Auspicious eight years, March.

Spring night, light rain.

Under the lamp, Chu Zhixia held a book and coughed low from time to time. Outside the door, there was a sudden shout of "water", and the bright and blazing fire almost pierced through the window paper. Chu Zhixia threw down the book, and the door was knocked on by Yu Linwei.

"Miss, the East Courtyard is out of water, please take shelter for the time being."

The East Courtyard is a warehouse for storing supplies and is uninhabited. It is not the season of dry weather now, and there is no accumulation of flammable materials in the west courtyard where Chu Shixia lives, but it is not easy to catch fire, but the fire is difficult to predict. It is reasonable to ask Chu Shixia to evacuate this place.

"What about Zhang Yushi?" Chu Zhixia covered his collar, picked up the drinking stream snow, and asked casually.

"Cheng Weichang has already gone to pick it up."

Chu Zhixia walked to the door, Huo Di pulled the door open, and a sharp blade smashed into her heart. Chu Zhixia turned sideways slightly, and the sharp knife slashed against the sword of the drinking stream snow, making a sour sound. There was no figure of Yu Linwei in front of the door at all, and the black-clothed assassin looked surprised.

"I also learned to imitate the voices of my subordinates, which is very good."

Chu Zhixia drew his sword with his backhand, and drank the snow and cut it out like a wind cutting through the grass. The Assassin hurriedly rolled backwards to dodge, but had already lost the lead. Chu Zhixia choked on a breath of cold wind unexpectedly, turned his head and coughed a few times, his face was not very good-looking.

A drop of turquoise liquid fell from the eaves, and Chu Zhixia's eyes didn't blink, swinging his sword to shake it open.

Chu Zhixia raised his head to look at the rising fire in the east courtyard, squinted his eyes and said dissatisfiedly: "Are you really burning?" ”

Two assassins jumped from the rooftop, and Chu Shixia flew into the middle of the courtyard, his knee slamming into the heart of the knife-wielding assassin. The assassin instinctively blocked with his knife, and Chu Zhixia took a step back, toe, and kicked him in the side of his skull. The Assassin tumbled and fell out, lying on the ground unable to get up.

Chu Zhixia stood behind his back with his sword in his hand, and hooked his hand at the two people under the eaves, his eyes teasing.

Those with one-foot arc-shaped twin knives bore the brunt of the attack, followed by those with slender iron spikes.

Drinking Jianxue turned a few times between Chu Zhixia's fingers, and with a "dang" sound, it collided with the double knives that crossed together. The assassin with the iron thorn flew on the shoulder of the two-knife assassin, and the iron thorn stabbed diagonally at the center of Chu Zhixia's eyebrows. Chu Zhixia's palm was slightly loose, and she caught it when the snow fell, and the assassin jumped forward an inch slightly, just a fleeting flaw, which had already been inserted into the iron thorn by Chu Shixia's collar.

It was too late for the assassin with the iron thorn to stop, Chu Zhixia put one hand on the chest of the double-knife assassin, and the entire iron thorn pierced his throat. Suddenly, there was a sound of wind behind him, and it was the assassin who had been unconscious before rushing to him.

The Iron Thorn Assassin who had mistakenly killed his companion did not pause at all, and without thinking, he pulled the Iron Thorn out of his companion's throat and attacked Chu Zhixia. Drinking Stream Snow framed the iron spike on the right, and the steel bracer framed the blade on the left. Chu Zhixia's feet swept away, and the Iron Thorn Assassin collapsed and smashed straight to the ground. Before the knife-wielding assassin could react, Chu Zhixia flipped over and grabbed his hand, and the drinking stream snow spun around Chu Zhixia's wrist, slitting the assassin's throat.

The people on the roof finally found their chance and crackled several kettles down. Chu Zhixia dodged a few steps, swung his sword and split a kettle that smashed head-on, but he was still drenched by the contents - it was fire oil.

The kettles all over the courtyard cracked, and the oil gurgled out. The assassin on the roof lit a fire on the feather arrow and shot it at Chu Zhixia. Rao is Chu Zhixia flew a lot of arrows, but the corners of his clothes were still burned by the flames everywhere.

