fake prince

Chapter 3 Night Thorn

Outside the shrine, the night wind howled, as if a wild wolf was howling.

"Tsk, it's possible to encounter wolves in such a ruined place, but has there ever been a shrine here?" Although he knew that there were unlikely to be wolves, the thin man couldn't help worrying, stretching his neck and looking out: "Why don't I think Yes? Could it be that I remembered wrongly?"

As he was speaking, he saw a black shadow flashing outside, and immediately exclaimed: "Second Brother Yan, there is someone!"

"Huh?" Second Brother Yan was also surprised. If someone heard what he said just now, he might cause trouble. Just as he was about to throw down the bone in his hand and go out to investigate, he heard the sound of a stray cat outside. .

"Look at you! You were so scared by a wild cat!" Second Brother Yan immediately relaxed, spat, and scolded the skinny man.

The thin man was also a little embarrassed: "I... Didn't I hear it wrong?"

After a while, the thin man couldn't help standing up again. Seeing Second Brother Yan glaring at him, he said awkwardly, "Well... I'll go outside and relieve myself."

The second brother Yan frowned: "Go, get away, I'm eating meat, don't let me smell it!"

I muttered in my heart: Why does this kid have so many things?

The thin man was also in a bad mood, and went out, thinking: "What's the big deal, they are all people who follow Brother Zhang, I'm afraid you won't succeed?"

He also accelerated the speed with his hands, untied his belt, and didn't intend to go too far, and at a little farther away, he put water on the wall.

In February, the cold wind penetrated the cracks in the human bones, and the skinny man hurriedly put out the water and was about to pull up his trousers and tie his belt. In the dark sky, the moon suddenly poured a piece of light through the gaps in the clouds. On this wall, two shadows appeared.

"Ah, this is..."

Before he could turn around in shock, a burst of severe pain came slowly from his chest along with the chills in his heart.

Looking down, he saw a sharp iron point, dripping with blood, this... is this his own blood?Are you going to die here?

As the iron thorn was pulled out, unwillingness and resentment let out a muffled cry before falling silently.

"This thin man is easy to deal with, there is only one left." Su Ziji dragged the dead body and threw it to the corner, looking towards the door of the shrine.

He didn't try to hide his footsteps, and walked over with the iron spikes in his hands.

Brother Yan didn't even raise his head, thinking that the skinny man was outside, and he didn't come in, so he immediately shouted: "Fenghan, hurry up and close the door!"

Then there were dissatisfied cursing, showing that of the two, the thin man was the oppressed one.

Su Ziji didn't make a sound, and went in directly with the iron spike.

"There is a lot of excrement and urine on the lazy donkey. If you are like this, if you are not lucky, how could Brother Zhang let you follow, you deserve to be cowardly and starve to death..." Second Brother Yan said with a frown, suddenly feeling a little strange.

This kid usually defends and flatters, why is there no movement at all now?

Only then did he raise his head, only to see sharp iron thorns poking towards his chest brightly.

"Ah!" The second brother Yan was startled, turned over quickly and hid, but there were a lot of things piled up on the ground, including some gravel and wood. Although he reacted in time, he hadn't completely dodged. On one side, the severe pain caused Second Brother Yan to scream.

Pulling out the murder weapon, a cloud of blood sprayed out.

"You, who are you?" Second Brother Yan saw a young man standing in front of him by the light of the fire. He was far less burly than himself in terms of stature. The hand holding the murder weapon was trembling slightly, thinking that he had guessed the truth.

Approaching now, he cursed fiercely: "I've been robbed and hit me, do you know who I am? I'm Boss Zhang's subordinate, you... ah!"

Su Ziji didn't talk at all, just looked at Second Brother Yan, seeing him approaching slowly, and when he was about to grab his weapon violently, he swooped down and stabbed.

"Pfft..." The iron spike pierced again, this time it penetrated from the chest and came out from behind.

Second brother Yan opened his eyes wide, he didn't want to believe that he died at the hands of a young man, he stared at the young man with a feeling of reluctance to die.

In the previous life, he had injured someone, but it was the first time to kill someone. He didn't feel it when he killed the first person. Now that he killed the second brother Yan, Su Ziji felt a little scared, his palms were sweating, and his back was wet. Thoroughly.

A gust of wind blew through the shrine, as if someone was wailing unwillingly.

Su Ziji closed his eyes: "How can there be ghosts and gods in this world? Even if there are, I'm just an eye for an eye. If I don't kill them, they will kill me."

Recite silently like this, when you open your eyes, you have no fear.

"Although this place is remote, the dead bodies cannot be left alone."

"I just heard that these ruffians have lives in their hands, and they are all sinking ponds. It can be seen that this method is feasible. It is better to let the corpses sink into the river."

Thinking of this, Su Ziji was about to drag the corpse away, and then stopped his movements: "Check if there is any money on him, everyone is killed, and the money will not go away."

After a search, I found a piece of silver cake, weighing five taels, and scattered silver and copper coins, probably two or three taels.

"It's a surprise, this is what the Taoist priest of Tongshan Temple paid? Why is there only five taels?" Su Ziji understood in a blink of an eye: "The Taoist priest of Tongshan Temple pays ten taels, and Boss Zhang takes half. It's only right and proper."

Putting the money into his arms, Su Ziji put the two dead bodies on an old wooden board, without even cleaning up the blood, dragged the board, and pulled it directly to the river bank, tied a stone, and with two plops, the two corpses were thrown away Go in, and it sinks in a blink of an eye.

"The snow is still falling, and the traces are quickly covered up. Besides, even if they are discovered, there will be no proof."

