In the middle of April, the spring is already bright and rich, the whole of Jiangnan is shrouded in a warm breeze, and people walking on the streets have begun to wear only jackets. And outside the city of Kyoto, thousands of miles away from Suzhou, from a long distance, you can still see the white snow on the top of Cangshan, like the white snow covering the face of a dead corpse.

The tall man in the hat withdrew his gaze from the snow on the top of the mountain, silently drank the residual tea in his cup, asked for a bowl of somen noodles, and began to eat tastelessly.

This place is thirty miles outside of Kyoto and is called Shipai Village.

And this tall man wearing a hat is the second sacrifice of Qingmiao who rushed from Jiangnan to Kyoto - Master Sanshi. Master Sanshi entered Beijing not to talk about the Tao, not to fold the weeping willows outside the royal road, he came to kill, he came to ...... Assassinated!

Although Fan Xian was in Jiangnan and let him go intentionally or unintentionally, the Supervision Yuan investigated him strictly, and even though the Northwest Road did not release heavy troops, it still took him a lot of time for Sanshi to bypass the blockade of the Supervision Yuan and the Black Cavalry and come to Kyoto.

The Junshan Society is indeed a loose organization, but when this organization has an extremely sacred and important mission, its importance is highlighted, and this mysterious organization, how many important people in the world have gathered, few people can know.

Although Master Sanshi is the second priest of Qingmiao, he does not have much power to speak in the Junshan Society, and he is personally quite opposed to the arrangement of the Junshan Society in Jiangnan. After trying unsuccessfully to interfere with Fan Xiandi's administration, the master of the three stones made himself an outcast, broke away from the arrangement of the Junshan Society, and went to Kyoto proudly as a single person, with great ambitions in his chest, and a red sun hidden in his heart.

Go to Kyoto and kill people, kill those who can't be killed.

While thinking, he ate the noodles in silence, according to the senior brother's earnest teachings back then. Chew each noodle slowly and slowly become a batter, and then swallow it to your heart's content.

Somehow, Master Sanshi ate with sadness from his heart, and he couldn't help himself, and two cloudy tears slipped from his old eyes and dripped into the noodle soup.

He was going to go to Beijing and ask the emperor why!

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After eating the noodles, he put on his hat. Covering his face, he picked up a tall wooden cane from the table. After leaving the noodle shop, I followed the path at the foot of Mt. Shipai Village and began to walk in the direction of Kyoto.

In front was the dark imperial city, and behind was the white mountain, in which ascetics walked.

The forest is getting deeper and deeper, and the road is getting narrower. It's too early, there are no woodcutters who get up early to chop firewood, and in the wilderness, there are no pedestrians passing by, and the mountain road is quiet, quiet and even a little weird. There was not even the sound of birds chirping and insects chirping.

After all, Master Sanshi was not a martial artist who was good at assassination, but just an ascetic with extremely high cultivation, so although he felt a little strange in his heart, he didn't care much.

Both the imperial court and the Junshan Society should not know that they came to Kyoto from Jiangnan and know about this matter. There is only the Northern Qi Holy Maiden Begonia Girl. And in any way, it is impossible for Begonia to reveal his whereabouts. Master Sanshi is convinced of this. He did not think that anyone would know his route in advance and thus carry out an ambush in advance.

So when that terrible arrow shot out of the dense forest, trying to pierce him into the eye socket, Master Sanshi was very surprised.

The appearance of the arrow flying was very strange, at first it was silent, like a ghost, until it was only three feet away from his front door, it suddenly roared, and the arrow roared to the soul, which was extremely terrifying!

Hiss...... Roar!

The black ground was a long arrow, as if shouting a killing word.

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Master Sanshi snorted, and the long wooden staff poked fiercely into the ground, and the head of the wooden staff carved into a bird's head stretched forward in a very short time, blocking the feathered arrow that seemed to fly from the sky.

With a muffled sound of the nail, the arrow shot into the head of the wooden staff, and the arrow contained infinite power, which shook the wrist of the master of the three stones, and the bird's head engraved on the head of the staff exploded in an instant!

