Fang Jie pulled the rope downwards. The cliff was steep, but there were many cracks, weeds, and small trees. He held the rope with both hands and gradually slid down along these.
He accidentally stepped on a groove, and the rocks underneath were loose and immediately cracked. Although he was not empty-handed, he quickly slid down. Fang Jie didn't feel it when he came down. At this time, he only felt his heartbeat speeding up, his mouth was dry, and his hands were out of control. Sweating in cold sweat.
But at last he was brave enough to be an expert. Fang Jie slid down the rocks at a slow speed and only slid halfway. When he heard the rope twisted into clothes making a tearing sound, his hair stood up immediately.
"Damn it!" Fang Jie cursed and quickly accelerated his descent. At night, he could already look at the ground below. At this time, the rope broke and he fell down the cliff.
"My lord, my lord." The people above shouted loudly, with panic on their faces, and the rope broke.
Fang Jie fell and rolled when he was about to hit the ground. He recovered and stood up to look around. He saw that his body was in tatters and his clothes had fallen off. He had many scratches and burns. However, he only had a few meters left when he fell. His skills were strong and he was not injured at all.
"Hmph, how many martial arts skills can Pei Ziyun use after being hunted for several days? It's time for me to achieve this great skill, and I will be freed from official status and become an official!" Although Fang Jie was a little hurt, thinking about it at this time made his heart burn hot. Standing on the cliff, he shouted loudly: "I'm fine, just throw the torch down for me."
The yamen servant obeyed, picked up a torch, and threw it down. It fell to the ground without being extinguished. Fang Jie stepped forward, picked up the torch, and chased after it.
After tracking all the way, he turned around a jungle and saw a man standing in front of a stream washing his face. Under the firelight, his face was revealed. It was Pei Ziyun who he had been chasing all the way.
The place was quiet for a while, with only a thin layer of snow visible, and the stream flowing. Pei Ziyun touched the water droplets with his right hand, turned around, looked at the catcher and said, "These days, I also know your name, Fang Jie, you see Why don't you salute me?"
Pei Ziyun said calmly, Fang Jie couldn't help but shudder, was startled, and then laughed, with a ridiculous look on his face, and said coldly: "You have repeatedly killed officers and soldiers, and you also killed the life officer. You are a thief. If someone gets it and kills it, do you still want me to salute you?"
"Am I a thief? The emperor and the prince gave me a gift to my parents a few days ago. Did the court declare me guilty, or did the Ministry of Punishment issue an official document? If not, why did you take me?"
"There are no official documents from the court and the Ministry of Justice, and there is no academic administration to deprive me of my honors. You are just arresting the head, and you are still not polite when you see me?" Pei Ziyun glanced at me.
When Fang Jie heard this, he didn't know which nerve was touched. His face turned blue, and he smiled ferociously: "Why, it's just Lu Wang Lingyu. It's hard to hide in the world of three feet in life. You suffered a backlash and were hunted by us again. In a few days I'm exhausted after coming down. Can you escape? Just accept your death."
"Look, I've captured you and slapped you seven or eight times, and you're still so polite."
"Oh, it seems that you have a lot of opinions about scholars, but it's no wonder that no matter how great your achievements are, you will always be a low-ranking official all your life, while a scholar who has lived in poverty for ten years may be selected as a Jinshi, and he will immediately rise to the top and become a life official. !" Pei Ziyun showed a trace of ridicule.
These words touched the hidden hatred in his heart, and Fang Jie suddenly felt murderous: "Go to hell, you traitor!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Jie threw the torch at Pei Ziyun, and then rushed forward. With a long roar, Fang Jie's body and sword merged into one, and he struck with thunder.
Pei Ziyun's expression immediately changed slightly, he raised his sword, and with a cold snort, he faced the light of the sword.
