tick knife

The rain stopped.The boots were full of mud, and the walking was heavy, and it was hard to let go of my feet.The leaves and branches were overwhelmed, and suddenly there was a jerk, and a puddle of rain was poured down.Although the rain has nowhere to come, the sky still has no flaws, the air is uniform, not a ray of sunshine leaks in, everything is washed, and there is nothing to paint, the eaves tiles and stones on the street are wet to the bone, so fresh that people can breathe Cover up, so the street market is deserted in the afternoon.

All restaurants and taverns are closed at this time when there are no shops in front of the village.Baimen Restaurant is no exception.The White Gate Restaurant is almost only open at night.

Qi Diaoming walked into the Baimen Restaurant.The cleaned tables and stools were all placed against the wall, and only two people sat on the middle table.One of them is Baimen Liu.

Seeing him coming in, the person sitting next to Baimenliu suddenly stood up and disappeared quietly like a ghost.His already extremely vague description gradually disappeared in Qi Diaoming's memory as he left, as if he had never appeared here before.There is only one wine bowl on the table.

Baimen Liu Chaoqi Diaoming smiled charmingly, and drank the strong wine in the bowl in one gulp.

Broken branches and burning incense, green and red silk, are all false pretense.Baimen Liu is a weeping willow that has experienced frost and snow. The roots are firmly planted in the rough sand and stones, and ordinary wind and sand can't break her flexible waist.

Qi Diaoming also took a wine bowl from the side, and sat down opposite Baimenliu.

He picked up the wine jar to fill up for the two of them, briefly touched the rim of the bowl with Bai Menliu, and drank a bowl of wine.Then he drank another bowl.They drank silently and quickly, and their expressions did not change at all. If someone else saw it, they must suspect that the bowl was just tasteless well water.

Qi Diaoming filled his wine bowl for the fifth time, then stopped.Baimen Liu also stopped and asked, "Is it enough?"

Qi Diaoming: "I just think of a friend."

He tilted the bowl slightly, and the cloudy wine slowly spilled on the ground and seeped into the cracks of the blue bricks. The smell of the wine seemed to evaporate after a moment of hesitation, mixing with the smell of earth after the rain, forming a cold And a terrible taste.

Bai Menliu's face showed sympathy, but he didn't ask any more questions, and changed the topic. "Am I your friend?"

Qi Diaoming said: "Yes."

Baimenliu was almost moved. "This is the first time in ten years that you have admitted that I am your friend."

Qi Diaoming said: "This is the first time you've asked me this question in ten years."

He asked again: "Why did you tell Yao Ye that I was going to Mingfenglou?" Actually, there was a premise in the first place. How did Baimenliu know that he was going to Mingfenglou, but Qi Diaoming chose to ignore it tacitly.

Baimenliu immediately replied: "If you really kill Lu Jisheng, how will you face Young Master Yao in the future?"

Qi Diaoming was all over his body, and even the hand that had been lost for 19 years seemed to be loudly telling him that something was wrong. It must not be because of this, at least not because of this, but he thought for a while and said: "Maybe you are right .”

Baimen Liuliu raised his eyebrows. "Nonsense, of course I'm right." She added: "You don't have to thank me."

Qi Diaoming said: "But Lu Jisheng is not dead, it is very difficult for Yao Ye to survive."

Baimenliu looked at him in disbelief. "If you die, can he live?"

They fell silent again.Inside and outside the Baimen Restaurant was eerily quiet.Except for the occasional rainwater dripping from the corner of the eaves and falling into the empty bucket, making a stagnant sound.

Qi Diaoming suddenly felt an uncontrollable disgust for himself at this moment.

Last night he tried his best to survive.But if he died in Mingfeng Tower, at the hands of Lu Jisheng or his subordinates, then at least he would not have to worry about Yao Ye's safety at this time, and would not hear the news of the death of the fifth person.And this can't delay the pace of the ending, it just adds a layer of trouble before he dies.

Does it really make sense for him to do all this?

