The sword master's palm once again rested on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
Ningling Lord Wei Jiu's face changed slightly, he reached out his hand and pressed it naturally, and said with a smile:
"gentlemen."
His hand did not touch the Juggernaut's.
Holding the hilt of the sword for the second time, the sword master did not hesitate.
"Three days is too long."
Before he finished speaking, a light that was brighter than the sun suddenly shone, and strips of light and shadow flickered under the sky and above the earth.
There is great righteousness between heaven and earth.
Wei Jiu's face changed drastically. He resisted the scorching light and forced his eyes open, crying from the pain.
He shouted into the vast whiteness:
"Stop! You've killed ten, a hundred, or even a thousand people! There are over ten thousand soldiers in Daliang City. If you don't want to die, stop!"
From ancient times to the present, except for those immortals who do not know whether they are true or false, they live in legends.
No matter how well you write the word "武", you can't compete with the word "soldier". There is no master who can't kill his soldiers.
The wind howled, the sword screamed, and there was no reply.
The world continues to be blurry, the sword is swung rapidly and the refracted light has not stopped, Gai Nie responds with action.
He has practiced swordplay for twenty years and does not rely on strength to bully the weak or use force to bully others.
In addition to killing the palace maid, every time the sword was drawn, everyone felt grievances, and the sword was drawn to rectify the injustice.
Now, he felt very unjust in his heart and wanted to use his sword even if he died.
Gai Nie's sword would rather break than bend, and move forward indomitably.
The overall situation of Wei and Zhao is very important, but these people and these small details are equally important.
Swordsmen are not politicians, and there is no room for compromise or retreat.
A man is born between heaven and earth, with his back straight, his head raised to the sky, his head bowed to the earth, and his body not ashamed to be seen by others.
The only way to do all three is to die.
When the sword light in the sky dissipated, a street, from the center of the road to the door of the shop, was filled with corpses of Wei soldiers.
The unclothed woman screamed in horror, picking up the clothes that had been torn and torn by Wei Jian from the ground.
The butcher, who was so strong that he looked very fat, sat down on the ground. The big butcher knife, which was both a weapon and a tool for making a living, was firmly grasped by his trembling hands and pressed to the ground.
He was breathing heavily, like a pig that had become sperm.
The hair was tied into locks with sweat, and there was still oil accumulated from not washing it for at least half a month. It was ugly and messy.
His little king, the beautiful girl whom Wei Bing thought could be presented to the palace and had the honor of playing to death for the king of Wei, clung to his back.
That face with pear blossoms and raindrops is already beautiful, but when compared with the pig head next to it, it is even more beautiful. It is a beauty and a beast.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
With fear flashing in Zhutou's eyes, he smiled and comforted his beloved, his voice hoarse.
"Um!"
The beautiful girl responded heavily, just like when she was hanging behind her husband, tears streaming down her face.
We depend on each other, live and die together.
It's easy to say, but not easy to do.
The couple looked at the man in white clothes in the far distance, walking with swords in hand. They seemed to be moving slowly but were actually fast, and disappeared within a few breaths.
Crying and hugging his lost granddaughter, the old man burst into tears, his face not only filled with joy but also with guilt.
He didn't dare to step forward again after Wei Bing threatened him with his sword.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a frosty profile, and he couldn't help but follow it.
Just one glance and disappeared in an instant, like a ghost.
The old man only remembered a figure with a straight back, as straight as a sword.
On this day, the sword master Gai Nie defeated Wei Jia three hundred and seventy-six times with one sword. He regained his sword and became a top master.
Wei Jiu, Lord of Ningling, looked pale, and the corpses of Wei soldiers on the ground covered his eyes and blocked his path.
In order to stabilize Gai Nie, he publicly admitted that Gai Nie was his honored guest, which everyone knew.
King Bao of Wei will put this account on his head, Lord Ningling.
