Zhou Xuanyi thought of Yan Shaokang, even if Yan Shaokang did a lot of things without hiding from Fucheng, even if he coaxed Fucheng to get involved in the conspiracy of Xiahou Mansion. But Fu Cheng still didn't care whether he wanted to find out Yan Shaokang. At that moment, Zhou Xuanyi felt that Fu Cheng was really a very good person, even if Fu Cheng had no other thoughts about Zhou Xuanyi, Zhou Xuanyi was fortunate to be able to make such a friend as Fu Cheng.

Knowing Fucheng is a lucky fortune for three lives.

Zhou Xuanyi said: "Well, I'm not leaving." ”

Fu Cheng still wanted to talk about it, but Zhou Xuanyi's words that made him babble stopped abruptly, Fu Cheng was stunned, and glanced at Zhou Xuanyi before he was sure what he was.

I'm not going.

Fu Cheng put a heart back into his stomach, and something floating in his heart fell back, and he was blessed

Zhou Xuanyi felt that with Fu Cheng, no matter how complicated things were, they seemed to suddenly become simpler, and he said: "But I can't pull the golden bell into the water, what's wrong with her?"

Fu Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I will protect her." ”

Fu Cheng is very sure that he should protect the people around him, and he has been growing up with this goal since then, which is what he has lived on all his life. Before Fucheng found Jin Ling to talk to her, Jin Ling had already seen that something was wrong, she was exquisite, and nothing could hide from her. Jin Ling privately called Fu Cheng out, and after listening to Fu Cheng's words, he did not express any opinion on the 20,000 taels of bounty for assassination. Jin Ling looked at Fu Cheng with a solemn expression, and asked a question that was not related: "Do you really like him?"

Fu Cheng listened to this question like a cat that had been stepped on by its tail, he stammered and looked left and right about him, and finally answered this question seriously under Jin Ling's questioning, "Isn't it?

Fu Cheng is a man of a well-known temperament, and if he knows a friend today, he is willing to work for him, such as Yan Shaokang, Fu Cheng promised Fang Hai that if he wanted to find him, he would desperately find him. It's hard to know yourself in life, is Zhou Xuanyi his confidant? It doesn't seem to be quite similar, the two are almost different, and there is no similarity.

As for liking, Fu Cheng hasn't liked anyone since he grew up, and he doesn't need this kind of thing. Because he was born a cheap life, and his final destination was nothing more than death in a fight. If there is no golden bell, there will not even be a send-off in the future, wrapped in a straw mat and casually buried in a mass grave, ending his useless life.

He never had the luxury of liking.

Fu Cheng said: "Do you want to watch your brother Zhou die? Fu Cheng gave Jin Ling the choice, after all, it was not his business.

He respects all the choices of Jin Ling, Jin Ling has accompanied him through countless ups and downs, and Jin Ling has this qualification.

Jin Ling's delicate brows furrowed, she thought about it for a long time, she and Fu Cheng were outlaws, and there was nothing to look forward to for their future. Being alive is an unavoidable path for them, and has no other meaning. Jin Ling said: "If I were you, I would kick him out and let the two of us live for a few more years." ”

Jin Ling's makes a lot of sense.

Jin Ling said slowly: "If I were me, I would save him." "Jin Ling likes Zhou Xuanyi, unless Zhou Xuanyi wants to kill Fu Cheng, Jin Ling can stand on his side unconditionally.

Jin Ling's frankness made Fu Cheng feel at a loss, and Fu Cheng couldn't help but ask, "Why?" Fu Cheng can deceive himself, and he has to keep Zhou Xuanyi's dragon vein in order to go down to peace, but Jin Ling obviously doesn't care much about Zhou Xuanyi's identity.

Jin Ling said: "It's a pity to die if you look so good-looking." Jin Ling has a natural affinity for beauty, delicious food, wine and beautiful sex, Zhou Xuanyi looks just in her eyes, it is such a simple and rude thing.

Fu Cheng said helplessly: "You nymphomaniacs?"

Jin Ling hated that iron could not become steel, and stretched out a white index finger to poke at Fu Cheng's chest, Jin Ling poked Fu Cheng to take a step back, and read like an old mother in his mouth: "It's not because of you? Look at your poor and sour appearance, if I can find my daughter-in-law, I will burn high incense, and I can still see you fight a bachelor for the rest of your life? I've never seen you so unenlightened, why do you buy two beds? Look at you like this, I can still tie you two to the bed? You worry about yourself first, what am I afraid of? Auntie and grandma are not afraid of those things in Liuyin Lane!"

