Sealing Knife

When Chu Xiwei and Ye Fusheng left the courtyard, it was already dark.

There are no more living people left in the room, but Ye Fusheng is now cold all over, but it's about the same temperature as the dead.

He looked at Chu Xiwei, as if looking at someone he didn't know.

In the past two hours, the man was hard and soft and did not eat, and he was not tempted to accept it. In the face of Chu Xiwei's Sorcery, he could pluck his eyes and refuse to reveal half a word.

Over the past decade, Ye Fusheng has seen a lot of shadowy things. He has seen a lot of criminal acts that are insidious, and he has also performed a knife to impose Ling Chi's sentence on the criminal traitor. It is already commonplace to eat a pile of rotten meat.

But Chu Xiwei's method just now was not inferior to him.

Chu Xiwei broke the man ’s legs and slowly crushed his hands and fingers with his fingers. His internal force was overbearing and treacherous, and his bones could be crushed through blood and flesh, but there were no scars on the surface, but the skin was soft. mud.

From the finger to the arm, the man was dead and said nothing, and he asked patiently, over and over again, tirelessly, saying wrongly or not answering, crushing his bone, turning a person into a leash mud.

Until he finally got the answer he wanted, the man was trampled on his spine and released.

From beginning to end, Chu Xiwei did not look at Ye Fusheng, and Ye Fusheng failed to say a word.

He still remembers the courageous and well-behaved child of that year, a royal descendant who held the power to kill and kill, not to mention killing the palace people, he did n’t even say a lot of heavy words on weekdays, most of the time he was just arrogant He has a temper, but he is also very decent, and never does things that torture people.

Since the reunion, Chu Xiwei's performance in front of him is the same as that of that time, the arrogant temper was good, and the tofu heart of the knife mouth did not seem to change. , Entangled into an unsolvable knot.

Ye Fusheng has deliberately kept himself from thinking about the problem, and finally straight out his eyes-how did Chu Xiwei come over in the past decade? In the end, how did he become a master of a hundred ghosts from a naive young man?

"How did I come here? Of course, I survived every day."

Ye Fusheng was surprised, only to find that he was thinking too much, and asked unconsciously. Chu Xiwei, who had been walking in front of him for two steps, stopped and looked back at him quietly, chewing and laughing. Like a debt-collecting injustice, he said coldly with sarcasm: "Every day, living like a year, finally let me climb to this position step by step."

He didn't say much, but Ye Fusheng could come up with a lot based on this phrase.

Hundreds of ghost gates have been handed down for nearly a hundred years, and the masters of the past generations have almost no end of life, either died of grievances in the rivers or lakes, or died in the fighting of the martial arts, because it is not a family clan inherited by blood, nor is it a famous decent decent person who pays attention to benevolence, justice, wisdom and wisdom. If a "ghost" wants to be in a high position, he has to crawl from the bottom of hell, stepping on the mountain of fire and bones, and climbing up until he climbs back to the earth and steps above the hundred ghosts.

He also heard that every generation of masters of Baiguimen has no special designation, and anyone who is interested can live in it. Through brutal killings, ten young masters are determined, and then the old masters lay down tasks to let Ten of them were competing to complete, and the winner was the main one. Like the Gu Gu, they killed each other and died nine times.

Ye Fusheng wanted to say something, his mouth was open and closed, and finally he only said a strange word: "You ... I remember, you couldn't even pick up the bigger knife."

Chu Xiwei turned around, he was already higher than Ye Fusheng, and when approaching, he felt a sense of oppression, which made Ye Fusheng take a step back unconsciously.

Seeing him retreat, Chu Xiwei's sarcastic smile also disappeared, and the corner of his mouth slowly fell back into a sharp line, saying: "Yeah, the disciples in those days did not become implements, and today they can all worship the Master's gift."

This sentence is like a rusty knife. It tears the flesh and inserts it into the ribs. It runs through the heart that was beating. The rust tears the old wounds and mottles the new blood. It leaves Ye Fusheng all over the body without pain.

For a while, he twitched his lips and said, "Thanks to me ... Oh, this sentence, I really ... deserve it."

He was laughing, but it was uglier than the ghost. Chu Xi slightly suppressed the rolling emotion in his chest, staring at this momentary pale face to say something, but did not know what else he could say, reached out his hand to pull him, but suddenly remembered something, and took out a par Zi rubbed his hands randomly.

Chu Xiwei had just killed someone. Although he had never been infected with blood, he always felt that his hands were dirty. He could not touch others, let alone Ye Fusheng.

He was panicked, and the movement of wiping his hands lost a square inch, almost breaking his nails, Ye Fusheng was pulled back by his movements, and the smile on his face suddenly softened.

...... This look of anger is the same as it was then, no, it's more awkward than it was then.

The conflict was thrown away by two people just now. Ye Fusheng pulled the veil and carelessly wiped the sweat on his face and smiled, "Send me the finest silk."

