Beijing.
Jiujiu Hall.
As one of the best restaurants in Tai'an City, Jiujiu Restaurant is always crowded with people and even requires reservations several days in advance.
But today it was particularly deserted. It was raining heavily and the weather was getting colder and colder.
Secondly, there was the incident that happened the day before. It was said that the young emperor still did not know whether he was alive or dead, and the capital was under martial law, which created a more murderous atmosphere out of thin air.
Not to mention the sophisticated dignitaries, even the cockfighting and dog-walking dandies, in order to avoid suspicion, they have stayed at home these days to avoid suspicion.
Even with the torrential rain, the sounds of clashing weapons and heavy trampling could be heard from time to time. There were rows of elite soldiers patrolling back and forth, trampled by water splashes.
There was a young man in the Jiujiu Pavilion. He was taking a break from his busy work. He just yawned when he felt the light dim, footsteps sounded, and a guest came to the door.
The restaurant waiter raised his head. He was also a well-informed person, but when he saw the black clothes, his heart suddenly suddenly jumped.
Handsome, dressed in black, young... Could it be the one from the legend?
Immediately he burst into laughter. It was said that Alliance Leader Murong had left after returning the sword, so how could he still stay in Tai'an City.
Now, as Alliance Leader Murong's reputation has grown, the world is full of people dressed in black. There are countless young heroes and girls dressed in black who have always been just a supporter of Alliance Leader Murong.
The young man in black ordered a pot of mutton and a pot of wine, and then started eating and drinking by himself.
The restaurant waiter secretly guessed that this guy asked for three wine glasses and only used one. Could he be waiting for someone?
After a few glances, the waiter lost interest and ran off to do his own thing.
If the waiter in the restaurant had looked more carefully, he might have discovered that the young man in black had come out of the heavy rain, and his body was so dry that there was no moisture at all. There was no dust at all, and there was not even a trace of mud on the soles of his shoes.
Yu Liancheng ate a piece of mutton, took another sip of strong wine, and exhaled a long white breath, which was very satisfying.
After a moment, he looked out the window and stared at the world that had been covered by the rain curtain.
The rain fell more and more intensively, and the raindrops slapped on the ground, the roof, and the leaves... They fell to pieces, but they continued on without stopping.
Arcs of lightning flashed across the dark sky from time to time, and muffled thunder rolled. So much so that the lightning accidentally cracked the sky and made a huge echo.
The world is noisy and noisy.
But Yuliancheng felt very quiet.
It was so quiet that you could even hear your own heartbeat.
But at this moment, the sound of footsteps trampling on the rain rang out, breaking this harmonious scene.
Yu Liancheng looked to the left, peeking through the heavy rain, and saw a tall and burly figure.
The man's speed was very fast, his steps were steady, and he appeared in Jiujiu Pavilion in the blink of an eye.
The man's face was majestic, and his eyes were as deep as an invisible pool.
And he didn't bring an umbrella, and there was no rain on his body.
The man walked to the table and asked, "Can I sit down?"
Emperor Murong Tong glanced at him: "It's up to you."
So after his successor Tu Xuxiao, General Gu Jiantang, who was named Dazhu Kingdom, sat down, looked at two more wine glasses on the table, and said lightly: "Leader Murong, please buy me a glass of wine, and I will help you. Fighting Beimang, how about this deal?"
Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "Now the Zhao family is in turmoil, and they need you, the pillar of the country, to turn the tide. But you turned around and turned to me, a rebellious official and traitor, to do business. Then the Liyang Zhao family is so sorry for you?"
"Haha, there is no need to say more about the fate of Xu Xiao and Zhang Julu. Everyone in the world can see how the Zhao family treats their heroes."
Gu Jiantang did not drink. He took chopsticks and ate a piece of hot mutton. He sneered: "Do you think that the late Emperor Zhao Dun did not attack me before he died? Not to mention that my former subordinate Tang Tieshuang and others came to Beijing as officials. Lu Sheng and Xu Gong are obviously the candidates to replace me. Unfortunately, I have a big tree and deep roots, so I can only try to figure it out slowly. According to their plan, sooner or later they will kick me away. I can still fall behind if I leave alone. Personal dignity. Of course, if I, Gu Jiantang, become the emperor, I may be like this for the long-term interests of my family. But as a person involved, how can I, Gu Jiantang, sit back and wait for death? "
"What's more, now the Liyang Building is about to collapse. I, Gu Jiantang, am not blind and can see the general trend of the world clearly. I don't want to be buried for the Liyang Dynasty like the young eunuch who died of exhaustion."
"Why choose Beiliang?" Emperor Murong Tong raised his head and looked at Dazhu Kingdom.
Dazhuguo's eyes flashed and he said: "No, I didn't choose Beiliang, I chose you."
