Three
"Your sword is excellent, is this the assassin's sword?" Xie Gui said as he slowly stepped back
"Tian Luo, have you considered the consequences of your actions?" the dark-clad servant asked淡淡地.
"Because you are like my brother, both sacrifices on the altar of the gods," said the cloaked servant淡淡地.
The konghou was driven to its utmost by Xi Yan, no longer the elegant and graceful white phoenix, but rather like a giant eagle soaring straight towards the heavens. The sound of the flute rose along with it, refusing to lag behind in the slightest. The figure in black had an exceptionally long breath, and the flute's sound was almost unrestrained by the need to breathe. Yet at this moment, the slender bamboo could no longer contain the sound of the flute; it was as if the sound were a dragon struggling to break free from its bindings. The prisoner felt that if this breath continued, the flute would surely crack, and the thirty-six strings would likely snap, unsure of what kind of trick a royal envoy and a death row inmate were playing. The sound of the flute and the konghou had already drowned out the wind and rain, and everyone was filled with unease, vaguely sensing that some danger was approaching. Indeed, a tremendous danger, like a black snake slithering in the night! Suddenly, the sound of Xi Yan's konghou paused, rising to a new height, as he sang out loud: Indeed, a tremendous danger, like a black snake slithering in the night! Suddenly, the sound of Xi Yan's konghou paused, rising to a new height, as he sang out loud:
The fingertips of Xi Yan lightly plucked the strings, producing a clear and ethereal sound that contrasted with the rain outside. Suddenly, a wave of solitude slowly spread. His expression changed; he no longer smiled, and his gaze fell quietly upon the darkness outside the window, watching the raindrops splatter against the windowsill. In that moment, he appeared somewhat aged, truly resembling a man in his thirties.
In these times, wars are breaking out everywhere, and I believe that even Nanhuai will not remain peaceful for long. When war breaks out, who can claim that they will survive? Whether one has violated the law or not, when the blade comes down, heads will roll. This is the chaos of the world; everyone is at the mercy of fate, all are just trying to make a living, akin to dogs begging for scraps. I just happen to be a bit unfortunate
The temple hall is already high, and the flute and drum have aged
The heavy sound of combat boots approached from afar. Xie Gui shook off the rain-soaked hood and smiled at Xi Yan through the iron bars, saying, "I almost died"
"In the end, will they still be enemies?" Ying Wuyi, sitting on the mountain peak, let out a low sigh
I have some bad news, "Xie Gui said
"Do you want to recruit him? He will not come." Xie Xuan stood beneath the flowing clouds, "The distant country is too remote for him; the wings of his eagle cannot find space in the sky of the distant land."
This victory was extremely perilous. Gu Yueyi relied on the cavalry archery of Chuyun, with three thousand horses galloping back and forth on the coastal racecourse without pause. Therefore, even though the archery skills of the Feather Clan far surpassed those of humans, they could not easily hit their targets. However, the range of Chuyun's bows was far inferior to that of the Feather people's ordinary longbows. Gu Yueyi could only use arrow storms to seal off the beach line where landing was possible, yet failed to hit a single Feather person. In the end, the Feather people's arrows were exhausted, and they had no choice but to retreat. Gu Yueyi was once in a state of emergency and ordered the fire cauldron on the tower of Beigu Mountain City to be ignited. For seven hundred years since the establishment of the Great Yin, this had always been the signal for the formal invasion of the Feather people. The flames were transmitted all the way to Qiuyeshan City. Lei Qianye thought that Beigu Mountain City had already been breached, and immediately prepared twenty-five thousand elite warriors to exit the city, only to receive news that Gu Yueyi had successfully driven away the Feather Clan fleet.
I cannot compare to my elder brother; among all the students, he is the one most appreciated by the teachers
Pearl tears pile up in red, how many sing and play
He is one of the four dark-clad servants of Leibi City. Beneath the Sunken Yang Pass, these four individuals protect Leibi City as it traverses through the encirclement of thousands of troops, powerful and silent, akin to divine guardians.
More than thirty people, all prison guards, did not dare to leave any survivors; it would have been troublesome if the army had been alerted
The jailer did not speak, but his heart suddenly skipped a beat. This lute was bought by him at a bargain price after he braved the rain to knock on the door of an old lute master. The old lute master used to tell stories in the neighborhood, recounting the old tales of the Rose Emperor, earning a few small coins, and living in great poverty. He had just passed away last month, and his son sold this lute to him for a single gold dinar, as it was no longer of use to him.
"Go back!" Lei Yunbo said to him in a low voice
"Mobilizing the troops? How many people were mobilized?" the old prisoner pressed on relentlessly.
Thus, he is the head of the Baili family of this generation, and even Baili Jinghong is merely a master of a branch family in his eyes. I have been speculating whether the Baili family can maintain their power in the Eastern Continent for several hundred years after Baili Changqing; it now seems they have an heir. Besides Chen Yue, we also have to contend with such a family. '' Xi Yan paused, '' Did you hire assassins from Tianlu? '' Besides Chen Yue, we also have to contend with such a family. '' Xi Yan paused, '' Did you hire assassins from Tianlu? ''
Xie Gui nodded, appearing not surprised, "No wonder."
"In the future, we will have to kill more people, won't we..." Xi Yan stood at the steps, looking up at the rain connecting the earth and sky, "Sometimes I also ask myself, how many people can be killed for the greater good?"
Lei Yunzongming silently let go, turning back into the crowd.
Only the rural lord of Li Country seemed to show a somewhat joyful smile upon receiving the imperial edict, "This fox has once again slapped the face of the Chen Yue cleric. If he were to be executed, Lei Bi City should dispatch a military force. Now the entire Eastern Continent is hunting for him; do you think he might flee to Li Country to avoid the storm? After all, the emperor's edict is as good as waste paper in my hands"
He suddenly shouted loudly, and Mo Xue dashed into the rain curtain like a black lightning bolt. Xie Gui was momentarily stunned before he mounted his horse and chased after.
Yet the person holding the umbrella still smiles, while the young man has an expressionless face
The stone wall, built with blocks of blue stone, suddenly trembled, and dust shot out from the cracks, causing several stones to loosen. With another strike, dust filled the air, and a towering figure charged through the fallen blue stones directly into the cell. The walls of the Pan City Prison are said to be constructed with lime mixed with thick glutinous rice juice, but it is unclear whether it is the terrifying strength of this heavenly warrior or some shoddy work during construction that caused this. The heavenly warrior clearly did not expect it to be so easy, looking in surprise at his heavy hammer and wiping the mud and lime splattered on his face with the back of his hand. The walls of the Pan City Prison are said to be constructed with lime mixed with thick glutinous rice juice, but it is unclear whether it is the terrifying strength of this heavenly warrior or some shoddy work during construction that caused this. The heavenly warrior clearly did not expect it to be so easy, looking in surprise at his heavy hammer and wiping the mud and lime splattered on his face with the back of his hand
As Lei Yunzongming waved his hand, the encirclement of the ghost bats suddenly split apart, revealing a path wide enough for six horses to walk side by side before Xi Yan and the others. All the ghost bats knelt down. Lei Yunzongming had completed all the tasks entrusted to him by his brother. The young man, having set everything aside, could not contain his sorrow any longer and embraced his brother's corpse, weeping uncontrollably. His cries pierced through the rainy night, like a solitary bird separated from its flock
I wonder how Young Master Chen is doing... I just remembered he will soon turn eighteen. " Xi Yan said softly, "He is an outstanding student, and given time, he will become an exceptional Celestial Knight. However, at this moment, he is still just a child. At this time, we cannot influence the war in the Northern Capital.
