palm river mountain

chapter 17
Duan Yi reluctantly glanced at the steaming tub of soaking feet, "No wonder the old god is bald, Shushu is not as diligent as him."

As she said, she quickly got up and put on her shoes and socks, and walked towards the door. When she reached the end, she stretched out her hand and pulled down a short bow from the wall.

Duan Yi nodded at Zhiqiao, leaped onto the courtyard wall, and the two of them rushed westward together.

Zhilu, who was squatting in front of the foot bath bucket, looked at the backs of the two and shook his head.

Zhiqiao was a dying person picked up by the girl on the road three years ago, half of her legs were put into the coffin, the girl insisted on carrying her back and stuffed her into the Baoxing Hall, praying that there would be a match for the doctor rule.

Unexpectedly, her life was so hard that she survived.After that, she changed her name and stayed with Duan Yi as a maidservant.

Originally, I thought that with one more person, it would be a bit more lively.

But... Zhilu shook her head again, and picked up the foot bath bucket. The excitement was lively, but she had to go to the trouble of talking about three people alone. Before, she only had to talk about two people!

The night was getting deeper and deeper.

The long fire dragon now only has a sparse tail left.After leaving Qingyun Lane, the further we went west, the surrounding area became quieter and quieter.

After walking for a while, Duan Yi stopped suddenly. She sniffed, her expression turned serious, and she dodged and hid in the bushes by the roadside.Zhiqiao, who was following her, did not speak, but clung to her like a shadow.

The strong smell of blood hits the face, making people sick.Duan Yi held her breath and looked towards a small alley ahead.The doors on both sides of the alley were tightly closed, and at the entrance of the alley, there was a person lying down.

Half of his body was hidden in the shadow of the alley, and the other half was exposed outside. The hairband with the twelve o'clock embroidered pattern tied on his bald head was already stained with blood.

The old enemy Chu Guangyi, who was talking about the difficulty of the road to Shu, is now lying in a pool of blood, breathing in but not breathing out.

"Old Dog, where are the things?" A group of masked men in black surrounded him, and the leader lifted up the lapel of the old magic stick, as if lifting a piece of rag, and lifted him up.

Chu Guangyi shook his hand, but did not speak.

Duan Yi moved her hand, took a bow and shot an arrow, and shot it between the leader's eyebrows.

The arrow almost became an afterimage.

With a whoosh, the leading man in black fell down, and the alley exploded instantly.

The old magic stick suddenly lost its pulling power, and fell straight down, with his bald head falling to the ground, spattered with blood.

Duan Yi looked at it, a little embarrassed, could it be that the old magic stick was not stabbed to death by the man in black, but by her arrow, which caused his head to be smashed to death?

The crowd in black had no leader, and suddenly panicked, "Who?"

Duan Yi suppressed her throat, "Your Highness will stay here, and they will come when the subordinates meet."

Your Highness?The men in black looked at each other, and one of them picked up the leader's body and disappeared with a whoosh.

Duan Yi pricked up her ears. Seeing that they had really gone far away, she jumped out and walked towards the alley. The closer she got, the stronger the smell of blood became. Chu Guangyi's face full of old wrinkles , came into view immediately.

Duan Yi looked at it, a little bit embarrassed, she sighed softly, squatted down, and checked the wound of the old magic stick.

"There's a big hole in your chest, and it's Da Luo Jinxian who will not be able to save you."

As Duan Yi said, she took out a half stick of incense from her sleeve pocket and stuck it above the old stick's head, "Can you see it? If you have any last words, hurry up and say it. When the half stick of incense burns out, you will die." gone."

"Don't say half of the murderer's name. You will die with regret. Of course, I won't avenge you if you say so."

Chu Guangyi, who was still like a corpse before, slowly opened his eyes after hearing this, coughed weakly, and looked at Duan Yi.

"If the one who killed me was the third prince, he would think that the one who saved me was the fifth prince. Conversely, the one who killed me was the fifth prince, and the one who saved me was the third prince. If neither, then he would doubt whether it was the third prince or the fifth prince." Prince."

"You have never met the two Highnesses, why bother to deceive them?"

Duan Yi took out a fire pocket, lit the half of incense, and rolled her eyes at the old magic stick, "A person who can't even cheat a five-year-old child, what right does he have to say about me?"

With a word from the old god stick, Duan Yi lived in the grave for eleven years.

Chu Guangyi smiled feebly, "I never thought that you would be the last person I saw before I died."

Duan Yi looked at the big hole in his chest, "Why did you come to Jiannan Road? You raise leeks all over the capital, and you can cut them if you want, so why bother to come to this barren land. You and my grandfather have a big plan, don't you? "

"Why should I tell you? Even though my teacher with the same surname as Qi came from the same sect, those from our sect are all enemies!"

Duan Yi was not annoyed when she heard this, and took out from her sleeve pocket the piece of paper money that Duan Wenchang had stuck to the corner of her skirt before, and lit it beside her.

"If you don't want to say it, don't say it. I will touch the corpse after you die, but it will be a little earlier and a little later. I thought you were my uncle, and I would collect your corpse; since I am an enemy, That's all."

Chu Guangyi was taken aback, his eyes widened with effort, and his breathing became short of breath.

"You, you, you..." He raised his hand, before pointing to Duan Yi's face, he lowered it, his eyes began to slacken.

"Fat hair headband... dead... after death... together with master... like... you really look like..."

Chu Guangyi spoke intermittently, his eyes closed, and he lost his breath.

A gust of wind blew by, and the standing half stick of incense was instantly extinguished.

Duan Yi sighed, and took off the blood-stained hairband tied on the head of the old god stick.

"I have a bald head, and I also wear a headband like others. I will live longer in my next life, so that you will die before I avenge my hatred. I said it earlier. If there is something important to say in advance, I have to be like the person in the storybook. Kill me!" Mine is... ah..."

like... like what?
At the last moment, did you feel that my aunt was like a living Bodhisattva reborn?

Duan Yi thought, stuffing the hair tie into her sleeve pocket indiscriminately.

At this time, Zhiqiao, who was on the side, carried Chu Guangyi's body on his shoulders like a sack, "Girl, do you want to send it to Mr. Qi?"

Duan Yi looked at the blood-red ground in the alley, and hummed lightly.

Zhiqiao's figure flashed and disappeared in an instant.

Duan Yi stood quietly for a while, seeing that the paper money had been completely extinguished, she just walked over, pulled up the incense stick, and crushed the ashes of the paper money,
The wind ruffled her hair.

"In my life, appointment is a bit unlucky. I'm dead again," Duan Yi said softly in a voice that only she could hear, then stomped her feet and disappeared into the alley.

(End of this chapter)