Plundering the Dao of the Immortal Journey Chapter 128: Assassin

　　 "My lord is really so dark." Pei Ziyun couldn't help being speechless. Seeing He Qingqing organizing a bath and changing clothes, he paced, although he only wore a pair of thousand-layer cloth shoes, his footsteps seemed to be sloping. Calm and elegant, let the Lord secretly admire.

　　 There are climbing vines on the side of the wharf. The stems look very thin and the branches have white rough hairs. Some red beans are mature. Pei Ziyun went forward to pick the red beans. The master book was very surprised: "Jie Yuan Gong is really Leisurely, I don’t know what's the matter with picking red beans?"

　　 "I give it away." Pei Ziyun knew that there was no such poem in this world, and it seemed that the red bean might not be the original red bean. The month alone was wrong. At this time, he just smiled and didn't say much.

　　 took a bath very quickly, a batch of villagers changed clothes and boarded the big boat. Pei Ziyun saw him go up. At this time, in the mid-summer of June, every family was taking a rest in the cool, drinking tea to relieve the heat, and the owner could not help but sweat through his clothes. At the moment, all smiles were suppressed, and he said seriously: "These days, I'm troubled your lord..."

　　 finished speaking and stopped talking, drew out three silver tickets to the main book: "I will leave now, you can go back for business, and take this money for tea."

　　"My lord, goodbye."

　　 "Jie Yuan Gong walks slowly." The master book saw three hundred taels, with a smile on his face.

　　 The boat set off, went down the water, and quickly disappeared in the river.

　　The master book stood on the bank of the river and looked at the ships in the distance. At this time, another person stepped forward and whispered: "My lord?"

　　 "Huh, what about the loss of those stockades? I want to ask me to do errands, and I don't even want to pay. I really think I am a slave?"

　　"Pei Ziyun won't disturb the wind and rain in the south. It's best to leave. This is the end of the matter."

　　"We have to find a way to share the share of these stocks with heavy losses."

　　"My lord is wise." Following the samurai, he understood, and said quickly, the master smiled and drew out a picture: "Hey, Jie Yuan Gong is generous, I am not stingy, everyone divides it."

　　 "Yes!" The people below couldn't help but cheer, and immediately looked for a place to escape the heat.

　　 "What? The court and the chieftain have let anyone go. Damn it!" There was a garden full of flowers and plants in Nanli City, but Shi Muzhong slammed the teapot to the ground.

　　 "Shi Gongzi, what do you think? The priest died and the stockade suffered heavy losses, and the officials did not move. This hatred is really unbearable in my heart." Shi Muzhong hated a Miao village owner beside him. Hate talking.

　　"This matter, I will tell the son." This priestess is a son of the son. I don't know how to convince him. The son trusts in herself and gives herself the right to start. Now that people are dead and things are not done, Shi Muzhong is also very upset.

　　 sent the village lord away, Shi Muzhong returned to the room, gritted his teeth and held the teacup, muttering to himself: "Thousands of people besieged and killed, thinking that it would be a matter of time. With this force, three or five masters can besieged and killed. , I don’t want you to counterattack successfully and kill the priest."

　　 "Now the government is very cautious with you. It seems that you have arranged variables from the heavens, so that the crisis will not die, and it will be inherited by the high priest."

　　 was silent for a long time: "Even if you fight the blame, you must tell the son. With thunder anger, this change will be broken."

　　 The boat was sailing on the river, Pei Ziyun stood on the deck, and there was a breeze blowing, blowing the corners of his clothes, playing with a red bean in his hand.

　　The girl arrived at Pei Ziyun's side and asked in a low voice: "Young Master, these days, people in the stockade are a little unaccustomed to life on a boat. What should I do?"

　　 Pei Ziyun knows that wandering on a boat is the easiest to dizzy. He smiles bitterly at the moment: "There is no way, you can arrange for someone to take care of it. Every few days, look for the dock to take a day off."

　　 "Get used to it, it's all right."

　　 "Yes, young master." The girl replied.

　　The ship sailed for a few days from the estuary into the sea. Yang Fan went up and detoured along the coast for half a month to reach Yingzhou. He heard the sound of knocking on the door, Pei Ziyun opened the door, and it was He Qingqing who knocked on the door, with joy on his face: "Young Master, finally arrived in Yingzhou. Everyone was panicking and wanted to go down."

　　 Listening to the girl’s words, Pei Ziyun also had this intention, saying, "Don’t call me Young Master, Young Master... You panicked, I got used to it a while ago. I didn’t see anyone coming to me, but the village. The people here are not good at waterways, and now they are exhausted, so they have to arrange a few days of training."

　　"You are here, just make arrangements, we will stay here for a few days."

　　 "Yes, son." The girl responded happily.

　　 At the moment it was close to dusk, He Qingqing had taken up three nearby hotels, and then went out to play with people.

　　 Pei Ziyun used the meal, left the hotel, and walked alone. Seeing the bushes planted on the embankment, the waves hit the solid embankment, splashed, and looked around. This is the coastal county. The wharf is much smaller, but it seems to be the reason for the ban on seas. It is more prosperous than imagined. There are more land and water boats. Pick-up, delivery, shipment, and set of vehicles are all surging. Pei Ziyun is at night. Wandering, with some comfort, rare leisure.

　　A small street vendor sells grilled chicken and snacks. He only listens to an old man talking to an old man with a different tone. Pei Ziyun passes by and stops.

　　"The Jibei Hou can really afford to let it go. These days, I heard that Jibei Hou will ask your Majesty to disarm and return to the field by himself. The emperor is overjoyed, and he has given me a lot of rewards."

