Section 2: The Lonely Bird Owner

The bluestone pavement, heavy rain, kept smashing on the bodies of this group of people, and the "crackling" sound was very loud. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What the hell, this thief rain is getting heavier and heavier, Lao Tzu is like taking a stinky bath!

There were thirteen men in this line, all with swords, but not a single umbrella.

"The autumn dew is continuous, and it can be several days at a time. Instead of screaming, it is better to save effort and hurry. A middle-aged scribe took over, his tone was clear and unambiguous, but it was an authentic official language.

The lightning came as scheduled, and in the white light, I saw that the scribe was only about thirty years old, with a rectangular face, a cold expression, an extremely tall and thin figure, and a blue sky square scarf on his head.

Then there was a thunderclap. The scribe looked at the endless darkness of the night and sighed, "This rain has only been falling for less than half an hour, and it is impossible to stop immediately." ”

"Owner, why don't we withdraw to the village first. A lean man said.

The scribe glared at him: "The task assigned by the head of the sect has not been completed, how can he return easily?"

"The owner, but after chasing for so long, I haven't found the man, but I'm afraid that he has already fled elsewhere. Another person also said: "Yes, we are not very familiar with this Wuxi City, and this heavy rain has washed all the way, and we can't find any traces." ”

"Hmph, although the rain can wash away the blood, it can't wash people away. The scribe said, "Hounds do not rely solely on the blood left by their prey. ”

"What else?" asked the crowd.

The white-robed scribe pointed to his nose. "If a person is identified as prey, then there must be a certain smell of prey on him, and this smell is known only to the hunter. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, like a cunning fox raising the corners of its mouth.

"I'm afraid it's not the hunter who smells that smell, but the dog that the hunter is holding in his hand, right?"

Everyone was shocked and shouted in unison, "Who is it?"

In the darkness of the night, there was no one, but the sound sounded again, as if far away, and as if it was right in front of you, clearly piercing through the sound of the rain.

"Actually, I'm curious, how do you find that smell, silver fox. ”

The big men shouted their swords, and they were very blind. The white-clothed scribe was like a dormant poisonous snake, indifferent, and said lightly: "When ants walk, they will leave traces when they crawl, and the bees will fly with the scent of nectar, so the wounded person will inevitably bleed, and there must be a smell of blood." The poisonous snake bent down, stretched out his finger and wiped it on the bluestone pavement, then put it in his mouth and licked it: "Although the rain washes away the blood, it also washes down the smell of blood, and the smell of blood can last for a long time in the water, and my tongue is enough to tell whether there is that kind of smell in the water." ”

"It's an old fox. Hey, that's an ability, but you can't do it. The voice was clearly sarcastic, but at the same time trying to hide its true identity, the pitch of which fluctuated between high and low, low hoarse, high shrill, and erratic, not only did it not know where, but it was impossible to tell whether it was male or female.

"Wild ducks are all black, why do you wear white?" the mysterious voice asked the mysterious question.

The white-clothed scribe replied, "There are money spots on the leopard, and the tiger has a king pattern on its head, so when the little animals see these spots, they know that they are leopards and tigers." What if they were gone, if they were gone, if they were gone?"

"That's a good point, although they are the overlords of the mountains, they expose themselves too much. Revealing itself too quickly will only make its enemies understand it faster. ”

The white-clothed scribe smiled substantially: "Yes, so at all times, you must hide yourself, otherwise you will ......" Before he could finish speaking, he jumped up and grabbed his arms into the depths of the pine forest!

"Peng!" the two parted with only one move.

"So it's here, everyone!" A group of people gathered around, only to see that the mysterious man covered his face, only revealing a pair of star-like eyes, and the tight-fitting black clothes set off the graceful and graceful figure, and the two small peaks of Qingqiu on the chest outlined the ups and downs, showing that she was a woman, and she was also a mature girl, about sixteen or seventeen.

"Good fox, how did you find me?" This time, she used her real voice, which was crisp and pleasant, and it sounded better than the yellow warbler out of the valley.

"Who is the girl, and why is she following in the next row?" asked the scribe faintly, as if confident that nothing in the world could surprise him or move him.

However, this self-confidence was shattered by the following words.

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's who you are. ”

"Who am I?"

"Some people, once they have a new identity, often forget who they were before. It's a pity that if the fox were dressed as a duck, it would still be a fox, don't you say?"

"Who the hell are you?" the scribe's eyes already glowed, like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.

"'The moon is bright in the south of the city, at noon. The treasury is on fire, and not a single one is left'. ”

The scribe's face changed dramatically, and he took two steps back. When the masked man saw him at this, he was obviously very happy, and chuckled: "Hehe, the fox with the duck's head, I have to go first!"

The masked woman took advantage of the momentary distraction of the white-clothed scribe, and immediately flashed out of the encirclement and swept quickly towards the depths of the bluestone road. The scribe shouted, "Stay!" As soon as he slapped out one palm, the wind struck the rain obliquely, and the applause burst out. Even so, the power of her palm was exhausted before she could hit the masked woman, and the masked woman chuckled, dodged, and sped forward faster.