"It is because what you value is not merely five thousand gold baht, right?" Xie Gui said behind him, "Tianlu would never deploy the assassins of this hall for a trivial sum of money. You say your name is Su Hehui, that young man, you call him Long Xiang. Among the top three families of Tianlu, the Long family specializes in the ultimate assassination techniques, while the Su family excels in the secret arts of killing. Without substantial benefits, Tianlu would not dispatch such an extraordinary combination as you two, would they?"
"Everyone will die," Xi Yan stood up and said, "but do not bend down."
Having glanced at it, he tossed it aside, saying, "No need for that, I believe what you say. Now that you have taken control of the royal family, even without such a judgment, you can draft one and affix the emperor's seal to it."
The old prisoner was stunned for a moment, then suddenly understood, and in a fit of joy, he almost jumped up and fell to the ground, vigorously bowing several times, "Thank you, General Xi, for your great kindness; you are a true hero"
"No," the old prisoner said, "Anyway, I have no family. If I die, I die. There is nothing to hold me back; this is just fate. If I had known earlier to print two hundred thousand gold coins, would it still end in beheading?"
Good! The breath of laughter, the flute played in the morning, the heavens drive the music, the general stands on the battlefield, drawing his sword for life and death
Do you have a good business relationship with Chen Yue as well
Behind him, the sound of the khonghou played by Xi Yan grew increasingly high-pitched, as if a hundred thousand soldiers were lined up in formation, a hundred thousand warhorses were stamping their hooves, and a hundred thousand long swords were roaring within their sheaths
Among Xie Gui's companions, the strongest man nodded, raised his heavy hammer with both hands, and turned to walk outside
I do not need to know your true names, nor will I erect tombstones for you
"Safe travels on your journey," said Xie Gui
Leiyun Bolie raised the sword high above his head, directing it towards the mounted Xiyan, "This is the general's sword, Jingdu. The general is about to embark on a long journey and cannot be without a weapon at his side. We are here to see the general off"
In the winter of the fifth year of Emperor Yin Cheng, on December 14, during a rainy night, Xi Yan, the commander of the Tang State's Wu Hall, escaped from prison with the assistance of his accomplices, killing thirty-four prison guards and the centurion Lei Yunbo of the Ghost Bat Camp. With this act, he declared his formal rebellion. Three days later, a wanted notice bearing the imperial seal was issued from Tianqi. Most of the feudal lords were extremely shocked upon receiving this notice, as it clearly stated Xi Yan's true identity: "Leader of the Heavenly Driven Warrior Corps." After the Fengyan Dynasty, the lords had spent fifty years trying to eradicate this organization, and now it had once again forced the emperor to include its name in the edict. Most of the feudal lords were extremely shocked upon receiving this notice, as it clearly stated Xi Yan's true identity: "Leader of the Heavenly Driven Warrior Corps." After the Fengyan Dynasty, the lords had spent fifty years trying to eradicate this organization, and now it had once again forced the emperor to include its name in the edict
There are only about thirty to forty thousand people. " Xi Yan imitated his tone.
"I wonder which old luthier has used this; it is made of good wood," Xi Yan said lightly. "Perhaps the person who played this instrument has already passed away, and the younger generation, not understanding its value, decided to sell it? Otherwise, who would be willing to part with such an old instrument?"
The paper finally burned to its end, and the one holding the umbrella slowly clenched his fist. The paper suspended in his palm suddenly erupted into a three-foot high flame before extinguishing, as if it had exploded. At this moment, the young man's sword emitted a piercing buzz as it vibrated rapidly, extinguishing like sunlight in an instant. The six Celestial Drivers simultaneously raised their weapons in defense. Xie Gui took one last glance at the young man as he shot forward with the sword, the tip slicing through the silver surface of the water on the ground. Darkness descended, the green glow of the owl's eyes reignited, and the black-clad servant pushed his speed to the limit this time, his eyes trailing shimmering afterimages, like waving a lit incense stick in the dark. The young man's sword emitted a piercing buzz as it vibrated rapidly, extinguishing like sunlight in an instant. The six Celestial Drivers simultaneously raised their weapons in defense. Xie Gui took one last glance at the young man as he shot forward with the sword, the tip slicing through the silver surface of the water on the ground. Darkness descended, the green glow of the owl's eyes reignited, and the black-clad servant pushed his speed to the limit this time, his eyes trailing shimmering afterimages, like waving a lit incense stick in the dark. The vision of an ordinary person could no longer discern his exact position, and Xie Gui could barely keep up. He watched as the two beams of green light flickered in the darkness, rapidly changing direction and retreating. This time, the black-clad servant no longer dared to close his eyes; the threat posed by the young man's "Shadow Tiger" was clearly far greater than Xie Gui's gun. The sound of two people splashing through the water echoed together, the metallic sound of wind cutting through the air was piercing, yet there was not a single clash of weapons.
After Bai Li Jinghong, no more internal monitors were sent to investigate, otherwise he would become increasingly enraged. It appeared that Xi Yan only complained a bit about the foul smell of the surrounding prisoners, yet he did not seem very averse to this relatively lively place, engaging in conversations with other prisoners through the iron bars at night. He would speak in the vulgar language of the common folk, and the prisoners were delighted to hear anecdotes from this fallen figure. Xi Yan was quite well-liked among this group. After a while, Xi Yan noticed that the old prisoner next door was doing well in the game of Dou Shuang Lu, but unfortunately, the stone wall prevented them from meeting. So, each of them fashioned roughly square stones to use as dice, and they drew a Dou Shuang Lu board on the ground, relying on knocking on the wall to play chess, managing to have three or four games of wins and losses in one night.
"Heavenly Drive Warrior Corps, Xie Gui, this is my true name," said the young man holding the spear
Xie Gui suddenly smiled, took out a stainless steel flask from his bosom, opened it, and took a big gulp, a wave of warmth driving away the chill. He tightened his grip on the red spear and strode towards his warhorse.
"The shadow tiger, made by myself," the young man replied in the most unremarkable tone. At that moment, he rotated the curved sword, its blade reflecting the firelight from the umbrella holder's hand, dazzling everyone's eyes.
Xi Yan played a long, melodious tune, his thirty-six strings moving vividly in his hands, as if striking ancient wood with his fingers, drawing a sword to strike the hall's pillars. Suddenly, his ten fingers flew, the sound like a tearing feather. At the same time, a black-clad attendant blew a short flute, the notes remarkably clear, subtly echoing the purity and strength of the white flute's sound. He must have practiced deeply on the flute, as its melody followed Xi Yan's harp notes, never overshadowing them, yet not falling behind in the slightest, like a white phoenix flying in tandem, slicing through the floating clouds at great speed, then turning together to dive into the sea. The surrounding prisoners had little understanding of music, yet they could discern that the flute and harp sounds seemed harmonious yet intertwined, neither yielding an inch. He must have practiced deeply on the flute, as its melody followed Xi Yan's harp notes, never overshadowing them, yet not falling behind in the slightest, like a white phoenix flying in tandem, slicing through the floating clouds at great speed, then turning together to dive into the sea. The surrounding prisoners had little understanding of music, yet they could discern that the flute and harp sounds seemed harmonious yet intertwined, neither yielding an inch.
The figure in black advanced a few steps, and the encirclement formed by six individuals moved along with him, maintaining a constant distance between each of them and himself. He raised the fire high, barely illuminating the enemy closest to him, a young and handsome man wielding a long spear, who appeared somewhat familiar.
"Forget it," Xi Yan waved his hand, "Those who are about to die, just for a trivial snack to accompany their drinks, will only be a source of ridicule... What a shame!"
When he reached the fortieth lap, the jailer returned. The oilcloth raincoat had not been of much help, and the jailer was soaked through. He cursed in a southern dialect, placing a bundle of items in front of the black-clad attendant. The black-clad attendant glanced coldly at the jailer, prodding the items with the scabbard of his knife, inspecting each one carefully, and nodded. The jailer did not open the iron door, but handed the items in one by one through the iron bars. The black-clad attendant glanced coldly at the jailer, prodding the items with the scabbard of his knife, inspecting each one carefully, and nodded. The jailer did not open the iron door, but handed the items in one by one through the iron bars.
