tick knife

The moonlight is open, and the animal shape on the ridge of Fengming Tower can already be seen.Qi Diaoming stopped and looked down at the strange figure cast by his left hand on the ground.

There was still a hot touch on his chapped lips.He didn't feel angry, because he was blinded by others, so why should he be angry?The reason why he didn't say a word was because he felt that Yao Ye was really pitiful.

Did he look so pitiful when he looked at Yao Honglian back then?Yao Ye is even worse, a boy, there are differences in generations, age difference, he and Yao Ye have a half teacher friendship, this gap is a natural moat, it can never be bridged.Yao Ye is well aware of his treason, but he wants to take advantage of it in turn; the bravery and intrepidity that young people are good at is his only chance to cross this natural barrier.

After all, this is too absurd.Emotionally and rationally, I can't respond.Qi Diaoming silently recited the boy's name in his heart.Yao Ye.I think the pronunciation is lingering on the tip of the tongue, like a gentle trap.

"Senior, do you hate my mother?"

"I don't hate your mother."

"Then you hate my father."

"I don't hate it either."

Does he really not hate it?Or is it just like Yao Ye said, just refusing to admit it?I want to turn my heart to Mingyue, but Mingyue shines in the ditch, does he really have no resentment towards Yao Honglian who is so decisive, and the person who caused Yao Honglian's tragic death?

Master Zhang said: "Do you know who Yao Honglian's husband is?"

Qi Diaoming: "Who she marries has nothing to do with me."

Mr. Zhang obviously understood that he was telling the truth, so he continued leisurely: "Lu Jisheng was originally a gangster from the streets. He was idle and committed all kinds of evil. Later, he met a noble person who was his wife, Mrs. Zhu. His father-in-law is rich and powerful. Well, he has some connections in both black and white ways, and it was only then that he turned around and climbed up step by step, all the way up to where he is today. It can be said that without this lady, he is nothing. There are countless girls from good families. Your sweetheart is one of these poor girls."

Qi Diaoming listened silently.He knew nothing about Yao Honglian.Her husband, her choice, all seem to be a drama of irrelevant people, it is difficult to connect with the cold girl in his memory,

Mr. Zhang said again: "The good times didn't last long, and their relationship caused dissatisfaction with his wife. Mrs. Zhu is an excellent assistant, but she is not a magnanimous woman. Yao Honglian was too infatuated, and even gave birth to a child for him, which made Mrs. Zhu I can no longer close my eyes.

"At that time, Lu Jisheng didn't have the confidence to reject his wife. He had to rely on the power of the Yue family in many ways. Besides, maybe Yao Honglian's persistent desire for a title made him difficult; maybe he was tired of it, just like It's been the same countless times before. In short, this makes him have to think about how to end this affair."

Qi Diaoming said: "Kill her." His tone was also calm as if he was talking about other people's business.

Mrs. Zhang sighed: "Why did Yao Honglian tell you that her husband is dead? It's because she has come to her senses. The man next to her pillow wanted her own life, which made her extremely sad and regretful. Tell me, is he a man?" Heinous person?"

Qi Diaoming said: "You have no evidence."

Mr. Zhang laughed and said: "I don't know what evidence you want. There are many people who know this story. You don't know, but you are lying. You can even ask Lu Jisheng in person. He rarely denies what he has done. But it is also possible that he has completely forgotten who Yao Honglian is; after all, to him, this poor woman is just a drop of dew that will soon dry up."

His tone suddenly became considerate and sympathetic. "Although I have many wives and concubines, I have never abandoned any of them,

Not to mention turning against each other.I will treat everyone who has helped me and made me feel the true love in the world. "

Qi Diaoming didn't make a sound, but just looked at the shadow of the sun in the west; this was a clear sign of farewell.Master Zhang also stood up following his movements, and thumped his hunched back. "I will notify you of the time and place. The old man will provide you with the greatest convenience, and the rest will be up to you."

The sound of the flute came along with the warm night wind, and the too fearless moonlight evaporated a thin layer of white mist in the air.

Qi Diaoming stopped thinking about it and walked straight towards Mingfeng Tower.From a distance, you can see many luxurious carriages and horses parked in front of the gate of the building.

That certainly wasn't his path.Mr. Zhang is an extremely responsible employer, and he has indeed made all the preparations.

"You have to go to Qingyun Square on the east side of Mingfeng Tower first. Someone will lead you into a secret door, leading directly to the room of Huakui Nongyu."

"Lu Jisheng will arrive around [-] o'clock. Nongyu will be in the room. You have to wait until he is at his weakest physically and mentally before entering."

"It's not that I look down on you. Maybe you haven't met an opponent in the past 20 years, but Lu Jisheng is a man who can behead a general among thousands of armies. Naturally understand that to defeat such an enemy, any means are not too much."

Lu Jicheng lifted the hanging bead curtain.

