On the long road of life, there will always be times when people face helplessness, and people have to give up something, maybe it's a kind of persistence, maybe it's a goal, maybe, and there are many maybes.

One day, you will encounter a time when you need to make a choice in front of helpless giving up and what you value most, some people may choose to be discouraged and be a person who hides in the shadows and is sad, but there will always be some people who will insist on guarding what they value the most, even if this choice will offend the world, he will not regret it.

In the evening, the streets of the capital are still so crowded, so crowded that people can feel a little bored even in the cold winter wax moon, and they can't wait to find a sparsely populated place to breathe fresh air.

Maybe people wanted to escape from this breathless place too much, and they didn't find an unusual figure, which was staggering, slowly moving towards the end of the crowd, but when they got close to this figure, they chose to bypass the side, and didn't take a second look, a beggar living on the street, and a few people really cared about his life or death.

The staggering figure struggled forward, his clothes were already ragged, dirty, and he could no longer find a clean place in his dirt-resistant black clothes, covered with dust, exuding a foul smell, vaguely with a smell of blood, and his pale cheeks covered with dust, it was no longer clear how many days he had not eaten, and the whole person was on the verge of almost dying in a foreign land.

A few arresters who seemed to have come out to handle the case stood on a step on the side of the street, looking at the crowd on the street irritably, and looking at the back of the crowd from time to time, as if they were waiting for the endless crowd to disperse earlier, so that they could leave when the street was a little looser.

I don't know what's going on today, I don't know where so many people came out, probably because it's almost winter, and people have begun to buy daily necessities for the winter.

At this moment, a hand suddenly grabbed the sleeve of one of the catchers and shook it twice. It was a very dirty hand, so dirty that I couldn't tell if it was a man's hand or a woman's hand.

The catcher, who was grabbed by the sleeve, couldn't help but turn his head to look, and then instantly shook his arm, broke away from the dirty hand, and said impatiently with an angry face: "Go away, no money." As he spoke, he moved his steps to the side, and his face was disgusted, causing several companions around him to chuckle.

But the owner of the dirty hand did not leave at once, but withdrew his hand and reached into his bosom, as if looking for something. This person was the ragged beggar-like person in the crowd just now. After a while, the man slowly took out a token-like object from his bosom and handed it to the catcher.

The catcher turned his head impatiently to look at it, his eyes widened suddenly, and he reached out and snatched the token away. This is a token made of dark iron, and the door is engraved with three large characters "Six Doors".

Several other catchers also saw this token, and they all frowned, and looked at the beggar who usually didn't look at it more with strange eyes. This is a token that only the supreme commander of the six gates has, and there are no more than three pieces in total, and it is a token used to dispatch reinforcements from all sides in major operations, and it is the same as the talisman used to mobilize a million troops in the army.

"Who are you?!" the catcher with the token asked in a deep voice, staring closely at the man in front of him who could no longer find any clean place on his body. He knew what the token in his hand meant, and how useful it was, but he didn't know why it was in the hands of a dirty beggar.

"Give Tie Xiong a word for me, and say, 'Escape from death, the palace will pick up people, come quickly', thank you. The ragged man said in a hoarse voice, and as he spoke, he stretched out his dirty hand again and asked the catcher for the token that belonged to him.

Hunting Kuai frowned, looking at the dirty person in front of him, and then he realized that this person who looked like a beggar was not a beggar, because in this person's hand, he was still holding a knife with a dark body, a knife that was already murderous before it was unsheathed.

Seeing this, he didn't say a word, respectfully returned the token in his hand to this person, and then quickly turned around and left with a few companions around him, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

In the backyard of King Xian's Mansion, in a room that had been lit by candlelight, there was a slight sound of talking, and the candlelight reflected the shadows of two people on the window, one sitting, one standing.

"I don't believe he's dead, and you don't believe either, right?" said softly to a person standing in the room, holding a folding fan in his hand, it was Nangong Chu, and the figure sitting at the table was heartbroken Ruyi.