Xi Yan fell silent, furrowing his brows as he paced in the cell. Xie Gui sensed the oppressive aura emanating from Xi Yan, a chilling and compelling presence rarely seen in this usually languid individual
Lei Yunbo Lie stepped forward, standing before Xi Yan's horse, with his hands empty, followed closely by his third brother, Lei Yunzongming. Lei Yunzongming clapped loudly, and all the ghost bats simultaneously sheathed their swords. Lei Yunbo Lie turned around to take the long sword handed to him by Lei Yunzongming, who suddenly grasped his brother's forearm, staring intently at him.
He paced back and forth in the cell with his hands behind his back, while a black-clad attendant stood motionless outside the iron bars. Beneath the hood, he wore an iron mask, completely obscuring his face and expression. The prisoners dared not breathe loudly, gazing at each other through the bars, waiting to see how this renowned hero of the Eastern Lands would meet his end; they had already bid farewell to several fellow inmates. The rain outside intensified, and amidst the sound of wind and rain, Xi Yan's footsteps were clear and measured. The prisoners dared not breathe loudly, gazing at each other through the bars, waiting to see how this renowned hero of the Eastern Lands would meet his end; they had already bid farewell to several fellow inmates. The rain outside intensified, and amidst the sound of wind and rain, Xi Yan's footsteps were clear and measured.
"It was said long ago that this house would collapse." Xie Gui shook the iron bars, which were as thick as the men's wrists, but they did not budge. "Instead of properly building the walls, they only put effort into superficial matters like the iron bars and locks. Those who constructed this prison for Baili Jinghong must have profited quite a bit."
How many have you killed outside
While alive, one should drink to intoxication, borrowing the moonlight to illuminate the splendid courtyard
"The only command I received was to kill this person, and now he is dead; the rest has nothing to do with me." The young man paused for a moment, turning his head to look at Xie Gui
The cloaked servant lit a torch, but the light was insufficient to penetrate the darkness. He glanced around and vaguely discerned six shadowy figures standing in the rain, surrounding him. None of them held umbrellas, as they needed to grip their weapons tightly. Two wielded swords, one held a heavy sword, another carried a two-handed mace, one bore a spear, and the last brandished a pair of hooked weapons connected by chains. Each of them was clad in full armor, and the cold rain struck their iron helmets, splashing water that trickled down through the gaps in their armor and seeped into their undergarments. On such a cold day, being soaked to the skin was undoubtedly uncomfortable, yet none of them moved, except for the sweat that dripped down.
Upon hearing this news, the general likely could not smile any longer, said Xie Gui. The army of Yilin Vitas Stark attempted to launch a surprise attack on Beigu Mountain City in the northern harbor of Jinbei seven days ago, using twelve Mulan longboats. Lei Qianye had anticipated this and dispatched Gu Yueyi to lead three thousand Outcloud cavalry archers to garrison Beigu Mountain City to strengthen its defenses. The two sides exchanged a hundred thousand arrows across the sea, but ultimately the feathered people were unable to penetrate the arrow storm of Outcloud and temporarily retreated to the opposite shore.
On the 14th day of the 12th month in the 5th year of the reign of Emperor Yincheng, in Nanhuaicheng, at the Pan City prison
Xie Gui gripped the middle section of the long spear, which was the "Shuang Man Luo Single-Hand Formation" passed down from Yi Tian Zhan, a defensive martial art refined by countless generations of the feathered people. He began to regret his carelessness; he had initially thought that their side had the advantage in numbers. However, on this rain-soaked night where visibility was nearly zero, numbers could not play a role. The black-clad servant had bewildered them with the sound of iron beads from his sword hilt and his pair of green owl-like eyes. Just when they thought they were close to success, both the sound of the iron beads and the green light of the owl eyes vanished. Xie Gui was absolutely certain that the black-clad servant was observing them like a hawk from an unpredictable corner, calculating the timing of his next attack. This mysterious style was not that of a warrior, but rather that of an assassin. When the black-clad servant reappeared, perhaps some among them would fall.
"You say you don't hate me? Why?"
A faint smile appeared at the corners of that mouth, "Go ahead, it won't burn for long, but it will be enough for you to kill him."
"Absolutely impossible!" Xi Yan's expression changed dramatically, "Who is Yitian Zhan? He is the Cangming Eagle of my Tianqu! He does not need to resort to assassination to stop Yilin! Moreover, he is the foremost among the He Xue, and the people he wishes to assassinate have never escaped unscathed!"
Xi Yan fell silent for a moment, then smiled, "Your cultivation is somewhat lacking, but you are reasonable in your speech and have a clear mind, which is far superior to your brother. There is no need for unnecessary talk. For a man on the brink of death, can his final requests be fulfilled? I want a thirty-six-stringed konghou, a pot of wine, some food, and a woman who can play the flute. While I play the guqin, she can accompany me with the flute. I want a thirty-six-stringed konghou, a pot of wine, some food, and a woman who can play the flute. While I play the guqin, she can accompany me with the flute.
The umbrella holder chuckled softly not far away, striking a flint to ignite a torch. Perhaps that secret technique of illuminating with burning paper was quite taxing on his spirit, and he was reluctant to use it again
I dare to tell you my true name, for there is no need to deliberately conceal it from those who are about to die. " Xie Gui spoke each word slowly.
Six individuals launched their attack simultaneously, their movements perfectly synchronized, as if someone had clapped their hands to issue a command. In reality, no one clapped; the order was given by the sound of the qin played by Xi Yan. At that moment, the sound of the qin abruptly ceased, and the sounds of wind and rain in the world became exceptionally clear. Time seemed to slow down, and the droplets of water splashed up from the ground glided through the dark, tracing silver lines, while weapons sliced through those lines, creating deadly arcs. The supreme warriors of Tianqu and Chen Yue passed each other, their weapons not clashing, as Xie Gui's gun pointed between the pair of emerald owl-like eyes, at the center of the black-clad servant's forehead. However, just before he could strike, the owl-like eyes extinguished; the black-clad servant had closed his eyes. Xie Gui felt his gun go empty, and warm liquid splattered onto his hand. One of his companions was injured in the instant they crossed paths, yet no one made a sound. In the struggle between life and death, a single breath could be fatal, and the Tianqu warriors, having lost their target, simultaneously turned to attack the darkness. The tacit cooperation among the Tianqu ensured that the second attack left no blind spots, but the weapons only produced a few helpless whistles in the cold, damp air, as the black-clad servant seemed to merge into the darkness and vanish. The six individuals immediately formed a defensive circle back to back, each feeling the intense heartbeat of their companions.
The prison guard, filled with anger and having no outlet for it, was just about to glare when he was stopped by a hand from the cloaked servant
Damn!" Xie Gui's expression changed.
Xi Yan also smiled, "So you are just a messenger; I thought you were here to rescue me from prison"
The umbrella holder took the bamboo tube, smiled, and tucked it into his sleeve, saying, "Consider yourselves fortunate; practitioners of killer martial arts like the Chen Yue disciples are indeed not something your kind of warriors, who are accustomed to battle, are adept at dealing with"
The one wielding the tooth hook issued a brief warning, and in the moment before the owl-eyed figure descended, he saw a flash of green in the smooth, mirror-like surface of his weapon. Six individuals almost simultaneously sensed that the attack was astonishingly coming from above; five of them lunged forward while Xie Gui raised his gun to counter. He hit, but it was not the body of the black-clad follower; his red gun clashed with the black-clad follower's dagger in mid-air, producing a series of sharp blocking sounds. Relying on the nearly flawless defense of the "Double Manro One-Handed Formation," he absorbed all the attacks before the black-clad follower landed. He hit, but it was not the body of the black-clad follower; his red gun clashed with the black-clad follower's dagger in mid-air, producing a series of sharp blocking sounds. Relying on the nearly flawless defense of the "Double Manro One-Handed Formation," he absorbed all the attacks before the black-clad follower landed.
