The rain in late autumn gradually became heavier.

In the rain, under the strange eyes of pedestrians on the street, Wuzhu walked all the way out of the alley and came to the small fork next to the Tianhe Road. The wet rain slowly dripped down his clothes, and the black cloth on his face slowly dripped down, and he stopped here, and then raised his head slightly, looking at the palace in the distance in the mist and rain.

Yesterday afternoon, Wuzhu also looked at the Imperial Palace here for a long time, although he was a traveler from the temple, subconsciously followed Fan Xian to visit the world, the Imperial Palace is indeed the most worthy place to visit in Kyoto, the most majestic and magnificent building, but Wuzhu came here two times in a row, presumably there were some other opportunities that influenced his decision.

Under the eaves of the street, a few Kyoto urchins wearing small cotton jackets are carrying square school bags, rubbing their hands, resisting the cold, and their little faces are a little white from the cold. These children had to go to the public school set up by the imperial court every rì, and they all carried umbrellas with them, but they didn't expect that when they walked to the alley, the rain would suddenly become heavier.

"Look, it's the fool from yesterday!" A little guy was thinking that the rain was too boring, although it seemed that he could delay the time of class, but who wanted to keep his head bowed under someone else's roof, just at this time, he found Wuzhu standing in the rain like an idiot, and recognized that the other party was the fool who let him play with it yesterday, as if he had rediscovered a new continent.

There were no stones under the eaves, and the naughty boys, with their eyes spinning, found some ballast that had not been completely burned out last night by a coal stove, laughed and screamed, and began to throw them at Wuzhu.

I don't know why, it seems that at a very young age, human beings are very good at bullying people who are weaker than themselves in order to prove their strength, so as to obtain some kind of jīng divine satisfaction. This seems to be a kind of heavenly xìng, otherwise why would those children feel happy when they listen to the sound of coal ballast smashing on Wuzhu's body? Why do they feel happy when they see Wuzhu being smashed all over his body?

There are not many people hiding from the rain on the street, and in the eyes of these small number of Kyoto people, the blind man standing in the rain in a daze is obviously an idiot and a disabled person, and he can't help but feel some sympathy, but in addition to sympathy, looking at the stains on the blind man's body, he has some subconscious disgust.

So except for a woman who looked like an aunt and scolded those little cubs fiercely, no one else did anything, just indifferently watched those disapproving children vent their violent hopes in their own way.

With a snap, a lump of water-stained coal smashed into Wuzhu's unmoving, expressionless face, and made a crisp sound, like a slap in the face.

The piece of coal ballast knocked the black cloth on Wuzhu's face a little off. Wuzhu's pale face also turned a little, as if he didn't quite understand what was going on, and then he straightened the black bula on his face, slowly turned around, and looked at the children under the eaves whose hands were not clean.

The naughty boys were not afraid, because they smashed it for an afternoon yesterday, and this blind idiot did not have the slightest sign of resistance, on the contrary, they saw that Wuzhu had a reaction today, but they felt even more excited, and smashed into the coal ballast in the rain in the street, and suddenly became dense.

Bang bang bang, finally someone found the stone, mixed with coal ballast, smashed to Wuzhu's head and face, leaving dirty traces, and a little blood, washed by the rain, it flowed on Wuzhu's pale face, like a flood after the dry season, carrying tens of millions of years of garbage, in the face of the vicissitudes of the earth, washed out the traces of palpitations.

Wuzhu still didn't dodge, it turned out that Wuzhu would also be injured, he looked at the children who kept squeezing and waving their little hands through the layer of black cloth, and didn't understand why they wanted to attack him, let alone why these children's innocent faces would smile so fiercely, and he didn't understand why the stones, whether they were sharp or round, smashed on his head, and his face and heart felt a little weird?

What kind of emotion is that?sadness?disappointment?anger?unwillingness?Or is it just the word love?Wuzhu looked at those children, let them smash them, and suddenly seemed to have something more in his chaotic mind.

The rain suddenly became very heavy, and the sky of Kyoto in late autumn was like someone had killed a big hole, and countless rivers, lakes and seas poured down from that unfathomable big hole, turning into a torrential rain and torrential rain scattered on the streets and alleys and houses.

Wuzhu's mind also seemed to have suddenly opened a big hole, and the clear light of the sky shè fell, enveloping him in a strange feeling.

What does this prove? Is it the same proof that the young man named Fan Xian said about curiosity? Wuzhu began to think again, silently in the majestic rain.

The young man named Fan Xian had said a lot to him, but he couldn't understand, couldn't understand, couldn't understand, just remembered it in his heart.