"Tsk, this is so true, I'm getting goosebumps..." Yu Liancheng laughed dumbly, and glanced at the table with his fingers: "Tell me the reason."
"Beiliang's iron cavalry is the best in the world, but Beiliang's foundation is weak. It is not easy to stay in the country. But now Beiliang has you, Murong Tonghuang, who can break 100,000 pieces of armor alone. With Beiliang's iron cavalry, who in the world can't do it?" Can one person defeat them? With the help of me, Gu Jiantang, the Xu family may not be able to become the leader of the Central Plains and dominate the world in the future."
Gu Jiantang took a big gulp of a piece of mutton and said, "The most regretful thing in my life is that I was born a few years too late, which allowed Xu Xiao to destroy the Six Kingdoms and almost determine the fate of the Spring and Autumn Period. If there is an achievement that can be compared with the destruction of the Six Kingdoms, then perhaps only by stepping on the Ping Beimang. But Liyang didn't dare to let me or Xu Xiao send troops, for fear that we wouldn't win, and that we would fight too smoothly. But if Xu Weixiong becomes the emperor, then you can feel free to let me, Gu Jiantang, send troops. Because there is a man named Murong. People from Tonghuang can take my head off at any time. What’s more, I can see that people from the Xu family are not as cold-hearted as the Zhao family..."
As one of the only remaining four famous generals of the Spring and Autumn Period, Gu Jiantang also has his own ambitions.
He wants to be the second "Xu Xiao", he doesn't want to be "Gu Jiantang."
But Liyang can't accommodate the second "Xu Xiao", and even "Gu Jiantang" may not be able to tolerate it.
Because of this, from beginning to end, this Dazhu Kingdom's loyalty to Liyang was not as strong as people in the world imagined.
And the only ones who can make him become "Xu Xiao", establish great military exploits, and conquer Beimang are Western Chu and Beiliang.
There was a Confucian sage in Western Chu named Cao Changqing. Cao Changqing could kill him, but he could not die with him.
There is Emperor Murong Tong in Beiliang, and everyone in the world thinks that if Emperor Murong Tong wants to kill someone, even the Empress of Beimang will not be able to save her head.
In this way, naturally he is not afraid of the so-called superiority.
What's more, people are different. At the beginning, Da Chu could treat Ye Baikui as a national scholar, but the Liyang Zhao family could not.
Yu Liancheng thought for a moment and poured Gu Jiantang a glass of wine.
"please."
Gu Jiantang grinned, took the glass, and drank it down.
…
Someone is leaving.
Someone is coming.
Gu Jiantang left.
Cao Changqing in green shirt is here.
Cao Changqing held an umbrella, but the corners of his clothes were still wet from the rain.
Compared with his usual elegant and unrestrained appearance, Cao Qingyi looked a little pale and sickly at this time. The chess piece dropped that day was also uncomfortable for him.
What's more, after the move, he couldn't be idle.
"Congratulations to Alliance Leader Murong. With Gu Jiantang's help, not to mention conquering the Central Plains of Ding, even conquering Beimang is just around the corner." Cao Changqing sat down, took the last cup, and poured himself a glass of wine.
Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "Guan Cao, it is not a good thing to ask for it without asking."
Cao Changqing took out a white piece from his arms. The fluorescent light on the white piece was actually condensed by luck: "Can this chess piece be used as wine money?"
Yu Liancheng took the chess piece and said with a smile: "These are probably the two most expensive glasses of wine in the world. One glass of wine is worth thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in Beimang, and the other glass of wine is most of the luck of Li Yang and Da Chu."
"I hope you can treat the people of Xichu well in the future."
Cao Changqing drank another glass of wine and left happily.
The faster it comes, the faster it goes.
It seemed that it was just to give away this chess piece.
"Really, these two families may not know how to drink and taste." Yu Liancheng shook his head.
"Since you are too drunk and tasteless, I will drink two glasses with you."
A smart, ethereal, incomprehensible voice sounded.
But it seemed to come from Senluo Hell, cold and ruthless, making people shudder.
White clothes fluttering.
Luoyang, the leader of the Demon Cult, sets foot in the Jiujiu Pavilion.
…
At the end of the first year of Xiangfu.
Beimang Imperial City.
The palace was heavily decorated, and the candlelight swayed gently. Instead of illuminating the room as bright as day, it actually added a bit of gloom and gloom.
An old woman has a peaceful face, lying quietly in front of the bed, as if she is remembering the prosperous years of the past, and she seems to be reminiscing about the glorious days of her youth.
Whenever people get old, they always like to quietly pick out a proud past event from their youth and savor it slowly.
And this old woman has so much to taste in her life.
Although the first half of my life was like walking on thin ice, it was also an eventful one. As for the second half of my life, it is even more exciting than a picture book, and it is even more comfortable and comfortable.
