The most beautiful boy in the whole Jianghu [Comprehensive martial arts]

In the middle of the night, everything is silent.

The sleeping person in the room breathed steadily, a bamboo pipe was inserted into the door, and the smoke was blown out from the outside.Half a quarter of an hour later, the door opened silently, a figure walked up to the bed, and a cold light flashed, stabbing at the sleeping person on the bed.

The sound of the long sword being unsheathed was covered by the sound of the swords colliding, and the speed was as fast as the sound was made at the same time, and the person who should have been asleep had woken up at some point, and he drew his sword with lightning speed to block it. With a long and narrow sharp sword, he picked it up with his backhand, and the long sword fell to the ground.Seeing that the situation was not good, the assassin immediately gritted his teeth, but his jaw was strangled, unable to bite or move.

The boy on the bed was disheveled and his eyes were as bright as stars, which made people panic.

Gong Jiu was disturbed by the noise in the next room and got up to go to the next room. Zhao Jueming was crawling on the bed. When he saw Gong Jiu coming, he suddenly remembered that he forgot to lock the door.

The assassin's hands were tied behind his back, his jaw was removed, and he was tied to the leg of the table opposite the bed.

Gong Jiu glanced past him and looked at Zhao Jueming: "It's too noisy."

Zhao Jueming looked at him wrapped in the quilt, his eyes glistened against the dark light outside the window, he apologized: "I've been very careful, I'm sorry for disturbing you. But it's getting late, you go back first Sleep, I will apologize to you when I wake up."

Gong Jiu doesn't care if he sleeps or not, but Zhao Jueming attaches great importance to it, especially on cold winter nights.

After returning to the Central Plains, whoever reported Zhao Jueming's trail, there was always someone who wanted his life. Two assassins had come, each from different sources, but the timing of the assassination was exactly the same.

Zhao Jueming had a lot of complaints, and it was nothing more than disturbing people's dreams, but he actually did it in this cold winter and lunar month—isn't the killer organization only a year old?

Gong Jiu saw that Zhao Jueming was still putting on sleep first after wrapping up the quilt tightly, so he was silent, and said: "You have offended too many people, and many people have killed you, so you can still sleep?"

"I haven't done anything harmful to nature, why can't I sleep?" He looked at the assassin tied to the leg of the table, and said, "He shouldn't have slept."

The assassin glared at Zhao Jueming with anger and disbelief, and even a vague fear.

Gong Jiu saw it, but Zhao Jueming didn't notice it, took a look and jumped off the bed, pulled the shoe and turned the assassin to face the wall, and went to the door and urged Gong Jiu to leave so that he could lock the door.

Gong Jiu went back to the room, but before going to sleep, he thought that the assassin was full of murderous intent, but Zhao Jueming was clean as if he had no emotion at all.

And this is not the first time this strange thing has happened.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Jueming washed up in front of the assassin, and then began to interrogate the assassin.The latter struggled for a long time in the middle of the night and couldn't break free. He fell asleep unconsciously, but he didn't sleep well, and his eyes were black and blue.

Like the previous killers, this assassin clenched his teeth, making it clear that he would never let go no matter how he dealt with him.

Gong Jiu then pushed the door open and entered, and sat aside to come up with an idea, how bloody and bloody it should be, the problem is that he said it lightly.

Zhao Jueming frowned and said, "I don't want to do it."

Gong Jiu sneered and said, "Could it be that you can't bear to do it?"

Zhao Jueming shook his head and said, "It's a bit troublesome to deal with."

He also didn't really want to interrogate with Qiushuang sword.

The first two assassins were dealt with by Zhao Jueming alone. Gong Jiu did not intervene, but Zhao Jueming asked him about something. Those two assassins were released with Zhao Jueming's warning and punishment. Someone wants his life again.

Zhao Jueming saw the bronze medal in the assassin's arms, and reached out to take it out. At the same time, Gong Jiu also picked up the long sword on the ground, raised his eyebrows slightly, and actually smiled.

The bronze medal is oddly shaped, with thirteen swords surrounding a hand on the front, and only "Eleven" engraved on the back.

