However, for the Jinyi Guard, the dagger is light and agile, and it is perfect for assassination in the dark. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The Info sword is a common weapon, but it's too cumbersome for them.

Even if one of the symbols of Jinyiwei is the embroidered spring knife. However, the most experienced and excellent Jinyi guards understand that only the dagger is the best choice.

Abandoning a dagger in favor of a sword is like cutting off an arm.

Sure enough, when she took the sword thrown by Zheng Sizan, the woman instinctively frowned, and danced left and right a few times before the sword was more comfortable.

"So, what are you going to do?" Zheng Sizan asked lightly, "Even if I use a sword, I, or the more than ten shadow guards who are secretly guarding me at the moment, are as weak as ants under your sword." ”

"Childe, I'm just an ordinary assassin. An assassin who covets the Zheng family's money and has a hot head. It's no longer an instant killing for Jinyiwei, but it gives you enough time to resist. The woman clenched the sword in her hand.

"If there is time to fully react, this son, as the sister-in-law of the Zheng family, can summon more than 100 family shadow guards to protect him. Zheng Sizan suddenly understood the woman's plan.

However, the more he understood, the more cold his heart became.

Only cool thin. From the beginning to the end, he had no fear or anger, and he could only see that they were led to the most wrong end under their respective infallible positions.

Zheng Sizan resolutely said again: "You are injured." Moreover, it is estimated that the injury is not light, and it is not as good as usual. ”

"Don't worry about the injury. I will give you a death worthy of you, and please give it to me, worthy of my battle. The woman was stunned.

She immediately took out a piece of black cloth and wrapped her entire head, revealing only two eyes and a nose, which were connected with the black clothes.

At that moment, the momentum of her whole body changed.

Indifferent, bloodthirsty, violent, a pair of eyes flowed with Shura-like killing intent, as if she hadn't moved yet, and there was a ghost crying in Huangquan.

It's like the gluttony that is buried deep awakens. As long as it is all buried in the dark night, the gluttony that can only be awakened finally opens its bloody mouth.

Zheng Sizan's face was suddenly full of solemnity. He raised his hand, and a bamboo tube of fireworks flew through his fingertips, exploding lightly under the autumn sky.

Half a quarter of an hour later, countless black shadows appeared silently on the banks of Weishui like ghosts.

One by one, one by one, like locusts flashing in the sky, like a cage under the head in the night.

"This is all the family shadow guards that I can summon as my son-in-law. Zheng Sizan stood in the protective circle, his expression was a little complicated, "There are three hundred in total." ”

Three hundred. Three hundred to one.

Even if the opponent is Jinyiwei, in the case of being injured and abandoning the dagger, the outcome of this battle is a little unpredictable.

However, all this only made the woman's eyes more and more blazing with fighting intent, which was an almost bloodthirsty fanaticism.

"Slash!"

The woman clenched the sword in her hand, and with a clear drink, she greeted it like an arrow from the string.

……

An hour later, tranquility was restored on the banks of the Weishui River.

Crows circled, ghosts cried, and the autumn wind filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

The waters of the Wei River near the shore are dyed blood-red, and the 300 corpses piled up on the riverside are like a human graveyard.

There were only two people left.

Zheng Sizan still stood with his hands in his hands, but when he touched the corpses all over the ground, his face turned pale: "Three hundred against one, three hundred are all destroyed." Even if it is with a sword, it is worthy of a brocade guard. ”

Zheng Sizan raised his eyes to look at the woman opposite, and his eyebrows couldn't bear it: "However, killing a thousand enemies will cause eight hundred." Is it worth it?"

The woman was still breathing, but she was completely inhuman.

There was no intact place on his body, the scars all over the body were deep and the bones were visible, and the flesh and blood were blurred in the cracks of the broken black clothes.

Her face cloth had been shattered, revealing a small face the size of a palm, pale as a dead man, and blood was gurgling down, staining the ground beneath her feet.

"But I won in the end...... Finally returned her and knelt down......" The woman murmured weakly, her eyes filled with reassurance.

She wiped the blood on her face and looked at Zheng Sizan, who was originally seriously injured and congested, but suddenly burst out with a fine light.

"Then, Zheng Gongzi, you and I should break off. ”

Zheng Sizan's eyebrows were calm, and he smiled coldly: "Now that I think about it, does it make sense? After so many deaths, you have put so much effort into it, and the final outcome is still the same." ”

The woman's eyes flashed, and she shook her head and nodded: "Maybe not." However, do all the grievances in this world have to be meaningful?"

"If according to Childe, everyone is going to die anyway, and they can't take anything with them, so why fight for it?"

Zheng Sizan looked at the Wei River wistfully, the river is eternal, no matter the red dust is disturbed, no matter the spring grass is annihilated in the tomb.

"It's hard enough to live, and if you don't even struggle, you won't be able to live. said that it is a matter of life, and sometimes, it is just for the sake of a breath that it is not in vain to go through the world. ”

The abruptness on Zheng Sizan's face dissipated, and gradually became a kind of transparency, a kind of transparency as pure as a baby.

The Buddha said: An epiphany. Hongchen smiled.

The woman was silent.

She didn't think about it so much, but she just felt that whether it was meaningful or meaningless was a matter of self-knowledge, not so easy, and what could be used to judge.

"The abandonment of the dagger is to balance the strength of both sides. Three hundred to one, in order to pull the winning and losing to an equal interface. Instead of making me like an ant, I will be crushed in an instant with a kick. Even if the result is the same, at least I can make the ant struggle. ”

Zheng Sizan's smile became thicker, like fireworks in the daytime, brilliant to the extreme, no one saw it, but it was about to wither.

Even if sentient beings are like ants, ants have the struggles of ants.

Even if the end is death, no one is qualified to say that it is futile.

Struggling ants, so can be called human.

The person who gives the ants a chance to struggle, so he shows a Dan heart.

"You don't need to say it, I'm just her wish. Worthy of your death, that's probably it. The woman's expression was complicated.

"I, Zheng Sizan, am willing to gamble and lose. There are no regrets in death, and there are bones in death, thank you. Zheng Sizan laughed out loud in relief, then solemnly leaned over and waved his hand and saluted the woman, "However, I should call you ......"

Zheng Sizan's words were paused.

He raised his eyes slightly, looked at the dagger that the woman had replaced on the river stone, and his tone suddenly became faint.

"I'm the maid who should call you Xinyi, Green Butterfly. It is still the thirty-sixth generation of Nanzhen Fusi Zhenfu, Nanxiuchun. ”

No one answered him.

I saw a black shadow galloping like a ghost, a line of dagger cold light flashed, and the kung fu was shorter than the blink of an eye, and I didn't even have time to exclaim.

The bones were gone, and the man's head rolled to the ground.

There are three inscriptions on the dagger, outlined by blood: Nan Xiuchun.

There is silence on the riverside, only the autumn wind is swaying, the Weishui is thousands of miles clear, and the geese are hissing.

In a fishing boat in the middle of the river, there is a child fishing with his father on the bow of the boat, singing a nursery rhyme from the past.

"The butterflies of the three springs are flying, and the heart of the dark night Dan is reflected in all directions......"

Xin Yi saw the green butterfly again in the evening of the second day.

Green Butterfly was carried back by the Zheng family's servant, saying that the Zheng family was dealing with some scenes on the banks of the Weishui River and found her unconscious.

It seems that he accidentally stumbled, fell off the river cliff, and was scraped all over the river by the sharp stones on the riverside. Someone recognized her as the maid of Huai'an Junjun, so they sent her back by the way.