Chapter 1 The Assassinated Qianhu in Jinyi

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The flickering candlelight illuminated a private house with a closed door, and the shadows of the furniture swayed slightly on the ground. Suddenly, a soft whistle came from the dark and quiet room.

"Well, my head hurts!"

Meng Jing stared at the unfamiliar face in the bronze mirror, touched his face with his palms, and recalled memories that did not belong to him.

Meng Jing, who had the commander's back, was running rampant in the capital, and no one dared to offend anyone. Liu Shiyi wanted to eliminate anyone and directly gave the order to Meng Jing. Meng Jing led the Jinyi guards to come to the house to ransack the house or intercept and kill him. In general, Liu Shiyi's secret activities were shady.

, almost all were completed by Meng Jing.

Recalling this, Meng Jing eagerly checked the wounds on his body, only to find that the sword wounds on his body had disappeared inexplicably, and the penetrating chest wound had disappeared without a trace.

There was a crash.

With extreme panic in his heart, Meng Jing felt a sense of dizziness. He knew that this was caused by excessive blood loss in the body.

It is not the katana commonly used by Japanese warriors, but the long sword of the martial arts people from the Central Plains. It is also a soft sword that is rare in the world. However, almost all of this person's methods of killing enemies are Japanese swordsmanship and a small number of ninjutsu hidden weapons.

Meng Jing thought to himself: "I don't want to think about this for the time being, I have to save my life first."

Over time, the officials in the capital and the martial arts people near the capital had a deep hatred for Meng Jing. They wanted to cut his body into thousands of pieces and carried out assassinations to get rid of Meng Jing.

Beijing uncovered the perpetrators.

But Meng Jing survived the catastrophe. When the assassins relaxed, they were caught off guard and threw secret explosives and dust explosives, and escaped over the wall at the moment when the enemy lost sight.

Although it is very rewarding, it is also a small gathering that increases friendship, even though they gather every day.

But today, Meng Jing suffered an unprecedented assassination.

It's a good thing that our own people found him all the way, but if the assassins found it through blood stains, they would be doomed.

"No wounds? I clearly remember being slashed by many people! The Japanese master suddenly penetrated his right chest with a sword when he was distracted by the enemy."

At this time, the sky was dark, and there were almost no lights on the street except for the silver moon in the sky, which gave a ray of light. Therefore, the line of sight on the street was not clear, otherwise the blood dripping from his escape would be easily discovered.

The assassins should still be looking for traces of him at this time. He definitely left a trail of blood when he escaped. It is only a matter of time before they find him.

In the first year of joining the job, Meng Jing inherited his father's official position, so he directly served as Xiaoqi. In the third year, he served as Baihu, and in the seventh year, he served as Qianhu. Now it is Meng Jing's second year as the Fusi Qianhu in Beizhen.

And Meng Jing only ran to this private house to bandage his wounds. Meng Jing suffered so many injuries. If he didn't bandage them to stop the bleeding, he would definitely die. But Meng Jing overestimated his physical fitness.

His original name was Meng Jing. His father and even his grandfather's generation were all from Jinyiwei. Although his family did not have a huge fortune, it was still well-off. Meng Jing had been fond of martial arts since he was a child and practiced martial arts assiduously since he was a child. When he was sixteen years old, he

His father died unexpectedly while on a mission, and his son inherited his father's legacy and joined the Jinyi Guard.

However, Liu Shiyi, who was rescued by him, is now the powerful commander of Jinyiwei. Now that Jinyiwei has united with Dongchang, the governor of Dongchang and the commander of Jinyiwei can be said to have overwhelming power.

Meng Jing didn't know why, everything was unknown, and he couldn't help but feel panic in his heart.

Fortunately, there is a night ban in Ming Dynasty.

In the middle of the process, he shouted "Golden Finger" a few more times but there was no response. Meng Jing gave up the idea for the time being.

Meng Jing didn't think much and instinctively turned sideways.

Now he is in the next era?

In a life-and-death battle, one man fought dozens of people with one knife.

Escape back to Beizhen Fusi?

There is a night ban. People who have lived in the capital for generations know the consequences of violating this law. It is okay to be caught by an official on duty, but if you run into the Jin Yiwei patrolling and monitoring, it will be a big problem.

The original owner of this body was Beizhen Fusi Jinyiwei. What surprised Meng Jing was that the original owner was actually a Qianhu.

Seeing the shape of the hidden weapon inserted on the floor, Meng Jing was shocked and shouted in her heart: It's that Japanese assassin!

The three horned star darts were stuck neatly and solemnly on the ground, exuding a cold and murderous aura.

Meng Jing was about to graduate from university and planned to go to an exciting venue with her roommates for a night of fun. The roommates were all in high spirits and talked loudly before going, but they found that everyone's wallet balance was too low, so they just stayed in the dormitory for one night.

