The rain in late autumn gradually became heavier.

Five bamboos in the rain. Under the strange gaze of pedestrians on the street. walked all the way out of the alley and came to the small fork next to the Tianhe River. Wet rain ran down his lichen. The black cloth on the ground on his face slowly dripped downward. He stopped here. Then he raised his head slightly and looked at the palace in the mist and rain in the distance.

Yesterday afternoon, Wuzhu was also here to see the palace for a long time, although he was a man from the temple. Subconsciously follow Fan Xian to visit the traveler of the world. The Imperial Palace is indeed one of the best places to visit in Kyoto. The most majestic and spectacular building. But Wuzhu came here for two days in a row, and there must have been some other chance that influenced his decision.

Under the eaves of the street. A few Kyoto urchins in small padded jackets are carrying boxy school bags. Rub your hands together. Resisting the cold. The little face was a little white from the cold. These children had to go to the public school run by the imperial court every day. I also had umbrellas with me, but I didn't expect it. When I walked to the entrance of the alley. The rain suddenly became heavier.

"Look. It was the fool from yesterday!" A little guy is thinking that this rain is too boring. Although it seems that it is possible to delay the time of the class. But who wants to bow their heads under other people's roofs all the time, just at this time. He found Wuzhu standing in the rain like an idiot, and recognized that the other party was the fool who allowed him to abuse and play with him yesterday. It's like rediscovering a new continent.

There were no stones under the eaves, and the urchins had their eyes spinning and found some ballast beside a coal stove that had not been completely burned out the night before. Screaming and laughing, he screamed and began to throw at Wuzhu.

I don't know why, it seems that humans are at a very young age. It seems to be a kind of nature to be very good at bullying people who are weaker than themselves to prove their strength, so as to obtain some kind of spiritual satisfaction, otherwise why would those children, why would they feel joy when they listen to the sound of coal ballast hitting Wuzhu's body? Why do they watch Wuzhu being smashed all over his body and dirty. Will you feel happy?

There are not many people hiding from the rain on the streets. In the eyes of these small people in Kyoto, the blind man standing in the rain in a daze. Clearly an idiot. As a disabled person, I can't help but feel a little sympathetic, but in addition to sympathy, I looked at the smudge on the blind man's body. There is also some subconscious disgust.

So except for a woman who looks like an aunt. scolded those little cubs fiercely. The others didn't move, just watched indifferently at the disapproving children in their own way. Venting the violent desires that life has.

Smack. A lump of water-stained coal smashed into the face of Wuzhu Pattern and did not move at all, without any expression, and made a crisp sound. It was like a slap in the face.

That piece of ballast. The black cloth on Wuzhu's face was slightly offset. Wuzhu's pale face was also a little offset. It doesn't seem to be quite clear what's going on. Then he straightened the black on his face. Slowly turned around and looked at the children under the eaves whose hands were not clean.

The urchins are not afraid. Because yesterday smashed an afternoon. This blind idiot didn't show the slightest sign of resistance, on the contrary, they felt even more excited when they saw Wuzhu's reaction today. smashed into the coal ballast in the rain in the street, and suddenly became dense.

Bang bang bang, someone finally found the stone, mixed with coal ballast, and smashed it into Wuzhu's head and face. Leaves dirty marks. and a trace of blood. As soon as it was washed by the rain, it flowed on the pale face of Wuzhu, like a flood after the dry season, carrying thousands of years of garbage, washing out palpitating traces on the face of the vicissitudes of the earth.

Wuzhu still didn't dodge, it turned out that Wuzhu would also be injured, he looked at those who kept screaming and laughing through the black cloth. Children waving their little hands do not understand why they are attacking themselves. I don't understand it even more. Why do these children smile so fiercely on their innocent faces? He didn't understand why the stones were one by one. Whether it's a pointed or round stone. Hit yourself on the head. On the face, but my heart feels a little weird?

What kind of emotion is that, sadness, disappointment, anger, unwillingness, or is it just emotion? Wuzhu looked at the children and let them smash them. There was a confusion in my mind, but suddenly it seemed like something was a little more.

Suddenly, the rain became very heavy. Late autumn in the sky of Kyoto. It's like someone killed a big hole, and countless rivers, lakes and seas splashed down from that unfathomable big hole. Turned into a rain of rain. Torrential rain. Scattered on the streets and alleys of houses.

