Volume 5 Jinghua Jiangnan Chapter 72 Grandmaster Buyi's Grandmaster Battle

Wuzhu lowered his head slightly, letting the cold wind blow the black cloth on his eyes at night, and his stable and terrifying right hand slowly held the iron chisel handle on his waist, step by step, step by step, towards the side of the noodle shop.

The clothes on the man's body in the noodle shop were made of coarse cloth, earthy yellow, half-sleeved, and not thick, which was exactly the dress of the coolies on the river wharf south of Kyoto, and there was nothing surprising about it. He blinked, the indifference in his eyes did not change at all, and the expression on his face did not move at all, but he slowly stood up from the bench with the sound of Wuzhu's steps.

The man in cloth held a knife in his hand, a straight knife, and with a wave of his hand, the blade whistled and slashed out horizontally - the straight knife fell on the neck of the old man who was hanging down and was picking up the noodles, and the neck of the noodle shop owner snorted, and the blood on his neck was splashed, and it was poured into the pot where the noodles were boiling!

Immediately afterwards, the head of the noodle boss clicked, like the heavy fruit of the autumn tree, broke away from the branches, fell into the noodle soup, and with a snap, several hot and bloody soups were swayed.

Without warning, without reason, unusually cold-blooded and stable shots, the noodle shop owner was in a different place, the old head in the soup floated up and down, and the noodle soup had been dyed a dim red color. Illuminated by the oil lamp, which could go out at any time in a winter night, the scene looked indescribably terrifying and eerie.

Wuzhu stood three feet in front of the cloth-clothed man at this time, and half of his face outside the black cloth did not move at all, as if he didn't care that the other party had just killed an innocent noodle boss in front of him.

"You're from the south. "The blind man's voice is always so monotonous and lacks a sense of rhythm.

The man in cloth slowly withdrew his straight knife, those indifferent eyes. Looking at Wuzhu, although his eyes and expression did not show any emotion, for some reason, it always made people feel that he had entered an extremely vigilant mood.

"Routine patrols. Buyi said in a very thin tone. "Looking for you back. ”

Wuzhu said: "You come to kill Fan Xian." ”

The man in the cloth said: "The news you deliberately released. ”

"Because I didn't find you in the South, I had to force you to show up in this way. Wuzhu looked at him indifferently, like looking at a dead man, "You know that Fan Xian is her descendant, of course she will come to Kyoto to kill him." ”

The man's eyebrows moved a little strangely, as if to express a kind of surprise and incomprehension, but it was obvious that his expression was a little stiff, so it looked a little funny, and the two eyebrows writhed like two small insects.

"You know why, so you let me come. ”

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Why did this man in cloth know that Fan Xian was Ye Qingmei's son. From the conversation between Wuzhu and the man in cloth, it is clear that the two of them know each other.

And Wuzhu knew that once the other party knew about Fan Xian's background. will do whatever it takes to enter Beijing and kill people, so he waits outside the Fan Mansion. From this point of view, the recent turmoil in Beijing may just be Wuzhu's miscalculation and secretly waking up the bitter lotus. In order to expose Fan Xian's life experience from the distant Northern Qi Dynasty, he can still leave no traces.

If Uncle Blind had the ability to construct, such a perfect plan, then his sole purpose in doing all this was to attract the man in cloth to Kyoto.

Who is the man in the cloth?

A few months ago on the southern coastline of Gyeongkook. There was a nameless man who looked around for a blind man, and when his question was not answered, he would simply kill everyone who had ever seen him, without asking why.

He is the serial killer in southern Xinjiang that Fan Xian and Yan Bingyun have always been obsessed with.

When the Criminal Department was at a loss, the Inspectorate finally began to investigate these strange and bizarre murders, but every time the Inspectorate's experts tracked down this nameless person. will be eaten back by the other party, and kill them all mercilessly. So until now, no one knows what this nameless man looks like. Yan Bingyun once thought of borrowing troops from Fan Xian and borrowing Huwei to go south, for the sake of this person.

When he first appeared in this world, he didn't seem to be very accustomed to the behavior and norms of this world, so he killed too many people unnecessarily, until later, he gradually understood more things, so he tied his scattered hair into the most ordinary bun, put his bare feet into the straw sandals necessary for the home, chose a straight knife that Qingguo martial artists often match, and at the same time, changed into the most imperceptible coarse cloth clothes.

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Wuzhu took a step forward, got a little closer to the noodle stall, lowered his head slightly and said, "I went to the south to look for you, but I didn't find it." ”

The man in cloth said a very incomprehensible sentence: "I looked for you in the south, but I didn't find you." ”

The feet of the five bamboos are naked, and the men in cloth wear straw sandals on their feet. Wuzhu's hair was tightly tied at the back of his head, motionless, and the hair of the man in cloth was tied into a bun, slightly higher.

