July twenty-four, sub-hour.

In the Puxing Fang outside the west gate of the imperial city of Chang'an, a white-clothed scribe, in the cold wind of the autumn night, walked on the empty street with a folding fan, and sang poems.

"A long sword and a glass of wine, a man's heart.

Beiping Shi is unique, and autumn frost is hidden in his sleeve.

But looking up at the mountains and mountains, I don't know the depth of the river and the sea. ”

A girl in white came to meet her, with a straight nose and a different style. Hearing the verses, I couldn't help but raise my eyes and stare at the merry scribe who was walking forward.

The two met under the moon, both dressed in white, like an unintentional blank after splashing ink and dust.

The smile is like a flower.

Killing is everywhere!

The woman flipped her wrist imperceptibly, raised her hand and withdrew it, all in the blink of an eye.

As usual, thousands of skillful movements.

The man in white, who was walking forward with poetry, was silent and independent after she had stopped, and said no more.

"It's a pity that this good voice can't recite poetry in the future. The woman's mind was at this, and she laughed at herself. Every time she kills, she has to regret it, this is the style she has erected for herself.

When she was young, she saw her master killing, and she always closed her eyes for the deceased, and whispered: "Go on the road with peace of mind." ”

She thought that such a ceremony was very handsome.

The master has excellent martial arts, and after killing, no one dares to stop him, so he can leave so openly and chicly. She has only learned how to kill people so far, and it takes a lot of caution to get out of it.

Fortunately, she is also talented, and she has been unstoppable since she graduated from school.

"Ten steps to kill, a thousand miles without staying. After the incident, the clothes are gone, and the merit and fame are hidden. It was still that pleasant voice, whispering, coming from behind the woman. But like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, Wan Jun thunder scared the woman into a mouse, and immediately ran all the way after hearing the sound, fleeing from here.

After a long time, after carefully identifying and following without footsteps, the woman cautiously looked back and saw no one accompanying her.

She was not very good at light skills, and after a fatal gallop, she leaned against the wall and panted, and her calm mind rose and fell violently like a man's plain, I don't know whether she was scared or tired.

After a stick of incense, she finally felt a little better, covered her chest, felt the heartbeat that gradually calmed down, and slowly said to herself: "That's the master's poem...... He, exactly...... Who is ......?"

"My name is Xu Beiliang. The beautiful voice sounded like a ghost, and it sounded again in the girl's ears.

The girl turned in horror, and saw the talented white-clothed scribe standing beside her, looking at her with a smile on his face.

"Oh!" the girl exclaimed, and turned to flee again, rushing towards Nancheng desperately.

Just after the two in white left Puxingfang, another horse carried the two to this place, it was Nangong and the young Ma Fengtao.

Ma Fengtao's surname is Ma, but he can't ride a horse, so he can only ride a horse with Nangong. At the intersection of the two in white, Ma Fengtao shouted: "Stop!"

Nangong tightened the reins, and the horse raised its hooves and stopped steadily.

"Here?"

Ma Fengtao was almost thrown to the ground, but fortunately, he followed the master for ten years, got along day and night, and was affected by his very good temper, and there was no arrogance and arrogance of young people. He dismounted, took out his compass and pointed it in the direction, and after a moment said, "This is it." You're ready to set up. ”

Nangong had exchanged details with Ma Fengtao before, and said: "Chang'an is all in my chessboard." ”

Ma Fengtao looked around and said: "There is no corpse here, the assassin should not have done it yet, we still have time, let's find a place to ambush." ”

Nangong said: "Can you calculate when the assassin will make a move?" ”

Ma Fengtao said: "It must be in the child's time." ”

Nangong muttered: "Zi Shi...... There were no pedestrians here, so who could she kill?"

Ma Fengtao said: "Among the dead, the scholars are lonely, the generals are the same as the guards, the civilians are Tianying, and the butchers are evil. With my master returning to yin as the center of the cycle of life and death, this place corresponds to the separation of the same and the lonely pair, so it is still a scholar and two generals. ”

Nangong said: "I am naturally a general, although you are a man, but you are not a bad person, and you are a Chang'an guard, you should be able to count half a general, but at this time, where did she go to find a scholar to kill." ”

"Me. An abrupt and unfamiliar voice came from the darkness, but after seeing the doorpost of a mansion here, two people walked out.

One person they recognized, it was General Chang'an Weiwei, who was repairing his face.

Nangong, the other person who exited, only felt that he had seen it before, but he didn't recognize it, and frowned and asked Xiu Yanshuo: "Who is this, why are you here." ”

Xiu Yan raised his hand and introduced: "Zhang Chuxin, our only grandson of Prime Minister Zhang Cheng." ”

Then he pointed to the plaque on the door behind him, and wrote the word "Xiufu", and said: "This is my home." ”

Ma Fengtao saluted Xiu Yan and said, "Meet General Xiu and see Zhang Gongzi." The crisis here is lurking, please Zhang Gongzi to avoid it. ”

Zhang Chuxin said: "You just said that there is a lack of readers. ”

Nangong said: "There is a lack of a scholar who will be sent to death." ”

Zhang Chuxin said: "You see how I am." ”

Nangong said: "You want to die?"

Zhang Chuxin said: "I'm not like a chow chow, I'm like a Chang'an watchdog." But I was a good friend of his, and he didn't have any friends, so I had to be the chow chow. ”

Xiu Yan Lian was not angered by this ridicule, in fact, he not only didn't mind being Chang'an's watchdog, but also wanted to be Da Zhou's watchdog.

Nangong said: "The Jinna assassin is committing murder now, not the time for jokes. ”

Xiu Zhang and the others did not answer, and after glancing at each other, Xiu Yan Yan walked towards Ma Fengtao and said, "Chang'an Wei is ashamed." ”

Ma Fengtao knew that these three people were the second rank hussar general of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the third rank of General Chang'anwei, and the only grandson of Zhang Chengxiang, who was above 10,000 people under one person, he was just a disliked man, and he didn't dare or want to say anything, but said: "When the master left, there was no resentment. ”

Xiu Yan Lan wanted to kneel, but Ma Fengtao reached out in time to support him, but he was a fool, how could he stop the three-grade general, Xiu Yan Lan knelt down on one knee and said: "Chang'an Wei owes you a vein of old horses, if you need it, you will never refuse." ”

Ma Fengtao said: "Catch the assassin." ”

Xiu Yan said: "Where the duty lies, it is incumbent. ”

Ma Fengtao said: "That is the best explanation to my master." ”

Xiu Yan was finally helped up by Ma Fengtao and asked Nangong, "Why did you come here, and you still know that the assassin wants to kill one soldier and two generals?"

Nangong turned his head and motioned to Ma Fengtao: "Ask him." You Chang'anwei is really a treasure of feng shui, you have made the most of your talents, and even your work is a handsome heir. ”

Xiu Yan Shu didn't ask what Yin Shuai was, but said: "The eldest grandson of the Sword God is a man in your army, what kind of talent do you need." ”

Ma Fengtao interrupted: "The assassin's killing trajectory is centered on the Beizhen Security Order, and the formation is arranged with a situation of nine deaths and one life. This corresponds to Changxingfang, and what happened to the deceased in Changxingfang, how should it be here. ”

Xiu Yan was slightly surprised, and said to Zhang Chuxin: "As the prime minister said?"

Zhang Chuxin just nodded and didn't speak.

Nangong said: "The prime minister also knows?"

Xiu Yan said: "It should be more than we know." ”

Nangong said: "Why don't you stop it." ”

But I heard Ma Fengtao and Xiu Yan say in unison: "Because of Shura." ”