Chapter 72 The Grandmaster of the Commoner

Wu Zhu lowered her head slightly, letting the cold wind blow the black cloth on her eyes at night. The stable and terrifying right hand slowly held the iron chisel handle on her waist, and stepped towards the side of the surface.

The clothes on the man in the dough shop were made of coarse cloth, with yellowish yellow color, half sleeves, not thick. It was the dress of the coolies on the river dock in Kyoto, and there was no surprise. He blinked, the indifference in his eyes did not change at all, and the expression on his face was not moved at all. He just stood up slowly from the bench with the sound of Wuzhu's steps.

The man in the common man held a knife in his hand, and he waved his hand and slashed his sword horizontally. The straight knife fell on the neck of the shop owner who was old and hunched his body and was carrying the noodles. The noodle owner sneered and sneered, and blood splattered from the neck, pouring all into the pot of cooking noodles!

Immediately afterwards, the boss's head slashed, like the heavy fruits on the treetops in autumn, broke away from the branches and fell into the noodle soup. With a bang, several hot and bloody soups were swayed.

There was no warning, no reason, extremely cold-blooded and stable action. The boss's head of the dough shop was different, and the old head of the soup was floating up and down, and the dough soup had been dyed dark red. Under the reflection of the oil lamp that might be extinguished in winter night, this scene looked terrible and weird.

Wu Zhu was standing three feet away in front of the man in a civilized state. Half of the face outside the black cloth appeared was motionless, and she seemed to be not concerned about the other party killing an innocent face boss in front of him.

"You come from the south." The blind man's voice is always so monotonous and lacks a sense of rhythm.

The man in the common man slowly withdrew his straight knife, and his cold eyes stared at Wu Zhu. Although his eyes and expressions did not show any emotion, for some reason, it always made people feel that he had entered an extremely vigilant mood.

"Routine patrol." Buyi said in a very thin tone, "Go back to you."

Wuzhu said, "You come and kill Fan Xian."

The common man said, "The news you deliberately released."

"Because I didn't find you in the south, I had to use this method to force you to show up." Wu Zhu looked at him coldly, as if he was looking at a dead person, "You know that Fan Xian is her descendant, so of course he will come to Kyoto to kill him."

The man in the civilian's eyebrows moved a little strangely, as if he wanted to express surprise and incomprehension, but it was obvious that his expression was a little stiff. So he looked a little funny, and the two eyebrows were twisting like two little bugs.

"You know the reason, so you let me do it."

Why did this common man come to Kyoto to kill him after he knew that Fan Xian was Ye Qingmei's son? From the conversation between Wu Zhu and the common man, it is obvious that the two know each other.

Moreover, Wu Zhu knew that once the other party knew about Fan Xian's life experience, he would go to Beijing to kill people at all costs, so he waited specifically outside the Fan Mansion. In this way, the recent storm in Beijing may be just Wu Zhu secretly waking up Kuhe by pretending to miss the calculations, so that he could reveal Fan Xian's life experience from the distant Northern Qi Dynasty, without leaving any trace.

If Uncle Blind had the ability to organize such a perfect plan - then his only purpose of doing all this is to attract this common man to Kyoto.

The two people's lips suddenly moved. There was no sound, as if they were in the final silent negotiation.

The negotiations broke down, Wuzhu took another step towards the direction of the noodle stall, and the distance between the two people had changed from three zhang to two zhang.

Buyi had no expression on his face and did not step back. He just stared at the hand Wu Zhu held on the iron rod, as if waiting for the pale hand to bloom.

The sound of puffing that lowered the tone came out of the stove where the noodle pot was placed. The noodle soup with human heads flowed across the top of the pot with blood-red and thick foam. It flowed along the sides of the pot into the stove, and touched the fiery red charcoal blocks, and a pungent smell of smoke rose.

The five bamboos moved, and the black cloth on their eyes instantly turned into a black silk thread. The iron rod in their hand did not grow a flower, but it was like a sharp passing through the tip of a winter bamboo, piercing the chest of a man in a cloth!

What’s strange is that Wuzhu did not choose to fall into the throat today.

Almost as he moved, the man in a cloth dress with a straight knife also moved. The two of them rushed up with the same reaction force and speed, and no one could notice a slight difference.

The distance between two feet disappeared in just a blink of an eye, and Wuzhu and the man in a civilian suddenly collided together.

The two of them were too fast, even beyond the limit that people could observe. It seemed that the two were standing two meters apart apart a while ago. The next moment, the two were already standing opposite each other!

Just like two streams of light, they suddenly met. At such a fast speed, no matter whether it was Fan Xian before being injured, the shadow assassin in the six places, or even Haitang, they would definitely not react at all. They could only wait for death - such a state. Except for those four great masters, no one in the world has ever touched it.

However, the flash of light did not burst out with dazzling fireworks, but it turned into a dead silence in an instant.

The tip of a knife emerged from Wuzhu's right rib, and it was terrifying, and something was dripping on the knife to the ground.

