The heavy rain shows no sign of letting up, but the ship has reached the shore and the passengers must disembark.
Yin Xiu crossed the trestle and stepped ashore first. She picked up an oil-paper umbrella from nowhere and stood in front.
When Li Chonghu and his son came ashore, he moved the umbrella over their heads to block the raindrops.
Li Chonghu wrapped the swaddled baby tightly in his arms and nodded to Yin Xiu, "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Yin Xiu answered, but her eyes did not look at him, but stared ahead.
On the shore, a group of people were standing, wearing black shirts, black pants and white socks, with red belts tied around their waists, and felt hats covering half of their faces.
These people were caught in the rain, and their faces were as cold as the rain.
"These people should be waiting for you." Yin Xiu said.
Li Chonghu nodded, his face unconcerned, "There are a lot of people."
"Not much."
Yin Xiu said and turned around, "If you hand over the Heavenly Master's Order Sword to them now, there may be a way to survive."
"If I were willing to hand it over to them, I wouldn't have gone to Ouchi to steal it in the first place."
"It seems so."
Yin Xiu touched her chin, "There is no effect without a cause, and there is no end without a beginning, right?"
Li Chonghu glanced at those people and whispered: "I have something, my friend, can you help me?"
"Tell me about it."
"I have a friend in To Kwa Wan who is also a Taoist priest named Mao Xiaoming. Their family has a building in Guangming Lane. You can find out by asking the neighbors there.
I want you to help me send the child there to this friend of mine.
What these people want to deal with is me, and they want to take the Heavenly Master's Order Sword from me, so they won't embarrass you. ”
Yin Xiu's eyes moved, "Do you want me to carry a message for you? What should you say to your friend?"
"Say something?"
Li Chonghu pondered for a while, then finally laughed again, took out a Bagua card from his arms and stuffed it into the baby's hand.
"People in my generation don't have so many things to deal with, mothers-in-law, and they will understand what I mean when they see this sign."
"Okay."
Yin Xiu nodded, took the child and took a look. Perhaps because the weather was too cold, the child's complexion was a little pale, but he still looked very healthy.
After gently touching the baby's face, Yin Xiu handed the baby back to Li Chonghu.
"Friend, this is you."
"I changed my mind. It's very troublesome to have children."
Yin Xiu handed over the umbrella, "I always like to do simple and easy things, so you go and I will deal with these people."
"How many people?"
Li Chonghu looked around and saw that there were at least twenty people on the shore. Each of them had an ax stuck in his waist or a saber tied around his waist. They looked like they were not easy to mess with.
After a pause, he took the umbrella and said, "Sorry to trouble you. Oh, by the way, friend, what's your name?"
"Just a passing traveler."
Yin Xiu stepped forward and pushed him, indicating that Li Chonghu could leave.
When Li Chonghu saw this, he no longer hesitated, gritted his teeth and left quickly with the child.
All those people on the shore turned their eyes to Li Chonghu, like a dozen knives turning their direction.
As soon as Li Chonghu took a few steps and splashed water, someone in the crowd immediately raised his hand, his sleeves fluttered, and two wisps of silver light were about to emerge from between his fingers.
Yin Xiu subconsciously turned to the man with her toes, raised her hand and brought up a string of afterimages. Then the man fell to the ground with a muffled groan, and two cold arrows flew out from between his fingers and nailed into the ground.
Everyone couldn't help but take a breath, and looked at the person who used the concealed weapon. There were five neat marks from the eyebrows to the lips. Each mark was drilled through the face and out of the back of the head. The technique was clean and neat. .
But everyone here only saw him raising his hand, but they never saw where the hidden weapon came out. Was it hidden in the palm of his hand or in his sleeve?
But they couldn't see the hidden weapon on the deceased. Could it be the skill of condensing water into ice?
Whether it is the former or the latter, it is very difficult.
"He is a master of concealed weapons..."
The leader looked sternly, looking at Li Chonghu who was gradually running away, and then looked at Yin Xiu.
He shouted angrily: "Master Xue Dizi is handling the case!"
"I know."
Yin Xiu responded calmly, walked down the steps, grabbed a broken paper umbrella that someone had thrown on the shore, and held it above her head, which was better than nothing to protect her from the strong wind and rain.
"Since you know that we are bloody people, but you have hurt one of our people, it seems that you are going to go against the imperial court!?"
"Nonsense!"
Yin Xiu snorted coldly, "I have killed everyone, how can it be that my hands are itchy just passing by?"
"Your Majesty, can you please leave your name?"
