Who could have imagined that when the emperor returned home, a group of servants who used to guard the gate actually stopped him from returning, and they used a rain of arrows to stop him. Emperor Tianyou of the Great Sui Dynasty, Yang Yi's cry may be divided into three parts. The first part is when he was a prince. Although his life was full of intrigues, at least he could sleep steadily every day.
The second part is about eleven years from the time he ascended the throne to the Western Expedition, which was the most glorious peak of his life. During these eleven years, he turned his hands into clouds and covered his hands with rain. Even those opponents who secretly secretly had to praise him as a generation of sage monarchs who can be compared with Taizu Taizong.
The third stage is from the defeat of the Western Expedition to the present.
In the past few years, he has fallen from a lofty emperor to a poor man who cannot return home. When he left Chang'an City, he had beheaded more than 30,000 people. At that time, he only wanted to leave a clean court for the prince. When he was in the northwest, he beheaded hundreds more, but his purpose remained unchanged.
But when he came back, those dead people started to make trouble.
Naturally, the dead cannot be resurrected, but these dead people are not ordinary people. Many living people have long been filled with hatred for the emperor because of those dead people. Those who died had friends, allies, family members, relatives, and the same clan. Naturally, these people did not want to see the emperor return to Chang'an City.
Of course, even if there were no such dead people, there would still be many people who wanted the emperor to die.
And the most important person among them is the contradiction where the emperor feels pain and is at ease.
An old eunuch who looked thinner tied the emperor who looked thinner than him to his back, rode a horse, and rushed towards thousands of elites without hesitation against the rain of arrows. At this time, he unsparingly displayed his cultivation of the Transparency Realm. He spread all his internal strength around his body, shaking away the rainstorm-like feather arrows for the emperor and himself.
If Su Buwei was an upright and mature man, even if he didn't have such a deep cultivation base as now, he would be able to escape from the arrow formation smoothly. He can avoid fighting at all, but avoid running away.
But now Su Buwei is very haggard and tired even though his cultivation base is profound. Along the way, he took care of the emperor almost non-stop, and his energy was almost exhausted. But now he still has scruples, behind him is a big mountain. The emperor's body is very light, but the weight is very heavy!
If he evades, then with his cultivation base, he can definitely deal with it calmly.
But he forced his way.
Even if those thousands of elites are taken out alone, they are as weak as ants in his eyes, but when they are gathered together, they can't pile up a big practitioner without losing their lives. After two rounds of Feather Arrows, all the Jinyi schools were dead. At this time, Su Buwei mentioned his internal energy body protection, because he wanted to preserve as much strength as possible. The few thousand archers may not be the only ones standing in front of them.
The war horse wailed, and finally couldn't bear it and fell down.
Su Buwei concentrated his energy on protecting the emperor but didn't have much spare energy to take care of it. The feather arrows were too dense to guard against.
At the moment when the horse fell down, Su Buwei pulled himself up suddenly and jumped up. Like an old eagle that can still fly high, he landed directly on the arrow array, and then stepped on the heads of the soldiers and rushed forward. The soldiers kept waving their knives while screaming, trying to chop him off, but they couldn't keep up with his speed.
The soldiers behind began to spread out, making Su Buwei unable to find his head to continue borrowing strength.
Su Buwei landed in the crowd, and then pushed forward with both hands, a wave of overwhelming and majestic internal energy blasted into the crowd opposite, dozens of soldiers were shocked to death by the huge pressure in an instant, and the soldiers behind It was blown to pieces.
Su Buwei rushed forward with the emperor on his back, and countless giant shieldmen came out from behind those archers and surrounded him, trying to squeeze Su Buwei. Su Buwei slapped a huge shield with his palm, and the two arms of the soldier holding the shield were immediately shaken off his body and flew out.
The giant shield smashed backwards, killing a dozen soldiers.
Four or five generals with good cultivation stood in front, and Su Buwei punched two of them to death, and then kicked one into the air. Before the people behind could make a move, Su Buwei had already rushed out. Thousands of troops were deposited on the official road, and the thickness was by no means easy to break through.
But Su Buwei didn't intend to kill more people at all, every blow was just to open the way.
As more and more soldiers fell, Su Buwei was like a lone boat going up against the river, not only was not washed back by the current, it even split the current. Wherever he passed, the big river split a gap in the middle, and the water waves rolled over on both sides.
In just a few minutes, Su Buwei tore a hole in the arrow array and rushed out.
Yang Shunhui, who was sitting by the woods not far behind the army formation, took a look and frowned.
"bar."
He said a word, and fell silent again.
The soldiers behind the arrow array moved away, revealing more than a dozen bed crossbows.