Fucheng was poked by the golden bells for a while, until the root of the wall retreated and there was no turbulence, like a child who had been counted.

Jin Ling put on her body for a while, and looked at Fu Cheng's eyes with an old-fashioned look: "You can figure out what you like or not." ”

Fu Cheng felt that the matter of feelings was too complicated, and he couldn't figure it out at all in a crisis-ridden situation. In fact, there was no chance to sort it out for him, because the first assassination began very quickly.

The assassination was chosen at night, close to early autumn, the cicadas had long since stopped calling, and the night seemed extremely silent.

The bounty seemed to have no effect on the life of the ruined temple, and the three of them fell asleep after eating dinner as usual that night.

The two beds in the room occupied a corner, Fu Cheng was lying on the bed with his back to Zhou Xuanyi, there was a knife next to him, as usual, the knife was not opened, he stared at the dragon and phoenix Chengxiang on the bed, still thinking about the problem of Bai Jinling.

Zhou Xuanyi didn't sleep either, he wore the heart guard given to him by Fu Cheng on his chest, which Fu Cheng strongly asked him to wear on his body, and when he handed it to him, Fu Cheng didn't take care of the heart goggle, this thing once saved his life. The cold and hard iron of the heart shield was on the chest, and the heart was beating vividly under this piece of iron.

Knock knock.

Zhou Xuanyi's heart then became cold and hard, Fu Cheng must not have the seriousness of Zhou Xuanyi's matter, Zhou Xuanyi thought carefully for a long time, all the ways that can end the war. Zhou Xuanyi regarded this bounty incident as a war in his heart, and Fucheng had more experience than him in fighting, but Zhou Xuanyi wanted to find a solution in one fell swoop.

Fucheng is a very special existence for Zhou Xuanyi, and the first person he met after waking up was close to him like an animal. Zhou Xuanyi actually began to think about Fucheng's whole person from a macro perspective. Fu Cheng can't kill people, but chooses to be the most dangerous swordsman. Zhou Xuanyi has always felt that under Fucheng's cheerful appearance, the background is all sad, he is not seeking survival, but choosing to die.

Zhou Xuanyi thought that he was a little panicked here, obviously Fu Cheng had a mysterious past, but this past was something that Zhou Xuanyi could not touch. He had tried to get close to Fucheng, but the two of them had almost fallen out.

Thinking like this, Zhou Xuanyi felt a little sleepy, and slowly almost fell asleep with these complicated thoughts, but he almost immediately felt that something was wrong, he covered his mouth and nose with one hand, this is ecstasy incense!

Zhou Xuanyi then came to his senses, and a dazzling sword light erupted from the side of Fucheng. Then there were a few crisp sounds, and a black shadow flashed in front of him, and the black shadow figure was agile, but Fu Cheng's knife was faster than him, and the two fought for a while and quickly lost the battle. The shadow didn't dwell too much, and instead rolled out of the window.

Fu Cheng had two strips of cloth stuffed in his nose, and he had already arrived at Zhou Xuanyi's side in the blink of an eye, and very decisively pulled Zhou Xuanyi up and said, "Go to the courtyard." ”

Zhou Xuanyi did not hesitate at all, and followed Fu Cheng to the courtyard. After seeing the scene in the courtyard clearly, Fu Cheng and Zhou Xuanyi were slightly stunned for a moment.

At a glance, the four walls of the ruined temple were full of swordsmen, who were like crows smelling carrion, occupying all the vantage points of the ruined temple, looking down on their prey condescendingly.

Zhou Xuanyi underestimated the swordsman in Liuyin Lane.

After Fu Cheng saw the situation clearly, he said loudly: "Jin Ling! ”

The door of Jin Ling's house was closed, and Zhou Xuanyi obviously saw Jin Ling's figure flash behind the window, and then disappeared, without any movement, as if it had completely evaporated from the world.

Fu Cheng's gaze skimmed over the swordsman, and Fu Cheng didn't expect that the first battle would be such a fanfare and undisguised assassination. Fu Cheng immediately understood what these people were thinking, the enemy was too strong, since one person could not complete the task, it was better for several people to work together, anyway, the reward was 20,000 taels, and the money divided equally was not a few. Fu Cheng had a hunch that there were many more in the entire Liuyin Lane in this kind of spontaneous formation.