Ruyi gritted his teeth, held back the tears that came out of his eyes again, and said in a choked voice: "Should I believe it? If he is alive, why hasn't he come back yet?" Waiting is often the most tormenting of a person's mind, especially waiting for a result that does not know the result.

Nangong Chu was a little speechless for a while, thought for a while and said: "Maybe something is delayed, Golden Daoke, Wanqing Gang, Gusu City, which time is not nine deaths, but didn't he survive?" ”

Nangong Chu can be said to be a witness who has watched Wuxin become stronger step by step, and he has witnessed every time Wuxin grows, so he can be said to be the person who knows Wuxin's strength best, but even so, he can't see through where Wuxin's bottom line is and how strong it can be.

Ruyi shook his head and muttered, "I don't know, I don't know, this time I really don't know." The news of the death brought by the Seven Sages King had made her completely panicked, almost on the verge of collapse, and she had convinced herself countless times, but the appearance of her body covered in blood always appeared in her mind, and she couldn't get rid of it.

No woman can face the departure of her most beloved man, even if she is the successor of Furong Hall, the largest intelligence organization in the martial arts today, no matter how she says it, she is just a woman.

Nangong Chu sighed, thought for a while and said, "If you don't believe that he is dead, then I will take you out of here and go to him, even if you look for the ends of the earth, I will accompany you." Ruyi's heartbreak stimulates the softest place in his heart all the time, he doesn't want Ruyi to live in sadness all the time, and wants to take her out of this place.

Ruyi shook his head and said helplessly: "The Xian Wang's Mansion is heavily guarded, if we want to leave, the Seven Sage Kings will not let us leave like this." Although the Seven Sages King had said that they could leave, Ruyi understood that things were not as simple as they imagined.

"Then I'll fight a bloody way, desperately want to take you out, if you don't want to die, then he definitely needs us now, don't forget that he has been seriously injured, maybe trapped somewhere, waiting for someone to save him." Nangong Chu clenched the folding fan in his hand and said firmly, he, like Wuxin, is a person who is willing to die for Ruyi.

Ruyi heard Nangong Chu's words, was silent for a while, suddenly stood up, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, nodded heavily and said, "Okay, then let's leave here and rush out together." With that, he simply packed his luggage and walked outside first.

Nangong Chu looked at the rejuvenated Ruyi, and a relieved smile appeared on his face, this is the Ruyi he wants to see, and it is also the place where he envies Wuxin the most, because as long as Wuxin is there, Ruyi will never despair, and he has never given up.

The two of them quietly pushed open the door, observed the movement in the courtyard, walked out gently, and slowly approached the door of the small courtyard. Although they said that they rushed out together, it didn't mean that they should be unscrupulous and swagger out, it was purely hitting a stone with an egg. After all, two fists are hard to beat four hands, not to mention Ruyi's martial arts are not high, only Nangong Chu can still entangle with the other party.

Without waiting for Ruyi and Nangong Chu to walk to the door of the small courtyard, they heard a voice suddenly sound, and then saw a person walking in at the door of the small courtyard, followed by a large group of government soldiers.

"Where are you going, isn't there anything that is not well received in the Xian Palace?" said the man coldly, although his words were polite, but the heavily armed palace soldiers behind him had already proved their intentions. This person who suddenly appeared was none other than Gong Jiu.

"Now that the people of the court have been rescued, then we can leave, the prince also said before that we can leave, isn't it true that the dignified Seven Sages King is not a good word?" Nangong Chu pulled Ruyi behind him, glared at Gong Jiu and said coldly.

Gong Jiuyi listened to Nangong Chu's words, his face was gloomy, and he said loudly: "Presumptuous! How can the prestige of the prince allow you to blaspheme at will, and you don't want to live?"

"In that case, then keep our word and let us go. Nangong Chu did not flinch at all, and said righteously.

