It didn't rain in Dushui City last night, but a lot happened. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the afternoon, not long after the housekeeper left with the painting, a middle-aged man came to Jianghe's stall.

Jiang He looked up at the ordinary middle-aged man in front of him, he was wearing a linen dress, carrying a bag of goods on his shoulders, and he had an ordinary face that could no longer be found in the boatmen's pile by the river.

"Sir, please draw me a portrait. ”

Jiang He stared at him in some surprise, he didn't know why the person in front of the stall came to him for no reason to draw a portrait, he thought that the person in front of him was illiterate, so he gave him a number with his hand: ten taels.

The man smiled, took out ten taels of silver from his bosom and handed it to Jiang He. Before Jiang He could speak, he put down the sack and sat straight on the small stool, looking at Jiang He with some restraint.

Jiang He sighed in his heart, so he had to take the silver and take out the drawing board and start drawing.

Before half a cup of tea arrived this time, Jiang He handed the painting to the man in front of him. The man didn't take it immediately, but wiped his hands on his clothes first, as if he was afraid of staining the drawing paper. The man looked at the painting, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and then put down the painting and said to Jiang He: "Sir's painting is so good, I have never seen a painting so similar to myself." ”

Jiang He was about to continue reading, but the person in front of him had not left, and he handed the painting to Jiang He again. Jiang He looked up at him, and the man took out a few ingots of silver from his bosom and handed them to Jiang He.

"Sir, please do me a favor and send this painting to the third family at the entrance of Heqiao Village, thirty miles east of the city, where my wife is at home. ”

After speaking, he looked at Jiang He, then lifted the sack on the ground and carried it on his shoulder, bowed to Jiang He, and then turned around and left.

Jiang He looked at the silver on the table and the painting that had just been completed, and wrinkled his nose. He didn't want to paint that person, but he couldn't refuse, the smell of that person's body made him very uncomfortable, and although it was still well covered, Jiang He still smelled the faint smell of blood on his body. Since that night, Jiang He has remembered the taste fondly.

He looked at the back of the man who was walking away, a little overwhelmed, and then sighed, and hurriedly put away the silver on the table, there were few people on the street in the afternoon. Jiang He didn't want to be seen by too many people, although the man was already well disguised, Jiang He still recognized from the corner of his eyes and details that he was the wanted person who the government had asked him to copy two days ago.

When he painted his portrait, the flesh on the man's face was stiff, but there was a softness in his eyes, as if he thought of his wife who was waiting at home. Thinking of this, Jiang He sighed again, this is really a hot deal.

After the man had been gone for a while, Jiang He put away his things and carried his back basket out of the city, which contained some dry food. He carried in his bosom the seventy taels of silver he had just received from the man and the ten taels given by the butler, which was very heavy.

Jiang He knew that painting that person would sooner or later cause trouble, and he had no name, no surname and no identity, and it would definitely be difficult to solve it if the government investigated. So he decided to leave Dushui City, although the silver on his body was not much, but it was enough to support himself to go to a far place. Moreover, he is a little tired of being in this water city.

If you go out of the city and follow the road to the west, it is Kyoto, but Egawa stood on the side of the side street and thought about it, so he walked to the east of the city first.

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Last night, the county commander Chen Youzhi ran all the way home, followed by a vote of gentry and aristocrats, which startled the passers-by on the side of the road. The old butler was playing pai gow with his subordinates, and the lights were bright in the stuffy room.

Suddenly, the door was smashed open, and the guys in the house threw the cards in their hands into the quilt, and the old housekeeper, who was old and frail, looked at the county magistrate in front of the door blankly.

"Great... My lord. The old butler knelt on the ground, "It's so late... What's the matter with you?"

Chen Youzhi was out of breath, staring at the housekeeper with the thief's big round eyes, he was a little speechless, and his throat seemed to be burned dry by the heat. When the housekeeper saw it, he hurriedly picked up the teapot on the table and handed it to Chen Youzhi.

Chen Youzhi took the teapot and poured it into his mouth, fortunately it was not hot, and he finally could say something after two mouthfuls of water: "What about the painter?"

The housekeeper was a little confused: "My lord, which painter?"

