Seventeen vs Xiao Ziyu

01

When Seventeen opened his eyes, the sky was already dark, and only a round of Lengyue hung on the clouds to coat the blue tiles next to him with silver frost.

It was three hours later, and Seventeen yawned silently. The blue tile under her body was probably a newly-changed lyre who was lying down. She moved a piece of tile and leaned down to look down.

Sure enough, the boring dinner is not over yet.

Fortunately, he didn't wait silly and kept waiting. Seventeen, feeling lucky for his decision to sleep first, began to subconsciously search for Xiao Ziyu's figure in the crowd.

Xiao Ziyu still sits in the head position as she did before going to bed. It seems that she hasn't moved half a step at all. She still has a cold expression on her face. She sits in the same place without saying a word. From time to time, people from the rivers and lakes who don't know come to her with shy faces and toast her. , She never refused to come.

The hand that raised the sleeve to receive the wine was still steady, and the gesture of raising the head to drink was not muddled, and it looked extremely clean and tidy.

Seventeen rolled his eyes on the roof, and muttered: "Stopped."

Her condescending position is really good. As soon as she lowers her head, you can see Xiao Ziyu's right hand clenched into a fist under the table, and the **** earlobe half hidden in the ink hair.

Seventeen was suddenly a little curious, wouldn't she be tempted to drink so much wine?

Cough cough, she couldn't help but want to laugh when she thought of the dignified martial arts leader being filled with wine, she couldn't help it. She smiled hard and shook half of the tile with her hand and fell down the uncovered tile hole. .

The sound of the tiles falling to the ground was extremely crisp, and the noise in the hall was silent for an instant. Seventeen suddenly became curious about the faces of the so-called masters of the rivers and lakes when they noticed that they were being peeped, so they continued to bow their heads dead and looked into the tile cave.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes met her instantly, all of them were shocked.

As expected, these self-satisfied masters who listened to six directions and looked at all directions were blatantly peeped during such an important gathering, not to mention the degree of shame, the psychological blow alone cannot be calmed in a moment.

Xiao Ziyu was the first to react. The sharp blade made a heavy mark in the wind. Seventeen heard the sharp sound of the long sword splitting the wind. The next moment, the rubble under her collapsed and turned into Shattered tiles fell from the roof.

"It's really cruel to start." Seventeen murmured, his toes hooked to the beams, and only a pair of clear eyes appeared on the solid face covered by the black cloth, with a smile implicitly.

"Go one step next."

The voice fell on his legs, and the black clothes quickly disappeared into the depths of the night breeze across a thrilling arc in the wind.

The faces of everyone in the hall were either blue or black. It wasn't until Xiao Ziyu's scabbard with his sword slammed back that everyone thought about it. Tieqing's complexion quickly turned into a flush of anger, and the sound of angry shouts came one after another, and the chaotic shadows of swords, lights and swords Pounced out the window for an eternal night.

However, in the blink of an eye, there was a loud voice to make it easy for people to go to the building. After the excited crowd rushed out, only Xiao Ziyu remained in place.

The thin and slender right hand was holding the scabbard, the fingertips were a little blush, and his complexion was cold and unhurried and stepped out.

Outside the door, there were people from the rivers and lakes who were not strong enough to see Xiao Ziyu's busy new leader, pointing the way: "Liu and Liu Daxia are chasing that person to the west."

Xiao Ziyu nodded, and then continued to walk steadily towards the guest room where he was staying.

"Lord Xiao, Leader Xiao?" Seeing the white clothes completely disappear at the corner of the corridor, the dumbfounded group of people behind them finally called out in vain and unbelievable.

However, there is no reason.

Seventeen felt that she was about to laugh. There were too many people here. She was afraid that it would be bad if she made any noise. She immediately mentioned Qinggong, chasing Xiao Ziyu's figure, and followed her to the backyard.

Xiao Ziyu likes to be quiet, so the yard she stayed in didn't even have a person to wait on. Two solitary lamps blurred the long corridor, and she saw a figure swaying in the distance.