Gong Jiu snorted coldly, and said solemnly: "Anyone can leave, but you can't, come here, this person is disrespectful, blaspheming the majesty of the Xian Palace, and trespassing into the palace in an attempt to rob the nobles in the palace, the crime is unforgivable, take it down quickly!" As soon as the words fell, all the soldiers standing behind him showed their weapons in their hands, and quickly surrounded Nangong Chu and Ruyi.

Nangong Chu and Ruyi were taken aback, they didn't expect Gong Jiu to make up nonsense and put such a false charge on Nangong Chu's head, and now they finally understood that all this was planned, it was a conspiracy of the Xianwang Mansion, and the other party never wanted them to leave.

"Do it!" Gong Jiu shouted, and then saw all the soldiers rushing up, rushing towards Nangong Chu one after another, and the weapons in their hands fell overwhelmingly on Nangong Chu's head and body, as if they were going to directly kill Nangong Chu on the spot.

At this time, Gong Jiu's voice came again, only to hear him shout loudly: "Don't hurt Miss Ruyi, you can only capture it alive, Nangong Chu knows his mistake and does not change, he resists stubbornly, and kills on the spot!"

As soon as the words fell, a few people went around to Ruyi's back, trying to catch Ruyi from behind, but before they could get closer, Ruyi suddenly flicked his sleeves, and several silver needles had shot out like lightning, stabbing the few soldiers behind him who were trying to sneak attack Ruyi.

On the other side, Nangong Chu had already launched an attack, the folding fan in his hand flew up and down, and dozens of silver needles shot out in different directions, forcing back the soldiers who rushed to the front. Due to the suddenness of the incident, more than a dozen government soldiers had been stabbed with silver needles, and they all wailed to the end, and only a few people survived because of the obstruction of their companions, and they couldn't help but secretly take luck.

Gong Jiu couldn't help frowning, although he wanted to fight with Nangong Chu for a long time, but he never had a chance, he didn't expect that Nangong Chu's folding fan that had never left his hand actually concealed a silver needle, making a surprise secret weapon kung fu.

He didn't know that Nangong Chu and Ruyi were both proud disciples of Ji Furong, the master of Furong Hall, and the kung fu of silver needle points was deeply inherited.

"Get out of the way for me!" Gong Jiu shouted, separated the soldiers who were blocking in front, and strode towards Nangong Chu, he had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and seeing that his subordinates could not attack for a long time, he decided to take matters into his own hands. His hands had already touched the two judge's pens inserted in his waist, and there was a murderous look in his eyes.

Nangong Chu, who was struggling to force back several government soldiers who rushed to Ruyi's side, felt the heavy murderous aura behind him, and couldn't help frowning, turning his head to see that it was Gong Jiu, and couldn't help but secretly wonder, why was the murderous aura so strong for a guard in the palace, this couldn't be said.

But the situation didn't allow him to think about it anymore, because Gong Jiu had already killed like lightning, and the two judge's pens in his hands had already hit Nangong Chu's throat and lower abdomen respectively!

Nangong Chu didn't have time to think about it, he reflexively greeted it, and the folding fan in his hand met the judge's pen that struck his throat, and at the same time flew up and kicked at Gong Jiu's wrist holding the other judge's pen that struck his lower abdomen!

Seeing Gong Jiu personally attack, all the soldiers dodged to the side, perhaps because they were worried about hurting themselves, or they were also worried that they would cause chaos and affect Gong Jiu's performance, but they did not retreat far away, but surrounded the two people who were fighting and Ruyi on the periphery.

No one noticed that a black shadow took advantage of the night to fall on the wall of the small courtyard unconsciously, and was coldly watching everything that happened in the courtyard.

The ragged clothes swayed lightly in the wind, under the brim of the hat, the dusty pale cheeks were expressionless, with a trace of chill to the bone, and a pitch-black knife was tightly held in his hand, which melted into the dark night with the whole figure, like a ghost.

This figure is the "beggar" who shuttles through the crowd in the evening, a "beggar" who does not look like a beggar......