The soldier said impatiently: "That's enough, that's enough. I've been listening to you chattering for a long time, but I haven't gotten any useful information. Do you think the soldier is here to chat with you? Get out of here, stay away from me. If you don't do it again next time, There are lies, be careful with me..." The soldier clapped the iron sword in his hand and walked out of the tavern with a frosty look on his face.
The servants looked at each other, "It's strange, why can't I remember it? He clearly... that day..."
"Hey, Zhang San, you are so troublesome. Fortunately, I met someone with a good temper. Otherwise, I am afraid we would have suffered some physical pain today."
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window.
"My beloved concubine, my beloved concubine..." Dugu Yinche woke up from his dream with a cold sweat on his pillow at night, "How could this dream be so real? Could it be that something unexpected happened to my beloved concubine..." ....”
He put on his black gold robe and stepped on his purple cloud boots. Just as he was about to take his sword, he caught a glimpse of the middle-aged man outside the window. "Uncle, uncle, why are you here?" He hurried to the door and ushered the middle-aged man in. In the palace, he ordered someone to make a cup of tea, and wanted to send his entourage to do something verbose. The middle-aged man waved his hand and said: "My family, you don't have to be polite, just open the skylight and speak frankly."
Dugu Yinche looked at the middle-aged man with a melancholy expression, sighed heavily, and said, "Uncle, Su'er must have told you when he left!"
The middle-aged man held the tea cup, flicked the hot steam coming out of the cup, and said quietly: "Su'er went there because of you."
Dugu Yinche looked gloomy and said, "Uncle, why did you agree to her? Don't you...don't you understand Yinche?"
"It's because I know you that I let Su'er go." The middle-aged man gently placed the tea cup on the table and said in a quiet voice: "If Su'er doesn't go? How can you cheer up to ward off the foreign invaders? A man should act with courage and courage, and would rather die than surrender. If you are held back by your feelings, how can you talk about your family, country and the world?"
"Uncle, you are wrong. You don't understand Yin Che at all. Yin Che wants both this world and this beauty. Su'er is as kind to me as a mountain. The people in this world are all descendants of my dynasty. If I abandon Su'er in Regardless, how can I have the courage to protect this family and the country?"
Dugu Yinche walked quickly towards Lan Qi and took out a long sword. The long sword was so cold that just looking at it was enough to make one's heart palpitate. He raised the long sword and slashed at his right hand without hesitation. His fingers gently hit the ground, but there was no sign of pain on Dugu Yinche's face.
"Uncle, it was Yin Che's fault that put Su'er in danger. This finger should be regarded as an apology."
"If Su'er dies in a foreign country, Yin Che will endure the humiliation and bear the heavy burden. After he avenges his previous shame, Yin Che will end it on his own. Yin Che can't let go of Su'er, and he can't let go of the world. If the world is safe, Yin Che will feel at ease, and the world will be safe. But there are naturally tens of thousands of people who can replace Yin Che. By then, Yin Che will accompany Su'er to death together," Dugu Yinche said with determination.
The middle-aged man slammed the table and shouted: "Okay! Guess I, Huang Yu, didn't make a mistake, I, Huang Yu, will also take a gamble. I will bet on my life that you can win."
After that, he flicked his clothes and jumped away. The bright moon was in the sky, full of passion and bravery, he was in his prime, and he aspired to build the world.
Dugu Yinche threw the long sword in his hand to the ground and shouted: "Come here, summon all the frontier officials of Chechi Kingdom to come to Xia Xun Palace to discuss matters."
He is no longer as full of melancholy as before, and his full-blooded face is filled with a domineering air that looks down on the world. He flicked his clothes and sat in the court hall. All the heroes knelt on the ground and shouted in unison: "See you, Your Highness."
The candlelight was shining brightly, and I read the sword while drunk. I dreamed of blowing the trumpet in the camp. The heroes were indignant and gearing up. They all ignored life and death. That night was like an eternal day, and one could not detect the desolation and loneliness of the night.
