Xu Yingxu was obviously frightened by the old man's words, and hurriedly said, "Dad, I'm not going, I'm not going." ”

Xu Tiande waved his hand and did not allow his son to refuse, "This is not only for you, but also for the people of the world." ”

"I won't tell you the details, you'll know in a few days, but don't do anything after you know. ”

"Remember, with great power comes great responsibility. ”

The second son, who seemed to understand whether he understood or not, nodded, but as a son, where did he have the reason to watch his father die, he could only agree on the surface, and as for doing something in secret, his father should not be able to stop him.

Zhou Liyuan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and wanted to get up and walk into the courtyard, when suddenly a man walked out of the corner.

The man was dressed in a coarse coat, carrying a long dao on his shoulder, one hand on the long dao, and the other hand holding the meat bun he had just bought, walking around the corner of the alley, kicking away the mound of dirt that was blocking the way, and then striding forward.

And Zhou Liyuan, who was just about to get up and enter the courtyard, stopped, slowly put his right hand on the long knife on his waist, and looked at the comer.

When the man saw Zhou Liyuan, he looked a little excited, quickly finished the bun in his hand, and wiped it on the coarse clothes with his right hand.

Under the moonlit night, the two brothers met again after many years.

"Yo. The man took out the wine jug on his waist and took a sip slowly, "Senior brother, I miss my senior brother." ”

Zhou Liyuan knows this person, he is Zhou Liyuan's senior brother, Ding Yichuan.

Zhou Liyuan did not answer Ding Yixiu's words, but took his right hand off the long knife and looked at this senior brother who was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Ding Yixiu didn't care about his junior brother's attitude towards him, put the long dao in his hand on the ground, put his hands on it, looked at the plum tree next to him, picked one casually, and put it in his mouth.

"Recently, your income has decreased a lot, why was you removed from Jinyiwei?"

Zhou Liyuan shook his head, "No, I was transferred back to Chang'an City, so Jinyiwei's Yulu was sent to me directly." ”

Ding Yixiu snorted coldly and walked around his junior brother, wanting to see what changes had made in this junior brother, but after watching it for a long time, there was no change except for changing into a more beautiful flying fish suit.

"Why, did you step on the shit, or did you sell yourself to the magnates of Chang'an City, and it was not a small price to be transferred from such a small place as Dajiang Town. ”

Bite.

In the alley, a flash of knife flashed, and two figures scuffled together. Ding Yixiu saw Zhou Liyuan draw his sword, and he was not polite, and the long dao in his hand flew out and attacked Zhou Liyuan.

The two are from the same school, and their knife skills are the same, but Ding Yixiu is a senior brother after all, and in the realm, he can crush Zhou Liyuan.

"Poof. ”

Without paying attention, Ding Yixiu slapped a knife on Zhou Liyuan's chest, and Zhou Liyuan's body flew out and hit the wall made of loess

On the wall, a mouthful of blood spit out, and the knife in Zhou Liyuan's hand fell to the ground.

"You want to kill me again?

Ding Yixiu didn't make another knife, but squatted in front of Zhou Liyuan, looking at him who was spitting blood, his eyes were full of disgust.

”

"Tell me about you, you are not as deep as me in the realm, and I practiced the knife earlier than you. ”

"I thought that your return to Chang'an City this time could give me a surprise, such as allowing me to pull out this master's long dao, or letting me use a trace of sword intent. ”

Ding Yixiu snorted at Zhou Liyuan, and then stretched out his hand and touched Zhou Liyuan's arms, and sure enough, there was silver.

When he took it out, Zhou Liyuan only had ten taels of silver on him, which made Ding Yixiu, who thought Zhou Liyuan was rich, a little disappointed, and kicked Zhou Liyuan again.

Zhou Liyuan roared, covered the injured area, and lay on the ground with a desolate expression.

"I told you back then, come out of Chang'an City, I won't kill you, when do you think you can defeat me and come back. ”

Ding Yixiu reached out and patted Zhou Liyuan's cheek, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth for him, "It's really overwhelming." For the sake of the silver, I will let you go this time. ”

After that, Ding Yixiu completely lost interest in Zhou Liyuan, didn't even look at him, picked up the long dao that fell to the ground, and swaggered into the courtyard.

"If you want to go back to this courtyard, I'll talk about winning the battle. ”

"And the next time you lose, you might die. ”

Zhou Liyuan was lying on the ground, and Ding Yixiu's words were echoing in his ears, defeating Ding Yixiu was not easy.