The smell and taste of the two people are extremely similar, although the clothes and faces are different, but there seem to be only these two characteristics that can distinguish the two. The aura on his body makes people know that these two people are ruthless killing machines, but they are like two hunters hidden in the night, obviously looking for each other, but they care a lot about who finds whom first.

They demand that they can only find each other first, and not let themselves be found by the other party, although this does not seem to make a difference, but it is like a desperate struggle between a hunter and a wounded tiger, who has the first opportunity, who can continue to stay in this world.

"You've been told that I'm in the South. Wuzhu said.

The man in cloth did not answer his words, and said directly: "You can't leave a trace." ”

Wuzhu said: "She has left too many traces. You go back to the temple, I won't kill you. ”

The man in cloth seemed to feel that Wuzhu's words were quite incomprehensible, and there was a great conflict with the truth he had always believed, and his eyes were cold and as clear as ice and snow. A strange look flashed, a look that is rarely seen in the eyes of the world.

"You come back with me. Buyi's tone was still the same, and there was no fluctuation.

Wuzhu's voice was more angry than the other party: "I forgot something, wait until I remember." ”

The conversation between the two of them has been going on in a very strange rhythm. And if you pay more attention, you will find that in this series of conversations, the two of them are actually useless interrogative sentences, but just say something in a very positive tone, maybe they are both very confident in their logical judgment ability, probably only these two weirdos can have such a jumping mind, in the eyes of ordinary people to carry out an extremely difficult and difficult conversation.

The lips of the two men moved suddenly, and they did not make any sound, as if they were engaged in a final silent negotiation.

The negotiations broke down, and Wuzhu took another step in the direction of the noodle stall. The distance between the two people has changed from three zhang to two zhang.

Bu Yi's face was expressionless, and he didn't take a step back, just staring at the hand that Wuzhu held on the iron drill. It seemed to be waiting for that pale hand to blossom.

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A low-pitched pop came from the stove where the noodle pot was placed. The noodle soup with the boiling head overflowed the top of the pot with blood-red foam, and flowed along the edge of the pot into the furnace, popping when it touched the fiery red charcoals. A pungent smell of smoke rose.

Wuzhu moved, and the black cloth on the ground turned into a black silk in an instant, and the iron drill in his hand did not give birth to a flower. But like a sharp bamboo tip, it pierced the chest of the cloth-clothed man!

It is very strange that Wuzhu did not choose to fall at the throat today.

Almost as soon as he moved, the man in cloth with a straight knife also moved, and the two of them rushed up with exactly the same reaction force and speed, and no one could notice the slightest difference.

The distance of two zhang disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Wuzhu and the man in cloth collided suddenly.

The speed of the two is too fast, even beyond the limits of what the human eye can see. It seems that one moment, the two were standing two feet apart, and the next moment, the two were already standing opposite each other!

It's like two streamers, suddenly meeting each other, such a fast speed, whether it is Fan Xian before he is not injured, or the shadow assassin in the six places, or even Begonia here, he will definitely not be able to react, only to wait for death - such a realm, except for the four great masters in the world, no one has ever touched it.

However, the streamer did not bloom into dazzling fireworks, but turned into a deathly silence in an instant.

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The tip of a knife came out from Wuzhu's right rib, terrifying, and the knife was dripping something on the ground.

A shovel penetrated through the middle of the man's abdomen with great accuracy, without a trace of deviation.

Wuzhu moved first, and his speed seemed to be a little faster than the enemy, so when the two of them hedged, his left leg squatted on the knee for a while, it was only a little faster, but it was the most deadly.

At this time, he maintained this half-squatting posture, and the iron hammer in his hand was slightly lifted, as if raising fire to the sky, stabbing the opponent's abdomen.

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In the circle behind the alley, there was a faint human voice, the sound was extremely slight, but it fell on the ears of Wuzhu and the man in cloth.

Like a saw cutting wood, the two people separated in silence, and the weapon in their hands was slowly pulled out of each other's body, and at this time, the belly of the man in cloth made a gurgling sound, as if something was broken!

After being hit so hard, there was still no expression on the face of the man in cloth, as if he didn't have half a point of pain, just staring at the wound in his abdomen like a baby, as if he was thinking about why he was so slower than Wuzhu.

Wuzhu defeated the enemy with one move, but he was also seriously injured, but he was still expressionless like the other party, but the corners of his lips exposed outside the black cloth showed a more earthly sense of alienation.

He knew that the other party could no longer exist in this world. And the reason why he was able to be a little faster than the other party was because today he used Fan Xian's life experience to lure the other party here, so he was more prepared and didn't wear shoes. There is no bun.

Don't be stained with red dust, there is indeed some truth in what the temple says.

The night snow returned, and several figures crossed the round wall with a thud and landed silently in the alley. As soon as they landed, several people drew the long knives they were carrying behind their backs, lined up in a sniper formation, and looked around vigilantly.