The wind blew the jujube trees outside for a while, and water droplets fell one after another, like a torrential rain.A bird flapped its wings and rose up, and Qi Diaoming withdrew his mind. "Lu Jisheng and Yao Honglian also have a daughter."

Baimen Liu said: "Yes. She is Yao Ye's twin sister."

From the indifferent expression of her words, it is completely impossible to judge how she learned about this matter and how long she has known about it.Qi Diaoming stared at the empty wine bowl, his right hand clenched into a fist in his sleeve.

Bai Menliu continued politely: "Her name is Yao Yi. Although Lu Jicheng doesn't care about his lover, it's not that he doesn't care about his children. If he could, he probably wanted to take Yao Yi away. But by accident, he only took Yao Yi away. Back to Yao Yi. This girl can't live in his house, and can't use his surname. Even so, there are people who want her life."

Qi Diaoming said: "I heard that Lu Jisheng's wife is barren."

Baimenliu: "Yes, that's why she doesn't allow other concubines to have children. Lu Jisheng now has seven sons—all adopted sons."

Qi Diaoming: "Did Yao Honglian really be killed by someone sent by Lu Jicheng?"

Baimenliu: "This question is not very interesting."

She poured the last bowl of wine and pushed it in front of Qi Diaoming. "Now do you understand a lot of things?"

Qi Diaoming: "There are still many things I don't understand."

Baimenliu: "Then there is nothing I can do to help you. You can pass today and explore slowly."

The wind stopped, and the birds were gone.There is no longer anything that can slightly cover up the chaotic footsteps from far and near, and the sound of colliding with armored gold and daggers.And that's only part of what's coming.In the other part, although there was no movement, Qi Diaoming could smell a wolf-like scent.Wolves are alert, cunning and silent.

Under Lu Jisheng's command, Mr. Zhang's dead soldier.Two groups of irrelevant people gathered in this small restaurant.Everyone is here only to kill.

They all come here only for killing lacquer and carving!

Baimen Liu lowered its head full of pearls and emeralds. "Qi Diao, I apologize to you. But you should always know that I am just a businessman, and there is no other way when I am in trouble."

Qi Diaoming said: "I didn't blame you."

Baimenliu: "You can really blame me this time."

Qi Diaoming: "Could it be that you no longer have confidence in me?"

Baimen Liu said: "In the past, because you put life and death aside, you didn't go to death. But today is different. You have concerns."

Qi Diaoming did not refute, denying instead confirmed the ambiguous meaning in her words.He just asked: "Isn't a person worthy of using a knife?"

Bai Menliu answered the wrong question: "For this concern, you have to live on."

Qi Diaoming nodded, picked up the bowl and drank the wine, stood up, and suddenly asked: "May I have the honor to meet this guest of honor?"

Baimen Liu smiled and said: "His surname is Yang. Yang who walked through Yang with a hundred steps."

Qi Diaoming said: "Okay."

After saying the last word, he strode towards the door.Behind him, Baimen Liu stood up and bowed gracefully to him. "Take care of yourself."

As soon as Qi Diaoming stepped out of the wine shop, he was immediately surrounded by heavily armed soldiers. The reflection of the densely packed spears, halberds, swords and shields blinded people.

The sergeants moved quickly, and surrounded him in an orderly manner. Qi Diaoming slowly wrapped his left sleeve around his wrist with a cloth belt.What was exposed from the sleeve was not a dark iron claw, but a bright sharp knife.

He holds a knife in his right hand, and his left hand is itself a knife.

Even if he really wants to die here today, these two knives will drag enough people to be buried with him before he dies!

Lu Jicheng looked at the soldiers standing upright in the corridor through the window lattice, the white light of the gun tip made him squint his eyes.The oriole kept in the cage sang a melodious call or two, and the peonies in the courtyard were specially moved from Luoyang, after being washed by the rain, they became more beautiful and rich.A sense of desolation and boredom that one often feels upon waking up from a siesta took possession of him, and he searched for words in his mind to express this feeling.Someone read from behind: "Bing Wei Sen draws a halberd, and the banquet is full of fragrance."

