Ye Feng whimpered, Yang Heng's body was burning on the ground, and floating lights and shadows appeared in the room. The wine was still flowing slowly in the broken wine jar, the hand that had just extinguished the flame was shaking slowly in the dark, and the eyes of the two met in the air. Cold yet sharp, it has not changed from start to finish.
"Sometimes, it's like this..." The scholar paused, "one wrong step and you're dead."
The second half of the sentence is what he just said, Yang Yi looked around, the eldest son who was dying but was still held hostage, the family member who had no news, the brother who just died. He has tied up dozens of such meat tickets, and he has never encountered such a thing, a weak scholar, a weak scholar... His eyes are not a weak scholar at all, and he has never seen that kind of murder in the eyes of the most self-proclaimed murderer. The eyes that were extremely decisive, the trembling hand mixed with that gaze, this person was not only ruthless to the enemy, but even to himself at this time.
It was as if he had tied a little white rabbit back home without realizing it. There was only a gap, and the little white rabbit showed its fangs. Before he could react at all, he threw the His home was completely ravaged, and when he turned around, he could only see the pool of blood all over the floor and the little white rabbit's blood-red eyes.
He gritted his teeth: "Erlang—" The voice that came out resounded throughout the window house and echoed in the night sky, but there was no echo. After a while, he shouted again: "Damn—" The voice passed through, but there was no echo. In response, he smiled with red eyes, and shouted out the last name: "Dalang—" He let go of the crossbow in his hand, and looked fiercely at the steel knife on the ground by Yang Heng.
"I chopped you up..."
Gritting his teeth, he was about to walk towards the steel knife. At this time, he saw the steel drill slowly leaving his son's throat, losing the fixation of the hand, and his son's body. He staggered and swayed, perhaps because of his violent shout, and his son's consciousness seemed to be slightly sober. In the field of vision, the scholar untied the rope, waved his hand in the air, and let go of the rope.
In an instant, the spirit rose to its peak.
The scholar took a step back, and suddenly kicked his son's back with all his strength.
The light of the fire flickered, and his son stomped over to this side. On the other side of the field of vision, the scholar waved his hand, and the iron drill was raised in the air.
"ah-"
"what-"
In the shouting, the scholar used all his strength and threw the iron drill out. Yang Yi also suddenly exerted his strength and rushed forward, pulling Dalang aside, the iron drill flying in his hand. Bringing out a puddle of blood, the scholar's figure approached in a blink of an eye, waving a wine jar in his hand!
boom-
Yang Yi didn't dodge and knocked the scholar out. The wine jar was smashed firmly on his head. He wiped off the wine with a brush. The scholar was knocked against a cabinet a few meters away, and he vomited blood. At this time, he only had killing intent in his heart, without the slightest hesitation, he slammed forward and threw a punch.
The scholar's right hand leaned behind him.
"One wrong step and you're dead..."
With a bang, Yang Yi probably hesitated for a moment and threw his fist in the empty space. A smug smile flashed in the scholar's eyes, and he almost desperately bowed, then ran to the side. is the direction of the door. Where would Yang Yi let him run away at this time, he waved a cabinet and smashed it. The cabinet fell apart on the door, and the scholar also staggered a few steps and turned his direction. The steel knife on the ground was only a few steps away from him.
The wine jar roared and slammed into the burning Yang Heng's body. The fire was poured into the wine and suddenly darkened. The scholar also rolled forward because of a piece of debris, and Yang Yi rushed forward. , in the blink of an eye, he had already crossed the distance of half a room. The scholar was also tenacious. He climbed up hard and grabbed an empty wine jar behind him and smashed it. Yang Yi avoided it, shortened the distance, and grabbed the opponent's chest with his left hand. His right hand waved backwards.
In a panic, the scholar grabbed the other empty wine jar at the back, but this time he didn't catch the edge, so he grabbed it a second time! The fist wind is howling!
