After crossing, I suppressed the shadow guard who wanted to kill me

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In fact, Zhang San didn't know many people in the Shang Pavilion, probably because of his young age.When his father was there before, he just followed his father's back, and he only said hello when he saw someone, and then retreated to do his own thing.In addition, most of his father's acquaintances belonged to a caravan, and they are all gone now.There were some people pointing and pointing along the way, but due to the young people who followed around Zhang San, very few dared to come up to him and make sarcastic remarks.Except for the one who came to say a few polite words in front of Zhang San's father, there was only one person who was really willing to get close to Zhang San.

An old man with gray hair, a dry wrinkled face, hunched back, leaning on a wooden stick that he didn't know where to pick up, and the hand holding the cane was very thin, swarthy, and full of calluses.What he was wearing was the uniform that Hengjiao distributed to the low-level disciples for free. After washing it countless times, it had turned white and faded.Looking at his age, he was still in good health. He carried a small coarse cloth bag like a baby, and walked steadily to Zhang San's room.

Ying Yi followed the commander's gaze and saw such an old man, who happened to know him.Looking left and right, there was no one else except the shadow guard. Ying walked up to Jing Lingzhi's side in a few steps, and explained in a low voice: "This man has been in our Hengjiao for four or five years, and everyone he knows calls him Old Wang. Jin Heng Before teaching, he had been picking up rubbish at the foot of Changshan Mountain. One winter when he was about to freeze to death, Zhang San saw him. Zhang San begged his father to bring him back, and then begged Li Ye, the steward of the caravan, to let the old man stay. Li Ye was soft-hearted. , couldn’t hold him back, and Zhang San’s father was willing to share some of his food with the old man, so Li Ye agreed. Later, seeing that the old man was honest and able to work without causing trouble, he even gave him a monthly salary.”

While speaking, Old Wang had already walked to the door, ready to knock on it.

Ying Yi went on to say: "When the commander ordered me to find out who Zhang San had contacted in the Shang Pavilion, this old Wang was the first one. I took people to search his room, it was very clean, and there was no suspicious place. .”

The door opened slightly, Zhang San poked his head out and saw Lao Wang standing in front of the door, he quickly opened the door wide and helped him in.

"Yingyi follows me in, and the rest are waiting outside." Jing Lingzhi slid into the room quietly close to the eaves, and landed lightly on the beams without stirring up a speck of dust.His shadow followed closely behind him.The two lay on the beam holding their breath, paying attention to the movement below.

In the corner, an inconspicuous spider crawled quietly.

In the room, some things have already started to be packed, and some things have not been cleaned up in time, and they are temporarily piled up on the ground.The whole house is in a mess, and there is no place to step down.The few people who came with Zhang San saw Lao Wang coming in, and said with great winking that they wanted to go out and leave the house for the old and the young.

"Grandpa, why are you here?" Zhang San stood awkwardly looking around, but couldn't find a place to sit. He walked to the bed and pushed the miscellaneous things aside to make room for him.He helped Lao Wang to sit down, and didn't know what to say, so he could only lower his head and pinch his fingers, at a loss.

"It's such a big deal, why don't I come and take a look." Old Wang pulled the man in front of him, took out the coarse cloth bag, and stuffed it into Zhang San's hand, "If you hadn't taken me away at the beginning I picked it up, how can I have today. The money is not too much, I don’t need food and clothing to stay here, you take it. I went to the leader to listen more and learn more, talk less and do more If you encounter any difficulties, don't be afraid of trouble, you must come to me. Your father is only one seedling of you, old man, I will help him take good care of you even if I try my best."

When it came to the sad part, the two hugged each other and cried for a long time.Seeing that it was getting late, Pharaoh Wang gave a few more instructions before leaving in a blink of an eye.

Zhang San and the others swiftly packed and took away the things they should take. There was already a manager waiting by the side, and after they left, they sealed the door again with white strips.

"Knock, knock, knock" three knocks on the door pierced into Su Hongyu's ears.

He put down the book in his hand that he had only turned a page for most of the day, and said loudly, "Come in."

The man dressed in black stepped into the room, and the first thing he did was to kneel down to the person sitting at the table: "This subordinate has seen the master."

"Between you and me, why do you need such vain courtesy?"

"Etiquette cannot be discarded." Jing Lingzhi insisted on making a complete set.

Su Hongyu shook his head helplessly.But one day after moving out of the study, this person picked up the old rules, no, he was much more respectful than before, and seemed to want to make up for the previous few days.He walked over and pulled the man up from the ground.I haven't seen him all morning, but this person's expression is fine. It seems that this task is indeed as he said, and it is not difficult.The clothes on his body are the same as usual, but when he gets close, he can always smell a very faint smell of dust. "Have you found anything?" As he spoke, he noticed that his lips were dry and skinned. He turned around and took a cup to pour a cup of tea from the table, and stuffed it into Jing Ling's hand.

Jing Lingzhi shook his head with a gloomy expression: "No." He bowed and took the cup of slightly cold tea with both hands, paused, and glanced at the desk.There were some papers on the table, probably just accidentally touched them, a few scattered on the table, another teacup, and a pot of tea.He said "Thank you master for the reward." That's all, covered it with his hands, and drank the tea in one gulp.

Su Hongyu was not surprised either: "If there is a problem, it will show up after a long time. But you, the wound on your body is not open, right?"

"The master's instructions, the subordinates dare not forget. I was careful when I acted, so it didn't break. Does the master want to check?"