Wuzhu's mind also seemed to have suddenly opened a big hole. The clear light of the sky shone down, enveloping him in a strange emotion.

There is emotion, what does this prove? Is it the same proof as the curiosity that the young man named Fan Xian said? Wuzhu began to think again, thinking silently in the heavy rain.

The young man named Fan Xian had said a lot to him. But he didn't understand. I can't understand it, I can't understand it, I just remember it.

What did the young man called Fan Xiandi do? It seems that he has gone to that palace. It seems to be for revenge, why revenge, for whom? It seems that someone died, so the person called Fan Xiandi was unwilling and unhappy. Is it a woman named Ye Qingmei, and an old cripple named Chen Pingping?

These two unfamiliar names. It seems to be with this rain all over the world. and the clear light that came out of that big hole. It became clear in Wuzhu's mind. It became familiar, but it gave him some headaches. He still couldn't remember who the other party was, didn't he spend his whole life in the temple?

Wuzhu still doesn't remember anything. But he had something he wasn't supposed to have. That's the emotion, in fact, since yesterday afternoon, that emotion. and it had filled his heart. Let his eyes be only through the black cloth. Quietly look at that kind of palace.

This emotion is called disgust, and I don't know why. Gotake himself couldn't explain that he hated the tallest building in Kyoto, maybe it was just because he instinctively hated the people in that building.

When leaving the Snow Temple, the young man named Fan Xian said to himself while coughing up blood. You have to follow your own heart, but ...... What is the heart? Is it the vivid and strange place that I feel at the moment...... Sentiment?

Wuzhu decided to go to the palace to find the true source of his emotions, and to see if there was anyone he wanted to see inside. Destined to see people in the dark. So his hand rested steadily on the subway chisel at his waist. At the same time, bow your head slightly. He put on the hat on his back and covered the rain from heaven and earth. Cover your eyes with a black cloth.

However, the children were still happily throwing stones and coal ballast, and after a moment of silence, Wuzhu let go of the subway drill in his hand and crouched down. The palms of his hands were scratching in the sewage that flowed on the ground. Grabbed a handful of ballast that was not hard.

You can't hurt human beings, unless it's for the overall benefit of human beings, but the biggest difference between Wuzhu and the old man in the temple is that he doesn't understand the overall good. What kind of shit exactly. What does it have to do with yourself.

Those young humans may just be playing. Wuzhu thinks so, and reacts in this way, at least for these young people who bully themselves. There was no disgust in his heart. There are no angry emotions either.

Since it's a game. I play a game with them, and maybe they won't be so pestering me anymore. Wuzhu directly threw the coal ballast mixed with rainwater in his hand towards the children under the eaves of the street house.

There was a cry of terror. There was a flurry of footsteps. Countless weepings. The sound of someone fainting and falling to the ground in the rain. The chaotic voice sounded along with Wuzhu's action.

A handful of ballast mixed with sewage is accurately divided into four servings. It accurately hit the bodies of the naughty boys, and one of them, who laughed the loudest, was directly smashed on the head and bleed, and passed out in the rain without saying a word.

After a deathly silence at the corner of the street, an angry roar erupted: "The fool has killed someone!"

The people of Kyoto who were indifferent before. At this moment, they all suddenly became excellent citizens who were eager for justice and righteousness. Report to the official and inform the parents of the parents, and there are some middle-aged men. He took out his stick and mop, ready to knock the idiot to the ground.

They are all neighbors, so it is naturally impossible to watch the children suffer so much. The mother of the child who had passed out on the ground threw herself on top of the child and cried loudly. Cursing Wuzhu viciously.

Wuzhu looked at all this indifferently, still not understanding. If it's a game dialect. Why did the woman cry? If it wasn't for the game, why didn't they stop the kids before? I knew I wasn't really hurt, but if the humans knew they weren't normal? When the kids hit themselves. Aren't they worried about my safety?

In the rain. Silently, Wuzhu faintly learned something. I understand a little that human emotions have nothing to do with choices and truths, and it turns out that they are divided by intimacy and likes and dislikes.

In today's world, Wuzhu thinks that the person who has the closest relationship with him should be the young man named Fan Xiandi. He hated the palace the most, so he ignored the crazy people, and seriously smoothed out the wrinkles of the black cloth on his face, and put his hand on the iron hammer at his waist. Step into the royal palace in the distance.

