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By Mao Ni
The rain in the late autumn has gradually grown.
Wuzhu was in the rain, watching the strange eyes of the pedestrians on the street, all the way out of the alley, and came to the small road next to the Tianhe Road. The wet rain, along the clothes on his body, the black cloth on his face slowly drip down, he stopped here, and then looked up slightly, looking at the palace in the distance.
Yesterday afternoon, Wuzhu was also here to watch the palace for a long time. Although he is a traveler from the temple and subconsciously follows the Fans, the Imperial Palace is indeed the most worthwhile place to visit in Kyoto. The building, but Wuzhu came here for two days, and there must be other opportunities that affected his decision.
Under the roof of the street, several Kyoto urchins wearing small cotton jackets are carrying a square bag, squatting, resisting the chill, and the little face is frozen and somewhat white. These children go to the court to read the public servants every day, and they all carry umbrellas around them, but they did not expect that when they reached the alley, the rain would suddenly become bigger.
"Look, it was the fool yesterday!" A little guy thought that the people under the rain were too boring, although it seemed that they could delay the time of class, but who would like to bow down under the roof of others, just at this time, he I found a bamboo that stood in the rain like an idiot. I recognized that the other person was the fool who used to play the game yesterday, just as happy to rediscover a new continent.
There were no stones under the eaves. The urchins turned their bones and bones. They found some coal shovel that had not been completely burnt out last night. They screamed and shouted and began to throw them at Wuzhu.
I don't know why, it seems that human beings are very good at demonstrating their own strength by bullying people who are weaker than themselves when they are very young, and thus gain some spiritual satisfaction. This seems to be a kind of nature. Otherwise, why do the children, when listening to the sound of coal shovel on Wuzhu, feel happy? Why do you feel happy when you look at the filth of the five bamboo rafters?
There are not many people hiding from the rain on the street. In the eyes of these few people in Kyoto, the nephew who is standing in the rain is obviously an idiot, and it is also a disabled person. Some sympathy can not help but sympathize with the scorpion. The smudges on the body, and some subconscious disgust.
Therefore, apart from a woman who looks like a big man, and stunned a few little scorpions, no one else has any movements. It just looks indifferently at the violence that the children do not think that they use their own way to vent their lives. desire.
With a bang, a piece of coal that had been smeared with water slammed into the five-bamboo silk, and the face with no expression on it gave a crisp sound, like a slap in the face.
That piece of coal smashed the black cloth on the surface of the five bamboos slightly. Wu Zhu’s pale face was also a little bit off. It didn’t seem to quite understand what happened. Then he turned the black burr on his face slowly and looked at the children under the eaves who were not clean. We.The urchins are not afraid, because yesterday afternoon, the scorpion idiot did not have the slightest rebellion. On the contrary, they looked at Wuzhu’s reaction today, but they felt more excited and rushed to the coal in the rain in the street. Intensive.
Oh, finally someone found the stone, mixed with the coal shovel, and went to the face of Wuzhu’s head, leaving a dirty trace, and a bloody trace, and was washed by the rain. The pale bamboo face is flowing, like a flood after the dry season, carrying thousands of years of rubbish, rushing out of the heart of the vicissitudes of the earth.
Wuzhu still did not evade. The original Wuzhu would also be injured. He looked at the children who were smiling and waving their little hands across the black cloth. They didn’t understand why they wanted to attack themselves, but they didn’t understand. Why do these children’s innocent faces seem so embarrassed, he does not understand why the piece of stone, whether pointed or round, is on his head, his face, his heart Feeling a bit weird?
What kind of emotion is that? sad? Disappointed? anger? Not willing? Or is it just the word of emotion? Wu Zhu looked at the children, let them squat, in a chaotic mind, but suddenly it seemed like something more.
The rain suddenly became enormous. The Kyoto sky in the late autumn was like a big hole, and countless rivers and lakes, from the unfathomable big hole, it turned into a shower, rain, Scattered on the streets and houses.