He lowered his head and smiled, shaking his head as if in self-mockery
Xi Yan struck the wall of the cell and said, "I threw out a 2, the dark horse enters 2"
Xi Yan raised an eyebrow and once again scrutinized the black-clad servant, "The corpse warrior from Shangyang Pass? Is he your brother? It seems there is quite a disparity between you brothers"
What is burning is a piece of paper, yet no one has ever seen a piece of paper burn with such intense light, resembling a torch soaked in butter. The paper hovers in the air, held in the hand of a person standing in a corner not far away, who is holding an umbrella. The umbrella droops down, obscuring most of his face, leaving only his mouth, adorned with a small mustache, visible beneath the brim.
Xie Gui and the other Tianqu followed closely behind Xi Yan. Xie Gui handed a black feathered cloak of the Heavenly Army to Xi Yan, who shook it open against the cold wind, completely enveloping himself. The sound of neighing horses came from not far away; the Tianqu warrior group that had gone to fetch the horses had returned. Among the six magnificent steeds he brought back, one was unmistakably Mo Xue, Xi Yan's horse.
You are quite open-minded about it
A triumphant, strange laugh came from next door, "I knew you would take this step, just watch my luck! The Purple Star is in motion, the North Star is beside it, divine weapons open the way, today I shall win at the gambling table and encounter a double!"
Six o'clock! Six o'clock! Old Xi, you must be done! The person across was extremely excited, raising their voice to drown out those who were chatting.
You say that people like you are meant to wander around like lost souls, only accidentally ending up in a cage. Xi Yan let out a deep sigh, absentmindedly adjusting the strings, "In fact, isn't it true that everyone has inadvertently entered a cage, and from then on, they dare not go out..."
"Hurry up, don't waste time," urged the person holding the umbrella in a cheerful voice
The old prisoner opposite Xiyan no longer dared to be arrogant, chuckling and smiling apologetically, yet his voice still brimmed with pride. Xiyan also smiled, looking down at the backgammon board he had drawn on the floor of the cell with a stone.
"The blueprints for the prison in Pan City were drawn by me," Xi Yan said
The sound of the flute was interrupted, and the black-clad servant drew his sword. The blade gleamed with a greenish hue, straight and sharp, while the iron bead in the hilt trembled violently, producing a chillingly sharp sound. He reached behind to remove his cloak, revealing a full suit of iron scale armor, each piece of dark iron subtly adorned with icy silk patterns, made from the cold-forged fish scale steel, a specialty of the Chuan Kingdom, which the Wind Tiger Iron Cavalry used to forge their armor. The black-clad servant opened the door of the prison, glanced at the torrential rain outside, and stepped out slowly with his sword raised. He reached behind to remove his cloak, revealing a full suit of iron scale armor, each piece of dark iron subtly adorned with icy silk patterns, made from the cold-forged fish scale steel, a specialty of the Chuan Kingdom, which the Wind Tiger Iron Cavalry used to forge their armor. The black-clad servant opened the door of the prison, glanced at the torrential rain outside, and stepped out slowly with his sword raised.
This day is truly a day that could drive one to despair Many people think this way in their hearts
Xi Yan stepped forward a few paces in the calm zone, while the other six maintained their formation, guarding his flanks and rear.
"Leibicheng, we have already paid the price, there must be a result." Xi Yan patted Mo Xue's neck to urge it forward, "Come on, it has begun, to the death!"
Xi Yan silently gazed at the sky, the stillness pointing towards the heavens, while the sword sheath fell to the ground. His sword struck like the arc of a wild goose taking flight, leaving a one-foot-long fatal wound on the chest of Lei Yunbo.
On this cold rainy night, each of them is sweating
"You killed my brother, but I do not hate you." After a moment of silence, he suddenly said
It seems I am no longer needed, the Blade is too outstanding, and the Watchers always have nothing to do" said the Umbrella Holder with a smile
"Is it indeed the army of the Stark City-State?" Xi Yan asked, "The army of the Yi clan cannot advance to the seaside in such a short time, and the various city-states of the Feather clan will not submit to him so quickly. Moreover, the Celestial Warriors are still there..."
Xi Yan scratched his head and said, "Speaking of which, the matter of being caught with evidence is just the private mobilization of the military."
Su Hehui chuckled, "To speak candidly, the clerics of Chen Yue are more generous in their bidding... However, the old gentlemen are not satisfied with the previous transactions with Chen Yue"
Xi Yan slightly nodded, "The used konghou is good; you are someone who understands the instrument. The konghou is like white jade; it cannot be shaped without polishing. But what about the woman who plays the flute?"
It is only 200,000 gold baht
Only the sound of rain remains between heaven and earth, as the young man spins the "Shadow Tiger" faster and faster, with light and shadow flashing rapidly. However, his feet remain as steady as nails. The Celestials slowly draw closer, and Xie Gui watches as the paper in the umbrella holder's hand gradually turns to ash. In fact, the speed at which the paper burns is already very slow, yet Xie Gui cannot help but feel anxious. Once the fire ignited by the secret technique extinguishes, darkness will return, and the hawk-like eyes of the black-clad followers will once again gain the upper hand.
Xi Yan's expression stiffened for a moment, and he said nothing, merely smiling faintly. Among Xie Gui's companions, one person put away his knife, took out a leather pouch from his belt, and opened it to reveal a set of finely crafted precision steel tools. He squatted by the prison door, attempting to pick the lock with skillful movements; this Celestial Driver turned out to be quite an accomplished mechanic.
In fact, the judgment against you was only delivered yesterday, and the document has not yet been submitted to the Emperor for review. However, that warrior from the Chen month set off early, deceiving Bai Li Jinghong with a false conviction document. Only when your head falls will the real document be sent. Lei Bicheng is eager for your death; I heard that a person named Bai Li Mo Yan holds a secret letter stamped with the Emperor's seal, requesting the Censorate to expedite the judgment. It made me realize that this matter is far more urgent than I had thought. I summoned them, and they rushed for two days and nights without stopping. Just as they arrived at Youfeng Tang, I saw your carrier pigeon flying over, and they hurriedly came this way. "Xie Gui said, "Thanks to your pigeon, how did you train it? Even in this heavy rain, it doesn't seek shelter, always ready to deliver news to you.
How much was forged
The black-clad servant stood motionless with its back to him
"Counterfeiting banknotes is a capital offense." The old prisoner across from him did not seem very dejected and responded quite calmly
Xi Yan did not hold back, walking towards the gap in the stone wall. After taking two steps, he turned back and smiled, "Whether one is a hero or not is not important; what matters is that I can play better than you in the game of Dou Shuanglu!"
It is too late, that is his signal to return to the army!" Xie Gui threw his sword to Xi Yan with his left hand, and with a flick of his right hand, he brandished the red spear, "Charge out!"
Then why sigh
There is also bad news. The veteran Mu Li of the Qingyang army was killed in battle, and in the first confrontation between Qingyang and Shuo Bei, Qingyang suffered a complete defeat, with over 20,000 soldiers killed and the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry sustaining heavy losses. Currently, the hot topic in the Northern Capital is when to surrender the city. If Qingyang cannot hold on, the ambitious Shuo Bei army will likely advance directly to the southern bank of Hanzhou, and they could cross the sea and launch an invasion as early as next spring. Xie Gui said this, feeling heavy in his heart, "The Shuo Bei heir, Hu Du Lu Han, has a strong desire for land." If Qingyang cannot hold on, the ambitious Shuo Bei army will likely advance directly to the southern bank of Hanzhou, and they could cross the sea and launch an invasion as early as next spring. Xie Gui said this, feeling heavy in his heart, "The Shuo Bei heir, Hu Du Lu Han, has a strong desire for land."