Someone tried to kill the idiot. Blind. The madman, and then he fainted to the ground. The stick was broken in two. In the heavy rain, he was dressed in cloth. Five bamboos in a hat. It was easy to get out of the angry encirclement of the people of Kyoto, leaving only a place of screaming people behind him.

Wuzhu did not kill anyone. It's not that he doesn't dare to kill. It's the habit he has developed over hundreds of thousands of years, so he can't think of killing, when he wants to kill the ground. Kill again.

When the officials of Kyoto Prefecture arrived at the fork in the road next to the Tianhe River, the madman who had knocked down the people in a place had long since disappeared, looking at the people in the place who were crying out in the rain. After a brief look, the head of the official squad gasped. I wonder who this is. It's so clean. How could a strong man be disdainful of having trouble with these unarmed people? The head of the government service team felt some chills in his body, not because of the injuries of these people. It's because the blind man who has disappeared, if it's really as these people say. The man was a fool. Then there is no doubt about it. This fool must be the most powerful martial arts maniac of all time.

Let such a martial madman run around Kyoto. The head of the official team is terrible to think about. He immediately asked his subordinates to notify the Kyoto Prefecture Yamen, and then nervously asked a person next to him: "Where did that madman go?"

"It seems to be heading in the direction of the square. The man replied in a trembling voice. Gritted his teeth and said, "That person has been staring at the palace for two days, and I'm afraid that there will be a problem. ”

The head of the official team didn't need to ask again, and he understood that this person was trying to kill that madman. Something involves the palace, and there is no way to live. However, when he heard that the martial madman was heading straight in the direction of the palace, the head of the official team felt a little more relaxed. After all, there are many masters in the palace. The forbidden army is tight. No matter how powerful a martial madman is, he can only be knocked to the ground, even if the legendary Lord Xiaofan is killed, can he still break into the palace?

The rain kept falling, and Wuzhu didn't know how desperate the people in the distant street behind him were to let him die. He didn't know that the head of the official team had pronounced his death sentence, and that he was just wearing a hat. Hold the iron drill, step by step. Unusually steady and crisp walking towards the palace square.

In Northern Qi Yaoya County, Fan Xian bought him new cloth shoes to step on in the water. It was already soaking wet, and with each step, Wuzhudi's mind felt like a drum. Hit him in the heart. Striking his soul. Ye Qingmei, Chen Pingping. Fan Xian. These seemingly distant but extremely close names keep ringing.

At each step, he vaguely remembered something, though not clearly. But it's very close. For example, this imperial city in the cold rain, such as Kyoto, which is full of familiar flavors and is full of self-made glass. It's so familiar.

And the same. As we approach the Imperial City Square. Wuzhu's disgust for this palace was even deeper. This imperial city stands majestically in the midst of heavy rain. It's so unshakable, so solemn and ...... Disgusting.

Kyoto is the old place. The Royal Palace is also the old place. Wuzhu thought so.

Walk alone in the rain in the old land. Encountering roadblocks, rain sprinkled all over the ground. The road is quiet and lonely. This is a sad rain, and people are too lazy to take shelter.

It was a person, not a rain, a team of full-body armor in the rain. The slaughter is full of the forbidden soldiers. The rain hit these elite gray armor of the Qingguo military. There was a crackling sound, striking on their solemn faces, but it could not arouse the change of mood in the silk room.

The emotions on Wuzhu's face did not change in the slightest. His body was still leaning forward slightly, so that the hat on his head covered the rainstorm from the sky, and his feet did not stagnate, nor did he speed up. Just steadily at the pace he was used to. Walk towards the middle of the square.

Wuzhu wanted to go into the palace to have a look. So you have to go through the main entrance of the palace. So to walk through this rainstorm square, for him. This is exceptionally simple logic. He didn't care if anyone would stop him. And his unusually simple logic seemed unusually indifferent and bold to the forbidden army in charge of the security of the palace.

The news of Fan Xian's return to Beijing. It had already come out of the Ye Mansion last night. To this day, all the upper echelons of Qingguo know this shocking news. And the palace is from last night. Martial law began, and the inspection was extremely strict, and the defense work was raised to an unprecedented level of tension.