"Zhengzhengzheng" was heard three times in a row, sparks flew, the sword light moved diagonally, the figure quickly passed, the sword light dispersed, Fang Jie took a few steps back and exclaimed: "How is this possible? You actually recovered, no, it's impossible !”
Pei Ziyun couldn't help but take a step back, with an abnormal flush on his face. It subsided in an instant, but he suppressed his sneer and said with a straight face: "Good sword skills, I underestimated the enemy just now."
"Who would have thought that a low-level head catcher could actually be a master of swordsmanship? No wonder you feel depressed, but you are really unlucky. You wanted to get promoted but you found the wrong person."
"There are pursuers behind me, I'm in poor health, and your martial arts are so strong that I really can't compete with you, so I'll send you on your way!"
When Pei Ziyun said this, he was actually a little shocked. He had been careless in killing Ji Shan without any effort. He didn't expect that this person was really capable. If he hadn't been a master, he might have suffered a lot due to his carelessness. But such a talent could Feeling wronged and being a head catcher...
Thinking about it, the sword light pierced it.
Fang Jie wanted to delay until backup came, but his heart suddenly froze, and the breath of life and death rushed towards him. He immediately dismissed the distracting thoughts, and rushed towards him with a strong sword light.
"Zheng Zheng Zheng" silhouettes of people intertwined, Fang Jie rushed out two feet, stood upright, and then suddenly fell down, blood gushed out from his right side, and his body twitched non-stop.
Before Fang Jie was dead, Pei Ziyun approached and said, "Yes, I have recovered. Next, I will kill you one by one."
"The court will not let you go..."
"Kuo Nao!" Pei Ziyun struck with his sword. Fang Jie shrank his eyes and felt a chill on his neck. Then the head flew out and blood spurted all over the ground. Then, he struck the corpse with several swords. Looking at the scars, Pei Ziyun Satisfied, he turned around and left, leaving only the corpse and the sound of the stream.
I don't know how long it took, but I heard a loud noise: "Hurry, hurry, this thief must be ahead. Let's chase him quickly. Mr. Fang has already caught up with him. There are marks along the way."
A policeman said, rushed through the branches, saw Fang Jie's body, and wailed: "Master Fang!"
There was a continuous sound of footsteps, but Fang Jie's body did not move. It was only covered with a white cloth. The eunuch stepped forward and lifted the white cloth, and a fishy smell hit his nose.
Eunuch Ding stretched out his hand and waved it, as if to fan away the fishy smell. On one side, the arrester came forward and said, "Eunuch, we have already checked. The arrester died from a sword attack. Judging from the wounds on his body, I am afraid that he has gone through the process." After fighting several times, he was killed by Pei Ziyun."
"After suffering the backlash, Pei Ziyun, who has been pursued for so long, couldn't catch him, and let him kill him. What a waste!" Eunuch Ding looked at the body coldly and blurted out angrily.
Eunuch Ding's words came out of his mouth. The official who was guarding him now looked a little angry, and the sadness of the rabbit and the fox emerged. Many people cursed in their hearts: "You are a castrate, who do you think you are?"
However, the eunuch didn't pay attention to the people around him. He was pacing and thinking, raising his eyebrows lightly. He always felt a little uneasy and seemed to have missed something.
The Taoist behind him hurriedly followed up: "Father, the mountain road is bumpy, I was late."
"Du Ji, cast a spell to find this person." When Eunuch Ding saw the Taoist coming, he raised his head and said in a sharp voice.
Du Ji wiped his sweat and responded quickly: "Yes, father-in-law, wait for me to use it."
After practicing the method for a long time, there was no change. There was no trace at all. Cold sweat flowed down: "How is it possible? There is no trace at all!"
"How's it going, Du Ji?" Eunuch Ding asked when he saw something was wrong.
"Father, please wait a moment." Du Ji said, his face a little pale.
"Oh, really? Our family will wait until you find it." Eunuch Ding said, staring at the Taoist in front of him, cold sweat dripping down his forehead, not daring to look at his father-in-law again, and kept chanting curses.