"What have you done, old thing?" Xi Yan said, clenching the two pebbles in his palm and pounding the wall.
I do not see the color of rouge tears from a thousand years, piercing the dragon's blood to paint the eyebrows red
The celestial driver shrugged and handed the heavy hammer to Xi Yan. Xi Yan grasped it, weighed it in his hands, and suddenly spun around, the heavy hammer crashing against the wall behind him with a low, whistling sound. The celestial driver, who had been with this weapon for over ten years, was also taken aback, not expecting that this seemingly frail Xi Yan could unleash such terrifying power. The walls of the two cells were completely shattered, and amidst the swirling dust, the dazed face of the old prisoner across the way became visible. The celestial driver, who had been with this weapon for over ten years, was also taken aback, not expecting that this seemingly frail Xi Yan could unleash such terrifying power. The walls of the two cells were completely shattered, and amidst the swirling dust, the dazed face of the old prisoner across the way became visible.
Lei Yunzong's hand trembled slightly, yet he still refused to let go
He is not dead. As he clapped his hands, a flame two feet long surged up from the darkness
Yilin believes that he has gained the allegiance of the entire Feather Clan and is leading his army to Qingdu, preparing to receive the coronation from the High Priest under the Year Tree. However, some believe this is a conspiracy, that the nobles of the Feather Clan intend to lure Yilin to the foot of Qingdu City and assassinate him while he is unprepared. Yet, Yilin is accompanied by a formidable force of 7,000 elite archers and 12,000 light infantry, making any assassination plan difficult to execute with absolute certainty... if the Celestial Warriors were to fail. Xie Gui said, "Gu Yueyi has not inflicted any harm on the Yishi army; they will soon attempt to land again. However, Yilin is accompanied by a formidable force of 7,000 elite archers and 12,000 light infantry, making any assassination plan difficult to execute with absolute certainty... if the Celestial Warriors were to fail." Xie Gui continued, "Gu Yueyi has not inflicted any harm on the Yishi army; they will soon attempt to land again. If the barbarian cavalry also moves south before spring next year, the Great Yin will not have enough troops to fight on two fronts. The longbows of the Feather people combined with the iron cavalry of the barbarians will be an unstoppable force."
Ray Cloudberle stood silently in the rain, gripping the hilt of a short knife that was drawn one foot out of its sheath, his eyes calm yet sorrowful
Xie Gui stood still, not moving an inch, bracing his back to take the blow. It felt as if the pain of having his entire body split apart surged from his back, yet Xie Gui knew he had succeeded in his gamble. He had heard his teacher say that a true swift blade, when it cuts through a person's body, only allows the deceased to feel a coldness sufficient to chill the entire world in that fleeting moment. Xie Gui wore heavy armor beneath the grand cloak of the Imperial Feathered Army, and the black-clad attendant had no time to gather strength before striking; the force of the blade was insufficient to penetrate the finely forged armor. The deceased only feel a coldness sufficient to chill the entire world in that fleeting moment. Xie Gui wore heavy armor beneath the grand cloak of the Imperial Feathered Army, and the black-clad attendant had no time to gather strength before striking; the force of the blade was insufficient to penetrate the finely forged armor.
Xi Yan opened the wine jar and sniffed the aroma, then rummaged through the oil paper bag. He saw that it contained several types of fruits: candied rose seeds, plum preserves, and fragrant cherries. He shook his head and sighed, "This wine is indeed aged, but all these fruits are sweet. How can they be paired with wine? Good accompaniments for wine are pork head meat with a balance of fat and lean, crispy fried duck skin, and a few slices of salted pork leg. The peanuts should be fried and sprinkled with a bit of fine salt. Lao Tou, you bought these; it’s clear you are not a drinker."
The accompaniments for the liquor are unsatisfactory; we can purchase more. He ordered in a low voice, "According to General Xi, we need pig's head meat, duck skin, salted pork leg, and salted peanuts."
The rain is heavy, it has been too long to find a woman who can play the flute. The man in black took a brown short flute from his sleeve, "I can play the flute."
Xie Gui looked at Lei Yunbolie, but Lei Yunbolie had his head lowered, and he could not see his expression. He then glanced at the two-foot-long sword at Lei Yunbolie's waist, with raindrops falling from the leather-wrapped hilt. The only sound left in the world was the rain washing over the earth. Xi Yan silently gazed at his own sword, trembling as he inserted the sword that Xie Xuan had given him into the ground beside him, slowly extending his body and reaching out towards Jingdu.
Xi Yan returned the hammer to the Celestial Driver, clapped his hands, and said to the old prisoner, "If you want to escape, now is the time."
The sound of heavy footsteps came from the street outside. Xie Gui was startled and focused to discern that the footsteps were heavy and hurried, clearly belonging to soldiers wearing standard-issue heavy boots, numbering no less than a hundred. Their numbers were limited, and their success in breaking into the prison could even be attributed to that warrior from Chen Yue, who held a forged sentencing document. Therefore, he was even more unwilling to let the secret execution of the minister become an excuse, deliberately redirecting the guards, and only having a jailer guide him, preparing to personally execute Xi Yan. If all the guards were present, numbering no less than three hundred, it would not be an easy task for the elite troops led by Xie Gui to break in.
"Stop talking about that, my situation is excellent, I am going to win this time, hurry up and place your bet." The old prisoner urged repeatedly.
Our scouts have confirmed that Yilin is still alive ... If the person who was assassinated is alive, then what will be the fate of the assassin
The one being asked about is General Xie Xuan of the Departed National Steed, who at this moment stands in a light robe with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the northern sky
Xiyan gazed at the rain curtain in a trance for a long time, then softly said, "Such rainy nights are truly abundant in Nanhuai."
Four people have been arranged to go over; they will meet us outside the city. The prison where he is located is far less secure than here, and four people are more than sufficient
But he did not hear the sound of the dark-clad servant landing, and by the time he suddenly realized this, it was already a moment too late. His companion clearly saw two emerald lights slowly opening in the darkness behind Xie Gui.
Bai Li Mo Yan, approximately fifteen or sixteen years old, blind, is a noble young man resembling white jade. There has never been such a person among the officials of the imperial capital before.
The man carrying a curved sword walked up to Xie Gui. He appeared to be around sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in form-fitting black clothing of indiscernible material. His youthful yet disheveled face was framed by hair casually tied back, cascading down over his shoulder
"Ray Yunbo Lie, are you here to stop me?" Xi Yan said to one of the ghost bats.
Behind him, a curved sword slowly emerged from the darkness, and a formidable shadow stepped forward, treading through the rain towards Xie Gui. The burning paper illuminated everything around, driving away the darkness where the cloaked figure had concealed himself. He had been crouching like a cat not far from Xie Gui's side, but now he slowly straightened up. His green long knife hung at one side, as the rain washed away the bloodstains in a swift flow. The burning paper illuminated everything around, driving away the darkness where the cloaked figure had concealed himself. He had been crouching like a cat not far from Xie Gui's side, but now he slowly straightened up. His green long knife hung at one side, as the rain washed away the bloodstains in a swift flow.
Gu Yueyi sent a piece of intelligence, reportedly from the scouts arranged by Duke Lei Qianye of Jin in Ningzhou, but it has yet to be confirmed. Xie Gui fell silent for a moment, stating that the noble Yi Tianzhan, who had defected from the Stark City-State, was discovered last month attempting to ambush his nephew Yi Lin. However, Yi Lin unexpectedly had already made preparations, and after a brief skirmish, the assassin was shot dead by Yi Lin's guards.