Even on the day when the Kyoto garrison escorted the old dean of the Supervision Yuan Chen back to Beijing. The entire Imperial City was not as heavily guarded as it is today. Because everyone knows what Fan Xian returned to Beijing for, he will definitely try to enter the palace again to assassinate the Nanqing court. Definitely will not give this rebel a second chance.

Patrol work in the forbidden military area. It has spread outward by a third of the territory more than before. Heavy rain this morning. The feeling of clammy and cold made everyone raise their vigilance. They also felt palpitations, because they didn't know where Fan Xian was now and when he would enter the palace.

The small turmoil at the fork in the road of Tianhe Road actually fell in the eyes of the forbidden army. It's just that the soldiers who are responsible for supervising the security of the perimeter do not regard the emergencies of a martial madman as too important.

However, when this man wore a hat and was blinded in both eyes. Suddenly, he showed his amazing strength and began to walk silently towards the palace. The Praetorian Army finally noticed a hint of weirdness.

When the blind man with a hat wore a cloth shoe on his right foot stepped onto the bluestone slab of the Imperial City Square, the Janissaries issued the first warning and began to gather force to capture the man in one fell swoop.

However, Wuzhu didn't seem to hear the warning that was enough to chill the hearts of most people in the world, and he still walked steadily and silently, under the vigilant gaze of the generals of the forbidden army in the imperial city. In the cold and murderous gaze of the soldiers of the forbidden army in the square. Walk steadily step by step.

If so, be warned three times. The blind man in the pouring rain. It still seems to be unheard, and it is ignored. Step by step, towards the center of the square, towards the main entrance of the palace.

Even at this time. The Janissaries still considered the strange figure to be a madman, and did not associate him with an Assassin. Because in the eyes of secular people, no matter how powerful an assassin is, even if it is a sword in the past. It is impossible to choose such an open and honest way to assassinate. Surrounded by more than 10,000 forbidden troops, under the towering walls of the imperial palace, no one could kill so many people. Kill into the palace and point your sword at Your Majesty.

Unless there is a God in this world.

So the Janissaries thought this strangely blind man. Maybe it's just a crazy man with extremely bad luck, and in such a tense situation, he suddenly broke into the forbidden place in front of the palace. Greet him. It can only be death.

Wuzhu is still walking. It seems that he didn't see the column of forbidden soldiers blocking him in front of him, and the wind and rain were still raging at this time, and the endless rain was like a huge wave in the East China Sea. His lonely figure was about to be swallowed up, but it could never really be swallowed up. for he came out of the rain again.

"Kill. A forbidden military officer's eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt a piercing chill coming from the blind man not far away. The blind man had gone into the forbidden place. And a dangerously feeling. So that the school officer no longer has any hesitation. Instructions were given.

Smack. The forbidden troops who stopped in front of Wuzhu drew their swords in unison. The sword light instantly lit up the rainy sky in front of the imperial city.

didn't sneer at the sword, Wuzhu just steadily pulled out the subway drill on his waist. Then stabbed out. His speed in the violent wind and rain did not seem to be fast, and the momentum of the drill was not very wonderful. However...... Each time the drill was handed out, the tip of the drill would accurately stab a Janissary in the throat.

Accurate. Clean. Stability, this is how Wuzhu feels when he makes a move, it's very simple. However, it's as simple as it gets. It became a kind of realm.

From the exit of the school officer's killing to Wuzhu's stabbing to death all the forbidden soldiers in front of him. It's just that a few breaths have passed. In the rain, there was a corpse lying behind Wuzhudi, and as soon as the blood gushed out of the throats of those corpses, it was washed away by the rain.

In the process of killing. Wuzhu's speed has not changed in the slightest. The pace of the two feet in the rain is still so steady. It's like walking through the rain without any hindrance. Kill people all the way.

This is not the unrivalled chic. It didn't give all the forbidden troops around the palace the feeling of a strong man strolling around. They just felt cold, cold, because the blind man's shot was so steady, even to the point of indifference.

The Forbidden Army didn't even know how those colleagues had died under the iron hammer, because the blind man with the hat did not have enough momentum to break through the heavens and the earth, and his shots were not very tricky.

It's just that the iron drill seems to be covered with a layer of heavenly cold, and all the angles of the ground can be easily calculated in the rain. All possible, then picked the most reasonable a spatial gap. Hand it out.

