However, they heard several fierce horse neighs. The mixed-haired horse kicked forward with both hooves. Several fat men sitting on the horses fell to the ground at the same time, and what was waiting for them was a cold steel knife. .
In the court hall, Yin Jun sat slumped on the dragon chair, looking blankly at the weak ministers kneeling in the court hall. At this moment, they were like a piece of floating grass, swaying in the wind, as if they would be hidden in the dark at any time. The killer here is Ling Chi.
"Dead again, dead again... Five people died together this time, what do you think I should do?" Yin Jun looked at the ministers with dull eyes. He almost died last night because of the anxiety that struck his heart. This morning, he supported his frail body and invited some Buddhist and Taoist priests to preach. However, he knew in his heart that even so, it would not help. There was a faint premonition in his heart, a bad premonition.
And in a magnificent palace thousands of miles away, Dugu Yinche, wearing black armor, looked at the ministers proudly. His domineering attitude of looking down on all living beings was indeed common to all the kings of the Chechi Kingdom, but His momentum is even better.
"Your Highness, give the order! We will follow your Highness to the death," the ministers said angrily.
"Very good, you will go out with me today to fight, and kill him without leaving any trace behind." A hint of arrogant smile appeared on Dugu Yinche's face.
On the top of a huge mountain, a Taoist in green robes, holding a whisk in his hand, stared at the snow-capped hometown in the northwest. His eyes were like torches, and his thin face was filled with the vicissitudes of the years. On his gray beard, there were There was a glint of ice on her face, and although her cheeks were sunken, she looked even more moralistic and fairy-like.
"Old friend, are you here for Chechi Country?" The green-robed Taoist wiped the long sword in his hand with his sleeves and looked at Huang Yu standing beside him with a smile.
Huang Yu laughed loudly and said: "I really can't hide it from you. I am here because of Chechi."
The green-robed Taoist stroked his long beard and said with a smile: "You old man, good things never happen to me, but you have such hard work, so you come to find me out of the mountain."
Huang Yu frowned and said, "How come? You don't want to?"
The green-robed Taoist laughed loudly and said: "If it is for the sake of the common people and the country, the old man will naturally be happy to serve, but if it is for some cunning and personal gain, even if the emperor comes, I will not even think about it!"
"You old man, you have never changed. You are stubborn and don't know how to be flexible. God knows how you survived until now." Huang Yu said happily, sweeping the cold snow from his arms.
"Old man, the old man naturally understands very well, why do you need to think about it?" After saying that, Taoist Qingpao took a purple clay pot from nowhere. There were some green tea leaves in the purple clay pot, and the tea leaves were boiling. The boiling water was rolling and rising, and after a while, a pot of light tea was brewed.
"I say that you are a wild man who lives in the mountains. I admire your character very much, but I don't know if you will still be as clear as before in this dirty world," Huang Yu joked.
"So what if it's dirty? What if it's clear and bright? When you come out of the silt, you won't be stained, and when you clean the ripples, you won't be evil. Isn't that what this book says?" The green-robed Taoist raised his eyebrows and poured a cup of light tea. He put it into a black gold cup and handed it to Huang Yu, "You, the desire to kill is too strong. You can naturally stop it by drinking a cup of tea and looking at the mountains and seas."
"I don't understand what you say. I kill all evil people, isn't it right?" Huang Yu said tit for tat.
"Evil people will have their own evil retribution. Killing people is to kill the evil in their hearts, not to kill their lives. Since you can kill their evil, why hurt their lives?" The green-robed Taoist laughed, and the tea was sizzling. The clear spring flowed into his throat.
"You old man, you give me some sweat medicine every day, but it makes me confused and I don't know what to do," Huang Yu said arrogantly.
Taoist Qingpao sighed and said: "People in this world can't distinguish between sobriety and confusion. There is indeed too much sludge, and the green lotus is too aloof. If a pond of lotus can bloom, this sludge will become nourishment." "
Huang Yu sighed: "The country is so beautiful that it attracts countless heroes to bow down. This world not only needs lotus flowers, but also heroes."
