Xinglu has been restless these days.
As the most trusted white-haired swordsman by Master Fuhu, he controls most of the business of Fuhu Manor. It can be said that he holds a small amount of power and lives a decent and wealthy life. Lord Fuhu went up the mountain today and left the business at the bottom of the mountain under his care, giving him a few more days of freedom.
Originally he should be happy, but he couldn't be happy when he thought about all the signs that appeared in the manor.
Nowadays, the gossip and chatter in the city is disturbing. Not surprisingly, the swordsmen and slaves in the manor were affected by the message "Run to freedom" and were ready to take action. This leaves Xinglu as the middle layer sandwiched in the middle to become a sandwich pancake.
On the one hand, his life is stable and prosperous, and he has no ambitions. He has lost the motivation to take risks. He thinks that his life span is more than ten years at most, so he won't bother with it?
On the one hand, he also knew that he was a sword slave and knew where he came from. In order to please the master, some managers of the manor treated the sword slaves more harshly than the master, and went out of their way to squeeze the slaves into flattering the master. Xinglu would not do such a thing.
He has always been kind to others and did not tyrannize with the swordsmen. Some sword slaves offended their masters. He helped or interceded or concealed things to keep everyone safe. He also did not deprive the lowest level sword slaves of their food and clothing. The other sword slaves in the manor have good relationships.
When he discovered that his sword slave was showing signs of restlessness, his first reaction was to conceal it - no matter what important matter he had, he would hide it from his master first, and nothing would happen.
As a result, the matter was concealed, but the matter could not be calmed down. Instead, it intensified, and there were further signs. This put him in a difficult situation, and the more he thought about it, the more he regretted it - it was none of his business in the first place, but because he helped hide it, it became his business.
If something happens, no matter whether others succeed or fail, can the master let him go? Isn't it a dead end for both left and right?
Or should I do the opposite?
But...I don't think so, do I?
He sent Master Fuhu away and walked back tangledly.
This entanglement ended abruptly when he returned to the room, leaving only extreme panic and cold hands and feet.
On his desk, someone placed a note and a yellow cloth belt.
He hadn't read the content of the note yet, and instinctively felt that something bad was going on. His heart was beating like a drum, and he almost didn't dare to read what was written on the note.
After half a day of mental construction, he still reached out tremblingly to twist the note and peeked at it.
Just read on the paper:
“At the time of the Tiger Sun, the sun will rise in the east.
The yellow scarf binds the forehead, and the shackles are lifted.
Fight out of Yulang and never be a slave! "
really!
Xinglu's face turned pale, and he looked like he was crying but not crying, or smiling but not smiling: It was indeed this kind of letter to persuade people to rebel!
Moreover, this was not the kind of non-directional flyer that flew over the street and just caught it in hand, glanced at it and threw it away quickly. Someone pried open his door and placed it on the table in his bedroom.
Just show it to him and force him to choose.
No, it is said to be a choice, but in fact there is no choice at all.
He knew that this kind of failure would lead to death without a burial place. Secrets such as the time and method were all in front of him. If he didn't join in, could he be allowed to survive?
If anyone dared to pick his door lock, someone would dare to pick his head!
can only say……
Or his good popularity has been useful. Usually before something like this happens, everyone has to kill people and sacrifice the flag. If he usually acted as a villain and bullied everyone hard, he happened to be pulled out and chopped with a sword, but now he was just being dragged into the gang and his brothers were really giving him face.
Xinglu was crying and thinking silently in his heart:
Tiger Day...isn't it today?
Long Shi... Chen Shi?
What time is it now? Isn't it already over?
Soon, he knew.
At a certain moment, he suddenly felt light all over his body, as if the invisible shackles had been removed, and his whole body was light and airy.
This lightness does not mean lightness in gravity, but ease in all aspects from soul to life. It was a feeling he had never felt before. Only when he felt it personally now did he realize: So, can living be so easy?
Is this the lifting of shackles?
So...the time has come!
In an instant, Xinglu's resistance to this matter melted away - he had fulfilled his promise first, and he was already very sincere. At least it was not some insidious person who just incited the sword slaves to die with their words.
Even just for this moment of relaxation, many sword slaves are really willing to sacrifice their lives.
It's just that Xinglu is not that bloody, he is still afraid and worried: the fear comes from the unknown, he doesn't know what he will face after going out? This fear made him sit indoors, motionless, as if waiting to die.
I was hesitating alone, and the sounds of people gradually started to sound in my ears. At first there were just a few sporadic sounds, but gradually they became louder and louder, one after another, everywhere in the southeast, northwest, and it was like a pot was boiling outside the door.
The sound was getting closer and closer, and it seemed that it was already outside the hospital. Xinglu's desire to survive told him that he could not hesitate. He hurriedly tied the cloth strip on his head and hurriedly pushed the door open.
As soon as he went out, he saw a group of people coming straight towards him. At first glance, they all had white hair, and they were all familiar faces to him. They were the swordsmen in the manor. Judging from the number of people, probably eight out of ten of them were here. Nine.
These swordsmen all have bright swords and are full of evil spirits, like robbers breaking into the door. Xinglu was worried: Although he still chose to join, would he be slaughtered because of his hesitation and the result of being misunderstood?
