Jing Yuan changed into a white dress, the soft sword was also withdrawn from his body, and he combed his hair in a bun, he carefully looked at himself in the inn, and carefully washed his face.

He finally saw his face clearly.

Assassins have no face, let alone looks, and a real Assassin doesn't even have a name, or a back. As if they appeared out of thin air, they slit their throats and drifted away, shadows walking in the darkness.

Today, Jing Yuan looked at himself in the bronze mirror and touched his face, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He didn't know how to describe it, how to put it into words.

He just knew that the sun was warm, and when he went to the hospital, the old doctor was very nervous.

He had never seen this kind of nervousness before, and the tension he had seen before was the fear of others when they were facing death, but this time it was different, the old doctor's nervousness was also because of him, just to save him.

This kind of tension is warmer than the sun for him.

He decided to get his face back, his name back, his background.

He wants to be a person, a dignified person, not a poisonous snake that is deliberately ready in the dark and hits with one blow.

Jing Yuan didn't have much of a concept of silver tickets, he just knew that those pieces of paper could make people smile at them.

So in this regard, he is never stingy, and it just so happens that he has a lot of these things as well.

It is not ironic that those who live in the shadows have something that those who live in the sun envy.

Those in the shadows envy their smiles and warmth, while those in the sun envy the wealth in the shadows.

These silver tickets, the cost of Jing Yuan's mission, and when the target is some wealthy businessmen or dignitaries, they will take out what they think is more important than life in front of Jing Yuan.

It's a pity that Jing Yuan has never been a money-loving person, but he is not a fool either, and he still tries to take what he can.

Giving up something, Jing Yuan felt relaxed, and he walked downstairs in a white brocade suit, like a rich and noble son.

Fang went downstairs, and the shopkeeper greeted him warmly.

Jing Yuan wanted to return the gift with a smile, but there was no smile on his face.

Out of the inn, he tilted his head slightly, and saw Jing Chu hiding on the side, Xiao Jing Chu was hiding in the corner, these days of running, his clothes were already tattered, and his face was dirty.

Every time Jing Yuan wanted to get close to him, he dodged away.

Jing Yuan didn't understand Jing Chu either, just like he didn't understand himself.

He still doesn't understand why he showed mercy to his subordinates at the beginning, and he doesn't understand why he let Jing Chu kill that day, and Jing Chu abandoned the knife and left.

Jing Yuan didn't care about Jing Chu, he just didn't pretend anymore, he walked on the avenue generously, if Jing Chu didn't follow, he would feel a little strange and unaccustomed.

The two walked forward slowly, they were originally in Youzhou, but now they were heading in the direction of Chang'an.

Because he learned that Xu Chang'an came to Youzhou, and this Iron Sword Mountain was also in Youzhou, he chose most of the villages in Youzhou at that time.

Sometimes, when Jing Chu is tired of walking, Jing Yuan will deliberately find a big stone to sit down and rest; Jing Chu is not a person in cultivation, nor is he a person who practices martial arts in the world, some places with steep terrain, Jing Yuan can step over in one step, or jump lightly, but Jing Chu can't, he can only climb over awkwardly.

But no matter how steep the mountain was, Jing Chu gritted his teeth and followed it, even if he was covered in bruises.

Jing Yuan raised his head and looked at the high mountain in front of him, then turned his head to look at Jing Chu, who was in a dilemma and dilemma, and wanted to help him. But at this moment, his face changed, and with a light touch of his toes, he directly crossed the mountain.

......

The yellow plum rain is thick, drenching the liveliness of Chang'an, bringing a touch of the gentleness of the Jingxiang area to this old city.

The yellow plum rain in his ears fell to the ground, and the young man on the soft collapse of the second floor who was leaning on sighed lightly.

"The rainy season is rainy, and the summer breeze is mild. There are many cicadas in Takayanagi. Small garden pavilion far pond wave. Fish play with new lotus. Tulle kitchen, light feather fan. The pillow is cold and cool, and the courtyard is deep. At this time, the mood is at this time, and there is nothing to do with the little fairy. ”

Hearing this verse, Fu Bo, who was waiting on the side, hurriedly helped Lin Haotian refill a cup of tea.