Lu Jicheng turned his head and admired vigorously. "Sir, every time I see you, I feel pure and ascetic. You are more effective than monks and priests."

Although he was sincere, the words were really not good, so the person who was praised was not happy.Mr. Quli had no expression on his face, but just nodded to show that he accepted his compliment. Yao Yi sat next to him, with his hands neatly placed on his knees.

She was dressed very cumbersomely like the last time she saw Yao Ye, her jet-black hair was like a cloud, and she didn't look embarrassed because she didn't often dress like this, she just kept her eyes fixed, like a straight doll.

Lu Jicheng glanced at her, his eyes fell on the moon bead next to her ear, and said with a smile: "This girl is troublesome sir."

Mr. Quli said: "No trouble. Your love is extremely smart."

He was a thin man with an elegant face and pale to blue fingers; it was almost the exact opposite of Lu Jicheng's vigorous state, making one suspect that the blood flow in his body might be static at first glance.Or he deliberately kept himself in this state close to death, but he could minimize the consumption of life without crossing that boundary.

Lu Jicheng looked back and forth at the pair of master and apprentice, but both of them were tight-lipped, obviously they would not take the initiative to reveal anything.He had no choice but to bring the topic back to himself: "Then what, sir, you have heard that someone wanted to kill me last night."

Yao Yi still lowered his head, unable to see the slightest change in expression.Mr. Quli pretended to be very interested and said: "Who is it?"

Lu Jicheng recalled, with a look of regret in his eyes. "A man who uses a knife. His knife is really good, but it's a pity that I can't use it. If I don't go on the road I am today, maybe I will be similar to him."

Mr. Quli paid a delicate flattery: "The difficulties and obstacles that the Huifu has gone through are comparable to the grassy rivers and lakes. No matter how good the knife is, it is now just a lonely soul in the underworld."

Lu Jisheng: "No, he ran away."

Now even Mr. Quli couldn't help but lose his voice: "Run away?"

Lu Jicheng stroked his meticulously trimmed mustache in embarrassment. "Because I didn't know why I was in a good mood at the time. No, it should be said that I was in a bad mood. No, it wasn't very bad. How should I put it, melancholy. I was melancholy all night."

No one answered for a while, Yao Yi couldn't help but raised his head, the way he looked at her father was like looking at a psychopath.

Lu Jisheng hurriedly said again: "But it doesn't matter. After I woke up, I was full of energy. After learning from the pain, I have already sent someone to hunt me down, and I don't care if I kill him."

Mr. Quli said euphemistically: "The courage of a man is nothing to worry about. The important thing is the employer behind him."

Lu Jisheng: "He might not have an employer."

Mr. Quli: "But there must be a helper."

He stabbed Lu Jicheng's sore spot with one sentence, and the muscles on Lu Jicheng's face instantly twisted into a hideous shape, and Yao Yi shrank back involuntarily. "Damn it." He was a little annoyed, and finally he could only say helplessly. "Nongyu is really a good woman. I fly the kites in Qingyunfang every year."

He lowered his head and mourned for the good man and the good kite for a moment. Mr. Quli waited until the end of his mourning, and then slowly said: "So I advise the government to bring as many people as possible when going out."

Lu Jisheng was very disapproving after hearing this: "It's not necessarily true. Is it more dangerous outside than at home? I may die in my own home, but I won't die in a woman's bed."

He suddenly stopped pacing up and down, frowned and said, "What's the noise in the afternoon? Sir, please sit down for a while, I'll come when I go."

He strode out of the door, and a heavily armed soldier ran up to him and knelt down. "General, someone is making trouble in front of the door, clamoring to see the general."

Lu Jicheng said: "Are you crazy? Can't you stop this? Don't you see I'm busy? Get out."

A flash of embarrassment suddenly appeared on the soldier's face. "He claims to be the general's son."

Lu Jicheng: "Are you here to recognize your father again? How few people recognize your father? Did you forget the last one so quickly? Doesn't it mean that if you encounter this kind of direct hit again..." He suddenly stopped and pondered for a while. "son?"