"I shred-"
puff-
His body swayed for a moment, his fist slammed into the opponent's shoulder, and he knocked the scholar to the ground behind him, falling more than a meter away.
"… you."
The original angry voice suddenly turned low, and continued in the room, shaking a few times to find a home...
The figure was fixed there. After a few seconds, Yang Yi's body moved, and he staggered two steps back, his eyes were a little blank. He looked at the scholar on the ground in front of him, and turned his head again, as if he wanted to focus his eyes. son to the ground. On the top of the big man's head, the angular pig iron scales smashed his Tianling cover, and now it is embedded in it like that. The blood poured out from the head, and began to slide down the ears and forehead, rushing over every inch of hair and ears, spreading to the in the neck...
The scholar staggered a few times before he grabbed the cabinet next to him with his right hand and got up.
The wine jar did not threaten Yang Yi, who was now furious, and there was no empty wine jar. The hint that he poked behind his back had already made him angry. If you don't hit this time, you may be the one who will die, but when you meet on a narrow road, there is only so much you can do under the disadvantage, and you have no more choices...
Yang Yi was still standing staggeringly, Ning Yi took a deep breath, felt the pain reflected, and walked to Yang Heng's corpse coldly, picked up the steel knife, and met Yang Yi's gaze. In the middle, a slash fell on the neck of Dalang who fell to the ground, and then a backhand slashed Yang Yi's head and face.
Blood spurted out.
"You should have killed me immediately..."
After he said this in a low voice, the second and third slashes slashed out forcefully and continuously. Finally, Yang Yi's body fell to the ground. He made a few more slashes on the body of the person in the room before he stumbled. She stepped back and leaned against the wall, her body trembling and weak, "Ha..."
Fear and tension can come unreservedly at this time. He has died once, but it does not mean that he can accept dying again at any time. Fear, panic, and tension are still there after all. Even in the last life, there were not many cases of encountering this kind of narrow road and seeing blood. The calculation and the like were just doing human affairs. Fortunately, I have finally come to this hurdle, so that I can have a little time, and I am grateful for the lingering fear...
He walked in the pool of blood in the house, then picked up a wine jar and smashed it on Yang Heng's body, the wine extinguished the flame, and then another jar. The light in the room gradually went out...
The light came on again, the light of the oil lamp was like a bean, the corpse, the blood, and the messy house. The figure was sitting under the light, next to a lot of bruises and wound medicines. He bit the end of the bandage with his teeth, and his right hand. He grabbed the other end and pulled hard, wrapping his left hand.
Unfortunately, there is no time to ask who is behind the other party.
In such a situation, it is impossible to cover everything. He suppressed everything in his heart with calmness, and the goal of what he did was originally only to kill the opponent as the limit. run away. Later, the ferocity of the brothers was beyond his expectations. Even when he was holding hostages, he continued to show strong aggression, making it impossible for him to use the hostages as a threat to further inquire about the situation.
Threats with clues are easy to deal with, but this time there is really no clue at all. There is someone staring at him from behind, but he doesn't know who that person is. What he can't tolerate the most is such a situation.
The pain in his arms, shoulders, and chest was still coming. He took a sip of wine, stood up and looked around the whole house again, then picked up the crossbow and put it on the table, and pushed the door out. This is a house on a desolate riverbed. The water below does not seem to be deep. A simple wooden walkway leads to the road to the shore. There are trees on the shore, and a low mountain in the distance. The morning star shines in the sky.
Ning Yi stood there, looking at the distant mountains, near the water, the woods in front and the boathouse in the back, thinking for a while.
Then he turned back.
The door closed and the light dimmed again.
Zi Shi... How long is it until Zi Shi...
The time of the Hai was approaching, and a farewell banquet at the inn outside the city gate came to an end. Gu Yanzhen said goodbye to a group of friends, and then went to a nearby small village with his entourage Lao Liu.
This time he went to Raozhou with a few entourages. Among the several confidants, only the sixth child knew the most.