The next morning, the streets and alleys of the Northern Empire were filled with soldiers patrolling everywhere. A young man with a handsome face, his head resting on his arms and yawning, walked leisurely past everyone. Three elders were dead. Members, both the court and the public in the Northern Empire are in panic, but no one knows who has such high martial arts, can seize the fortune of heaven and earth, kill people invisibly, and no one knows who will die next.
And in an alley, a slim woman, holding a rainflower umbrella in her hand, walked lightly, leisurely and leisurely in the wind and rain.
Yin Fengcheng is extremely majestic, covering an area of thousands of miles. There is wind and rain over there, and here there is the warm winter sun. The woman put away the paper umbrella in her hand and let the wind and rain rain freely on her fair and smooth forehead. The corners of her mouth gently raised After bending a shallow arc, he finally stopped in front of a magnificent courtyard.
Time seems to be like a good horse at this time, and there is never any intention to look back. It is said that if the years go by in a hurry and the good years are ignored, it is enough to leave an empty name behind you in the world of eternity, so that you can be alone and brave in troubled times.
The wind and rain are swaying, and bamboos grow on the rugged hillside. The rainwater hits the ground lightly along the smooth stone walls, and then spreads into the adobe. The green grass and tree branches are not affected by the increasingly cold weather and are still full of vitality. The erection keeps showing off its beauty.
The rainwater flowed down her forehead to her red lips. She dropped the long knife in her hand to the ground casually, with a sharp tinkling sound. The cold bloody blade mixed with the mottled rain stains on the ground. , gradually fainted into a thin line of bright red, and at the moment she turned around, a plaque with the word "wei" on the courtyard gate also fell into the unbearable muddy water with a bang.
"What? Read it again, I didn't hear you wrong." On the grand palace gate, a middle-aged man with a graceful face, wearing a royal robe, pointed at the letter officer tremblingly, and said with disbelief.
"Your Majesty, I would like to express my condolences to Marshal Shen Wei... He died suddenly at home." The letter officer read the envelope in his hand with a difficult expression on his face, his limp body already trembling a little.
"Even...Marshal Shen Wei..." The middle-aged man stroked his forehead and fell down on the gold and stone dragon chair, "Come here, Minister Xuanfu, come to me." "Bedroom", his face was pale, without a trace of blood, and the rosy look on his face in the past had been replaced by a haggard look.
"Who is it? Who dares to kill me?" He slammed the dragon chair, and his frail body looked even more frail after the shock of the dragon chair.
"Your Majesty, calm down, calm down," all the courtiers knelt down and worshiped outside the palace door, saying in unison.
"It's ridiculous, it's sad. I'm a proud man, but I'm watching the great men in my court being slaughtered one by one, and I don't have any tricks. Don't call me your majesty. I'm incompetent for my job." He He covered his forehead, but he didn't know whether he was really sad or fake.
Three moments later, a young man with a handsome appearance and extraordinary temperament strode into the palace. His brows were furrowed, but there was no sadness on his face. On the contrary, there was a twinkle in his slender eyes. A sharp light.
"Your Majesty, I am here to attend." The young man knelt on the ground and said respectfully.
"I love you, no courtesy." Yin Jun, the leader of the Northern Emperor Kingdom, waved his hand and said with a weak voice.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." This young man is Yin Jiuxing, the auxiliary minister of the Northern Empire. This Yin Jiuxing is truly remarkable. He knows astronomy and geography, and he is also good at martial arts. He is very important in the court and the public of the Northern Empire.
The three giants who died beforehand were indeed far behind him.
And the reason why Yin Jun called him here was because his wonderful hands could shake the destiny, so he asked him to shake a hexagram.
Yin Jiuxing knew Yin Jun's purpose when he came. Although this destiny can be guessed, the price is also very heavy. Those who know destiny will perish themselves. Yin Jiuxing naturally knows the truth. However, destiny cannot be violated. At this moment The sky above his head is Yin Jun.
