'Nine' is the 'yang number', and ninety-nine is the 'Double Ninth Festival'.
The Double Ninth Festival is a day of great auspiciousness. Climbing high places, praying for a good harvest, worshiping ancestors and planting dogwood trees, everywhere from the palace to the people is filled with an auspicious atmosphere.
At the sacrificial ceremony, Yingping comforted his ancestors in heaven in front of hundreds of civil and military officials. The ceremony was by no means unceremonious, and Yingping felt a little tired after walking through the process.
Yin Jingting, Wang Yanqing and others stood at the foot of the steps. While Yingping turned his back to pray, Wang Yanqing changed his usual low-key posture, raised his head and stared straight at Yingping's back.
Suddenly, a gaze from the side came directly over, making Wang Yanqing feel a slight burning sensation. When he turned around to look, he saw Gongsun Cuo staring at him. Wang Yanqing was startled, and then smiled at Gongsun Cuo as if he remembered something.
Faced with Wang Yanqing's friendly smile, Gongsun Cuo seemed to have come to his senses and nodded lightly to Wang Yanqing in response.
Then, as if nothing happened, the two of them withdrew their gazes and continued to look at Yingping who was standing high up.
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Wen Junchen did not stay in the palace today, but chose to return to his hometown outside Chang'an City.
Although it was only half a day's journey from the palace to his home, he had never returned home since the first month of this year. In fact, Wen Junchen has no one left in his family. His parents both passed away ten years ago, and he has no children. Now there is only one younger brother left in his hometown. But home is always home and a lifelong concern. Even so, Wen Junchen would still come back here during the holidays, for no other reason than to pay homage in front of his parents' graves most of the time to express his longing for them.
Now what Wen Junchen did was related to the future of Yingping, the future of the people, and the future of the New Tang Dynasty, and he did not dare to neglect it at all. The time he spent in the palace was like one day being used as two days. All he had learned and wished for in his whole life were put into practice in these six months, and it was clearly revealed. This was the first time in the past six months that he felt that he was living so truly and with himself——
Although he has worked extremely hard in the past six months.
Thinking of this, Wen Junchen smiled while sitting in the carriage. When he returned to his hometown this time, he specially brought some fruits, water and wine, and went to pay homage to his parents' graves. It was also a way to tell his parents that now he could finally show off his ambitions. If they were still alive, The spirit must feel happy.
The carriage swayed on the road. This carriage was more luxurious than ordinary carriages, attracting passers-by to look back.
This car was specially given to Wen Junchen by Yingping. Originally, Yingping wanted to be more high-profile and directly reward his master for returning home, but Wen Junchen refused. Now Yingping has not established a strong foundation in the court, it is too much. It's not a good thing to be public. Yingping had nothing to do with his master, so he had to use this car instead.
After returning to the small village where they grew up in the past, the children in the village circled around the two gorgeous carriages like bees and butterflies attracted by the bright flowers. When had these children ever seen such a magnificent car? What's more, there were four guards following the car, which was a rare lively event for this small village. After the villagers inquired about it, they learned that the Wen eldest son who had been accepted as a disciple by his husband had now transformed into the teacher of the current emperor!
The emperor's master has returned home, no wonder the battle is like this!
The emperor values heroes and his articles teach others;
Everything is of inferior quality, but reading is of high quality.
The villagers took out their children and pointed at Wen Junchen's carriage to educate them. What they said was nothing more than, "There are thousands of bells in the book, and there is a house of gold in the book." Naturally, the eyes of these children also showed envy. , secretly vowed to study hard.
The carriage stopped in front of a small house, followed by four guards.
These four guards were transferred from the Shence Camp by Ying Ping and specially assigned to Wen Junchen to protect their safety. After the carriage stopped, one of the guards walked up to the carriage and said respectfully: "Mr. Wen, please get out of the car."
Wen Junchen got out of the car, and a very friendly little house appeared in front of him. This small house is located in the corner of the village. There is a mountain forest just ahead. The ancestors of the villagers have been buried beside this mountain forest for generations. Therefore, there are only a few families around Wen Junchen's home.
Wen Junchen turned to the four guards and said: "Thank you four for protecting me! If you don't mind, please come and sit down in the humble house——"
The four of them looked at each other, and then the guard who took the lead nodded.
Wen Junchen made a gesture of invitation and took the lead to walk home.
Seeing that Wen Junchen was still dressed as a frail scholar in the past, the curiosity of the villagers was not as strong as before. When Wen Junchen and his party entered the hut, the crowd of onlookers quickly dispersed.
The small village returned to its previous peace.
Wen Junchen walked into the yard and shouted loudly: "Yili! Big brother is back——"
Wen Yili is Wen Junchen's second brother. He stays in the village all year round and takes care of this small home.
There was a crisp 'ding-dong' sound from the back room, as if someone had put down the kitchen knife. Then, a middle-aged man who looked somewhat similar to Wen Junchen ran out of the kitchen. He watched Wen Junchen run happily. He came over, ran to Wen Junchen, wiped his hands on the apron a few times, and grabbed Wen Junchen.
"Brother! You're back, why haven't I seen you for more than half a year!"
"Haha, I'm busy with my official duties. I'm afraid I won't have time to go home in the future."
"Hey, brother is now the one doing big things..."
"Go and take the horses at the door to feed them some grass."