Meng Jing loved martial arts and paid great attention to martial arts classics. He used his private power to loot all the martial arts treasures of martial arts sects near the capital.

If martial arts alone were enough in Jinyiwei, it would not be enough for Meng Jing to be promoted so quickly. The main reason was that when Meng Jinggang was on a mission as a small flag, he accidentally saved the life of Liu Shiyi, the envoy of North Town at that time, and they formed a bond from then on.

Got an official relationship.

The number of assassins is far greater than before. In the past, it was just people with mediocre martial arts who assassinated people, but this time there were more than thirty people, secretly lurking in his house, waiting for him to come back to suddenly kill him. If there were thirty people, maybe Meng Jing wouldn't be able to kill him.

Although he took it seriously, what made Meng Jing angry was that a Japanese master whose martial arts skills were not inferior to his was involved.

Meng Jing was also tired. When she was bored, she randomly clicked on a web game... Before entering the game, she lay directly on the table, listened to her roommates greeting the enemy's and friend's family, and fell asleep.

To put it simply, Meng Jing is an extremely sharp knife in Liu Shiyi's hand. He can cut wherever he points.

Although his reputation is not good, his status is high.

What the hell?

This...this is? time travel?

Meng Jing, who stood for a long time and accepted the reality, staggered to a bronze mirror standing on the table. The bronze mirror was polished extremely smooth by the craftsmen, and the dim candlelight printed Meng Jing's face in the mirror.

Halfway through the package... it hung up.

Although the power of his secret explosives was average, the sound was enough to spread for miles and wake people up from their sleep. However, except for the howling cold wind, no one went out on the streets of the capital.

Meng Jing blew out the candle, bowed and walked slowly to the door. He gently pushed the door open to reveal a small gap. He looked at the dim and deserted street, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After an all-nighter.

But he had to hold on. He had to at least wait until the Jinyi Guards or City Guards supported him. Meng Jing didn't want to die here inexplicably...

When Meng Jing learned that she had time traveled to a Qianhu, she was extremely excited at first, but after learning everything about the original owner in detail from her memory... her expression changed and she stood there like changing faces in a Sichuan opera.

Just when Meng Jing let down his guard, the hairs on his hair suddenly stood up. This was an instinctive warning of danger from years of martial arts practice.

Meng Jing pondered.

For a long time, no one dared to assassinate him.

Just like that...a soul that is confused about life quietly takes over this body.

Meng Jing got up with his head hurting, his eyes full of shock, his mouth slightly open, showing an incredible expression.

There were countless injuries on his body, and he was seriously injured when the Japanese master thrust his sword through his chest.

With the help of the moonlight, Meng Jing could see the blade of the sword clearly.

Suddenly, a thin sword penetrated the door and pierced Meng Jing's head. Meng Jing was frightened. He raised his hands instinctively and suddenly clamped the sword blade, then let go of the sword and quickly retreated into the room.

Meng Jing saw that the wooden door was cut open, as simple and crude as cutting tofu. The broken door and the moonlight filtered in, and the man in black with a sword slowly stepped in.

This made Meng Jing relax his vigilance for a long time.

At three o'clock on the first watch, the drum is sounded to prohibit travel, and at three o'clock on the fifth watch, the morning bell is sounded to lift the night ban.

Didn't he play games in the dormitory all night with his roommates?

He fell to the ground and rolled around, moaning for a long time.

It is unknown how long Meng Jing ran away, ran through several streets and alleys, and then hid in a private house after throwing away the assassins. With a knife in his hand, he wiped the neck of the owner who woke up from his sleep, and then bandaged the wound inside.

There were not even people who were curious to watch the excitement.

This memory is full of killing and blood, which is simply not something Meng Jing can bear at his age.

He stared blankly at the pool of blood on the ground. The place where the blood was was the place where Meng Jing lost too much blood and fell to the ground and fainted. It was also the place where Meng Jing woke up after traveling through time.

The original person Meng Jing’s instinct to fight against the enemy.

Then.

Unfortunately, there were countless sword wounds on his body, and there was even a penetrating wound. Meng Jing lost too much blood and fainted.

If he could escape to Beizhen Fusi, his life would be safe, but if he went to such great lengths to assassinate me, there would probably be assassins specifically ambushing him near Beizhen Fusi, so he must not fall into a trap.

Meng Jing's movements were smooth and smooth, like lightning, he pulled out the embroidered spring knife from his waist and assumed a defensive posture.

At the beginning, the fight at the house was too fierce. Meng Jing had no time to use secret explosives, basically to resist the swords coming from all around. If he was distracted at that time, he would probably be hacked to death next time.

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After a while, strange memories exploded in his mind.

A slender figure gradually climbed up from the ground with difficulty, and the flickering candlelight shone on his pale, paper-like face.

Meng Jing was very tired, his limbs felt like lead, and it was difficult to move even one step. He felt as if his limbs no longer belonged to him.
To be continued...