Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Wuzhu bowed slightly, letting the cold wind blowing the black cloth on the night, the stable and horrible right hand, slowly holding the iron handle on the waist side, step by step, stepping toward the side of the paving.

The clothes on the man in the noodle shop are made of coarse cloth, khaki, half sleeves, not thick. It is the dressing of the coolies on the pier of the southern river in Kyoto. There is no surprise. He blinked, the indifference in his eyes did not change in half, and the expression on his face did not move a little, but with the sound of the five bamboos, he slowly stood up from the bench.

In the hands of the man in the cloth, he held a knife and a straight knife. When he waved his hand, the knife screamed and screamed out. The knife fell on the neck of the shopkeeper who was holding the noodles. The face of the boss's neck slammed, the blood on the neck splashed, and poured into the pot of cooking noodles!

Then, the face boss's head squeaked, like the heavy fruit of the autumn tree, from the branches, fell into the noodle soup, slamming, swaying a few hot and **** soup.

There is no warning, no reason, abnormal cold-blooded and stable shots, the face of the boss is different, the old head of the soup floats up and down, the soup has been dyed into a faint color. Under the oil lamp that may be extinguished at night in the winter night, this scene does not seem to be terrible and strange.

At this time, Wuzhu stood at the distance of three feet in front of the man in the cloth. The half of the face outside the black cloth did not move. It seemed that he did not care that the other party had just killed himself in front of himself and killed an innocent face boss.

"You come from the south." The voice of the blind man is always monotonous and lacks rhythm.

The cloth man slowly recovered the straight knife, the cold eyes. Looking at Wuzhu, although his eyes and expressions did not show any emotions, but somehow, people always feel that he has entered a very vigilant mood.

"Routine inspections." The cloth said in a very thin tone. "Looking for you back."

Wu Zhu said: "You come to kill the fan."

The man in the cloth said: "The news you deliberately released."

"Because I didn't find you in the South, I had to use this method to force you to show up." Wu Zhu looked at him indifferently, just like watching a dead person. "You know that Fan Xian is her descendant, of course, he will come to Kyoto to kill." he."

The eyebrows of the man in the cloth are moving strangely. It seems to be a strange and incomprehensible, but it is obvious that his expression is a bit blunt, so it looks a bit funny, and the two eyebrows are like two small bugs. Moving.

"You know the reason, so you let me come."

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Why did the man of the cloak know that Fan Xi is after his son? Will you definitely go to Kyoto to kill him? From the dialogue between Wuzhu and the man of the cloak, it is obvious that two people know each other.

And Wu Zhu knows that the other party once knows Fan Chen’s life. Will not hesitate to go to Beijing to kill people, so specially waiting outside the Fan House. It seems that the recent turmoil in Beijing may be just a false calculation of Wuzhu, and it is a bit of a shock. In order to uncover the leisure life from the distant North Qi, you can still leave half traces.

If Uncle Shu has the ability to construct such a perfect plan - then his only purpose in doing it is to attract the man of the cloth to Kyoto.

Who is the man in the cloth?

A few months ago on the southern coastline of Qingguo. There was a man without a name. He looked around for a blind man. When his question did not get an answer, he would simply kill all the people who had seen himself. There is no reason, no reason.

He is the serial killer of Nanjiang, who has never forgotten Fan Fan and Yan Bingyun.

When the Criminal Department was unable to do anything, the Inspectorate finally began investigating these quirky and bizarre murders, but whenever the Supervisor’s master traced the unknown person. Will be the first time back to the other side, and mercilessly kill all. So until now, no one knows what the nameless person looks like. Yan Bingyun once thought about borrowing troops from Fan Xi, and borrowing the tiger to go south, it is also this person.

When he first appeared in this world, he did not seem to get used to the behaviors and norms of the world, so he would not kill too many people very much. Later, he gradually understood more things, so he would be scattered. The hair has the most common hair, and the red feet are put into the necessary sandals for the home. I chose a straight knife that the Qingwu martial arts often match, and at the same time, it is the most difficult to detect. Coarse cloth.

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Wuzhu stepped forward and got closer to the stand. He lowered his head and said, "I went to the South to find you, but I didn't find it."

The cloth man said a very incomprehensible statement: "I am looking for you in the South, and I have not found it."

The feet of Wuzhu are **, and the men of the cloth are wearing straw shoes. Wuzhu's hair was tightly bundled behind his head, motionless, and the hair of the clothed man was bundled into a bun, slightly higher.