What did that young man named Fan Xian do? It seems that he went to the palace, as if he was going to take revenge, why revenge, who to avenge himself? It seems that someone died, so the person named Fan Xian was unwilling and unhappy, it was a woman named Ye Qingmei, and an old cripple named Chen Pingping?

These two unfamiliar names, as if with the rain in the sky and the clear light in the big hole, became gradually clear and familiar in Wuzhu's mind, but what made him a little headache was that he still couldn't remember who the other party was, didn't he be in the temple all his life?

Wuzhu still doesn't remember anything, but he has something he shouldn't have, that is, love xù, in fact, since yesterday afternoon, that kind of love xù has already filled his heart, so that his eyes are just through the black cloth, quietly looking at that kind of palace.

I don't know why, Gotake himself can't explain it, he is disgusted with the tallest building in Kyoto, maybe it's just because he instinctively dislikes the people in that building?

When he left the Snow Temple, the young man named Fan Xian coughed up blood and said to himself that he should follow his heart, but ...... What is the heart? Is it the vivid strangeness that I feel at the moment...... 情xù?

Wuzhu decided to go to the palace to have a look, to find out the true source of his love, to see if there was anyone he wanted to see, someone he was destined to see in the dark, so his hand was steadily placed on the iron hammer at his waist, and at the same time he lowered his head slightly, and put on the hat on his back again, covering the rain in the sky and the black cloth covering his eyes.

However, the children were still happily throwing stones and ballast, and after a moment of silence, Wuzhu let go of the iron drill in his hand, crouched down, and scratched his palm in the sewage flowing on the ground, and grabbed a handful of coal ballast, which 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 what kind of shit this thing is for the overall benefit, and what it has to do with himself.

Those young humans may just be playing, Wuzhu thinks so, and reacts in this way, at least for these young humans who bully him, he has no disgust in his heart, and no anger in his heart.

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

A frightened cry, a panicked footsteps, countless cries, the sound of someone fainting in the rain and falling to the ground, the chaotic sound sounded along Wuzhu's action.

A handful of coal ballast mixed with sewage, accurately divided into four parts, accurately hit the bodies of the naughty boys, and one of the naughty boys who laughed the loudest was directly smashed on the head and bleed, and fainted in the rain without saying a word.

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

The people of Kyoto, who were indifferent before, suddenly became excellent citizens who were anxious for justice and righteousness, reporting to the officials, informing the parents to inform the parents, and some middle-aged men, taking out sticks and mops, ready to knock the idiot who had committed a mess 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 threw herself on top of the child, crying loudly and cursing Wuzhu viciously.

Wuzhu looked at this qiē indifferently, still not understanding, if it was a game, why did the woman cry, if it wasn't a game, why didn't they stop these children before? I knew that I wouldn't really get hurt, did these humans also know that I wasn't a normal person? Didn't they worry about my safety when those children beat me before?

In the rain, the silent Wuzhu faintly learned something, and slightly understood that human emotions have nothing to do with choices and truths, and were originally divided by intimacy and likes and dislikes.

In today's world, Wuzhu thinks that the person who is closest to him should be the young man named Fan Xian, who hates the palace the most, so he no longer pays attention to these crazy people, and seriously re-smooths the wrinkles of the black cloth on his face, puts his hand on the iron drill on his waist, and steps towards the palace in the distance.

Someone tried to kill the idiot, the blind man, the madman, and then he fainted and fell to the ground, and the stick was broken in two. In the heavy rain, Gotake, dressed in a cloth coat and a hat, easily walked out of the angry encirclement of the people of Kyoto, leaving behind only the people who screamed in pain.

Wuzhu didn't kill anyone, it's not that he didn't dare to kill, but the habit he had cultivated over hundreds of thousands of years made him think of killing, and when he wanted to kill, kill again.

When the official of Kyoto Prefecture rushed to the fork next to the Tianhe Road, the madman who knocked down the people in a place had long since disappeared, looking at the people in a place who were screaming in the rain, the head of the government official team gasped after a little inspection, and secretly wondered which master this was, so clean and neat. How could a strong man be disdainful of having trouble with these unarmed people? The head of the official squad felt a little chill in his body, not because of the injuries of these people, but because of the blind man who had disappeared, if it was really as these people said, that man was a fool, then there was no doubt that this fool must be the most powerful martial madman in history.

Let such a martial madman run around in Kyoto, the head of the official team is terrible to think, he asked his subordinates to notify the Kyoto Prefecture Yamen as soon as possible, 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 man has been staring at the palace for two days, and he is afraid that there is a problem." ”

The head of the official team didn't need to ask again, and he understood that this person wanted to kill that madman, and what involved the palace, so there was no way to live. However, I heard that the martial madman went straight in the direction of the palace, and the head of the official team felt a little more relaxed, after all, there are many masters in the palace, the forbidden army is strict, and no matter how powerful the martial madman is, he can only be knocked to the ground, even if the legendary Xiao Fan is killed, can he still break into the palace?

