After the old man issued the eviction order, Peng Wen chuckled, turned around and walked out of Gu's house.
More than half of the Gu family's guards were killed or injured. These guards were buried with the highest courtesy. They dedicated their lives for the Gu family.
Yang Yang took Gu Xiaotian, who was cleaning, to the side and said, "The imperial court will send someone down soon. We have made an appointment at a fixed location. Don't forget to inform me."
Gu Xiaotian nodded in agreement, turned around and continued cleaning.
...
Kyoto Imperial Palace, Yangxin Hall.
The palace has a golden dome and a red door. Looking inside, the inner pillars are supported by multiple giant red pillars. There is also a lifelike golden dragon engraved on the pillars, which is particularly spectacular.
The manager Ouchi received the emergency report and trotted into the Yangxin Hall.
The old emperor Sun Yanshou looked sickly, but he still sat at the table and approved the memorial. Seeing his chief chamberlain in such a hurry, he shook his head dissatisfiedly and said: "How many times have I told you, don't do things so carelessly. "
Zheng Dehai, the general manager of the palace, responded. He followed the old emperor all the way and understood that every word of the old emperor was for his own good. But this matter is not trivial. Seeing Zheng Dehai said in a hurry: "Your Majesty, the young master of the Peng family brought a large number of troops to the Gu family today, and the young master of the Yang family brought back 300 cavalry from the border, regardless of the obstruction of the guards on guard at our city gate. We also broke into the capital together."
In fact, in Kyoto, what the emperor wanted to see was for the three families to check and balance each other, so as to maintain the status of the royal family. But at this moment, Peng Wen jumped out and wanted to break the structure of the three families, which made the old emperor Sun Yanshou very angry.
What's more, three hundred cavalry entering the city is no longer a small matter.
The sick Sun Yanshou began to cough violently, and Zheng Dehai quickly stepped forward to help pat the old emperor's descendants. But Sun Yanshou's coughing worsened, a mouthful of thick blood surged into his throat, sprayed on the golden dragon of the giant pillar, and he passed out.
Zheng Dehai was startled. He was used to seeing the old emperor coughing up blood. He also knew that the old emperor's life was coming to an end, but he fainted today for the first time.
He quickly called the imperial doctor, who came in to check and said helplessly: "The emperor is very angry. In addition, the emperor has been a little tired these days, and his condition may have worsened."
Originally, these imperial doctors estimated that the remaining time for Sun Yanshou was five years, but these imperial doctors present knew that it would be difficult for the old emperor's body to survive three years.
It was not until night that Sun Yanshou woke up from his bed. After Zheng Dehai helped him get up with difficulty, he glanced at the dark night outside the window and said slowly: "Xiao Hai, I have a hunch that the Bahuang Continent, which has been peaceful for so long, will be destroyed. Things have changed."
Zheng Dehai advised: "Your Majesty, please don't say such unlucky words. In my opinion, the weather is also changing towards a sunny day. This is a good sign for you, Your Majesty!"
Sun Yanshou shook his head and said with a smile: "If, I'm just saying if, the sun really rises tomorrow, will those who are frozen to death feel better?"
In the palace late at night, only the old emperor's palace was still burning with incense.
Ignoring Zheng Dehai's objections, he walked to the table, picked up his pen and thought for a long time, and slowly wrote three words - "Ten thousand people were moved."
After he finished writing, he ordered Zheng Dehai to leave the palace late at night and show it to the three masters of the family.
Zheng Dehai accepted the order, left the palace with Qinggong, and quickly rushed to the three families.
Gu Le was sitting in the room reading the account book, but his ears suddenly twitched. He quickly threw down the account book, ran out of the room quickly, clasped his fists and said, "Why don't Mr. Zheng take the main entrance?"
Zheng Dehai joked: "It takes too much time to go from your front door to your room. Your Majesty is still waiting for news from me."
Looking at the conversation between the two, they seemed to be close old friends.
Gu Le was also a man of understanding, and immediately knelt down and said, "What decree has the emperor issued? Please ask Chief Manager Zheng to read it out."
Zheng Dehai said calmly: "Ten thousand people are here."
After saying that, he quickly left the Gu family on tiptoe, leaving only Gu Le with a sad look on his face.
...
The next day, the news spread among the entire Kyoto neighborhood that Gu Xiaotian and Peng Wen were going to have a decisive battle in a crowd of thousands.
This thousand-man marsh is a reed marsh 20 kilometers away from Kyoto. From the outside, it looks unremarkable.
The scenery is not beautiful either. Instead, it is overgrown with weeds because it has not been cared for all year round.
But everyone knows that this Thousand People Dang is not as peaceful as it seems on the surface.
Under the reeds, there are tens of thousands of corpses.
On this reed swamp are tens of thousands of souls.
In the current impression, there have been two decisive battles in Ten Thousand Dang.
The first time was naturally the battle for the throne. Sun Yanshou and a prince at the time had a decisive battle here. The two sides fought for three days and two nights. In the end, the two sides entered a total of 50,000 people. When they came out, only Sun Yanshou and his 500 iron soldiers came out. Wei, the rest of the people died in the massacre.
The second time was a confrontation between two big families at that time. The situation was very similar to what Gu Xiaotian is experiencing now.
