"You control your Qi very well."
Li Haomiao, who was watching the show, did not forget to praise Yu Zhi, which really exceeded Li Haomiao's judgment of Yu Zhi. The voice rang in Yu Zhi's ears, but Li Haomiao still did not appear.
He also wanted to see Yu Zhi's trump card again.
Yu Zhi cursed Li Haomiao in his heart. He didn't invite Li Haomiao here to watch a show. He was not an actor, so why should he suffer like this.
Just when the embroidered lady sneered and wanted to take a step closer, the door of the private school opened. There was no killer walking out, but a middle-aged scholar.
Yu Zhi knew the person coming, wasn't he the guy called Mr. Three?
It's over, it's over, this kid is dead!
Everyone inside and outside the private school knew that this third gentleman was cruel and vicious, and they felt sorry for this young man who didn't know the heights of the world.
Mr. Third crossed the threshold, his hands naturally hanging on his chest, and stopped a few steps away from Yu Zhi. He glanced lightly at the embroidered lady holding a whip in her hand, and then set his eyes on Yu Zhi.
"I didn't expect you to be so courageous. A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers? Or is my reputation too weak?" Mr. Third said, his voice cold. No one has ever come to block his private school, but how did Yu Zhi know about this private school?
By the way, Ning Huan. It’s been a long time since I saw Yi Shihuan. Was he the one who leaked the secret?
Mr. San has a lot of thoughts, and scholars always think too much, so there is an endless stream of poems about the spring and autumn. Private schools are not hidden, but they are the most common courtyards in Kyoto. Except for Qiuzhi Academy and other three academies that occupy vast areas and are famous, there are many private schools like this hidden in the corners of Kyoto.
But Yu Zhi happened to find it.
Mr. Third looked at Yu Zhi with a ruthless look in his eyes, and waved his hand to signal the embroidery lady to let go of Yu Zhi.
Although she was confused and unwilling, the embroidery lady still did as she was told. In this private school, Mr. Third's words are the imperial edict, and those who resist the edict will be thrown into the moat.
Yu Zhi breathed a sigh of relief. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, a little light reflected on his arm. It was the tiny half of the embroidery needle that had been inserted into Yu Zhi's body.
Yu Zhi looked like a hedgehog all over his body, but luckily it only circled around his chest.
hiss.
He tried to pull out an embroidery needle, and blood flowed out bit by bit along the needle. Immediately afterwards, Yu Zhi activated his true energy and simultaneously forced out the remaining ninety-nine embroidery needles around him. Without the vitality of the embroidery lady, Yu Zhi could easily force out the embroidery needle, and he himself became a bloody man.
There wasn't much blood, but Yu Zhi's clothes were soaked in blood and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked like a death row inmate who had been tortured in prison.
"Mr. 3?" Yu Zhi looked at the visitor, his bloodshot eyes making his vision a little blurry. Yu Zhi raised an arm with great effort, wiped away some blood from his eyeballs, managed to see the person's face clearly, and smiled.
Sure enough, the real master has arrived.
This smile is a bit weird and penetrating.
"Didn't Mr. Third want to kill me? Why did you let this dwarf let me go again?" Yu Zhi used words to stimulate the embroidered lady. He knew that the pain point of people like the embroidered lady in life was the word "dwarf". And Mr. San, a teacher who has always been calm and calm from the moment he appeared, is obviously not irritating.
The embroidery lady's expression changed slightly, and she raised her hand again to teach Yu Zhi a lesson.
"Stop." Mr. Third spoke again. Just two words made the embroidered lady swallow the unhappiness back into her stomach.
Yu Zhi seemed to have guessed something, so he said: "If Mr. San doesn't kill me now, I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future." As he said this, Yu Zhi showed an extremely ferocious look, which was very oppressive when combined with the blood-soaked look on his body. "Tomorrow, I will bring troops from five cities to wipe out your den of thieves and eliminate harm for the people."
Yu Zhi turned around and left. Just now he was using his Qi to allow his numb limbs to walk normally. He glanced at the embroidered lady whose look could kill someone. He turned around and walked a few steps when he heard voices coming from behind him.
"Have you ever been so happy?"
Mr. Third's words seemed like questions, but they were said in a statement. In his heart, he was sure that Ning Huan was dead. What he said was not "You killed Yi Shi Huan". Obviously, Mr. San did not think that Yu Zhi had the ability to kill Yi Shihuan, who was a fifth-level armor-breaker.
