Jing Yuan changed into a white dress, soft sword took it back into his body, and combed a bun for himself. He carefully looked at himself in the inn and washed his face carefully.

He finally saw his face clearly.

Assassins have no appearance. Not to mention appearance, real assassins don't even have names or backs. They seem to appear out of thin air, and they leave after cutting their throats, which is a shadow walking in the darkness.

Today, Jing Yuan looked at himself in the bronze mirror and touched his face, feeling mixed emotions.

He didn't know how to describe it or how to say this feeling.

He just knew that the sun was very warm, and when he went to the clinic, the old doctor was very nervous.

He had never seen this kind of tension before. The tension he had seen before was all the fear of others facing death, but this time it was different. The old doctor's nervousness was also because of him, just to save him.

This kind of tension is warmer than the sun for him.

He decided to find his face, his name, and his background.

He wants to be a person, a dignified person, rather than a poisonous snake that is ready to go in the dark and hits with one blow.

Jing Yuan didn't have much concept of silver notes, he just knew that those papers could make people smile at them.

So in this regard, he never stings with it, and he also has a lot of these things.

Isn’t this a kind of irony that people living in the shadows have things envied by people living in the sun?

People in the shadows envy their smiles and warmth; while people in the sun envy their wealth in the shadows.

These silver notes, Jing Yuan’s cost of the task, and when the target is some wealthy businessmen or nobles, they will take out what they think is more important than life in front of Jing Yuan.

Unfortunately, Jing Yuan has never been a money-loving person; but he is not a fool, so he should try his best to take away what he can.

After giving up some things, Jing Yuan felt relaxed all over. He walked downstairs in a white brocade suit, like a rich young man.

Fang went downstairs, and the shopkeeper greeted him enthusiastically.

Jing Yuan wanted to give a gift with a smile, but he couldn't even smile on his face.

After leaving the inn, he turned his head slightly and saw Jing Chu hiding beside him. Little Jing Chu was hiding in the corner. After running around these days, his clothes had already been torn and his face was also

Dirty.

Every time Jingyuan was about to get close to him, he would avoid it.

Jing Yuan didn't understand Jing Chu either, just like he didn't understand himself.

He still doesn't understand why he showed mercy at the beginning, nor does he understand why he asked Jing Chu to kill that day, so Jing Chu would abandon his sword and leave.

Jing Yuan didn't care about Jing Chu either. He just didn't disguise anymore. He walked openly on the road. If Jing Chu didn't follow him, he would still feel a little strange and uncomfortable.

The two walked forward slowly. They were originally in Youzhou, but now they are heading towards Chang'an.

Because he learned that Xu Chang'an came to Youzhou, and the Iron Sword Mountain was also in Youzhou, he chose most of the villages in Youzhou at that time.

Sometimes, when Jingchu is tired from walking, Jingyuan will deliberately find a big stone to sit down and rest; Jingchu is not a practitioner of practice, nor is it a martial arts practitioner in the world. In some places with steep terrain, Jingyuan can do it in one step.

Step over, or jump gently, but Jing Chu couldn't do it, so he could only crawl over clumsyly.

But no matter how steep the mountain was, Jing Chu gritted his teeth and followed it over, even though he was covered in bruises.

Jing Yuan raised his head and looked at Gao Shan in front of him, then turned around and looked at Jing Chu who was in a dilemma, and then wanted to help him. But at this moment, his face changed, and he tapped his toes and then walked over directly.

The hilltop.

...

The thick yellow plum rain wet the bustle of Chang'an, bringing a hint of gentleness to the Jingxiang area to this old city.

The yellow plum rain in my ear fell on the ground, and the young man leaning against the soft collapse on the second floor sighed.

"The plum rain has cleared, the heat breeze is gentle, the willows are chaotic and cicadas are numerous. The small garden terraces are far away from the pond. The fish plays the new lotus. The gauze kitchen is light, the feather fan is cold, the pillow is cold, the mat is cool in the deep courtyard. At this time, the mood is now, nothing is small.

immortal."

