Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

The morning mist gradually evaporated, and the scenery of Jincheng appeared around him, like a ghost gradually forming.Compared with Chang'an, this is just a disorderly civilized city, full of dirt streets, thatched roofs and wooden huts.And Chang'an is as orderly as a chessboard, the magnificent palace city is like the residence of gods, and the streets are paved with rammed loess like iron.And the road here is full of all kinds of feces, if you accidentally step on it, Wu Xiaoyi slowed down when he thought of this.

A butcher's trailer rumbled along the causeway, with scrawny pigs howling in it.Just dodging the trailer, another woman poured toilet filth from the window above his head, and he narrowly avoided it.When will I get out of this damn place?Wu Xiaoyi asked himself, he stumbled on a rock while thinking.Don't kid yourself, I'm exiled, and I can never leave this ghost place?All I can do is listen to the crows and walk through this stinky street for a short life.

While complaining secretly, Wu Xiaoyi tried to wipe off the mud on the burqa, when he suddenly felt movement behind him, he instinctively held down the handle of the knife at his waist, and then looked behind him from the corner of his eye.

"You came later than the agreed time!"

A man in a hooded burqa appeared.

"On the way, I met a woman who threw the toilet on the street. I almost got hit, so I walked slowly!"

"That's not a reason to be late, women pour the toilet down the street every day!" the man muttered, and he took out an envelope from his pocket: "This is what you want, where are my gold coins?"

"I can't do without you!" Wu Xiaoyi took out a gold coin from his pocket, rolled it with his knuckles, flipped the coin, and the gold shone in the morning light, as if coating Wu Xiaoyi's fingers with a layer of gold.

The man in the hood swallowed. He stretched out his right hand, trying to take the gold coin from Wu Xiaoyi's hand, but he missed it and said angrily, "What do you mean? Are you trying to play tricks?"

"Pay with one hand and deliver with one hand!" Wu Xiaoyi laughed.

"Okay!" The man in the hood threw the envelope to Wu Xiaoyi, and stretched out his hand to the gold coin again. This time he succeeded, it felt warm in the palm of his hand, he imitated others, put it to his mouth and bit it - he had seen others do this, but to be honest, he didn't know what gold tasted like, he just wanted to look like an expert.

"How does the gold taste?" Wu Xiaoyi smiled while checking the key, "Sweet or salty?"

"None of your shit!" The hooded man cursed, put the gold coin in his arms, turned and walked back, walking quickly, Wu Xiaoyi didn't chase, but looked at the other person's vest with compassionate eyes, soon, the hooded man's feet became weak, and his upper body began to shake, as if his feet hadn't been oiled, finally he fell to the ground, grabbed his throat with his hands, and groaned inexplicably, Wu Xiaoyi walked in front of the hooded man, and soon the other party died.

"Gold is deadlier than a knife!"

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When Wu Xiaoyi returned to his residence, everyone was preparing to have breakfast, and the yard was filled with the aroma of bean porridge and steamed cakes.Wu Xiaoyi sat down at the long table in the yard, and threw the envelope to the man next to the porridge bucket: "I got the things back, give me a big bowl of bean porridge, thicker!"

"Hey! Brother B, wait a moment!" The man hurriedly put away the envelope, poured out a big bowl of thick porridge, and sent it to the long table: "How is the person who gave the letter?"

"That person will never speak again!" Wu Xiaoyi waved his hand impatiently.

"Oh, the corpse—"

"Throw it into the sewer, and when the people of Silla find it, it's already rotten and they won't be able to recognize it!" Wu Xiaoyi took a mouthful of porridge: "Okay, if you have any questions, ask me after I finish breakfast!"

"Okay, okay!" The man heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that the corpse was thrown into the sewer. Like most ancient cities, Jincheng's sewer is also a place full of miasma and filth, especially when it rained continuously for several days in the past few days. Finding a rotting corpse in such a place is absolutely as difficult as heaven.

After eating a bowl of porridge, Wu Xiaoyi felt a lot better. As he grew older, he gradually disliked the feeling of taking the lives of his own kind, especially standing next to the still twitching body, watching the light of life gradually disappear from his eye sockets, which made him feel cold, as if life was passing from him.

Bang bang bang!
The sound of being knocked on the courtyard door, Wu Xiaoyi glanced at it, but didn't get up.On the surface, this place is an old clothes store. Although the time is a bit early, there are not all poor people who come to buy and sell second-hand clothes.Someone opened the door, and suddenly exclaimed: "Master, why are you here!"