Yu Zhi turned his back to Mr. Third and smiled: "Guess."
With just these two words, Yu Zhi left without looking back to face the afterglow of the setting sun. Behind him, a hundred fine embroidery needles fell in front of the private school door, with blood dripping from the needle tips.
"Mr. Three, I'm going to kill him."
The embroidery lady said sadly, the long whip in her hand ready to go. It is not difficult for her to kill a young man, but if Mr. San hadn't stopped him just now, the young man would have been a cold corpse.
Mr. Third looked at the direction Yu Zhi left, and his pupils suddenly focused on the metasequoia tree far outside the private school. He did not answer the embroidered lady's words, but said: "From today on, if anyone below the sixth level of armor breaking can kill this person, I will let him go free."
For a moment, the entire private school was silent.
Although the killers here rely on Mr. Third’s protection, they are also controlled by Mr. Three. Once you are controlled by someone, it is even more difficult to leave. Over the years, many killers have fallen into the hands of Mr. Third, all of whom were seeking asylum because they were temporarily on the run. However, no one has ever been able to leave this private school.
Today, the third gentleman opened his mouth. These killers are already sharpening their knives.
But why do you need to break armor below level six?
Mr. Third could kill such a boy with just one finger, but he didn't do it himself?
"Let me say one more thing, people with level 6 Armor Breaking should not provoke him, otherwise I will kill you!"
Why?
Confuse......
Silent uproar spread among everyone. Mr. Third's words were extremely easy to understand, but they didn't understand. There are dozens of killers below the sixth level of Armor Breaking. They are naturally lucky to have this opportunity. The killers with armor-breaking level six and above have many doubts in their minds and dare not ask.
Mr. Three likes to reason, but he doesn't like to explain the truth. Because in this private school, his words are truth.
Who would miss this opportunity? No one wants it!
"Mr. 3, why..." The embroidered lady has never let go of anyone who insults her, even with her yellow hair. In this regard, she has a principle of treating everyone equally.
Before he finished speaking, a cold wind suddenly hit him, and the metasequoia tree in the distance opposite the entrance of the private school dropped some snow. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to tell that there was snow falling in the air.
The cold wind passed over the embroidery lady and the third gentleman, and blew into the door of the private school.
Wow!
A pool of blood fell to the ground, crashing like a sudden waterfall.
A scream penetrated the private school. Fortunately, the place where the private school is located is relatively remote, and no one except the killers can hear the screams.
The embroidered lady was kneeling on the ground. There was a big hole in her abdomen and her face was pale. For the first time, she felt that she was so close to death. And where is the enemy? Is it the boy from just now?
Absolutely not.
A little girl of five or six years old was kneeling on the ground, with a pool of blood all over her body. Anyone who saw it would not be able to help but feel pity.
However, no one dared to take a step forward, there was only endless silence. Like the embroidered lady, no one knows who controls the ordinary cold wind to kill people invisible. Perhaps only Mr. Three knew who the other party was.
"She didn't know."
Mr. Three took a step forward and explained to the air. An endless stream of air suddenly erupted behind him to block another attack.
The crazy storm met the cold wind with some flying snow in the air, and wiped it out in mid-air. This is just an ordinary gust of wind. Has the other party left? Mr. Third frowned, but his eyes still fell on the metasequoia tree in the distance.
He couldn't judge and didn't dare to take action rashly. Otherwise, the cold wind just now could have strangled the entire private school's killers.
After a long confrontation, maybe he was just confronting the air, who knows?
"I'll say it again, only killers with armor breaking level six or below can attack and kill. This is the rule." Mr. Third turned around and glanced at the wound of the embroidered lady, and was shocked. Only then did he realize that the other party had held back.
Everyone responded and then carried the embroidery lady inside. At this moment, all the killers no longer wanted to sharpen their knives. Even the reward of freedom is not as important as one's own life. They no longer believed what Mr. Three said.
What kind of armor-breaking level six or below can be attacked and killed?
If someone seeking revenge comes to your door, who will care what your cultivation level is?
This idea is tricky.
…
Yu Zhi didn't go far and stopped at the corner of a secluded street. The body was leaning against the white wall, and the blood on his body was brushed on it.