The Qingpao Taoist laughed loudly and said: "The one who conquers the world is a virtuous man. He is covered in blood and kills cruelly. How can he save the common people? In my opinion, it is better to say that he is doing harm to all living beings, and Where did the hero come from?”
"In your opinion, this hero can stand in the world without seeing the light of sword or blood?" Huang Yu asked doubtfully.
The green-robed Taoist narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "This is God's will. Just realize it yourself."
"There must be a teacher from me when we are walking together. If I don't follow my teacher, how can I gain understanding?" Huang Yu said gradually.
"Hmph! You are such a rude and barbaric child, and you still want to listen to me preaching. Are you going to save this world or not?" the green-robed Taoist snorted coldly.
"Save, of course, you have to save it. Come down the mountain with me quickly! This mountain of swords and sea of fire is really like purgatory on earth, but it's not just what you say." Huang Yu stepped on an iron sword and walked away with the wind.
The green-robed Taoist held the fly whisk in his hand and walked away. In the misty mountains, only a thin layer of clouds was left. The green peaks stood among the clouds and mist. The clear sunlight spread on the green peaks, and the layer of mist also became thinner. The hair is thinning.
A layer of purple clouds rises in the east, and in the vast sky, there are indeed white cranes, heading towards the increasingly abundant light.
But it is Yinfeng City where the rain is relatively calm. The rustling rain curtain makes this weak and lonely city even more humble.
Yu Zun wore a bamboo hat on his head and walked leisurely among the alleys of the city. The singing girl in the brothel still had a flattering smile on her face. On the quiet river, a solitary boat sang in the evening. The old man in the bamboo hat carrying a wine pot looked towards The red sun on the horizon is getting stronger and stronger, and a hint of fear gradually appears on the face. This windy and rainy lonely city has long forgotten the light.
In the alley, the wooden attic smelled of feces and urine. The lazy woman pushed open the window, frowned, closed the window, and said disappointedly: "When will this rain stop?" !”
But at that time, Yu Zun happened to encounter a bamboo forest. The bamboo forest was lush and green. The jointed bamboo poles lifted up the soil and surged toward the light like broken bamboo. Yu Zun took a bamboo leaf, placed it between his nose, and smiled calmly, Flying the bamboo leaves in the wind, the bamboo leaves swirled in the wind and fell quietly into the soil. If time goes faster, in a few days, there will be an extra piece of green here.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and in the stormy winter day, thunderbolts flashed over the head from time to time. The sharp swords and halberds looked so hard and stubborn under the dazzling thunder light, "The evil in the world will be punished, and the world will be peaceful and prosperous!"
Several masked scholars stepped on the tiles and jumped and ran quickly on the ridge of the roof. Under the tiles, there were patches of wine pools and meat forests. Wherever the scholars passed, the smell of wine and meat was like that of a prosperous age. elephant.
It is raining outside the window, and there are bright lights inside the window, and people are drinking and drinking. The generals stationed in the military camps around the imperial city of the Northern Empire have already been dazzled by the victory in the past few days. They spend their days singing and drinking, which is like a dream. Zhongshengjing.
On this night, the general's camp stationed in the northwest of the deserted city was slaughtered in one night. This general's camp is the place where the military's power is planned. It is absolutely impossible to move away from this general's camp when arranging troops. .
This destroyed the machine camp, and the barracks seemed to have lost its soul and turned into a piece of loose sand.
In the early morning of the next day, Yin Jun woke up from his dream. He was covered in cold sweat, as if he had experienced a serious illness. On his pale cheeks, his bloodshot pupils were full of haggard and panic.
"Come on, quickly recruit the auxiliary ministers to discuss matters."
"Your Majesty, the auxiliary minister, he...he..." The minister who usually trudged arrogantly, now his body was trembling, and the twitching corners of his mouth were even more difficult to suppress the panic in his heart.
"What's wrong with him?" Yin Jun said with sunken cheeks and a weak breath.