He is approaching the end of his prime, and his lifestyle can be said to be extremely unhealthy; however, he is still strong and handsome, with thick black sideburns and eagle-like eyes, showing an unquestionable courage everywhere.But his lips were full and soft, with a faint hint of ridicule always hanging on them.

He had just finished a long expedition in the frontier, but he didn't feel tired at all.Iron horses and golden swords were not enough to consume his energy, and the blood of dead bodies could not dampen his spirits. He slept all day and ate a lot of food. Now he is refreshed, his face is rosy, and it is no problem to strangle a cow with his bare hands. .Of course, he didn't come to Mingfeng Tower to hold back cattle.

He happily walked towards the faint figure in the tent, and lifted the red veil with one hand.

The woman lying flat on the bed was dressed in gorgeous clothes, her breathing was calm, and she looked like she was fast asleep.

Lu Jicheng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned around.

A tall man who appeared at an unknown time stood behind him, almost blocking the already weak candlelight in the room.Lu Jisheng couldn't see his face clearly for a while, but only saw his right hand holding the knife.

And his left hand was not a hand at all, its slightly curled outline was like the sharp claws of a falcon, and a cold light flashed at the tip of the claws.

He didn't wear a mask, nor did he intend to conceal his identity in the slightest.The facial features that gradually become clear in the darkness are cold and indifferent, like stone carvings that have been worn away by wind and sand, but are still dauntingly deep.

Lu Jicheng smiled and said, "You are an upright killer."

Qi Diaoming said: "I am not a killer."

Lu Jisheng said: "It's also possible. If I were you, I would choose a better time."

Qi Diaoming said: "Do you know Yao Honglian?"

Lu Jicheng was stunned and said, "Are you talking about a woman?"

He twisted his temples and thought about it seriously, clapping his hands and said: "Ah, I remember one, there is one, there is a red letter in the name, I can't remember what it is called, but she has a pair of red coral earrings."

Qi Diaoming suddenly stopped breathing.Before he could react, the knife had already been drawn!

It was a completely instinctive cut.There is no skill, no change, only pure extreme speed and strength, which is the memory of the body for years and years.

Instead of retreating, Lu Jicheng advanced, facing the knife, and at the last moment, he passed by Qi Diaoming.Qi Diaoming missed the knife and immediately turned around. Lu Jicheng stood by the table, his eyes full of relief and admiration.

"That's right. She is so beautiful, there should be one or two people who are willing to avenge her."

He looked around and took off the sword hanging on the wall.

That's hardly a sword.The scabbard is jeweled, inlaid with gold and silver, but the blade is vulnerable.He weighed it in his hand, casually took a sword flower, and pointed at Qi Diaoming.

Qi Diaoming suddenly thought of the fifth person.Among the swordsmen he has seen in his life, none can surpass the fifth person.Therefore, no matter what kind of swordsman he faced, he never lost confidence.

But Lu Jisheng is obviously not a swordsman.It doesn't matter whether he is holding a sword, a knife, or a feather duster.He raised his sword, and the lacquer-carved horizontal knife blocked it. When the swords intersected, there was a clang.Qi Diaoming was forced to take half a step back by the majestic force from the sword, and the blade made a slight cracking sound.

His knife does not have a name, but it is a good knife that has been with him for seven years.Before setting off, he spent half a day sharpening it carefully.The familiar rough lines on the handle of the knife fit perfectly with his palm.

A sword that can only be used for dancing meets a knife that is used to drinking blood. The life of the knife or the knife is not known which is shorter.

Lu Jicheng seized the opportunity and made a series of sword strikes.Lacquer Diaoming's long saber opened and closed, and there was another clang.The dazzling sword light was like a torrential rain, piercing through the blade wind of Qi Diaoming's bodyguard in an instant, seeing the tip of the sword attacking, it was too late to dodge, Qi Diaoming retracted his left arm, and the iron claw grabbed the sword body.This blow came to nothing, Lu Jicheng didn't wait for him to use his strength, the blade of the sword slid out of the iron claw like a poisonous snake, the ear-piercing sound of friction brought out a stream of sparks, the thin sword tip pried into the gap between the iron claw and the broken arm, and moved with great dexterity Turning over, the black iron claw was separated from Qi Diaoming's left wrist, and a stream of blood sprayed out.

However, Qi Diaoming didn't even blink his eyes, and his right hand slashed at the fragile spine of the sword.This is the third time he has cut in this position tonight.

His target is not Lu Jisheng, but Lu Jisheng's sword.

The blade of the sword couldn't bear such force any longer, and broke into two pieces.Lu Jicheng laughed loudly, dropped the broken sword, and slapped him on the chest.Qi Diaoming didn't dodge or dodge, he took the palm desperately, and slanted the saber with his backhand, going straight to Lu Jicheng's neck.Lu Jisheng hurriedly backed away, but there was already a wall mottled with pepper mud behind him.

It is impossible for an unarmed person to avoid this knife.