Master Sanshi narrowed his eyes, and a chill arose in his heart - such a thunderous archery skill seemed to be only available to Yan Xiaoyi, the governor of the Northern Expedition, at this level, and Yan Xiaoyi should be in Cangzhou City at this time, thousands of miles away from Kyoto.

Through the leaves in the forest, Master Sanshi's clear eyes clearly saw the archer's face, it was a young and unfamiliar face, but he knew that the arrow he grounded with his own hands must have been Yan Xiaoyi's true inheritance, this strange young man must be Yan Xiaoyi's apprentice!

When he was thinking about these things, Master Sanshi had already used the power of the cane's shock to fly into the air, spreading out like a big bird, holding a wooden staff, and smashing it towards that side like a madman!

Although he didn't know why the other party came to kill him, he didn't allow himself to die until he entered Kyoto and asked the emperor what he said.

Master Sanshi is burly, wearing a hat, full of cane intent, and the whole person soars in the air, like a fierce bird, full of momentum that never returns.

The most important thing in fighting with the archers is to close the distance between you and the other party, but ...... At this time, he jumped into the air and showed all his empty doors to the other party, and people had nowhere to borrow their strength in the air, and it was not easy to dodge those ghostly arrow feathers......

Master Sanshi swept over, looked at the archer's serene face, and knew that the other party was going to take the opportunity to shoot arrows.

Sure enough, the archer didn't know

How to move, with both hands in a flower, have taken out an arrow feather behind themselves, wind, aim, shoot!

It's a simple three movements, but it's done so naturally, so harmoniously, so quickly, it's like an inseparable action in itself, it's beautiful.

This simple beauty. It comes from hard practice and a talent for archery.

The second arrow hit the throat of Master Sanshi, and at this time, others were in the air, and there was no way to dodge such a swift arrow!

But it was this moment that Sanshi was waiting for.

He snorted, didn't dodge or dodge, transported his true qi to his chest and abdomen, and used his stupidest and most powerful iron cloth shirt to hold this arrow!

The arrow struck him in the throat with a strange clatter.

Master Sanshi's eyes flashed, and the whole person had already killed the archer's body and slashed through it with a cane!

At this point, there was only a three-foot distance between the two. How can the archer dodge?

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The archer was still calm, and in the face of the mad man's staff, the whole person took two steps back very steadily, the longbow was protected in front of him, and a word came out of his mouth: "Seal!"

The four golden knives came out of nowhere, turned into four streamers, and sealed the three stone masters' killer staff!

A loud bang exploded, shattering the knife. The staff was chaotic, and the forest was covered with dust.

And in the dust. The arrow sounded again, and a soul-snatching arrow pierced through the gray forest, and in a very short distance, it shot again into the throat of the Three Stone Masters.

The distance was too close, and Master Sanshi didn't dare to avoid it, and he didn't dare to let his most vulnerable throat constantly accept the test of Yanmen's archery technique. So he raised his hands and made a gesture of saluting the temple.

The other party sealed himself with four knives and a staff, and he sealed this arrow with one palm.

The thin and soul-devouring arrow, nailed to the thick calloused palm of Master Sanshi, was like a mosquito, staring at the poor people's flesh. It shook twice before it fell to the ground.

Just a very slight bite, a nail. Master Sanshi's body shook violently

He was shocked by the arrow and took a step back...... Another arrow arrived, Master Sanshi, and raised his palm again. Seal, and then return.

The arrows shot from the dust grew faster and faster. As if there was no interruption, I don't know what kind of terrible hand speed the archer behind the dust has!

If so, nine arrows.

Master Sanshi was violently shocked back nine steps, and was forced back to the side of the mountain road by those terrible arrow feathers...... Then he found that his feet were tight, and a terrifying beast clucked, and it was extremely bloody and clamped his right foot!

This beast clamp is so big, it should be used to clamp the tiger, even if the master of the three stones has the skill of iron cloth shirt, but suddenly encountered a trap, the flesh and blood on the calf are still open, and blood is flowing.

Master Sanshi let out a painful cry! He frowned his unwilling brows, and there was also a small blood spot on his throat, and there were also many small blood spots on his hand holding the wooden staff, which was slowly oozing blood.

With so many unpredictable arrows, if it was someone else, he would have been shot into a hedgehog a long time ago, and only he was not really harmed, but unfortunately he was still forced into the trap by these arrows in the end.