Before, Wei Bao and Wei Jiu still had some confidence that they could explain things clearly, and the two brothers just laughed and passed.
The current Wei Wangbao...
"Three days is indeed too long."
Wei Jiu returned to Ningling Jun's Mansion, summoned the guards and retainers, and hundreds of people rode horses and drove straight to General Zhou's mansion.
Xianyang, Yizheng Hall.
Ying Zheng took the latest memorial, read it carefully, and put it on the table.
"Gai Nie bloodbathed the long street, Wei Jiu rebelled, and united with Zhou Shi to attack the palace of Wei. Zhou Shi personally killed Wei Wang Bao, and Wei Jiu succeeded Wei Wang. I don't understand."
Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes and tapped the thin paper with one finger.
"What do you want to do by stirring up this storm in Daliang? Wei Jiu is also one of yours?"
[The Wei Kingdom is full of people like this, so why not change your surname to Ying? ]
"No, this matter has nothing to do with me."
Ying Chengyu said truthfully.
If he had known that Gai Nie would go to Daliang, he would not have asked all Liusha to come back, leaving half of them behind, and directly tied the sword master back to Xianyang.
[Do you know how to spank? When you come out to hang out, you have to talk about power! ]
"King Zhao Zhang Er raised troops on the spot, and the people of Zhao rose up to respond. The Zhao army occupied forty-seven cities. The first thing Wei Jiu did after taking the throne was to worship Zhou Shi as his general and tell the world to restore Wei. It won't be long before you You can receive the report of the capture of the city in Wei. In the three Jin areas, except Han, Wei and Zhao are all occupied by rebels. Now the snow has melted, the food from Shu has arrived, and the soldiers are eager to fight. Qiang Sheng, aren’t you planning to send troops yet?”
Ying Zheng had a questioning tone.
Today, there are wars all over the world.
There were five kings. In addition to Zhao Wang Zhang Er and Wei Wang Wei Jiu, there were two Chu kings and one Qi Wang.
Chen Sheng, the king of Zhang Chu, regards Wu Guang as the false king, and recently worshiped Wang Liao as his general. His power is in the areas adjacent to Han and Chu.
Xiong Xin, the king of Chu, made Xiang Liang the official of Sanlu, and his power was in the Yunmengze area.
King Tian Dan of Qi, the name of Yi Bo Yuntian was heard in Donghai. He had countless people who died under his command, and he was the most powerful, with hundreds of cities.
If it had not been for Wang Jian, the Marquis of Wucheng, who spontaneously recruited troops to put down the rebellion, Qi would have been the first country to be restored in a real sense, and the entire territory before it was destroyed would have been under the control of Qi Wang Tian Dan.
The rebels have all jumped out, and it's time to catch them all in one fell swoop.
The second emperor did not love military affairs and loved women. He had no intention of sending troops. Instead, he had eight concubines. How could Ying Zheng not complain?
"Exaggerated."
The Second Emperor and the Old God are here.
"Wei and Zhao have lost half of their territory. Now is not the time to send troops."
Ying Zheng looked unhappy.
"When do you think the troops will be sent out?"
"Whenever briquettes are not distributed in Guanzhong, troops will be sent out."
"The longer you wait, the more cities you will lose."
The second emperor picked up the teapot produced by Chang'an and made by the Mohist family on the table, and a line of green water first fell into the teacup in front of Ying Zheng.
"Drink some tea first."
"If you don't want to drink, it's bitter. Bring me some wine."
"If you don't drink, I won't want you to participate in state affairs."
"Shu Zi!"
Ying Zheng scolded angrily. Under Shu Zi's dull eyes, he reluctantly picked up the teacup and sipped the bitter tea with a frown.
"Drinking more tea is good for your health."
The second emperor smiled with satisfaction and poured himself tea, the green water flowing in the water making a splash.
The second emperor had a faint smile on his lips.
"Thousands of years of land have changed to hundreds of owners, so why not add one or two more?"
