Ye San is the most familiar with this powerful and coveted palace city. He had been in and out a lot when he was a child, making him, a young man with a different surname in the palace, the most popular one except for the eunuchs and maids or the two guards of Jinwu Qianniu. A familiar foreigner.
It's just that I have never missed the third watch of the night. Standing on the nine-foot-long city wall outside the palace, overlooking the bustling Xibo City.
And it's still in the tower above Zhuque Gate.
As always, Suzaku Avenue prohibits carriages and horses. The more than fifty feet of imperial road is like a long line, connecting this central hub of the Great Zhou Dynasty with the world. Then they spread out outside Mingde Gate and controlled the world remotely.
The intersecting vertical streets and horizontal passages cut the almost square city into horizontal and vertical pieces, which are square and square, like black and white black herons, sitting in a circle.
The huge city was divided into two parts by a wide imperial road, with fifty-four blocks each in the east and west. It was bustling with traffic, especially the east and west cities, which were crowded with people.
A prosperous age is nothing more than that.
It's just that in the prosperous times, in broad daylight, Pingkangli, wrapped tightly in red silk and pink satin, was in chaos.
There were several men dressed in Western costumes, running through the lanes at high speed, just to get rid of a young man who was chasing after them.
The young man's body was stained with blood. He picked up a wooden stick in his hand. The teeth were intertwined and jagged, and blood dripped all the way from the crack. It was full of blood.
Not far away, several corpses were scattered about. Some had skulls that were broken and incomplete, some had legs draped over their shoulders at weird angles, some had intestines dripping all over the floor, and some had faces turned backwards.
The smeared and scantily clad Yingying Yanyan around them screamed and dodge, some boldly pointed, and made random guesses as to why Saburo Yejia was so ruthless.
Some shrewd scoundrels may have heard the news a long time ago, saying that the Ye family's unmarried daughter-in-law was humiliated by horse thieves, which also attracted a lot of meddlesome people to speculate that she was a child bride or a Loulan girl from the Western Regions.
But that didn't matter anymore. Another scream came, someone had a stick stuck in his neck, and blood was flowing.
This time, there was no boldness, only screaming.
On the tower of Zhuque Gate, the old man turned a blind eye to the patrolling Qianniu Guards and said with a smile: "This is for your own woman, so let's change her."
Traveling thousands of miles away, mountains and seas are moving at your feet, the sun and the moon are changing, and in this small town built of loess, fire rises into the sky.
There was a young man, covered in blood, walking around dozens of men on horseback.
A steel knife flew up and down in his hand, killing him if he hit it. No matter if it was a human or a horse, blood flowed on the ground like a river, and the yellow sand changed color.
Some of the horse thieves who couldn't stand the killing were so frightened that they ran wildly, hoping to leave the place quickly. However, on the only way out of the town, they were pierced through the skull by a crossbow archer who had already ambushed him and died under his horse.
There was a burly man in armor in the dark. He asked the wealthy middle-aged man next to him, with a somewhat uneasy tone, "Still killing? This is the third wave in two days. There are more than 40 people."
The rich middle-aged man, who was still sweating profusely in the cold night, said in an equally frightened voice, but pretended to be calm, "How do you feel about your woman being driven crazy?"
The man wearing a turban, who should be ranked as a Ranger General, sighed, looked at the one-sided battle situation, and frowned slightly.
Also frowning slightly was the old man next to him in the middle of the night. This time the smile disappeared from his face and he snorted coldly: "As expected of a big family, with a lot of tricks. Then come again."
With a wave of sleeves, things change.
In the military camp of Shouchuo Old City, a knife cut through the sky, with the same force as the sky, and the dark clouds rolled in and out, like a gap across the sky, making the world tremble.
A young man carried a young girl on his back, and with the power of his sword, he opened the chest of the man in front of him, leaving him bloody and bloody.
A group of desperadoes with guns and sticks around them have never seen such a formation even if they have been licking blood from the tip of the knife for many years. Broken arms and legs are common, and wounds as long as a knife's arm have been seen. The most cruel It is not that these men who have their heads pinned to their waistbands have not experienced it before, but this kind of penetration through the chest, directly breaking the hole as big as the head, is absolutely unprecedented and shocking!
Already frightened out of their wits, the horse thieves dispersed. This disgusting scene even caused several men to vomit on the spot, making the scene extremely chaotic.
The old man who was watching from the wall lost all his indifference this time, and his eyebrows were twisted into a ball. Without saying much, he just waved his sleeves and said "Come again."
The time has passed and the sky has changed. The sun is high and the sky is thin.
