The crescent moon hung on the high eaves, and the bluestone bricks in the alley shone with a cold glow, and the darkness was as dark as cold water condensing.

The sound of a slow and fast bangzi seems to knock on the heart. The old man tapped on the bonnet and shouted weakly that he was safe, and soon melted into the darkness.

The road in the alley was empty and there was not half a figure, and after a long time, an emaciated figure flashed in the darkness, and suddenly disappeared into the darkness again.

The night is quiet, quiet and peaceful, with a hint of coolness. There were two big red lanterns at the entrance of the yamen, reflecting the red light on the backs of the two tall and majestic stone lions.

Dark clouds cast a glimmer of light, sprinkled like water in the backyard of the Yamen Mansion. A row of houses that used to be utility rooms were temporarily converted into prisons. The front face was removed, and a very dense and thick iron bar was installed, and all the non-resident personnel in Jincheng who did not have household registration were detained here.

The first to break the silence were a few teams carrying lanterns for the handover of patrols. Several soldiers wearing small armor and carrying steel swords at their waists took the flags and cards handed to them by their companions. With the help of the dim light, the handover process was simply done, and a piece of vermilion bamboo slips was signed. One soldier was left to guard it, while the others patrolled with lanterns.

Except for a few distant mockingbird chirps, the night soon returned to a dead silence. The soldier who was guarding was probably also a little sleepy, and his body was half-leaning against the dirt wall of the prison, and he couldn't help but sigh and almost fell over several times in a few days.

There was a dark shadow on the big tree outside the high wall, and the moonlight only came through the gaps in the branches and leaves, and it was impossible to see the face in a trance.

Evil Xiaoqi held his breath and looked down at the wide mansion at his feet, the moonlight in his eyes flowed, and he kept calculating the distance between the back wall and the prison and the timing of his attack.

The dull sound of crashing pierced the silent night sky, the soldier's head tilted, and he fell to the side like a sack, and the lantern rolled aside, and the faint light flickered, shining faintly on the face of Evil Xiaoqi. Throwing down the wooden stick that had just smashed the soldier, he got up and picked up the lantern and shook it towards the inside of the cell, and the light shone into the space of a few feet away, except for some miscellaneous bottles and cans, and there was no one in the room. The somewhat surprised Evil Xiaoqi couldn't help but panic, and when he stepped on the spot during the day, he heard the officials on duty chatting about a few beautiful women locked up here. How did the world suddenly evaporate? It's incredible.

Lifting his toes, he leaned forward and pulled the iron guardrail with one hand and raised the lantern with the other. Evil Xiaoqi stared inside with wide eyes, everything was so silent, and there was a smell of dampness mixed with rot.

Suddenly, there was a chaotic shouting outside. Evil Xiaoqi hurriedly extinguished the lantern, and the only moonlight in the courtyard shone lightly, and the place that couldn't be illuminated was dark and eerie quiet.

The firelight tore through the darkness, and dozens of armored samurai rushed forward with long swords. The black-armored man at the head quickly spotted the fallen guard. He bent down, bent his knees, stretched out a ring finger to probe his nose, and when he saw that it was all right, he got up and took a deep breath. The torch was raised, and the light of the fire was reflected in his eyes, and the light was bright.

"The attic on both sides, the abandoned storeroom, the corners inside and out, must be searched carefully. The black-armored man ordered in a deep voice.

The two teams of samurai carried long knives and torches, and carried a carpet search along the courtyard.

Evil Xiaoqi was lying in the drainage ditch under the corner, and he didn't dare to breathe. It was the only place he could detect during the day where he could escape, and the rows of green bamboos that happened to be planted shaded the canal leading to the great lake. The stench of rotting food and vomit deposited over the years, mixed with the smell of mushy cabbage, burnt meat, dirty clothes, and rat droppings, smoked to tears. The evil little qi's stomach was like a river and a sea of acid reflux, and he was disgusted and wanted to vomit.

The samurai were very serious and did not miss any clues. Almost the entire compound was searched, and still nothing was found.

The black-armored man stood in the middle of the firelight, without speaking or gesturing, and the well-trained samurai fanned out towards the northwest corner of the courtyard. Evil Xiaoqi's body was clinging to the damp wall, and his eyes couldn't see anything, but he sensed danger from the rapid sound of brushing, which was the sound of cowhide boots stepping on the grass. If it's daytime, the noise can be ignored entirely, but the silence of the night still sounds frightening.

Evil Xiaoqi reached behind him with his right hand and touched the forging knife hidden in his waist.

The sound of the "Xiuxiu" weapon cutting through the air sounded, and then Evil Xiaoqi heard the screams of someone being injured.

"Someone sneaks up, be careful. The black-armored man exclaimed.

Then there was a chaotic cacophony of shouts and the crunchy clashing of metal, suddenly knocking out the otherwise static space-time

Based on the continuous sound of the hidden weapon breaking the air and the time and location of the samurai's screams, Evil Xiaoqi judged that the sneak attacker should be hiding on the big tree. That is, before him, there were already people lurking there.

Who could it be? Evil Xiaoqi was secretly wondering to himself, when he suddenly heard a few screams.

"Extinguish all the torches and tighten up the defenses. The black-armored man yelled.

After a while, there was another loud scream, a heart-rending scream, and then a shout that faded away. The shouts grew weaker and weaker. There was silence next.

