It's late at night, and it's quiet.

Yan Yu'an, who was supposed to continue to sleep soundly, suddenly woke up, she rubbed her head, it seemed that it was because she had slept for too long, or because of the rain, her head also hurt a little. She got up and sat on the bed, and began to think about why she was here, she vaguely remembered that she was first drenched in the rain, and then she fetched a bucket of water, and she was really tired, so she fell asleep on Zhiqiu's bed for a while.

Yan Yu'an looked out the window and found that it was pitch black, and he didn't know what time it was. She got out of bed and staggered out of the house, stumbling and nearly falling.

"I don't know where Xiao Zhiqiu went, this person doesn't let me worry at all. Yan Yu thought at ease.

When she went out of the gate and out of the alley, she found that there was no one on the street, it was pitch black, Yan Yu'an felt a little scared, she still went back to Zhiqiu's house, she didn't dare to lock the door, what if Zhiqiu went home, what if the door couldn't be opened? She had to cover the door, and then she went back to the room and sat on the bed.

Zhiqiu was on his way to the pharmacy in the west of the city, and his head hurt badly since he woke up. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he went to the old pharmacy to find some medicine to drink.

When he walked slowly to the door of the pharmacy, Zhiqiu found that the door was locked, probably closed, he glanced at the moonlight, and found that the night was indeed late at this time, so he had to give up, so he had to go home.

The young man thought that the eldest lady was still asleep, and he was afraid that he would wake her up when he went back, so his pace slowed down a little, and he followed Ji Zhengyi's example, with his hands behind his back, and wandered around the street, like an official patrolling his territory.

But as soon as he had walked a few steps, he noticed a man dressed in black, carrying a lantern in his hand, but the light was quite faint.

At first, Zhiqiu thought that this person was an ordinary person, but as he walked, he found that the man with the lantern seemed to have been staring at him closely. Zhiqiu felt a little strange, in the middle of the night, why did this person keep staring at him? Not to mention that he didn't look like those thieves.

Zhiqiu was a little vigilant at this time.

At the moment of passing by, Zhiqiu's gaze met that of the man in black, and the former suddenly noticed that the man's eyes suddenly became hideous. Zhiqiu secretly said that it was not good in his heart, so he subconsciously lowered his head, turned sideways, and just dodged the dagger that the man in black took out of his arms.

The man in black didn't stop, he raised the knife, brandished it and rushed towards Zhiqiu's side.

Zhiqiu didn't have time to think about it, so he ran away.

Even he didn't dare to look back, instinctive instinct told him that he couldn't turn back, and if he did, maybe in an instant his neck would be wiped clean.

Zhiqiu ran three hundred meters in one go, still sprinting with all his might, he really couldn't run, so he wanted to stop and take a breath, but just when he wanted to relax, he caught a glimpse of a light in front of him.

The light emitted by a lantern.

I don't know when, the man in black was already in front of Zhiqiu, he was standing straight, still holding the lantern in his hand, and his face was expressionless.

Like a living dead carrying a lantern.

Zhiqiu didn't think about it, and immediately ran in the opposite direction again, this time he didn't even think about where to run, just ran towards the front, bent on getting rid of the man in black.

But this time the man in black didn't seem to want to give him a chance, and in the blink of an eye, the man in black was in front of Zhiqiu again.

Zhiqiu felt an inexplicable sense of fear, the beads of sweat on his forehead kept falling, he didn't even dare to wipe it, he gritted his teeth, and stood still.

"Who are you?" Zhiqiu thought about delaying for some time.

The man in black didn't say a word, picked up the knife and walked over, unhurried.

One step, two steps, three steps ....

Zhiqiu stayed where he was, motionless, not even thinking of resisting.

If the man in black just now rushed towards him with a knife, Zhiqiu would feel that this person was just an ordinary assassin, with almost no aura of a cultivator or a cultivator.

And from the "race" just now, no matter how stupid Zhiqiu was, he could find that this person was obviously a cultivator.

How can ordinary people move in front of them in the blink of an eye?

Zhiqiu's face was now like ashes, and the man in black was holding a lifeless knife, approaching him step by step as if it were black and white.

Every step that the man in black dropped, it fell heavily on Zhiqiu's heart.

Hit Zhiqiu's heart hard.

Zhiqiu couldn't care so much now, and he began to continue: "Before I die, can't you let me know who I died in?"

The man in black still didn't speak, and in a blink of an eye, he had come to Zhiqiu's face.

Just one step apart.

The man in black raised his knife high, his figure reflected on the ground with the moonlight, looking extremely slender, and his left hand still carried a lantern.

Zhiqiu suddenly felt that the lantern was like a guide to his way home.

Also, after three years, it's time to go home.

Zhiqiu closed his eyes and waited for the end.

The moment he closed his eyes, he didn't think of anything, and in the last moment, Zhiqiu showed a hint of anger on his face.

