Sealing Sword: Wedge

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Falling leaves are flying in July.

There are many water villages in the south, but the season is over, and the grand scene of lotus leaf catching the sky is now only full of dilapidation. Yedu has always been in depression, but today there are guests coming for an unprecedented time.

The guest wore a black cloak, and the hood covered most of his face. At his feet was a small boat that he had gotten from nowhere, not even a hayloft.

He has been standing here for nearly three hours, from the sunset to the middle of the moon, his feet seem to have taken root and he hasn't moved. After a while, the cool wind blew, and accompanied by the sound of falling leaves being stepped on, one person dressed in night clothes, walking far and near on the small path of lush grass.

Before getting closer, he bowed and bowed: "It's too late to come down, please wait for a long time."

"The chilling war has come to an end, and the journey is far away. It's not your fault." The cloaker waved him to come forward, his voice was a little hoarse: "But, with the tail, this is a big mistake."

Yexingren was shocked when he heard this. He was unavoidably relaxed when he ran all the way, and he didn't know when he was followed here. As soon as his thoughts turned, the internal force gathered in his eyes and ears, and he found out that there were no less than ten people sneaking in the wild forest behind him.

"Damn your subordinates, please Lord..."

"They want to do it. I guess I have to send someone to the dog's stomach to find your bones." The cloak sneered, turned his head and saw water splashing, and a small boat stood on it from far to near. Two of them, one in a gray robe with hair and hair waiting respectfully, the other in a white robe with a jade crown standing on the bow.

The person in white is holding a long brocade box in both hands, his face is like a Guibi, and his smile is like a breeze: "Thank you, I haven't seen you in ten years, your stature is taller, and your temper is better."

"Wife-in-law has been a wife for many years, who hasn't been unreasonable yet?" The cloak man waved his sleeves, and the boat silently swept across the water. Before the ripples broke two times, he had fallen behind the white man. Back to hold the gray-robed man with a knife on his waist, he sarcastically said: "Don't use a big knife in front of Guan Gong. Be careful to smash your own foot."

The gray-robed man's pupils shrank, and he caught a glimpse of the displeased look in the white-clothed man's side of his head, slowly letting go, his whole body still tight.

"The skills are pretty good, but the reaction is not good. He has been around you for so many years and he has trained such a group..." The cloak paused, and changed a more euphemistic word, "embroidered pillow."

The white-clothed man coughed slightly: "The Glimpse Guardian is mostly an introduction to art, and the commander is only responsible for the task and punishment. You really wronged him by what you said."

"Brother Ziyu, you know everything, why do you waste your time with more words?" A breeze blew, and the air was cold, and the cloaked man’s voice also brought a faint chill, "You are looking for me, what's the matter? ?"

"The Shadow Guard found your subordinates in the horrible cold pass. I thought he was the eyes and ears of the enemy's remnants." The white-clothed man was not moved by his murderous aura, and explained the ins and outs indifferently: "After some follow-up investigation, I know this. People come for the commander of the Glance...Although the Glance Guard is well-known in the world, everyone's identity is secret, let alone the commander? I think about it, there are only people in the world who know his identity and care about him. You are down."

The corner of the mouth under the hood twitched gently: "I am disappointed to know that I am still alive?"

The man in white shook his head, and stroked the flying heron engraved on the brocade box with his palm: "Perhaps it used to be, but now... Xiwei, I am happy to know that you are alive, at least I will not dream of him being angry with me Looks like."

The cloak's figure stagnated, his eyes fell on the brocade box, and his voice became more and more muted: "...what do you mean?"

"A month ago, the northern barbarians invaded the frightening matter. I guess you know it, otherwise you would not send someone to investigate." Glancing at the nightwalker on the dock surrounded by his subordinates, the white-clothed man's tone gradually became low. "Jianhan Pass is a major place in northern Xinjiang. Once the pass is broken, it will be as wide open as the country. However, the barbarians have been planning for a long time. This time..."

"Chu Ziyu, answer my question!" With a wave of his robe sleeves, his hood was lifted by the strong wind, and the real face of the cloaked man was exposed in the moonlight. He looked at him in his early twenties, with thin eyebrows and apricot eyes. Splashing ink gives birth to a good look. But he pressed his thin lips into a line, his eyebrows were slightly closed, and he looked like he was about to appear sharp, aggressive to the extreme.

The royal family of Da Chu takes the country as the surname. Today, the young man enthroned, reformed the law, reorganized the military, government, and people’s livelihood. The new law has been gradually implemented, and the common people have cursed it and praised it, but even the Huangkou children know that the emperor who dared to change the ancestral clan system has the name of Chu and the name of Ziyu.

Interrupted by rudeness, the emperor was not angry or angry, and just continued: "The defender died in battle, the war is in urgent need, and there are veteran officials in the court wrestling with me, so I gave the secret to the shadow guard to rush to the cold Close, do it cheaply."

The rivers and lakes are clearly separated from the court and the wild. The government still has a front line about martial arts, and the chivalrous people do not use martial arts to ban the law. This is why the delicate relationship between the court and martial arts has been maintained over the years.

