Heyang City has a population of more than one million, and the west of the city is even more prosperous. Mercenaries took root here and bought and sold business. These are all ruthless people who lick their blood, and doing business with ruthless people is the most refreshing. After all, you have to spend the money you make, otherwise, who knows if you can come back alive next time?
Therefore, there are the most restaurants, brothels and teahouses in the west of the city. Now, in the elegant room of Piaoxiang Pavilion, there is a person drinking wine, listening to books, and watching the prince's family, killing people and setting fires.
Piaoxiang Pavilion is a top-notch restaurant in the west of the city. It has a jar of fragrant fragrance, which is famous far and near. There are no bad things to say about it after drinking it. The storyteller was also hired by the owner of the restaurant at a huge price. He was talking about "War in the Northern Territory". He had a writing desk, a set of white jade tea sets, and a gavel. The gentleman was sitting on the most prominent storytelling table in the restaurant, stimulating the words. , recounting the shocking national war seventy years ago.
There were wine tables under the storytelling table, but few people were still listening. They all rushed to the door of the restaurant, as if they were watching the spectacle of the prince killing someone in anger.
The husband was very calm, took a sip of tea, and continued to read. It happened to be that at the end of the National War, General Xian Zhen of the Jin State, the first god of war in the National War, who was praised by King Wu of the Great Zhou Dynasty as "a rare general in a century", led his troops into the remaining mountains of Dushan, and wanted to march to Heyang. Then break through the section of Hulao Pass.
In the elegant room at the attic, Yu You opened her mouth slightly and poured another glass of wine into her throat. She heard that the writer's voice could penetrate the back of the paper, and he narrowed his charming eyes that were unique in the world, with roses and beautiful smiles.
The coachman held his sword, wondering what was going on with his master's sudden arrival. He arrived at the door of the Chamber of Commerce, but he couldn't get in. Did he bring him to such a place to watch the prince go on a killing spree?
The swordsman in coir raincoat didn't understand. The master had seen such small scenes many times, so why was he still interested?
"The wine is good, not inferior to Handan's Zuitoutuo. A pot of ten gold is not bad." The girl in the undergarment suddenly said, her voice was like a lazy cat, its hundred claws scratching the heart, which made people enchanted, "The storyteller tells the story , Drinkers drink. Piaoxiang Pavilion has good taste."
She used two correct words in a row, thought for a while, and then said: "Do you think that today's prince's horse stepping into the aristocratic family will soon become a story among storytellers and be told to the world?"
It's a pity that the driver is deaf and can't hear.
After breaking through three gates of Du Mansion and the fourth gate, the prince finally encountered some obstacles.
"I wonder why there are people who are greedy for life and afraid of death all the way. It turns out that the dead soldiers of the Du family have been gathered in the inner palace." Mu Chen rode in front, followed by Chen Deng, Mu Qingling and Bai Ze.
The prince looked at the scribe in Confucian robes who was the leader of the fourth sect. He was about forty years old and was Du Hui, the eldest son of the family head of this generation. Mu Chen heard in his early years that Du Chu was an interesting old man. His eldest son was born in the dark, so he named him "Hui", and his second son was born in the morning, so he named him "Ming". This is an interesting and elegant thing in the family. .
The person who led two hundred dead men to guard the fourth gate was Du Hui, a Confucian swordsman who had studied under Qi Guoji's academy.
But two hundred dead soldiers versus eight hundred light cavalry, the outcome is life or death, even a child can see it. Therefore, Mu Chen did not panic at all, and was full of arrogance. He sat on the horse, showed the Huangshan Mountain in his hand to Du Hui, and said, "May I ask the scribe in front of me if he recognizes this sword?"
Du Hui's eyes trembled, but his expression remained as usual and he said, "I recognize him."
"Then do you know where the owner of this sword is now?" Mu Chen covered his armor and sneered.
"A dog who has lost his moral character and was instigated by a villain to risk the princess deserves to die." Du Hui held a Confucian sword in his hand, but his fingers were not as relaxed as his tone, and he clenched it tightly.
Bai Ze clicked his tongue and marveled. He had long heard that the Confucian sect was a sage and an outsider. He practiced the way of a sage, and he did not expect that he would be so interesting when he saw him today.