The priest of the kingdom lied to him with wine, and the old man said that before people die, the deeds of their life will come to mind.

Obviously, this head is blank.

Zhiqiu didn't care about scolding that old man for being a liar, he was going to die anyway, but before he died, he suddenly remembered that Miss Yun hadn't seen her for a long time.

But it seems that before he died, he couldn't let go of the eldest lady.

Who can the eldest lady marry in the future?

He can't let it go, that stupid big man, his head is not bright, and he will have to be calculated in the future.

And Xi An'an, Xu Jing...

He said that this man was about to die, and his words were good.

But before Qiu died, he suddenly wanted to say: "Bring wine!"

Zhiqiu closed his eyes and thought about it a lot, but after thinking about it, he found that something was wrong with the situation, why did this knife not fall for a long time, but he was timid and didn't dare to open his eyes to see.

So Zhiqiu counted, and he found that he had counted almost a hundred, and before the knife fell, he barely mustered up his courage and slowly opened his eyes.

The man in black was still holding a knife and a lantern in his hand.

But he didn't move, as if he had been pointed, but there were some blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

Zhiqiu swallowed his saliva, he stretched out his right hand, squeezed it into a fist, summoned up the courage of his life, and gave the man in black a circle so hard, and the latter fell to the ground with a bang.

Zhiqiu's eyes widened and his mouth widened, looking extremely surprised.

It wasn't that he was surprised that he was able to take down the man in black with one punch, but that he saw the man behind the man with a big black umbrella.

The teacher of the cabin: Mr. Wen.

Mr. Wen was still holding the big black umbrella in his hand, but blood was constantly falling from the handle of the umbrella, and a faint smile appeared on his face, just staring at Zhiqiu.

Zhiqiu was also stunned, not knowing what to say, and after thinking for a while, he spoke: "Wen... Mr. Wen: Is it really you?"

The man with the black umbrella smiled: "It can't be fake, it can't be fake." ”

When Zhiqiu heard this familiar voice, he relieved his heart, he sat on the ground, gasped for breath, and said, "Mr. Wen... Thank you!"

Mr. Wen put away the black umbrella, put it on the ground, and walked over to sit with Zhiqiu.

Zhiqiu was a little embarrassed when he saw Mr. Wen sitting on the ground with him, and said, "Sir, you don't have to do it, this ground is dirty, and your clothes are dirty." I'll rest for a while, and then I'll invite you to my house and drink two pots!"

Mr. Wen shook his head and said softly, "Zhiqiu, do you know who that person is?"

Zhiqiu also shook his head, and said dejectedly: "This person is very strange, I said that before I died, I wanted to know who killed me, so I wanted to hear his name, thinking that I would not let him go if I was a ghost." But he was fine, he always had the expression of a living dead, carrying a tattered lantern, and did not say a word. ”

Mr. Wen looked at Zhiqiu and quipped, "You seem to be in a good mood, how can you have escaped death?"

Zhiqiu said quickly: "Sir, you don't know, I'm like this, in fact, I'm scared to death, I've been in Suzhou for three years, and it's the first time I've encountered this kind of thing." After that, I still don't come out very much at night, how can I come out once in a while, and my head is almost gone. ”

Mr. Wen did not talk this time.

Zhiqiu suddenly remembered something, he pointed to the body of the black-clothed man next to him, and whispered, "Sir, where are we going to carry this corpse?"

Mr. Wen said softly, "Don't worry. Then he waved the palm of his left hand at the corpse, and the corpse burned on its own, leaving nothing behind in a few moments.

Zhiqiu's mouth opened wide again, and he said in an extremely subtle voice, "Sir, do you still accept disciples?"

After hearing this, Mr. Wen laughed and said, "Zhiqiu, don't you have a master?"

The young man was puzzled for a while, and said softly: "Sir, how do you know that I have a master?"

Mr. Jiaoshu suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he had to add: "I met the old shopkeeper in the bookstore a few days ago, and he said that he had accepted a closed disciple, whose name was Zhiqiu. ”

Mr. Wen paused and continued, "It's not the same name and surname, right?"

Zhiqiu lowered his head and whispered: "What kind of master, my own closed disciples are about to have their heads wiped off with a knife." Don't want such a master. ”

Who knew that Mr. Wen had excellent hearing, and when he heard it, he knocked heavily on Zhiqiu's head, and the latter looked at Mr. Wen with a surprised expression.

Mr. Wen scolded loudly: "Anyway, since you are the closed disciple of the old shopkeeper, you have to respect the teacher, not to mention that the old shopkeeper is not in Suzhou today, otherwise he will not come to save you?"

Zhiqiu seemed to have heard some mysteries, and he didn't care that Mr. Wen had beaten him before, he smiled and said, "Mr. Wen, my husband really knows how to fight?"

Mr. Wen sighed again, how could this young man grasp the point every time.

It is not appropriate to continue to speak today.