These few phrases are commonly spoken by gamblers in Nanhuaicheng before they throw the dice, essentially conveying the meaning of the gods opening the path to wealth and wishing for good luck in gambling. Following this, the sound of stones rolling on the ground can be heard from the opposite side
"Treading on ice to cross the sea to Hanzhou?" Xie Gui said with a bitter smile, "The general is indeed harsh on his subordinates"
"General Xie Cheng of the Imperial Army, I have seen you in the capital before" the black-clad attendant recalled
In the moment when the young man brushed past Xie Gui, the black-clad servant fell to the ground, his body arched backward. The only wound was beneath his neck, and his head resembled a leaking water pouch, with blood mingling with rainwater cascading down his chin. That sword strike was inconceivable to Xie Gui; in the fleeting opportunity of darkness, the young man pierced upward from below the chin with the Shadow Tiger, driving it straight into the skull. The black-clad servant collapsed into the puddle, and his final gesture was to raise his hand to the sky, something shooting out from his sleeve, emitting a mournful cry in the night sky. That sword strike was inconceivable to Xie Gui; in the fleeting opportunity of darkness, the young man pierced upward from below the chin with the Shadow Tiger, driving it straight into the skull. The black-clad servant collapsed into the puddle, and his final gesture was to raise his hand to the sky, something shooting out from his sleeve, emitting a mournful cry in the night sky.
"Go back!" Lei Yunbo repeated
Step aside! The voice of the one wielding the hammer from outside the wall could be heard
Is there any new information regarding the war in Beidu?" Xi Yan asked
The Feathered Clan's attack? Xi Yan indeed could no longer maintain his smile
Has the issue at Xiyuan been resolved? asked Xiyan
"Are you the imperial envoy here to execute me?" Xi Yan assessed the situation and nodded slightly
Old thing, have you been skinned alive? Why are you shouting so loudly? Is playing a game of double sixes making you this happy? The prisoner chatting over there cursed viciously while complaining
The prison guard looked at the torrential rain outside, feeling a hundred thousand unwillingness in his heart, yet he did not dare to say much to this imperial envoy from the capital. He only felt that this envoy was much more difficult to serve than the last one. He put on his oilskin raincoat, gritted his teeth, and went out.
"Old man, are you about to die..." The old prisoner in the next cell listened, gazing at the unfinished game of backgammon before him. He recalled the few days of camaraderie spent playing chess with this cellmate through the wall, and suddenly felt a wave of sorrow akin to that of a rabbit mourning a fox. Unable to help himself, he wiped his eyes with his sleeve
He caressed the old konghou, marveling at it. The design of the konghou was ordinary, and it bore no inscriptions, suggesting it was not a valuable item. A similar one could be found on the street, brand new, worth only a few gold zhu. This one seemed to be several decades old, having been touched so often that the lacquer had worn away in many places, yet it was as smooth as deep brown amber, radiating a soft glow. Xi Yan meticulously tuned the strings, appearing to be utterly captivated by it. This one seemed to be several decades old, having been touched so often that the lacquer had worn away in many places, yet it was as smooth as deep brown amber, radiating a soft glow. Xi Yan meticulously tuned the strings, appearing to be utterly captivated by it.
I have not seen the ancient heroes draw their swords, as the iron flute plays high and the dragon sings at night
He did not raise his head, so he could not see a pair of slender emerald eyes slowly opening in the darkness above. Those eyes hovered there, as if a hole had been opened in the pitch-black sky, and then they fell like a bat.
The young man no longer responded. He was less than two paces away from the cloaked servant, both remaining utterly still. This distance was sufficient for Xie Gui to launch a thunderous strike with his spear, a perilous range indeed, yet neither side seemed eager to take action.
This is the agreed-upon remuneration, a gold note worth 5,000 gold baht, issued by the Jiang family of Wanzhou, which can be exchanged anywhere in Wanzhou and the Imperial Capital. Xie Gui took out a sealed small bamboo tube from his pocket and handed it over.
... ...
What crime have you committed? You are the renowned General Xi from Nanhua City, to have fallen to such a state, the crime must not be trivial" The old prisoner retorted, as they had been imprisoned longer than Xi Yan and were cut off from news from the outside world
As Xi Yan just regained his senses, he heard a sound that made his teeth ache. The rusty iron axle of the death row gate slowly turned and opened. The light of the torch illuminated the damp ground, casting two elongated shadows. The prisoners suddenly fell silent, their breathing becoming faint. Death row inmates are not allowed outside; the gate only opens when food and water are delivered or when executions take place. The sound of the iron axle turning is like a death knell, leaving them to wonder whose turn it is to die. It is now deep into the night, and the guards would certainly not kindly bring the prisoners something to eat or drink, so is it for an execution? In such dreadful weather, would the executioner be willing to carry out a death?
Understood, I will set off immediately. If the waters of the Tian Tuo Sea are not frozen, I should be able to reach Beidu within two and a half months
Xie Gui stood behind him, hesitating for a moment, shook his head, and remained silent. In the distance, a faint sound of a clapper echoed, likely the old man on night watch, wrapped in a raincoat, slowly passing by the wall. Midnight had arrived, and the bell, dampened by the heavy rain, spread its sound to every corner of Nanhuaicheng. It was the national bell of the Confucian temple, ringing every midnight for over seven hundred years. Xie Gui suddenly recalled his first arrival in Nanhuaicheng, puzzled as to why the city rang its bell at midnight, preventing people from sleeping peacefully. However, he soon discovered that the people of Nanhuaicheng were not disturbed by the midnight bell, for they had spent countless days and nights listening to its sound. The bell resonated in their tranquil dreams, assuring them of safety, and they would merely turn comfortably in their beds, continuing to sleep soundly. He thought this must be what Nanhuaicheng was like, just as the poet of the Wenrui Kingdom wrote, "Listening to the bell by the water for seventy years, thus concluding this life."
Xie Gui said nothing further, gripping the hilt of his sword at his waist to remain vigilant as he watched the young man walk away slowly. In the young man's eyes, he saw a tiger-like gleam, which made him feel that this was someone not to be easily coerced. He was astonished to discover that the young man was covered in wounds; his seemingly flexible black attire bore no fewer than dozens of small injuries, with blood washed away by the rain. Some of the wounds were perilously close to vital points; had the black-clad assailant been able to penetrate just an inch deeper, the outcome of this battle would have been altered. He was astonished to discover that the young man was covered in wounds; his seemingly flexible black attire bore no fewer than dozens of small injuries, with blood washed away by the rain. Some of the wounds were perilously close to vital points; had the black-clad assailant been able to penetrate just an inch deeper, the outcome of this battle would have been altered
After nightfall, a torrential rain began to pour incessantly. The roof leaked, and a steady drip of water fell inside the cell, creating a sound akin to light rain. The straw used as a mattress emitted a musty odor, prompting the prisoners to curse loudly. The guards, in such inclement weather, were also in a foul mood; when their patience wore thin, they would enter, brandishing iron rods to strike the iron bars and shout angrily. After several instances, the prisoners ceased their cursing, realizing that complaints were futile. Unable to sleep in the leaking cell, they gathered in small groups by the iron bars to engage in idle chatter about women, creating an atmosphere surprisingly lively, reminiscent of a tavern.
This is the difference between us. We are neither the Celestial Drive nor the Morning Moon, and we do not wish to fight for ideals or divine creations. We are merely a group of individuals gathered together, wanting to support each other in order to survive. Su Hehui slightly bowed from a distance, as if in greeting, and then slowly departed.
I have been thinking, from now on, when I am not in this city, year after year, will the flowers I planted still bloom and flourish... or will they be uprooted by someone?" Xi Yan said faintly, "I have walked through many cities before, never willing to stay, fearing that if I lived in one place for too long, I would never be able to leave again. But when I arrived in Nanhuai... I just couldn't leave, and I was bound here for many years, having seen all the streets and alleys, planted that garden of flowers, and now I still stand here." I have walked through many cities before, never willing to stay, fearing that if I lived in one place for too long, I would never be able to leave again. But when I arrived in Nanhuai... I just couldn't leave, and I was bound here for many years, having seen all the streets and alleys, planted that garden of flowers, and now I still stand here... rambling on like a chatty old man.