Wu Zhu’s mind also suddenly opened a big hole, and the clear skylight shot down, so that he was covered in a weird mood.
Have emotions, what does this prove? Is it the same proof that the young man called Fan Xian said it? Wuzhu began to think again, thinking silently in the heavy rain.
The young man named Fan Xian once said a lot to him, but he couldn't understand, couldn't understand, couldn't understand, just remembered in his heart.
What did the young man named Fan Leisure do? It seems to be going to the palace, it seems to be for revenge, why revenge, for whom to avenge? It seems that someone is dead, so the person who is called Fan Leisure is not reconciled, unpleasant, is a woman named Ye Xiaomei, and there is another old man named Chen Pingping?
These two strange names seem to be getting clearer and gradually familiar with the rain in the sky and the clear light in the big hole. However, he still has some headaches, he still remembers Who is the other party, isn’t he all in the temple?
Wu Zhu still doesn't remember anything, but he has something he shouldn't have. It is emotion. Actually, since yesterday afternoon, the emotion has filled his heart, so his eyes are just across the black cloth. , watching the palace quietly.
This kind of emotion is called disgust. I don’t know why. Wu Zhu can’t explain it. He hates the tallest building in Kyoto, perhaps because he instinctively hates the people in the building.
When leaving the Snow Temple,The young man named Fan Xian coughed blood, and when he faced himself, he had to follow his own heart, but what was the heart? Is it the fresh, strange... emotion that I feel at the moment?
Wu Zhu decided to go to the palace to look at it, find a real source of his emotions, to see if there are people he wants to see, and those who are destined to see him, so his hand is firmly placed on the waist. Brazing, while bowing slightly, re-apply the cap on the back, cover the rain in the sky, and cover the black cloth covering your eyes.
However, the children were still throwing stones and coal shovel happily. After five moments of silence, Wu Zhu let go of the iron in his hand and crouched down. The palm of his hand was drawn in the flowing sewage of the ground, and he grabbed it. Hard coal gangue.
It can't hurt human beings, except for the overall interests of mankind. However, the biggest difference between Wuzhu and the old man in the temple is that he does not understand what the overall interest is and what it has to do with himself.
Those young humans may just be playing games. Wu Zhu thinks this way, and it reacts at the same time. At least for these young people who bully themselves, there is no disgusting emotion or anger in his heart.
Since it is a game, I play games with them, maybe they will not be so entangled with me. Wu Zhu directly threw the coal shovel in the hands of the rain to the children under the street.
A panic cry, a flustered footsteps, countless crying, someone fainted in the rain and fell to the ground, the messy sounds followed the action of Wuzhu.
A coal shovel mixed with sewage, accurately separated according to four people, accurately hit the body of the few urchins, one of the most laughed urchins on the head was directly smashed and slammed Fainted in the rain.
After a dead silence in the street, suddenly an angry roar broke out: "The fool killed the dead!"
The previously indifferent Kyoto people suddenly became the outstanding citizens of the public and the good at this moment. The newspaper officer of the newspaper reported the parents to inform the parents, and some middle-aged men took out the wooden sticks and mops and prepared them. I knocked the idiot who had committed the shackles to the ground.
It’s all neighbors, and it’s natural to watch the children suffer so much. The mother of the child who passed out to the ground rushed to the child, cried aloud, cursing the five bamboos with sorrow.
Wu Zhu looked at all this indifferently. He still didn't understand. If it was a game, why did the woman cry? If it was not a game, why didn't they stop these children? I know that I am not really hurt. Do these humans know that they are not normal people? Did the previous children not worry about my safety when they beat themselves?
In the rain, the silent Wuzhu faintly learned something. He understood that human emotions have nothing to do with choice and reason. It was originally divided by affinity and likes and dislikes.In today's world, Wu Zhu believes that the person closest to himself should be the young man named Fan Xian. He hates the palace most, so he ignores these crazy people, very seriously. Re-scratch the wrinkles on the black cloth on the face, put your hands on the iron on the waist, and step into the palace in the distance.