"I asked you what about the painter?!Didn't I ask you to invite the painter to the mansion as a guest?!!" Chen Youzhi came in with his hands on the door, and sat on the stool, he felt that his heart was about to jump out, and all the red of his daughter who had just drunk turned into sweat and volatilized.

The housekeeper was shocked and hurriedly said, "My lord, when I turn back again, the bridge will be by the bridge... The painter is gone. ”

"It's useless!" the county commander was furious, and a slap knocked the old butler kneeling in front of him to the ground.

"Don't look for it yet!

When the housekeeper heard this, he quickly got up and ran out, and the little guys who were pretending to be asleep on the bed also hurriedly turned over and got up and ran out, and for a time the whole yard was full of chickens, dogs, cats and mice.

The panting officials who followed behind finally followed the mansion, panting like cattle. The county magistrate's wife, who had just come out of the room, was startled.

"Ladies and gentlemen? What's wrong?"

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Just as a group of people carrying torches knocked on the door of the small market in the east of the city, chickens and dogs jumped. The west of the city was surprisingly quiet, there was no rain tonight, the clouds in the sky were thick, the moon was gloomy and the moon could not be seen, there were no pedestrians in the streets, only a few drunken drunkards wandering around.

In a courtyard, a little yellow dog is still asleep, wagging its tail and wandering in the flower bed.

A leaf fell from the tree in the courtyard, startling the little yellow dog, and scurried into the house. Steward Liu, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. Then he jumped up and jumped out of the window, which was smashed to pieces and landed on the wall.

A dark figure jumped down from the tree and landed silently. The moon was hidden deeper, and there was no light except a candle in the young lady's room. Steward Liu stared at the black shadow in front of him and the knife at his waist.

The man drew his knife from behind and slashed at the butler, with a soft sound that pierced the air.

"Hmph. Steward Liu dodged the slashing knife sideways, raised his hand and struck at the black shadow's shoulder.

The black shadow missed the knife, and slashed horizontally, trying to cut the old man in front of him in two sections, but he failed to do what he wanted, because the opponent's palm had already slapped on the knife surface, and a powerful shock force came, his shoulders were numb, and the knife in his hand almost fell out of his hand.

The moon finally escaped from the clouds and lit up the small courtyard.

The black shadow was the person who was looking for the portrait of Jiang He in the afternoon, and he was still wearing the linen clothes of the afternoon, with a few strips of white cloth wrapped around his palms. There was a hint of determination in his eyes.

Steward Liu was about to attack again, when the man suddenly ran towards the room on the right, and he knew that the people in the house were the target of this assassination.

A gust of palm wind blew through his left shoulder, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled sound, his shoulder had shattered in an instant, and a sharp pain came from his shoulder. But he did not stop, and one leaned down and broke down the door, and the candle on the windowsill was blown by the wind and was about to be extinguished.

The girl by the window was holding a book, staring at the man in front of her with some surprise, the incense burner on the table was slightly smoking, and a Go game was placed in front of the girl, it seemed that she was memorizing a chess game. The man also looked at her, and the girl on the other end of the candle flame didn't seem to be panicked, and even surprisingly calm, but he didn't have time to think about it anymore.

The person behind him had arrived, and if he couldn't succeed in one blow, he would have no chance to escape, so he focused all his attention on the knife in his right hand, and the knife came forward with a cold light in an instant, and the blade that was steaming with cold light was silent.

But in the moment after the knife, he realized how wrong he was, from beginning to end this is not a fair competition at all, there is no fairness in this world, an inexplicable black chess piece touched his forehead, so cold, he suddenly felt a little sleepy.

The girl in front of me turned out to be a cultivator!

The black-clad assassin flew upside down and slammed into the corner, a black chess piece ending his life. At the last moment of losing consciousness, he seemed to see his wife on the other end of the candle flame smiling at him, and he laughed with difficulty, and then died.

Steward Liu stood at the door bent over, just wanting to apologize for his poor protection.

Arrows are flying from the south wall all the time!

Cultivators all know that the mental power of cultivators in the realm of first acquaintance is only the power of one blow, and after one blow, it takes at least thirty breaths to mobilize the vitality of heaven and earth again, that is to say, it is impossible for the girl to dodge this arrow feather with the breath of death!