The soldier knelt on the ground, waiting for his answer.After a while, Lu Jicheng's voice floated down from above his head. "Bring him in."

He pulled off a crabapple leaf that was full of water droplets, and rubbed it into a ball of green juice in his hands.As he expected, Yao Ye appeared soon, panting violently, obviously causing a lot of trouble to the guards in the mansion and himself, with a sword in his hand and a knife on his waist.The sword is extremely rich, and the knife is extremely calm, making Lu Jicheng feel that such an old sword with such a young master would be a bit wasteful at a glance.

He continued to look at Yao Ye, surprised that he was completely different from last night.Even when the knife was pierced into his chest last night, that boy still had a smile in his eyes.He recalled that way like some kind of clever little animal, and he felt affection for it.But now Yao Ye looks violent, his eyes are hot, his body and face are stained with fresh and old blood, his teeth are chattering because of extreme excitement and anger; Lu Jicheng only feels that he is like a squeezed orange, lightly With a light touch, it will turn into a pile of powder.This made him feel disappointed, even angry; he didn't expect this young man who was so bright yesterday to fall into a desperate situation so quickly.

He suppressed the thought of throwing Yao Ye out again, and asked, "What's your name?"

Yao Ye's teeth were still clashing indiscriminately, and it took him a long time to squeeze out two words. "Yao Ye."

Lu Jisheng was stunned. "No wonder, I just said you look familiar." He looked at the wound on Yao Ye's chest that had obviously begun to bleed again with concern. "That's not a light knife, right? What do you want?"

Maybe it's because the scent of peony is too strong, maybe it's because Lu Jicheng's expression and tone are very gentle, Yao Ye felt that the boiling blood slowly calmed down, a gust of wind blew over his hot cheeks, he shivered, and finally he could utter a complete sentence . "I...I want you to let Qi Diaoming go."

Lu Jisheng asked sincerely: "Qi Diao Ming? Who is Qi Diao Ming?"

The guard next to him reminded him in a low voice: "It's the assassin from last night."

Lu Jisheng said: "Oh." He turned to Yao Ye, and asked again: "Why?"

Yao Ye looked at him with red and cloudy eyes.At the last moment, he finally couldn't deceive himself, and was forced to face the powerlessness and absurdity of this sentence; on the way to Lu's mansion, he used his remaining rationality (actually, there was quite a lot left unexpectedly) to analyze and calculate him. Chips in hand.He just saved Lu Jisheng's life.Lu Jisheng has no biological heirs.The moment he walked into this garden with peonies and orioles, he fully understood that these were extremely arrogant and ridiculous, and his chips might not be worth a straw to Lu Jisheng.But what can be done?Would he still be here if he had other means?

He still said the words that he was destined to regret: "Because I am your only son!"

He suddenly became aware that someone was watching him.Yao Ye turned his neck subconsciously to where his eyes came from, and there was a girl standing in front of the window of the wing room.

Every time he saw Yao Yi before, he had an extremely unnatural feeling, like looking at an unreal mirror.But this time Yao Yi was a completely different person, the effect of makeup was almost disguised, the skin was so white with a thick layer of powder, the bright red lips and the end of the eyes were so thick that there was no sense of proportion, and the center of the brow was pasted with flowers.The only two clear pupils with no makeup on were staring at him steadfastly.

Yao Ye flinched from being stabbed.There was no pleasure, mockery, sympathy, remorse, gloating in those eyes, nothing that could be called emotion.Just like Yao Yi is to him at this moment, he is also extremely strange to Yao Yi.

He barely reacted for a moment - if it wasn't for this occasion, if he wasn't waiting for Lu Jisheng's reply...he should have drawn his sword to her immediately!

Lu Jisheng also saw Yao Yi at the window, but didn't respond.He looked at the clouds in the sky again, at the fresh moss marks on the ground, and at the guard kneeling beside him, and said to himself, "How could I have given birth to such a stupid son? Is it wrong?"

He finally turned his gaze back to Yao Ye, and said with a smile, "I have no shortage of short-lived sons. Get lost."