The smell of the two people is very similar. Although the appearance of the clothes is different, it seems that there are only two characteristics. The breath of the body makes people know that these two people are ruthless killing machines, but they are like two hunters hidden in the night. They are looking for each other, but they care about whoever they first find.

They demand that they can only find each other first, but they cannot be found by the other party. Although this does not seem to make any difference, it is like a desperate struggle between a hunter and a wounded tiger. Whoever has the first chance can continue to stay. in this world.

"Someone told you that I am in the south." Wu Zhu said.

The man of Cloth did not answer his words and said directly: "You can't leave traces."

Wu Zhu said: "She has left too many traces. You go back to the temple, I will not kill you."

The man in the cloth seems to think that Wu Zhu’s words are quite confusing, and there is a great conflict with the truth that he has always believed in. The cold and snowy eyes are generally bright. There was a weird look, and this look was rarely seen in the eyes of the world.

"You come back with me." The tone of the cloth is still not so volatile.

Wu Zhu’s voice is more lively than the other party: “I forgot something, wait for me to think of it.”

The dialogue between the two people has been carried out with a very strange rhythm. And if you pay more attention, you will find that in this series of conversations, the two are actually a questionable question, but just telling something in a very positive tone. Perhaps they are all people who are confident in their logical judgment. Probably only these two geeks can use such a jumping thinking to conduct a dialogue that is difficult and difficult for ordinary people to understand.

The lips of the two people suddenly moved, and there was no sound. It seemed that the final silent negotiation was taking place.

The negotiations broke down and Wuzhu went one step further. The distance between the two has changed from three feet to two feet.

The clothed face was expressionless, and one step did not retreat. It was just staring at the hand that the five bamboos were holding on the iron brazing. It seems that waiting for the pale hand to blossom.

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The tone of the tone was lowered and it came out of the stove with the noodle pot. The noodle soup cooked with the human head fluttered over the top of the pot with a **** red thick foam, and smashed into the furnace along the pot, and squeaked with the flaming carbon blocks. There was a pungent smell of smoke.

The five bamboos moved, and the black cloth on the eyes turned into a black silk in an instant, and the iron in the hand did not give birth to a flower. But like a sharp winter bamboo tip, straight stab the man's chest!

It is very strange that Wuzhu did not choose to drop the throat today.

Almost as he moved, the man with a straight knife also moved. The two men rushed with the same reaction and speed. No one could detect a slight difference.

The distance between the two feet was only disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the five bamboos and the cloaked man suddenly slammed together.

The speed of the two is too fast, even beyond the limits that people can observe. It seems that the moment before, the two are still standing apart by two feet. The next moment, two people have already stood opposite each other!

It’s like two streams of light, suddenly meeting each other, such a fast speed, whether it’s before the injury, or the shadow assassin at six, or even the sea otter here, will definitely not respond, only to be dead Shares - In this realm, no one has ever touched the world except the four great masters.

However, when the streamer hit, there was no dazzling fireworks, but it turned into a dead silence between the moments.

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A knife tip emerged from the right rib of Wuzhu, and it was terrifying. The knife was dripping on the ground.

A shovel was passed through the middle abdomen of the man of the cloth in an accurate and unparalleled manner. There was no slight deviation.

Wuzhu moved first, and his speed seemed to be a little faster than the enemy, so when the two men hedged, his left leg knees still lingered for a while, it was just a little faster, but it was the most deadly. a trace.

At this time, he maintained this one-and-a-half-squatting posture, and the iron in his hand slammed slightly, like a fire, and stabbed the other's abdomen.

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In the round behind the alley, there was a faint voice, and the voice was extremely slight, but it fell in the ears of Wuzhu and the man in the cloth.

Just like the saw is cutting wood, the two people are silently separated, and the weapons in their hands are slowly pulled out from the other's body. At this time, the man in the cloth man’s belly screams, it seems that something is broken. Now!

Suffering from such a heavy blow, there is still no expression on the face of the man in the cloth, just like the pain is not half-pointed, just looking at the wound in his abdomen like a baby, seems to be thinking why he is slower than Wuzhu.

Five bamboos made a lot of enemies, but they were also seriously injured, but they were still as expressionless as the other side. They were just exposed to the corners of the black cloth, and there was a hint of alienation.

He knows that the other party has not been able to regenerate in this world. And the reason why I can be a little faster than the other side, because today is to use the leisure life to lure each other to come here, so I am more prepared, no shoes. No hair bundles.

Mo dyed the red dust, the words in the temple really do have some truth.

The night snow was repeated, and several people slammed across the round wall and sneaked into the alley. As soon as they landed, several people pulled out the long knives behind them, arranged in a strangled form, and looked around with vigilance.