The leading swordsman is Yang Lei, an old acquaintance of Fucheng, who became famous for his ruthlessness, and his patron bought a life, and he also gave a complete set of fresh hearts, livers, spleens and lungs when he killed people. Yang Lei is a living killer, he is simply immersed in the matter of killing, and is not disturbed by any miscellaneous matters.

Yang Lei stood on a high place and said, "Fucheng, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Fu Cheng did not move, nor did he answer him.

Yang Lei didn't feel the slightest annoyance, and said, "I'll give you a chance, it's still too late for you to leave now." Yang Lei admired Fucheng's style and hoped that one or two people could compete in a dignified manner, but he didn't want to encounter Fucheng at a life-and-death juncture.

Fucheng can't kill people, but he thinks it's stupid to talk too much nonsense before killing.

Fu Cheng didn't answer Yang Lei's question, which was already the best answer, he stared at the group of swordsmen in front of him, but he didn't seem to take them seriously. Fu Cheng spoke very slowly, and no swordsman dared to come forward under the pressure of his eyes, "I have practiced martial arts for fifteen years, run the rivers and lakes for five years, and have been a swordsman for three years, and there is no injury in my back." No one stabbed me in the back. ”

Fu Cheng's words were for Zhou Xuanyi.

Fu Cheng handed the knife in his hand to Zhou Xuanyi and grinned, "Today, this knife is handed over to you, uncle." ”

Fu Cheng's smile in the dark was quite dazzling, his amber pupils were as firm as a river, and Zhou Xuanyi took Fu Cheng's knife, as if he had taken over Fu Cheng's life. Zhou Xuanyi was stunned because of Fu Cheng's words, and his heart was beating wildly by the sound of his uncle's call.

Today, I've handed over the knife to you, uncle.

Zhou Xuanyi has never received such a heavy trust from a person.

Zhou Xuanyi didn't understand the style of the swordsman in Liuyin Lane, he took the knife, obeyed Fucheng's arrangement, and played the role of a reaper in this battle.

Yang Lei made a gesture, and the swordsmen attacked in groups, pressing towards the two people like crows.

Zhou Xuanyi is quite calm on the surface, but in fact, he is a little apprehensive in his heart, he was born to influence Xia Qi Yue, and in his battlefield, the most used weapon is the brain rather than the knife. Be smart and spare the world, death is often not the best solution, Zhou Xuanyi feels a little unfamiliar with such a world of life or death.

Zhou Xuanyi was holding the knife given to him by Fu Cheng in his hand, although he didn't have any name, Zhou Xuanyi also judged that it was a good knife, the blade was sharp, and it shone with a calm light in the dark. A swordsman broke through the defense line of Fucheng and went around the back towards Zhou Xuanyi, Zhou Xuanyi almost subconsciously reacted, swinging the knife, and the knife fell.

A line appeared on the neck of the unknown swordsman, a thin line of blood invisible to the naked eye, and then blood burst out of the thin line, forming a foul-smelling mist of blood. The color of the blood was extremely dazzling in the darkness, making all the swordsmen stunned.

Their initial strategy was to kill Fucheng first, Fucheng is a difficult bone to gnaw, and after killing Fucheng, everything can be solved naturally.

No one considered Zhou Xuanyi in their first strategy, this was just a clown similar to the prince of Baihua Street, which was not enough for them to be afraid of.

Now they regret their mistakes, which is almost the most important iron rule of the alchemist, and they rush to attack without investigating the target of the assassination, and the one who dies is often themselves.

Fu Cheng looked at him through the blood mist, the fire cloud pattern on his forehead jumped slightly, the corners of Fu Cheng's mouth were slightly hooked, the light in his eyes was very bright, and he looked at Zhou Xuanyi like approval.

Blood splashed on Zhou Xuanyi's snow-white collar, the blood was very hot, Zhou Xuanyi felt that the knife in his hand was really blessed, he was thinking, if he wasn't born in the royal family, he seemed to be born to pick up the knife and live in the bloody rain. Zhou Xuanyi is not a thin teacher as the swordsmen in Liuyin Lane imagined, and many people are easily deceived by his appearance when they see Zhou Xuanyi at the first time, forgetting that he is like a cold poisonous snake.