The person who came was the tiger guard who was responsible for protecting Fan Xian's safety.

After confirming that it was safe, Gundam put his knife back into its sheath, walked to the noodle stall in the sparse snowflakes, and frowned as he looked at the pot of noodle soup above the stove and the eerie human head in the noodle soup.

Followed by. His gaze fell on the place where the human head and the corpse were severed, and he just glanced at the wound, and there was a chill and fear in his eyes—what a knife!

Gundam suddenly felt a chill on his neck. It seems that there are snowflakes that have gotten into his clothes, and he knows that the fight that took place here before is definitely not something that a person like himself can intervene in vainly, although he has not seen it with his own eyes, but he can also guess the two people who are fighting. What a wonderful realm.

The snow gradually became heavier, and it gradually cooled the blood water of the noodle soup that was still warm, and also cooled the hearts of everyone in this alley. The noodle shop stopped miserably at the mouth of the alley. The boss is dead, the furnace is cold, the blood is dry, and no one in this world has ever seen that in this snowy night alley, there were two top masters who were not nameless, not among the grandmasters, but who were actually grandmasters, and had fought here.

The officials on the night shift in the Supervision Yuan were napping. The building in the snowy night seemed even more cold, and suddenly a gust of wind swept by, and woke him up, and he patted his cheek in shock, and ordered himself to wake up.

There are usually many officials on duty in the courtyard at night, not to mention that in recent days, because of the matter of Fan Tisi, Dean Chen has not returned to Chen Yuan, but directly sat in the courtyard and suppressed everything.

Chen Pingping was dozing off in a wheelchair at this time, the old man's health has not been very good over the years, although the stove in the house is extremely prosperous, but he still subconsciously used his thin hands in his sleep to pull the blanket on his knees and cover his chest and abdomen.

The door opened, and was closed again.

Chen Pingping woke up, slowly blinked her somewhat cloudy and weak eyes, looked at the black cloth in front of her, and said softly, "Why are you here?"

Then he noticed the terrifying wound on Wuzhu's left chest, mixed with snow-white eyebrows, and suddenly stood up, although he was not angry, but he was vigilant and asked, "What's the matter?"

Can you hurt Wuzhu? Then it can only be one of those great grandmasters. No matter how arrogant Chen Pingping is, in the troublesome situation in Kyoto now, it is difficult to bear the news that the enemy suddenly has more great grandmasters to help.

Wuzhu didn't answer his question, but just said three sentences very directly.

"Let the shadow come back. ”

"The people who hurt me know I'm in the South. ”

"Fan Xian died, Qingguo died. ”

Wuzhu knew that the old cripple in front of him had enough wisdom to understand these three words, and the terrible injury he suffered today had made him unable to support him for a long time, so after speaking, he left the supervision house very quickly and quietly.

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Chen Pingping sat in a wheelchair and fell into a long silence, and in the fireplace not far from him, the red firelight jumped like a fairy, reflecting his otherwise pale and haggard face.

Although Wuzhu's three sentences are simple, they reveal very important information.

The first sentence is to let the shadow come back, indicating that the injury he suffered is already very serious, and there is no way to stay by Fan Xian's side to protect him, so that Chen Pingping can fulfill her promise in advance and summon the shadow back to protect Fan Xian's safety.

However, the person who has the ability to hurt Wuzhu should have died, otherwise with Wuzhu's character, for the life and death of Fan Xian, he would not leave Kyoto no matter how seriously he was injured.

Who can hurt Wuzhu? It must not be those great masters, otherwise Wuzhu would not deliberately conceal the identity of the other party, Chen Pingping's heart trembled slightly, and she vaguely guessed something, this conjecture has been there many years ago, but it has never been confirmed.

On the night when Wuzhu left Kyoto with Fan Xian on his back, the two of them had considered how to let Fan Xian escape from that unknown danger. It's just that...... Why did the temple know that Wuzhu was in the south? Chen Pingping frowned and began to sort out all this.

During the two years that Fan Xian entered Beijing. Chen Pingping had asked about Wuzhu's whereabouts more than once, and Fan Xian had been very careful to lie, saying that Wuzhu was looking for Ye Liuyun to play in the south. And the people who know this fake news, except for Chen Pingping. There is only the emperor that Chen Pingping once told him. (See chap. 62 of vol. II.) ）

Wuzhu's second sentence is to wake up Chen Pingping. In this way, it is a matter of course to threaten in the third sentence.

"Your Majesty. The wrinkles at the corners of Chen Pingping's eyes were slightly, and she sighed softly: "You really always surprise your ministers, admire and admire." ”

But in a moment, he had already figured out the emperor's true thoughts. Although it was not clear how the Emperor was able to make contact with the ethereal temple, he was sure of the fact that His Majesty the Great Emperor really wanted Wuzhu to disappear.

