Li Kai was sitting upright in a coarse cloth shirt, eating breakfast, in front of him were a few small porcelain bowls, a bowl of gruel and a few plates of pickles were his breakfast, almost every day, his life was very regular, and he was extremely polite when eating, it was better to say that it was mechanical, it was always a chopstick pickle with the same amount, and a mouthful of gruel was no more and no less. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After eating, and after tidying up the table, he was ready to go out of the house, with a horsewhip in his hand, and he was a charioteer and a charioteer, and he went out on time at this time of the day.

Sunrise and sunset and rest, is the same way of work that lasts for thousands of years, out of instinct he noticed that something is wrong, because the surroundings are too quiet, not that he gets up too early, sunrise and sunset and rest, is the same way of work that lasts for thousands of years, generally at this time there will be all kinds of sounds on this street, parents scolding, children's crying, the sound of striking iron in the iron shop, and the sound of the breakfast shop on the corner of the street fills this street, constituting the most ordinary market image.

However, it was quiet now, there was neither the sound of parents scolding their children nor the sound of the old blacksmith in the blacksmith making iron, and he instinctively wondered if everyone had overslept today, but he knew that things were not so simple, so he turned and pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

Li Kaifu walked out again, but the horsewhip in his hand was gone, replaced by an iron sword, a sharp blade.

He just looked at the entrance of the alley quietly, as if someone was waiting for him there, as if to confirm his hunch A young man in a gray shirt came slowly from the alley, and at the same time, several men in black clothes came from all sides, guarding the various passages of the alley.

However, looking at all this happening around him, looking at Liu Qu in front of him, Li Kai didn't have too many emotions, he just remembered too much, remembering his immaturity when he entered the palace, the excitement when he became a guard in Xianyang Palace, and the scene when he instructed him to practice swords, these scenes rushed through his mind and finally turned into calm.

"You should know that I deliberately let you go, as you said, you are still young, and there are still many times that you should not follow me as an old man, but I didn't expect you to take this step after all."

Holding a sword in his hand, he looked at Liu Qu, who was also holding a sword, and said in a deep voice: "Why? ”

"Do you know why?" Liu Qu did not answer, but asked rhetorically.

Li Kai smiled dryly, "I do know." ”

"If you're like me, if you hand over that kid, you'll get everything I have now, and even more than I do."

Liu Qu is right, if he leaves, he can surrender to the empire like him, as the deputy chief of guard, he will get more benefits, greater power, and higher status, but he is not Liu Qu, he is a soldier of Li Kai's empire, regardless of the past or the past.

Li Kai didn't say anything more, and looked at Liu Qu in front of him and pulled out the iron sword.

"Let's do it!"

"My lord! Do you want us to ......," a person behind Liu Qu leaned forward and whispered.

Liu Quyi waved his hand, "This is a matter between me and him." ”

A not-so-crisp sword sound sounded from the cabin, it was not loud, and even a slightly louder sound could drown it out, but the sound of the sword was so clear and even harsh to everyone's ears.

Li Kai took the lead in taking out his sword, and the sword like lightning struck Liu Qu's throat.

Liu Qu took a few steps back and blocked the sword.

The two swords collided, and countless sparks burst into the air.

Li Kai is the deputy chief of guard of Xianyang Palace, his swordsmanship is naturally extraordinary, and most of Liu Qu's kung fu comes from his guidance, he knows every move he makes, as well as his movements before making moves, but he is old, and his skills are naturally not as good as before.

Li Kai found a moment, and the iron sword grazed Liu Qu's forearm and hit him on the wrist accurately, slapping the long sword in his hand to the ground.

The next moment, the sharp tip of the sword appeared in his throat.

"You're going to kill me?"

Liu Qu didn't have any change on his face in the face of the sharp blade that was close to self-control, but instead smiled mockingly.

"You know it's impossible, even if you kill me, they won't change, and it's just wishful thinking that you want to hold me hostage and escape."

Li Xingzhong originally had this idea and wanted to kidnap Liu Qu to escape.

It's just that he looked at the net killer around him who didn't change anything, and instead of any nervous expression, he clenched the sword in his hand even more, waiting to strike a fatal blow at any time.

They are killers, they are hidden existences in the dark, what they know is to kill, since they want to kill, they will be ready to be killed, even if Liu Qu is one of them now, although their expressions are a little strange, but there is no more reaction.

He lowered the iron sword in his hand.

Liu Qu took a few sharp steps back, widening the distance between him and him.

"Why?"

He asked a few times, but this time it was the most decisive.

"Because there are only two of us left in the fifth group of guards, I must keep some blood for the brethren."

A group of snare killers surrounded him.

Li Kai was able to resist at first with his superb swordsmanship, but in the competition, he had already consumed too much internal strength, and he was too old after all, and his physical strength was gradually exhausted.

So there were many small wounds on his body, although there were many wounds, but they were not fatal, and countless small beads of blood overflowed from his wounds, wetting large areas of his clothes.

He knew that he was still alive because of the mercy of these snare killers, but because they needed him to live, and only he who was alive was valuable.

He fended off the attack of his first two blades and turned around, darting forward, but the other sword easily pierced his shoulder, the sound of bones shattering was clearly audible.

He didn't stop, as if he couldn't feel the stinging pain of the moment.

At the cost of this stab, he scurried around the corner of the street, his only advantage was that he was familiar with the structure of several nearby alleys.

He knows what's around the corner? There was a carriage parked there, and he was a coachman, and of course he should do what a coachman should do.

He smashed through the curtain at the back of the carriage and fell into the carport, endured the dizziness of blood loss, and stabbed the long sword in his hand into the horse in front of him.

The horse neighed and began to gallop down the narrow street.