With a whoosh, more than a dozen huge heavy crossbows shot towards Su Buwei who had just come out of the arrow array. After Su Buwei killed through the crowd, he just felt that his eyes were empty, and the dozen or so heavy crossbows blasted towards him, and he had no scruples about the soldiers behind Su Buwei.
Su Buwei's eyes froze, and he transferred a heavy crossbow over his body, then jumped up and stepped on a heavy crossbow in midair, and landed lightly behind the crossbow. The ten soldiers were turned over, and the wailing sounded immediately.
After falling behind the ballista, Su continued to rush forward without fear and without looking back.
opposite
At least three hundred elite riders have already begun to accelerate and rush over.
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The corner of Su Buwei's mouth twitched, and then he cursed a bunch of damn servants! In his eyes, everyone including himself is the slave of the person behind him.
He speeded up and rushed over, then stretched his arms forward, stretched his body and lowered his body, and passed between the two horses. At the moment they crossed, he was holding a leg of a horse with one hand. With a tug, the two war horses immediately neighed and were pulled down, and the knight on the horses immediately rushed forward.
The old eunuch, who looked so skinny and frail, swung a war horse with one hand to open the way, like a god of death who fell from the sky.
The sharp contrast between the thin body and the two tall war horses in his hands is so shocking!
He danced his horse non-stop, and killed one cavalryman after another. When he and the three hundred cavalrymen crossed each other, a lot of corpses were left on the official road. Those cavalry never thought that someone would defeat them in this way.
Su Buwei threw away the two broken dead horses, and then smashed the head of the last cavalryman with a finger in the air. He jumped up and pushed the blood-spraying corpse away, reined in the horses and turned around. He rushed out to Chang'an.
"Your Majesty, are you hurt?"
He asked eagerly while beating the horse.
The emperor shook his head: "No, thank you for your hard work."
Su Buwei felt at ease, and then kept urging the horse to charge forward. The cavalry behind him had already turned their horses to chase after him, and Yang Shunhui suddenly waved his hands: "There is no need to chase."
He looked at the man riding away, and murmured in a very soft voice: "Why do you need to come back?"
If Su Buwei used lightness kung fu, he would definitely be faster than a war horse in a short distance, but he didn't dare to expend any extra energy because he knew that the real obstacle might not have appeared yet. As long as you don't get entangled with those soldiers, the possibility of the great practitioner being piled to death by the soldiers is almost zero.
"Soon!"
Su Buwei turned his head and said to the emperor, his eyes froze suddenly after he finished speaking, he jumped off the horse fiercely, rushed forward, and only then left the horse's back, an extremely powerful inner strength ruthlessly It smashed hard on the war horse, and the horse was shattered into a big pool of flesh and blood before it even wailed.
"Your Majesty, be careful, the servant may have to act a little more aggressively."
Su Buwei said something in a very calm tone, and then punched out into the woods on the side. Two big trees fell in response, and a middle-aged man behind the trees immediately spit out a mouthful of blood. He still wanted to make a move, but found that his dantian Qihai had been shattered. That extremely feminine inner strength made him unable to resist.
Su Buwei didn't pay any attention to it, and used all his internal energy to increase his speed. At least thirty practitioners rushed out from the woods, chasing after him. These people are not as strong as Su Buwei in terms of strength alone, but the strength that Su Buwei can display now is not as good as before.
Sword intent, saber energy, and even talismans kept attacking. Su Buwei tried his best to dodge and let himself face those attacks, so that the emperor was always behind him, and he was not hurt at all. But precisely because of this, his internal strength was depleted extremely fast.
After killing nine seventh-rank, six eighth-rank and one ninth-rank master, a hole was cut on his calf by the sword intent of that ninth-rank master. Blood trickled down his trousers, leaving a string of bloody footprints on the official road.
Hearing Su Buwei's heavy breathing, the emperor couldn't help asking: "Can you still hold on?"
"able!"
Su Buwei nodded: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, this servant is determined!"
After saying this, Su Buwei's body suddenly staggered, followed by a bloody gash on his chest. If he hadn't blocked it with inner energy in time, the sudden inner energy almost pierced through his heart just now.
"Brightness Realm!"
Su Buwei's pupils shrank suddenly.
"two!"
His heart tightened, and then a sense of powerlessness surged out of his heart, and soon spread all over his body. At this time, what he thought was that His Majesty really shouldn't have kept Zhang Zhenren in Liu Enjing's army for the sake of Tai Sui, but it was that Liu Enjing who sent people to chase and withdraw the cavalry at the last moment.
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Yanwuyuan
It seems that the old dean, who can barely walk, is packing his things in the library. His movements are very slow and serious. A few new clothes that were specially bought by someone have been put into the package. Next to the package was an ancient long sword.
