In the west wind at night, the eagle eagle flies in the nine days.

The cold wind and drizzle kill blood!

Xia Mu leaned on Luo Kedi, looked at the dozen or so Japanese slaves around him, and saw that Hayina Erlang was wearing the carcass armor of the Dongyi Daimyo, and the golden horns on the helmet stood tall.

"Brother Xia, what should we do?" After all, Luo Kedi is still young, not as calm as Xia Mu, and at this moment, seeing that the other party is overwhelmed, he is a little flustered.

Xia Mu let the rain pour on, the clear sword of the embroidered spring knife reflected his eyes, the faint firelight reflected the hazy moon shadow, and the unbundled hair fell on his shoulders.

Ah Sang felt some joy for the rest of his life after the catastrophe, seeing Childe come to save him, staring at him like this, for some reason a touch of crimson floated on his cheeks.

The corners of Saya Erlang's mouth showed a hint of mockery, although these two people were Jinyi Guards, they were inevitably a little arrogant, and they dared to chase and kill, looking at Xia Mu at this moment, and said with a smile: "Your knife, soon!" ”

A sneer was printed from between Xia Muqing's cold eyebrows, "Those who offend me will be killed!" ”

"Yaga!" Wasai Erlang can still understand Chinese, his heart is full of resentment in an instant, he glared at Xia Mu and the others angrily, and when his eyes swept to Luo Kedi, the corners of his mouth suddenly showed a sneer, "That one is called dyeing marriage, it tastes very good!" ”

"Livestock!" When Luo Kedi saw the Japanese slave mention the marriage, the anger in his chest rose, and he rushed out with the embroidered spring knife.

Xia Mu secretly said badly, knowing that the Japanese slaves were deliberately provoking the enemy, they couldn't use force, so they wanted to win by numbers!

Suddenly, Xia Mu fell into the siege of the Japanese slaves, and the four Japanese slaves plus Wasai Jiro, a total of five people, besieged and killed himself like a lamp.

Suddenly, the long knife of the Japanese slave swept and stabbed straight at Xia Mu's abdomen, so frightened that Ah San's face turned white in the distance.

Xia Mu was in the midst of the electric light, and the embroidered spring knife in his hand rubbed the long knife of the Japanese slave, "Grandpa is not easy to kill!" ”

Xia Mu hated this group of Japanese slaves who disturbed the southeast, and there was no room for mercy, in the past ten years, his knife skills have been achieved, a five-tiger broken door knife was thrown out, and the embroidered spring knife buzzed, and it firmly penetrated the collarbone of the Japanese slave who killed him, and nailed into the thick bamboo behind him.

With a pop, the slave's eyes widened, and his head drooped, and he couldn't see that he could live.

But just when it was too late to turn back and fight back, Wasa Jiro slashed Xia Mu's leg with a knife, although it was not the first time he was injured, but it still hurt badly.

Suddenly, sweat the size of a soybean on his forehead mixed with rain flowed down. With a "bell", the embroidered spring knife in Xia Mu's hand was slashed by the long knife of the Japanese slave, and he couldn't help but feel numb in his arm and took two steps back, but it angered the blood in Xia Mu's chest even more!

Just look at him slashing over in a disorderly manner, and a knife just slashed at the bald head of a Japanese slave, and suddenly there was a chirp, and the Japanese slave's brain burst out, and red and white things poured out.

Xia Mu only felt that all the anger in the past few days had been eliminated, and his heart was hearty, but the tiger's mouth in his hand was shattered, and blood overflowed, but he didn't know it, and continued to look at Wasai Jiro, shouted and rushed forward.

Who knew that this Wasa Erlang was extremely agile, and he dodged Xia Mu's attack with one rollover, and pierced Xia Mu's shoulder with a backhand.

Suddenly, a raw pain spread, his lips turned white, and blood gushed out, but he didn't realize it, pulled out the dagger hidden in his waist, and stabbed it into Wasai Jiro's chest.

"Yaga!" Xia Mu's face was full of blood, Wasai Erlang was evil, and with a fierce force, he twisted the knife in Xia Mu's shoulder, which made Xia Mu scold, but he hit Wasai Erlang on the bamboo fiercely.

"Die!" Xia Mu's face was hideous, and he roared loudly, like a vicious beast rushing out of hell, "Dongyi clown, since you dare to invade my Daming, you are doomed to not be able to go back!" Those who offend my Chinese will be killed even if they are far away! Saying that, he forcibly endured the pain, and in the frightened look of Wasai Jiro, he pulled out the dagger on his chest, changed the position and inserted it fiercely!

"Those who offend my Chinese are not sorry to die, and it is not enough to die!" Xia Mu frantically inserted several knives, and when he pulled out the dagger again, the blood dripped to the ground, and it was dyed crimson in an instant, like a large blooming bewitching peony.