Sure enough, it is hard to support, Seventeen Heart.

She has been sneaking around with Xiao Ziyu for more than ten years, and she has never seen her drink so much wine. People can still regard the stability of the shelf as her strength, and now -

She was thinking about it, but she didn't slow down. When she caught up with Xiao Ziyu, her weight was unstable and tilted out. She almost subconsciously stretched out her hand to pull Xiao Ziyu.

Xiao Ziyu was completely drunk. His body was limp, unlike a master of martial arts. When he was pulled by someone, he immediately turned and tilted to the other side. By coincidence, he hit the shoulder of Seventeen.

Breath interlaced for a moment.

The whole person of Seventeen was stretched, and he looked at the corridor with lingering fears, probably for arty. This Liu Mansion dug a huge inner lake, and the long corridor was suspended above the clear water. From a distance, it was indeed picturesque.

But if it hadn't been for her to just pull it, the dignified martial arts leader would probably be drowned in the lake.

Compared with the shameful death method of drowning, is the death method of being assassinated by an unknown master a little better?

Seventeen touched the knife on his waist backhand, a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes.

She diligently assassinated Xiao Ziyu hundreds of times, and finally succeeded immediately because she was drunk?

It's... a bit embarrassing.

No matter what, what is the process? The killer's creed is of course the most important result!

The knife was half an inch out, the bitter cold light was reflected by the cold wind in the lake, a flash of light flashed across Xiao Ziyu's eyelids, and the drunk person struggling to lift his eyes.

Seventeen's hand stiffened.

The eyes of the drunk were covered with a thin layer of mist, and the faint light touched the eyes and brought a trace of innocent blankness to look over, barely leaving a trace of clarity in the eyes.

Seventeen felt cold sweat behind her back. She knew Xiao Ziyu's skill. At this moment, the two were not close to each other, and Xiao Ziyu was almost half lying on her back.

It couldn't be easier to restrain her and throw her backhand into the lake.

However, Xiao Ziyu just stared at her for a while, a slight blush appeared on his cheeks, and suddenly he bowed his head sincerely and said, "Much, thank you."

Thanks for what? Thank you, I just couldn't bear to let her drown in the lake and ruin her fame, so I was going to kill her personally?

Seventeen's head stuck for a moment, but his mouth still subconsciously continued: "Okay, easy to say, no thanks."

There was a sound of footsteps in the corridor, probably someone was coming here, and the person in front of him was obviously not able to get the result in a moment. Seventeen immediately let go and retreated. It was a fist from the rivers and lakes, and jumped into the darkness again. inside.

In fact, he didn't jump far, but he leaned on the side of the corridor to eavesdrop.

The young man hurried over and asked, "Leader, when I just came over, I saw a figure standing by the side of the leader from a distance. I don't know which hero it was?"

Xiao Ziyu was silent for a moment and replied: "Noble man."

Probably want to say that the nobles help.

After all, it was a life-saving grace, although the original intention was to kill her personally.

Listening to Xiao Ziyu's staggering footsteps drifting away, the seventeen felt sadness came from it.

02

Seventeen's luck has not been very good.

When he was seven years old, there was a famine in his hometown. My father and mother could not support their five children. They decided to send them to the mountain as an apprentice to a reclusive hero. The mountain was bitter and cold and far away from the world.

So my parents found five bamboo sticks, one long and one short, she just happened to draw the short one.

She went up to the mountain and kowtowed to the reclusive hero. The master drank tea at the top and asked her name. Her voice was still childish, and Nuo Nuo said, "In response to Master's words, my name is Shi Qingyi."

Master's ears are not very good when he is old, so he praised it very much: "Seventeen, a good name."

Shi Qingyue: "..."

Since then, her name has been changed, and every day in the valley, she was called Xiao Shiqi by her senior brothers and sisters. Xiao Shi remembered to get up in the morning to feed the chickens.

