One person died instantly, and the other five, no matter how sluggish they were, reacted. But they are not professional killers, although they were ordered to kill the gentleman of the Yitang, but the gentleman in their minds is just a blind master who is quiet on weekdays, and he is definitely not what he is now.

A long knife slashed towards Song Jinzhi, but he couldn't step forward again. The sword in Song Jinzhi's hand stabbed into the eye of one of them, and at the same time, he jumped up with his strength and kicked the second person in the heart. The man flew upside down, blood coming out of his mouth, and he leaned against the wall and did not move.

He didn't say much, and he didn't ask. At this time, Song Jinzhi was full of pure killing intent.

How did he know about them?

How is he positioned?

"Young hall master, we have no intention of killing you......" Seeing that his companion died, the remaining three finally couldn't bear it anymore. Finally, someone shouted.

He was greeted by boundless silence. Song Jinzhi was blind and couldn't see the frightened look on the faces of the three people, so he shot neatly and neatly, not listening to the wails of the dying. He held the sword in his right hand and touched the neck of the visitor with his left hand. Dan Fan was grabbed by his neck, and a crisp "click" sound sounded in the next second.

He was originally a man with blood on his hands, and he was there from the time he was enterprising.

"Where did you get this waist card?" The Yan family squatted down and asked the little boy.

"I picked it up!" The little boy lifted his toes and wanted to get the waist card, "Don't turn your face and deny people, the waist card is mine." ”

I killed the hall master and the young hall master and picked it up from his corpse.

Song Yu and Song Jinzhi have never been good people. Any long soldier can be a staff, and the staff in his hand can be used as a martial art.

Song Yu made up for the person who was paralyzed in the corner, raised his blood-stained sleeve and wiped his face, pointed the ground with his sword, and slowly walked downstairs. Jimo had already come out of the room and respectfully opened the door of Puliu Pavilion.

Nearly 100 people were tied hand and foot and pressed against the open space in front of the Puliu Pavilion. There are cronies of the Yan family in it, and there are also those little minions who have reported to the Yan family.

A bouquet of incense was swirling in the sky, and seeing Song Yu coming, the pavilion master Liu An hurriedly extinguished the incense burner, giving the group of dying people a little time to reminisce.

Song Yu walked up to the person with the help of Jimo, groped for the face of one of them, and after recognizing him, he ripped off the fabric of the man's gag.

"Yan De, how good does it feel to be Lord Yan's righteous son?" He asked.

"Young hall master." Yan De didn't know what Song Yu had done, and opened a pair of innocent eyes to probe, "What do you mean?" ”

"What do you mean?" Song Yu asked rhetorically, "I would like to ask the Yan family, what is the meaning of the poison that is sent regularly every month?" What does the boy on the first floor of the Songhe Pavilion mean? What does it mean to be a killer today? ”

Yan De's pupils vibrated, a mouthful of saliva under his eyes, and he smiled dryly: "Young hall master, you are the one that our Yan family has found." Now that he is making a big move, there must be some misunderstanding. ”

Song Yu shook his head: "There is no misunderstanding, your communication with Chang'an has long been intercepted by us, and the Yan family will not know if they are calculating." ”

Yan De was choked for a moment, and then, his whole facial features were distorted. He looked at Liu An in horror and saw the old man stroking his beard and staring at him with a smile.

At the same time, the arrested people behind Yan De rolled on the ground in pain, retching one by one, and writhing like caterpillars.

"Lord Liuge, what are you doing here?" He shouted.

"What to do? Naturally, I was instructed by the hall master to clean you up. Liu An's smile did not decrease, in his life, he has treated countless people and killed countless people, looking at it this way, it can be regarded as a merit and a demerit.

Yan De's eyes widened in disbelief, and then he shouted at Liu An with difficulty: "Do you know him-"

His surname is Song, his name is Song Yu, and he killed the original young master of Yitang. You all recognize the wrong master, and you are acting for the tiger!

"If you want to tell me my husband's real name, you don't have to. The name of Yitang was changed, and the old man already knew about it. Liu An's answer was unconcerned.

When the words fell, Yan De fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, his eyes still open, and he didn't blink. And the group of followers behind him also stopped moving one by one.

"There are eight more people in the pavilion, go deal with it." Song Yu turned his head and ordered, and the little boy next to Liu An turned his head and entered the room.

As soon as he entered the room, he couldn't help but wrinkle his nose. Except for the interior of Puliu Pavilion, there is not a trace of blood outside, and more than a hundred lives have been wiped out unconsciously.

Sure enough, Mr. Yitang is a ruthless character, who can kill without knowing it, and can act as if he is okay after the massacre. The child slandered his stomach and cleaned up the corpse in an orderly manner.

Outside, Liu An was worried: "The Yan family's poison is strange, and it can be solved in an unusual way, and the old man can only use medicine to suppress it for the time being." ”

"Sir, don't worry, you can afford to wait." What was left to him was Song Yu's breeze.

Liu An blinked, and said in his heart who was poisoned? Could it be that Mr. Fei has been devastated since he lost his sight?

It was August 15, but there was no warmth of reunion. Xu was wearing less clothes, and Liu An even felt the cold.

Back in the house, Jimo had already sent the blood-stained clothes to be washed, and Song Yu leaned alone in front of the window before he had the heart to start.

Song Yu's original plan was to participate in the township test this year and enter Beijing. But when he lost his sight, he understood that even with the recommendation of King Qin, he would not be able to take the road of official career.

In order to rush to the Jinluan Palace, he locked himself in the house and studied poetry desperately, but he ushered in an unexpected result.

Remembering that when he debated occasionally, Le Niangzi couldn't argue with his gritted teeth, and Song Yu couldn't help but hold his forehead.

And the sudden blindness allowed him to free up his hands to rectify the Yan family. Back then, he reached an agreement with the Yan family that he would be a puppet and the Yan family would protect his position. As a result, neither of them planned to fulfill the agreement.

He put the bamboo cane aside, pressed his hand unnaturally on his chest, and then put it on his wrist again, the expression on his face thoughtful.

After a while, Jimo returned. He walked to the door with the food box in his hand, but found that the master had not noticed him, and he did not know whether to enter or retreat for a while.

Finally, he stubbornly walked inside. Sure enough, he only felt a gust of wind, and the bamboo cane in Song Yu's hand brushed his hair, almost hitting him.

"Sir, it's me!" Jimo screamed.

"Jimo?" There was obvious surprise in Song Yu's voice, "Didn't I let you go and rest on your own?" ”

"First, sir. I'm here to send it, to give it a birthday gift. Jimo was a little embarrassed, Mr.'s birthday was August 15, yes, he never saw Mr. care, although he remembered this matter, he didn't dare to squeak at this time.

I don't know if it was the little Wang Balamb who revealed it and let him receive a congratulatory gift. Jimo still remembers how he felt like a ghost when the little maid put things in his hands.