Sealing Knife

In July, the fire blew, and the leaves were flying.

There are many water towns in the south, but the season has passed, and the grand scene of lotus leaves is now only left in dilapidation. Yedu has been depressed, but today there is a visitor to the world.

The guest wore a black cloak and his hood covered most of his face. Under his feet was a small boat that he had nowhere to get from, not even a straw shed.

He has been standing here for nearly three hours, from the sunset to the sky to the moon and the sky, and his feet seem to have taken root, not moving. After a while, the cool wind blew through, accompanied by the sound of fallen leaves being trodden, a person wearing a night clothes, walking on the small grass luxuriant small route far and near.

Before approaching, he bowed down and gave a big gift: "It is too late, and Lord Zuo waits a long time."

"The terrible war party came to an end, and the road is far away, not yours." The cloak waved him forward and his voice was hoarse: "However, it's a big mistake to bring the tail."

The night-walker was shocked, and he was inevitably relaxed all the way, and he did not know when he was followed. As soon as his thoughts turned, his internal force gathered in his eyes and ears, and he found out that there were no fewer than ten people sneaking behind him in Yelin.

"Damn it, please respect the Lord ..."

"They want to get started. I guess I have to send someone to the dog's belly to find your bones." The cloak snorted and turned to look. I saw the water rising, and a small boat was standing from far to near. A grey robe was waiting behind him, and a white jade crown stood on the bow.

The man in white is holding a long brocade box in his hands. He looks like Guibi, and smiles like a breeze: "Xiwei, I haven't seen you in ten years. You are tall and have a good temper."

"Who hasn't been an unreasonable wife for many years?" The cloaker waved his sleeves, the boat silently crossed the water, and the ripples hadn't opened twice. He had fallen behind the white man and pressed back. The man in the gray robe had a knife around his waist and sarcastically said: "Guan Gong shouldn't play with a big knife in front of him, beware of smashing his foot."

The gray-robed man's pupils shrank, and he glanced at the disgruntled eyes of the white man, slowly letting go, his body was still tight.

"The skill is not bad, but the response is not good, he has been with you for so many years, he has tuned out such a group ..." The cloaker paused and changed a more euphemistic word: "embroidered pillow."

The man in white coughed lightly: "The glance of the shadow guard is mostly an introduction to art, and the command is only responsible for the punishment of the task. You are really wronging him."

"Brother Ziyu, why do you waste a lot of time with a lot of words?" A breeze blew away, and the air was cold, and the cloaker's voice also brought a little chill. "What are you doing with me?"

"Pan Yingwei found your men in the shock, and thought he was the eyes and ears of the enemy's remnants." The white man was not moved by his murderousness, and explained the ins and outs: "After a few follow-up investigations, he was known to be Here comes the commander of the glance ... Although the glory guard is well-known in the world, everyone's identity is secret, not to mention the commander? I think about it, the only person who can know his identity in the world and pay attention to it is only you . "

The corner of the mouth under the hood lightly said: "I'm disappointed that I know I'm still alive and well?"

The man in white shook his head and touched the engraving of the flying heron on the brocade box with his palm: "Maybe it used to be, but now ... Xiwei, I am very happy to know that you are alive, at least not dreaming of how angry he is at me. "

The cloak's body was stagnant, his eyes fell on the box, and his voice became more dumb: "... what do you mean?"

"A few months ago, the northern barbarians entered the panic. You must know that, otherwise, they would not send people to investigate." A glance at the nightwalkers surrounded by their subordinates on the pier, the voice of the white man gradually diminished. Guan is the most important place in northern Xinjiang. Once it is broken, it will be the same as the country. However, the barbarians have been plotting for a long time.

"Chu Ziyu, answer my question!" The robe sleeve was waved, the hood was lifted by the strong wind, the cloaker's true face was exposed to the moonlight, he looked but he was in his early twenties, his eyebrows were thin, his eyes were like splashing ink, and he was born. A pair of good skins with flowers and grass. But he pressed his thin lips into a line, his eyebrows were slightly convergent, and he looked like he was going to be sharp and aggressive.

The royal family of Dachu took the country as the surname, and now the young people ascended the throne, reformed and reformed, and reorganized the military and political life. The new law has gradually been implemented, and the people screamed and praised it, but even Huangkou children knew that the emperor who dared to change his patriarchal surname was Chu Mingxun, with the word Ziyu.

Interrupted by rudeness, the emperor was not annoyed and annoyed, and continued to say: "The defender will die, the battle will be urgent, and there will also be an old minister who fights against me in the middle of the world. Act cheap. "

Jianghu and Jingye Jing are clearly distinguished, and the government still has a line on the matter of martial arts, and the chivalry does not use martial law to ban the law, so it maintains the delicate relationship between the court and martial arts over the years.