Every day the chicken is not called out to practice the exercises, and the dog comes back to sleep with a wound after falling asleep.

When she made a small achievement in martial arts, the master asked all the disciples to lay out a line of wax **** on the table. The task of becoming a teacher was written in the wax balls. Based on God's will, she once again won the strongest one.

The little son of the martial arts leader, Xiao Ziyu.

Seventeen first saw Xiao Ziyu when he was just twelve years old.

It was the winter of a year, and the New Year's Eve was approaching. A string of red lanterns hung under the eaves covered by fresh snow. Master led her to the door of Xiao Mansion through the knee-deep snow.

The high-ranking families are very different from their dilapidated valleys.

"Master, are you taking the disciple to see your relatives?" Her voice was immature, she let out a sip of white steam in her palm, and followed her up to the high courtyard wall of Xiao Mansion with the help of her feet.

The master glanced at her, applauded her light work, and continued: "No, I will show you the dead."

Seventeen stunned for a moment, puzzled: "But this is not Yizhuang?"

"Who said that only Yizhuang has dead people?" The master lifted her collar while kicking her, the wind was blowing under her feet, and she was very skillfully carrying her on the wall of Xiaofu courtyard. After a while, the master and apprentice lay on their faces. A courtyard wall in the inner courtyard.

This is a very elegant little yard, planted with two white plums, the fresh snow is the same color as plum blossoms, and the little girl standing under the rugged flower tree is dressed in white, carved in pink and jade, and her skin is white under the snow, as if it can be broken by a bomb. , The long sword in his hand is as silver as practice.

Before she had time to marvel at the pure white scenery, a sharp sword light had already swept her eyes first. She hadn't reacted yet, and the master had kicked her off the wall.

"Who?" The girl's face was cold, and the sword light poured down like a handful of heavy snow.

Seventeen stiffly tilted his head. Behind the wall is a clean sky after snow, clear blue like a wash, no one is left.

She knew immediately that she could only rely on herself this time.

"Competition, competition." She heard her stammering voice.

The girl stared at her for a moment, and she didn't know whether she believed it or not, but at any rate she withdrew the sword. If the sword stung, a flower flashed in front of her.

After struggling to get up from the snowdrift, she saw another sword in the girl's hand.

The girl handed her the sword with a solemn expression: "Competition."

She was stunned, and later realized she remembered the embarrassment that she had just fallen off, and the pain in her **** until now, and then she held the sword and rushed over with a loud shout.

A quarter of an hour later she was thrown out by the Xiao Family Nursing Home.

The master had just finished eating a bowl of wontons, and when he came picking his teeth, he did not forget that he had a poor apprentice who had been beaten, and brought her two sesame seeds.

She clutched her swollen right cheek and asked angrily while gnawing on the pancakes: "You said let me look at the dead, this one is obviously alive!"

"In the heart of a killer, her prey should be a dead person," the master criticized her. "This shows that you are not a qualified killer."

Yes, in the eyes of the honest villagers, all the martial arts are heroes, but in fact, the master he worshiped is a killer who everyone calls and beats.

Every wax pill is a life if you take money and money and kill people.

Of course, this is not the most important thing. The important thing is: "Wait? Xiao Ziyu was the one in white clothes just now?"

"Otherwise, what do I bring you over?" The master despised.

"Isn't it that the leader of the martial arts league is a little boy?!"

——So why is she a little girl who is carved with powder and jade!

No one answered this question for her. Master took her to search for food on a snowy night. He only told her one thing. If you want to become a teacher, you will kill Xiao Ziyu. Take Xiao Ziyu’s item and go back to the valley, and she will no longer be. The humble little seventeen in the valley.

From then on, she started her miserable half of her life. For the next ten years, she was confessing why she was so hurried in the first place. How could she have chosen Xiao Ziyu?

——Xiao Ziyu is a rare young genius in this century.

And seventeen's whole life has been learned only to kill her.

It's not that if the enemy doesn't gather their heads, they will bang their heads and break the blood.