In the city of Tokyo in March, the weather was as unpredictable as the mood of the emperor and the six auxiliary ministers. Zhang Ji left the Prime Minister's Mansion before stepping into the market, and suddenly a lightning volley came in the distance, followed by a boom. At first, I just woke up from a dream, ticking a few drops of light rain, and after a while, the raindrops accelerated and fell heavily.

Zhang Ji opened his umbrella and walked a few steps down the street, and the rain had risen to the height of the soles of his shoes. He sighed and said in his heart, he wanted to stay in Tokyo City for one more day, but the family affairs were not finished. I hurriedly walked down the street, but I saw that the eaves were full of people sheltering from the rain.

He saw that many carriages on the street had stopped and leaned against the cars, and those carriage masters were squatting under the eaves, knocking melon seeds, and no one should be allowed to work, watching the rain as if nothing happened.

Zhang Ji knew that it was useless to say more, so he still walked in the rain with an umbrella. Everyone began to laugh at the stupidity of this young man dressed as a scholar, what are you going to do with such a heavy rain?

There are people in the crowd who know this new science and technology detective Hualang, and they know that he is a native of Jinan Mansion on Jingdong East Road, and he is still filial piety a few days ago, so he is in such a hurry, the purpose is self-evident.

It's only been these many days, and Zhang Ji has experienced half a lifetime. Great sorrow and joy, parting joy, from seeing Li Brown go home listlessly, to taking a bus to Tokyo with Meng Ye and others, to learning that Jinan Mansion was broken by Liao soldiers, he was in a trance and fell into Tanhua, and dimly became the prime minister's protégé.

Slowly walking out of the market, I had already passed the city gate and left the city, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it was pouring harder. Zhang Ji thought about everything and walked forward absentmindedly. He didn't know that there was a man with a sword standing on the city wall, and that person wanted to see this fellow villager in the new examination, and also wanted to find out what the relationship between this Tanhualang in the new examination and the Prime Minister's Mansion was.

What Zhang Ji didn't know was that Yao Jichang couldn't eat this bad breath and kept peeking at him from the corner. Such a heavy rain, such a lonely walk, if he disappears into the dense rain curtain, no one can find him.

Yao Jichang was glad that God helped him. Such a heavy rain, such a stupid worm, he returned home and carried his sword, in order to keep out the rain and cover people's eyes, he put on a hat and came out of the city.

Zhang Ji continued to walk, there was a short pavilion to the north, he thought to himself, this time Kung Fu has already walked five miles, he is going to go in and sit down first, as long as the rain is a little lighter, then continue to hurry.

After entering the short pavilion, Zhang Ji put away the umbrella. The water mist in all directions hangs on the four sides of the pavilion, like four natural curtains. It's a pity that this good situation is not good, because I am worried, so it is only to increase the sorrow of the detention. Zhang Jidong looked at it, looked west, sighed, and was bored, but saw a man wearing a hat walking from the south.

Zhang Ji was curious, at this time, there were still fishermen going ashore and going out of the city?

When he looked at the man, his steps were fast and steady, and he waded through the water. His anger seemed to be very impulsive, and Zhang Ji faintly felt a trace of sword qi breaking through the rain curtain.

Getting closer and closer, about twenty paces away from the pavilion, the man suddenly stood in the rain.

Zhang Ji looked at his shape and knew that he was coming for himself. He looked at the silhouette of the person who came carefully, and the person he least wanted to see suddenly appeared in his mind.

The man in the rain lifted his hat, revealing a long sword that was shining.

It's really Yao Jichang.

Zhang Ji chuckled in his heart. Sometimes it's like that, the more you don't want something, the more it comes.

Yao Jichang asked angrily: "Who are you wronging?"

The voice was weakened by the rain, and Zhang Ji only heard the words "who is coming". But he thought that it might be related to the quarrel in the market before, and when he saw Yao Jichang's crazy appearance, he was even more scared.

Yao Jichang walked step by step, with murderous aura in his eyes. Zhang Ji slowly retreated, he thought, the situation is not good, run first.

Fang wanted to turn around and run, but saw Yao Jichang suddenly rush into the pavilion like a crazy horse, already standing in front of Zhang Ji. Naturally, Yao Jichang is not running like an ordinary person, and his cultivation has already supported running in front of people at a faster speed that is visible to the naked eye.

Yao Jichang continued to ask: "I asked you who you wronged?"

Zhang Ji thought to himself that this was the question he had just asked. Zhang Ji saw that Yao Jichang's eyes were very red.

Zhang Ji softened his anger and said, "If you didn't frame me before, I won't wronged you." Although Zhang Ji said this, he had actually softened a lot, and deliberately followed Yao Jichang's "wrongdoing" to ease the form.

Yao Jichang's face was bruised, he had never seen any young man who dared to talk back to him in Tokyo City, he pointed his sword at Zhang Ji's neck, and said angrily: "I'll be your bitch mother, you tell me again!"

Zhang Ji wanted to act at the opportunity before, seeing Yao Jichang's crazy appearance, and there was no one around, he was really afraid that the "little Tai Sui" of this distant relative of the second generation of ministers would kill him, and he had already made up his mind to beg for mercy, but he didn't expect Yao Jichang to scold his mother.

"Yao Gou, straight to your ancestor!" Zhang Ji was furious, his sword qi surged instantly, and he pushed Yao Jichang away coldly.

Yao Jichang was already extremely angry, and he had long ignored what his cousin said. At first, Wang Hao handed over the scholar monitoring team to him, because he could hold on to it. In fact, Yao Jichang is also serious, when he sees those who are afraid of him, he hates it, scolds his face, touches his head, will you be angry with his dog? No.

But as soon as you meet someone who is not a dog, you will be angry. Especially Zhang Ji recklessly contradicted himself on the street like this, and the loss of face was not a slight.

When the sword was cut down, Yao Jichang did not regret it at all. Not to mention Tanhualang, the champion is not good, except for the emperor and cousins, he doesn't want to see anyone's face.

A stream of blood rushed onto Zhang Ji's face, and he was so red that he was in a trance.

Zhang Ji began to listen to his heartbeat, calculating his fall.

After five heartbeats, Yao Jichang fell to the ground. The blood in the pavilion began to flow outward, staining the rain red.

Zhang Ji saw a man with a hat in the rain in front of him, and his scabbard was empty. His sword was stuck in the back of Yao Jichang's neck.

Kill during the day.

Zhang Ji began to shrink.

Seeing a real dead man at this moment, the shocking visual impact made his footsteps not obey the call, he didn't dare to run if he wanted to, and his whole body tensed.

The hat of the hat man was very low, and he was not wearing a coat all over his body, and he was drenched by the rain. He walked to the pavilion and pulled his sword out of the back of Zhang Ji's neck with a "poof" as tight as a butcher's knife pulled out of pork.

"You go your own way, and none of us have seen anyone. ”

The hat-man said lightly.

Zhang Ji came back from the panic at this time, he bowed to the hat, then kicked Yao Jichang on the head heavily, turned around and walked out of the short pavilion, and quickly disappeared into the rain curtain.

The hat-taker put away his sword and slowly walked out of the pavilion. At that time, on a yellow-leaved tree that was half covered with new green, a piece of withered yellow leaves that should have fallen was washed by the heavy rain, and finally couldn't hold on and floated down.