Hearing this poem, Uncle Fu, who was waiting beside him, hurriedly helped Lin Haotian add a cup of tea.

"The young master of the Pavilion is very talented." Uncle Fu said with a smile.

Lin Haotian waved his hand and smiled bitterly and said, "This is what my predecessors said, summer comes after the plum rain. You can cool down the bottom of the tree and enjoy the lotus and watch the fish. The last sentence 'There is nothing to do', more

I said that I felt comfortable in summer. But it was a pity..."

Lin Haotian said, glanced at the tea that Uncle Fu had poured, but did not move. Instead, he picked up the wine pot on the table, poured a glass of wine for himself, and drank it all in one go.

"It's a pity that my predecessors didn't know that there would be yellow plum rain after the plum rain, and I don't know that this summer is also troublesome!"

Uncle Fu heard Lin Haotian’s implication and hurriedly said, “The Young Master is referring to Jingyuan? Don’t worry, I sent someone again, but they are all old men. I dare not use the rest of the power, for fear that the old Master would be afraid of

Discovered with the Pavilion Master Xu Ningqing.”

Lin Haotian nodded, thinking of the poem I just now, Uncle Fu mentioned Xu Ningqing, and he said casually: "This is the Lord of the Pavilion. It is said that in the past few years, when the four sides were calmed down, he still

I went to a pond to take it, and I insisted on seeing the 'fish plays in the new lotus'." He said, then stood up, took a pen, ink, paper and ink from the side, and prepared to write down the word.

"You are both people who love elegance and elegance in the Pavilion Master Xu and the Pavilion Master Shao. In the whole pavilion, you can talk about more about elegance and misfortune with him."

Uncle Fu suddenly added.

When Lin Haotian heard this, his hand that was about to finish the pen was hanging in the air, and then threw the pen on the upward rice paper, leaving a thick ink dot.

"I won't write anymore, I'm not interested!"

Uncle Fu stood there in a daze, not knowing what he said wrong.

Lin Haotian went out and went down the second floor. Looking at the rain, he became even more irritable.

He felt more and more that Xu Ningqing did it on purpose. When he came to Chang'an to learn about it, he realized that all the reformists had old age with Xu Chang'an and had a lot of friendship. No wonder he was the only one who could talk more with this uncle at the beginning.

But later, he deliberately alienated himself.

Thinking of this, Lin Haotian kicked a small stone beside his kick and kicked it into the rain.

...

Jing Chu gritted his teeth and climbed up the mountain.

But as soon as we reached the top of the mountain, we saw four people being beaten by Jing Yuan so hard that they were unable to fight back.

Seeing Jing Yuan's sword passing and someone asked someone to land on the ground, Jing Chu shouted loudly: "You are killing people again!"

A blurted out "Another" and an unintentional sentence made Jing Yuan stunned, and the sword in his hand slowed down a little.

The four of them saw that the child could disturb Jing Yuan's mind with just one word, and four sword lights attacked Jing Chu.

Jing Chu had just climbed up the mountain and saw the sword energy coming. If he hid back, he would fall into the foot of the mountain. If he didn't hid, these four sword energy would be enough to stir Jing Chu into meat paste.

Seeing this, Jing Yuan hurriedly rushed over, endured the four sword energy, and hugged Jing Chu tightly.

Seeing this, the four of them pursued them relentlessly and wanted to continue to take action. The so-called "studying in the wrong" does not exist in the eyes of those of them.

Jing Yuan could only grit his teeth, and then threw out the soft sword in his hand. The soft sword was like a poisonous snake, biting one of the throat. After Jing Yuan's two swords went out, he took advantage of their panic.

In the instant, the soft sword was quickly recalled.

Now he has endured four sword energy and is seriously injured. He gritted his teeth and had to leap down from the mountain with Jing Chu in his arms!

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The poem comes from Zhou Bangyan of the Song Dynasty's "Crane soars into the sky and the plum rain clears"
Chapter completed!