The first woman in history to wear a dragon robe and sit on a dragon chair.
Even if the little girl from the Xu family in the Central Plains could become emperor in the future, she would only be ranked second.
Beside the bed, Taiping Ling, who was Beimang Emperor's master, sat on a small bench, staring down at the old lady with protruding cheeks and white hair like frost.
Suddenly I sighed in my heart.
Is it worth it?
Although His Majesty is old, he can still hold on for several more years.
But for the second Liangmang battle, in order to trap Emperor Murong Tong who had broken 100,000 pieces of armor in Hutou City, he had to extract his luck and became what he is now.
But he is unwilling to accept gifts from heaven and humans.
"Your Majesty, have you ever felt uncomfortable?" Taiping Ling spoke calmly, with no hint of fear or sadness, but a rare and untimely tenderness.
When he was young and walked away in anger, he might also be angry at being looked down upon by the woman he loved.
Empress Beimang shook her head slightly and asked with a smile: "Do you think my silly son, who has a heart as high as the sky and a life as thin as paper, can lead an army of 400,000 under his command to capture Beiliang?"
Taiping Ling replied cautiously: "As long as the plan is successful and the immortals in the sky can deal with Emperor Murong Tong, the situation is set. As for the other so-called martial arts masters in the Central Plains, even ten more people will not help."
The old woman gently folded her hands on her abdomen and slightly twitched the corners of her mouth: "I have done what I should do. As for whether I can succeed or not, that has nothing to do with me. In this life, I am best at being tolerant. Words. There is no need to say too much about me in front of me, it is all the clouds and smoke of the past. As for what is behind me, I am the first person throughout the ages. Whether I am famous for a hundred generations or will be infamous for ten thousand years, no matter how you evaluate me, my name will always be in the history books of future generations."
The Beimang Empress, who had always been strong and cold, rarely talked so much. Taiping Ling's eyes became gentler than water, and she kept echoing.
The old woman took a breath and asked, "Is the little emperor of Tai'an City really dead?"
Taiping Ling nodded: "He is indeed dead. The current emperor in Liyang is just a cover. Once this cover is exposed, the Central Plains will be in chaos."
The old woman chuckled: "This little emperor is really unlucky. He only lasted more than half a year as emperor. Even in the chaos of the Spring and Autumn Period, he was still a short-lived emperor."
Seeing that the old woman was still in good spirits, the Taiping Order said succinctly: "At that time, Emperor Murong Tong returned the sword to Tai'an City, destroyed the Qintian Prison, and killed countless Qi refiners. After a fight, the young emperor returned the sword in the end. However, he only seriously injured the emperor and did not kill the emperor. It was Cao Changqing who entered the palace five times and killed the young emperor with a chess piece. The one who had been hit by Emperor Murong Tong with a dragon ball Liyang’s luck has also completely collapsed.”
"It is said that Cao Changqing was gathering the luck of the collapse, perhaps to prepare for the restoration of Western Chu. But the news that Cao Changqing killed Emperor Liyang has spread to the ears of the major vassals, and now none of them are competing for the throne. Instead, we work together to besiege Xichu. Obviously, whoever takes the lead in attacking Xichu will be more confident in securing the throne."
"Under the siege of all major forces, Xi Chu is already on the verge of collapse and is no longer as prosperous as before."
"But I suspect that Cao Changqing gave Liyang's luck to Murong Tonghuang. According to the spies' reports, Murong Tonghuang has been in seclusion since he left Tai'an City. Maybe he was refining his luck and impacting the realm of land gods. "
The old woman suddenly sighed and said: "It's a pity that I gave up the opportunity to live four or five more years, and many magnificent scenery in the future will be lost."
Taiping Ling said softly: "If it is Your Majesty..."
Empress Beimang seemed to know what Taiping Ling was going to say: "Forget it, the regret medicine in the world is the most mediocre, I don't care about it."
The Taiping Order smiled and said: "Your Majesty is a true hero."
"We won't be able to see the scenery from now on, but at least we still have to see the result of the second Liangmang War, and we have to get through it no matter what." The old woman suddenly gained the majesty of being a queen: "Send the order, and as soon as the Chunchun Glacier melts, it will be over. Attack Beiliang, I want to hear the news that Hutou City has been destroyed."
"It's Your Majesty."
The peace order left.
Empress Beimang was lying on the bed, turned around, looked at the sky outside the window, and suddenly murmured to herself: "Emperors on earth are also influenced by people in heaven. Emperor Murong Tong, if you win this battle, It is also a slap in the face of the people in heaven. It would be even better if we could cut off the connection between heaven and earth."
"So, whether I win or lose this battle, I am very happy."
"Of course, it's best if you win. I like winning."
…
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, 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.