Not to mention the gap in the realm, just talking about the knife technique, Ding Yixiu's talent from a child is beyond Zhou Liyuan's ability, practicing knives at the age of seven, stepping into the realm of knife skills at the age of ten, and becoming a teacher at the age of fifteen, challenging all knife masters in the rivers and lakes of Chang'an City, all of which won. At the age of nineteen, he challenged the first person in kendo in Chang'an City, Qingming, fought sixty-seven moves and drawn. And when he was twenty years old, he challenged his master, killed him, obtained the master's long dao, and drove Zhou Liyuan, who wanted to avenge his master, out of Chang'an City in the same year.

As for himself, although the master has praised himself many times for his rapid progress in knife practice, Zhou Liyuan knows in his heart that compared with Ding Yixiu, he is just a waste.

Slowly getting up, Zhou Liyuan picked up the long knife that had fallen aside, took one last look at the master's courtyard, and walked into the night.

In the alley, the yard is still the same, and some ripe plums have fallen on the plum trees, but the brothers who picked plums together back then parted ways.

Wang Yi hugged his head and looked at Lu Zhong who was drinking tea on the side, he was a little depressed, didn't he say that he asked for it casually, why did he beat himself if he didn't agree with him?

Lu Zhong looked at Wang Yi and looked at him, and raised his hand to give Wang Yi a palm, "Why are you not convinced, then you beat me." ”

Wang Yi, who was thinking about how to give Lu Zhong a good look in the future, immediately changed

changed his expression, ran to Lu Zhong's back, and gently tapped Lu Zhong's back with his fist, "Wang Yi doesn't dare, adults work day and night, but you have to pay more attention to rest." ”

Lu Zhong squinted his eyes, enjoying Wang Yi's service, "Remember not to mention this matter in front of anyone in the future." ”

Wang Yi knocked on Lu Zhong's back and stopped, a little puzzled: "Why." ”

Lu Zhong got up slowly, drank the tea in his hand, put the teacup back, and walked towards the Jinyiwei courtyard.

"If you think about it carefully, will the person who can calculate the death of King Qi be a simple person, do you think that one person can do this?"

"Just kidding, if the white-clothed military god was a fool, this thing wouldn't have happened without the nod of some big man. ”

Wang Yi, who set off a monstrous wave in his heart, looked blankly at the direction of Lu Zhong's departure, he knew that Lu Zhong was actually annoyed by telling him these things tonight, because these are Jinyiwei's secrets, Wang Yi has not seen the file of King Qi's case for so long in the first seat of Jinyiwei's edict, it can be seen that those files have been hidden, and that person may be Lu Zhong.

Although I don't know what Lu Zhong's intentions are, it seems that it is not a bad thing at present.

Lu Zhong's words sounded the alarm for Wang Yi, and the clue he knew when he left Chang'an City was Yang Zhao, but just by virtue of a Qi Wang uncle who dared to calculate and had a high prestige in the northern border army, it was obviously impossible, and there may be deeper people hiding behind the scenes.

But Lu Zhong's words were far more than that, he said a certain big person, Wang Yi's eyes slowly widened, and he thought of a bad thing.

Who dares to calculate a prince in the Ming Dynasty, except for the remaining seven vassal kings who are also princes, is the one sitting on the dragon chair.

Wang Yi lowered his head, even if it was a deserted street, he didn't want people to see his face clearly, gritted his teeth, and forcibly held back the tears in his eyes, Wang Yi's body began to tremble.

For Wang Yi, who is desperate for revenge, this news is tantamount to a catastrophe. When he first entered Chang'an City, Wang Yi still held out hope that one day he could ask Emperor Ming to restart the Youzhou case of that year, and give Uncle Qi Wang and those people in Qi Wangfu a fairness.

But now it seems that as long as Emperor Ming knows that he is a member of the Qi Palace, then Wang Yi is likely to die silently in a corner of Chang'an City, and Jin Yiwei will choose a scapegoat under some kind of pressure.

In this way, Wang Yi will disappear between heaven and earth, and no one will mention the Youzhou case again, and no one will think about investigating the truth of the matter.

"Ahh

Wang Yi raised his head sharply and shouted at the sky, venting the dissatisfaction in his heart, he couldn't accept such a thing.

Lu Zhong, who was just about to enter the Jinyi Wei courtyard not far away, shook his head helplessly when he heard the voice, some things were clear early, at least there would be no more deaths.