At Dengzhou City Pier, the sea breeze carries not only the salty smell, but also a hint of blood.
The young man was supporting a man who was a head taller than himself as he walked through the streets and alleys. A dozen feet away behind him, there were six or seven masked men in black, surrounding him in a semicircle. The kunai was held sideways in his hand, and the shuriken was clasped inside. Explain the identities of these people.
In a secluded place, the young man stopped and stopped running. Further along this alley, there should be a main road running back to the city.
It stands to reason that this is a crowded and noisy place, so these foreign killers will avoid doing things and will not make a big show of brazen rebellion. It's just that the young man has his own plan.
After all, blood was oozing from the tall man's abdomen, and his cloak was soaked through. His shoulders were also a bright red, and the blood flowed down his arms, past the bamboo pole in his hand, and fell to the ground.
This kind of injury, if you continue to use vigorous movements, although it is not fatal, excessive blood loss is not a good thing.
Standing on the nearest fire-watching tower with Midnight Watch, the gray-haired old man watched the scene with cold eyes.
"Wagashi, don't blame me for talking too much. Who have you offended? To be able to pursue you all the way to our Great Zhou territory must be because of the hatred of killing your father and taking away your wife." The young man leaned on the ground with the steel knife in his hand, panting. .
The tall man next to him smiled bitterly. His expression turned a little painful as he pulled at the wound on his abdomen. Two figure-eight scars stretched across his eyes, making him look even more ferocious. He took a breath and said helplessly, "In these years of fighting between the north and the south, many people have been offended. Master Ye, please don't make this joke."
The words are in the official dialect of the Zhou Dynasty, but the wording is a bit stiff and stiff.
The young man didn't seem to take the other party's words seriously, and still joked: "It's really hard for a blind man like you to come all the way. The king of your country is really relieved about you."
"Master Ye, should we consider how to escape first?" The tall man, known as the Wakashi, felt embarrassed. "If we delay any longer, I will run out of energy."
Obviously not caring about the group of masked men approaching slowly, the young man helped the tall man sit aside, still casual and uninhibited, and said with a smile: "You guys are troublesome, no matter how much energy or skills you have, with your little physical strength, you can We, Dazhou, will have to die as a joke."
Being poked in a painful spot, the tall man couldn't help but say, "Master Ye, don't blame me if you make fun of me again..."
"Look, look, you're not happy anymore after just two words." The young man interrupted, "Just stay here and let me use your bamboo sword."
Without waiting for the other party's consent, the young man reached out and grabbed the blood-stained bamboo pole. The tall man touched the wound and took another breath.
"This is a knife!" the tall man said angrily. He was already overwhelmed by the young man who had been making fun of him since they met.
Having also seen the other party's commands, the young man quickly twisted the bamboo joint and pulled out the slender and long knife inside.
"In Suwen Fuying, Xin Tianhong, a master swordsmith, spent his whole life casting eleven magical weapons, which are called the eleven most powerful artifacts. Especially this white sword, the Bamboo Junzi, which is no more than two fingers wide. It is slender but extremely sharp, so it can be regarded as the first sword of the supreme great cause. I am lucky enough to see it, it is wonderful."
Hearing the compliments from the young man, the tall man who already hated this foul-mouthed young man rarely smiled.
With a steel knife in his right hand and a narrow knife in his left hand, the young man stepped forward to meet the masked men.
"You think I can't beat you if I keep running? You're wrong. This is Dazhou. Before I take action, I have to ensure that I won't scare the people under my command."
"In this prosperous age, we can't tolerate you guys making trouble."
"Now that you're here, don't leave."
The sudden burst of turbulent flames swept up debris around the alleyway and flew up.
"Look, I'm just enlightened. This is not much stronger than your Fuying's sword energy. Even your fingers are too thick to lift shoes."
The tall man who had just slightly changed his mind was angry again: There is a saying in Dazhou, what is it called? The bad guys from the Southeast and the cheap guys from the Northwest are no match for the gossips from the capital city!
Even the old man on Dewanghuo Tower couldn't help but laugh. He cursed "stinky mouth" and the smile returned to his face again.
"Finally, it's no longer about those troubles caused by women." The old man waved his robe sleeves again, "Come again."
Things change, spring passes and winter comes.
It's still the capital, this time in Liquanfang.
The Great Zhou Dynasty inherited the prestige of the previous dynasty and spent a hundred years recuperating and recuperating. Its national strength was unprecedented. Therefore, all nations from all over the world came to the dynasty. In this prosperous atmosphere, for the sake of the great country's face, as early as the period of the former emperor, a mansion was specially set aside for imperial edicts to house elegant residences for foreign nations. The messenger lives.