Only Fu Cheng knows his true strength, Fu Cheng and Zhou Xuanyi have fought once, and they have also seen the strength of the other party in the underground of Xiahou Mansion. Zhou Xuanyi is aggressive and resolute, and is a rare killer seedling. Fu Cheng gave his back to Zhou Xuanyi with confidence, and he and Fu Cheng stood back to back, like the front and back sides of a copper plate, inseparable from each other.

The swordsmen in Liuyin Lane were much more orderly than Zhou Xuanyi imagined, they were silent, no one spoke, and they could reach tacit communication with just their eyes.

Zhou Xuanyi instantly judged that these people were fundamentally different from the assassins in the East Gate Theater, and these people were the real killers.

A group of qualified hunters, after suffering from the accident, immediately adjusted their strategy, and the main force no longer only stared at Fucheng, but went in the direction of Zhou Xuanyi.

Six archers occupied the corner of the ruined temple, and the swordsmen on the ground attacked Fucheng and Zhou Xuanyi in an orderly manner. It is not an easy task to be the knife behind Fu Cheng, Zhou Xuanyi needs to cut off the sneak attackers behind Fu Cheng while beware of arrows that come from nowhere.

Zhou Xuanyi had received all kinds of education in the past, and he had also practiced martial arts, but he must not have received pure training in killing. Not for self-preservation, but for the purest education, to kill the people in front of you. Just today, Zhou Xuanyi has no teacher, he doesn't need to deliberately learn and train, and he mastered this trick after a few times.

The swordsmen who died in Zhou Xuanyi's swordsmen were very "neat", and the fatal knives were mostly in the heart and neck. If it can't be solved with one knife, Zhou Xuanyi always slashed the opponent's leg bone at a tricky angle, the kneecap was broken by the blade, and the knife man knelt in the blood wave, still did not retreat, as long as he still held the knife in his hand, he would not live up to his mission.

Swordsmen have their own dignity, and if they die in battle, their teammates will collect their bodies and take care of their wives and children for them, because cooks are not afraid.

Zhou Xuanyi fought with the swordsmen, and felt that the swordsmen in Liuyin Lane were like a steady stream of tides, cutting one and the next one would immediately rush up, not giving people a moment to breathe.

Zhou Xuanyi doesn't know the thoughts of the swordsmen, now that he has seen blood, if he can't kill you, he will die in this broken temple today.

Yang Lei didn't go to Zhou Xuanyi's trouble, and decided to meet Fucheng in person. Fu Cheng and Zhou Xuanyi are already in a symbiotic relationship, if Zhou Xuanyi dies, as Zhou Xuanyi's protector, Fu Cheng will definitely seek revenge on Yang Lei. Therefore, both of them must die in the ruined temple today in order to be clean.

Yang Lei lives in Liuyin Lane, he has heard the deeds of Fucheng, the battle of Shacheng, and how Fucheng survived with a knife without a blade. Yang Lei received this task for the reward of 20,000 taels and to explore the secret of Fucheng.

This is a point that all the swordsmen in Liuyin Lane are curious about, everyone has their own tricks, and they only burst out before they die, but no one knows what Fucheng's tricks are.

Yang Lei is not afraid of Fucheng, because no matter how strong Fucheng is, as long as he can't kill people, Yang Lei has taken the lead.

Yang Lei stood on a high place and said condescendingly: "Although I feel that this sentence is redundant, if you give me the teaching gentleman next to me, I can spare your life." ”

Fu Cheng sneered and said, "It's quite redundant." ”

Fu Cheng's answer was expected by Yang Lei, and Yang Lei smiled helplessly and clenched his knife.

Yang Lei is a swordsman from the grassland, his knife is very sharp, and fast.

This is a Mongolian scimitar, and the Miao knife in Fucheng's hand are completely different things. The Mongolian scimitar is a sharp weapon on horseback, with a thin blade and a thick back, and almost all the power is concentrated at the moment when the knife is drawn.

The Mongolian scimitar is not suitable for use in the Western Regions, and Yang Lei has been stubbornly using this knife, as if to remind himself of his identity at all times. For so many years, Yang Lei has been able to survive, which proves that he has this capital.

Yang Lei's hand was on the hilt, a little apprehensive, but a little excited, a heart beating vigorously in the chest, blood could always bring him a different kind of stimulation.