The dust gradually fell, and in the forest opposite, the face of the young archer appeared again, along with four swordsmen with broken knives in their hands.

Master Sanshi looked at the other party indifferently, and said, "I didn't expect that it was you who killed ......."

Before the words were finished, the young archer was here to kill people, and he had no interest in talking to Master Sanshi, although he knew that Master Sanshi was also a legend, but the young generation grew up to be heroic, and there was no extra awe.

The young man rested the poisoned black arrow on the string with the steady fingers of his right hand, and once again aimed at the throat of the inactive Master of the Three Stones.

"Shoot. ”

He spoke, but the arrow in his hand did not go off the string.

The forest was in a mess, I don't know how many archers poured out from all directions, separated by a distance of more than ten zhang, surrounded the three stones in the middle, holding bows and arrows in their hands, according to this sound of shooting, countless long arrows came out of the string, turned into a soul-snatching straight line, and pierced the body of the three stone master in the middle!

Sanshi's pupils shrank, looking at the other party's arrangement...... Knowing that he may not be able to survive today, to be able to arrange so many archers in the mountains, this must be the manpower of the military, no matter how powerful a master is, he will not be able to survive in the face of the army's ruthless and cold-blooded attacks, not to mention that his right foot has been caught by that hateful beast!

He is not Ye Liuyun, not a bitter lotus, Master Sanshi sighed in his heart. Wielding the staff in his hand, he fended off the rain of arrows from all directions.

Dangdang Dang, countless broken sounds sounded around his body, but in just a moment, hundreds of flying arrows were already broken by his wooden staff, and the remaining arrows were piled up around him, looking extremely sad.

There were also some arrows that pierced through his defensive circle and pierced his body, but these archers were not as good as the young man before, and could not shoot through the iron cloth shirt of the Three Stone Masters.

The leading young shooter was in no hurry. Just coldly looked at the three-stone master who was struggling like a dying beast, watching this ascetic fighting helplessly with the rain of arrows in the sky, he knew that the other party's true qi was strong, if he wanted to shoot to death from a long distance, he needed to be patient, and he had to keep consuming, as long as the true qi of the three stones was slightly weak. The ability to tie hard can no longer be maintained...... When the arrow enters the body, that is the death period of the three stones.

So he just aimed at Migoshi's throat. Waiting indifferently for that moment.

And the dozens of archers in the forest just kept shooting arrows indifferently.

Miishi howled loudly, waving his wooden staff and struggling in the rain of arrows.

The moment when the strength is finally exhausted.

So at this time, Sanshi's bravery and mightiness looked so sad.

Facing a powerful army machine, a martial arts master...... And what's the use?

What a grim scene.

The relentless rotation continues. The broken arrows piled up in the body of the Three Stone Master piled up higher and higher, gradually submerging his calf, drowning the beast clamp and the injured leg in the feathers of the arrows, looking like a self-immolating monk, constantly chopping the pyre that was about to set fire to his own ground.

Master Sanshi's clothes were already wet and sweaty. The speed at which he swung the wooden staff also slowed down, and it was obvious that his true qi was not as abundant as it had been at the beginning.

It was this opportunity that the leading archer, who had been waiting for a long time, easily opened his middle finger and shot the arrow on the string!

Whoosh. With a nail, the whole forest. The whole world seemed to fall silent at this moment.

Master Sanshi held the arrow feather in his throat, his mouth ho-ho, but he couldn't speak, and blood flowed out of his palm.

The archers around also stopped shooting.

The young earth archer frowned and said indifferently, "Go on." ”

The arrows rose again, and in an instant, more than a dozen feather arrows were shot into Sanshi's body, and the blood stained his whole body.

Sanshi slowly closed his eyes, and sighed again in his heart, knowing that it was not feasible to show weakness and lure the enemy, that Yan Xiaoyi's apprentice did things, and there was indeed a ruthless style of the teacher.

With a wave of his hand, he swept away a few arrow feathers, his eyes opened, and he screamed, and the wooden staff that he had been holding in his hand was cracked open from the outside by this pure true qi, and the wood chips flew sideways, revealing the knife inside...... The big knife!