Chu Xi gave him a slight glance, snorted, and turned away.

Ye Fusheng folded Sipa into small squares, tucked it into his shirt, and quickly followed, asking, "What do you think of the situation now?"

"The Burial Soul Palace is really a lot of debts and no worries. It can be inserted wherever there is something. This time it is still on the ground of the court." Chu Xi said faintly. Confucianism, the imperial court will never give up this time. "

Hearing the words, Ye Fusheng returned to his mind: "But at present, the court does not know that they did it, and we have no evidence."

"He said that a hundred ghost gatemen broke into here two days ago, one was killed, and a girl ran away, it should be Lan Chang." Chu Xiwei thought about it, "With Lan Chang's temperament, he certainly will not give up, There are no Hundred Ghost Gates in the vicinity. She should catch up on her own, and now there are 9 out of 10 accidents. "

"She is a little girl who can't pose a threat and has a good identity. As long as the people in the Soul Palace are not stupid to grandma's house, they won't rush to kill her, but will get the benefit from the Baiguimen first." Suddenly, Ye Fusheng said again, "According to what was said, Ruan Feiyu and Lu Mingyuan have been taken away. For the funeral palace, Ruan Feiyu's identity is very sensitive and extremely important, but Lu Mingyuan is optional, they keep this Presumably, his life was to use Ruan Feiyu's heart as a threat to force him to agree to some things. However, Ruan Feiyu can make the most of it, but it's just one thing. "

Chu Xiwei frowned, "New law."

The new law proposed by Ruan Feiyu mainly falls on taxation, imperial examinations, and hereditary. Among them, the imperial examination system has been in place for ten years, and many officials from North Korea and China have been replaced by unpopular backgrounds. There is a tendency to fight against the courts of the old factions, making the reform of the new law heating up.

The old law severely treated the people ’s farmland, and the tax burden was extremely heavy, but it opened the door to the officials ’fields. The hereditary system was a way of inheriting the interests of the old school. Even if the descendant inherited the inheritance, there were at least three generations of scenery. Adding officials and imperial examinations into official career, those who have no merits will be demoted and demoted, while others will be fined twice.

Each of these three is of great importance. For many people, it is the fundamental point of hurting them.

"Ruan Feiyu's vision was far away, and his ambition was high, but he blocked too many people's way. At this moment, we could not guess who was going to dig him." Ye Fusheng sighed, " what's your plan?"

Chu Xiwei sneered: "The court thing has nothing to do with me, I just want to get Lan Chang back."

Ye Fusheng was informed and said: "Unfortunately, the man was only abandoned after he was left behind. He did not know where they were going. It's too hard to find. "

"In two days, however, it has brought burdens again, not too far away."

"They took the hostages, they shouldn't walk the streets and the roads related to the cards. They wanted to go around the mountains." Ye Fusheng thought for a while. "We might as well buy some water and food and ask the locals to inquire about the nearby mountain roads. Go up. "

Chu Xi nodded slightly, but it was not early now, and the few shops were closed one after another. The two of them walked a long street from end to end, only to see that there was an old man with a wind and candle at the intersection.

He sells some steamed buns and crude pastries, which makes him uncomfortable to watch, so he hasn't sold much in a day. He wrapped his tattered jacket tightly and packed it tremblingly.

There is also a table next to it, a plate of cold buns, a bowl of corn porridge that only drank half, and a man sitting by the table, looking at the same age as Ye Fusheng, with a black hair tied loosely in his head Afterwards, he wore a heavy purple robe, with light sleeves and wide sleeves.

Chu Xiwei stared at the buns and pastries, twisting her brows into a Sichuan word, which was obviously disgusting, but did not speak out about the picks, picked up a pair of clean chopsticks and looked at the barely pleasing food. Ye Fusheng shook his head with the arrogant temper of this unrepentant death, and simply went to see the man's painting.

At this point, he couldn't look away.

There is a flower on the painting, which is bursting into bloom, and it is as red as blood, but unfortunately only half of it seems to be torn apart by the life of a flower destroyed by a hot hand.

But it is still a very beautiful flower, not too gaudy and vulgar, nor tarnished by the broken, with the beauty of life as hot as it is.

However, such a vibrant safflower, but in the dry bone fingers.

The background of the whole picture is the battlefield when the sunset is down, the broken wall is broken, the broken knife is broken, with strong sadness and cruelty. However, on the scorched earth, there was a white bone sitting on the stone, and there were many places on its body. The only complete right finger bone was sandwiched between this broken flower, red and white, and it was particularly enchanting.

"When he died, he must be smiling." Ye Fusheng said.

After the man's paintbrush was over, he looked at it with interest, and Ye Fusheng found out that the man looked very neat, with the sword eyebrows and star eyes, just like the masks painted on, light and strong, elegant and demon.

He raised the corner of his lips and smiled softly: "Oh?"