In mid-April, the spring is already bright and strong, and the whole south of the Yangtze River is shrouded in warm wind. People walking on the street have begun to wear only jackets. And outside the city of Kyoto, which is thousands of miles away from Suzhou, you can still see the white snow on the top of Cangshan Mountain from a long distance, which is as cold as the white scarf covering the face of a dead body.
The tall man in the hat withdrew his eyes on the white snow on the top of Cangshan Mountain, silently drank the remaining tea in the cup, ordered a bowl of plain noodles, and began to eat without taste.
This place is thirty miles outside of Kyoto, called Shipai Village.
And this tall man wearing a hat is Master Sanshi, the second priest of the Qing Temple who rushed from the south of the Yangtze River to Kyoto through untold hardships. Grandmaster Sanshi did not come to Beijing to discuss the Dao, nor to break the weeping willows outside the Imperial Dao. He came to kill people, he came to... assassinate!
Although Fan Xian was in the south of the Yangtze River, he let him go intentionally or unintentionally, but the Overwatch Council carried out strict investigations. Even though the Northwest Road did not send heavy troops, it still cost him a lot for Sanshi to bypass the Overwatch Council and the black cavalry blockade and come to the capital. time.
The Junshan Society is indeed a loose organization, but when this organization has an extremely sacred and important mission, its importance is highlighted, and how many important figures from the world's forces have gathered in this mysterious organization? Few people can understand.
Although Master Sanshi is the second priest of the Qing Temple, he does not have much power to speak out in the Junshan Association, and he is quite opposed to the arrangement of the Junshan Association in the south of the Yangtze River. After trying to interfere with Fan Xian's administration but failed, the Master Sanshi made himself an outcast and broke away from the arrangement of the Junshan Society. So proudly went to Kyoto.
Go to the capital to kill people, kill those who cannot be killed.
As he thought about it, he ate the noodles in silence, according to the old senior brother's earnest teaching, he chewed each noodle carefully and made it into batter, and then he swallowed it with satisfaction.
For some reason, Master Sanshi was so sad that he couldn't restrain himself. Two turbid tears fell from his old eye sockets and dripped into the noodle soup.
He wants to go to Beijing to ask the emperor why!
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After eating the noodles, he straightened his hat to cover his face, picked up the tall wooden staff beside the table, left the noodle shop, and started walking towards the capital along the path at the foot of the mountain in Shipai Village.
In front is the dark imperial city, and behind the white mountain, the ascetic monk walks among them.
The forest is getting deeper and deeper, and the road is getting narrower and narrower. It was early in the day, and there were no woodcutters diligently getting up early to cut firewood. In the wilderness, it was impossible for any pedestrians to pass by. The mountain road was quiet, so quiet that it was even a little weird, not even the sound of birds and insects.
After all, Master Sanshi was not a martial artist who was good at assassination, but an ascetic monk with extremely high cultivation, so although he felt a little strange in his heart, he didn't care much.
Neither the imperial court nor the Junshan Society should know that he came to Kyoto from Jiangnan. The only one who knows about this is Miss Haitang, the saint of the Northern Qi Dynasty. No matter from which aspect, it is impossible for Haitang to disclose her whereabouts. Master Sanshi believes in this very much. He doesn't think that anyone will know his route in advance, so as to ambush him in advance.
Therefore, when that piercing arrow shot out from the dense forest, trying to stab hard into his eye socket, Grandmaster Sanshi was very surprised.
The appearance of that arrow flying was very strange, at the beginning it was silent, like a ghost, until it was only three feet away from his face, then suddenly screamed, the arrow screamed soul-stirringly, it was extremely frightening !
Hiss... roar!
The long black arrow seemed to call out the word kill.
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Master Sanshi let out a muffled grunt, and poked the long wooden staff fiercely at the ground. The head of the wooden staff carved into a bird's head stretched forward in a very short time, blocking the feathered arrow that seemed to fly from outside the sky.
There was a muffled sound of the nail, and the arrow ruthlessly shot into the head of the wooden staff. The infinite power contained in the arrow made Master Sanshi's wrist tremble slightly, and the bird's head engraved on the staff exploded in an instant. Come on!