In a hundred years of life, who can escape their destined end
Xie Gui noticed the agile young man, whose military uniform bore a bat emblem on the collar that was distinct from others, clearly indicating that he was the leader of these ghost bats. He had also heard the name Lei Yunbo Lie, the eldest son of the Lei family from Nanhuai, a figure renowned among the young generals of the Tang dynasty, alongside Youyin and Xi Yuan.
You speak just like a merchant from Wanzhou
This time of departure, it seems he will not return for a long time, right? Xie Gui also accompanied him to watch the rain, as silver raindrops fell onto the bluestone pavement in the courtyard, shattering and bouncing. "The general has lived in this city for over ten years, hasn't he?"
Go to Ziliang Street, buy a pot of wine for General Xi, along with some food, and purchase the best available. Also, get an old used konghou, of thirty-six strings.
The inmates were all peering through the iron bars at him, thinking that this cellmate, known for his heroic reputation, must have gone mad in the face of death, speaking as if someone were sitting opposite him.
"Thanks to the purchase." Xie Gui hesitated for a moment, "Is the way to contact Tianluo left to you by that woman? Is it the method she left to save you?"
The young man did not linger, sheathed his sword, and brushed past him
The sounds from outside had completely subsided. Xi Yan silently stood up, set down the harp in his hands, and adjusted his collar. The piece had already been played, and the musician only needed to wait for applause, yet Xi Yan was still not entirely certain who would be the one to applaud.
The light of Qingguang rose and then vanished in an instant
That is a specially crafted heart lock in the shape of a cross from Heluo, made of coral gold, which is not easy to handle. The key is in the hands of Baili Jinghong. "Xi Yan said, "Break the wall from the outside!"
This can be taught to you later, you said that person is called Bai Li Mo Yan
This time it relied on luck, who will die when the black-clad servant appears next? Xie Gui could not wait any longer; he suddenly withdrew his hand and threw away the spear, clapping his hands forcefully. He was well aware of the risks involved; he lacked the ability to see in the dark, and the opponent might be less than a step away from him, possibly piercing his heart before he could finish clapping.
If it is frozen, then just walk on the ice to get across, said Xi Yan
"Why not check the amount of the gold ticket? I have heard that Tian Luo is the shrewdest businessman in the world, and every penny in the transactions is accounted for clearly." Xie Gui glanced sideways at the person holding the umbrella, whose brown bamboo umbrella still intentionally or unintentionally obscured the person's face
"I can't open it, this lock is too complicated," said the locksmith, wiping the sweat from his brow.
Xi Yan took a deep breath, his expression grave, "Bai Li Mo Yan is the son of Bai Li Chang Qing"
Xie Gui remained silent, watching as his figure slowly disappeared into the curtain of rain. Suddenly, he vanished, as if melting into the heavy downpour, leaving an umbrella on the ground
Su Hehui took a few steps in the pouring rain, then stopped, yet did not turn back. "The old gentlemen's thoughts are that this era is destined to change again. Regardless of whether Chen Yue's plan succeeds this time, the Great Yin is fated to perish. We wish to survive in the new era, whether it be Tianqu or Chen Yue, we want to know who can dominate the new era. Yan greatly admires General Xi, believing that General Xi will bring a peaceful new era to the Eastern Land. We wish to survive in the new era, whether it be Tianqu or Chen Yue, we want to know who can dominate the new era. Yan greatly admires General Xi, believing that General Xi will bring a peaceful new era to the Eastern Land. And the assassins also wish to live in a peaceful era... Perhaps one day there will be more transactions between us.
However, the ghost bats did not draw their blades, silently watching. Lei Yunbo Lie lowered his head, taking a difficult glance at the wound on his chest, and slowly pushed the short knife back into its sheath. A mournful cry emerged from among the ghost bats, and Lei Yunzong rushed out of the crowd towards his brother. Lei Yunbo Lie did not wait for him to reach his side; he had already closed his eyes, heavily collapsing to the ground, splashing a puddle of rainwater. Xi Yan held his sword horizontally in front, gazing at the blade. The torrential rain poured over the ancient sword, cleansing the bloodstains of Lei Yunbo Lie, and the sword glimmered with a murderous light under the torch's illumination, even the splashed droplets were tinged with a layer of iron color. Lei Yunbo Lie did not wait for him to reach his side; he had already closed his eyes, heavily collapsing to the ground, splashing a puddle of rainwater. Xi Yan held his sword horizontally in front, gazing at the blade. The torrential rain poured over the ancient sword, cleansing the bloodstains of Lei Yunbo Lie, and the sword glimmered with a murderous light under the torch's illumination, even the splashed droplets were tinged with a layer of iron color
Who knows? The old gentlemen probably have considered the outcome, but they will not tell us. The person holding the umbrella spoke every word with a gentle smile
Mars fell, and the torch was lit. Almost simultaneously, the sounds of footsteps and the whistling of weapons ceased. The umbrella holder raised the torch high, and Xie Gui squinted, seeing a young man carrying the "Shadow Tiger" striding towards him through the rainwater. Behind the young man, a silent figure in black stood, holding a long knife with both hands, as the heavy rain splashed against his dark armor, creating bright silver droplets.
Xie Gui looked at Xi Yan with suspicion, while Xi Yan remained expressionless, bending down to retrieve the scabbard and inserting it into his belt, sheathing the sword.
Xi Yan fell silent for a moment, silently gazing at the only window on the wall. Cold rain splashed in from outside, and it was pitch black outside
The iron hooves do not cease, and the heavy rain pours down.
I am thinking that I am ready, but I do not know whether it is you or that Chen Yue who will lead me on my way. " Xi Yan said, "You are almost too late; if you had come a little later, my body would have gone cold.
The imperial edict from the capital is strict, and we have no choice. My brother said that the Lei family has been loyal to the Baili clan for generations, serving as loyal subjects of the Lower Tang dynasty, and it cannot be any different in his generation. Lei Yunzongming knelt beside his brother's corpse, this fair-skinned youth silently removed his helmet, laid down his weapons on the ground, and crawled forward two steps to embrace his brother entirely. "He has already died in an attempt to stop the general, fulfilling his loyalty to the Baili clan. The rest is beyond his capability, and his subordinates have been spared their lives." This fair-skinned youth silently removed his helmet, laid down his weapons on the ground, and crawled forward two steps to embrace his brother entirely. "He has already died in an attempt to stop the general, fulfilling his loyalty to the Baili clan. The rest is beyond his capability, and his subordinates have been spared their lives."
Xi Yan was momentarily taken aback, then burst into laughter, "No wonder it's a capital offense; the counterfeit banknotes you forged could buy half of Ziliang Street."
The term "puppet" in the assassin profession refers to the target to be killed, while "knife" denotes the person executing the assassination task. The role of the "watchman" is either to finish off any targets that have slipped through the net or to deal with assassins who cannot escape
He suddenly strode into the rain curtain, reached out to grab the reins of Mo Xue, his fingers brushing through the long mane of Ai Ma, stirring up a splash of icy water. He mounted the horse, tightened the reins, and said, "Let’s go! We have already delayed for many years!"
"May I borrow your thing for a moment?" Xi Yan extended his hand
"Assassins only carry out their tasks and do not question the decisions. Being too curious about why one must kill a person can shake one's resolve." Su Hehui smiled and said, "The transaction is over, hurry and save your friends."