Turning his head hard, his body sandwiched in the narrow gap, Evil Xiaoqi struggled to straighten his neck, through the dense green bamboo. As far as the eye can see, you can only see the mottled moonlit ground in the courtyard without color. In the hazy darkness, there was not half a figure. As if nothing had happened.

After about half an hour, Evil Xiaoqi moved his numb limbs slightly, supported them with his somewhat stiff arms, his chest straightened, and he slowly pulled out his body from the ditch.

A cool breeze blew, and I breathed in the fresh air, as if I had exhausted the residual exhaust gas in my lungs, and felt that my heart was rejuvenated. He stepped lightly on the ground under his feet and tentatively took a few steps forward, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

Just when the figure of Evil Xiaoqi was mottled and reflected on the bluestone under his feet, the young man was horrified to find that three slender shadows had also grown obliquely on the ground opposite. Evil Xiaoqi's heart was shocked, and he subconsciously looked up and saw three warriors with swords, the leader of the man was in black armor, and his pale face was not even bloodless in the moonlight, like a ghost in hell.

The black-armored man approached Evil Xiaoqi and said coldly: "Your Excellency is visiting late at night, you must not be a good person. According to the law of Dahong, those who break into the yamen without permission will cut off their hands and bones. ”

Evil Xiaoqi was silent, because he didn't want to reveal his identity too early, so he tightened the burqa on his head.

The black-clothed man's eyes lit up, so he raised his eyes and saw the forging knife in Evil Xiaoqi's hand. I couldn't help but feel nervous, this knife seemed ordinary but had a hideous sword light, and the strange smile of the resentful spirit who was extremely angry was prevented. Looking at the figure hidden in the robe in front of him, he did not retreat but advanced, and the top of his head was covered by the robe, and he couldn't see his face clearly. The black-armored man wondered if he had really met an unborn master.

At the moment of the knife, Evil Xiaoqi did not hesitate.

At the same moment, he suddenly realized the true meaning of the splitting knife momentum.

The chopping knife pays attention to the waves crashing on the shore, and the wind blows the forest roaring in a turbulent realm.

It is both rigid and tough, domineering and shocking.

Isn't the wind and waves of nature a better interpretation of the chopping knife? No wonder you have to practice this knife technique on the peak of the lake.

Evil Xiaoqi seems to have been empowered and suddenly awakened.

Seeing the mountain is the mountain, and seeing the water is the water. But I saw that the mountains were not mountains, and the water was not water. All-encompassing and infinite kaleidoscopic, all in a moment of enlightenment.

The stunned sword light condensed the vast momentum of the wind surging and surging and fluctuating, and the trickle finally converged into a huge wave.

The black-armored man and the two warriors beside him were stunned in surprise, and their mouths were wide open and they couldn't say anything.

This knife seems to have not changed, but it invisibly gives people great pressure.

The sword sparkled against the crescent moon, like a fish silently sinking into the Yao Pond, sparkling open. There are only a few laps of ripples that slowly swing away.

Fear spread in circles, and the body and mind of the black-armored man completely collapsed, and he shouted in defeat: "Splitting the sword!" ”

Before he finished speaking, he pulled out the long knife in his hand, turned around and supported it with both hands, and suddenly exerted force. The cold light made a strange arc in the cold moonlit night.

It wasn't that the two warriors didn't have time to draw their swords, but fear made them lose the least of their courage, and they stood in place, feeling like they were in a different world. But the goal and speed are not even visible to others.

The long knife of the black-armored man blurred into a strong iron stream between the gray earth, and the black crown on his head trembled slightly. After the long knife slashed into the air, the black-armored man touched the back of his head in horror, glad that his head was still there. The samurai beside him shivered and pointed to the top of his head, trembling and unable to speak.

The black armor man's brain roared, and he couldn't say anything for a while, but he felt that his body trembled slightly, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be gradually cold.

The crown of hair on his head was cut off, and half of his sideburns fell disheveled.

Evil Xiaoqi's face was as cold as an ice sculpture, and he stood there, like a lonely sculpture. It was cold to the bone, and his lips were pursed with incomparable anger.

Before the next sword could be struck, the three warriors had already abandoned their swords and fled, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

The crisp high-five, accompanied by a few hearty exclamations, suddenly came into my ears.

"It's really a good knife technique, the understanding is menacing, and the future is limitless. “

Evil Xiaoqi turned his head in surprise, but saw a tall figure walking towards him, and the tall figure of the person was outlined in the moonlight.

"Wanjia, maybe not. Who the hell are you?" Evil Xiaoqi said with a sneer, cold sweat broke out in the palm of the hand holding the knife. The sword sparkled and flashed with a hideous sword light, like a bloodthirsty beast.

"Is this important? Maybe you're more concerned about the girls in the Autumn Water Pavilion, right?" The flat tone suddenly poked at the heart of the evil Xiaoqi, and he couldn't help but pout, and said with doubts, "Do you know Xiaoyang's whereabouts?"

"This is not the place to speak, brother still take a step to speak," Luo Mo said in a deep voice.

... The candlelight flickered, and the half-light and half-dim light shrouded Evil Xiaoqi's face in a haze, and the slender shadow was clearly reflected on the window.

The two sat facing each other on the floor.