But Glancing Shadow Guard is an exception.

Since ancient times, dynasties have changed, and there have been countless things changing hands. Da Chu has been handed down for only three generations. The great ancestor started in the army and knew very well about the folk affairs. After the establishment of the country, he secretly summoned martial arts masters to form a dark guard, named "Glance". It has been more than 60 years.

The first emperor was weak in nature, and was dissatisfied with the methods of the shadow guard, so he abolished it, and once abandoned it. But the first thing he did after ascending to the throne was to regain a glimpse, recruit spies and assassins, and create the sharpest knife for himself.

A knife that hangs on the neck of his enemy and will drop at any time.

No one knows how many of them there are, no one knows where they hide, and no one knows...who they are.

Chu Xun's hand touching the brocade box became slower and slower, and he whispered: "I let them guard the shock at all costs, but I didn't expect the price...

"The barbarians are strong. There are spies and dark tunes in the gate. One hundred and seventy-eight shadow guards, but they lost more than half in ten days... Finally, when the soldiers approached the city three days ago, he sneaked into the barbarian’s back and assassinated them. Chief Hutar."

The place where the heavy army is, the lurking is extremely thrilling, let alone the assassination of the enemy coach and exposure to thousands of troops?

The cold wind rushed into his back like a poisonous snake. He heard Chu Xun's voice getting softer and lighter: "After the war, the Shadow Guards rummaged through every corpse, but most of them were already broken and unrecognizable..."

"Shut up..."

"In the end, they finally found him, and he was nailed to the mountain wall by ten thousand arrows. Nothing in his body was intact, only the Jinghong Knife in his hand."

"I told you to shut up--"

With a loud shout, the man in the cloak slashed towards Chu Xun's door with a palm, and the man in the gray robe hurriedly raised the knife to meet him. The palm of his flesh collided with the blade. Not only was his skin and flesh intact, he also made a sharp sound of collision between gold and stone. The man in the cloak stood up his palm, and the four-finger-wide long knife was actually split into two pieces by him!

The blade is broken, and the front of the palm is still going to be cast off. The hand of the cloaker is like an egret splashing water, and he grabs a cutting blade between his fingers. In a flash, Chu Xun’s throat is attached, and the handle is left. Half of the knife was broken but only then landed.

The gray-robed man's gaze dazzled, and he waved his hand to signal the men on the shore to surround him, but Chu Xun smiled slightly: "Good skill, this type of'flower twisting' is no worse than the master."

The cloaker twitched his lips: "I don't believe a word of what you said."

"Yeah, he has always said so much, but it's a pity... how can you compare to God?" Chu Xun slowly pushed the blade away, raised his hand and threw the brocade box into his arms," ​​he once said I had to leave the head of the Xiangshang waiting for you to fetch it, but now there are thousands of arrows pierced through the heart, the bones are cremated and buried on the spot, only this Jinghong...I will bring you for him.

"Chu Xiwei, all sorts of grievances and grievances in the past, but now... have ended."

After saying this, he suddenly made a move and pointed Chu Xiwei's big hole in front of him like a front. Chu Xiwei was in a moment of confusion, and was caught off guard by a finger on his shoulder, as if an internal force exploded between the flesh and blood. Turning on, his face turned white, and the whole person retreated back to the swaying boat, his fingers squeezing the brocade box creaked, his tone was cold, "Thunder."

"You and I go out together. Over the past ten years, I have been with the master day and night. It is unreasonable and not as good as you." Chu Xun stood with his hand holding his hand, and there was still a group of gentlemen like jade on his face. "Long Ye will be Ming, I am It's time to return to the palace...I hope that from now on, the landscape will never meet."

The water splashed and sparkling, the boat went away silently as it came, and the guards on the pier disappeared without a trace. The men in night suits ignored the injuries and fell on the side of the boat, kneeling on one knee. : "The subordinates are not doing well, please punish the Lord!"

Chu Xiwei ignored him, holding the brocade box in her left hand, and touching the brass clasp with her right hand. His body, which has always been as solid as a rock, shook a little, and his hands were trembling. It took him a long time to open the small lock. It was not until he saw the black sheathed long knife inside that he recovered his calm. .

The three-foot long knife, **** wide, the scabbard is dark black, and the swan goose fluttering is engraved on it, so lifelike, it seems that the next moment it will break free of the copper and iron and rush into the eyes. The blade was as bright as autumn water, and as clear as a white dew cymbal, and the moonlight reflected a pale paper face.

No sound, no sound, tears streaming down his face.

"I cried..." He wiped his face in hindsight, wet, "I actually... still cry."

The tears were wiped off rudely by him, and he tugged at the corner of his mouth to laugh, but it was uglier than crying.

He picked up the knife and laughed lowly: "How can you... die? You said clearly, keep your life waiting for me... I'm not allowed, you dare to die?"

After laughing for a while, he choked again, coughed several times, and murmured: "Master... why are you going to die?"

His subordinates knelt behind him, and naturally they couldn't see what his lord looked like now.

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