An iron drill penetrated through the middle abdomen of the common man with extremely accurate accuracy without any deviation.

Wuzhu moved first, and his speed seemed to be a little faster than the enemy, so when the two of them were hedging, his left leg and knee were still squatting for a while, and it was just a little faster, but it was the most deadly.

At this time, he maintained a half-squat position, and the subway drill in his hand slightly lifted it, stabbing the other party's abdomen like he was raising a fire to the sky.

There was a faint voice from the garden behind the alley, with extremely slight sounds, but it fell into Wuzhu and the man in the ears of the common man.

It was like a saw cutting wood. The two of them separated silently, and the weapons in their hands slowly pulled out of each other's body. At this moment, the man in the civilian crowed a chirping sound, as if something was broken!

After being hit so hard, the man in the common man still had no expression on his face, as if he was not even in pain, but just stared at the wound on his abdomen like a baby, as if he was thinking about why he was a little slower than Wuzhu.

Wuzhu defeated the enemy with one move, but he was seriously injured, but he was still as expressionless as the other party. He only had a hint of alienation on the corner of his lips exposed outside the black cloth.

He knew that the other party could no longer live in this world. The reason why he could be faster than the other party was because today he used Fan Xian's life experience to lure the other party here, so he made more preparations, without wearing shoes or buns.

Don’t get rid of the worldly meaning. This statement in the temple does make some sense.

When Ye Xue started again, a few figures suddenly crossed the garden wall and landed quietly in the alley. As soon as they landed, the few people pulled out the long swords behind them, lined up into a sniper formation, and looked around vigilantly.

The visitor is the Tiger Guard who is responsible for protecting Fan Xian's safety.

After confirming safety, Gundam retracted his knife and returned to the sheath, and among the sparse snowflakes, he frowned at the noodle stall. Looking at the noodle soup on the stove, looking at the gloomy and terrifying head in the noodle soup, he frowned.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes fell on the part between the head and the corpse. He just glanced at the wound, and a hint of chill and fear appeared in his eyes - what a quick knife!

Gundam suddenly felt a coldness on his neck, as if snowflakes were entering his clothes. He knew that the fight that happened here was definitely not something that people like him could intervene on their own. Although they had not seen it with their own eyes, they could also guess what a magical realm they had against the two of them in the battle field.

The snow gradually became heavier, and the noodle soup and blood were still cold. It also cooled the minds of the people in the alley. The noodles shop stayed miserably at the entrance of the alley, the boss was dead, the furnace was cold, and the blood was dry. No one in this world has ever seen two top masters in this snowy night alley, who were no longer named, but had a master who had fought here.

The official on the night shift of the Supervision Office was napping. The building on the snowy night seemed even colder. Suddenly a gust of wind passed by, waking him up, patting his cheeks in surprise and ordering himself to wake up.

There are usually many officials on duty in the yard at night, not to mention these days, because of Fan Tisi’s affairs, President Chen has not returned to Chenyuan, but has directly sat in the yard to suppress everything. If the dean knows that he has fallen asleep before, there is no good result.

Chen Pingping was dozing off halfway in a wheelchair at this time. The old man had been in poor health over the years. Although the stove in the house was very prosperous, he still subconsciously used his thin hands to pull the wool blanket on his knees and cover his chest and abdomen in his sleep.

The door opened and was closed again.

Chen Pingping woke up, slowly blinked her somewhat turbid and weak eyes, looked at the black cloth in front of her, and said softly: "Why are you here?"

Then he noticed the terrifying wound on Wuzhu's left chest, mixed with snow-white eyebrows and suddenly stood up. Although he was not angry, he asked with a warning, "What's going on?"

Can you hurt Wuzhu? It can only be one of those grandmasters to take action. No matter how arrogant Chen Pingping is, in the troublesome situation in Kyoto, it is no longer possible to withstand the news that the enemy suddenly has a great grandmaster to help.

Wu Zhu did not answer his question, but just said three words very directly.

"Let the shadow come back."

"The people who hurt me know I'm in the south."

"Fan Xian died, Qing Guo died."

Wu Zhu knew that the old lame man in front of him had enough wisdom to understand these three sentences, and the terrible injuries he suffered today had made him unable to support him for longer. So after he finished speaking, he quickly and quietly left the Supervision Office.

Chen Pingping sat in a wheelchair and fell into a long silence. In the fireplace not far away, the red firelight jumped like an elf, reflecting his supposedly pale and haggard face.

Although Wu Zhu’s three sentences are simple, they reveal very important information.

The first sentence is to let Shadow come back, indicating that the injuries he suffered were already very serious and there was no way to stay by Fan Xian’s side to protect him. Chen Pingping asked Chen Pingping to fulfill her promise in advance and summon Shadow to come back to protect Fan Xian’s safety.

However, the person who has the ability to hurt Wuzhu should have died, otherwise, with Wuzhudi's personality, for the sake of Fan Xiandi's life and death, he would not leave Kyoto no matter how serious his injuries were.

