Li Ruyu is not greedy either.

After killing the second gangster, Dameng's corpse was covered with blood, and someone came to his dream.

Now I only remember the sea of ​​corpses and blood, but I don’t remember who came to the dream. Since the Master didn’t say it, there was naturally his reason, and Li Ruyu was not worried about it.

After a while of silence, "Someone reported to the official?"

It shouldn't be said that killing Sun's widower himself would be very pleased, and the remaining ministers of Da'an would not dig their own graves.

Master Li shook his head, "No, the body of the second mummy was found in the lower reaches of Qingliu River. It is estimated that it was in Shunjiangji. These two people... should not have come for the murder of the second mummy."

The Beizhen Fushi did not have the leisure to care about these small murders?

He also said: "Flying fish suits and embroidered spring swords. Do you remember the sanctuary I once said? These two people worked for the sanctuary of the Bei sanctuary, wandering around the world of Daliang, detecting, capturing, and killing Yiren."

"Inhuman?"

Li Ruyu heard this word for the first time, but he obviously knew it long ago according to the Master's words and expression.

The Master pulled the corner of his mouth and a sarcasm arose.

Inhuman?

Not all of them are still humans!

It’s just that he is not allowed by the rules of the world, Daliang. When he comes to Daliang, he has no special transcendence. Instead, he is restrained, far less free and happy than the great scholars of Daliang.

"The so-called Yiren is like Huang Chao and Sun Waiter. There are many such people; but some Yiren know that disasters come from their mouths and hands, so they are dormant like ordinary people. Who knows how many are still dormant in the vast territory of Daliang?" When the Master spoke, he was a little yearning.

If you can drink and sing and sing with the great scholars who have long admired you, discuss poems and essays, such as Tao Yuanming and Zhuge Villagers, you will not let down your life.

Li Ruyu was silent when he heard this.

In this way, parents, mother-in-law and grandfather are both strangers, and the master is also strangers.

Then the question is.

Who is Yiren?

Based on the known situation, the so-called Yiren is to suddenly understand or know something in a certain specific environment on a certain day, and then change his appearance. For example, after becoming Yiren, he founded the country and became the emperor.

For example, Huang Chao, the previous stupid son could not say the domineering poem "I will kill all the flowers in the city and carry golden armor."

So do their original thoughts still exist?

This is what Li Ruyu cares about the most.

I was struck by lightning five times, and I was lucky to die every time.

But who knows whether I will be struck to death one day, or not struck by lightning, but become a strange man who is like a master in Daliang, and that day I will still be myself?

Do you still remember your deceased relatives, Master and Aunt Zhou?

The most unwilling thing to be willing to be, Xiaoxiao.

Will you lose the little one forever?

After becoming a stranger, is it still Li Ruyu? What is the difference between this and death?

Don't want to die.

I don't want to lose Xiaoxiao.

So... the truth must be known.

The Master may know the truth, but Li Ruyu will not ask. If you ask, thunder is shrouded in the sky, there will be no Master in the world. After all, the Master is not himself, and thunder will die.

Then, let me tear open the dark side that covers the world of Daliang!

Li Ruyu took a deep breath.

A firm look.

The Master saw it and was relieved. His experience grew and the seedlings blossomed.

Aunt Zhou is here.

In fact, because of the emergence of the Beizhen Fushi, although the villagers heard the thunder and were afraid of causing trouble, no one came to check the situation. Only Aunt Zhou, who was feeding chickens and ducks at home, was about to take a shower and change clothes, rushed over.

Looking at Li Ruyu who had become much darker again, Aunt Zhou was speechless, "Has she struck by lightning again?"

Li Ruyu was speechless too.

Xiaoxiao looked gloating and sticking out her tongue in a pretty face, "He deserves it."

Aunt Zhou was present, and the Master was not good to say anything. After chatting for a while, the Master suddenly remembered something, "In the future, you must be careful of some young man surnamed Zhao. I saw him looking at him with a small look... like Ruyu."

Aunt Zhou smiled but didn't say anything, and her face was narrow-minded.

Xiaoxiao was very lustful and heartless, "Oh, it turns out that I am so popular. In fact, that big brother is not bad, he is still very handsome." After saying that, he glanced at Li Ruyu, his heart full of ignorance.

Li Ruyu had a dark face.

The Master couldn't help laughing. Even Xiaoxiao was in love. Li Ruyu probably understood his own feelings for Xiaoxiao.

It's great that the two disciples are a perfect match.

To celebrate Li Ruyu's restoration, he took a little bacon dried in the backyard, cut a piece of sausage, and ran to the private school to get Master's wine. The four of them happened to be at a table.

The thick fog gradually dissipated, and the sight could reach twenty-three meters away.

...

...

The embroidered spring knife was unsheathed and passed through his chest.

All my strength was lost in an instant.

After the narrow blade passed through the chest, it was still half a foot. The tip of the knife rolled down the blood brought out of the body, which was very quiet and pleasant, reminding Zhu Qi of the scene when he penetrated the magistrate through the chest with one knife.

Before that prefecture won the title, he was a young literary master who became famous in the court. He was the first-class senior at the high school in Yong'an in the sixth year of high school.

A serene flower is happy with green clothes.

Then it has the nickname "Daliang Blue and White".

Later, he was released from Jiangling Prefecture and became a county magistrate.

In the sixth year of Yong'an, he was just a county magistrate, and in the eighth year of Yong'an, he was already the leader of a state. First, this person is indeed talented and well-governed. Although he was an official for only two years, he had a widely praised reputation in the Daliang court. Both have a good mentor - the current minister in the Daliang court.

There are people in the court who are easy to do.

This magistrate would have a bright future that would rise to the top.

If you don’t die, you may not be able to enter the center of the court to compete for the position in the future.

However, there is no if in the world.

The mistake was that he shouldn't favor a young guard in the mansion... Even if the guard saved his life, he wouldn't have used his family and life to hide him.

That guard was the strange man who angrily shouted at me before his death.

He died unwillingly.

The Beizhen Fushi Department doesn’t know who Chang Yuchun is, but he is an alien, so the Beizhen Fushi Department must arrest him. But when he used chopsticks as a gun to kill five robes, Zhu Qi felt that only death could vent his inner pain.

I went out of the city with a shallow wine and sang loudly, and I returned home alone after the sunset.

Killing in love, and punishing in reason.

Otherwise, the Beizhen Fushi would have any shock to the Yiren.

Finally, he killed Chang Yuchun. Looking at the corpse of the robe, he saw the magistrate holding Chang Yuchun's corpse roaring at him and others, saying that he would report to His Majesty. He was very sad and angry, and he was brave enough to brave the courage, and he let his heart flow with a knife.

The scene at that time is exactly the same as it is now.

The difference is that this time I was penetrated by the embroidered spring knife and felt a sense of coldness.

Zhu Qi has thought many times about how he would die. Maybe one day, he died at the hands of a certain stranger, and one day he would become a stranger, struck by lightning, or killed by a robe with an embroidered spring knife.

But it will definitely not be like this today.

It was also death, but Zhu Qi felt very desolate inside. Every man was a dog in the imperial family.

Say it and give up.

Zhu Qi did not look back, but just looked at the Fanmian Village under the white fog, and looked at the small courtyard. The courtyard in his capital was much better than that. His eleven-year-old son practiced swords all day long, dreaming that one day he could enter the Beizhen Fushi like himself.

Whenever he returned from his mission, his gentle wife would burn a pot of old wine and cook a pot of hot water. After taking a shower, she would drink and talk about trivial matters with her.

Very plain, but very warm.
Chapter completed!