At this moment, three Japanese slaves in the distance rushed together, and the long knife was aimed at Xia Mu's abdomen, and he was about to kill. Xia Mu knelt on the ground, the blood on his shoulders stained his flying fish suit, but looking at the rushing Japanese slaves, he didn't have much fright, he turned around without regret to meet him, the flying fish suit was stained with blood more and more weird and bewitching, staggered a few steps, but explained a calm fact to Ah San, who was crying in the distance: "In my life, the only choice I have made without regrets is to participate in this battle and defend the dignity of my Chinese nation with my life!" ”

"Childe ——!" Ah Sang pulled away an entangled Japanese slave and was about to save him, but the short distance of tens of meters between the two of them turned out to be a chasm that could never be crossed, separating life and death.

Xia Mu looked up like a man and laughed: "Who said that the men of the Han family are bloodless, Dongyi clowns, and those who jump off the beam, although they are far away, they will be killed!" ”

Before the words fell, I heard a loud laugh from the sky: "If it's really my Ming Jinyiwei, a good Dongyi clown will be killed even though he is far away!" ”

Xia Mu opened his eyes, only to see a black dress flash in front of him, and then the cold light in the night sky flashed like a meteor, and suddenly three screams came, but he saw that the three killed slaves had been separated.

In front of him, a man wearing a big hat with a wild goose feather appeared, dressed in a flying fish suit, stirring the night sky, the long knife in his hand was raised obliquely, a few wisps of blood circulated and faded on the cold knife, and a few wisps of plum blossoms were revealed on the bright blade, piercing people's eyes.

"Embroidered Spring Knife!" Xia Mu shouted out in surprise, "It's Jinyiwei!" ”

A smile appeared at the corner of the man's mouth, like the eyes of an eagle falcon, looking at the Japanese slave in front of him, suddenly condensed, the long knife was raised in the air, and roared: "The cold light embroiders the spring, where is the Ming brocade guard!" ”

There was a long howl, and the sound of footsteps in the distance came, and then I saw rows of brocade guards holding embroidered spring knives rushing out of the dense bamboo forest, forming a column, cutting off the Japanese slaves and Luo Ke's enemies.

The man who saved Xia Mu slowly dropped the embroidered spring knife in his hand and shouted: "Kill!" ”

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Then the killing sound was like thunder, and it rose to the ground. Dozens of brocade guards rushed up like a tide, with a fierce momentum, and in one round, they killed dozens of slaves.

Xia Mu saw the person who came, wiped the blood on his face, and shouted with some joy: "Brother Yang! ”

Yang Qian hurriedly helped Xia Mu up, seeing that he was still a little baby who was not afraid of heaven and earth, but now he has become a Jinyi guard who can kill enemies for the country!

Back then, it was Yang Wan who single-handedly brought Xia Mu into Jinyiwei and taught him swordsmanship with his own hands. At this moment, Yang Wan raised his right arm, put it on Xia Mu's left shoulder, and said with a smile: "Good boy, you just used this hand to kill Wasai Erlang, Dongyi clown." ”

Xia Mu let out an "ah", a trembling voice overflowed from his throat, and when he lowered his head, he saw that his hands were already covered with blood, and he couldn't help but be a little confused.

Fine black iron embroidered spring knife, one knife to kill people!

This is Jinyiwei. The heavier the rain, Xia Mu knew that there was no turning back on this road.

Thinking of the first murder that year, he also began to be afraid, began to hesitate, began to be confused, and went to a road that seemed to be paved with blood, the fear of drilling into his heart with every step, stepping on human life at every step, embroidering the short knife of spring, the cold piercing bones, and the cold heart.

He still deeply remembers that when he was fourteen years old, the first time he joined Jinyiwei to kill, it was to use the short knife given by Yang Wan to pierce the man's heart, and the moment that man died he could never forget, the man glared at him fiercely, and the man's blood almost spurted out and fell on his heart.

It turns out that human life in this world is so cheap.

Xia Mu's vision contains too much, from an actor to an executioner, this is a mental journey.

Thinking that when Xia Mu raised his head again, his eyes became clear again, and he looked at Yang Wan and said with a smile: "Brother Yang, why did you come back to Xinghua." ”

Yang Qian's eyes sank when he mentioned this: "The Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies has issued an order to remove the Japanese, and I am going to the Mansion of General Ouyang Shen of Pinghaiwei on this trip, and Xinghua is afraid that it will not be guaranteed." Passing by here, I saw that your two brothers were in trouble, so I came to help. Okay......"

Saying that, Yang Qian patted Xia Mu on the shoulder, "In the light, you recuperate first, our brothers will fight side by side in a short time, and then the eldest brother will take you to kill the Japanese slaves together." ”

After saying that, Yang Wan gave an order, dozens of brocade guards raised their bullfighting tents, sneaked into the night with the wind, and disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest.

Hearing Yang Wan's words, he was familiar with history, his heart trembled coldly, the capture of Xinghua by Japanese slaves is an inevitable event in history, this day is finally coming, what can he do?

