The fingertips of Liu Mingzhi and Liu Xuan's brother and sister struck each other with sword blades condensed with true energy, and a strong wind swept across the courtyard.
Visible ripples of zhenqi destroyed the neat lawns on the grass and the beautiful August chrysanthemums in the flower beds nearby.
Grass clippings are flying, autumn chrysanthemums are swaying, and everything in the garden is struggling hard in the criss-crossing strong wind.
Liu Mingzhi looked at the girl across from him, Liu Xuan, whose black hair was fluttering like willow branches in the wind, swinging constantly in the air, but with no change in her expression. His calm expression tightened slightly.
It seems that his offensive did not make Xuan'er feel any pressure at all.
Young Master Liu's right hand that was full of true energy suddenly retracted, and he jumped in the air towards the back of his younger sister Liu Xuan.
"The Eighth Sword Song Howling Ghosts and Gods."
At the same time as he finished speaking, a sharper sword energy from Master Liu's fingertips struck towards the heart of Liu Xuan's back with the force of thunder.
Looking at the sword energy that seemed to contain the overwhelming power, one could see that Liu Mingzhi had no intention of holding back his little sister Liu Xuan.
Liu Xuan's jade cheeks were calm, and her delicate body turned slightly to avoid the sharp sword energy that hit her heart.
The moment Liu Xuan's lips opened and closed, Liu Xuan's jade arms turned, and a strong wind that was more terrifying than the sword energy at Liu Dashao's fingertips surged from Liu Xuan's body, forming a sharp blade with condensed true energy at her fingertips. It hit Young Master Liu's throat.
Young Master Liu only felt an oncoming energy that frightened him, and out of instinct, he performed an iron bridge and leaned back.
The moment Liu Mingzhi bent down, the sharp blade that condensed his true energy swept past Young Master Liu's chin and continued to shoot towards the rockery behind Young Master Liu.
A medium-sized muffled sound reached the ears of Liu Mingzhi and his sister, who silently looked at the rockery in the distance.
I saw the protruding corner of the top of the strangely rugged rockery sliding silently towards the grass below. With a muffled thud, a stone the size of a human head fell heavily on the grass. superior.
After the stone was stabilized on the lawn, a flat surface as smooth as a mirror appeared in front of the eyes of the brother and sister.
Brother and sister Liu Mingzhi looked at the smooth and flat stone with complicated expressions for a moment, then turned to look at each other.
After a moment of silence, the brother and sister spoke in unison.
"Brother, Xuan'er can't be cruel."
"Xuan'er, big brother can't be cruel."
Young Master Liu and his sister were startled for a moment, then looked at each other and couldn't help grinning at each other.
Liu Mingzhi sighed with a complex expression, sat cross-legged on the lawn, took off the tobacco bag from his waist, lit it with a fire stick, and took a few puffs of smoke.
"Xuan'er, if you had used your full strength just now, brother, I would either have left a wound on my chin or a wound on my forehead. Even the rockery next to it wouldn't have just lost its head. At least it would have ended up being shattered to pieces."
Liu Xuan sat casually on the lawn, hugging her with her arms and knees, her round chin silently tapping her knees and glancing at the stones that fell on the grass not far away.
"Brother, you didn't use all your strength when you jumped behind Xuan'er in the Eighth Sword Song, Ghostly Howl, right?
If the elder brother had used all his strength, at least half of Xuan'er's clothes would have become tattered, and even a minor wound on her left waist would have been left.
Mainly because when fighting moves with her elder brother, Xuan'er always subconsciously doesn't use Qi to protect her body.
Brother, you also didn't use your true energy to protect your body, and after the ghostly howling blow just now, you had the full potential to launch another fatal blow.
If the elder brother didn't have the energy to control, Xuan'er wouldn't have the energy to retaliate with a single move from Tiangang, and could only passively defend against the elder brother's attack.
oops! What should I do? It’s just a trick, it’s a trick. If you can’t be ruthless at all, how can it be a trick?
It would be better to just rely on instinct to perform some ordinary moves of attacking and defending yourself. It is better to retain the true energy in the body and rest properly, waiting for the appointment to arrive. "
Liu Mingzhi banged his cigarette pot on the sole of his shoe: "There is no way, mainly because the two of us are in similar realms, and it is difficult to control ourselves without hurting each other with our killing moves at full strength.
It’s better not to practice. As you said, it’s better to preserve the energy in your body and wait for your appointment! "
"Well, that's all. By the way, brother, have you informed everyone who should be informed?
The film owner invites you to a banquet in such a arrogant manner, so he must be well prepared. This banquet is the kind of Hongmen banquet where all the spy masters come out.
If you don't prepare better this time, we may really have to fail. However, if we just fail and fail, it will be a loss of face at best.
I'm just afraid that the movie owner has murderous intentions and wants to take your head directly from your neck, brother!
When it comes to life-related matters, you must not be careless. You must treat it with caution. "
Liu Mingzhi nodded silently, took out several tokens from his sleeves and placed them on the lawn in front of Liu Xuan one by one.
"Every block of tokens can bring enough good players for me to use. As long as God doesn't kill you, brother, I have enough confidence to come back alive.
As for whether he can escape unscathed, I can't guarantee that.
After all, the spy's strength is strong. The information I have, brother, is only a little bit, but judging from the old man's serious expression, the spy's strength should not be ordinary.
A force that can make even our old man fear him cannot be underestimated.
