Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

There are millions of residents in Anyi City, thousands of households, and there is a remote courtyard belonging to Shen Zhaoyun.

It's a pity that Shen Zhaoyun's yard has only four walls, but it doesn't look like a home at all. Apart from the necessary daily necessities, there is not a single superfluous addition.The yard was empty, and the fallen leaves from last autumn still remained at the base of the wall. After a whole winter of corrosion, it has become a shack for ants.A thick layer of dust fell on the stove in the corner, and it has always been a paradise for spiders.

Shen Zhaoyun has lived here for more than half a year, but the yard hasn't gained any popularity. He hasn't even entertained a single guest. Apart from him, ants and spiders, the only person who comes in and out of the house is a cat named Fat Flower.

Fat Flower is really not a guest, it came uninvited.Once Shen Zhaoyun brought back some smoked fish from the tavern, carefully wrapped them in oiled paper bags, and planned to enjoy them the next day, but unexpectedly, a black cat climbed into the courtyard wall, and was not polite to him, paws He opened the paper bag, licked all the smoked fish in front of him, and then buried them in the corner of the wall one by one, eating them every night.

Since then, the owner of the yard has given it a name.

Fat Hua is neither fat nor flowery, it is a sensitive black cat with eyes like two golden slits and body like a black lightning bolt.The reason why it was named Fat Flower was only because Shen Zhaoyun liked the name.

Shen Zhaoyun is such a casual person.

He seldom cares about gains and losses, right and wrong, and he does everything from the heart, but his heart yearns for freedom, and he especially doesn't like to be in debt, so he did a stupid thing, putting the entrustment of the Wuxi tribe on his shoulders.

The acquaintance of the tavern owner often scolded him: "You live like a person with no tomorrow."

As everyone knows, he has already given up tomorrow to an uncompetitive promise.

That night, he returned home even later than Fat Hua. When he opened the door, the east had already turned pale, and the faint light shone on Fat Hua's black fur, showing its vigor even more.

Shen Zhaoyun's spirit was completely opposite, with a tired face, dark circles around his eyes, and sluggishness.

It can't really be his fault, because he hasn't closed his eyes all night.

That night, there were not many soldiers in Anyi who were lucky enough to close their eyes.This was all because of the sudden change. At dusk, the evening bells rang in all the neighborhoods, and the heralds went through the streets to announce that the grand ceremony would be held ahead of schedule to the next day.

There are only a few words in the oracle, but the defenders in the city suffer, and they come out all night to prepare for tomorrow's grand event.It was also hard for Shen Zhaoyun, who was arrested and went back to work as soon as he finished drinking, and worked until early in the morning before being replaced by his colleagues who changed shifts.

Standing on the wall of the Wengcheng, he watched groups of soldiers walking like ants in the center of the altar, moving the nine huge tripods around and forming a circle.

This is the ritual vessel used in tomorrow's sacrifice. On the nine tripods are engraved the famous mountains and rivers of Kyushu, rare treasures, and one tripod symbolizes one state.At this time, Jiuding was covered with thick silk cloth, like a girl who has not left the boudoir, mysterious and unpredictable.Shen Zhaoyun heard the officers and soldiers around whispering, everyone wanted to see the elegant demeanor of Zhen Guo's heavy weapon.

But he was carrying heavy worries.

Knowing too much is really not a happy thing.What's more, the people who once shared the secret with him have all passed away now.

When he returned to his house, he saw the cat squatting in the corner eating and drinking at a glance. He squatted down beside Fat Hua, looked at its carefree appearance, sighed, and said: "To this day, it is still the same cat. No one found me, you said, is there no hope for us?"

Fat Flower raised his head, but his expression was not as indifferent and arrogant as usual. Instead, he walked to its feet, bent down, and rubbed his muddy shoes.

Shen Zhaoyun raised his eyebrows: "It's strange, what panacea did you take today, and a conscience grew in your stomach?"

Fat Flower grabbed his calf, turned around and walked away, jumping onto the stove with one stride.

"Wait a minute, since you have found out with conscience, why don't you let me..."

He stretched out his hand to the stove, aimed his palm at the top of the cat's head, and snapped it down like catching insects.

"Mr. Shen! Be careful!" A voice stopped him.

Of course, it is not the cat's soft fur that needs to be careful, but a silver hidden weapon, as thin as a needle and as sharp as a knife.

As soon as the words fell, a hidden weapon sprang out from the night, biting his hand unceremoniously like a tiger's teeth.

Before the tiger closed his mouth, a clearer sword qi brushed past, pushing the hidden weapon away.

The cat had already panicked and left without a trace.

Shen Zhaoyun's hand was still hanging in the air, he sighed annoyedly: "Oh, I still couldn't touch Fat Hua's head once."

His tone showed great regret, as if saying goodbye to a close friend.

Instead of the cat, a person appeared in front of him.A young man in a green shirt had a completely unfamiliar face, and his awe-inspiring eyes fell on his face.

Although he had never seen this person before, this person called out his name: "Mr. Shen, there is another person in ambush behind you."

There is no need to remind, Shen Zhaoyun has already heard the rustling sound on the other side of the courtyard wall.

What should come has finally come.

He was not surprised, he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

He unceremoniously extended his hand to the young man beside him: "Lend me your scabbard."

The second attack has arrived.

The hidden weapon just now was just a test, but this time, silver needles fell from the surroundings like dense rain, trapping the two of them in the narrow courtyard wall, like prey in a cage.

Prey can't resist, but people can.

The Qilin sword danced quickly, weaving an umbrella with the sword energy, and resisting the battle of the silver needles with a clear and dignified sound.Zhuo Yinglian's proud hidden weapon, the Burying Flower Ling, turned into soft raindrops under his sword, and scattered on the surrounding ground, none of them hit the target.

However, the rain was nothing more than a feint.

Cold Hook emerged from the darkness, like a snake emerging from deep grass, spitting out its letter, and bit the sword-bearer's arm.

The scabbard moves faster than the snake.

At the critical moment, Shen Zhaoyun pulled out the scabbard, wrapped it around the tip of the cold hook, and took advantage of the trend to circle it.The movement of the wrist was light and quick, and the scabbard was as soft as a whip, dissipating the force of the hook in an incredible way.

He raised his hand, and the soft whip turned into a sharp blade, and he slammed the hook away.

The iron hook hit the mud wall with a dull sound.

Shen Zhaoyun raised the corner of his mouth and said: "Little ghost, if you want to fight martial arts with your teacher, your skills are still a little tender."

Although he has not seen the person, he already knows the identity of the other person, because he taught that person's martial arts with his own hands.

He was rescued by the Wuxi tribe and lived in Ah Ming's house. When he met the frail and sick child, in order to make him more happy, he taught him all the martial arts skills he possessed.

He didn't expect that one day, Tianxing would use the kung fu he taught to deal with him.

He was back to back with the young man, while the enemy had rolled into the yard.

He turned his head and asked, "Where should we go?"

Di Dongqing put the sword back into its sheath, and said, "Go along the way you came here."

The tip of the Kirin Sword pointed at the dusty stove.

He looked intently, and there was a dark hole in the depths of his stove.

"It turns out that if you don't cook for a long time, a road will grow in the stove."

Di Dongqing said: "...I dug it overnight."

"Dig it under my stove?"

"Stovetop? I thought it was a spider's nest until I saw it with my own eyes."

The spider had already been scared away by the tense battle, Di Dongqing climbed onto the stove and got in without looking back.Shen Zhaoyun shook his head and followed closely behind.