"Chase!"

"Who the hell is she?" the white-clothed scribe continued to speculate in his heart, and his turban was already crooked to one side, and he did not know whether he was trembling with fear or anger. His forehead was full of droplets, and he didn't know whether it was sweat or rain, and it trickled down like a flowing spring.

"No matter who she is, she will not be allowed to leave alive!"

The scribe's light skills were very good, and he threw the rest of the big men down in an instant, but the masked woman's light skills were even better, and in less than a moment, she threw off the distance from the scribe.

There are many small pines around, but there are no thick branches and leaves, which cannot avoid the rain, but it is enough to hide from people. Another corner, the big men finally caught up. They were slightly surprised to see the white-clothed scribe standing in a daze, and then they saw that in the rainy night, it was gray, and there was no trace of anyone except the white-clothed scribe.

They followed him, and he left her behind.

But he and they discovered something else.

"There seems to be a fire in front of you!"

The scribe nodded, "Let's go!" After he finished speaking, he glanced at the dark forest around him again: "What is that masked woman for, to bring me here?" He took a deep breath, and after a while, he saw that everyone was already in place, and he regained his former calmness and confidence. "Hmph, even if there is any ambush, am I still afraid of you coming?"

"The firelight is ahead, everyone keep up!"

"! it's a broken yard, it's still sealed!" the strong man kicked the door, and there was a loud bang. The other said, "Owner, apparently someone has come, shall we go in?"

The scribe glanced at the seal on the door, and then at the pine in front of the courtyard, as if thoughtful.

"The seal is intact, and the visitor has crossed the high wall of the courtyard from this pine tree. The scribe sighed: "Light work is very good, but you can't do it." Lift the seal and push the door. He thought to himself: "The seal reads, 'Jinyi pro-army is commanding the envoy to seal', could it be that this is the Donglin Academy built in Wuxi by the Donglin Party at the beginning?"

They crossed the path, did not enter the left and right wings, and went straight to the inner courtyard hall with the fire. Along the way, the scribe's nerves grew more and more tense. Obviously, there are many kinds of people's self-confidence, and one is pretended, once the surrounding environment changes, it is possible to make this "self-confidence" disappear.

As soon as he entered the house, the strong man began to scold: "Niang Xipi's ghost weather, net toss Lao Tzu!" The scribe said: "Qi Liu, it's already very good to have a place to shelter from the rain, what are you complaining about?" He saw that there were still two people in the inner hall, a young man in white was indifferent, and a strong man in blue sat quietly to recuperate, and arched his hand: "When it is night, come to shelter from the rain, and I hope not to be surprised." ”

The young man in white bowed his head slightly and did not answer. The man in blue opened his eyes, and it happened that the scribe also looked at him, and the two of them looked at each other, each surprised: "It's you!?"

Everyone looked at it, but the young man in white was not interested, and sat down by the fire and added firewood. The scribe said coldly to the blue-clothed man: "It's really 'stepping on the iron shoes and finding nowhere to find it, and it takes no effort to get it.'" "Deputy Gang Leader Zhou, it turns out that you are hiding here. "The man in blue is naturally Zhou Changfeng.

"Is it the 'Nine Divine Jiao'!?" the group drew their blades again. The light in the room is unclear, and if you don't distinguish it carefully, it is indeed not easy to see the other party's face.

The young man in white glanced at him, but still did not speak.

"Haha!!' How did the 'Nine Divine Jiao' become a sick loach!" The strong man named Qi Liu smiled with a single knife. The other next to him also said: "Deputy Gang Leader Zhou, you have always caused several of us to work hard and run around, and we have been drenched in the stinky rain in the middle of the night, I can't let you escape anymore today!"

Qi Liu said loudly: "Escape a fart? Master Yan will abolish his dog paws with one move, and this pig's head is the deflated loach that can't get into the soil!" Everyone laughed, and one of them said: "I heard that loach is called 'Earth Dragon', and he is also related to Deputy Gang Leader Zhou!"

The scribe frowned and scolded, "Fool, the other name of the earthworm is the earth dragon. His eyes remained motionless, only staring at the circumference wind. Zhou Changfeng had never heard of Qi Liu's invective, he only paid attention to the scribe's every move, and said coldly: "Yu Wenchen, why do you want to kill my Qinglong Gang so much, please give an explanation, so that you can understand Lao Tzu's death!"

This tall and thin scribe's name was Yu Wenchen, and there were twelve of them, all of whom were good at the Cangnan faction.

"Hehe, what's this, Your Excellency should go and ask the Yan sect head yourself. He changed his words, and said to the white-clothed young man next to Zhou Changfeng: "This brother, our brother has a grudge with this deputy gang leader of Zhou Changfeng Zhou, and I don't want to hurt the innocent, so please watch from the wall." ”

The young man sat still, thinking about it in his heart: "This week Changfeng has a prominent position in the Qinglong Gang, these thirteen people must be members of other gangs, they are in the dispute, what do I have to do for no reason?"