The two sides met and paused at the same time. The swordsmen team first let out a cheer. A swordsman in front called Xingwang and said loudly: "I knew Brother Lu would not betray us! Look! He has a yellow belt, he is on our side !”
Xinglu forced a smile and wanted to explain that he was late. Xingwang took a step forward and said, "Let Brother Xinglu be the leader of our team!" The team cheered loudly.
Xinglu panicked and shouted: "I can't do it, I can't do it! I don't have the ability. You go forward, and I will follow you!"
Xingwang smiled and said: "Who else can this leader be besides you? Everyone sees the benefits you do to us and knows you are a reliable person. We will not accept anyone but you!"
Everyone swarmed forward and pushed him to the front.
Surrounded by everyone, Xinglu had no choice but to walk out, muttering: "Don't harm me, don't harm me..."
As soon as I walked out of the gate, I saw people on the street, mostly swordsmen. The doors of every house are open, and people are running out, coming and going, and the figures are bright.
There were sounds of fighting in some houses, while others were already on fire with thick smoke billowing from them. In comparison, Fuhu Manor was already very peaceful.
Xinglu looked up and saw a golden flag flying on the city wall not far away. Facing the morning sun, it became more and more golden, shining and brilliant.
Almost instantly, Xinglu reacted and said: "Go there! Go under the banner!"
He was promoted as the leader. On the one hand, everyone did not dare to come forward in such matters and instinctively wanted to seek shelter. On the other hand, he really had a high prestige. Once he gave an order, everyone would naturally obey.
Now the group of people headed outside the city. From time to time, we saw teams from other estates on the road. These teams all use the manor as a small team, with more than ten people and as few as three or five people.
This is basically the number of white-haired swordsmen in each manor. Except for a few manors, those who dare to stand out or even escape must be swordsmen. As for the sword slaves at the lowest level, they don't have the strength to run even if they are freed from their shackles, and the swordsmen don't pay much attention to them and won't let them join the team.
Not all manors have nearly brought out swordsmen like Fuhu Manor. The swordsmen in some manors are not only small in number, but also stained with blood on their clothes. It is obvious that a civil war has broken out. There may be some middle-level people like Xinglu who were not good people in the past and made people resentful, so they were killed at this time.
No matter how many people there are, these swordsmen teams can be regarded as comrades running towards freedom, but they are very defensive against each other and have no idea of joining forces.
In essence, they are still swordsmen, not ordinary people. Compared with the simple idea of "there is strength in numbers", they are more accustomed to the survival rules of Gangliangshan such as self-preservation, suspicion, and beggar-thy-neighbor behavior.
Xinglu didn't want to rashly approach people he didn't know, but he didn't rule out joining forces with close acquaintances. Their team already had a lot of people, and adding a few more people would be a great advantage. At that time, even if you meet the powerful mastermind behind the scenes, you will be able to win a place.
When it comes to choosing reliable teammates, the first thing he thinks of is Jianglong Manor. The two manor houses, Subduing the Dragon and Subduing the Tiger, were called together. The owner of the manor was relatively close, and the swordsmen were relatively familiar with each other. In particular, he also recognized the supervisor over there and knew that he was also a person with authority and would be able to pull the team together so that they would not be overpowered.
Thinking of this, he led the team around a small corner and was passing by the door of the manor shop.
From a distance, I saw that the shop door was closed and there was no movement at all. Xinglu was a little surprised and said: "Didn't Jianglong Manor participate in the incident? That's not..."
Traitor?
For such a big thing, it's not like you won't participate if you say you won't. At this time, everyone is holding back their anger and doing big things that are out of their minds. If you want to be alone, you will have trouble with others, and someone will take the opportunity to vent their anger on you.
He figured this out the moment he put on the yellow scarf.
He felt that he should remind the other party, but he didn't go to the door to explain his interests. He just wanted to shout his meaning through the wall.
As he approached, he saw the door open a crack, and a swordsman walked out carrying large and small bags.
Xing Lu was surprised. He basically recognized all the swordsmen in Jianglong Manor. Why didn't he remember such a one?
Looking at this person's demeanor and the way he carries things, could it be...
When the man saw the people coming from Fuhu Manor, he couldn't hide his panic expression and wanted to hide everything behind his back. Xinglu became more and more convinced and shouted: "There is a thief! Take it!"
All the swordsmen rushed forward and immediately surrounded the thief. We are both swordsmen. If there are more people than there are fewer people, it will be crushing.
The man's first reaction was to draw his sword, but seeing that the group of white-haired swordsmen numbered at least two digits, they were really outnumbered. He threw down his stolen goods as a sign of surrender, and only said loudly: "Everyone, you can see clearly that I am not a thief!"
Xinglu shouted: "What is it if it's not a thief? We are doing big things here, but as a sword slave, you don't help, but you stab and steal things from behind? This is even more despicable than an ordinary thief! Cut him off!"
Everyone immediately moved forward, some of them were about to cut with their swords, and some were waiting to pick up the stolen goods. The man shouted: "No! I'm not a thief! I just took the dead people's things. The swordsmen of Jianglong Manor are all dead, die Jue It's gone! If the owner of the thing is gone, can I call it stealing if I take it? That's called picking!"