　　 "Hey, I think Master Hou is smart. Master Hou is not like that. I'm afraid he will end up like that Master Hou in the north." The old man sneered.

　　 "Hey, old man Chen, it doesn't matter what else, you take it on the street and talk about the north, don't be afraid of death, quietly, quietly." Just now the old man listened to the old man's words and said in a low voice.

　　 "Don't tell me about the Lord Hou, the Governor has acted on the sacred decree to open the sea ban. I heard that three ports have been opened. The Japanese pirates have been a bit less, but there are many Japanese people appearing in the port, which is very unhappy. /

　　 "It is true that there are fewer Japanese pirates. Now the sea ban has been imposed, and the days have improved a lot." A passing person also replied.

　　"Also, the wharf has been a lot of bustle recently, and many ships are going to sea, trying to win the business of Japanese pirates."

　　 Pei Ziyun stopped, thinking, history has changed because of me, and Yingzhou has changed because of me, but the changes that have taken place may not be what I want.

　　 Pei Ziyun had some feelings suddenly, thinking of Ye Su'er, he couldn't help but touched his pocket. There were red beans picked in the land of Nanli in his pocket, and his thoughts were a little inexplicable, so he turned around and went back.

　　When I arrived at the hotel, Pei Ziyun just entered the room and told his buddy: "You get pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

　　 "Yes!" After a while, the guy brought the pen, ink, paper and inkstone to him. Pei Ziyun sat down on his side, lit a candle, and grind the ink carefully, his thoughts were unspeakable.

　　 Missing, staying together, or dissatisfied with Ye Suer's luck in the past life?

　　 Pei Ziyun can't say clearly, but a little miss is in his heart and can't be resolved. At this time, taking the pen is to write a letter.

　　 "It's been months since we parted, and I really miss it."

　　 Finished writing the letter, thought for a while, took out the bag with red beans, held a red bean in the palm of his hand, it seemed to have a thick sustenance, after a long time, sighed, and added another at the bottom of the letter. The first poem.

　　"Red beans are born in southern China, and a few branches will be given out in spring."

　　"May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick."

　　 When the window opened, the hotel was not far from a river into the sea, with weeping willows on both sides of the green green, a full moon in the sky shining above the sky, and a piece of snow was illuminated.

　　 There were still people in the stall just now, and now the stall is gradually closing down, and the nearby residential buildings have already fallen asleep, only the sound of cicadas and insects, ups and downs.

　　 Pei Ziyun suddenly sneered: "You have been with me for such a long time, so you still don't show up?"

　　 There was silence under the moon, Pei Ziyun did not hesitate anymore, drew his sword, and stabbed at one place. He only heard the sound of a sword strike, and sparks appeared in an instant. Pei Ziyun squinted his eyes to see a black The masked-faced man appeared, and the sword was narrow and its sharp light flashed.

　　 "Who are you?" Pei Ziyun asked. The assassin didn't say a word, but just smiled, and suddenly the eyes went dark, the candlelight went out, and Pei Ziyun couldn't see anything for a while.

　　 "Peng!"

　　 The sword light exploded, and the two crossed by. Pei Ziyun's clothes floated down, and the assassin's blue hair also fell. At this moment, the candle light appeared.

　　 "Good swordsmanship, it's a pity you are going to die here!" The assassin stretched out his hand to take the hair, and threw it again, saying coldly.

　　 Pei Ziyun listened and couldn't help but sneer, but his swordsmanship was flat, and he dared to say that he was going to kill himself. It was a joke.

　　 "Kill!" The assassin's long sword pierced out ~IndoMTL.com~ Suddenly, the whole surrounding was sunk into the dark night with no light at all. Almost at the same time, a sword appeared, becoming clearer and bigger, The world was full of this sword, with a kind of dazzling power, it pierced straight.

　　 "It's Taoism!" Pei Ziyun understood that the tip of this sword seems to be slow, but it is really fast. At the moment of life and death, the sword is a little bit long in an instant.

　　 "Chang", Pei Ziyun only felt a kind of power from the sword body into the body instantly, directly invading the internal organs, only felt like steel and soft, and instantly radiated coolness. As long as this coolness invades, you will undoubtedly die, but At this moment, a force of the same nature in the body directly greeted him.

　　"Peng" Pei Ziyun took a step backwards, all the strangeness in front of him disappeared, and the candle continued to burn. Although the assassin did not retreat, but it also waved, and the veil broke half, his hair hanging on his broad shoulders, his eyes Staring at him for a while, there was no expression on the yin bird's face.

　　 "Gong and soft!" There was already a sound of being alarmed, the assassin groaned in a low voice, and turned away.

　　 Pei Ziyun's face is gloomy: "Shi Muzhong, Xie Chengdong!"

　　's voice reveals inexhaustible hatred, although only half of the face is revealed, but the face of this yin bird is too familiar in the memory of the original owner, so I can understand it at first glance. It was originally just a guess, but it is now completely certain.

　　 "The priestess must be Xie Chengdong's person!"

　　"Shi Muzhong is Xie Chengdong's loyal dog. Xie Chengdong has clearly noticed him five years in advance, and he is also very hostile. The only good news is that Shi Muzhong has not achieved Yinshen, and his practice is about ten levels, only better than me. One level higher, and although my practice in Taoism is higher than mine, but swordsmanship is not as good as myself."

　　"Shi Muzhong is like this, what about Xie Chengdong? Did he break through the heavenly gate, become the **** of Yin, and even become one with the blessed land, to become the immortal?"