Yang Lei jumped down from the high temple wall, and at the same time quickly drew the knife, which is the essence of the Mongolian scimitar, occupying a knife that is favorable to the time and place, the blade is wrapped in the momentum of decline, and the force is amplified to ten, Yang Lei's shot is a must-kill trend.

Fucheng faced the blade, took a step under his feet, and rose from the ground, the Miao knife and the Mongolian knife collided in the air, and the sparks of the knife flew everywhere. The Miao knife cuts all the way up to the handle of the scimitar.

The Mongolian scimitar was like a swimming fish, the blade had nowhere to focus, and after a moment the two knives separated. Miao Dao didn't get any benefits, but it didn't fall behind either.

"What a knife. Yang Lei sighed sincerely after landing.

Fu Cheng also said: "This is the first time I have encountered a Mongolian knife. ”

Yang Lei said arrogantly: "I have encountered a lot of Miao Dao. ”

After a brief conversation, the two quickly became entangled. Don't talk when you kill Rao, this is the rule of the ancestors, and if you talk like a city, you will be quiet and silent.

Neither of them had a famous sword in their hands. Yang Lei's Mongolian knife was brought from the grassland, and the Miao knife in Fucheng was not even opened.

The two exchanged dozens of moves in the blink of an eye, and it was difficult to distinguish between them. But Yang Lei faintly felt uneasy, he and Fu Cheng walked seventy moves, but did not get a single benefit. Swordsmen should not fight for a long time, and fighting for a long time mostly means losing.

Fu Cheng parryed the arrows from the flank, and while resisting Yang Lei's attack with ease, he said, "I can't get it at all." He thought to Yang Lei.

When Fu Cheng spoke, he was slow, but the knife was getting faster and faster, forcing Yang Lei straight into the corner, and Fu Cheng's words deeply hurt Yang Lei's self-esteem.

Fu Cheng made a decision that Yang Lei didn't expect at this time. Fu Cheng put away the knife and put it into its sheath.

Yang Lei gritted his teeth, unable to figure out what Fu Cheng wanted to do.

Fucheng had enough of the Mongol scimitar posture and decided to end the battle quickly.

Fu Cheng stepped on the firewood stack next to him, jumped high with the strength of the low wall of the broken temple, he held the handle of the knife tightly, the tiger's mouth tightened, and quickly drew the knife, the knife was like a dragon out of the sheath, accompanied by the moonlight turned into a white light, and came towards Yang Lei with great precision.

The only word that Yang Lei thought of in an instant was this, precise. Without any superfluous movements, the angle at which the knife fell covered Yang Lei's face door with great precision.

After the knife, Yang Lei was a little stunned, he slowly pulled open his collar, a swollen red mark, through blood, from the right side of the neck through the chest where the heart is located, all the way to the left waist.

Yang Lei's throat was swollen, he had some difficulty breathing, and he felt pain and fear in hindsight.

If, if Fu Cheng had a real knife in his hand, he would have died a long time ago. The so-called parity is nothing but an arrogant illusion. I was able to go through seventy moves, but I couldn't kill people by relying on the ambush city.

Yang Lei's only advantage is only the blink at the beginning, but now, Fu Cheng used the same moves as him to defeat him, which is a top-down mockery, perfunctory like a cat.

Yang Lei is not qualified to fight Fucheng at all, let alone see his last secret.

Yang Lei was scared and finally gave birth to some anger, he was disgusted with Fu Cheng's expression, it was not an equal assassination from the beginning. But he was still somewhat sensible, and he was not carried away by anger, Yang Lei whistled with all his strength, and said indignantly: "Withdraw first-"

The loud whistle echoed over the broken temple, and after the whistle, there was silence all around, and Yang Lei seemed to realize something, and his eyes widened in horror.

The swordsmen who came with him all the way were wiped out in this battle, and Zhou Xuanyi stood in the pile of dead people, looking at him silently.

Zhou Xuanyi gasped slightly, the tip of his knife was still dripping blood, and blood beads fell down the sword, reflecting a dead man's face, the expression on that person's face was very surprised, and he didn't seem to have time to react, and was stabbed to protect him

What about his archers? Yang Lei looked up and looked around. None of the six crossbowmen were alive. Blood slid down the corners of their mouths, from the ruined temple walls to the base of the walls, seeping into the dirt.