The assassin with the iron thorn quickly reacted and attacked Chu Shixia again.

Chu Zhixia grabbed the outer robe stuck to the flames with one hand and threw it on the ground, and the inner robe was rubbed against the flames again. Chu Zhixia didn't blink his eyes, and immediately stripped off his underwear and threw it at the assassin's face. The assassin's mortal sword slammed into his soft clothing, and the next moment his chest cracked, and the sword cut through his ribs.

"W-When the hell did you ......?"

"When the hell did I find out?" Chu Zhixia smiled and pretended to be distressed, "Probably from when Yuzhu didn't come back for half a day after taking a medicine, after all, she stared at my medicine and rice every day, and she wouldn't be disgusted for a while." ”

In the raging flames, Chu Zhixia stood up straight and looked at the assassin crouching on the roof.

Chu Zhixia's upper body should have been naked, but it was wrapped in a layer of bandages—a body that made people unable to think about it, the bandages were wrapped from her chest to her shoulders, and there were several scars on her back. Without the fabric to cover it, Chu Zhixia's vigorous and concise lines were exposed, like a hard white porcelain, and the firelight added a bit of inviolability to her.

On her wrist hung a string of Buddhist beads, glowing with a radiant sheen.

It's like a bodhisattva with a bloody color.

Chu Zhi Xia Zhen removed the blood beads on the sword, and raised his chin at the person on the roof, "Don't you fight?" ”

There was a whistle in the wind, and the assassins and Chu Shixia were in a stalemate for a moment, then turned around and fled. Yu Linwei and Yuzhu, who were belated, broke into the door, and Yuzhu quickly took off her robe and draped it on her, and whispered: "I'm sorry, eldest miss." It's me who gets dragged. ”

Chu Zhixia wiped away the undried blood spots on her face, and said indifferently: "Let's go and sleep with Tanyun tonight." ”

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The sound of extinguishing the fire outside was one after another, as if separated by a veil, and it was dimly inaudible. Yuzhu waited outside the screen, and the soothing incense in the room was extinguished by the water - in Binzhou for two years, even if someone was guarding his side, Chu Zhixia would not allow himself to sleep peacefully.

"You're really damned."

Chu Zhixia lay on the bed, Tan Yun cut the bandage with a lamp, and the unhealed wound broke again. Chu Zhixia became almost numb to the pain, let Tan Yun fiddle, and even felt a little drowsy.

This is the wounded he was injured in an attack in a flooded town in Binzhou a few days ago, and the ambushed assassin was under the potential dam, and Chu Shixia was injured in order to protect the new Binzhou assassin Shi of his peers.

"If it was someone else, I was infected with three plagues, large and small assassinations, knife wounds, and I don't know how many times I was reincarnated." Tan Yun sighed while complaining, poured the medicinal powder and bandaged her again, "The weather is not hot yet, if the wound is repeatedly cracked when the weather is hot, you will wait for Lord Yama to receive your head." ”

"You're so ugly." Chu Zhixia complained.

"You don't need a very good attitude for a patient like you who is always looking for trouble." Tan Yun choked her, "Can't you let Yu Linwei surround your yard like an iron bucket, without leaking water, and take care of your injuries well?" ”

"Circumference must be lacking." Chu Zhixia said lazily, "Otherwise, how can they come to the door to die?" ”

The heavily guarded post house, the delayed Yuzhu, and the injured Chu Zhixia - if you don't gamble, you're sorry for the intelligence spies of the Mountain Ghost Clan. Chu Zhixia was triumphant, and he didn't take his injuries seriously at all. Talking about Yunqi, he slapped it lightly and heavily in the place where it had just been bandaged.

Chu Zhixia screamed "whooping", and he didn't feel sleepy.

"What are you doing?!" Chu Zhixia was shocked and complained to Yuzhu, "Sister Yuzhu, look at her!" ”

Yuzhu covered her ears out of sight and out of mind.