In the city of Suzhou, Sanshi once cut off the long street with one sword, but at this time, his knife was ...... You can only slash yourself.

Drawing diagonally, the blade was silent, and he slashed his right calf fiercely!

No longer trapped by the beast, the three stones are like a big bird with broken wings, and take off again, like a goshawk fighting a rabbit into the opponent's formation, the knife light splashes snow, making people splash blood, one look at the face, it will cut off three heads, break the chest and abdomen of several people, and the forest is bloody!

What a domineering knife!

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When Sanshi took out the sword, the indifferent young archer had already turned away, quietly went up the tree, and began to shoot arrow by arrow, he knew that the other party had reached the end of the crossbow, and cut off a leg by himself, and the blood flowed like no money, and the other party could not support it for long.

Sure enough, the sword light was still gradually dimming after a moment of amazement.

After killing the archers in one place, Master Sanshi's body was poisonous, wounded, and bloody, and he suddenly slammed his long knife to the ground, snorted, and spit out the last breath of turbidity.

Qing Temple two sacrifices, death.

Sanshi's death was confirmed, and the archers surrounded him, they were all elites in the army, and they came to besiege and kill them today...... Even the second priest who shamelessly murdered Qingmiao, not everyone can maintain a superficial calm, especially after the other party was tricked before. can also cut off a leg and kill so many of his brothers, these people can't help but feel chills when they look back at this time.

"Clean up, go back to camp. The young archer said indifferently, "Ding Han, you are responsible for cleaning up." ”

A soldier bowed in a low voice.

Calm was restored in the woods again, and these good shooters in the army took off their disguises and returned to the camp in disguise.

After leaving the forest, the young archer had changed into an ordinary person's costume. He did not return to the camp with the brigade, but turned east and west out of the mountains and forests, found the official road back to Beijing, took a hitchhiker on the way, talked and laughed with the merchant all the way, and entered Kyoto in this way.

When he entered Kyoto City, the archer first went to eat two bowls of porridge with vegetables and bought a paper windmill on the side of the street. Cross Nancheng Street and walk through secluded alleys. I looked at the door of a storytelling hall, and it seemed that I didn't resist the temptation of today's script, so I went upstairs and asked for a bowl of tea and a plate of melon seeds, and began to listen to the book.

After listening to it for a while, he seemed to have some urgency. Went to the thatched house.

After exiting the courtyard wall behind the thatched hut and making sure that no one was following him, he entered a mansion. I don't know whose house this mansion is, and he walks as easily as if he were in his own home.

Entering the study, he bowed down in front of the desk, facing the small feet under the table. The report said: "Your Highness, it has been removed. ”

"Good work. Her Royal Highness Li Yunrui, the eldest princess of Qingguo, smiled slightly, this beautiful woman who was not like a mortal, smiled and added a little charm.

The young archer was shooting the Three Stone Masters. looked so ruthless, but at this time he didn't dare to look directly into the eyes of the eldest princess. After getting up, he stood aside in a proper manner.

"Three stones...... It's a shame. The eldest princess sighed with regret and said: "If you don't listen to the words of this palace, you have to follow the courage of the horseman, at this time, how can you let Your Majesty be suspicious of us? Everything is not ready, now is not the time to do it, such a disobedient person, I have to let him go." ”

The young archer remained silent, knowing that for these big things, it should be the concern of the elders, himself

It just needs to be executed.

The eldest princess glanced at him, smiled and said, "You can't follow Yan Dudu to fight in the north, do you have complaints?"

The young archer smiled and said, "Father only drinks all day long in the north, where is the excitement from the capital. ”

After a few more words, the eldest princess let him out of the study.

The mansion has no name and no surname, and no one knows that the eldest princess occasionally comes here. She likes to sit alone in this study and think about things, and she often thinks about herself.

Junshan will ?...... The corners of her lips flashed with a self-deprecating smile, when she was still a child, what was the purpose of her own Junshan Society? It was to do something for Qingguo, and to help the emperor's brother do something that the emperor's brother was inconvenient to do, such as killing which minister and robbing whose family's property.

Although the emperor's elder brother never knew about the existence of the Junshan Society, this Junshan Society helped him a lot in secret, such as the war with the Northern Qi Dynasty, such as the secret influence on Dongyi City.