"Hey! Okay -" Wen Yili trotted outside the courtyard, fearing that his eldest brother's horse would be hungry. But halfway through, he suddenly stopped and turned around, saying to his eldest brother: "Brother, I forgot to tell you that a junior brother of yours has come to our house and is sitting in the room -"
Junior brother? Wen Junchen felt quite puzzled, "Lao San?" Daliang? Shichiro? He can't be his junior brother, can he? He was by Yingping's side during the sacrificial ceremony today.
Wen Junchen was confused. He walked towards the house and pushed the door open, only to see a familiar figure appear in the hut.
"Qilang?" Wen Junchen said with a hint of surprise.
When Qi Lang heard Wen Junchen calling him, he walked towards the door from the back room.
When Wen Junchen was about to ask why Qilang came to his home, the scene in front of him suddenly made Wen Junchen feel a little strange. He saw Qilang walking towards him at a normal speed. He didn't know what he sensed, and his eyes suddenly turned cold. As if he had changed into a different person, a strong murderous aura burst out from his body, instantly filling the whole room. Even Wen Junchen, who had no understanding of martial arts at all, felt the evil aura emanating from Qilang at this moment!
Seeing Qilang's terrifying look, Wen Junchen couldn't help but take a small step back, as if frightened by the evil spirit in the room, he shouted in surprise -
"Shichiro, what are you..."
Just as Wen Junchen was about to ask, Qilang suddenly got angry and rushed towards him with a kick, his eyes full of murderous intent, like a beast locked on target.
Wen Junchen was frightened by Qilang's ferocious power. He didn't know why this usually silent junior brother suddenly changed his temperament. He also didn't know why Qilang suddenly rushed towards him!
I saw Qilang pulling out the bamboo pole on the side with lightning speed, and using the pole as a sword, he turned the murderous aura revealed all over his body into the breath of heaven and earth and gathered it on the bamboo pole. The bamboo pole is not too long, only half a foot longer than Happo Chi, but at this time, this ordinary short pole is no weaker than any weapon in Shichiro's hands, like a sharp weapon, indestructible!
Wen Junchen was frightened. He stood motionless on the spot, as if his whole body was out of control. In front of him, Shichiro jumped up with a short pole in hand, and the tip of the pole was like an arrow from the string, stabbing at him!
Wen Junchen was so shocked that he didn't even dare to blink, fearing that when he opened his eyes again in the blink of an eye, the short pole would pass through his body and take his life.
Shichiro, who was full of murderous intent, was killing him without any explanation! Wen Junchen finally chose to close his eyes and protect his face with his hands. For a moment, as if his soul was gone, he shouted——
"don't want!"
A gust of refreshing wind whizzed past my ears, followed by a sound of breaking wind...
A black shadow passed over his head with an elusive force. When his soul returned to his body again, the sound of fighting came from behind.
Wen Junchen was in shock. When he came to his senses completely, he turned sharply following the sound of fighting and saw Qilang holding a short pole and fighting with four guards. The four guards drew their swords and surrounded him, and the swords rushed to take Qilang's life. go.
Wen Junchen didn't know why these four people suddenly committed crimes, and he didn't have time to analyze the current situation. He only saw four people surrounding Qilang at four corners, and the next moment, the one standing behind Qilang suddenly raised his sword and struck at him.
Wen Junchen was shocked when he saw this, and instinctively shouted: "Qilang, be careful behind you——"
Soon after, Qilang seemed to be keenly aware of all the movements behind him. He turned his wrist and retracted his arm, and saw that the short pole was accurately inserted into the chest of the guard like a double-edged sword.
'puff--'
The short pole was quickly retracted, and a burst of blood mist spurted out. The guard seemed not to have thought that the bamboo pole in Qilang's hand could be so fast and so deadly! I saw a terrible hole in his chest, as if it appeared out of thin air. Then, the guard fell to the ground, lifeless.
The other three guards were slightly shocked by the tragic situation of their companions, and then the three of them stabilized their bodies and turned their eyes to quickly make eye contact. After a brief stagnation, the three of them immediately regained their composure, and then, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding, they launched an offensive against Shichiro at the same time!
Facing the three people's double-teaming, Qilang still stood there as if he didn't see it.
The three guards were surprisingly tacit and calm. Facing Qilang, they did not make any fighting cry, but acted like mutes.
The scene in front of him made Wen Junchen feel very strange. It was obviously a life and death fight, and it was obviously tense, but the scene was extremely quiet. Even the sound of the horse's hooves outside the small courtyard could be clearly heard.
Seeing the sharp blades of the three guards about to slash at Qilang, Wen Junchen's heart almost rose to his throat.
Suddenly, as if smelling the breath of life and death, the horse outside the door kicked up its front hooves and neighed for a long time.
At this moment, Qilang gently raised the short pole and pushed it heavily to the ground, raising pieces of dust. Then the whole person jumped up high in a flash.
'Ding-ding-dang-dang--'
The three knives collided and made a fighting sound. Before the three guards could react to what happened, Qilang fell from the sky, heavily stepped on the three knives at the same time, and then swung the short pole in his hand towards one of them with thunderous force.
'Click——'
A clear and loud sound came from the collision point. When Wen Junchen saw it clearly, he saw that the short pole collided with the neck of another guard. It was not difficult to judge from the sound just now. This collision was not light. .
But the next scene made Wen Junchen feel extremely uncomfortable. The guard's neck leaned limply behind his back as if he had lost his support. An extremely twisted and terrifying picture appeared before Wen Junchen's eyes - the body had not yet fallen, but his head was hanging upside down. On the nape of the neck, it looks like an old man hanging a wine gourd behind his back.
'indistinct--'
The guard's body seemed to finally react and fell to the ground.