The comers are the tiger guards who are responsible for protecting the safety of the fans.

After confirming the safety, the sword was returned to the sheath. In the sparse snow, before going to the noodle stall, I looked at the soup on the stove and looked at the horrible head of the soup. He frowned. .

Then. His eyes fell on the break between the head and the corpse, and he only looked at the wound, and there was a hint of chill and fear in his eyes - a quick knife!

Gundam suddenly felt a cold in his neck. It seems that there are snowflakes getting into their clothes. He knows that the fights that happened here before are definitely not the kind of people who can interfere with themselves. Although they have not seen it with their own eyes, they can guess the two players. What kind of spiritual realm is there.

The snow is getting bigger, and it is getting cold and cold. There is still a temperature in the face of blood and water, and it is also cold in the heart of the people. The pavement was miserable and stayed at the alley. The boss is dead, the stove is cold, the blood is dry, no one in the world has ever seen this snowy night alley. There have been two unnamed names, not among the masters, but the masters. The top master has been killed here.

The officials who supervised the evening shift of the court were screaming. The building in the middle of the wind and snow night seemed to be more cold. Suddenly a wind rushed over and awakened him. He still patted his cheek and ordered himself to wake up.

There are still many officials on duty in the yard at night, not to mention the recent days, because of Fan Tis’s affairs, President Chen has not returned to Chen Yuan, but directly sits in the courtyard to suppress everything, if the dean knows that he Asleep, there is nothing to eat.

At this time, Chen Pingping was half-reliant in a wheelchair and slept. The old man has not been very good in these years. Although the stove in the house is very prosperous, he still subconsciously uses the thin hands and pulls his knees in his sleep. The blanket was covered on the chest and abdomen.

The door opened and was closed again.

Chen Pingping woke up and slowly licked some muddy and weak eyes, looking at the black cloth in front of him, whispered: "How come you?"

Then he noticed the terrible wound in the left chest of Wuzhu. The white eyebrows were suddenly erected. Although he was not angry, he was alert and asked: "What happened?"

Can you hurt Wuzhu? It can only be one of those big masters. How can Chen Pingping be arrogant? In today's troubled situation in Kyoto, it is difficult to bear the news that the enemy suddenly has more help from the big master.

Wu Zhu did not answer his question, but said three words directly.

"Let the shadows come back."

"The person who hurts me knows that I am in the South."

"Fan is dead, and the country is dead."

Wu Zhu knows that the old nephew in front has enough wisdom to understand these three sentences, and the terrible injury he suffered today has made him unable to support it for a long time. So after he finished, he left the supervision very quickly and quietly. hospital.

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Chen Pingping was in a wheelchair and fell into a long silence. In the fireplace not far from the side, the red fire jumped like an elf, showing that he should have been a pale face.

Although the five sentences of Wuzhu are simple, they reveal very important information.

The first sentence is to let the shadow come back, indicating that the injury he suffered is already very serious. There is no way to stay in the side of Fan Xian to protect him, so that Chen Pingping can fulfill his promise in advance and call the shadow back to protect the safety of Fan.

However, the person who has the ability to hurt Wuzhu should have died. Otherwise, with the character of Wuzhu, in order to survive and die, he will not leave Kyoto if he is injured.

Who can hurt Wuzhu? It is certainly not the big masters. Otherwise, Wu Zhu will not deliberately conceal the identity of the other party. Chen Pingping’s heart trembles slightly and vaguely guesses something. This conjecture has been there many years ago, but it has never been confirmed.

On the night when Wu Zhu took Fan’s departure from Kyoto, they both considered how to let Fan Xi escape the unknown danger. Just... Why do temples know that Wuzhu is in the South? Chen Pingping frowned and began to sort out all this.

Fan spent two years in Beijing. Chen Pingping once asked about the whereabouts of Wuzhudi. Fan Xian has been very careful to lie, saying that Wuzhu is looking for Ye Liuyun in the south. And those who know this fake news, except Chen Pingping. Only the emperor Chen Pingping once told. (See Chapter 62, Chapter 2.)

The second sentence of Wuzhu is to wake up Chen Pingping. From this point of view, the threat of the third sentence is a matter of course.

"Your Majesty." Chen Pingping's wrinkles in the corner of his eyes twitched slightly, sighing softly: "You really have to be an accident, admire."

However, between the two, he has already figured out the real thoughts of the emperor. Although it is not clear how the emperor could be associated with the illusory temple, he is sure of the fact that the great emperor, who really wants to disappear.