"Why can't I come?" Cao Wenzong patted his disciple's shoulder with a smile: "Not bad, I'm strong again, and my martial arts are not lost!"

"Master, hurry up, come in!" The man who opened the door let Cao Wenzong in, and shouted to his companions in the yard: "Master is here, master is here!"

Wu Xiaoyi stood up in surprise, didn't the teacher always follow Wang Wenzuo's bodyguard?How did he come here?Are you going to attack the Silla people?Finally, I don't have to stay in this pigsty any longer!

Cao Wenzong walked into the courtyard with a smile. Compared with the last meeting, these apprentices of his have grown up a lot, their physiques have become much stronger, and their faces have lost their original childishness. Thinking of this, he can't help but feel guilty. Compared with those who stayed in the army, these lurking in Silla are not only dangerous, but also lag behind a lot in terms of official career and achievements. It seems that his teacher is partial.

"Xiao Yi pays homage to his mentor!" Wu Xiaoyi saluted Cao Wenzong.

"Well! Get up and let me take a look!" Cao Wenzong looked Wu Xiaoyi up and down: "Not bad, not bad, he has grown up a lot, huh? Why isn't Xiaoman here? Where is she going?"

"Junior Sister Xiaoman is not in Jincheng. She went to meet some people from Silla two days ago, and she said she was discussing important matters with them!" Wu Xiaoyi hesitated: "Master, it seems that Xiaoman has become estranged from us in the past few years. If we don't ask about some things, she won't talk about them. Even if we do, she won't talk about them in detail."

"She has a different status now, and the burden on her shoulders is also heavy. Naturally, she can't tell you everything like in the past!" Cao Wenzong smiled, and the smile on his face faded: "Actually, even if it is you and me, we can't be the same as before. If we don't agree with each other, we can draw a sword and kill him. At most, we can change our identity and live in another place!"

"That's right!" Wu Xiaoyi sighed, "I used to be in Chang'an, killing people and killing people, drinking a few bowls of good wine, and waking up the next morning and forgetting everything. It's like now—" He sighed at this point.

"Let's not talk about that!" Cao Wenzong smiled: "I have something to do this time. If you become successful, you don't have to stay in Silla! It doesn't matter if you go back to Chang'an and Luoyang to become a rich man, or become a half-time official in Wa Kingdom, Liaodong, and Xiongjin to start a family and start a business, there is no problem! Teacher, I can still say a few words in front of the prince!"

"real!"

"That's great!"

"In my dreams, I want to go back to Luoyang, Chang'an, and bring hundreds of gold to drink and fight cocks in Fangshi, so that I can live happily for the rest of my life!"

"A few hundred gold is not enough, you thought it was a county seat! A few hundred gold will be spent in Luoyang, Chang'an, at most four or five years! Then you can only live with a knife, and maybe the yamen will take it again, and assign Dao'anxi and Longyou as guards, guarding the border for a lifetime!"

"Hey, you've only been on the sidelines for the rest of your life! So how do you choose?"

"Me? I will never forget how the imperial court drove us out like dogs. I didn't do anything, but just sent me out to guard the border with an imperial decree. Fortunately, I have the face of my master and came to Baekje. If I went to Longyou, I would go to Dafeichuan in all likelihood, and there is no place to die! Anyway, we are going to fight in the frontier. Instead of going to Longyou and Anxi to fight the Tibetans, it is better to stay in the east. At least here, follow the teacher and follow the king. The benefits will be great!"

"Yes, I'm not going back to Chang'an either!"

"Yes, last time I heard a Silla businessman say that the Japanese Namba has developed rapidly in the past few years and the streets are prosperous. If it is allowed, I will bring a few hundred gold to Namba to do some business. It will definitely be better than returning to Chang'an!"

Seeing the disciples arguing over there, Cao Wenzong's heart was full of warmth. Compared with the bad things he encountered in Japan, getting along with these innocent children was much more enjoyable.

Compared with other seniors, Wu Xiaoyi was much more alert. He asked cautiously, "Teacher, Wang Wenzuo is going to attack the Silla people?"

Cao Wenzong frowned. His disciple's rudeness made him a little unhappy. He shook his head and scolded, "It's fine to call the prince, ambassador Wang, and general Wang. How can you call the Lord by his name? Fortunately, I heard it. Otherwise, if others heard it, wouldn't they be asking for trouble?"