Yu Zhiban was lying here, like an old man walking around to take a rest. Ping Ping breathed calmly, thinking about what to do next, and waiting for Li Haomiao to appear.
Now, every place where the embroidery needle penetrates is like a small crater, and the blood in that place is like lava inside, about to erupt.
"Why do you have to make yourself like this?" Li Haomiao's voice came from nowhere. This time it was not that the sound was transmitted into the secret, the sound really penetrated into my mind.
Yu Zhi turned around and saw a figure walking from the shadows at the end of the street. When he blinked again, the figure was already standing in front of him.
"This move is good, can you teach me?" Yu Zhi's bloodshot eyes shone, and Li Haomiao's pretentious way was something he wanted to learn.
Li Haomiao was speechless. His nephew seemed to always speak so out of tune. He threw a pill to Yu Zhi.
Yu Zhi didn't hesitate and swallowed it in one gulp. A cool feeling spread from his tongue to his whole body in an instant, and the burning feeling in his body was relieved a lot.
"You won't be in Kyoto in a few days. I will also go to Beiliang Mansion with Qing Huan. This trip is only a few months away. The mountain is high and the road is far away, so I am afraid that these guys will appear on the road to disrupt the situation. So this time, while you are here, If you use your hand to scare them, you can always make them have some concerns." Yu Zhi thought very carefully. Beiliang Mansion is no different than Kyoto, it is also a place with turbulent undercurrents. On this trip, he would also have to face figures like Shao Wuhou, and Yu Zhi did not want to face the other party's assassination at the same time.
Furthermore, Li Wantong will go with him. If Li Wantong is hurt, Yu Zhi will not be able to forgive himself.
"My injury was something I didn't even think about." Yu Zhi smiled helplessly, and then said reproachfully, "If uncle, you weren't watching the show, I wouldn't have been injured. I will go out of the city to talk to my aunt right now. Said that you are a guy who refuses to save me until death."
As he spoke, Yu Zhi wiped his hands on the clothes on his chest, and then wiped them on his face, making him look even worse.
Ahhhh...
Yu Zhi screamed.
Li Haomiao stretched out his hand and grabbed Yu Zhi's ear. If he hadn't seen this kid seriously injured, he would have taught him a lesson first.
After Yu Zhi begged for mercy several times, Li Haomiao let go. "Why are you going to Beiliang Mansion?"
Yu Zhi rubbed his ears, sighed, and said more helplessly: "It's not me, it's Qing Huan." After Yu Zhi explained the whole story, Li Haomiao said calmly: "If you are bullied, you can go to Bei Marquis Liang, he will help you."
Yu Zhi asked doubtfully: "Auntie said the same thing. But the noble prince will really help us? Furthermore, Qing Huan will inevitably have to face Shao Wuhou. The other party is a generation of Wuhou who manages all the Jianghu sects in Beiliang Prefecture. This force is much stronger than that of the Marquis of Beiliang. When the time comes, don’t implicate the Marquis of Beiliang."
Li Haomiao looked at Yu Zhi with a hint of meaning in his eyes, and just said: "Go to him, he will definitely help you."
"good."
Li Haomiao turned around and took just a few steps, then turned around uneasily and said, "If you really encounter any danger, just give me my name."
Yu Zhi felt a warm current in his heart, he was his biological uncle after all. At this moment, Yu Zhi wished he could give Li Haomiao a big hug.
"I thought about it carefully just now. I don't have many enemies in Beiliang Mansion. You can just pull my tiger skin."
"Enemy?" Yu Zhi's mouth twitched.
"Who in the world doesn't have a few enemies?" Li Haomiao said calmly, "But don't worry, they are all third-rate stuff."
"Third-rate thing?" Yu Zhi was doubtful. Everyone in the world knew how little truth Li Haomiao said.
"Uncle, let me remind you a few words. There are hundreds of thousands of mountains to the south of Beiliang Mansion, and there are countless sects. Among them, the sect master of Duan Dao Sect, the mountain master of Cangshan Mountain, and the people of Shenyin Pavilion. Don't pay attention to these guys. For the remaining three melons and two dates, you can just call my name, Li Haomiao, to scare these young people."