Grandmaster Sanshi narrowed his eyes, and felt a chill in his heart—such lightning-like archery skills, it seems that only Yan Xiaoyi, the governor of Zhengbei University, has this level, and Yan Xiaoyi should be in Cangzhou City at this time, thousands of miles away from the capital. land.
Through the leaves in the forest, Master Sanshi's clear eyes could clearly see the archer's face. It was a young and unfamiliar face, but he knew that the arrow he caught with his own hands must have caught Yan Xiao. B's true biography, this strange young man must be Yan Xiaoyi's apprentice!
While thinking about these things, Master Sanshi had already taken advantage of the counter-shock force of that stick to fly into the air, unfolding his body like a big bird, holding a wooden staff, and looking towards that side like a madman Smashed it!
Although he didn't know why the other party wanted to kill him, he didn't allow himself to die before he entered the capital and asked the emperor what he said.
Grandmaster Sanshi is tall and tall, wearing a hat, and full of killing intent with his stick, flying in the air like a big fierce bird, full of the momentum of never returning.
When confronting a sharp archer, the most important thing is to close the distance with the opponent, but... jumping into the air at this time, showing all the empty doors of oneself to the opponent, and people have nowhere to use their strength in the air, let alone hiding Open those ghostly arrow feathers...
Master Sanshi glanced over, looked at the peaceful face of the archer, and knew that the other party would take the opportunity to shoot an arrow.
Sure enough, the archer didn't know how to move. With a flick of his hands, he took out an arrow feather from behind him, wound it, took aim, and shot!
There are three very simple movements, but they are done so naturally, so harmoniously, and so quickly, as if they are just one movement that cannot be separated, very beautiful.
This simple beauty comes from daily hard practice and talent for archery.
Whoosh! The second arrow has already shot at Grandmaster Sanshi's throat. At this time, he is in the air, and there is no way he can dodge such a fast arrow!
But Sanshi was waiting for this moment.
He let out a muffled grunt, and without dodging, he transported his true energy to his chest and abdomen, and used his stupidest and most powerful iron shirt to hold up the arrow!
The arrow hit his throat, making a strange rattling sound.
A strange light flashed in Master Sanshi's eyes, and he had already reached the archer's body, and struck with a stick!
At this time, the distance between the two is only three feet, how can the archer avoid it
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The archer still had a calm expression on his face. Facing the lunatic stick, he took two steps back very steadily. With the longbow in front of him, he uttered a word: "Seal!"
The four golden knives came from nowhere and turned into four beams of light, sealing Master Sanshi's lore stick!
A loud noise exploded, the knife shattered, the stick was thrown into chaos, and dust filled the forest.
And amidst the dust in the sky, the sound of arrows rang out again, a Soul Seizing Arrow pierced through the gray forest, and within a very short distance, shot at Grandmaster Sanshi's throat again.
The distance was too close, and Master Sanshi couldn't avoid it in time, and he didn't dare to let his most vulnerable throat be tested by Yanmen archery, so he raised his palms and posed in a gesture of respect to the temple.
The opponent seals himself with four knives and one stick, and he seals the arrow with one palm.
The thin and soul-devouring arrow was nailed to the thick and callused palm of Master Sanshi, like a mosquito, staring at the poor people's flesh, shaking it twice before falling to the ground.
Just a slight ding, a nail, but Master Sanshi's body shook violently.
Shocked by the arrow, he took a step back... Another arrow arrived, Master Sanshi raised his palm again, sealed it, and retreated again.
The arrows shot out of the dust are getting faster and faster, as if there is no interruption. I don't know what kind of terrifying hand speed the archer behind the dust has!
If so, nine arrows.
Master Sanshi was shocked back nine steps, and was forced back to the side of the mountain road by those terrifying arrow feathers. With a muffled groan, his true energy pierced his arms, and with a wave of his staff, the last arrow flew away... Then he found His feet were tightened, and a terrifying animal clamp clucked, clamping his right foot bloodily!
This beast trap is so big, it should be used to trap tigers, even though Master Sanshi has the skill of indestructible iron clothes, when he suddenly encountered a trap, the flesh and blood on his calf still opened and blood gushed out.
Master Sanshi yelled out in pain! Frowning those unwilling eyebrows, there was also a small blood spot on his throat, and there were many small blood spots on the hand holding the wooden staff, which were slowly oozing blood.