"Humph, what a villain!" Mu Qingling clapped her horse forward, held out a bright red flying sword, twirled it with her fingertips, and asked with a cold face, "What do you mean, your brother is teasing Du Qian?" Is this a villain who attacked me?"
"Why should the princess be so aggressive?" Du Hui said in a straight and straight voice, "Now that my brother and the dog are dead in your hands, even if they make a wrong move, the resentment in your heart should be eliminated."
"Haha!" Bai Ze clapped his hands and laughed, seeing Mu Qingling trembling with anger when Du Hui said, "It's time to eliminate the resentment in your heart." The scribe seemed gentle, but he roundly accused the princess of being a snake-hearted person, and even after killing his brother and son, he refused to come to the house to stir up trouble.
"I heard earlier that the Confucian strategist has an extraordinary tongue. He can scold people to the point of being infamy for thousands of years, but he can stir up disputes among the seven kingdoms with his tongue. When I see you today, your tongue is also extraordinary!" Bai Ze rode the Nine-Colored Spirit. Lu, said with a smile: "I just don't know, your three-inch tongue is so capable, my wife must be served well by this tongue, right? Otherwise, how could you give birth to a useless person like Du Qian who doesn't know how to praise."
Just because Mu Qingling didn't understand, it didn't mean that Chen Deng and a bunch of rough guys didn't understand. Ba Bai Qingqi was almost defeated by Bai Ze's words. He couldn't hold back the murderous look on his face and burst into laughter.
Chen Deng didn't have to hold it back, he burst out laughing and joked to Bai Ze: "Brother Bai, your three-inch tongue is not much worse than a Confucian strategist!"
"You!" No matter how well-educated Du Hui was, he couldn't bear it anymore. Murderous intent came out of his eyes, and the Confucian sword was unsheathed.
Muchen Huangshan pointed his sword at Du Hui and smiled, "Du Hui, you are just a member of the Du family, and your official position in the court is no more than a fourth-rank official, Shu Ling. How can you compare with our palace?! You connive at Du Ming and Du Qian to assassinate the princess. This is treason and immorality. Those who commit offenses against the superiors below will be punished by the laws of Dayan. Those who violate the superiorities below will be punished and die!"
An order was given and no more words were said. Chen Deng took the lead, and the big halberd had already struck Du Hui's head.
Eight hundred light cavalry and two hundred dead soldiers collided with each other in an instant, with swords and blood flying everywhere.
"Accept your fate!" Chen Deng used the power of the golden halberd to split the mountain and angrily slashed at Du Hui Tianling. The scribe was also impressive. When the Confucian sword came out, he showed murderous intent. He actually raised the sword and blocked the halberd. Effortless.
"The prince is arrogant and unreasonable. I offended Du in order to protect himself!" Du Hui blocked the big halberd with his sword, and with a flash of footsteps, he killed Mu Chen. The cold light of the Confucian sword was dazzling, and the sword energy was like weaving.
"Seeking death!" Mu Chen Huangshan slashed down with his sword angrily. The force was so strong that it actually knocked back Du Hui's sword.
When Bai Ze looked at the sword, the sword glow was three inches long, condensed but not scattered. If he didn't look carefully, he would even think that the sword glow was the body of Huangshan. At least he had the realm of knowledge!
The powerful horse raised its hooves, taking advantage of Du Hui's retreat, and kicked him hard. Mu Chen refused to give up and took his head with another sword. Du Hui could not block it, but there was no other way. He could only use his sword to attack Mu Chen, preparing to fight against the furious hooves of the fierce horse.
"clang!"
The two swords struck each other with astonishing momentum, and the true energy danced wildly.
The fierce horse's furious hoofs missed Du Hui and was blocked by a dead soldier who rushed over. The dead soldier's internal organs were trampled directly by the horse's hoofs and he died on the spot.
"What a loyal protector!" Mu Chen laughed angrily and issued the order: "All officers and soldiers listen to the order and crush the four gates for me, and trample Du Huisheng to death under the horse for my son!"
"Obey the order!" Eight Hundred Qingqi roared.
Bai Ze sat leisurely on the spirit deer, watching the silver-armored warriors stepping on the fourth door of Du Mansion. Chen Deng suffered a loss and hit Du Hui on the shoulder with a big halberd like the wind.