In the blurred field of vision caused by the intense pain, a figure suddenly broke in and knocked Lu Jicheng aside.

Lacquer Diao Ming slammed back, but his knife could no longer be held back, and it pierced straight into the man's body.Lu Jicheng got up and looked at this reckless intruder in surprise.On the wall next to him, the shelf for placing toys was pushed aside at some point, revealing a dark hole.

It was a strange boy.His face and posture gave him a vague sense of deja vu, but he couldn't tell what it was for a while.As if aware of his gaze, the boy turned his head and gave him a leisurely smile.

The knife was pulled out almost instantly, the boy staggered, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground.

Blood gushed out from his chest, and the lacquer carving showed that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart. He hugged the boy and rushed out the door.

He was already ready to die together.Even if he could get away with it, he would end up being torn to pieces by knives, but at this moment, the desire to survive for Yao Ye overwhelmed everything else.If Yao Ye is dead, what's the point of killing him?

No matter what, he couldn't let Yao Ye die here!

He ran all the way out, causing a few screams from the people in the building, but he didn't see a single soldier blocking him.

The carriages and horses in front of the gate were sparse and quiet, the coachman leaned on the shaft and yawned.The lacquer carving was like a cloud of black sand and dust, and only a few bloodstains fell on the ground.

He turned around a hidden street corner, put Yao Ye down, tore off the cloth and wrapped it tightly around the wound on his left wrist, and turned around to pick Yao Ye up.He only has one hand now, so it is a bit clumsy to do these things, the drowsy Yao Ye suddenly tugged at his sleeve. "Senior, I'm fine."

Qi Diaoming shouted: "Don't move!"

Yao Ye wanted to laugh habitually, but found that he didn't even have the strength to move the corners of his mouth. "I'm really fine."

Qi Diaoming said: "Go back and talk about it."

With Yao Ye on his back, he walked cautiously among the houses in the neighborhood, always paying attention to the movement nearby.However, Shuozhou was quiet in the middle of the night, no noise from Mingfeng Tower was heard, and there was no sign of anyone chasing him.Qi Diaoming was relieved a little, slowed down, and walked home in a detour.Yao Ye put his arms around his neck, the wound pressed tightly against his back, his moist breath fell on the side of his neck, carrying the abnormally high heat of the injured. "Senior, that person is my father."

Qi Diaoming supported his body upwards, the pain in his left arm gradually became dull, and it seemed that he had also turned into a stone. "yes."

Yao Ye said: "You lied to me."

Qi Diao remained silent, and after a while said: "You lied to me too."

Yao Ye said: "Well, then it's evened. But you want to kill my father."

Qi Diaoming said: "Then you..."

Yao Ye didn't seem to hear him, and murmured to himself: "But he's not dead, and I don't know if I should avenge him."

Qi Diaoming said: "After the injury is healed, no matter what, I will listen to you."

His tone unknowingly crossed the boundary between senior and junior or master and apprentice, and became complete connivance. Yao Ye was dizzy with heat and didn't think there was anything unusual; like hallucinations.He boldly read a sentence lightly. "Lacquer carving."

Qi Diaoming walked steadily forward without answering.Yao Ye suspected that he didn't hear, so he called out again. "Lacquer carving."

Qi Diaoming: "Injured people, don't talk too much."

Yao Ye: "However, I heard from Master that the most feared thing for an injured person is to fall asleep, so you must stay awake at all times."

Qi Diaoming said: "Are you asleep?"

Yao Ye: "I'm dreaming."

He tilted his head slightly, and put it close to the lacquered chin.Qi Diaoming did not dodge.The chapped epidermis of Yao Ye's lips could almost feel the sting of the stubble under his skin.He knew that he would not die, he was too far away from death; it was as if the beating heart in the wound tore the pain into numbness.However, he also knew that no matter what he did at this time, Qi Diaoming would definitely tolerate it.When he wakes up, will there still be such a chance?

This night will eventually pass.The clear light is gradually fading, the slanting moon is sinking to the west, and the chaotic sky has become slightly gray.

Qi Diaoming walked up the ramp in front of the door with Yao Ye on his back, and saw a star of lights in front of him in the distance, as if waiting for his return.

Qi Diaoming suddenly stopped.

He is too careless.Although there was no chasing soldiers all the way, how could we come back here again?Perhaps Lu Jisheng had arranged for brave soldiers to wait here.Even if Lu Jisheng failed to find out his identity before the assassination, Mr. Zhang would never leave him a way out.

He had lost his iron claws, his sleeve was soaked in blood from his left arm, the long knife was about to break, and there was a mouthful of blood in his throbbing chest.To kill him, it may not be more difficult than to kill a man who has no power to restrain a chicken.

He hesitated for a moment, but still walked forward.The lights in front of the door were indeed waiting for him.

The lantern bearer was tall and tall, with a pale and delicate face. Seeing him coming, his expression first changed from anxiety to joy, and then to astonishment. "Qi Diao, how did you do this?"