Wu Xiaoyi was reprimanded by Cao Wenzong, so he didn't dare to say anything, so he just bowed his head and said, "What the master taught is that the disciple has been taught!"

Cao Wenzong snorted coldly: "My lord is unpredictable, how can I guess? But the Silla people have done a lot of things, the lord is just giving a small warning!"

"A little precept?"

"Well, the lord wants to kill Jin Yuxin!"

"Kill Jin Yuxin?" Wu Xiaoyi laughed: "Master, are you kidding? Then Jin Yuxin is over 70 years old. If he is dying and lying on the bed, he will be out of breath. Even if he doesn't do anything, he might die tomorrow. Why kill him? Why not kill him? Why not kill him? Why not kill him? Just keep assassinating Silla King Jin Famin and let Xiaoman Junior Sister be the Silla King!"

"This is the master's plan, what do you know!" Cao Wenzong scolded, "Jin Famin is the king of Silla, how can he be so easy to kill? Besides, Xiaoman has no foundation in Silla, and she wants to become king with only a remnant of the sacred bone? Your thinking is too simple!"

Wu Xiaoyi didn't dare to argue with Cao Wenzong, and muttered: "I just don't think it's necessary to do this. To be honest, even if we don't do anything, then Jin Yuxin may not be able to survive this winter. As the saying goes, 73, 84, the king of hell won't tell me to go! Jin Yuxin is so old, why bother!"

Hearing what Wu Xiaoyi said, Cao Wenzong also hesitated: "You are right to say so, how about it! Let's find a way to find out about Jin Yuxin's situation first, and then play by ear!"

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Jin Yuxin Mansion.

"Move my chair out a little, into the sun!"

Jin Yuxin said in a tired voice.The guard pushed his wheelchair out of the window, and the sun was shining on the old man. Jin Yuxin looked at the orange tree outside the window intoxicated, and murmured to himself: "The oranges are ripe, the oranges are about to ripen!"

He was right, the oranges from the tree kept falling and bursting on the stone floor below.Every time the guard took a breath, the strong sweet smell filled his nostrils.Kim Yu-shin no doubt smelled it too, sitting under the orange tree in his wheelchair with hardwood wheels and a soft bearskin seat.

For a long time, the only sounds in the yard were the noise of children coming from next door, and occasionally there was a soft "click" as another orange fell.Kim Yu-shin liked this place very much. Since the Tang and Silla coalition forces invaded Pyongyang and completely wiped out Goguryeo, the support for the old man seemed to have vanished. Kim Yu-shin no longer rode horses and seldom went out. As long as the weather allowed, he stayed in this yard full of orange trees most of the time every day, listening to the noise of the children next door, as if spending his last time here and making up for his life's hard work.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps outside the courtyard, like drumbeats. It must be the footsteps of the king. He is the only one who dares to walk like this here. Of course, he is not the only one. Behind him is Jin Tengbin who is chasing after him with small steps. He is Jin Famin's confidant and think tank.

"Your Majesty!" When Jin Famin appeared at the courtyard gate, the guards stepped forward to salute.

"Is Yu Xingong convenient now?" Jin Famin asked in a low voice, he was always full of respect for this old man who assisted himself and his father to rejuvenate Silla.

"Is it Your Majesty? Come in!" Jin Yuxin who seemed to be half asleep just now waved to Jin Famin: "What's the matter?"

"There's news from Wa Kingdom!" Jin Famin walked quickly to Jin Yuxin's side: "The conquest army sent by the Tang people has already invaded the Four Kingdoms, the ghost boy we supported has been killed by his subordinates, and the rebellion has been quelled! Also, the Baishan Mohe people did not do what they promised. I suspect that Qi Si Bi Yu is playing tricks!"

"Come closer, Your Majesty, come closer!" Jin Yuxin beckoned, and in the shadow under the orange tree, the old man was sitting in a wheelchair, with his thin legs propped in front of him, sunken eyes, shriveled cheeks... Time has taken away too many things from him, only his mind is still alert and wise.In the next yard, children are still playing.The guards heard them chasing each other, shouting back and forth in high-pitched voices.

"Your Majesty, do you remember?" Jin Yuxin said with a smile: "Not long ago, you were also a child in the yard next door, and Renshou, both of you, played and chased like them!"

"Not long ago?" Jin Famin was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously turned his gaze to the courtyard next door. After a while, he smiled and said, "Gong Yu Xin, that happened at least 30 years ago!"

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