"Such a person is a gray area, and he has a life in his hands. Even if the person is gone, he will not dare to report to the government. Of course, there must be revenge."

"But there is a time difference. After all, getting fame is the biggest guarantee at present."

It was snowing heavily, and Su Ziji was covered with sweat. If he went out, he would easily become wind-cold. In ancient times, this was a very dangerous disease. Now, when turning around the shrine, he killed two people, but the bonfire was crackling, and the boiled food was hung on the shelf. The meat still exudes a mouth-watering aroma.

Su Ziji didn't move, just put on a pose, closed his eyes to calm the discomfort of killing just now, and recalled the scene just now.

"The first assassination was not bad, but the second time was actually a bit messy, so I gave the second person a chance. Sure enough, killing someone is completely different from never killing anyone."

"It's not a question of skills, but of mentality and experience."

"Especially with experience, if the thorn deviates by a fraction of a cent, there will be a completely different result."

The time was short just now, Su Ziji thought about it, adjusted the angle a little, and suddenly, a feeling of handiness hit him.

"Su-style boxing level 3 (58/2000)" A prompt popped up on the iron spike, which startled Su Ziji, and he realized it after a while.

"Upgraded?" Su Ziji looked at it carefully. For some reason, he always felt that it seemed to be a little brighter, but he couldn't tell the difference clearly.

"No matter what, eat meat first."

At this time, I took a look and saw that there was a veil hanging down from the shrine in the main hall. It was a goddess, and there were some shrimp soldiers and crab generals guarding it nearby. This should be the water god, right?

The altar was empty, not to mention the offerings, even the incense burner contained some old incense ash, it was obvious that no one had come to offer offerings for a long time.

Su Ziji couldn't help shaking his head at such a scene, and bowed to the goddess in the shrine: "After all, I borrowed the land of this water god to rest, even if there are no ghosts and gods, I should do my part. It’s a thank you from the guest to the host.”

Thinking in this way, Su Ziji picked up the incense, lit it with a torch, burned three sticks of incense, thought for a while, then took out a cold steamed bun from the oil paper bag in his arms, and offered it on the table... This was out of sympathy .

Of course, if the gods don't eat steamed buns, it's good if a child who can't eat eats them.

"The skeleton is the remains of the ancestors. The tomb is not safe now. It will not be too late to bury it after the matter is resolved." The outside became more and more gloomy. Su Ziji wrapped the skeleton in a cloth, arrived at the side of the campfire, ate the meat, and borrowed Huoguang, took out the book and read.

To be honest, outsiders will be shocked when they read this kind of killing book. In fact, Su Ziji also felt that his personality was a bit special, so after he injured someone in his previous life, someone persuaded him: "Your personality and martial arts are easy to cause accidents. , it’s better to be a civil servant—it’s easy for people to practice in the public school.”

Su Ziji thought it was reasonable, so in a year, he reviewed his homework and passed the exam in one fell swoop. Unfortunately, he failed the interview after passing the interview.

Now that a problem has been solved, and a hidden danger has been buried, Su Ziji has to use the Gongmen to practice—but reading is not just a temporary cramming, but a purpose.

"Therefore, a gentleman is harmonious and does not flow. It is strong to be correct. Neutral and not leaning, it is strong to be correct. If a country has the way, it will not be blocked. It is strong to be correct. If the country has no way, it will not change until death; it is strong to be correct."

After reading a chapter, [Experience + 1] a line of words floated up on the book and disappeared in an instant. Su Ziji continued to read aloud calmly.

"Fa Ke, Fake, it is not far away. Holding a Ke to cut a Ke, looking at it, still thinks it is far away. Therefore, a gentleman governs others, and changes only. Loyalty and forgiveness are not far. Don't do it to people."

Another [Experience +1] line floated up on the book.

"it is as expected!"

According to the test, experience is actually to increase one's understanding. Every time you read a chapter, you will have a little compulsive experience. Even if you continue like this, you may not be able to accumulate much experience for half a night. up.

My Four Books and Five Classics are only level 3. According to the mentality of understanding, the more I understand, the more experience I have, and the better the teaching materials, the same.

But the problem of teaching materials, in this era, good teaching materials are the secret collections of each family, without any friendship, it is impossible to copy them by hand, let alone printing is popularized.

Some people who are short of money will produce some contemporary essays, but these essays not only have no punctuation in traditional characters, complex sentence patterns and semantics, but also many twists and turns in the content. Even if there is true meaning in it, it is the same as gold hidden in gravel.

Moreover, the author himself has the footsteps of schools. Lacking the knowledge of these schools, the threshold for advancement is too high for later scholars. This is a common method used by the gentry class, which is brutal and effective, and Su Ziji has no room to resist it.

What is clear is that if he fails to quickly acquire knowledge to form a system and fail this exam, not only will the scourge of murder erupt, but also after the death of his father, he will suffer from hunger and fear of being precarious. The complicated taste of being funded by the girl next door, my childhood sweetheart, still lingers in my heart.

After waking up, a mature heart can control all this, but also knows that blindly suppressing it is not the answer.

Blocking is worse than sparseness, and the idea must be clear!

Isn't it the imperial examination?

Let's see how difficult this ancient ladder is!

At least with this cheat, every time I read it, I will automatically understand a little bit, if I can't do it once, I will read it thousands of times, who can stop me?

Will be able to pass the examination of scholars and raise people!

The fire swayed slightly in the temple, which was caused by the cold wind blowing through the cracks in the windows and doors. Even if he could warm himself up by the fire, Su Ziji still had to rub his hands and move around from time to time, otherwise it would still be very cold.

Just after the activity, I sat down again holding a scroll and chanting, a group of carriages slowly approached on the road.

(End of this chapter)