Someone tried to kill the idiot, the scorpion, the madman, and then fainted on the ground, and the wooden stick broke into two pieces. In the heavy rain, a cloth, a bamboo hat with a hat, easily walked out of the angry circle of the Kyoto people, leaving behind only the people who were crying.
Wuzhu did not kill, not that he did not dare to kill, but the habits that have been developed over hundreds of thousands of years, so that he could not think of killing. When he wants to kill, kill it again.
When the servant of Kyoto Prefecture rushed to the mouth of the river next to the Tianhe Road, the madman who had knocked down the people of the local area had long since disappeared. Looking at the people who were screaming in the rain, the servant’s head looked at it and sucked it up. A cold air, I wondered which master is this, so clean and neat. How can the strong people confuse with these unarmed people? The servant’s class felt a little cold in the body, not because of the injuries of these people, but because of the blind man who had disappeared. If it was really like these people, the man was a fool, then there is no doubt that this fool must have been in history. The most powerful madman.
Let such a madman sneak in Kyoto, the servant class thought it was terrible, he first told his subordinates to inform the Kyoto government, and then nervously asked a person next to him: "Where did the madman go?"
"It seems to be going in the direction of the square." The man replied in a whispering voice, gnashing his teeth and said: "The man stared at the palace for two days, I am afraid there is a problem."
The servant class does not need to ask again, and understands that this person wants to kill the madman, and what is involved in the palace, there is no longer a way to live. However, I heard that the madman went straight to the direction of the palace. The head of the servant team felt a little relaxed. After all, the masters of the palace gathered, the banned army, and the powerful madman was only beaten to the ground, even if it was It’s the legendary Xiaofan who has been killed, can he still break into the palace?
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Under the rain, Wu Zhu did not know how urgent the people in the far corner of the street wanted him to die. He did not know that the servant class had already sentenced him to death. He just wore a skull cap and held the iron bra, step by step, and was extremely stable and simply walked toward the Palace Square.
In Beiqiyu County, Fan’s new shoes bought by him were in the water and had already been soaked. With every step of the way, Wu Zhu’s mind was like a drum, hitting his heart and hitting his soul, Ye Xiaomei, Chen Pingping, Fan Xian, these seemingly distant but yet The name is very close, and it keeps ringing.
Every step, he faintly remembered some, although not clear, but very close, such as the imperial city in this cold rain, such as this full of familiar taste, full of his own glass of Kyoto, is such a familiar .
Similarly, with the first step toward the Imperial City Square, Wu Zhu’s heart was disgusted with the palace.A deeper point, this imperial city standing in the torrential rain, is so unmovable, so strict and ... disgusting.
Kyoto is the hometown, and the Imperial Palace is also the hometown.
In the rain alone, the old land, the encounter with the road, the rain and the ground, the road is quiet, and this rainy road is lazy to avoid.
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It’s not rain, it’s a team of all-in-one armor in the rain, the banned soldiers of the banned army, the rain hits the elite gray armor of these Qing dynasty military, squeaking and hitting them. In the face of awe, but can not excite the slightest change of emotion.
The emotion on the face of Wuzhu is not changed at all. His body is still leaning forward slightly, so that the skull cap on the top of the head covers the rainstorm that falls under the sky. There is no stagnation or acceleration at the foot, but it is stable at the speed he is used to. Go to the middle of the square.
Wuzhu wants to see the palace, so I have to go through the main entrance of the palace, so I have to walk through the square in this rainstorm. For him, this is an extremely simple logic. He doesn't care if anyone will stop himself. And his unusually simple logic, for the banned army responsible for the security work of the palace, is extremely cold and bold.
Fan’s news of returning to Beijing, which has been passed from Yefu last night, to today, all the upper-level figures of the Qing Dynasty know this shocking news. The palace was started from the night of the night, and the martial law began. The inspection was extremely strict, and the defense work was promoted to an unprecedented level of tension.