But Yingyingwei is an exception.

Since the ancient dynasties have changed, there have been countless changes in the country. Da Chu has only been handed down for three generations. Gao Zu started in the army and knew very well about the folks. After the founding of the country and the throne, he secretly summoned martial arts masters to form a dark guard.

The first emperor was soft in nature, dissatisfied with the means of raiding the shadow, and abolished it. But the first thing he did after ascending the throne today was to restore the glory, recruit recruiters and killers again, and create the sharpest sword for himself.

A knife hanging on the neck of his enemy and falling at any time.

No one knows how many people they have, no one knows where they are hiding, and no one knows ... who they are.

Chu Xun's hand stroking Jin Box became slower and slower, he said softly: "I let them hold the chilling barrier at any cost, but I didn't expect the price ...

"The barbarians are strong, there are gangsters in the customs, 178 shadow raiders, but more than half of them were damaged in ten days ... Finally, when the soldiers were under the city three days ago, he sneaked into the barbarian's back and assassinated the leader Hu Ta Yeah. "

Where the heavy army is, the lurking is extremely thrilling, not to mention that after the assassination of the enemy coach, he was exposed to thousands of troops?

Leng Feng entered the back like a poisonous snake. He heard Chu Xun's voice getting lighter and weaker: "After the war, the raiders rummaged through every corpse, but most of them were already broken and difficult to recognize ..."

"To shut up……"

"In the end, they finally found him. They were nailed to the mountain wall by Wan Jian. There was nothing intact in the whole body, only the scared knife in their hands."

"I told you to shut up--"

With a loud bang, the cloak slammed into Chu Xun's face door. The gray-robed man hurriedly lifted the knife to meet him. The fleshy palm collided with the blade. Palm down, the four-finger wide knife was split into two pieces by him with flesh and blood!

The blade was broken, the palm of the head was still cast, the cloaker's hand was like a white egret, and the slashed edge was held by the finger, and the throat was immediately attached to the throat, and the remaining half with the handle was broken. But this just landed.

The gray-robed man's eyes flicked, and he waved his hands to surround him, but he heard Chu Xuan smile slightly: "Good Kung Fu, this type of" flower "is no worse than Master."

The cloaker twitched his lips: "You don't believe a word."

"Yeah, he always said a word, but unfortunately ... people count, how can it be compared to God?" Chu Xun slowly pushed away the blade and raised his hand to throw the box into his arms, "He once said that he would throw The head of Xiang Xiang is waiting for you to pick it up, but now the arrow has pierced through the heart, and the bones are cremated and buried on the spot, leaving only this shocking… I will bring it to you for him.

"Chu Xiwei, all kinds of right and wrong in the past, until now ... it's all over."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly shot, and pointed at Rufeng Ji Chu Chuwei's big hole in front of him. Chu Xiwei was at a time when his mind was in chaos, and he could not be caught by his finger on the shoulder, as if an internal force exploded between the flesh and blood. With a pale complexion, the whole person retreated back to the rickety boat, and the fingers holding the Jin box rattled with a cold voice, "Thrill."

"You and I went out together. Over the past ten years, I have been with Master day and night, and there is no reason to compare with you." Chu Xun stood up, still holding a gentleman like jade, "Long night will be clear, I will return to the palace. Well ... I hope that from then on, the mountains and rivers will not meet. "

The water splashed, sparkling, the boat went away as silently as it came, the dark guard on the pier disappeared, and the men in the night suits could not observe the injury, flying down on the end of the boat, kneeling on one knee: " The next thing is not good, please respect the master and punish! "

Chu Xiwei left him alone, holding the brocade box in his left hand and touching the brass buckle in his right hand. His rock-solid figure swayed a little, and his hands were shaking too much. It took him a long time to open the little buckle, and he didn't recover until he saw the long black sword with a sheath in it. .

The three-foot long knife, **** wide, the scabbard is black, and the state of Hongyan's wings is engraved on it. The blade is clear like autumn water, clear like white dew cypress, and a pale paper-like face is reflected by the moonlight.

There was no sound and tears in his face.

"I'm crying ..." He wiped his face afterwards, wet, "I actually ... will cry."

The tears were wiped out rudely by him. He twitched the corner of his mouth to laugh, but it was uglier than crying.

He picked up the knife and smiled lowly: "How can you ... can you die? You have said that you will keep your life waiting for me to take it ... I am not allowed, you dare to die?"

After a long laugh, he choked again, coughed several times, and murmured, "Master ... how are you going to die?"

His subordinates knelt behind him, and naturally couldn't see how his own Lord looked now.

At a loss, like a child who couldn't find a home.