He looked at the sword, and looked at the three words engraved on the scabbard, a little lost.
Wan Jiantang
When he was young, he traveled all over the country with this sword, making everyone say, Wan Xingchen, you are the number one in the world!
After so many years, the sword has been lonely for a long time.
He stroked the scabbard slowly and lightly, and took a piece of cloth to wipe off the dust on it. At this moment, his eyes suddenly changed, and he looked to the south. He closed his eyes to concentrate on perception, and then said in a low voice that he could see through so many people's hearts, but he still couldn't see through the royal family's thoughts!
The voice is still there, but the person has disappeared.
Tai Chi Palace
Tai Chi Hall
Xinghuang Emperor Yang Chengqian, who was sitting on the dragon chair when he was only a teenager, looked at the memorials piled up in front of him and frowned. Just as he was about to pick up his pen, a bent old man with a hunchback appeared in front of him. He grabbed the front of his clothes, and amidst the exclamations of the ministers and guards, the two disappeared at the same time.
fifteen miles south of the city
Su Buwei spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at the cut of his right arm that had been torn off, and then at the left leg that was still only connected with a layer of skin.
"Your Majesty... didn't you startle me?"
He vomited blood as he asked, trying his best to keep his tone steady.
"without!"
The emperor bit his lips and replied, there were no more tears in his dry eyes.
"Very well, this servant will take you back to Chang'an."
Su Buwei made himself smile, but he didn't know how ugly his smile was now. He hopped forward on one leg. The broken leg hung from him, swinging back and forth as he jumped.
The two old men chased up from behind, and at the same time pinched the sword formula and pointed downward in mid-air, the two sword intents caught up with Su Buwei from behind, Su Buwei turned around on one leg, forcibly blocked the two energy attacks with his chest. The sword energy that splits the boulder. With a pop, two holes appeared on his chest immediately.
But because of too much blood loss, there was no blood to flow out of the wound.
"Your Majesty... servant... it seems that I can't take you back..."
Standing on one leg, Su swayed uncontrollably, trying his last internal strength to block the sword energy without hurting the emperor behind him, he was exhausted. But he tried his best to keep himself from falling. The emperor nodded vigorously, and whispered into Su Buwei's ear: "I am very happy to die with you!"
The two old men landed on the ground and strode towards this side: "Your Majesty, you really shouldn't come back. The crown prince has already ascended the throne, so why is Your Majesty coming back?"
The emperor glanced at the two of them, sneered and said, "Okay...Okay! In the Taiji Palace, I actually raised two dogs that bit their master!"
"We are not dogs, and you are not the emperor anymore."
Another old man raised his hand and pointed at the emperor: "Our duty is to listen to the emperor, but you are not."
With a movement of his finger, a sword energy quickly pierced the emperor's forehead.
Puff!
There was a hole between the eyebrows of the old man, the forehead was very small, only the size of a soybean grain, but the entire back of the head was directly smashed, and the rotten brain was blown out, splashing the big practitioner behind who had no time to dodge .
"Big... the lobby master..."
The surviving great practitioner swallowed hard and looked at the old man who suddenly appeared beside the emperor.
"When I taught you sword intent, I didn't teach you to kill kings."
The old dean sighed: "Do you think that the Wanjiantang's rules don't have to be followed without the name of Wanjiantang in the Jianghu? Do you have to learn these ruthless things when working in Taiji Palace?" ?”
The old man looked at Wan Xingchen in fear, and then glanced at the little emperor Yang Chengqian who was being held by Wan Xingchen.
"The disciple knows his mistake!"
"I won't kill you, you go to Jiangnan Tonggu Academy, kill as many as you can, and die in a decent way. I allow you to reveal the name of Wanjiantang, go."
Wan Xingchen said something lightly.
The old man's face changed, and then he nodded vigorously: "Disciple understands!"
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finally
Su Buwei couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground, hitting his face heavily on the ground. He had already lost his sanity, blood blurred his eyes, and he could no longer see His Majesty the Emperor behind him. The old eunuch lying on the ground still grabbed the ground with one arm and wanted to crawl forward. But where did he still have the strength to crawl, it was just in vain.
"Your Majesty... Are you almost in Chang'an?"
he asks.
On the road, the emperor always asked him this.
Old Dog Su, are you almost in Chang'an
Now, let him ask the emperor.
The emperor bit his lip and nodded: "Here we are!"
"arrive?"
Su Buwei grinned and said, "This slave has fulfilled her mission... the slave finally... finally took you home."
The smile froze on his face and never faded away.
The emperor lay on top of him, as if the last trace of anger had been taken away.
There was an eunuch named Su Buwei.
There is a slave... called Su Laogou