The bottom of the lush stream is pine, and it is far from the seedlings on the mountain.

With the diameter of the stem, the shade of this hundred feet.

Although the noble are noble, they regard them as dust.

Although the lowly are self-deprecating, they are as important as a thousand pounds.

Wandering among the hills and ridges, living in the past.

There are relics in the well stove, and the mulberry bamboo is rotten.

Ask the salaried person, and this person is like that.

The salaryman told me that there is no return to death.

In the middle of the night, the moon shadow dimmed.

A black shadow slipped down from a pear tree at the end of the alley, and a thin body wrapped in black clothes disappeared into the darkness, quickly rushing towards the back wall of an inconspicuous courtyard dozens of steps away.

Every movement happens to overlap with the dark shadow of the eaves of the alley, like a ghost.

When he reached the corner of the wall, the black shadow man looked up at the height of the wall, habitually reached out to probe the zipline on his waist, suddenly remembered something, smiled self-deprecatingly, and slowly released his palm.

The man slowly exhaled, and after feeling the Xuan Qi turn for a week, he was slightly obscure, sighed rather distressedly, calmed down, and kicked lightly towards the root of the wall, and jumped onto the wall. His feet shook slightly, and a few small pieces of moss fell.

Turning over the back yard, I looked around, and saw that the attic of the west chamber had a little light like a bean.

The courtyard is quite broad, there is a lotus pond of half an acre, several rockeries connect the pond water and the covered bridge, the winding path is secluded, the shadow is stacked, it has the merit of building.

The man in black thought that he was very familiar with the situation in the courtyard, and when he saw a turn left and a right turn, he deceived the bottom of the lit attic in the fastest way.

The living room on the first floor was dark and lightless, but he didn't dare to push the door directly in, reached out and took out the flying rope, skillfully removed the iron claws tied to the head of the rope, reversed the rope and tied a knot, and ran the Xuan Force to the wrist, and flicked it lightly, like a spiritual snake, he flew to the railing of the corridor on the second floor, and the knot magically turned back, hooked the rope body together, and the whole process was silent.

This way is not firm, but also easy to get off, do not dare to slacken, the palm of the hand trembles slightly, the foot kicks, and the body jumps up more than a foot high, to the shoulder and the railing level, the tension has been discharged, the knot falls off silently.

The man in black stretched out his arm unhurriedly, quickly grabbed the wooden strip of the fence, and with a slight force, rolled over and fell into the corridor, then retracted the cable and hung it back on his waist.

He took two steps lightly, came to the window with the light on, shrunk his head, and avoided the shadows illuminated by the light, then took a deep breath and mobilized his true qi to pour his ears into his ears to listen to the movement in the room.

The power is everywhere, the needle can be heard within a foot of the ear, and there is a slight sound of water flowing in the room, obviously someone is bathing.

The sound of water was heard, and there was a slight sound of clothes rubbing against the house.

The lights in the room went out silently, and the sound of the water stopped abruptly.

The man in black cried out in his heart, gritted his teeth, pulled out a dagger from his sheepskin boots, and knocked lightly on the window, making a sound that seemed to open the lattice.

There was a coquettish shout from the room: "Who? "The sound is like honey, sweet and glutinous.

The man heard the sound of a breaking wind drifting towards the window, and suddenly rushed out, no longer scrupling to hide his tracks, and with a single arrow step, he crashed into the door.

A hoarse and heavy voice came out of his mouth, shouting, "Come on!" ”

First, he kicked up a flower pot and flew towards the black shadow by the window, his body was slightly vertical, and he followed the flower pot closely, and the dagger in his hand stabbed quickly towards the middle of the black shadow.

The black shadow in the room giggled, took his wrist around, and gently brought the flower pot to the side, stretched out his right toe and hooked it slightly, and the flower pot landed steadily.

When the dagger stabbed, the chest and abdomen were retracted, and the left foot turned in place, bringing a fragrant wind, but the wet hair was thrown over, and it cut straight to the left wrist, and there was a faint whistling sound, but it was as sharp as a knife.