For a generation of emperors. Maybe it's really hard to bear the side of his illegitimate son, with a great grandmaster-level figure.

A great master, if you go crazy. It has the ability to shake the ruling land of the imperial court, which is something that anyone can think of. Even if it is impossible to enter the palace and slaughter the royal family alone, he can go to the end of the world with a single sword and kill the state officials in the counties. Don't worry about being besieged by the army.

You can also sneak in Kyoto for ten years without coming out, and once you draw your sword, the emperor will never dare to leave the palace. The will cannot go out of the city. In such a situation, no one dares to be an official, the emperor does not dare to show his face, what else can the court do except fall apart?

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So back then, Kuhe could alone deter all the princes and nobles in the north who wanted to rebel.

Therefore, Sigu Sword can support Dongyi City with a single sword for so many years, and it can spread out its sword power and straighten the waists of those small candidate countries sandwiched between the two big countries.

So it seems to be scattered, but in fact, there is great wisdom to the clouds, as long as you continue to continue the endless journey at the ends of the earth. Qingguo will treat the Ye family favorably, even if a generation of emperors wants to remove the defense of Kyoto, they will be forced to set fire to this shameful trick. Of course, Ye Liuyun himself also knows that the royal family is taboo, so he has not returned to Kyoto for so many years.

If the world is at war, His Majesty can use the Ye family to threaten Ye Liuyun, he can use the lives of the people of Northern Qi to persuade Kuhe, and he can use the survival of Dongyi City to remind Sigu Jian, and the two sides can reach some kind of balanced agreement.

And Wuzhu is different from these three great grandmasters, he doesn't have a huge family as a burden, there are no people of the country who need him to protect, what he does is just for Fan Xian alone, so he has a greater degree of freedom, and it is impossible for the emperor to coerce or use each other, and even the two sides don't even have room for bargaining.

If Fan Xian has three long and two short, as soon as Wuzhu goes crazy, the world will go crazy.

Therefore, as long as Wuzhu is in one day, the emperor must cherish Fan Xian, as in previous years, playing the father who has no choice but guilt, ambitious but full of sorrow.

The emperor may admire Fan Xian's son from the bottom of his heart, but he is an emperor in the final analysis, and he can't allow Fan Xian to have such a loyal grandmaster by his side as a servant, even if he doesn't use this temple to make people, one day, the emperor will find a way to get rid of Wuzhu.

Of course, Chen Pingping knew that this was only one reason, and as for the other reason, it probably lay in the faint fear in the emperor's heart.

The temple has never been in the world, no one has really seen the people in the temple, and the people in the temple may not be in the world once in hundreds of years, if Wuzhu and the people in the temple can die together, and can hide the relationship between Fan Xian and the Ye family forever, and bury everything in the old paper pile, for the emperor, this may be the most wonderful ending.

It's just that the emperor didn't expect that Fan Xian is the life experience of the Ye family would be stabbed out so quickly, and his son became the primary target of the temple. He wanted to use the knife of the temple to kill Wuzhu, but Wuzhu used Fan Xian's background to successfully trap and kill the temple visitor, saving Fan Xian's life.

Chen Pingping didn't know what Wuzhu was doing, but he just thought with a little sadness, His Majesty knew that someone in the temple had come to the world, but after Fan Xian's life was exposed, he never reminded himself or Fan Xian, could it be that for anyone except himself, His Majesty would only give a touch of sadness and sympathy?

The old man sneered, pushed his wheelchair to the fireplace, stretched his hand a little closer greedily, yawned while warming up, and muttered in vague words: "You just enjoy making a fireplace." You're excellent at everything, but you're a little confused about it, girl's ......."

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At dawn, it was dark in a secluded and quiet part of Kyoto called "Outer Sanri", and the shadow of a circular building, all black wood structures, was faintly visible. Snowflakes fell, staining the temple with a layer of otherworldly dedusting.

This is the Qing Temple, the only place where the rumor of Qing Guo can communicate with the ethereal temple, the temple of the royal worship of the heavens.

The door of the temple creaked open, and the high priest of the temple, who had not appeared in Kyoto for a long time, walked out, and the ascetic monk who was unknown compared to the bitter lotus of the Qi temple disappeared with a look of shock on his face, and in silence and sadness lifted the corpse from the snow, and staggered into the temple, the corpse was wearing a cloth garment that was common in the world.

...... The man in cloth did not answer his words, and said directly: "You can't leave a trace." Wuzhu said: "She has left too many traces. You go back to the temple, I won't kill you. ”...... When I wrote this paragraph, I almost asked Wuzhu to say directly: "Whoever walks by, will leave traces." Then I immediately woke up and was speechless, only to realize that I was really too sour and too much in my bones, which was a terrible thing.