"Your Majesty...the Assistant Minister...he...was...killed a few days ago." The powerful minister's face was covered in cold sweat. His weak knees were already weak, and after saying these words, all the strength in his body was completely drained.
"What...what did you say..." Yin Jun fell to the ground and shouted: "Heaven wants to kill me, God wants to kill me."
He had a dream last night, but he didn't know why. When he woke up from this dream, he seemed to have slept more deeply. The death of Yin Jiuxing a few days ago was also in this dream of the end of prosperity. , became hazy and unclear.
"Your Majesty, I am sorry, I am sorry." All the ministers who were guarding in front of the palace knelt on the ground, feeling very sad.
"Order people to investigate, and investigate quickly. Our dynasty is in danger, and we must find out the killer hidden behind it." Yin Jun's gloomy face, covered with dark clouds, and his bloodshot eyes were like a wild beast, Already on the verge of madness.
At that time, Yu Zun was still walking happily among the crowds. The world had not changed due to these changes in the dynasty. The bustling streets and alleys were still as lively as before, and the smiles on people's faces were still the same. Wen Che remained the same, but the soldier patrolling the streets stared at the men and women walking with a cold look on his face.
A rainbow appears after the storm, and a rainbow hangs over the gossipy streets, but this rainbow is extremely weak, as if it does not care for the weak government and the public.
The defeat of the general camp was undoubtedly a fatal blow to the Northern Empire. Yin Jun, who sang, sang and danced all day long, no longer had the carefreeness before, nor the temperament of guiding the country at that time. He looked more like a The dying old man is waiting for God's judgment on him.
But at this time, the bad news came one after another, like a barrage of cannons. Without any concern about whether Yin Jun could bear it, the million-strong army of Chechi Kingdom had arrived at Fengjiang City, the border gate of Northern Emperor Kingdom.
This Fengjiang City is as solid as a golden soup. The tall city walls are as if they are made of steel. There are hundreds of thousands of soldiers guarding the city. Fengjiang City is surrounded by mountains on three sides. It can be attacked or defended. Gain the blessings of heaven and earth.
On this day, the wind was howling, people and horses were neighing, and the sound of swords and halberds was everywhere in Fengjiang City. Chickens and dogs were jumping on the stove, and books and stupid trees were rotten under the beams. People's hearts were in danger, and there was no more. The original symbol of peace.
I can’t blame others for this. It is indeed in line with the saying, “Prosperity, the people suffer, and death, the people suffer.” How to weigh the pros and cons is the fundamental way to solve the suffering of the people.
In front of Fengjiang City, on the vast plain, there were already flags fluttering and wind and smoke billowing. The tall horses lined up in front of the formation were panting heavily, their hooves constantly rubbing against the ground, as if they had been impatient for this battle. .
Woo!
When I was drunk, I read the sword by burning the lamp, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company.
There have been many heroes who shed tears because of this poem in their dreams. Now their wish has come true. In this life, only my country can serve our descendants forever.
The clear light quietly caressed the fireworks floating out of the ruins of Fengjiang City. The wind and smoke dissipated, the clouds and mist cleared, and the early sun burst out. Although it was a defeated city, there was no trace of pain or sorrow on the faces of the people. Over the past hundred years of imperial history, heavy taxes, torture, and people's livelihood have been miserable. Thinking about it, this scene is indeed a bitter fruit.
Dugu Yinche led the siege generals to inspect Fengjiang City, which had a favorable location but no favorable weather conditions. The defeated army was heartbroken. Although the attackers gained gains, they also suffered heavy losses. A million-strong army was defeated. Thirty percent of the halberd is fair.
However, the compassion in Dugu Yinche's heart did not make him very excited because of the fertile soil under his feet. He looked at the soldiers behind him and said: "My heart is compassionate, and it is difficult to see the sorrow of bloodshed. However, if we don't fight in this battle, the bloodshed will be even worse. , my injury is even more serious. Please bring some food and grass to help the people in the city. The powerful people are guilty, but the people are not guilty. I hope all living beings are safe."