Even if the Kyoto garrison escorted the dean of the Superintendent of the People’s Republic of China to Beijing, the security of the entire Imperial City was not as strict as today. Because everyone knows that Fan is returning to Beijing for what he wants, he will definitely try to enter the palace again, and the Nanqing court will never give this rebellious second chance.
The patrol inspection work of the banned army was extended to a third of the area. In the morning, a heavy rain and a cold and cold feeling made everyone feel vigilant and felt guilty because they did not know Fan. Where is the leisure now, when will I go to the palace.
The small storm at the intersection of Tianhe Road actually fell into the eyes of the banned army. It was only the soldiers responsible for monitoring the security work at the periphery. It was not too important to see the sudden incident of a madman.
However, when the martial artsman wearing a skull hat and his eyes were full of amazing strength, and began to walk silently toward the palace, the banned army finally found a trace of surprise.
When the cloth shoes on the right foot of the scorpion-scorpioned scorpion set foot on the water on the bluestone slab of the Imperial City Square, the banned army issued the first warning and began to assemble the force, ready to seize the person in one fell swoop.
However, Wuzhu did not hear the warning that it was enough to make most people in the world feel chilling. He still walked in a stable and silent way. In the eyes of the imperial generals in the imperial city, the soldiers in the square were banned. In the eyes of the cold chill, walk step by step.
If the person warned three times, the clothed scorpion in the heavy rain still seemed to be unheard of, and turned a blind eye to the center of the square and toward the main entrance of the palace.Even at this time, the soldiers of the banned army still thought that this weird character was a madman and did not associate him with an assassin. Because in the eyes of the secular people, no matter how powerful the assassin, even if it was the four-year sword of the year, it is impossible to choose such a bright and awesome way to assassinate. In the encirclement of the over 10,000 banned army, under the towering palace wall, no one can Killing so many people to block, into the palace, the sword is pointing.
Unless there is a god in this world.
Therefore, the banned army thought that this weird scorpion might be just a madman with very bad luck. In such a tense situation, suddenly he reached the forbidden place in front of the palace. He was only dying.
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Wuzhu is still walking, and it seems that he did not see the banned soldiers who had stopped himself in front of him. At this time, the wind and rain are still raging. The endless rain is like a huge wave in the East China Sea. It will engulf his lonely figure, but it will never be swallowed up because he has come out of the rain.
"Kill." A banned military officer's eyes narrowed, feeling a bitter chill, from the body of the scorpion not far away, the scorpion has entered the forbidden land, and a dangerous feeling, let this The school administrator no longer hesitated and issued instructions.
With a bang, the forbidden army in front of the five bamboos pulled out the sword in unison, and the knife and light illumined the sky in front of the imperial city.
There was no sword and mans, and Wuzhu only pulled out the iron on the waist and stabbed it out. His speed is not fast in the stormy weather, and the momentum of the brazing is not so good. However, every time the iron is handed out, the tip of the tip will accurately stab the throat of a forbidden army.
Accurate, clean and stable, this is the feeling of Wuzhu when it is shot, very simple, but simple to the extreme, it has become a certain realm.
From the exit of the school official to the word, to the five bamboo stabbed all the soldiers in front of the banned soldiers, but in the past counts of time, in the rain, the bamboo body behind a bamboo body, blood just from the bodies The throat rushed out and was washed away by the rain.
In the process of killing, the speed of Wuzhu did not change at all. The pace of the two feet in the rain was still so stable, just like there was no obstacle, all the way through the rain, all the way to kill.
This is not the master of the peerless masters, nor the feeling of the strong squatting walks of all the banned forces around the palace. They just feel cold and cold, because the scorpion's shots are so stable, stable and even indifferent.
The banned army did not even know how the colleagues died under the iron, because the scorpion wearing a skull cap did not have enough momentum to break through the heavens and the earth, and his shots were not so sinister.
It’s just that the iron is like a layer of cold in the sky, it’s easy to calculate all the angles in the rain, all possible, and then pick the best
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