"The young pavilion master is brilliant. Fauber said with a smile.

Lin Haotian waved his hand, smiled bitterly and said: "This is what the predecessors did, yes, summer will come after the rainy season, you can enjoy the cool at the bottom of the tree, enjoy the lotus and watch the fish." The last sentence 'nothing little fairy' even speaks of the comfort of summer. But it's a pity......"

Lin Haotian said, glanced at the tea poured by Fu Bo, but did not move. Instead, he picked up the flask on the table, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it all.

"It's a pity that the predecessors didn't know that after the plum rain, there was a yellow plum rain, and they didn't know that this summer was also eventful!"

Fu Bo heard the meaning of Lin Haotian's words, and hurriedly said: "Young Pavilion Master refers to Jing Yuan, don't worry, I sent people again, but they are all old men." The rest of the power did not dare to use it, for fear that the old pavilion master and Xu Ningqing pavilion master would find out. ”

Lin Haotian nodded, thinking of the poem just now, Fu Bo mentioned Xu Ningqing, and he said casually: "This word, the pavilion master is also quite fond of it, it is said that a few years ago, when the Quartet was calm, he also went to a pool to take it, and he had to see 'fish play moving new lotus'." As he spoke, he stood up, took a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone from the side, and laid it out, ready to write it down.

"Pavilion Master Xu and Young Pavilion Master, you are both elegant people, and in the entire Pavilion, you and him can talk a few more about Fengyue. ”

Fauber added suddenly.

When Lin Haotian heard this, his hand that was about to put down the pen hung in the air, and then threw the pen onto the good rice paper, leaving a heavy ink spot.

"Don't write it, I'm not interested!"

Fauber froze in place, not knowing what he had said wrong.

Lin Haotian went out and went down to the second floor, looking at the rain, he was even more irritable.

He felt more and more that Xu Ningqing was deliberate, and as soon as he came to Chang'an to understand, he found that the reformers all had an old relationship with Xu Chang'an, and they had a good relationship, no wonder he was the only one who could talk more about this uncle, but later, he deliberately alienated himself.

Thinking of this, Lin Haotian kicked a small stone at his feet and kicked it into the rain.

......

Jing Chu gritted his teeth and climbed up the mountain.

But when I reached the top of the mountain, I saw that four people were beaten by Jing Yuan and had no power to fight back.

Seeing that Jing Yuan had passed by with a sword, and someone wanted to land on his head, Jing Chu shouted loudly: "You are killing people again!"

A blurted out "again", an unintentional word, made Jing Yuan stunned, and the sword in his hand slowed down a little.

The four of them saw that this kid's words could actually disturb Jing Yuan's mind, and the four sword rays attacked Jing Chu.

Jing Chu had just climbed up the mountain, and when he saw the sword qi coming, if he dodged back, he would fall into the bottom of the mountain, and if he didn't dodge, these four sword qi were enough to stir Jing Chu into a pulp.

Seeing this, Jing Yuan hurriedly pounced, withstood the four sword qi, and hugged Jing Chu tightly.

Seeing this, the four of them chased after each other and wanted to move forward and continue to shoot. The so-called falling into the well, this word does not exist in the eyes of these people.

Jing Yuan could only grit his teeth, backhand a sword, and then threw out the soft sword in his hand, which was like a poisonous snake, biting the throat of one of them. After Jing Yuan's two swords went out, he took advantage of their panic and hurriedly recalled the soft swords.

Now that he had suffered four sword qi and was seriously injured, he gritted his teeth and had to jump down from the mountain with Jing Chu in his arms!

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That poem comes from Zhou Bangyan's "Crane Rushing to the Sky, Meiyuji" in the Song Dynasty

Cheekily begging for money for the rich, and for the moneyless, for the personal.