"Peng"
Gu Zhan kicked the body away, waved his hand slightly, and said calmly: "Break down the door."
All the senior officials of the Qianhu Office trembled and were stunned for a moment.
Sure enough, what I was most worried about happened.
Not only did Gu Zhan directly conflict with Guo Yuanzhong, he also gave them a difficult choice.
Smash the door,
Two simple words,
But there are two roads,
First, smash the door and offend Guo Yuanzhong, and there is no need to think about the consequences of offending Guo Yuanzhong. Many people die silently in Pingyang City every year, including many officials with government officials. A prefect died last month.
Second, don't break down the door and offend Gu Zhan. The consequences of doing so are also very simple. If Gu Zhan leaves the Guo Mansion tonight unharmed, then they can leave Pingyang City as soon as possible and there may be a glimmer of hope.
for a time,
Everyone is trapped in a dilemma.
at this time,
Baihu Zuo Yang, who had been silent all this time, suddenly rushed forward, pulled out the Xiuchun knife with a "Cheng" sound, and slashed out the knife fiercely. The sword was so powerful that it directly opened the door of Guo Mansion.
"My lord, please!"
Zuo Yang bowed and saluted. In this cold night, his hair mixed with gray was floating, but he seemed to be quite high-spirited.
For a moment, all the senior Jinyiwei officials were surprised.
Baihu Zuoyang, an old man in his sixties, is known to everyone in the thousands of households in Pingyang City. He has been playing both sides of the fence all his life and is recognized as a veteran. Of course, someone who has been a royal guard for decades does not need to doubt his worldliness. Sleek layers.
But precisely because of this,
It was shocking that Zuo Yang, who had been tactful all his life, suddenly made this move.
This was equivalent to directly gambling his wealth and life on Gu Zhan.
Another Baihu Wuxiang was also a little surprised. He looked at Zuo Yang, who had a stern look on his face, gritted his teeth, walked over, and said, "Sir, please!"
Gu Zhan looked at Zuo Yang, nodded, and slowly walked into the Guo Mansion, followed closely by Zuo Yang and Wu Xiang.
At the door, a few of the senior officials of the Qianhu Office also followed in with their heads downcast, but most of them stopped outside the door.
Snowflakes are flying,
The lights in Guo Mansion were brightly lit, and the lights illuminated the twinkling snowflakes.
at this time,
In Guo Mansion, many swordsmen appeared from all directions and surrounded him.
"You dare to kill someone and break into the house. How audacious. Kill!" a commander shouted.
at the same time,
In the inner courtyard of the Guo Mansion, a singing voice came:
"I'm afraid that if you play the Yangguan song, the Weishui River will be cold..."
The melody is sad and can be repeated a thousand times.
In the outer courtyard, it was quickly covered up by waves of shouts of killing.
Swordsmen from all directions came to attack.
Zuo Yang held his sword beside Gu Zhan and said in a deep voice: "Sir, wait a minute, leave these people to the subordinates!"
Gu Zhan turned his head slightly, and suddenly unsheathed a horizontal knife in his hand, and suddenly threw it out. The horizontal knife rotated in the air, shocking the pavilions and attics in the snow. It looked slow but actually flew away quickly, instantly killing the loud voice. The roaring guard leader's neck was cut off, his head flew up, and blood sprayed out.
The swordsmen who were shouting to kill suddenly fell silent. Their eyes subconsciously followed the head of the guard commander from top to bottom, and then fear quickly took over their bodies, and the hand wielding the sword became cold.
This guard commander was a well-known innate warrior in Pingyang City, and had a very high status in the Guo Mansion, but he died like this.
The horizontal sword was still spinning rapidly in the air, whistling and whirling with the sound of wind and snow, before falling into Gu Zhan's hand and retrieving the scabbard.
Gu Zhan took out his ears and said slowly: "He was too loud, a bit noisy."
After saying that, Gu Zhan looked at the swordsmen around him and said calmly: "You guys are a little noisy too!"
Just such a plain sentence,
But inexplicably, the hearts of more than two hundred swordsmen sank, and a kind of fear suddenly arose in their hearts.
"Kill, there are only a few of them!"
Suddenly, someone in the crowd roared again.
The crowd moved again,
However, at that moment,
A willow-leaf-shaped knife suddenly floated in front of Gu Zhan and made a buzzing sound. In everyone's astonishment, the flying knife streaked across the night sky like a meteor, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The next moment,
A scream that stopped suddenly came out,
The man who was among the crowd of swordsmen shouting for death had a blood mark on his neck. He hurriedly covered his neck, but could not cover the spray of blood and fell to the ground.
A shrill roar sounded once again in the rainy night, and the flying knife in the night snow once again showed traces, miraculously turning into streaks of light in the air and shooting quickly!
"Chi chi chi..."
Every sword light was so sharp and powerful, cutting through the air and piercing the snowflakes. It formed a densely woven network of knives, constantly interspersed with Gu Zhan and the others at the center. The trajectory was elusive and as agile as ghosts.
Amidst the scoffing sounds, the chins of each swordsman were wiped, leaving a faint trace of blood, and bursts of blood sprayed out, as if it was pouring rain.
Gu Zhan walked towards the inner courtyard step by step.
Zuo Yang and others followed closely behind Gu Zhan, their hearts trembling with fear as they looked at the stream of light that looked like a death scythe.
Suddenly,
They all felt happy in their hearts,
I'm glad I didn't underestimate Gu Zhan's strength just because he was young. I'm glad I knelt happily in Qianhu before and didn't resist. Otherwise, he was destined to be killed by the sword.
Waves of wailing sounds came,
More than two hundred swordsmen retreated crazily, no longer daring to approach the area within a foot of Gu Zhan. The thirty or forty corpses lying on the ground made everyone tremble.
The flying knife has been withdrawn,
However, no one dared to come close,
There was silence in the night, and about two hundred swordsmen followed Gu Zhan and his party into the inner courtyard in a very strange surrounding posture.
In the inner courtyard, there is a main hall,
The lights were brightly lit, and a stage was set up in the middle, on which two actors were singing hard.
Under the stage, a very rich old man was sitting on a chair. This man was Guo Yuanzhong.
Several young and beautiful maids were doing their best to serve them. Some were squeezing their legs, some were beating their shoulders, some were holding a teapot and pouring tea, and a maid was peeling oranges. They were all indifferent and seemed not to hear anything outside. The sound of fighting.
Guo Yuanzhong coughed slightly and moved his mouth. A maid hurriedly knelt on the ground and raised her head, slightly opening her little cherry mouth.
Guo Yuanzhong spat lightly, and a mouthful of phlegm went directly into the maid's mouth. The maid hurriedly stood up, picked up a top-quality silk handkerchief, and gently wiped the old man's mouth.
Gu Zhan stepped into the main hall,
Zuo Yang, Wu Xiang and others stopped at the door, holding weapons in their hands and confronting the densely packed swordsmen in the courtyard.
People on the stage are singing opera,
People in the audience came slowly,
Guo Yuanzhong spoke slowly: "You have to listen quietly to the play. You should listen to every play to the end. It is unlucky to end the middle of the play. Mr. Gu, don't you think so?"
