People always want to return home.
Especially when you are about to leave and your life is short.
Wujiang longed to return home. She knew that she was about to die. In her past assassination career, she had passed death countless times, but she had never felt this way.
This time, she felt that she really had to confess in this place.
Western Xinjiang, the country farthest from the Eastern Dynasty.
Tear off the black night clothes, revealing the moon-white shirt underneath, and wrap your black hair into the same moon-white hood, disappearing into the vast sea of snow.
The wind and snow were very strong, and she was injured. A bloody peony suddenly bloomed on her chest, spreading quietly. Her left foot dragged slightly on the ground, one deep and one shallow, leaving a bright red blood stain on the snow. It was as beautiful as the one in Yue Lao's hand. It is tied by a thin thread, and at this moment, it is more like a soul-chasing chain that Black and White Wuchang comes to claim his life.
Fortunately, the wind and snow were really strong, and all traces were covered in an instant.
Including the return journey.
Three months ago, she received the order.
Xi Yan, King of Western Xinjiang.
These five words were enough for her to leave the Eastern Dynasty at night and rush to this land she had never set foot on before.
It took two months to sneak into the Western Xinjiang Palace, find out the topography of the palace, become familiar with Xiyan's night sleeping patterns, master the patrol time of the escort team, and find the most perfect assassination method and timing.
Poison.
All of Xiyan's diet has silver needles and specialized people to test the poison. Poisons that are fatal in one move are often easy to detect, while poisons that are colorless, odorless and cannot be detected by silver needles and will not cause the immediate death of the poison tester are often needs time.
One year, two years, or even ten years, she would have to spend a long time in this foreign palace before the medicine could accumulate enough to kill people, making it look like she was getting weaker and sicker for a long time.
And time is often the most precious thing.
Even if she could wait, that person couldn't.
Close assassination.
She can create opportunities to get close to Xi Yan and take advantage of him when he is not prepared. However, every prince in Xijiang has practiced martial arts since childhood and is superb in various martial arts. The eldest prince Xi Yan is even better at close combat. He may not be able to succeed with one blow. Even if she Once a successful blow is achieved, it is often difficult to escape from a close-quarters assassination, and it is easy to be destroyed. The killer has the consciousness of death, but cannot have the determination to die.
This is not the best option.
In the end, she decided to shoot him from a distance.
In a secluded location, he ended his life with a poisonous needle.
Then he used his best disguise to escape into the night and disappear without a trace.
It was night, she perfectly avoided the patrol route of the escort team, and crawled to the location that had been surveyed long ago.
The candlelight cut out Xi Yan's figure on the far window sill, and she held her breath while blowing the needle.
With a "clang" sound, the arrow feathers pierced the dark night and came through the wind.
She hasn't taken action yet!
Even though she was fully focused on the target, her training since she was a child has allowed her to see all directions and hear all directions. Wujiang turned sideways neatly and nailed the arrow to the rockery beside her, without even the tail feathers entering the stone.
Any slower and the arrow would have penetrated her heart.
The sound of the arrow alerted the patrolling guards, and the well-trained guards immediately followed the sound.
The matter had been revealed, and Wujiang had no intention of fighting. She turned around and disappeared into the darkness. The moment she turned around, she glanced at the direction where the arrows were coming. At some point, a black figure stood on the eaves in the distance. The corners of his clothes were flying, and his whole body exuded a fierce aura.
Her eyesight was very good, but because she chose a moonless night, she couldn't see her figure clearly.
But she knew he was about to string the bow and shoot a second arrow.
This was the first time she met him.
The soldiers met each other.
Wujiang kills people fast and runs fast.
But the man's arrow seemed to be faster, and he followed closely behind.
She didn't know that there was such a master hidden in this palace.
He missed her, but his arrow pointed the way for the escort.
Western Xinjiang is a martial art, and the guards are not a vegetarian. They immediately encircle and suppress the future. No matter how good Wujiang's skills are, they can't withstand the encirclement and suppression of so many people.
"Catch them alive."
The sound on the eaves was clearly transmitted to the ears of each guard through the strong wind, and the sound was mixed with the edge of a knife.
"As you command!"
Domestic killers are never caught alive, they either escape alive or die.
Wujiang followed the voice and threw out a hidden weapon without looking back. With a "clang" sound, the hidden weapon hit the arrow on the side, and the arrow grazed his hair and shot into the distance.
She threw a smoke bomb, and at the same time all hidden weapons were fired around her. She jumped into the bamboo forest amidst the screams and hid in the back mountain.
More and more people were chasing her, and they were surrounding her. Wujiang came to the edge of the cliff, and the escort gradually approached. She turned around, faced the bamboo forest, and jumped into the cliff behind her.
One of the killer's rules: Don't leave your back to the enemy.
The moment he turned around, "Zheng" another arrow came through the air. Wujiang turned his hand, and the short dagger suddenly appeared and slashed down across the air. Before the force was fully exerted, the severed arrow was followed by another arrow, connected end to end, and it turned out to be a continuous double-feathered arrow! Shot too fast! There was only one sound!