............ The rain kept falling, and Wuzhu didn't know how eager the people at the far street behind him wanted him to die, and he didn't know that the head of the government had already pronounced his death sentence. He just wore a hat and held an iron chisel, step by step, unusually steady and crisp towards the palace square.

In Northern Qi Yaoya County, the new cloth shoes that Fan Xian bought for him were already soaked in the water. With each step, Wuzhu's mind was like a drum, beating his heart and his soul, Ye Qingmei, Chen Pingping, Fan Xian, these seemingly distant but extremely close names kept ringing.

At every step, he vaguely remembered something, although it was not clear, but it was extremely close, such as this imperial city in the cold rain, such as this Kyoto, which is full of familiar flavors and full of glass made by himself, is so familiar.

In the same way, as the first step towards the Imperial City Square approached, Wuzhu's disgust for this imperial palace deepened, this imperial city standing majestically in the torrential rain, was so unshakable, so solemn and ...... Disgusting.

Kyoto is the old place, and so is the Imperial Palace, Gotake thought.

Walking alone in the rain in the old land, the road is blocked and the rain is sprinkled all over the ground, the road is quiet and lonely, and the people who are too lazy to avoid the rain are lazy.

............ It was people who were blocking Wuzhu's way, not the rain, it was a group of soldiers of the forbidden army who were full of armor in the rain, and the rain hit these gray armor of Qing Fang Jīng Rui, crackling, hitting their solemn faces, but it could not arouse the slightest change in emotion.

The emotion on Wuzhu's face did not change in the slightest, his body still leaned forward slightly, so that the hat on his head covered the rainstorm falling from the sky, and his feet did not stagnate, nor did he speed up, but walked steadily towards the middle of the square at the speed he was used to.

Wuzhu wants to enter the palace to see, so he has to pass through the main gate of the palace, so he has to walk through this square in the rainstorm. For him, this is unusually simple logic, and he doesn't care if anyone will stop him. And his unusually simple logic seemed unusually cold and bold to the forbidden army who was in charge of the security of the palace.

The news of Fan Xian's return to Beijing had already spread from Yefu last night, and now rì, all the upper echelons of Qingguo know this shocking news. The Imperial Palace, on the other hand, has been under martial law since last night, and the inspection is extremely strict, and the defense work has been raised to an unprecedented level of tension.

Even when the Kyoto garrison escorted the old dean of the Supervision Yuan Chen back to Beijing, the security of the entire imperial city was not as strict 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, and the Nanqing Imperial Court will definitely not give this rebel a second chance.

The inspection work of the forbidden army extended a third of the area outward than to rì, and a heavy rain in the morning and the feeling of dampness and coldness made everyone raise their hearts and feel 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 Tianhe Road actually fell in the eyes of the forbidden army, but the soldiers who were responsible for supervising the perimeter security work did not regard the emergency of a martial madman as too important.

However, when this martial madman wearing a hat and blind eyes suddenly showed extremely amazing strength and began to walk silently towards the palace, the forbidden army finally noticed a trace of strangeness.

When the blind man wearing a hat stepped on the stagnant water on the bluestone slab of the Imperial City Square, the forbidden army issued the first jǐng announcement and began to gather force to capture the man in one fell swoop.

However, Wuzhu didn't seem to hear the jǐng notice that was enough to make the vast majority of people in the world feel cold, and he still walked steadily and silently, in the eyes of the generals of the forbidden army in the imperial city, and in the cold and murderous eyes of the soldiers of the forbidden army in the square, he walked steadily step by step.

If it is the case, the blind man in the cloth in the heavy rain still seems to have not heard it, and turned a blind eye, step by step towards the square zhōngyāng, towards the main gate of the palace.

Even at this time, the Forbidden Army considered the eccentric 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 the Sigu Sword of the year, 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 palace, no one can kill so many people, kill into the palace, and point the sword at His Majesty.

Unless there really is a god in this world.

Therefore, the forbidden army thought that this strange blind man might just be a madman with extremely bad luck, and in such a tense situation, he suddenly broke into the forbidden place in front of the palace, and he could only be greeted with death.

............ Wuzhu was still walking, and he didn't seem to see the column of forbidden soldiers blocking him in front of him. At this time, the wind and rain were still raging, and the endless rain was like a huge wave in the East China Sea, engulfing his lonely figure, but he could not really swallow it, because he walked out of the rain again.