Yu Zhi's feet were a little weak. The high mountains and long waters of Beiliang Prefecture did not seem suitable for him to go there. How about inviting the miracle doctor to come to Kyoto? Although there are countless sects hidden in the Shiwan Mountain of Beiliang Prefecture, these three are undoubtedly among the top ten. In particular, Shenyin Pavilion is the leader in the sect in Beiliang Mansion. Its status in the world is comparable to that of Hanging Temple and Wudang Mountain.
"Uncle, these are all..." Yu Zhi's heart dropped. The whole party was in danger, and his relationship with Li Haomiao must not be exposed under any circumstances.
"What is it? They are all low-class guys. Even though they all have great names, a sect cannot even have a strong master. That is to say, they can scare you juniors who have never seen the world. Bei Liang bows his head when he sees me!"
Li Haomiao's bold words did not give Yu Zhi much confidence, but instead made Yu Zhi feel more worried.
"Uncle, why don't you tell me why these people want to kill me?"
Yu Zhi covers a wide range of topics. Every time they meet, they have to ask Li Haomiao about this simple yet unknown secret. He interrupted Li Haomiao's boasting, why Beiliang bowed his head when he saw me, I saw those three sects in Beiliang Mansion might lose their heads.
Li Haomiao excused himself: "Your aunt won't let me talk. You'd better ask your aunt about these things. Your uncle and I can fight. It's easy to forget things when you get older, and you're afraid of saying the wrong thing."
After Li Haomiao left, Yu Zhi sat for a while before getting up and leaving.
The appearance of being covered in blood was very scary, and the handful of blood that Yu Zhi wiped on his face was even more scary. Pedestrians on the street gave way. If they encountered this ghost-like thing on the third day of the Lunar New Year, they would be in trouble this year.
"Yeah, what a fuss." Yu Zhi comforted himself that it was only because these people had not seen the world.
...
During the New Year, there are not many people on the streets, and every household celebrates the New Year at home. But the streets of Kyoto were lit up with lanterns everywhere, and the lights were brighter than usual.
The sun has completely set, and the lanterns on the street are lit. There are vendors nearby shouting and selling lanterns in the shape of various animals. Although it is not the Lantern Festival, the vendors will not let go of these opportunities to make money.
Yu Zhi looked at a lantern with a phoenix pattern, and couldn't help but think of Li Wantong and Fengqi Wutong.
When the hawker saw Yu Zhi's appearance, he felt disgusted and wanted to drive him away. Seeing Yu Zhi throw out a few coins, his attitude changed drastically, and he shouted thank you, uncle. There are not many uncles who give money like this nowadays.
Tonight, Bai Yu took Bai Li to an adult's house for a banquet. Around New Year, such banquets among officials are indispensable. After Bai Yu returned to Beijing, she also heard about what happened to Bai Li, and she couldn't help but feel angry in her heart. He always loves this younger brother the most.
However, the Bai family is the Minister of Household Affairs, and Yu Zhi is protected by the Qiu family. How can the Bai family take advantage of Yu Zhi through legitimate channels? Even if the Bai family knew that Yu Zhi and his party left the city late at night, so what?
Evidence can only be effective when someone dares to stand up and seek justice.
Bai Li, who was walking aside, suddenly stopped. Bai Yu looked back at Bai Li doubtfully and said, "If you don't want to go, you don't have to go. My eldest brother will help you talk to Dad."
Bai Li shook his head and stared hard at the figure not far away. He had already engraved this man's appearance firmly in his mind.
"Yu...zhi!"
What is gnashing of teeth?
Bai Li's current appearance is enough to illustrate this idiom.
Bai Yu followed Bai Li's gaze, and a man holding a lantern suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Yu Zhi?
Bai Yu hasn't seen Yu Zhi for many years. In his eyes, only Ye Qinghuan in Kyoto can compare with him, and even Yan Qingyi, who is third on the A-list, is not worthy.
To Bai Yu, Yu Zhi was just a dispensable little person who was attached to Ye Qinghuan. He once persuaded Ye Qinghuan not to associate with shameful figures like Yu Zhi, and Ye Qinghuan's response was simple - stupid!
Unfortunately, Bai Yu completely misunderstood the relationship between Yu Zhi and Ye Qinghuan.
This appearance was completely unrecognizable to Bai Yu. If it weren't for Bai Li's sharp eyes, Yu Zhi's appearance would be worthy of a little beggar in Kyoto.
"It seems that he hates Yu Zhi very much." Bai Yu couldn't help but sigh in her heart.