"Alright." In case this person doesn't care about his body.

Su Hongyu closed the door of the study and led him to the couch behind the screen.

Jing Lingzhi undressed, quickly removed his shirt, and then knelt down on the couch with his back to his master.

People who practice martial arts have been practicing hard all year round, with a slender figure and smooth muscle lines, which is pleasing to the eye.The fly in the ointment is that it is covered with hideous and twisted black centipedes, which is shocking.It's not that he hasn't seen Jing Lingzhi's body.But every time before, this person was covered in blood, and in severe cases, he was even unconscious.At that time, all he cared about was the wound, and he didn't care about other things.

This was the first time that he was so close to Jing Lingzhi when he was calm in broad daylight.

The black scabs are hard and rough to the touch.Su Hongyu took a closer look, and found that some scabs were red and swollen, which must have been accidentally involved, but fortunately they did not crack.In addition, on Jing Lingzhi's still intact skin, he also found many scars that had been condensed, whether deep or shallow, covering the entire back.They used to be knife wounds, sword wounds, or criminal wounds, and several of them were only a little bit away from the vitals.Modern people can make a lot of fuss even if it's just a small slit made by a pencil sharpener.How many injuries did Jing Lingzhi have to suffer if he wanted to leave such a mark on his body?How much have you suffered?How many times have you lived and died?Except for himself, I am afraid that no one can, no, probably he himself does not remember.

Jing Lingzhi knelt quietly, showing his body unreservedly in front of his master, thinking in his heart that he should have not disobeyed his master's order, but at the same time regretted that he didn't let Ying Yi help him check before coming.The vigilance of being a shadow guard allows him to clearly feel that there are eyes wandering over him even if his back is turned to his master. It is not intense, but he only focuses on examining his wounds, but it makes him tighten his muscles unconsciously, and his whole body is like A bird of fright.

This is the first time that there is no other interference, and the disheveled and sober mind is so close to the owner.

Jing Lingzhi gripped his heart and tried his best to relax his body and distract his attention so as not to make a fool of himself in front of his master.At this time, a cool finger fell on the wound, the second, and the third.Fingers wandered along the wound, inadvertently touching his fiery skin.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of my eyes, I couldn't see, hear, or move, and my mind was blank for a while.How long has it been?a moment?one day?a year?He suddenly tensed his entire back, his body trembling unnaturally, only to realize that he had held his breath at some point when he came back to his senses.

Before he could relax, the cool fingers hovering over his body had already withdrawn.Someone behind is asking, "Did it hurt you? I'm sorry."

The feeling of being touched still lingered in my heart, like a prairie fire burning more and more intensely, but my consciousness was uncharacteristically clear, floating in mid-air like a spectator, looking at the man on the couch with a normal face, he said restrainedly: "No. It’s a subordinate’s gaffe.”

"Put on your clothes. I asked Xiaozhi, if you pay attention, you will be better in half a month."

Pulling up his skirt a few times, he hid the injuries all over his body under the dark shadow guard outfit: "Thank you for your concern, Master."

"You were injured because of me. If you don't blame me, you are already fine." Su Hongyu said, "Speaking of which, I caused you a lot of trouble, and even Zhang San's matter needs to be handled with your injury." After practicing swords this morning, Jing Lingzhi suddenly proposed to watch Zhang San move. He didn't want to agree, but he couldn't resist.

"Is the master blaming himself for this?" Jing Lingzhi asked after following Su Hongyu.

Su Hongyu was slightly surprised and turned around.He thought that Jing Lingzhi would immediately take the blame on himself.

Jing Lingzhi met Su Hongyu's gaze calmly: "You don't have to be like this." According to his speculation, the master's age should be about the same as the leader.Different experiences have created two very different people, "The shadow guard is your sword, your shield, your helper, and your subordinate, but it should not be your hindrance. Perhaps in your In the world, everyone is created equal, but here, it's not the case."

Su Hongyu was shocked: "How do you know...?!"

"It's not hard to guess." Jing Lingzhi's voice remained steady, "It can be deduced from your habits of dealing with people, your way of speaking, and some details. You pay great attention to your own etiquette, which may be because Your upbringing. But you treat everyone equally, and you don’t treat anyone differently because of their status. Even if you are a subordinate of Zhang San, or such a subordinate, you will subconsciously apologize. Seeing those high-ranking and powerful people like Pavilion Master Du People, you will be nervous and uneasy, but you will not be timid because of their identity. When you speak, you will subconsciously look into the eyes of the other person, and you don’t care or even feel awkward about the rules of showing respect. There are many. Even if you I have tried my best to hide it, but these deep-rooted things, even specially trained shadow guards, are hard to change."

Unexpectedly, in Jing Lingzhi's eyes, the disguise that he thought was okay was full of loopholes?Su Hongyu laughed at himself.In a blink of an eye, Jing Lingzhi admitted that he couldn't even do a shadow guard, so he had nothing to lose.After adjusting his mentality, he listened carefully to Jing Lingzhi's continuation.

Jing Lingzhi should have thought about these words for a long time, and he said it now without any hesitation: "In your opinion, the shadow guards are subservient to others, with strict rules, enduring inhuman torture, and never having peace for a moment. But in From the subordinates' point of view, they were fortunate enough to stay in the Hengjiao Shadow Guard camp when they were young, so they learned martial arts. The subordinates are loyal to Hengjiao and their master not only because of the teachings of the Shadow Guard camp, but also to repay their kindness."

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