The man with the sword was silent, not daring to pick up the hair that implied a mysterious aura, and with a twist of his wrist, he took another step towards the root of the left leg where the black shadow hooked the flower pot.

The woman snorted, slightly angry. didn't change his moves, jumped up directly, jumped over the head of the man in black, and grabbed the door with five fingers.

These fights began when the man in black entered the door, and the rabbit rose and fell, and there were many changes, all of which were small and desperate assassination techniques, and they were merciless.

The man in black was sealed above, and hurriedly retreated back, and as soon as he moved his foot, he felt a numbness in his shoulders, and half of his body softened.

The black shadow smiled coquettishly: "Brother, you are too close to me, how can you escape my cloud sleeve acupoint hand?" ”

The man smiled and resumed his original voice, but it was a crisp young voice, and said, "Little sister is right to remind you, next time my brother will definitely carry a spear to fight you." ”

The lights in the room were bright, revealing a girl's face that was as delicate as a flower and should be hated and happy, white and tender as snow.

Na Zuo Fen shook his long sleeves lightly, swept over the shoulders of the man in black, and the acupoint was untied, and he scolded angrily: "Brother, don't come unharmed!" ”

Zuo Si turned around with a smile, but he was only a young man in his middle age, with beautiful eyebrows and a thin figure that had not yet grown up, only about six feet.

Seeing that Zuo Fen was only wearing a thin skirt and a proud figure, he couldn't help but be stunned, and he couldn't speak.

The wet hair slammed behind his back, revealing a white tenderness, shining in the light and shining right in front of Zao Wou-Ki's eyes.

Who would have thought that this bewitching woman would be a famous assassin in the rivers and lakes.

Zuo Si's breathing was immediately a little heavy, and he smiled bitterly: "My good eldest sister, you are in the middle of the night, why don't you wear a little more!" ”

Zuo Fen chuckled, pointed at Zuo Si and said, "It's not that I'm not wearing it, what are you afraid of?" Who wears a lot of clothes in the middle of the night, you can point it out to me! ”

When Zuo Si was a child, he studied bells, hu books and drums, but he did not succeed. Father Zuo Yong said to a friend: "What Si'er knows and understands is not as good as when I was a child. Zuo Si was stimulated to study diligently, and at the same time became good at Taoist yin and yang techniques. Zuo Si has an ugly appearance and is not good at words, but the articles he writes are magnificent. He also doesn't like to socialize with people and stays at home when he has time.

"Read on your back, think on your back. If you have it, you will know it, or sit up in the middle of the night, take a candle and read a book...... "Relying on hundreds of acres of thin fields at home to live, lecturing and reading all day long." During this period, he wrote a large number of books, summarized his life's academic achievements, and personally led his students in the two practices of restoring the ancient rites and the Ida system.

"That Zhang Tongfeng entered Beijing, don't look at him lightly and uninhibited. I once went to Shu to see Chen Shou, and Chen Shou's evaluation of this person is not low. Zuo Si once went to Shu to visit the local famous Confucian Zhang Zai, and met Chen Shou on the way and exchanged a few words.

Chen Shou admired Zhuge Liang in the "Chronicles of the Three Kingdoms", and spoke highly of Zhuge Liang's life's achievements and his spirit of "doing his best, and then dying", but he did not shy away from the loss of the street pavilion and "will be slightly not his strength", etc., not only to write with personal feelings, but also to promote his goodness without causing shortages.

It's mid-day, and the curfew has begun. Except for the occasional night guard patrolling the streets, it is difficult to see a pedestrian again.

The carriage drove quickly down the street, making a tinkling sound.

Dozens of guards composed of left and right guards, Jingshi Yitu, tightly guarded around the carriage.

"Woooo

Suddenly, a dense rain of arrows, under the cover of the night, flew towards them overwhelmingly.

"Puff puff..."

"Ahh There are assassins! ”

Amid the screams, several guards fell to the ground in the night, and blood flowed into the ditch next to them in the darkness.