"Long Xiang, do not be so rude; allow me to introduce Mr. Xie Gui from the Heavenly Drive Warrior Corps," said the umbrella holder leisurely
Suddenly, two points of light sprang up in the darkness, their color resembling the pale green of fireflies, yet as intense as fire. The green spots of light glided across a cold metal surface, causing the iron beads to tremble violently, while the curtain of rain and wind was torn apart by a piercing howl
The dark army surged into the open ground, treading through the rainwater. They were clad in uniform grayish-blue military attire, covered with black scaled iron armor, and wore heavy leather boots. Each soldier was equipped with only a two-foot short sword. Xie Gui was tense all over; he realized that the army they encountered was the Ghost Bats. If there was any army in the Lower Tang that could gain a reputation in the Eastern Land based solely on its combat prowess, it would undoubtedly be the Ghost Bat Battalion personally trained by Xi Yan. This battalion was trained as the elite among the elite, enhancing their skills in assassination and reconnaissance. In close combat, the Ghost Bats were far more terrifying than heavily armored cavalry. Xie Gui, along with five other Tianqu members, simultaneously urged their horses closer to Xi Yan, preparing to charge with the advantage of their steeds. The Ghost Bats did not immediately launch an attack; instead, they circled around them, splitting into two teams to form a complete encirclement. Xie Gui raised his spear to protect Xi Yan, nervously surveying the surroundings, as countless torches illuminated the iron armor, revealing that this encirclement had no flaws. He realized that it was impossible for his group to leave unscathed.
The umbrella holder strolled out from the corner, standing shoulder to shoulder with Xie Gui, watching the young man depart, and smiled, "I hope he did not disappoint the employer? Then let us forgive the young man's arrogance. He is the most outstanding swordsman in our school in the past fifty years, so exceptional that we do not even know what task would be suitable for him. We must also thank you for finding the right puppets for him."
There is no need; we trust in the credibility of Tianqu. The umbrella holder turned around and prepared to leave
Indeed, it has been over ten years. However, there is nothing to be nostalgic about; those people and events from the past... are all gone. Xi Yan let out a gentle sigh.
He was silent for a moment, then suddenly took a deep breath and raised his head, "Even if the mountains collapse, we must go in! I do not believe that Yitian Zhan will die. If Yilin really kills him, he will undoubtedly announce this news to the world, claiming that he has eradicated the traitor Gumo Stark of the entire Yu clan, which would serve as a splendid adornment for his crown. Yilin will not easily gain power; the key lies in Beidu. You will depart for Beidu City tomorrow. You have fought alongside Long Ge Zhenhuang for a month by the Iron Line River and are familiar with the area. This time, you must help Qingyang fend off the Shuo Bei people!"
The Skyward Warriors tightened their reins, preparing to charge forward.
The secret technique known as "Xiao Tong"! Xie Gui has heard of this secret art, which allows one to see any heat-emitting object in absolute darkness
I understood suddenly when he drew his sword. Your brother is truly foolishly loyal, " Xi Yan said淡淡地.
"No wonder it is a capital offense; the people you secretly mobilize could overthrow a nation." The old prisoner said triumphantly in retaliation
Xie Gui looked at Xi Yan's face, and at that moment he suddenly wanted to see some sorrow reflected in this man's expression. He had followed this man for nearly ten years, often wanting to know his vulnerabilities, as it would make him seem more real. But he saw nothing; Xi Yan silently removed his scarf and covered his face. This was a common practice for those riding in the rain at night, to prevent the cold rain from entering their mouths. Xie Gui was momentarily taken aback, and at that moment, he suddenly saw a bandit with a covered face vividly appear before him, no longer just an ethereal character from a story.
Two individuals walked down the corridor, one of whom was clearly a guard, dragging an iron rod across the iron bars, producing a series of chilling clinks. The other person made not a sound, their footsteps as silent as a cat. The two eventually stopped in front of Xi Yan's cell. Xi Yan recognized the familiar black cloak, the hood obscuring the person's face, and beneath the cloak, there was a hint of iron armor. They were equipped with a long sword, and in the hollow of the sword's hilt was a shiny silver iron ball. The two ultimately halted in front of Xi Yan's cell, where he saw the familiar black cloak, the hood concealing the person's face, and beneath the cloak, there was a hint of iron armor. They were equipped with a long sword, and in the hollow of the sword's hilt was a shiny silver iron ball.
Xi Yan grasped the sword sheath of Jing Du, and in an instant, Lei Yunbo crouched slightly, his body adopting a "tiger stance," swiftly pressing down on the hilt of his waist knife. Xie Gui had already heard the sound of the blade being drawn from its sheath emanating from his waist. The hand of Xi Yan holding the sword sheath glided along it as if pressing piano keys, and his speed was such that he had already grasped the hilt before the sword began to fall.
The black-clad servant did not respond, which can be taken as an implicit agreement
Bai Li Changqing?" Xie Gui was shaken.
The verdict on General Xi's case by the Seven Inspectors of the Apocalypse has been rendered. General Xi is guilty of colluding with the enemy and betraying the country, forming factions to plot rebellion, and is sentenced to death without mercy. The cloaked attendant unfolded the document in hand and handed it to Xi Yan on the other side of the iron bars
I actually think I am quite lucky, the old prisoner said
The cloaked servant threw the torch into the air, gripping the hilt of the sword tightly, bringing it to his chest, the tip pointing towards the sky, silent as a statue. The torch fell to the ground, immediately extinguished by the rain, leaving no light behind, as everyone faced the darkness, listening to the sound of the pouring rain. Xie Gui's sweat flowed even more profusely; he knew how terrifying this opponent was. The students of Leibi City were not weaklings. If this cloaked servant did not possess the secret technique of the Corpse Warrior from Shangyang Pass that commanded the dead, he would undoubtedly concentrate all his energy on that sword. Xie Gui recalled how Bai Yi and Xi Yan had joined forces at Shangyang Pass to severely injure the Corpse Warrior. Would the six of them together be able to match Su Yue and Mo Yu? Xie Gui felt completely uncertain.
Xie Gui turned around and swept his spear horizontally, but once again lost his target. The cloaked servant closed his eyes once more, completely merging into the darkness as before
Are you saying that not being sentenced to death is considered good luck
The name of this prison is ominous and fearsome, yet it houses all kinds of people, from the wealthy who have stirred up trouble, to the debauched women and the commoners who engage in brawls and murders, as well as some low-ranking officials who have committed offenses. All of them could be thrown in here. However, this is also the most heavily guarded prison in Nanhua City, where the crimes of the inmates are not trivial. Every few days, several are executed, the cells are emptied and then filled again, with prisoners changing like a flowing stream. Given Xiyan's official rank, even in prison he is kept in a solitary cell. In the months leading up to his imprisonment, he was indeed held alone in a stone cell facing south, where he could not interact with anyone except for the patrolling guards, and there was only a skylight for ventilation. Baili Jinghong, having lost face among the Eastern Land lords due to the prison break at the execution ground, harbored deep resentment towards Xiyan and sent an eunuch from the palace to see if this traitor's arrogance had diminished. However, when the eunuch arrived, he found Xiyan whistling through the skylight, trying to tease a pigeon resting there, looking utterly relaxed. After reporting back to Baili Jinghong, the latter was furious and ordered Xiyan to be thrown into a foul-smelling death cell, where he would eat the same prison food as those lowly inmates.
"We have taken good care of the general's flowers, and we will continue to do so," came the voice of Lei Yunzongming from behind, tinged with tears
Xie Gui sensed the enemy's position amidst the exclamations of his companions. He exerted himself to lunge forward, listening to the shrill sound of the knife behind him, which followed like a soul-seeking wail. He could not move any faster, nor could he turn to block, as he was out of breath and his strength was already depleted. The iron beads trembled violently, unreservedly revealing the position of the cloaked assailant, for the prey was about to perish, and the hunter could then reveal himself with ease.
The two individuals burst into laughter, seemingly finding a certain joy in the prospect of being executed by each other