It seems simple, but in fact it is earth-shattering. It is enough to make everyone who sees this scene completely lose any confidence in being an enemy of it!

The officer watched his subordinates and died at the hands of this blind man in a hat. He felt a chill all over his body. It's colder than the autumn rain that keeps falling around you.

Wuzhu walked in front of him. The school officer suddenly felt that the other party's piece was wet with rain. The cloth clothes that come to color are a little dark. It is not like an ordinary piece of clothing, and the iron hammer held by the other party is not an ordinary weapon. The other party is not ...... A person, but condensed all the earth mysteries in heaven and earth, breathing all the cold earth monsters in heaven and earth.

The officer shuddered and drew his knife bravely, then saw an iron hammer pierced under his jaw. And then like lightning.

It's too fast, why did you look so slow before? Why can't you dodge it? Fell heavily in the rain. Frightened, his eyes were drowning in water, and he watched a pair of soaked cloth shoes walk past his skull.

At this time, the feet in the cloth shoes were still so stable.

The rain still keeps falling, and the forbidden army keeps dying. The unknown fear of killing the god in the hat made the soldiers of the Forbidden Army, who were in charge of the safety of the palace, extremely angry and brave, and killed one after another.

However, these forbidden troops couldn't stop even Wuzhu's steady footsteps.

Wuzhu bowed his head. Turning, bending his knees, with a calmness and calculation that is completely beyond the imagination of mortals, he calmly let go of all the weapons that could hurt his body, and then handed out the iron hammer straight, tearing open the curtain of autumn rain in front of him. Tear open the ground in front of you and besiege it.

He just wanted to go into the palace to see, and for this reason, people kept falling beside him, and blood kept reflecting the rain curtains. There were people dying, falling into the rain, and there were screams. There were screams, there were muffled grunts.

It's like a person who has fallen into the dust for no apparent reason. He who came to earth and angels. In the most calm way. It is also the most frightening way, guarding the side of the emperor in the harvest. reaping the lives of the mundane and the lowly.

The people in front of Wuzhu. Fewer and fewer, dead bodies on the ground. But there are more and more.

Suddenly. Wuzhu stopped in the middle of the square in front of the imperial city. There was no one standing beside him. Around him, hundreds of Praetorian soldiers lay in pools of blood. No matter how violent the autumn rain is, it can't be in an instant at this time. Washing away the blood, he slowly raised his head and looked at the top of the imperial city.

The forbidden army in the city has already bent its bow and arrows. The dense feather arrows have been aimed at the five bamboos in front of the palace gate, and ten thousand arrows may be fired at any time.

Wuzhu stood in the blood water. Raise your head, through the black cloth. Look at the familiar and unfamiliar imperial city, look at those terrifying arrows. His face was still calm and not at all afraid. He just slowly raised his right arm. He stretched out the subway drill in his hand into the rainstorm, and let the rain wash away the blood stains on it.

The rain crackled against the iron drills.

The soulless forbidden army that had been killed by the iron hammer had already been ordered to retreat to the palace gate. At this time, the vermilion underground palace door was closed. The vast square was filled with nothing but the bloody corpses lying on the ground. There is only the wind and rain and ...... in the sky like stormy waves The one was wearing a hat. A blind man standing alone.

Countless people up and down the imperial city saw this scene. They all felt a chill from the deepest part of their hearts, who is this unimaginably powerful blind man?

With a pale face, the forbidden army commanded the palace ceremony. Standing at the head of the city and watching the blind man standing alone in the rain, his body trembled slightly, and he thought of the woman and her young servant from many years ago, and a fear swelled up in his heart like never before. He knew who the other party was. His Majesty in the palace had been informed at the first time, but he didn't know it at all. Can your tens of thousands of forbidden troops stop each other?

Wuzhu is here, Wuzhu is finally here, and he is here to avenge Miss!

Gong Diandi's heart kept echoing these words that made his heart tremble.

Standing alone in the wind and rain, he used an iron drill to challenge the entire powerful Qingguo Imperial Court's Wuzhu, but he didn't have these ideas. He just suddenly said to himself, "There is a living inside." It seems to be ...... Small plums. ”

The sky is full of wind and rain, and the Si people are independent, although there are tens of millions of people, I will go to it.