The capital is now in chaos.
The martial arts masters who returned to the court at the border were also divided into two factions.
One group of people did whatever they wanted, killing, killing, killing.
One group of people felt that they could wait until the truth came to light before talking about anything else.
The chaos in the capital today is unusual.
If you vent your anger on these civilians for no reason, then what is the point of stationing at the border?
However, at this time, emotions have the greatest upper hand.
It is certain that corpses will litter the fields.
At this time, in front of the Treasure Pavilion, the largest private blacksmith shop in the capital.
The number one master of the younger generation in the military.
Jiang Yu was standing holding a halberd.
The redness in his eyes has not gone away, but he has not taken a step forward either.
"Brother Jiang, no." At this time, a military general said: "This man Xue Xuanwu is a descendant of our Daqian Imperial Guard. We cannot forget our ancestors like this. Without the Imperial Guard... we would not have Da Gan. "
"Without the National Master, there would be no Daqian today." Jiang Yu said in a hoarse tone. In fact, he still had enough sanity to avoid harming his former comrade: "But without my mother, there would be no me."
"If I kill the junior national master and he wants to kill me, I will die without regrets. But if I don't avenge my mother, how can I be worthy of her kindness in raising me? How can I rest in peace under the nine springs?"
"Why do you think Xue Xuanwu was involved in killing your mother?" The warrior muttered.
Jiang Yu took a deep breath and said.
"Every Daqian scholar is the murderer of my mother. They read out our 'guilt' on the street and let the people's anger pour out on our family members. We were defeated, but we... We are indeed protecting our country.”
As soon as Jiang Yu said these words, people were silent for a while.
He wasn't completely out of his mind either.
How could we not ask about our surviving family members?
The struggle between civilian officials and military attachés.
The struggle between men of letters and men of arms.
Angry people are just a knife.
Jiang Yu wants to kill.
Those who want to be killed are Daqian scholars.
Those who want to be killed are Xue Bailu’s descendants.
This person is not only a descendant of the Sword Saint, but also a leader among today's young generation of scholars.
What is needed is shock.
We warriors.
Not to be insulted lightly.
At this time, Jiang Yu said lightly.
"After killing him, I will kill him at his own risk. It has nothing to do with other people's business... We are defending our country and we should not be treated like this."
The implication is Xue Xuanwu's fate.
He is determined.
The top master of the younger generation in the Daiqian Army, the pinnacle hero of the acquired realm, must use his own affairs to maintain the dignity of the warriors, even if you say that he is a swordsman.
"I will give you three days. If you don't hand over Xue Xuanwu within three days, I will destroy this place."
At this time, he looked at the 'Treasure Pavilion' in front of him.
There is also a government logo on it, indicating that this blacksmith shop can forge weapons.
"The Ministry of War even gave him the qualification to forge weapons." Jiang Yu's eyes flashed with disappointment.
He had some delays with the court.
Somewhat disappointed.
At this time, it is most important to protect the family members of the martial arts family.
It's the imperial court.
It should be the imperial court.
But the court didn't.
"I have long heard that the current Holy Emperor is a foolish king, and today, it is true."
"The foolish king!"
....
at this time.
More and more people are paying attention to this small blacksmith shop.
This is where the storms converge.
"This has stopped my blacksmith shop from operating, but what should I do?" Li Xuan clicked his tongue, looking at Xue Xuanwu, who was still sleeping in front of him.
He had woken up once before and wanted to use his own life to calm Jiang Yu's anger. Otherwise, if this military master went crazy, who could stop him?
Xue Xuanwu definitely cannot be handed over.
Whether it is from Daqian's perspective or Li Xuan's personal perspective.
Xue Xuanwu cannot die.
Of course, Li Xuan didn't want to talk so much to his younger brother, so he gave him another stick and asked him to sleep well first.
No matter what I tell him now, it doesn't make sense.
He would only 'sacrifice his ego' to appease Jiang Yu's anger.
"Shopkeeper." At this time, a martial arts master came in and said: "This matter has nothing to do with you. Our affairs do not need to involve you. We have our own way to decide."
This little blacksmith shop owner shouldn't have made a splash in this place, but he only appeared here because he took in Xue Xuanwu.
"No way."
Li Xuan shook his head.
"Can't hand it over."
"you."
The martial arts master was a little embarrassed.
Those soldiers in the army who didn't understand Qi didn't dare to raise their heads and talk to him, and respected him like a god.
Today, the owner of this small shop refused him.
But he was unhappy.
But there is not much to say.
Jiang Yu said three days.
Just three days.
After only three days, Xue Xuanwu walked out on his own.
If you don't come out, he will fight in. Anyone who dares to stand in the way will be killed. There is no comradeship.
There is only revenge for killing relatives.
Only blood comes as a sacrifice.
The next day.
These bloody soldiers were still at the door, divided into two groups. .
A group of people, headed by Jiang Yu, wanted to kill Xue Xuanwu to bring order to the chaos.
A group of people want to protect Xue Xuanwu and cannot let the descendants of Daqian Sword Saint die. If he dies, then there will be great chaos within Daqian.
Li Xuan's Baoqi Pavilion is still open and doing business as usual, but now, no one dares to come to this place where the storms converge.
Not to mention that Wangjing City is in such chaos today, but there were times when Wangjing City was not in such chaos.
When encountering such a situation, I was afraid of being affected by the sword energy here.
At this time, among the two calm waves of people, Li Xuan said loudly.
"Weapons are unsaleable, please help us."
The soldiers present felt very strange.
It should be said that the boss of Baoqi Pavilion is big-hearted or weird.
In such an atmosphere, can we still open for business?
"Weapons are unsaleable, please help me." Li Xuan looked at the soldiers present, crossed his arms and said, "You can also repair the weapons, one tael of silver at a time, and I guarantee that they will be as good as new."
Still silent.
Li Xuan continued.
I don't know if I find Li Xuan's chatter a bit annoying.
Among the team protecting Xue Xuanwu, one person impatiently pulled out the sword of the accompanying soldier and threw it directly to Li Xuan.
"Take it and fix it, don't be annoying."
"Ouch."
Li Xuan looked at the knife in front of him.
Full of holes and rust.
Not so much the knife.
It would be better to say that it is a piece of rusty iron.
A fragile piece of rusty iron.
"This sword is really a good sword." Li Xuan admired from the bottom of his heart: "This year, one hundred thousand taels of silver have been allocated to the front line. Soldiers use such precious swords to protect their homes and countries."
"What a knife, what a knife!"
Li Xuan's voice was loud.
Very sharp.
One hundred thousand taels of silver a year.
A knife used by soldiers.
At this time, everyone present had a strange feeling.
From ordinary soldiers.
From military generals who are strong men in martial arts.