This is a numerical crush.
The silver armor of the army protects the body, while the dead soldiers of Du Fu are just civilians. After a cup of tea, only a dozen of the two hundred dead soldiers were left. Dead bodies were everywhere, and the smell of blood was strong and pungent.
Du Hui was unable to stand alone, and was rushed back and forth by Qingqi. In the fourth round, he was hit twice with swords. Chen Deng swung his big halberd and smashed his right shoulder, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Come on!" Mu Chen looked stern.
The silver-armored army charged again, and in the fifth round all the dead soldiers were wiped out. Du Hui was seriously injured and was pierced through the chest with a sword. Chen Deng added another halberd, broke his legs, and knelt down.
"Crush again!" Mu Chen's face was expressionless.
The Silver Armored Army crossed the border and directly crushed the fourth gate. Du Hui died with no body intact. The fourth palace wall was flattened by Qingqi's four-wheel charge. The silver-armored army poured into the inner palace like a tide and started killing again.
"It's almost over." Bai Ze said.
"Yeah." Mu Qingling nodded lightly.
After a round of massacre in the inner palace, Mu Chen rushed into the family owner's villa on horseback, where Qing Xin lived. Du Chu seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. He was slumped on the stone steps of the Villa. His beautiful concubine was half-kneeling behind the old man's body. She lowered her head and trembled, biting her lips tightly. She was obviously very scared.
"Mu Chen, if you destroy my Du family today, the Southern Territory family will not tolerate it! You are declaring war on my family, and on that man from Handan!" Du Chu looked like a madman, laughing and crying. The century-old foundation has now been completely destroyed in his hands. "If I die, your Mu family will not be able to survive! King Yan..."
"Noisy." Mu Chen struck out with his sword, and it was Huangshan. It pierced Du Chu's chest, and blood rushed out desperately. The old man could only breathe out, not in. His eyes were staring at Huangshan, his eyes were about to burst, but when he opened his mouth, no words came out, only a silent roar.
The beautiful concubine was so frightened that she almost screamed, rolled and crawled, knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to beg for mercy, "General, spare your life, general, spare your life! People's daughters are forced, people's daughters..."
"You, take the sword, clean it, and return it to Brother Bai." Mu Chen casually said to the person next to him. He glanced at the woman with no interest, "Shut up that noisy woman and I'll reward you."
"Take the order!" The soldiers around him stepped forward on horseback, pulled out Huangshan, and watched Du Chu die with no eyes open. Then they grabbed the concubine onto the horse, wiped the blood from the sword on the concubine, reined in the horse and returned to life.
In the private room of Piaoxiang Pavilion, Yu Youwei watched the flames soaring into the sky, the thick smoke billowing, and the Du Mansion was burned beyond recognition by Mu Chen. Then the young general took the slightly damaged Qingqi and rode rampantly, going the way he came and where he came back.
The girl drank a bottle of wine, Qingcheng's pretty face turned a little red, like a shy rose.
"The show is over, let's go." She stood up and went downstairs.
The storyteller was talking about how he first entered the remaining veins of Dushan Mountain and never came out again. Several waves of scouts from the King of Jin went into the mountains to search, and finally found the bodies of all the soldiers in a devil's forest sixty miles away from the marching route. They were all hung on trees, including Xian Zhen.
The Du family was wiped out, and the tavern guests who were watching the excitement felt bored, so they went back to Piaoxiang Pavilion to drink, while listening to books and talking about how the just-cai prince Ma Ta's family would bring about earth-shaking changes to the Southern Region and even the entire Yan Kingdom.
Then everyone stopped talking.
The stunningly beautiful girl with boundless charm walked up to the storyteller's stand, followed by the coachman. The storyteller stopped, partly because of the girl's incomparable beauty, and partly because of the murderous aura of the strange coachman.
"Sir." Yu You pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes moved, and he leaned close to his ear. The fragrance was filled with the smell of alcohol, which almost knocked the half-hundred storyteller out of his mind. "You tell me, if Xian Zhen brings his 60,000 ghosts with him, When the soldiers come out of the mountain, can Heyang City stop them, can Hulao Pass stop them?"
Dead silence.