She immediately connected it with her right hand and held the arrow body with her silk glove. She didn't expect that the double-feathered arrow could be castrated so quickly and with such fierce force. Her right arm, which was injured three months ago, had not yet recovered. She couldn't stop it for a moment, and the arrow passed through her five fingers. Broken the bronze mirror on the chest and stabbed into the heart.
"Your Highness?" A leading guard next to the man in black asked for instructions.
"Go down the cliff." With just two words, people around him understood it and quickly prepared ropes to climb up the cliff and go down the cliff to find the person.
If you want to see someone alive, you want to see their corpse if they die.
Western Xinjiang is not a place where anyone can set foot casually.
Wujiang fell rapidly, threw out the hook from her waist and drove the nail into the gap between the cliffs. With a strong force, she hit the cliff wall. She broke the arrow body, leaving the arrow tip in the flesh, one point away from her heart.
Fortunately it's not poisonous.
Taking advantage of the strange rocks and dead branches and vines protruding from the wall, Wujiang quickly slid down to the bottom of the cliff, like a cunning gecko.
That man once praised her that no one in the world could catch up with her, unless she deliberately let people catch her.
Her Qinggong is extremely good. If she were an ordinary person, she might not be able to climb this cliff.
In the winter of December, snow begins to fall in the sky, and the snow is majestic and powerful, covering the sky and the earth.
Thick snow immediately accumulated under my feet, and with it came pairs of green eyes that glowed in the dark and tragic, desolate and creepy wolf howls.
She held the dagger tightly, her eyes shining slightly in the light of snow.
As the escort descended the cliff, the snow was falling hard, covering all the bloodstains and footprints, leaving them missing.
A wolf howled in the distance. He jumped following the sound.
"Follow me all." The leading guard beside him raised his arms and shouted.
On the ground is the corpse of the wolf. The blade has cut through the belly and cut the throat. The knife technique is sharp and fast. The knife is deadly, fast and cruel. The blood is still hot, but the wound is slightly weird.
"Twenty-four horses." The guard reported.
He suddenly wanted to fight him head-on.
He was able to dodge his cloud-penetrating arrows, was besieged by the most powerful guards in Western Xinjiang, and was able to break through and escape to the back mountain. His double-feathered arrows hit him and he safely fell off the cliff. He then killed twenty-four jackals, and finally Disappeared without a trace.
Having such skill and will is enough to be admired.
Even if it was a killer who wanted to assassinate his brother.
"Your Highness, no, there's going to be an avalanche." The leading guard said, with worry in his voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, his feet began to shake, and the snowy mountains in the distance shook.
They knew how powerful the avalanche was. The ground shook and the mountains shook, covering the earth. In the past, an entire army from Beizhou was buried in the snowy mountains, never to return.
"Go back." He raised his hand, and the wind and snow filled his sleeves.
"yes."
He suddenly felt a little regretful. It was a pity that he couldn't fight head-on. It was a pity that he couldn't catch him and question the mastermind. What's more, it was a pity that such a killer had to be buried here, and his bones were hard to find.
Maybe this is okay, life is harder than death.
This is the way this world is, life and death are just ordinary things.
The surroundings gradually became quiet, and a snow bag slowly formed around the scattered wolf corpses, and a person emerged from it.
She climbed up with some difficulty. Her left foot was bitten by a wolf, and the teeth were deep into her bones. Her clothes were soaked from hiding in the snow and turned into ice cubes. The coldness penetrated her lungs.
After killing the last wolf, Wujiang heard the sound of their approach. The snowy field was vast and unobstructed. She immediately made a snow pit, lay down, and covered her body with the surrounding snow. The heavy snow immediately covered the original traces.
The tip of the arrow on the chest moved a little closer to the heart due to the fierce fight just now, and it was grazing the pit of the heart. Blood gushed out in large areas, and the snow was dyed red. Fortunately, they thought it was wolf blood.
The man who was chasing her just now, the man they called His Highness, was standing beside her, giving orders.
They said there was going to be an avalanche.
She had to quickly find a place that could withstand the blizzard. She walked hard, but the heavy snow was endless and there was no way to escape.
The clothes on her body were frozen into ice, and the arrow on her chest was touching her heart. She could even feel its sharp coldness. She was very cold and had no strength.
Blood began to flow from the mouth, winding through the corners of the mouth and falling to the snow.
The earth shook violently again, and his left foot became unstable and fell to the ground, facing the east.
She saw the red fire in the east. It was the grand wedding of the prince of the Eastern Dynasty and the princess of the Southern Kingdom. The torch burned for nine days and nine nights, never ending.
Time starts to turn back.
She returned to the cliff. She was in the Eastern Dynasty. She had not yet received the secret letter of assassination. Mo Shang, who had fainted on the rice paper, condensed on the tip of his pen.
The people she killed for him were resurrected one by one, and her sword was sheathed again and again.
The boiling water returns to calmness, and the brewing tea leaves put away their feathers.
The rouge left the cheeks, and the dark ink did not stain the eyebrows.
She was still a little bird with ragged clothes and scars all over her body.
He stretched out his hand and said: Come home with me.
The memories come flooding back.
The sea of snow is rolling behind me.
She smiled, her eyes sparkling with fire.
I've given my life back to you, so be it.