It's just that when did this matter change so much? The purpose of the Junshan Society has changed dramatically in its own hands!

A trace of sadness flashed on the eldest princess's face, thinking of Fan Xian, who was far away in the south of the Yangtze River, thinking of Neiku, thinking of the Supervision Yuan, and thinking of the suspicions and tendencies that the emperor had shown in the past two years...... I give you the pearl, what do you give me?

She closed her eyes, opened her eyes again, her eyes were already calm, and she thought with a smile, since you don't allow me, I always have to cherish myself and pay some price for it, it's not impossible, Mr. Yuan does have his reason when he speaks.

It is still that mountain forest, except for the faint smell of blood, there is no trace of a sniper before, and the level of the military's handling of the scene does not seem to be worse than that of the Supervision Yuan.

All the people had already been evacuated, and Ding Han, who was left by Yan Xiaoyi's son to deal with the aftermath, was the last to leave the forest.

Strangely enough, shortly after he left, he quietly turned back into the woods, and under a pile of mud debris, he found a broken arrow that he had deliberately concealed, and carefully slipped it into his bosom.

Then, he spat two more mouthfuls on his hand, and began to dig up the ground very hard, I don't know how long, and finally dug a very deep place, dug out the several shapeless corpses that had been burned, confirmed the corpse of the three stones, he took the dagger from his boot, inserted it into the neck bone of the corpse, and cut off the head of the master of the three stones very carefully.

After refilling the soil, sprinkling leaves, and spreading green moss, and confirming that there was no problem, the figure named Ding Han sighed with satisfaction and turned to leave the mountain forest.

He didn't have to go into Kyoto because the place he was going to was already outside Kyoto.

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The mountain behind the Chen Garden, the back door, the wooden arch, the old servant.

The old servant took a box and a package from him, Ding Han bowed silently, and began to return to the camp.

In a cold room, Chen Pingping sat in a wheelchair, looked at the charred black head on the cloth with a smile, and asked, "You say...... It's all burned like this, can Your Majesty still recognize that it's that idiot from Sanshi?"

The old servant couldn't say anything, but he seemed to be a little happy when he looked at the old man, and he was happy too.

Chen Pingping took out the broken arrow from the box again, squinted her eyes and looked at it for a long time, and then suddenly said in a sharp voice: "Sanshi is a fool......, do you say that the eldest princess is also a fool? But it's also easy to expose, isn't it?"

Obviously, the president of the Supervisory Yuan is a little disdainful of the conspiracy level of the younger generation.

He gently stroked the woolen blanket on his knees with his thin hands, shook his head and said, "There are always some people in this world who think that there are some things that no one will ever know...... For example, that bullshit isn't Junshan Club. ”

The old servant said softly, "Do you want to enter the palace?"

"Hmm. ”

"Lady Tisi's side seems to be having a hard time getting started. The old servant is Chen Pingping's intimate butler for twenty years, and he knows most of the dean's thoughts, so he reminded him carelessly.

Chen Pingping fell into silence, and said after a while: "Fan Xian, maybe it will be too early...... But let him do what he thinks is right, and what he might not want to do, I'll do it. ”

There are many things that Chen Pingping will never tell Fan Xian, because he knows that Fan Xian's heart is far less hard and strong than his own. He pushed his wheelchair to the window, and in the distance there was a faint sound of laughter from the beauties collected by the old man.

He looked outside, thinking of someone Yuan who had been by the eldest princess's side, and couldn't help but smile innocently like a child: "Often the enemies don't want me to know things, in fact, I know everything, but ......"

A hint of self-deprecation flashed in the old man's eyes, and he sighed and said, "Being a person who knows everything, in fact, sometimes, is not a happy thing. ”

The old servant gently pinched his shoulder, knowing that tomorrow the dean entered the palace with his head and broken arrow, the Junshan Society would be revealed to His Majesty for the first time, and His Majesty would finally make up his mind.

What the Dean needs is for His Majesty to make up his mind.

Chen Pingping slowly lowered her head, if she didn't make some big things happen, and if she didn't kill a few nobles in the palace, how could she be willing to die?