There are so many ghostly and unpredictable sharp arrows, if it were someone else, he would have been shot into a hedgehog long ago, and he was the only one who hadn't suffered any real damage, but it's a pity that he was still forced into the trap by these arrows in the end middle.
The dust gradually fell, and in the opposite forest, the face of the young archer appeared again, and there were four swordsmen holding broken knives.
Master Sanshi looked at the other party indifferently, and said, "I didn't expect that it was you who killed..."
Before he finished speaking, the young archer was here to kill and silence, and he was not interested in talking to Master Sanshi. Although he knew that Master Sanshi was also a legend, the young generation of heroes who grew up did not have any superfluous awe.
With his steady right finger, the young man placed the poisoned black arrow on the string, aiming again at the throat of the immobile Master Three Stones.
"shoot."
He said a word, but the arrow in his hand did not fly away.
The forest was full of chaos, I don't know how many archers came out from all directions, separated by a distance of more than ten feet, surrounded Sanshi in the middle, all holding bows and arrows in their hands, according to the sound of shooting, countless long arrows fell off the strings It came out, turned into a soul-snatching straight line, and ruthlessly pierced the body of Master Sanshi in the middle!
Sanshi's pupils shrank slightly, looking at the other party's arrangement... Knowing that he might not be able to survive today, to be able to arrange so many archers in the mountains, this must be the military's manpower, no matter how powerful the master is, facing the army ruthlessly And even after repeated cold-blooded attacks, he couldn't survive, not to mention that his right foot had already been caught by that nasty beast trap!
I am not Ye Liuyun, not Kuhe, Master Sanshi sighed in his heart, waved the long staff in his hand, resisting the rain of arrows from all directions.
Dangdangdang, countless crackling sounds resounded around him, but within a short time, hundreds of flying arrows had already been crushed by his wooden staff, and the remaining arrows were piled up around his body, looking extremely sad.
There were also some arrows that pierced through his defensive circle and stuck on his body, but these archers were not as good as the young man before, and couldn't shoot through Master Sanshi's iron shirt.
The leading young shooter was not in a hurry, but looked coldly at Master Sanshi who was struggling like a dying beast, and watched the ascetic monk helplessly fight against the rain of arrows all over the sky. He knew that the other party's true energy was strong. If you want to shoot to death from a long distance, you need patience, and you have to keep using it up. As long as Sanshi's true energy shows signs of weakening, he will no longer be able to maintain his tough skills... Once the arrow enters his body, that is the time for Sanshi's death.
So he just aimed at Sanshi's throat and waited indifferently for that moment.
And the dozens of archers in the forest just kept shooting arrows indifferently.
Sanshi howled loudly, kept waving his wooden staff, struggling in the rain of arrows.
There will always be a time of exhaustion.
So at this moment, Sanshi's bravery and power seemed so sad.
In the face of a powerful army machine, what is the use of martial arts masters...
What a grim scene this is.
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The relentless burst of shooting continued. The broken arrows piled up around Grandmaster Sanshi's body grew higher and higher, gradually submerging his calf, drowning the beast trap and injured leg in the arrow feathers, looking like a dead man The monk is constantly splitting the pyre that is about to set himself on fire.
Grandmaster Sanshi's clothes were already wet with sweat, and the speed at which he swung the wooden staff also slowed down. It was obvious that his true energy was not as abundant as before.
It was this opportunity, the leading archer who had been waiting for a long time opened his middle finger lightly, and the arrow on the string shot out!
With a whoosh, a nail, the whole forest, the whole world seemed to be quiet at this moment.
Master Sanshi held the arrow feathers on his throat, and made hoo hoo noises, but he couldn't say anything, and blood flowed out from his palm.
The archers around also stopped shooting.
The young archer frowned and said indifferently, "Continue."
The arrows rose again, and in an instant, more than a dozen feathered arrows were shot into Sanshi's body, and his whole body was stained red with blood.
Sanshi closed his eyes slowly, and sighed again in his heart, knowing that showing weakness to lure the enemy is not feasible, that Yan Xiaoyi's apprentice did things, he really had the ruthless style of his teacher.