"Kill. A forbidden military officer's eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt a piercing chill that penetrated from the blind man not far away, who had already walked into the forbidden land, and a sense of danger made the school officer no longer hesitate and give orders.

With a bang, the forbidden troops who stopped in front of Wuzhu drew their swords in unison, and the sword light instantly lit up the rainy sky in front of the imperial city.

Without sneering at the sword, Wuzhu just steadily pulled out the iron hammer on his waist, and then stabbed it out. His speed did not seem fast in the violent wind and rain, and the momentum of the drill was not very wonderful, and yet...... Each time the drill was handed out, the tip of the drill stabbed a Janissary in the throat with precision.

Accurate, clean, and steady, this is the feeling of Wuzhu when he shoots, it is very simple, but it is simple to the extreme, and it has become a certain realm.

From the exit of the school officer's killing to Wuzhu's stabbing of all the forbidden soldiers in front of him, but a few breaths of time passed, and in the rain, Wuzhu was lying behind a corpse, 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 did not change in the slightest, and the pace of his two feet in the rain was still so steady, as if he was not hindered by anything, walking through the rain all the way, killing people all the way.

This is not the chic of a peerless master, nor does it bring the feeling of a strong man walking around the forbidden army around the palace, they just feel cold, very cold, because the blind man's shot is so steady, stable and even indifferent Cheng dù.

The forbidden army didn't even know how those colleagues died under the iron hammer, because the blind man in the hat did not have the 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 in the rain, it is easy to calculate all the angles and all the possibilities, and then select the most reasonable space gap and hand it out.

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

The officer watched his subordinates and died at the hands of the blind man in the hat, feeling a chill all over his body, even colder than the autumn rain that kept falling around him.

Wuzhu walked in front of him, and the school officer suddenly felt that the other party's cloth coat that was wet by the rain and became a little dark, did not look like an ordinary shirt, and the iron brass held by the other party was not an ordinary weapon, and the other party was not ...... A person, but a monster that condenses all the mysteries of heaven and earth, and breathes all the chill between heaven and earth.

The officer shuddered, drew his sword with great courage, and then saw an iron hammer pierce under his jaw, and then withdrew like lightning.

It's too fast, why did it look so slow before?Why can't you dodge it?The school officer fell heavily into the rain with such a question, his frightened eyes gradually being submerged by the stagnant water, and then he watched a pair of soaked cloth shoes pass by his head.

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

............ The rain still kept falling, the forbidden army kept dying, and the unknown fear brought by the killing god with the hat made the forbidden soldiers 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 even stop the footsteps of Wuzhu steadily.

Wuzhu lowered his head, turned around, bent his knees, and calmly let go of all the weapons that might hurt his body with a calmness and calculation ability that was completely beyond the imagination of mortals, and then handed out the iron drill straight, tearing open the curtain of autumn rain in front of him, and tearing open the siege in front of him.

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

It's like an angel who fell into the dust for no reason and came to the world, in the most peaceful way, and in the most frightening way, harvesting the guards beside the emperor and reaping the mundane and lowly lives.

There are fewer and fewer people in front of Wuzhu, but there are more and more dead corpses on the ground.

............ Suddenly, Wuzhu stopped in the square in front of the imperial city, there was no one standing beside him, and around him, hundreds of forbidden soldiers were lying in pools of blood, no matter how violent the autumn rain was, it was impossible to wash away the blood in an instant. He slowly raised his head and looked above the imperial city.

The forbidden army in the city has already bent its bow and arrows, and 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, raised his head, looked at the familiar and unfamiliar imperial city through the black cloth, looked at those terrifying arrows, his face exposed outside the cloth was still calm, there was no fear at all, he just slowly raised his right arm, stretched the iron 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 been ordered to retreat into the palace gate, and at this time, the vermilion gate was closed, and in addition to the bloody corpses lying on the ground in the vast square, there was only wind and rain and ...... The blind man with his hat and standing alone.

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

The pale face of the forbidden army commander Gong Dian, standing at the head of the city and looking at the blind man standing alone in the rain, his body trembled slightly, thinking of the woman and her young servant many years ago, and a fear surged in his heart like never before. He knew who the other party was, and he had already notified His Majesty in the palace as soon as possible, but he didn't know at all if his tens of thousands of forbidden soldiers could stop the other party.

Wuzhu came, Wuzhu finally came, he avenged the young lady and came Gong Dian's heart kept echoing these words that made his heart tremble.

Standing alone in the wind and rain, he challenged the entire powerful Qingguo Imperial Court with an iron brazing, but he didn't have these thoughts, he just suddenly said to himself: "It seems to be a ...... living inside." Small plums. ”

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