Who can hurt Wuzhu? It must be not those great masters, otherwise Wuzhu would not deliberately conceal the other party's identity. Chen Pingping's heart trembled slightly, and she vaguely guessed something. This guess has been there many years ago, but it has never been confirmed.

On the night that Wuzhu left Kyoto with Fan Xian on his back, the two of them had considered how to let Fan Xian escape from that unknown danger. But... why did the temple know that Wuzhu is in the south? Chen Pingping frowned and began to sort out all this.

During the two years when Fan Xian entered Beijing, Chen Pingping had asked Wu Zhu about the whereabouts more than once. Fan Xian had been lying carefully, saying that Wu Zhu was looking for Ye Liuyun to play in the south. And those who knew this fake news were the only emperor that Chen Pingping had told.

The second sentence of Wuzhudi is to wake up Chen Pingping. In this way, the threat of the third sentence is very natural.

"Your Majesty." Chen Pingping's wrinkles twitched slightly and sighed softly: "You are really surprised by Weichen, and admire him."

In just a moment, he had figured out the emperor's true thoughts. Although he was not sure how the emperor could contact the vague temple, he was very sure of the fact that the great Emperor really wanted Wuzhu to disappear.

For an emperor of a generation, it may be really hard to bear to have a great master-level figure around his illegitimate son.

If a great master goes crazy, he will have the ability to shake the rule of the court, which is something anyone can imagine. Even if it is impossible to enter the palace alone and slaughter the royal family, he can walk alone in the world and kill all the state officials in the county roads, without worrying about being surrounded by the army.

You can also sneak in Kyoto for ten years without leaving, and draw your sword once you are out. The emperor is so scared that he will never dare to leave the palace and will not be able to leave the city. In such a situation, no one dares to be an official and the emperor dares not show up. What else can the court do besides falling apart?

So Kuhe could shock all the princes and nobles in the north who wanted to rebel alone.

Therefore, the Sigu Sword can protect Dongyi City with one sword for so many years, and can spread the power of the sword, and straighten the waists of the small kingdoms sandwiched between the two great powers.

So Ye Liuyun, who seems to be casual but actually has great wisdom, will continue to continue the endless journey at the end of the world, and the Qing Kingdom will treat the Ye family well. Even if a generation of emperors wants to remove the defense of Kyoto, they will be forced to use his shameful trick of setting fire. Of course, Ye Liuyun himself also knows the taboos of the royal family, so he has never returned to Kyoto after so many years.

If the world war begins, Your Majesty can use the Ye family to threaten Ye Liuyun, use the lives of the people of Northern Qi to persuade Ku He, and use the survival of Dongyi City to remind Sigujian, and the two sides can reach a balanced agreement.

Wuzhu is different from these three great masters. He does not have a huge family as a burden. There is no country that needs him to protect. His actions are only for Fan Xian alone. Therefore, he has greater freedom and is even less likely to be threatened by the emperor or exploit each other. Both sides have no room for bargaining.

If Fan Xian had three long and two short, and five bamboos went crazy, the world would go crazy.

Therefore, as long as Wuzhu is in one day, the emperor must cherish Fan Xian, and play the role of the emperor who has no choice but to feel guilty as he has the ambition but is full of sadness.

The emperor may admire Fan Xian's son from the bottom of his heart, but he is an emperor in the final analysis. He cannot allow Fan Xian to have such a loyal master as a servant. Even if he didn't use this temple to come, one day the emperor will find a way to get rid of Wuzhu.

Of course, Chen Pingping knew that this was only one reason, but the other reason was probably the faint fear in the emperor's heart.

The temple has never done anything in the world. No one has ever seen the people in the temple. People in the temple may not appear once for hundreds of years. If Wuzhu and the people in the temple can die together, and they can always hide the relationship between Fan Xian and the Ye family, and bury everything in the past into the old paper pile, for the emperor, this may be the most wonderful ending.

But the emperor did not expect that Fan Xian, a descendant of the Ye family, would be stabbed out so quickly, and his son became the primary target of the temple. He wanted to use the temple knife to kill Wu Zhu, but Wu Zhu used Fan Xian's life to successfully lure and kill the visitor from the temple and save Fan Xian's life.

Chen Pingping didn't know Wu Zhu's moves, but he just thought with a hint of sadness. His Majesty knew that someone from the temple came to the world, but after Fan Xian's life was exposed, he never reminded him or Fan Xian. Could it be that His Majesty would only give a faint sadness and sympathy to anyone except him?

The old man sneered, pushed the wheelchair to the fireplace, and reached closer greedily, yawning while keeping warm, muttering in vague words: "You just know how to enjoy it, and you actually created a fireplace. You are excellent in everything, but this thing is a bit confused, and the girl's family..."

At dawn, the remote and quiet place called "Wai Sanli" in Kyoto was dark, and the shadow of a circular building could be vaguely seen, all of which were black wood structures, a temple. Snowflakes fell one after another, making the temple look like dust-free.

This is the Qing Temple. It is rumored that the only place in Qing Kingdom can communicate with the vague temple, the temple where the royal sacrifices to heaven.
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