For a generation of emperors. It may be really difficult to endure the side of his illegitimate child and have a grandmaster-level character.

A great master, if you are crazy. It has the ability to shake the court's rule, which is something that anyone can think of. Even if it is impossible for a single horse to enter the palace and kill the royal family, he can completely go to the end of the world with a single sword, and kill the state government officials in the county roads. Don't worry about being trapped by the army.

You can also sneak into Kyoto for ten years, and when you get out of the sword, you will be afraid that the emperor will never go out of the palace. The purpose is not to go out of town. In such a situation, no one dares to be an official. The emperor does not dare to show up. What else can the court do apart from falling apart?

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Therefore, the hardships of the year can shock one of the princes and aristocrats who want to rebel in the north.

Therefore, Si Gujian can protect Dongyi City with a single sword for so many years, and can spread his own Jianwei and straighten the waist of the small waiting countries sandwiched between the two big countries.

So it seems to be sloppy, but in fact there is a great wisdom to flow the clouds, as long as you continue to travel in the end of the earth, the endless journey. Qingguo will be favored by Ye Family. Even if a generation of emperors want to replace the Kyoto defense, they will be forced to arbitrarily set off their shameful sin. Of course, Ye Liuyun himself knows that the royal family is jealous, so for so many years, he has not returned to Kyoto.

If the world is in the battle, you can use the Ye family to threaten the leaves, you can use the life of the Northern Qi people to persuade the hardships, you can use the survival of Dongyi City to remind the four Gu Jian, the two sides can reach a certain balance agreement.

Wuzhu is different from these three great masters. He does not have a huge family as a burden. No country people need him to guard. His actions are only for the sake of a person, so he has a bigger The degree of freedom is even less likely to be threatened by the emperor or used by each other. Even the two sides have no room for bargaining.

If Fan has a long and two short, Wu Zhu is crazy, the world will go crazy.

Ever since, as long as Wuzhu is in a day, the emperor must cherish the feast of the leisure, as in the past years, playing the father who has no choice but to be guilty, but with ambition but like a sad emperor.

The emperor may appreciate Fan Xi’s son from the bottom of his heart, but he is ultimately an emperor. He cannot allow Fan Zhong’s side to have such a loyal master to be a servant, even if he does not use this temple to come. One day, the emperor will also find a way to remove Wuzhu.

Of course, Chen Pingping knows that this is only one reason. On the other hand, it is probably because of the faint fear in the emperor’s heart.

The temple has always been a worldly event. No one has ever seen anyone in the temple. The people in the temple have not seen the world for centuries. If you can let the five bamboos and the temples go together, you can hide the van forever. The relationship between leisure and Ye Jia, buried all the same year in the pile of paper, for the emperor, this may be the most wonderful ending.

It was only the emperor who did not expect that Fan Xi’s life as a descendant of the Ye family would be so quickly smashed out, and his son became the primary target of the temple. He wanted to use the knife to kill Wuzhu. Instead, he was used by Wuzhu to use his leisure life to successfully kill the temple and save his life.

Chen Pingping did not know the hands and feet of Wuzhu, but he only thought with a slight sorrow. He knew that some people came to the world, but after the expedition of Fan’s life, he never reminded himself or Fan. Say, for anyone except yourself, your Majesty will only give a faint sorrow and sympathy?

The old man sneered, pushing the wheelchair to the front of the fireplace, some greedily put his hand closer, yawning while warming up, swearing with ambiguous words: "You just enjoy, actually come up with a fireplace. You are all very good, that is, this thing is a little confused, the girl’s family..."

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At dawn, the remote and quiet part of Kyoto called "External Sanli" was dark and faintly visible in the shadow of a circular building. It was all black wood and was a temple. The snow fell and the temple was covered with a layer. Exceeding the secular dust.

This is the temple, rumors that the only place in the Qing Dynasty that can communicate with the imaginary temple, the temple of the royal sacrifice.

The temple door was slammed open, and the temple’s rituals that had not appeared in Kyoto for a long time came out. The shocking color of the monk’s face, which is silent compared to the Qi Temple’s bitterness, is now hidden, silent and sad. The ground lifted the body from the snow and walked into the temple, wearing a common cloth on the body.

... The man of Cloth did not answer his words and said directly: "You can't leave traces." Wu Zhu said: "She has left too many traces. You go back to the temple, I will not kill you." At that time, I almost let Wuzhu say directly: "Whenever you walk, you will leave traces." Then I woke up and immediately disappeared, only to find that my bones were really too so sweet. It’s a terrible thing.

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