It is Liquanfang.
In the mansion that had just been renamed "Fuying" a few months ago, the guards turned a blind eye to this young man who was also ranked high in the capital.
It is said that boys are a nuisance to dogs at the age of seven or eight, but to some people who have lived in the capital for a long time, this young man with an astonishing family background has been a nuisance to dogs for ten years.
There was no way he could be helped. Not only did he have a prominent family background, but even some of the big shots in the royal family favored him, and all kinds of favors contributed to his arrogance and majesty.
"Wake Wangyou, I told you that you can't walk, you can't walk, why don't you listen? It's just you guys with sword air flow. Those with poor physical fitness can't outrun a dog. They were beaten when they left the city. Don't blame the other party for being so powerful. , you are too weak."
The tall, blind man in the hall, who was feeling depressed, had chosen to stay away from this noisy young man for a month. However, this was his territory, and any troubles in his area would reach his ears immediately. The tall man Naturally bored.
It's just that the depression doesn't stop there. What's depressing is that as soon as he and his party leave the capital, they are met by killers from their own country who rush to intercept and kill them.
They are all swordsmanship styles that restrain the sword energy flow.
It can be seen that the mastermind behind the scenes also has good intentions and deep calculations.
This time on the way back to the country, the situation was even worse. They took action openly in the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Three out of ten people in the originally small mission were lost, and they had to withdraw miserably. But he never imagined that as soon as he entered the door with his front foot, the young man would follow with his hind foot.
Especially a burst of sarcasm, which really deserves a beating.
"Just listen to me, go to my house, I'll find someone for you, and we can fuse your Fuying's hundreds of years of qi magic war with him."
"I'm telling you, the masters I know are all gone. My father, my grandfather, they are all like this."
The boy gave a thumbs up, but realized that the other party couldn't see it either, so he added, "Second to none!"
The tall man named Waka Wangyou ignored him.
"Don't believe me, do you know what my grandfather did before? Fighting against all the invincibles in the world. If he hadn't always thought about getting promoted and making a fortune, he would have been the first person to enter the palace and become an immortal in the past five hundred years."
After indirectly asking about this king with a different surname from the dynasty, the tall man retorted: "That is also the prince's ability. What does it have to do with you?"
He was actually choked by the other party, but the young man was not annoyed and said: "Don't worry about those people. Anyway, I asked my grandfather to find someone for me. He will definitely give me my face. Otherwise, I will ask my brother to trim his beard." This trick works well. When the worst happens, I ask my mother to step in. Don’t look at my grandfather’s behavior outside. Everyone in my family is most afraid of my mother. Except for my father’s drinking, my mother can’t control it. I can’t do anything my grandfather writes on his memorial. Mother has the final say. If I ask my mother to speak, my grandfather will definitely not dare to refuse."
All the Zhou soldiers in the courtyard watched with their noses and noses in mind, but turned a deaf ear to this, which was considered a serious crime of leaking the family affairs of the imperial minister.
When Fuying came to court, the two scars on his eyes almost touched each other and turned into a herringbone. He finally asked: "I, Fuying Sword Qiliu, have been reduced to nothing by you. Why do you insist on helping me? What are you trying to do?" I support the Ying royal family, but I really don’t have any benefits for you anymore.”
Since interests were involved, the soldiers of the Xiaowei Battalion responsible for protecting the house had to consciously move outward.
It doesn't matter if you hear it, but if you are traced, you will be beheaded.
"What are you trying to do?" The young man who obviously didn't notice the subtle atmosphere around him said in shock, "What am I trying to do for you? What's the point of being friends? It's just because we are friends. I don't want my friend to be so incompetent. , being bullied everywhere.”
The tall man's two scars opened, revealing the scary whites of his eyes.
"friend?"
"Isn't it?" The young man patted the other party's shoulder very maturely, like a street gangster, and said in an arrogant manner, "My mother said that those who have fought side by side are friends."
"Don't worry, I have to find someone to break the centuries-old qigong dispute between you and Fuying Kendo."
The messenger from Fuying was moved.
The old man who had been watching from the side looked at the late night watcher who was immersed in the past, and said with a smile: "The boy is not without merit."
"I'm useless after all." In the middle of the night, I suddenly thought of the neat swear words my sister had used when she scolded the old scholar from Xingtan Imperial College.
Although there was no need to say it, the old man laughed.
"I won't watch anymore." The old man turned around and sighed, "Follow your original intention, that's your true heart. That boy from Liangwei will not die unjustly."
"A young man who is a hero and has a clear conscience is a great good deed."
"Come on, come on, it's better not to go, it's better not to go."