No matter what, we will see the real chapter in two days. Brother, I only have two days to prepare. "
Liu Xuan's slender green-white fingertips traced several tokens one by one, then turned her eyes to look at her elder brother's face, which was also somewhat prepared.
"Brother, no matter how difficult it is to deal with the spy, we brothers and sisters will definitely be able to fight their way out by working together.
No matter how powerful his spy shadow is, this is within the capital city. Now the capital city is your territory, big brother. The powerful dragon can't overpower the local snake!
What's more, brother, you are not a local snake, but a real dragon. The emperor of the current dynasty and the true emperor have God's blessing.
Xuan'er didn't believe that their spy shadows could really turn the world upside down this time! "
"Well said, then the eldest brother will accept your good wishes, Xuan'er."
Two days later, on August 24, the fifth year of Taiping, the sky was clear, the wind was warm, and Liu Mingzhi left the city as scheduled to attend the appointment.
On the official road from the east of the capital to the imperial mausoleum on the outskirts of Beijing, three to five miles away from the capital gate, Liu Mingzhi and Liu Xuan, brothers and sisters, were rushing towards the imperial mausoleum hand in hand.
Young Master Liu was holding the scabbard of the Heavenly Sword in one hand and carrying an ordinary-shaped food box in the other hand. He looked as comfortable as if he were going for an outing outside the city.
Although there was nothing in Liu Xuan's jade hands, from the exquisite sword hilt that appeared from time to time on her waist that was wrapped in powerful clothing, it could be seen that this girl was carrying a soft steel sword that looked like a spiritual snake.
The expressions on the brother and sister's faces were calm and relaxed. They didn't look like they were going to a Hongmen banquet that might involve a bloody fight. Instead, they looked as relaxed and relaxed as if they were visiting relatives and friends.
After walking for about six miles, more than two thousand gray-robed men, men and women, old and young, wearing bamboo hats on their heads quietly appeared behind the two brothers.
Although the weapons in the hands of more than two thousand gray-robed men were of various kinds, it could be seen from the cold and stern aura on their bodies that these weapons had all been drunk with blood.
After walking for another half mile or so, on the official road to the left of the gray-robed man, there were more than a thousand plain-clothed men wearing plain gauze and bamboo hats. They were also men, women, old and young, exuding the fragrance of The same cold and stern aura as the gray-robed man.
More than a thousand plain-clothed people quietly followed the two brothers and sisters, walking tacitly with the gray-robed man on the right, as silent as a mute who could not speak.
Although the two groups of people did not speak, the identity of the two groups of people could be seen from the waist tags with "related" and "related" engraved on them from time to time.
About half a mile further, two more groups of people appeared on the north and south side roads leading to the official road.
There are about 4,000 people in the group of people on the left branch road. In front of them are thousands of figures wearing uniform blue robes. They are gathering towards the main road of the official road slowly and slowly, and there is a faint blur between them as they walk. You can see the golden willow leaves embroidered on their chests.
Behind them were about three thousand figures wearing various costumes. Although the colors of their clothes were different, all but one row on the chest of their clothes were embroidered with silver willow leaves of the same size.
It is also vaguely visible under the reflection of the sun while walking.
Opposite the man in a green robe with gold threads and willow leaves embroidered on his chest, there was a team wearing black robes, with about two thousand people in the team.
Except for the leader, a petite woman with a flowery appearance, everyone else in the team had their faces covered with black cloth to hide their appearance.
The teams from both sides met on both sides of the official road and stopped one after another. The leaders of the two teams nodded and looked at Young Master Liu who had already walked up to them.
Liu Mingzhi chuckled and nodded, continuing to rush towards the imperial mausoleum without stopping.
After a while, the two teams converged into the miles-long stream of people on the official road.
A large number of people marched for about two and a half miles. A team of 2,000 people wearing Xiangyun waist badges and a team wearing wolf head bronze medals successively joined the large group of people.
The total number of six groups of people has exceeded ten thousand people. More than ten thousand people were scattered in formation on the official road, marching silently and without any order.
Some people were carrying wine gourds or wine bags and took a sip from time to time. Some people gathered in small groups, talking and laughing, and some people didn't look at the road at all, just silently using the cloth in their hands. Wiping the weapon in his hand.
Just looking at the surface, this team of more than 10,000 people is not an exaggeration to say that it is a ragtag group compared to the trained regular army. The scattered formation and undisciplined momentum are inferior to bandits and bandits.
At a glance from a distance, there is no difference between these more than 10,000 people, just like those local ruffians who go to fight with their opponents in order to compete for territory.
At best, they are just local hooligans who are more powerful in numbers.
The closer we got to the imperial mausoleum, the longer the line stretched on the official road, the shorter it became. After a while, there were only about a hundred people left.
Liu Mingzhi quietly examined the entrance outside the imperial mausoleum hundreds of steps away for a moment, then lifted the bamboo hat around his waist and put it on his head and walked over in a swaggering manner.
Upon seeing this, Liu Xuan and others also put on their bamboo hats. Hundreds of people were divided into two teams, one on the left and one on the right, silently following Liu Mingzhi.
"Who is coming? The land of the imperial mausoleum, no one can come near."
Liu Mingzhi slowly stopped, raised his head slightly and glanced at the middle-aged black-robed man standing ten steps away from the corner of his eye, holding a short knife with a faint smile on his lips.
"I came here today to attend your film master's appointment, but you actually asked me who I am?
Then your Excellency, you must listen carefully, I am not talented, I am Liu Mingzhi, and there is no one above me. "