Therefore, although he frowned, he did not feel any sadness, but he was also a person who could take things up and let them go.
Although this life is a small life, it is a rare life. Who would not hesitate to take his life? However, after thinking about it, I feel relieved. God is going to kill you, but what can you do to stop it?
He spread the hexagram symbols on the cloth and suddenly shook it. The copper coins made a few jingling sounds. Then he raised his hand and the copper coins were scattered on the cloth. The meaning of the hexagram gradually began to appear on the cloth. His eyes unfolded.
He smiled bitterly in his heart, but didn't know how to express it. He said with a bitter look on his face: "Your Majesty, this hexagram means..."
"What? What did the hexagram say?" Yin Jun suddenly stood up and said with a worried look on his face.
"Your Majesty, this hexagram means..." Yin Jiuxing hesitated.
"How? Tell me quickly!" Yin Jun said impatiently.
"Good luck!" Yin Jiuxing said with a smile on his face, but his heart was like a dead tree, already rotten.
Yin Jun laughed loudly and said: "Good! Very good! It seems that our dynasty is still going to have great fortune. Let's prepare a small amount of wine quickly and entertain all the heroes to boost the prestige of the country."
Yin Jiuxing followed behind Yin Jun with a gloomy look on his face. The banquet was filled with thick wine and thin flowers, and everyone was drunk. I don't know who shouted: "Why don't you find someone to sing "Drunken Jiangnan" "?"
"Okay! Very good, quickly find some moths and swallows to play a song "Drunken Jiangnan" for me," Yin Jun said with drunken eyes.
In the brightly lit evening, watchmen holding candles in their hands slowly wandered the streets, "It's dry and things are dry, be careful with candles." Those shouts seemed like a group of weak firelight, gradually Disappeared at the end of the night, and the lanterns hanging on both sides of the street emitted a dim yellow light in the dark night.
A thin, solitary figure, wearing a night-walking robe, quickly passed over the wall and the corner of the city. His movements were extremely light and free, like a swallow on a beam, without any jerkiness in his movements.
He was holding a black iron scimitar in his hand. The bright blade of the scimitar looked even more chilly under the cold moonlight.
In a dimly lit mansion, Yin Jiuxing was holding an ancient book and reading quietly under the dim light. His face was extremely pale, and his fingers that turned the pages of the book were trembling violently at that moment. "Why?" How could it be like this?" He threw the ancient book on the ground with a snap, lit it on fire with a candle, and stamped it with his feet, as if he had seen something extremely ominous.
At this time, a piece of rubble on the mansion was gently opened, and a ray of dim light came out from the cracks in the tiles. The person standing on the tiles curved the corners of his mouth upwards, Then I didn’t know if it was a gust of wind blowing, or if that moment was just an illusion.
The pungent smell of blood spread to the entire house, and Yin Jiuxing, who had been lamenting under the candlelight just now, was left with only a headless corpse, spurting pungent and sweet blood.
The young man walked in the dark night, resting his head on his arms, yawning out of boredom, and sighed boringly: "I have wine today, and I will get drunk today, go ahead and drink." After that, a rebellious sneer appeared on his face.
At the same time, to the southeast of Yin Feng City, a woman wearing a bamboo hat was followed gracefully by a few skinny young people. They walked very slowly, like a few casual tourists.
The sky was dimming, and the whole world was still covered in darkness. The darkness was still a little sparse. A bright light peeked out from the edge of the horizon. The so-called dark moon and high winds were a good time to kill, but it was not seen. Before dawn, you can save the lives of despicable people.
The woman was wearing a red-sleeved robe and an orange long skirt that swayed in the cold wind as she walked. She walked faster and faster, but her steps were steady and quick, and the speed was quiet. At this time, the rain On the rolling streets, several tall horses came towards them. Not only was the tall horse covered in hair, but it was also quite skinny. However, sitting on the horses were several wretched men with fleshy faces and a lot of money.
