With a click, Jing Yue pulled out his spear. Only then did the sword cultivator's body hanging on the wall slowly slide down.
After all, he won.
He stood there with the sword in his left hand and the pistol in his right hand. He felt the cold wind pouring into his lungs continuously, and he couldn't help but cough even more violently.
[Severe overuse of the body and injury, estimated life span reduced by two years. ]
Jing Yue looked at the reduced lifespan. Although his heart ached and his heart ached, he had no regrets.
To practice, to live, to live longer, this is what he wants.
But if you live without dignity and let others poop on your head, then your life will be meaningless.
Outside Wuyi Lane is an equally deserted street.
Not many people light up lights here on weekday nights, and even fewer on this cold rainy night.
But at this moment, an oil lamp was burning in a thatched shed on the street.
A man and a woman were sitting under the lamp, and next to them was an old woman cooking noodles.
At this time, the man picked up a bowl of wine and said, "Friend, you are so tired from playing, come and have a drink."
Jing Yue's eyes suddenly became cold and stern, he walked over with a spear in hand and said with murderous intent: "You also want to meddle in other people's business?"
His posture was as if he was going to stab the man and woman through each other if something went wrong.
The man quickly explained: "No, no, don't get me wrong, I just want to buy you a drink. Are young people so angry nowadays?"
Under the dim light, the man was wearing a green shirt and a turban on his head. He was dressed quite elegantly. At first glance, he looked like a white-faced young man in an opera.
It was a little weird that the other party called him a young man despite being so young.
Jing Yue thought that it was a blessing and not a curse, but he could not avoid it, so he sat down in the hut and said, "I don't like to drink, I only eat noodles."
The man in green couldn't help but show a nice smile and said, "Okay, mother-in-law, cook an extra bowl of noodles."
The old woman touched her hands on the table, stretched out her ears and said, "What?"
"I said cook an extra bowl of noodles!"
The man in green shouted loudly, as if they were arguing.
The old woman nodded and complained: "I understand, why are you shouting so loudly?"
Man in green: "..."
It was obvious that the old woman cooking noodles was blind and a little deaf, but not too deaf.
Opposite Jing Yue, sitting was a girl in a yellow dress.
The girl has a standard oval face, creamy skin, and picturesque eyebrows. It can be said that she is a real beauty who kills men.
Hey, the girls he met recently were all good-looking, but when Jing Yue looked at her flat chest, he calmed down immediately.
"You and I don't know each other, why did you invite me to eat noodles?" Jing Yue said cautiously.
This man and woman didn't look like bad people, but he knew that bad people wouldn't write "bad" on their faces.
The man poured a bowl of turbid wine and said, "At a young age, he killed people on rainy nights. His ability and temperament are extraordinary. Gu just wants to make friends."
Jing Yue had already bandaged the wound on his abdomen and refused: "You didn't help me before I won. I don't want to be your friend."
The young man raised his eyebrows and said gently: "Don't refuse yet. Although you won, you need help more now."
"for example?"
"The people you killed tonight were from Dingyun Pavilion. The boy in white was the nephew of Elder Wang from Dingyun Pavilion. There were even rumors that he was the illegitimate son of Elder Wang. You killed so many of them, let alone you. I’m afraid the Shen family will also be convicted.”
Jing Yue said in surprise: "Why, I was acting in self-defense."
"justifiable defense?"
Hearing this word, the young man couldn't help showing a surprised look and said: "Believe me, let's not talk about whether you are a little overly defensive. As long as the people from Dingyun Pavilion are here, the Yamen will definitely betray you and commit the death penalty. "
"Why? They kidnapped people first and then tried to kill them. I was just forced to fight back." Jing Yue explained seriously.
The young man couldn't help but shook his head and said: "You seem to really know nothing, and you don't know where you learned this skill. As I said, because the other party is Dingyunge, they just walked in front of you. However, I accidentally fell to my death, and if I want you to die, you must die too."
Jing Yue frowned and said, "Before I came to Bianzhou, they all said that the king's law is the rule in this land."
The young man nodded and said: "Yes, we talk about royal laws and iron laws, but they are only limited. The boy in white you killed killed four members of another family on a whim before coming to Bianzhou. , and his punishment was to come here and be a resident chief.”
Jing Yue finally understood what the other party meant and sighed: "It's so dark!"
He used to think that the chaotic Huangliucheng was dark enough, but he didn't expect it to be even darker here.
The darkness in Huangliucheng is chaos and disorder, and everyone has been in danger for a long time. The darkness here clearly requires you to follow the king's law, but some people are outside this king's law.
So Jing Yue coughed and asked, "Then why can you help me?"
The young man raised his eyebrows and said, "Because I am from the Taichu Sect. If I help you wash the floor, the people in Dingyun Pavilion must really follow the king's law."
Jing Yue thought of something and couldn't help but complain: "You are as dark as them."
Hearing this, the girl opposite couldn't help coughing to express her dissatisfaction.
The young man still said gently: "We are really different from Dingyun Pavilion. We have always been on the side of truth. You can ask about this reputation."
Jing Yue still looked unconvinced.
"You must have heard of a family with one religion, two pavilions and three generations, right?" the man murmured.
Jing Yue shook his head.
The young man was speechless for a moment and said, "You didn't know anything, so you just killed everyone in the station?"
Jing Yue nodded and said, "This is what I should do."
The young man took a gulp of a bowl of wine and sighed: "With your style, I'm probably the only one willing to wade into this muddy water."
At this time, there was a burst of heat, and three bowls of hot noodles were served.
Jing Yue looked at the spicy noodles in front of him and felt his lungs hurt, and he couldn't help but cough again.
At this time, the girl in the yellow dress opposite gave him the only bowl of clear soup Yangchun noodles with a push.
While eating noodles, the young man said: "It seems that good looks are also an advantage for you, but when it comes to eating noodles, you are lucky and have a choice. In this matter, besides making me your friend, you , no choice.”
"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. I teach Gu Qingchi of Kaiyangyuan in Taichu, and this is my little girl Gu Caiwei."
Jing Yue nodded, then suddenly froze for a moment and said, "Daughter? Kiss?"
At this time, the "daughter" looked at the young man with disgust and continued eating noodles.
It was just obvious that she wasn't very good at eating spicy food. She was sweating profusely and drinking water after just two bites.
The young man explained: "Of course she is my daughter. Gu is just young, so she is considered your elder after all. Although you are used to being amiable, you'd better be polite.
Well, at least in front of my daughter. "
As he spoke, he moved the spear that Jing Yue placed on the table to block him from eating noodles by two inches.
At this time, the girl in the yellow skirt once again looked at her crooked biological father with disgust.