With a wave of his hand, he flicked his sleeves, and brushed away several arrow feathers. He opened his eyes, burst into flames, and shouted violently. When it opened, the wood chips flew horizontally, revealing the knife inside... that big knife!
In Suzhou City, Sanshi once cut through the long street with a single blow, but at this time, his sword... could only cut towards himself.
Slashing down, the blade pierced into the flesh without a sound, and he severed his right calf!
Never being trapped by beast traps again, Sanshi, like a big bird with broken wings, took off violently again, and rushed into the opponent's formation like a goshawk fighting a rabbit. Then he chopped off three heads, broke open the chests and abdomens of several people, and killed a lot of blood in the forest!
What a domineering knife!
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When Sanshi drew his sword, the indifferent young archer had already turned around and left, climbed up the tree without a sound, and began to shoot arrow after arrow. He knew that the opponent had reached the end of his crossbow, and he broke his own leg again. Don't let the money flow, the other party won't be able to support it for too long.
Sure enough, the knife light gradually dimmed after a moment of astonishment.
After killing a lot of archers, Master Sanshi's body was poisoned, his hair was injured, and his blood was exhausted. He put the long knife and handle on the ground, let out a muffled grunt, and exhaled his last breath.
The second sacrifice in Qingmiao, died.
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After confirming the death of Sanshi, the archers surrounded them. They are all elites in the army. They came to surround and kill today...even the shameless murder of the second priest of the Qing Temple. Not everyone can maintain their superficial calm, especially It was because the other party was able to break a leg and kill so many of his brothers after being tricked by the other party. These people can't help but feel chills in their hearts when they think about it now.
"Clean it up, you guys go back to camp." The young archer said indifferently: "Ding Han, you are in charge of cleaning up."
A soldier responded with a low salute.
The forest returned to calm again. These good shooters in the army took off their camouflage and went back to the camp in another hidden disguise.
After leaving the forest, the young archer had changed into ordinary people's clothes, and instead of going back to the camp with the brigade, he turned eastward and westward out of the forest, found the official road back to Beijing, and built a road on the road. Riding the carriage, chatting and laughing with the businessman all the way, and entered the capital like this.
After entering the capital city, the archer first went to eat two bowls of vegetable porridge, then bought a paper windmill on the side of the street, walked across Nancheng Street, walked through secluded alleys, and looked at the door of a storytelling hall, As if he couldn't resist the temptation of today's storybook, he went upstairs and asked for a bowl of tea and a plate of melon seeds, and began to listen to the book.
After listening for a while, he seemed to be in a hurry to urinate and went to the latrine.
After leaving the courtyard wall behind the hut, after confirming that no one was following him, he entered a mansion. I don't know whose family owned this mansion, he walked as easily as if he was in his own home.
After entering the study, he prostrated himself in front of the desk, and reported to the pair of small feet under the desk, "Your Highness, it's gone."
"Thanks for your hard work." Her Royal Highness Li Yunrui, the Princess of the Qing Dynasty, smiled slightly. This beautiful and extraordinary woman, when she smiled, added a bit of charm.
The young archer looked so ruthless when he shot Master Sanshi, but he didn't dare to look directly into the eldest princess' eyes. After getting up, he stood aside in a dignified manner.
"Three stones... What a pity." The eldest princess sighed regretfully: "If you don't listen to what I say, you must imitate the courage of ordinary people. How can your majesty be suspicious of us at this time? Everything is not ready, and now is not the time to act. If the timing is right, a disobedient person like this has no choice but to let him go."
The young archer remained silent, knowing that these important matters should be the concern of the elders, and he only needed to implement them.
The eldest princess glanced at him, smiled and said, "You can't fight in the north with Dudu Yan, do you have any complaints?"
The young archer said with a smile: "Father only drinks all day long in the north, so there is no stimulation from Beijing."
After a few more words, the eldest princess let him out of the study.
This mansion is nameless, and no one knows that the eldest princess will come here occasionally. She likes to sit alone in this study and think about things, and she often becomes crazy about her own thoughts.
Junshan Club? ... There was a self-deprecating smile on the corner of her lips. What was the purpose of organizing the Junshan Club when she was young? He wanted to do something for the Qing Kingdom, and he wanted to help the emperor's elder brother to do things that the emperor's elder brother was inconvenient to do, such as killing a minister or robbing someone's property.
