Countless people in the imperial city saw this scene, and they all felt a chill from the deepest part of their hearts. Who is this unimaginably powerful blind man
Gong Dian, the pale-faced commander of the Imperial Army, stood at the top of the city and watched the blind man standing alone in the rain. His body trembled slightly. Thinking of the woman and her young servant many years ago, an unprecedented feeling surged deep in his heart. Fear. He knew who the other party was, and he had notified His Majesty in the palace immediately, but he didn't know whether his tens of thousands of forbidden troops could stop the other party.
Wu Zhu is here, Wu Zhu is finally here, and he's here to avenge Miss!
Gong Dian's heart kept echoing these few words that made his heart tremble.
Standing alone in the wind and rain, Wuzhu challenged the entire mighty Qing court with an iron rod, but he didn't have these thoughts. He just suddenly said to himself: "The one who lives inside seems to be...Little Lizi."
The sky is full of wind and rain, and the Sri Lankan people are independent. Although there are tens of millions of people, I will go.
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