Still couldn't find it, just because my legs were weak, I knelt down and said, "Eunuch Ding, something big happened. We can chase for seven days with blood, but it's only been five days. I don't know why the spell failed. I can't find it no matter how I cast it. I'm afraid someone is secretly helping me." , or this person has died."
The Taoist priest's face was covered with sweat and he shirked his responsibility.
Eunuch Ding was furious when he heard this and screamed: "Trash, trash, everything is trash!"
Yingbeifu
The river outside the city has frozen, the sky is gray and gloomy, snow is falling in flakes, and half a foot of snow has accumulated on the streets. There is no business in this weather, every shop is closed, and at a glance, the streets are empty without a single pedestrian.
Tian Hong's face turned a little pale. Ji Dan died. Today, the seventh day, is the night of resurrection. At this time, he has to go to pay homage and see him for the last time.
Just coming out of the prison, he felt a little uneasy. The bullock cart passed through the empty streets and arrived at the entrance of an alley. Tian Hong suddenly felt a chill and jumped out of the cart in an instant and pulled out his knife.
"You're here. Those people are really useless. They chased you into the mountains. I didn't expect you to end up in the city." Tian Hong said loudly and looked around.
"You and Ji Dan are on the same page!" Pei Ziyun showed his identity: "When you are in the formation, you talk loudly and want to call someone."
"However, I just know how to do it. Don't look at the empty surroundings. The sound cannot escape and cannot be heard outside."
As he said that, Pei Ziyun looked around: "But it's a street after all. It's not good to meet idle people. Let's go with Ji Dan and Fang Jie!"
"Did you also kill Fang Jie?" Tian Hong's surprise was no small matter. He was an insider, so he naturally knew that Fang Jie was almost invincible in the house with his sword skills, suppressing both black and white.
It's just that he is a head catcher. According to the rules, unless there are special circumstances, he will not be promoted in his life. With Ji Dan's secret suppression, he can maintain a balance.
Now, even Fang Jie was dead. When Tian Hong saw Pei Ziyun advancing with his sword, he knew that he would be unjust and suddenly roared: "Kill, kill him!"
The two jailers were also fierce. They suddenly pulled out their knives, and there was an evil look on their faces: "With the long knives in hand, I am invincible!"
With that said, there was a roar, and the three swords joined together to kill.
"Zheng!" There was a sound, blood spurted out from Fang Yuan, and the fishy smell hit his nostrils. The two jailers rushed out a few meters and fell to the ground. They still held the knife tightly in their hands and twitched on the ground. A large amount of blood gushed out like a spring, staining the bluestone red. .
Pei Ziyun reappeared and stared coldly. In addition to the jailer, Tian Hong was hit by a sword. His intestines flowed out in his chest and abdomen, and he was gasping for breath on the ground.
"Is it painful? I heard that you like to torture prisoners, especially skinning them. I don't have your hobby, so I will send you on your way!" Pei Ziyun shook his head and sighed, and stepped forward.
"Please slow down, Mr. Jie Yuang." At this time, he heard a cry. A young man stepped forward and stopped in the middle of the road. He looked at Pei Ziyun and cupped his hands: "I have heard about Mr. Jie Yuang's reputation for a long time. I don't know why Mr. Xie Yuang killed people in the street today. Kill court officials?"
"What's going on? Has anyone come in?" Pei Ziyun was surprised at first. Because there were few people on this snowy day, he chose this remote alley and cast Taoism. This Taoism can make pedestrians within a few feet feel... If you feel uncomfortable, you can naturally take a detour.
Now there are people breaking in.
Looking at it at this time, I saw that the young master was not young anymore, he looked to be in his twenties. However, just by standing there, he was handsome and calm, and his posture was just like the wind and jade trees. It made people forget the ordinary at first sight. Pei Ziyun asked: " Who are you?"
(End of chapter)