The Beacon of Kyushu

Five days later, Xingzhou.

The fresh breeze of the early morning blew into the state government office, and into an exquisite study room in the government office. This study room was painted white from the inside out, from the eaves and brackets to the furnishings and curtains, all decorated with cloud patterns. In the morning light, it was particularly elegant and otherworldly, not like a government office at all, but rather like a fairy palace in the sky.

A young man in a silver robe and with picturesque features was sitting behind a desk in the room, staring at a pot of laurel flowers about six inches high on the desk. After a long while, he spoke slowly, his voice cold and helpless, "I have lived in Xingzhou for more than a year, but I still haven't had the opportunity to overthrow the Song Kingdom and avenge my father. Am I really going to spend my whole life working for my enemies?"

As soon as the young man finished speaking, a servant ran into the room without even knocking on the door, "Master Yun...Master Yun, there is news from Tokyo!"

Yun Zixiao frowned slightly, but subconsciously raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, "What news?"

The servant said hurriedly, "The war between Song Dynasty and Quyue is getting tense now. In order to prevent unnecessary sacrifices, the emperor wants to negotiate peace with Quyue. I heard that the envoy sent is a little-known and poor scholar named Wang Shize, accompanied by the general Gao Chujun and a young man named Wan."

Yun Zixiao was stunned and thought to himself, "Why didn't Zhao Guangyi appoint me as the envoy to Quyue, but instead appointed a poor guy? Who could the accompanying person surnamed Wan be? Could it be the beggar from a few years ago?"

Seeing that the prefect was stunned, the servant was choking on his next words, not knowing whether he should continue. Yun Zixiao glanced at the servant and found that he seemed to have something else to say, so he asked, "Do you have anything else to report?"

"Hmm..." The servant hesitated and said, "Sir, since you took office, you have always asked us to keep an eye on the developments in Tokyo. I wonder what you mean? Only if you explain it clearly, we will know what to inquire more about, right?"

Yun Zixiao frowned even more tightly, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his tone, "You are just employing people, how dare you be so talkative! I told you to do it, just do it. If you dare to ask one more question, I don't mind giving you a ride!"

The servant was afraid that Yun Zixiao would really kill him with a sword, so he kept bowing and apologizing. Yun Zixiao never wanted to talk to these lowly people, so he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, get out of here! If you dare to say another word in the future, I will never forgive you!"

"Yes, yes!" The servant was so scared that his voice trembled, and he crawled out of the study. Yun Zixiao waited for the servant to leave the room, and his right fist clenched tightly, making a creaking sound. "If there is a way to heaven, you will not take it, and there is no door to hell, so you will come. Wan, I have no intention of killing you, but you are seeking death. Since you want to represent Song to go to Quyue, don't blame me for sending people to intercept you along the way and let you die without a burial place. As long as you die, Song and Quyue will definitely be incompatible. Li Huan is both civil and military, and he is ambitious. He may be able to destroy Song for me. Humph, just wait, your dog life is about to end!"

As soon as Yun Zixiao finished speaking, another person walked in from outside the door. This person was dressed in black, with a strange sword on his waist and a pile of documents in his hands. He walked straight to Yun Zixiao, put the documents on the table, and whispered, "Brother Yun, who is so bold as to make you so angry?"

"Brother Mo..." Yun Zixiao's tone softened when he saw that the person who came was the judge Mo Feigong. "Just now, a servant came to report that the government has sent a poor man named Wang to be an envoy to Quyue. How can I not be angry that such a good mission fell into the hands of others?"

Mo Feigong smiled and said, "Brother Yun, you are resourceful and eloquent. Whether it is the mission to Liao, persuading Northern Han, or attacking Youyan, you have always made great achievements. Although Quyue is in big trouble now, it is still a small country with weak soldiers. In my opinion, it is better for you not to take such a small credit."

Yun Zixiao smiled slightly, "Brother Mo, what you said makes sense. I am eager to make achievements. But I have stayed in Xingzhou for too long. I want to go out for a trip. I wonder if you, as the judge, can agree to it?" Mo Feigong said without hesitation, "Brother Yun, if you want to go out, just go ahead. I will take care of the state affairs for you. But don't leave for too long, otherwise if the government investigates, not only will you be in trouble, but I will also be in trouble."

Yun Zixiao stood up leisurely, stretched out his hand to take the Liuyun Sword that had been unsheathed on the sword rack for a long time, and said, "Thank you so much! I will return to the state government within ten days and will not embarrass you. If you break your promise, you can report it to the government, and you will be exempted from the blame."

Mo Feigong clasped his fists and said, "No need, just go and come back quickly!"

Yun Zixiao nodded slightly, walked out of the study slowly, and thought to himself, "The most famous assassin organization in the martial arts world is Lihentian. Why not ask Lihentian's people to kill this beggar on my behalf, so as not to dirty my sword!"

Zuozhuang, beside Yunmeng Mountain.

Zuozhuang is not very large, and it is named Zuozhuang because most of the people in the village have the surname Zuo. Although it does not cover a large area and has few residents, it has all the necessary facilities, especially the death-collecting shop of Lihen Tianxia, ​​so there are often people from the underworld walking around.

At noon, the sun was scorching the earth. The land of Zhongzhou in May was as bright as gold. Most of the people in the village were afraid of the heat and stayed in their houses to avoid going out. However, on the gravel road in the northeast, a young man was walking slowly in the hot sun. He was wearing a silver robe, a sword on his waist, and holding a white horse in his hand. His face was as calm as water, and his eyes and eyebrows were always cold. No matter how hot the weather was, the coldness emanating from his body still made people feel scared. The young man strolled on the gravel road, not paying any attention to the noisy shouts and dazzling goods on both sides. He just led the horse forward silently, and his steps were unwilling to stop for these meaningless things.

After a long time, he finally stopped in front of a blacksmith shop, a blacksmith shop that looked very ordinary. Whether it was the size, layout, or the shirtless man standing at the door, this blacksmith shop seemed to be no different from other blacksmith shops in the village. Why did the young man stop here? It was because there was a table in front of the blacksmith shop, and on the table were four knives, four extremely sharp steel knives that flashed with cold light.

Perhaps it was because the aura of this young man was too special. The moment he stood in front of the door, the blacksmith who was forging iron put down his work and walked over quickly. "Sir, do you want to buy a knife or a sword? Do you want to buy a hoe or an axe? We guarantee that we will not cheat anyone!"

The young man said coldly: "Buy a knife."

The blacksmith smiled and said, "There are single-blade swords, broadswords, ghost-head swords, long-handled short-blade swords, blue dragon crescent-shaped swords, collapsed boy swords, three-pointed two-edged swords, Ziwu mandarin duck swords, Jinchuan Shike swords, curved-blade convex-back swords, fish-scale purple-gold swords, waist swords, falling swords, donkey-ear swords, curved swords, halberd swords, eyebrow-tipped swords, imperial swords, execution swords, black flag swords, mountain swords, ivory-handled waist swords, eel-head swords, Kira ring-handled swords, and lion ring-shaped long swords. Which one do you want?"

The young man asked, "What are they made of?"

The blacksmith said, "There are gold, silver, copper, and iron. Different materials have different prices."

The young man shook his head slightly, "Do you have a blood knife?" (End of this chapter)