In Jinzhou, Li Xingyun was dressed in black armor, riding a spear and riding a horse to lift a Khitan man high.
When he was wandering around the world, he had no so-called hatred for the Khitan, and there was no hatred at all.
The Tang Dynasty was tolerant, and foreign races were not uncommon in the Tang Dynasty.
But since he saw the Khitan slaughtering the city, he suddenly understood that it was not that the Tang Dynasty was tolerant, but that the Tang Dynasty was powerful. It was so powerful that these alien races wanted to bow down, it was so powerful that these alien races had to endure hardships, and it was so powerful that these alien races wanted to surrender to the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty. His title - Tian Khan!
After all, aliens are aliens. They are wolves and hyenas. When they are weak, they tuck their tails between their legs, but once they gain power, they will reveal their fangs.
Li Xingyun began to feel that he needed hatred. He had already embarked on this road. In this land, whether they are living, dead, or dying people, they will all be his people. The hatred of the people should be his hatred.
If he wants to bear the weight of the world on his shoulders, he must first bear the grievances of the world!
He has never been a tolerant person. He has always believed in retribution. He has been like this since he was a child. He only learned to distinguish between right and wrong, and to distinguish between grudges and grudges.
How to repay kindness with kindness? Repay vengeance with straightness and repay kindness with kindness!
His senior brother has taught him this since he was a child, and this is how people should be!
When the fire lit up from Youzhou City that night, he made up his mind.
If Khitan is immortal, how can he ascend the throne?
The screams of the last Khitan soldier stopped. Li Xingyun swung his spear, and the blood beads on the gun turned into a line of blood and flew out.
He seemed to understand what his senior brother said. In this world, power is truth!
The setting sun was like blood, reflecting the corpse lying in the pool of blood bright red. The horse's hooves were brisk, and the spear reflected a touch of scarlet.
Stepping past a pool of blood and corpses, Zhao Lian walked out of a house, covered in blood, holding a head with wide eyes in his hand.
The head was twisted and ferocious. There were five bloody holes on the top of the head. Zhao Lian's fingers were stuck inside. The neck was broken in jagged spots and blood was pouring down like rain. The head was torn off by force. It is obvious that this person died. the pain before.
"The first thing is done!"
Zhao Lian murmured, then picked up the head and left.
Without the cover of his strong body, the situation in the yard was immediately revealed. Bodies were scattered on the ground, about a hundred people. Some bodies were intact, while others were in miserable death conditions, as if they had been torn apart by tigers, leopards and jackals. More than average.
Jiang Yunqing was talking about decapitating the leader of the Lianyun Gang, but in fact all 90 members of the Lianyun Gang died in this house. Zhao Lian can be said to have overfulfilled the task.
In fact, Zhao Lian did not want to kill like this. He also gave these people opportunities, but unfortunately only a few people took advantage of them.
While walking on the path back to Qiyun Tower, someone occasionally passed by, but they were scared away by Zhao Lian, who was covered in blood and holding a ferocious head in his hand.
It was quiet along the way, even quieter than when we arrived in the morning.
Zhao Lian lowered his head and looked at his clothes, which were stained red by blood and turned dark red due to oxidation, and the ferocious head in his hand, and showed a wry smile.
Maybe he was scared by himself!
He wasn't talking about people, he was talking about this alley.
At this time, a figure with a maid's hair in a bun and a purple gauze stopped at the exit of the alley, holding an aqua blue sword in one hand and a wooden box in the other.
Zhao Lian stopped and looked at the woman who was blocking the road. He suddenly looked wary and asked in a deep voice, "Why is the girl blocking someone's way?"
He could feel that this woman's aura was not weak. Although it was a bit vain, he didn't know if it was a deliberate trap.
The woman didn't answer at first, but stretched out her hand to open the wooden box in her hand, and then said: "Just leave the head in your hand to me, and you can do the second thing that the teacher told you!"
"It turns out that the man is Mr., then the girl will be in trouble!"
Zhao Lian breathed a sigh of relief, and in a flash, he came to the woman and put the ferocious head in his hand into the wooden box.
The five fingers were separated from the head, and the bright red fingers pulled out several white threads, which were cut off by the closed wooden box.
The woman didn't stay too long. After collecting the head, she turned around and left.
Seeing the frown on the woman's face when she closed the wooden box, Zhao Lian raised his arm in front of him and smelled it. The strong smell of blood was so pungent that Zhao Lian himself couldn't help but frown.
"In my current state, I'm afraid I'll be surrounded and killed before I get close to the Governor's Mansion. No matter how powerful Mr. Jiang is, it won't help."
With this thought in his mind, Zhao Lian turned out of the alley and headed towards his home.
In addition to freshening up, he also wanted to pay homage to his mother. His life or death was uncertain, and he did not dare to strain his mother's protection. He just wanted to tell his mother that although an unfilial son has not been favored by others, he still has a chance. Leave a name in history.
Xiao Agu was only a Khitan general. If he could fight and kill him, it would be possible for him to leave his name in history.
Thinking about the opportunity Mr. Jiang mentioned, this is it.
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In Qiyun Tower, Jiang Yunqing and the Empress had just returned hand in hand when a disciple of Huanyinfang came back carrying a wooden box.
Jiang Yunqing didn't look at it and waved his hand: "Take it and feed it to the dog!"
He has never been a generous person. Since someone dares to make an idea against the Empress, no matter whether it is the Empress taking the initiative to cause trouble or not, he deserves to die!
Besides, these people were not good people to begin with, they were just rotten people like Zhao Lian, but Zhao Lian was lucky enough to be his guinea pig.
In troubled times, the dead are in power, and in prosperous times, the dead are also in power. It is impossible to kill all the dead in this world. He can't do it, Yuan Tiangang can't do it, and neither can Li Xingyun who will ascend the throne and become emperor in the future. He needs a special knife. Just put it on the necks of these rotten people.
And Zhao Lian is the first special knife.
"Yes!" The Huanyinfang disciple retreated.
"Zhao Lian is quick and decisive in his actions. He killed nearly a hundred people without any force. He was neither exhausted nor injured. However, he is a good soldier for the army. No wonder you said he has some talent!"
The entire Yunzhou City was under the surveillance of Huanyinfang, and Zhao Lian's killings in that house naturally could not be hidden from the empress.
"By the way, did you really not initiate that Zhao Lian? He seems to have only practiced a set of long fists. How can he be so fierce with just a set of long fists?"
The empress looked at Jiang Yunqing doubtfully. She knew that Jiang Yunqing could use her own skills to empower others and help others quickly improve their skills. Nowadays, the high-end combat power of her Huanyinfang has been improved in this way.
"No, it's just that he's so talented that he just managed to practice a set of long fists like this!"
Jiang Yunqing shook his head gently. He was also slightly surprised at the time, thinking that Mr. Shen Hui had practiced a set of brilliant wind and thunder fists for most of his life and was only a small amount of strength.
And this Zhao Lian just practiced two long fists casually. He is only thirty years old, but he has strength comparable to that of Zhongtian.
It's really like comparing people to each other, and I don't have the face to meet others!
ps: Let me reiterate, there is no eunuch, I just worked overtime for more than a week, at 11 or 12 o'clock every day, I was too tired to go home and couldn't write.