Although the emperor's elder brother didn't know the existence of the Junshan Society, the Junshan Society helped him a lot in secret, such as the war with Northern Qi, such as the secret influence on Dongyi City.
Just when did this thing change so much? The purpose of the Junshan Club has undergone a huge change in my own hands!
A trace of sadness flashed across the face of the eldest princess. She thought of Fan Xian who was far away in the south of the Yangtze River, the internal treasury, the Overwatch Council, and the emperor's suspicions and inclinations in the past two years... What am I
She closed her eyes, then opened them again, her eyes calmed down, and she thought with a smile, since the king forbids me, she must cherish herself, and it is not impossible to pay some price for this. What Mr. Yuan said is true He has his reasons.
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In the same mountain forest, apart from the faint smell of blood, there was no trace of a previous sniper killing. The level of the military's handling of the scene seemed to be no worse than that of the Overwatch Council.
All the people had already left, and Ding Han, who was left behind by Yan Xiaoyi's son to deal with the funeral, was the last to leave the forest.
Strangely, shortly after he left, he quietly turned back into the forest. Under a pile of mud, he found a broken arrow that he had intentionally concealed before, and carefully put it in his arms.
Then, he spit on his hands twice more, and began to dig the ground very hard. I don't know how long it took to dig, and finally dug to a very deep place, and dug out the burnt corpses that were out of shape. After confirming Sanshi's body, he pulled out the dagger from his boot, inserted it into the neck bone of the corpse, and chopped off Master Sanshi's head very carefully.
After refilling the soil, sprinkling leaves, spreading moss, and confirming that there is no problem at all, the man named Ding Han sighed contentedly, turned and left the forest.
He didn't need to enter Kyoto, because the place he was going to was already outside Kyoto.
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The back mountain of Chen Yuan, the back door, the wooden arch, and the old servant.
The old servant took a box and a package from him, Ding Han saluted silently, and started to return to the camp.
In a cold room, Chen Pingping sat in a wheelchair, looked at the scorched black head on the cloth with a smile, and asked, "You said... it was burnt like this, can your majesty recognize that idiot Sanshi? "
The old servant laughed and couldn't say anything, but he seemed a little happy when he saw the master, and he was also happy.
Chen Pingping took out the broken arrow from the box again, squinted her eyes and looked at it for a long time, then suddenly said in a shrill voice: "Sanshi is an idiot, do you think the eldest princess is also an idiot? Who is not good to use? Use Yan Xiaoyi's son , of course it is possible to tie Yan Xiaoyi tighter... but it is also easy to be exposed, isn't it?"
Obviously, the dean of the Overwatch Council is somewhat contemptuous of the conspiracy level of the younger generation.
He gently stroked the woolen blanket on his lap with his skinny hands, shook his head and said, "There are always some people in this world who think that there are some things that no one will ever know... For example, that shit is not Junshanhui."
The old servant said softly, "Do you want to enter the palace?"
"Um."
"Master Tisi seems to be a bit difficult to attack." The old servant is Chen Pingping's confidant butler for 20 years, and he knows most of the dean's thoughts, Xiaoyi reminded.
Chen Pingping fell into silence, and said after a while: "Fan Xian, it may be too early to do it... But let him do it, let him do what he thinks is right, as for the things he may not want to do, I will do it." Just do it."
There are many things that Chen Pingping will never tell Fan Xian, because he knows that Fan Xian's heart is far less hard and strong than his own. He pushed the wheelchair to the window, and the laughter of the beauties collected by the old man could be faintly heard in the distance.
He looked outside, thinking of someone Yuan who was always by the eldest princess's side, and couldn't help but smile innocently like a child: "Often things that the enemies don't want me to know, I actually know, but..."
A trace of self-mockery flashed in the old man's eyes, and he sighed and said, "Being a person who knows everything is actually not a happy thing sometimes."
The old servant gently pinched his shoulders, knowing that tomorrow the Master Dean will bring his head and broken arrow into the palace, and the Junshan Society will be revealed in front of His Majesty for the first time, and His Majesty will finally make up his mind.
And what the Dean needs is His Majesty's determination.
Chen Pingping lowered her head slowly, if something big happened and a few nobles in the palace were not killed, how could she let her go and die