Seeing that he did not retreat, the people of the Cangnan faction hesitated in their hearts whether to do it immediately. Qi Liu shouted: "Stinky boy, be dead, get out of the way!" Yu Wenchen didn't know the details of this young man, but he didn't dare to ignore it: "This little friend, if you are not a henchman of the Zhou clan, you should retreat quickly, so as not to be accidentally injured by us." ”

"I didn't know him. The young man in white was slightly annoyed when he saw Qi Liu's rudeness, but when he heard Yu Wenchen's words properly, it was inconvenient to attack. He paused, but then added, "But he has been seriously injured, and if you have any grievances, you should not take advantage of others' danger." ”

"Taking advantage of people's danger?"

Qi Liu looked him up and down: "Haha, listen, he told us not to take advantage of people's danger?" The rest of the people laughed, and the young man in white took a deep breath, slowly shook his head and sighed, although he was wandering in his heart, he had already stood up. Yu Wenchen knew that both sides had their own scruples, and it was a matter of time before the other party retreated, so he didn't say anything more at the moment.

Seeing that the young man in white shirt did not retreat for a long time, he took off his shirt, revealing his dark muscles, and shouted: "Boy, fuck off your stinky duck eggs! Didn't you hear what Lao Tzu said? Grandma, beware of the old man even solving it with you!"

The young man shrugged his eyebrows and glared coldly: "I have something important, and I don't want to cause more trouble." But if you have the guts, you might as well come up and try it. "People who don't have the ability but insist on pretending to be very capable are obviously very annoying.

As soon as the young man in white finished speaking, Yu Wenchen immediately understood that he was not a member of the Qinglong Party, and he was afraid that he had nothing to do with it. And Zhou Changfeng knew that he had great skills, but he was unwilling to get involved in this grievance.

Zhou Changfeng leaned his back against the wall and barely stood up, and said to Qi Lao Liu and the others while coughing: "Yu Wenchen, there is a debtor and a master, you are here for Lao Tzu, don't embarrass others, let's go together!"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart: "Zhou Changfeng has such a backbone this week?"

Yu Wenchen sneered unconsciously: "Deputy Gang Leader Zhou, you are a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, it is difficult to protect yourself, do you still want to take care of others? It's a pity that one of the three orders issued by the gang leader is to ask for your head!"

Qi Liu beckoned, and with a single swing of his knife, he slashed at the top of Zhou Changfeng's head. Zhou Changfeng was short, and his right hand poked towards Qi Liu's "middle acupoint", so how could Qi Liu avoid the grasp of the "Nine Divine Jiao"? It's just that Zhou Changfeng was seriously injured, and his fingers were weak, although he took Zhongqi Liu's vital point, he was powerless to hurt him, so he had to sigh secretly: "I want Lao Tzu to be so martial artistic, I can't even let this guy down." ”

Yu Wenchen saw that Qi Liu was restrained, and slapped his palm under the circumference wind. When the young man in white saw this move, he said secretly: "This farmer's martial arts are very good, I'm afraid it's not under the long wind." "The circumference of the wind hurriedly let go of Qi Liu, leaning against the side of the wall. He knew that his internal injuries were quite serious, and he did not dare to compete with Yu Wenchen.

When everyone saw Yu Wenchen's move, they also retreated to the side, just to prevent Zhou Changfeng from taking the opportunity to escape. Yu Wenchen entered with both palms again, and Zhou Changfeng opened the "probe hand" and poked the opponent's lower abdomen. The young man in white bowed slightly, and said in his heart: "This trick is not bad, the 'Nine Divine Jiao' really has a hand." "Yu Wenchen's left hand is open, and his right palm is coming, as long as he forces Zhou Changfeng to compete for palm power.

The young man was disgusted: "This person is shameless! I know that the other party has internal injuries, but he still does this." But then I thought again: "Fighting fiercely, and also paying attention to the art of war and strategy, knowing that the enemy can't attack him, isn't it also the best strategy?"

Zhou Changfeng was helpless, so he had to turn his body to the side, but he didn't want to bump into the waste bookshelf on the right.

Qi Liu sneered: "Hehe, now see where you can roll!Owner, give him a ruthless one!" As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Wenchen slapped his palm at Zhou Changfeng. Zhou Changfeng was shrouded by Yu Wenchen's palm, and he had no choice but to push forward with both palms and take his move.

Hearing the sound of "bang!", Zhou Changfeng flew to the side with the bookshelf. When the young man in white saw the bookshelf cut in two in the middle, his heart ached inexplicably. Zhou Chang spurted blood from the wind and slowly propped himself up, obviously unable to fight again.

Yu Wenchen walked up to Zhou Changfeng and said, "Deputy Gang Master Zhou, next year and today will be your death day." After speaking, he raised his hand and was about to slap it down on Zhou Changfeng's head.