First, one side led a large number of troops to trample the other side, injuring many innocent people in Kyoto. Finally, Sun Yanshou issued an order, ordering the two families to fight a decisive battle in the midst of thousands of people.
The losing party will naturally withdraw from Kyoto forever.
The outcome this time was even more tragic, with only a hundred men and horses from the victorious side and the head of the family walking out of the crowd of thousands.
Although the Gu family and the Peng family are inextricably linked to the imperial palace, in order to maintain the dignity of the imperial court, to balance the power of these people, and to prevent Kyoto from turning into a hell on earth, Sun Yanshou made this decree to let The two sides fought to the death amid thousands of people.
The losing party will always remain among the thousands of people, and the family he represents will also disappear forever in the long river of history and become the gossip that ordinary people talk about when eating.
Gu Le sat in the room and asked cautiously: "Grandson, if you don't want to fight to the death among thousands of people, grandpa, I will naturally have a way to deal with it. But what will happen to the Gu family in the future will be decided by others. Have you thought about it?"
The old man still felt sorry for his grandson, and he himself understood what it meant to enter the massacre. If his grandson really died in the battle, he might not even be able to carry his intact body back.
Nothing is more important than the life of your grandson.
The Gu family can disappear, but as long as it retains its incense, he believes that his grandson's ability will make a comeback one day.
Gu Xiaotian drooped his eyes, this battle must be fought.
So many guards of the Gu family died, and he wanted to avenge them. What's more, if Peng Wen was not eliminated, he would live in fear for the rest of his life.
Gu Xiaotian said in a deep voice: "Grandpa, if ten thousand people fight, we must fight."
His grandson has made up his mind, and Gu Le is no longer trying to persuade him.
The Peng family was in the same situation. Peng Yihua was not willing to start a war in the midst of thousands of people, and he did not want to involve the entire Peng family.
For this reason, Peng Yihua and Gu Le chose a night and came to Xianbi Lai.
The two heads of the house served each other food and wine, and their words were full of polite words. People who didn't know better thought they were such good friends.
Peng Yihua asked with a smile: "The Gu family leader probably doesn't want the structure of the three families in Kyoto to be broken, right?"
Gu Le followed suit and said, "The Peng family leader thinks so too?"
Peng Yihua nodded and responded with a smile.
Gu Le ordered someone to bring a pen and paper, and he wrote: "Then we will make a three-chapter agreement. What do you think?"
As he spoke, he started writing quickly on the paper, still saying, "First, this mass exodus has nothing to do with the survival of the Gu family and the Peng family."
"Secondly, the forces of the Gu family and the Peng family are not allowed to enter the Wanwandang. The only ones who can enter the Wanwandang are Gu Xiaotian and Peng Wen's own forces."
"Third, the losing party must pay tribute to the winning party every year."
Each of these conditions is very reasonable. Regardless of winning or losing, the Gu family and the Peng family can continue to stay in Kyoto and secure their position as the three largest families in Kyoto. The losing party will also receive the due punishment.
After Gu Le finished writing, he first pressed his fingerprints and then made a gesture of invitation to Peng Yihua.
Peng Yihua walked to the table, stretched out his hand to press the ink pad, stopped at the last inch above the paper, turned around and said, "Master Gu, I want to add another one."
Gu Le cursed the old fox in his heart, but still smiled and said: "If the Peng family master wants to add any rules, let's talk about it first."
"Actually, I'm not exaggerating. We won't go into the crowds, and naturally we won't know what's going on inside. Therefore, life and death are determined by fate, and wealth is in heaven. No matter who dies in the crowds, they can't take anything away from them afterwards. This is making a fuss."
Peng Yihua made it clear that he was optimistic about Peng Wen. After all, Peng Wen's cultivation level was much higher than that of Gu Xiaotian. He also had confidence in his son that he would definitely be able to eliminate Gu Xiaotian among thousands of people.
The only thing to do now is to make an agreement with Gu Le, otherwise based on Gu Le's character, if he really knew that his grandson died in a crowd of thousands, even if the Peng family won, they would no longer think about having a peaceful life.
Gu Le naturally would not agree. Of course he knew what Peng Wen was planning, and immediately retorted: "Xiao Tian's cultivation is so much lower than Peng Wen. Is the request of the Peng family leader too much? If Xiao Tian's When innocent people are in trouble, I will definitely get in and rescue Xiaotian."
Peng Yihua, who had a backup plan, pointed to the sky and said: "Master Gu, please don't be angry. Don't forget that Peng Wen is the most promising disciple of the Master of Yihua Palace. I will not let Yihua Palace suffer in this battle." When the master enters, the same peak masters and heads of Taibai cannot enter, is this fair?"
It is no longer a trivial matter for the Palace Master of Yihua Palace to face the major peak masters and heads of Taibai.
Without exception, these people can cause changes in the world, and their sword energy is as bright as a rainbow when they strike. With Gu Xiaotian's strength alone, they may not be able to escape death if they are affected.
After thinking for a long time, Gu Le slowly stood up and said, "Okay, I'll do as you say!"
His request was agreed to, and Peng Yihua pressed his fingerprint happily. After drinking the last glass of wine, he stood up and left Xianbi Lai.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