"Zhao Jueming, your life is very valuable. The assassins of this assassin organization have always been hard to find, and they will never make a move at a low price." Gong Jiu stared at the anxious assassin who stared blankly, and said with a smile, "Someone is willing to buy yours." Life."

Zhao Jueming thought for a while, and under the gaze of the assassin, he took off the other side's skirt.

A large handful of silver bills.

Zhao Jueming blinked, and took out all the bank notes in two or three strokes, and then closed the skirt of the clothes intimately for the person, saying: "You disturbed my rest, these are my compensations. If you are willing to tell me about the organization, I'll give you half back."

The assassin's eyes were round and bloodshot, and he was angry and furious. He couldn't believe that there was someone who justified the robbery.

Gong Jiu watched the whole process, and said kindly at this moment: "I'm afraid this banknote will all belong to you. The head of the organization is vicious and vicious, and will never let anyone betray. If he tells you, he will only die."

The assassin's eyes showed surprise, and it was strange that Yu Gong Jiu spoke clearly and logically.

Seeing him shocked, Gong Jiu said, "I was your guest once."

The assassin could only speak with his eyes. Hearing this, he closed his eyes and lowered his head in frustration.

Zhao Jueming thought for a moment, untied the rope and acupuncture points, and closed the mouth again, but did not release the acupuncture points that sealed the internal force.

He learned the acupuncture technique to seal the internal energy from Shi Guanyin. The other party tapped the acupuncture point to relieve it. Although he pretended to be asleep at that time, he still had a sense of touch, so he secretly learned this acupuncture technique.

The assassin's acupoints were unblocked, and he didn't dare to act rashly after realizing that his true energy still couldn't be used. He leaned against the table leg and looked at Zhao Jueming vigilantly.

Zhao Jueming said: "Go back and tell your superiors that I am very busy, don't send anyone to kill me." He took out ten silver bills and handed them to the assassin, who took them hesitantly, Zhao Jueming Immediately afterwards, he said, "These ten banknotes buy my life, so don't send someone. If you send someone again, you will not only be given the banknotes."

The assassin's hand holding the ten bank notes was shaking, he didn't know whether it was anger or speechlessness: "...what could it be?

Zhao Jueming said: "The fate of Qingyi Building."

The assassin was furious, but he didn't dare to speak, he put the silver bill in his arms, Zhao Jueming pointed to the door, the assassin put away the bronze medal and raised his long sword and left without looking back.

After the assassin left, no one came to find Zhao Jueming again. I don't know if the leader of the assassin organization received the news, or the others gave up on the assassination.

The one who wanted to assassinate Zhao Jueming must be his enemy, but his enemy was either in a prison or sleeping under a spring, and the grass on the grave was already ten feet high.

Zhao Jueming was perplexed, but he didn't forget the business.He knew that Beijing and China should ask for orders to find Zui Meng Fu Sheng, but he did not give up asking Gong Jiu for the whereabouts of the antidote.

It's not that he doesn't believe Fang Yingkan. After all, the young master has the heart of the city government to do what he says, but the detoxification can't be delayed. Zhao Jueming hopes to detoxify as quickly as possible, so that Zhui Ming and the people of Baiyun City will not be affected by the poison. Sleepy.

After confirming that the assassin would not come again, Zhao Jueming asked Gong Jiu again.Gong Jiu thought about it, and said, "You didn't have murderous intent when you drew your sword." His expression was full of interest, "Could it be that killing people is like cutting carrots and cabbages to you?"

Zhao Jueming was stunned, not understanding why he jumped from the antidote to his sword.

The correlation between the two topics is clearly zero.

However, more than one person has said that the sword is not murderous, and all friends who have seen Zhao Jueming's sword have commented so, Yu Luocha and Yuan Suiyun have also said so.

"Is it strange that the sword doesn't have murderous intent?" Zhao Jueming was puzzled.

Of course it's strange.

Whenever someone kills someone, the sword will have a murderous aura, and the more advanced the swordsmanship is, the stronger the murderous aura will be.Zhao Jueming always looked stern when he drew his sword, and his strikes were even more merciless, and he looked even weirder if he didn't have a murderous look.