He went to Zhuangzi to check what he was going to bring on the road. There were three carriages in total. The middle one, he checked a little, and after opening the curtains, there was a big cage inside, which looked like it could be used to close prisoner.
After a brief glance, he nodded indifferently.
"First stay in the house near Xinlinpu for a month, then leave for Raozhou, and then treat her as crazy and die, and leave her alone."
Then he went to check the things to be used and the gifts to be sent to Leping. Although he had just left, most of his thoughts were already on Leping and future plans.
As for what has already been decided, no need to think about it, it is already a trivial matter.
"Let's go, it's almost time, go and see if the Yang brothers have done it."
"I think it's all right. The two brothers have never missed a hand before."
"Anything, if you see it with your own eyes, you can say success."
Gu Yanzhen shook her head: "I don't do things that I take for granted."
Although he said that, there is actually no worrying factor in his heart. It is just his habit to confirm things. After confirming, he can consider starting with Yunzhu. If he loses his hand here and grabs Yunzhu himself, he will only lose face. He can't stand that kind of ridicule, just like the slap in the face on the street. As for the next step, everything is a sure thing. Any scholar or romantic talent will look the same under the blade of a knife. Show it to the woman, and then she will no longer show any pity to the woman. After a month... this The matter is completely over, go to Leping by yourself, cut off the demons, and leave no worries.
Along the way, I discussed with Lao Liu about Leping, who to give gifts to, how much to give, and what to do to win the hearts of the people. Lao Liu walked in front with a torch, and when he approached the hill, he stopped and it seemed that there were also torches on the hill. He circled left and right three times, and the side responded, and then the torch on the hill gestured toward the back.
Gu Yanzhen looked at all this. He had been here once before, and he was very familiar with it. He had a lot of things to think about. At this time, he just lowered his head and pondered, wiring, and thinking about his plans for a year and a few years later. Maybe next time he went to Li Xiangye's house. The connection is relatively good. After all, Li Xiangye is a military attache. If he wants to join the army, he should not refuse. Of course, he must have a dazzling political record in office. On Leping's side, he already has a comprehensive plan. During his three years in office, he will have the opportunity to double the livelihood of the people. This matter should be drastic and enterprising. After three years, the friction and war between Liaojin and Dawu will probably be Will rise to the highest - impossible to have results in three years - this is when the hero builds his career.
It's a pity, if I could have made it three years earlier, if I had made achievements at this time, and caught up with the beginning of the war, maybe this year or next year, it would be better. However, there is nothing to complain about these things. The timing is a little worse, but it is just a little more effort... I spent three years in various ways in Tokyo, and I wasted time. .
Passing through the forest path, past the bamboo forest by the river, the lights in the house on the water in front are dimly lit, Lao Liu walked in front, and he followed behind with his head down. To be honest, he was still a little unnatural when facing the pair of brothers, and thinking about other things at this time can make him look more calm. The wind whimpered past, and the river murmured. As he approached the door, something raised to the highest point, but he tried to ignore it, and the smell of alcohol came from inside: this group of people might be drinking, as you can imagine.
Lao Liu pushed open the open door, there was a "bang" inside, and then ping, bang, hiss, the lights went out, and he couldn't figure out what the reaction was.
The next moment, there was a loud bang, and the door panel suddenly shattered not far in front of me. A beam of wood roared from inside, slamming directly into the door of Lao Liu, and then swung back again. The roof collapsed right in front of him, and in the huge shaking, the beam pulled the roof and sank.
Lao Liu fell into the not-deep river next to him. Several arrows inserted upside down in the river bed pierced out of his chest. The thick blood rippling with the flow of the river was diluted, and he was still by his side a moment ago. The living guard has turned into a corpse.
A smashed door slat splashed in his face and fell into the river. All thoughts stopped abruptly, Gu Yanzhen stood there, dumbfounded, for a while.
The night wind roared past, and under the starlight, I was alone in front of the houseboat, unable to find a home...