palm river mountain

Chapter 270 The Last Secret

There was the sound of charging everywhere, arrows flying across the sky, one after another Duan's army rushed towards the tower.

The long climbing ladder in his hand is as shocking as the big ship full of gongs and scarecrows.

The surroundings were extremely noisy, but Tian Chuying felt that time seemed to have stopped around him. He turned his head and looked at the tower. Gu Yu, who was holding a mace, had disappeared without knowing when.

A man dressed like a servant with red eyes held a small flag in his hand and waved it at Tian Chuying.

"I'm very puzzled. If you want to die, hang yourself and throw yourself into the river... Just your head, without thinking, can come up with [-] ways to die. Why don't you die?"

Listening to Duan Yi's words, Tian Chuying smiled lightly, and the long sword slowed down a bit.

He didn't speak, but inadvertently showed his wrist.

Duan Yi looked at it and frowned. The wrist was covered with scars, old and new scars all over.

After his mother died, his father also asked him such a question, since the wicked one wanted to die, why didn't he die?
The Tian family wholeheartedly wanted to get rid of the merchants and seek wealth and wealth. For a person like him, even if the ashes from the bottom of the pot were stained on the tender white tofu, even if a piece was gouged out, it would be thrown away.

"You go to Jiannan, and everything is under your master's orders." The young Tian Chuying turned her head and looked at the person in front of her with a little confusion.

This man has been at Tian's house since he could remember.

Although he is a stranger in the world, he has an extraordinary status in the family. The lady of the Tian family was sent to the palace by his own way.

"Your father and mother are incompetent, but they gave birth to two good sons. Chu Feng has a good foundation, but his fate is not good. You should understand that from the day I accepted you as a disciple, you were the one who chose you to be born, Chu Feng Feng is dead."

Tian Chuying still remembered that it was a snowy day.

It was rare for Xiangyang to freeze, and the heavy snow fell, as if half of the entire city was frozen.

The howling north wind made his face hurt. He stood in the yard of his eldest brother and looked inside quietly.

Even standing at the door, the warm breath coming out of the crack of the door made him sweat a little. He took off the squirrel fur hat on his head, while his mother hugged his elder brother and was singing softly to him. in a minor tune.

The voice was soft and soft, like snowflakes falling on the ground, and it was even more beautiful than the singers in the Hanjiang River Boat at night.

Just as he was thinking, he felt someone approaching behind him, and turned around abruptly.

The man was taken aback, looked at him thoughtfully, put his hand on his shoulder, and accepted him as his apprentice.

"Even if you are in Jiannan, I will always watch you," the man said flatly, "Don't think about dying, you are born to kill, but you don't have the guts to kill yourself."

"Take this box to Jiannan, and hide it behind the plaque of the Qingyun Academy of the Duan family. Your uncle will go to pick it up when he returns to Jiannan."

Looking back on the past, Tian Chuying felt a little dazed.

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his chest, and Duan Yi's spear had pierced his chest.

He lowered his head to have a look, red blood flowed out, and the long spear was icy cold, as if it froze his whole body.

"I'm just so kind. None of the Bodhisattvas in the temple will respond to my requests. If you want to die so much, then go die."

Duan Yi drew her spear and looked at Tian Chuying.

He is very pitiful, but the people he innocently killed are even more pitiful.

Tian Chuying swayed and covered his bleeding chest. He took a step forward and chuckled softly.

"very nice."

Tian Chuying said, glanced at the tower again, and said, "Be careful with my master. You don't look like my uncle at all. Behind the plaque in Qingyun Academy, there is a medicine that my master gave to my uncle."

Tian Chuying's figure flickered, and she fell to the ground.

He didn't struggle, just laying on his back like that. It has rarely rained in Xiangyang recently, and white clouds are floating in the sky. If one ignores the Shura field surrounded by battles, it will really be a refreshing day.

He slowly closed his eyes, and whispered softly, "The female assassin you killed is Gu Yu's sister."

Duan Yi was taken aback, and poked Tian Chuying with a spear.

"What are you talking about? I don't have any mind-reading skills. My aunt didn't hear any of the tragic past and conspiracy in your head!"

If it's in the storybook, it's definitely the protagonist's most annoying narration.

A secret that both the author and the readers know, but she doesn't know it, it's simply hateful.

Tian Chuying did not move at all, as if she was asleep.

Duan Yi bent down and stretched out her hand, only to find that Tian Chuying was no longer breathing.

She was a little surprised, "This is death! It's not that you die so easily, why can't you die for so many years!"

She didn't allow her to think too much, seeing Tian Chuying was dead, and the long silk of Fu Wuniang's begonia red flying over there seemed to be crazy, Duan Yi looked over calmly, took out her sleeve pocket, and found that her hands were bare went up to welcome.

Fu Wuniang looked at Tian Chuying's body, her heart was about to burst, "Qilang!"

Seeing Duan Yi stretching out his hand to catch the silk like a fool, he attacked like crazy.

But before rushing a few steps, she suddenly jumped on the spot, and quickly threw the red silk to the ground.

Duan Yi is not empty-handed, she is holding a fire bag!
"you!"

Duan Yi shook her head at Fu Wuniang, "Where's your blood? The sun is a little bright today, and I'm short of a shade!"

Fu Wuniang heard the blood surge, and the blood drop opened like an umbrella and flew towards Duan Yi.

"So obedient! Knowing that I think the bamboo hat is too small, I even turned the blood drop into an umbrella! Dogs are not as caring as you!"

Fu Wuniang listened to Duan Yi's words, and then looked at Tian Chuying's body. She parted the crowd and was about to squeeze over, but she didn't take a few steps when she saw a long sword coming diagonally and pierced through it. her throat.

Duan Yi kept the spear in his hand, and repelled the Xiangyang army who came to besiege. Seeing this, he gave a thumbs up to the other side, "How to know the bridge!"

Zhiqiao blushed slightly, and was encouraged to fly towards the Xiangyang City Tower.

Duan Yi withdrew her gaze and looked at Tian Chuying's body thoughtfully.

Before he died, what did those few words mean?
Who is his master?

And that sentence, you don't look like my uncle at all...

When the name came to my lips, it was almost ready to come out...

Tian Chuying's uncle is her father Duan Sixian.

Duan Sixian's master is the commander of the hidden guards around King Zheng, so what about Tian Chuying's master?Where is the concubine Tian from the Tian family?Who they are is simply self-evident.

And the medicine hidden behind the plaque of Qingyun Academy, what kind of medicine is it?

And Guyu...

Thinking about it, Duan Yi wished she could grab Tian Chuying's shoulders and shake him awake frantically!
"No! Are you possessed by the old magic stick? Before you die, if you have to say something secret, you will only say half of it!"

(End of this chapter)