Gong Jiudao: "If you can tell me how to hide your murderous intent, I will tell you where the antidote is."

Zhao Jueming was puzzled and said, "There is no way. A sword is a sword. This is uncontrollable."

It's not about opening and closing the door, you can open it if you want, and you can close it if you want to.

Gong Jiu said: "But you have killed people before, as long as you kill people, you will have a murderous intent."

Zhao Jueming: "But I didn't."

Gong Jiu stared at him for a long while, and said: "Compete with me. If you are cornered, you may have murderous intent."

Gong Jiu's swordsmanship has reached a high level, and he looks down on everything, but Zhao Jueming is an exception.He has seen many people's swords, and even saw the scene of Ximen Chuuxue using the sword, the murderous look is as sharp as the sharp sword in his hand.

So Gong Jiu wanted to see what Zhao Jueming would look like when he had a murderous look when he drew his sword.

After all, he is a swordsman. Even though he prefers needles and long whips on weekdays, he is still curious when he meets strange swordsmen.

Zhao Jueming's response to this was to refuse without hesitation.

"No." The boy's tone was decisive and resolute, "I don't want to compare with you."

Gong Jiu narrowed her eyes slightly: "You don't like me?"

"No." Zhao Jueming said, "What I don't want is just not wanting. If you don't think about it, I will compete with you—not only you, but I do the same with other people."

Zhao Jueming hates being forced to compete. If he had no choice, he would never draw his sword against someone who has no grievances or hatred.

"As long as you compete with me, I will tell you how to get the antidote." Gong Jiu said, "Are you still refusing?"

Zhao Jueming hesitated.

He said, "You... wait for me to think about it."

Gong Jiu generously asked him to think about it for a day, and thought that Zhao Jueming would still agree to him in the end.

As long as Zhao Jueming agrees, he will immediately order someone to send the antidote to Bianjing after the competition.Zhao Jueming didn't need to work hard, just compete with him, and he won't lose money.

There is nothing Gong Jiu can't get, what he wants, someone will offer it with both hands, his wish has never been fulfilled.

A day later, Gong Jiu waited for Zhao Jueming's response.

The boy put his hands in his hands, wrapped his cloak tightly and put on a mask, only his mouth was exposed.

The mouth opened and closed, and the voice said briskly: "Forget it. I won't compare with you. Marquis Shentong has already got the antidote, and he will return to Bianjing soon."

The implication is that I can't use you anymore.

Gong Jiu: "...When did you start communicating with people in Bianjing?"

When Zhao Jueming said that he would consider it, he was obviously waiting for the news, and it was also what he said that he did not put all his hopes on Gong Jiu.

Zhao Jueming said calmly: "Naturally, after returning to the pass, it is bitterly cold outside the pass, and the journey is far away, so it is difficult to communicate."

The two walked together, but they didn't stay together all the time. Gong Jiu knew nothing about Zhao Jueming's private behavior.

Zhao Jueming felt much relieved after knowing that he no longer needed to pursue drunken dreams, he told Gong Jiu his decision and planned to part ways with others.Gong Jiu stared at him for a long time, turned his face away, and said calmly: "Since you have made up your mind, let's let go of the competition."

Zhao Jueming nodded in satisfaction.

Cousin Taiping is a nice guy, but he is also a sword idiot. He suddenly proposed that the competition should be based on murderous intent, which made Zhao Jueming very embarrassed.What you don't want is just not wanting, what doesn't exist is not there, Zhao Jueming doesn't like to be persecuted.

Zhao Jueming got on his horse and waved to Gong Jiu before leaving, smiling and full of vigor.Gong Jiu stood where she was, slightly hooked her lips, and smiled.

He said: "Zhao Jueming, have a good journey."

Zhao Jueming responded: "Okay!"

After returning to the pass, the young swordsman put on his iconic crimson clothes, and galloped away under the bright snow-colored light.

Until a long time later, I could still see small crimson dots in the distance, submerged bit by bit in the boundless snow.