"Just a passing swordsman."
"Huh? Where's your knife?"
"Isn't that what you are holding in your hand?"
Yin Xiu grinned, "I think that knife is suitable for me. Why don't you lend it to me?"
"Want to borrow it? Then come and get it yourself!"
The leader shouted loudly, and his feet were like a dragonfly touching the water. Before one water splash fell, another water splash had already exploded. It was obvious that his footwork and the use of Qi and blood in his body had reached the state of transformation, and he was probably at the eighth level of the entrance. realm.
The opponent was coming menacingly, but Yin Xiu stood still, holding an umbrella in one hand and extending his other hand forward.
When they were only a few steps away, the leader put his hand on the knife and pulled it out with all his strength. A white rainbow emerged from the black scabbard and broke through the water curtain. When the tip of the knife was about to touch Yin Xiu's throat, a flash of white light appeared on his back. The dragon and tiger energy surged out, and it turned out to be a jackal with scarlet eyes and bared teeth and claws.
At this moment, Yin Xiu finally took action and gently turned the wrist holding the umbrella.
Fox hand power!
In the blink of an eye, the leader felt a sudden change in the touch on his hand. When he looked with wide eyes, he did not know when he was holding a broken umbrella in his hand.
At the same time, a wisp of cold light struck him, accurately and quickly, and the hair on his back stood up before it even arrived.
Before he had time to think, he raised the paper umbrella in his hand to resist. The dragon and tiger energy transformed instantly and traveled through the eight meridians of his body, forming a layer of almost substantial armor covering his body surface.
Boom!
The paper umbrella was split in half by Yin Xiu's knife, and a deep blood mark appeared on the leader's face.
Yin Xiu stood upright due to a mistake. The leader fell to the ground, and blood spread to Yin Xiu's feet.
The jackal dissipated, the white dragon roared, and behind Yin Xiu, an inconspicuous cloud gradually dissipated, just flashed by in the blink of an eye, and then disappeared without a trace.
Everyone was stunned, feeling that the rain around them was getting colder and colder, sending chills from their skin to their bones, like deep winter frost.
"Leave by yourself, or should I send you away?" Yin Xiu asked.
"Can't leave."
Another dark-skinned man came out. Although almost his whole body was wrapped in black clothes, from the skin color of his wrists and neck, it could be seen that this man should have been sailing on the sea all year round. "Is it because you can't leave or you don't want to leave?" Yin Xiu asked again.
"It's true that we can't leave."
The man sighed, "If you can't find the Heavenly Master's sword, or if you can't get Li Chonghu's head, either one is a capital crime."
"On the contrary, I was wrong."
Yin Xiu clicked his tongue and marveled: "I thought the imperial court would not be so ruthless, but I didn't expect him to want both, ha, the bastard among bastards."
As he said that, he looked at everyone present, flicked the steel knife in his hand, and said with a clang, "Thank you for your hard work."
The man said calmly: "It's nothing. The work of licking blood from the edge of a knife will happen sooner or later. If there is no disaster, no pain, and a long life, it will look like we are just hanging out and doing nothing."
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"Okay!"
Yin Xiu stopped talking and rushed forward. He opened his mouth and swallowed a mouthful of cold rain, and cut through the rain curtain with the steel knife in his hand.
Khorne Link!
An invisible red chain connects Yin Xiu to everyone, with his heart clutching his heart and his eyes facing his eyes.
"Kill!"
I don't know who shouted this first, the blood fountain gushed out, and a big head rose into the sky, fell into the water, and splashed muddy water.
Before the round head could stop, Yin Xiu flipped the hob and slashed at another person. The person was cut into two sections from the shoulder to the waist, which made people stunned and made their legs weak.
……
It wasn't until his eyes saw that no one was standing anymore that Yin Xiu stopped and glanced at the steel knife in his hand.
I don't know when it started, but the blade of this steel knife has been curled and several holes have been opened. At this moment, it looks like a saw that has been used for a lot of farm work, and it is covered with "mud".
The borrowed things are indeed not very useful.
Yin Xiu threw the steel knife aside, and water splashed like blood again.
Because of the effect of [Khorne Link], even though so many people had been killed, Yin Xiu was still in high spirits.
Even because of the activity, the original feeling of being cold and sluggish in my hands and feet disappeared.
However, even after having dealt with the wave of enemies in front of him, Yin Xiu's eyebrows were still beating wildly, as if something unknown was happening far away from where he was.
If nothing unexpected, it should be the direction Li Chonghu left.