Thinking about the evidence of Yan Dang's crimes tightened his chest, maybe the day when he avenged his uncle Zhaoxue is not far away, and it is less than a year before Yan Song steps down.

Just as he was thinking about it, a flash of lightning followed by a thunderclap, and he saw Ah Sang's body stiffen, and he was so frightened that he threw himself into Xia Mu's arms, sticking to his broad chest, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Xia Mu saw that Ah Sang was frightened by this, and looked at the injured Luo Kedi on the side, picked up the embroidered spring knife with blood in the rain, and hurriedly said, "Ke Enemy, let's go." ”

The three left, leaving behind the hideous corpses of dozens of Japanese slaves.

The embers fell, and the dark red banana on the screen. The fragrance is fragrant, and the plums are ripe in the dream.

A spring rain and a dream, Xia Mu slept very unsteadily this night, and he was sentimental and sentimental, and he had reached the point of breaking his intestines.

The room was filled with incense and candlelight. Xia Mu couldn't sleep, sat at the rosewood table, heard the exclamation from the bed, and hurried around the six screens painted with moon shadows and autumn lotuses before he could speak, and went straight to the bed.

Outside the window, the wind suddenly blows, and the candlelight is about to be extinguished. I saw Ahsan cowering beside the bed, trembling uncontrollably.

Ah Sang looked at the light veil lifted by the wind, as if she saw the night when the dye marriage was killed, the blood lotus blooming on the quilt, fear hit her heart again, her brows were twisted, she bit her lips tightly, just another burst of thunder, she looked up, only to see the figure that made her feel at ease walking quietly, and the candlelight illuminated Xia Mu's shadow slender and reflected on the autumn lotus screen.

Xia Mu looked at Ah San's pale face, his brows furrowed, and he felt distressed, how could a woman in this era be so fragile, he raised his right arm, put it on her shoulder slowly, and said softly: "What? Another nightmare? ”

Ah Sang burst into tears: "I dreamed that you had a sword in your hands, covered with blood, and were enslaved...... Killed by the Japanese slaves. ”

The corners of Xia Mu's mouth rose, "It's okay, it's just a nightmare, don't go back to Xiangxue Pavilion in the future, just follow me, I will protect you!" ”

Ah San's heart didn't tremble, and he choked up a little: "The slave family will serve the young master well in the future, and be the young master's personal maid." ”

Xia Mu didn't say much, but left the mansion with an embroidered spring knife.

He still has one last task to complete, killing Zhao Wenhua.

Yang Wan said that Zhao Wenhua had returned to Xinghua City, and he might arrive tonight. If he doesn't kill Zhao Wenhua, how can he revenge his Xia family! If you don't kill Zhao Wenhua, Xinghua will inevitably be attacked by the Japanese slaves!

It should be that Zhao Wenhua's life is short, he heard that Li Daxing was killed, so he was in a mess, and he didn't wait for the large army to return together, but he took two fans from Dongchang and returned overnight, presumably because he was worried about the evidence of the party's crimes in Li Daxing's hands.

And he also thought that Xinghua was his Zhao Wenhua's territory, and no one dared to break ground on Tai Sui's head. But he ignored one person, that is Xia Mu, Xia Mu does not belong to this era, there is never anything impossible in his dictionary, only people who can't complete things!

The cold moon in the lonely village is remnant, the green smoke and old trees are jackdaws, and a little Feihong is under the shadow.

has arrived at the purple bamboo forest outside Xinghua City, although Xinghua City is not near the sea, but it is like a sea city, it always rains, so there is a saying that it rains in the city, but it is not raining in Xinghua tonight, the night is getting darker, the silk yarn is light in the wind, Xia Mu wipes the embroidered spring knife in his hand, what he has to do tonight is to take Zhao Wenhua's head.

In the tragedy of the Xia family being wiped out ten years ago, Zhao Wenhua was the counselor, and his father Xia Chaoqing is still suffering in the north, which is caused by the Yan family's father and son.

Xia Mu doesn't understand the rules of this era, but if he comes out to mix, he will have to pay it back sooner or later, this is the principle of life he learned to perform his career for more than 20 years in his previous life.

In the forest on the outskirts of Xinghua City, the night wind is overcast and cold, and there is a way that the moon is dark and the wind is high and the night kills people, which is a good time.

The sound of horses' hooves in the distance was getting closer, and Xia Mu stood quietly under the bamboo forest with an embroidered spring knife.

After a while, I saw three horses parallel in the night, and with a bang, the horse was startled, and Dongchang Fanzi looked at the embroidered spring knife and Xia Mu under the bamboo forest, and was suddenly startled, and had a coldness: "What is the matter with Jinyiwei here?" I will escort the governor back to the city, and you dare to block the way. ”

Xia Mu sneered at the corner of his mouth, all he said was, this Dongchang fan was really taught by eunuchs, and his IQ was fed to the dog, you said that a person who blocked the road in the middle of the night with a knife, what are you waiting for? Kill you, of course!