Yin Xiu ran wildly, breaking through the rain curtain alone. She was like a fish diving into the deep sea, and then jumped out of the distance in a few times. The bloody smell on her body was instantly washed away by the rain.
But gradually, he smelled a stronger smell of blood, which went straight into his nose.
It wasn't from him, but it came from far away, swept by the cold wind.
Yin Xiu quickened her pace, and after passing a few corners, she immediately saw Li Chonghu's figure.
At this moment, he was kneeling on the ground, his body swaying. Beside him, there were several people standing, seemingly confronting each other.
Yin Xiu approached, stopped, and then saw several people's faces clearly in the rain curtain.
Li Chonghu's face was pale, a bloody hole was opened in his chest, and blood flowed all over the floor. He was obviously dying.
Next to him was a very thin young man, wearing a Taoist robe, carrying two long swords on his back, wearing a pair of round glasses, and holding a cigarette in his mouth, the paper of which had been beaten by the rain. It made a ball, but he still bit it tightly in his mouth.
Opposite him, there were two people, both wrapped in cloaks. One was wearing a bright yellow robe, and the other was wearing a navy blue short coat, revealing his towering chest muscles. One was tall and powerful, and the other was extremely noble.
These two people are very different in appearance and temperament, but they have one thing in common, that is, not a drop of the pouring rain can seem to fall on their shoulders.
Yin Xiu had seen the costumes of these two people before. If he saw it correctly, they were Si Xingcheng and Kunlun Guard from Qintian Prison.
Seeing Yin Xiu approaching, the young man wearing glasses widened his red eyes.
"Beautiful boy, which side are you on?"
Yin Xiu touched her head and said, "I don't have braids."
"Then you came just in time."
He suddenly handed over the baby in his arms, "Please take care of the baby for me for a while, and walk away. I will come back to you after I cut these two into eighteen pieces."
Yin Xiuru shook her head as before, "I'm not good at taking care of children."
"Not good at it? Humph! I see that your steps are frivolous, and you look like you are overindulging in lust. Apart from taking care of children, I really can't think of anything you are good at!"
Being scolded by him, Yin Xiu was not only not angry, but also laughed.
This made the young man feel even more strange, "You still laugh after being scolded, are you out of your mind?"
Yin Xiu shook his head and just said to him: "I really can't see the child, but if you want, you can hold the child and leave first, and I will take care of the rest."
"You?"
The man looked at him no longer with hostility, but with a little admiration, but he still shook his head and said: "No, I have to avenge my friend's revenge. Otherwise, I can't be considered his friend."
Hearing this, the two spiritual officers from Qintian Prison across from him frowned and their expressions became grim.
"Mao Xiaoming, you'd better speak clearly. Do you know that what you just said is equivalent to going against the court!"
Sure enough, just as Yin Xiu thought, this hot-tempered young man is Uncle Ming. At this time, he is not wearing the nightgown that he never changes, but wherever he goes, he always has a cigarette in his mouth.
"What, are you bluffing me?"
Mao Xiaoming's eyes widened, "Do you think I was scared since I was a kid? I said I wanted revenge, and I just want revenge. Even if the Emperor comes, I won't be able to stop you!"
As Mao Xiaoming spoke, he put his hand on the sword. The veins on his hand popped out, and it looked like he was about to pull it out at any time.
Just when the situation was about to intensify, Yin Xiu stepped forward.
"Uncle Ming, ah, no, Brother Ming, I think if you continue to waste time here, this child may catch a cold."
When Mao Xiaoming heard what he said, he quickly lowered his head. Only then did he realize that the child's face was getting paler and seemed to be in a sleepy state.
Gritting his teeth, Mao Xiaoming glanced at his dead old friend, glared at the two spiritual officers in front of him, and asked Yin Xiu: "Then I leave, you will deal with them?"
"Of course."
Yin Xiu smiled, "Just go ahead and let me kill them."
"You?"
Mao Xiaoming had a look of shock on his face. He always felt that he had been robbed of his role, but the baby in his arms could not tolerate any further delay.
He quickly covered him with his sleeves and walked back.
Halfway through, he turned back and asked Yin Xiu: "I have never taken care of a child. What if he is hungry?"
"You asked me?"
Yin Xiu was also in trouble. He couldn't figure out whether such a small child was fed milk powder or something else.
After thinking for a long time, he shouted: "Roast goose leg, give him a roast goose leg."
"Okay!"
Mao Xiaoming hugged the baby and disappeared into the rain. (End of chapter)