Unspeakable bitterness appeared on the face of this middle-aged man in plain clothes.
At this moment, he understood the choice of the old man on the turret who had been guarding him for many years.
"You hope to see a strong and prosperous empire, but can you ignore the lives and deaths of so many practitioners?"
"I understand what you mean, but it's a pity that I don't agree."
He also felt the deliberate slowness of the force on the turret, but he shook his head anyway.
What's more, he didn't agree with what the mistress in the palace and the man on the throne did.
If he can compromise, he will compromise, if he cannot compromise, he can only use the sword.
In Changling, many things can only be said with the sword.
Even if he can't win, at least this sword can represent his will.
All the wormwood on the eaves of Baoguangguan behind him snapped off in an instant.
The wormwood that had grown for an unknown number of years and had already faintly glowed with precious light suddenly emitted a lot of soft light, pouring into the sword in front of him.
Such a mysterious and powerful aura even made the senior officer in front of him change his face, and his whole body kept retreating, leaving countless explosive blasts in the air.
However, the plain sword in front of him didn't fall towards the high-ranking officer of the army and horse division, nor did it face the power on the turret, but went straight up, towards the sky.
There was a roar.
At this moment in Changling, all the pedestrians walking in the streets and alleys outside looked in the direction of Baoguang Temple.
A pure beam of light appeared in Changling City, so high that it almost touched the bright moon.
For ordinary people, this is just an incomprehensible miraculous picture, but for many people, it is a warning, a kind of heart.
The middle-aged man in plain clothes had his hands behind his back, and the true energy and the vitality of heaven and earth in his body flowed out of his body like a long river.
When the true essence and the vitality of heaven and earth in the body were completely exhausted, this pure beam of light finally disappeared slowly.
The plain sword that flew to a very high altitude fell back, bringing out a white and crystal light.
Su Jian fell like a meteor.
The middle-aged man in plain clothes welcomed the fall of the plain sword.
With a snort.
This plain sword pierced through his heart, pierced his body, and with the blood flowing, it was stuck on the stone ground behind him.
The queen was standing by the pool full of lotus flowers.
The beam of light and the sword light were very obvious, so she could see it very clearly.
For some reason, she became inexplicably angry again.
Because she thought of Yan Xinlan.
Thinking of the sword intent that is also willing to fold and not surrender.
The blood of the middle-aged man in plain clothes spurted out, and continued to spray on the hilt of the plain sword, flowing into the cracks in the ground like a waterfall.
The decision he made was very decisive, and his sword was fast enough, so he died quickly, without any pain, and his face was peaceful.
The closed observation door behind him creaked open at this moment.
A girl with a round face came out to watch at this time.
In the shadow behind her, there are many teenagers or girls whose shoulders are constantly twitching.
The round-faced girl walked behind the middle-aged man in plain clothes. She grabbed the blood-soaked plain sword hilt and pulled it up from the ground.
Seeing the sad and joyful face of this round-faced girl and the way she drew her sword, the senior soldier standing on the ground felt his heart tightening. He couldn't help asking the people behind him in a deep voice. : "Who is this woman?"
"Hu Jingjing." An official behind him couldn't help breathing hard, and said, "Lu Ping's direct disciple, an orphan."
The high-ranking official Bingmasi couldn't bear it for some reason, but seeing the way the round-faced girl was holding a sword, as well as the figures behind her who were starting to become chaotic, he knew that this matter must be controlled.
So he took another deep breath and said sharply, "What do you want?"
The round-faced girl raised her head, with no tears in her eyes, she just said in a palpitatingly flat tone: "Join the war... Didn't you tell my master that you want us to go to the border?"
The high-ranking official Bingmasi froze for no reason.
Some practitioners behind him and some figures in the round-faced girl behind him also froze inexplicably.
But the strange thing is that everyone understands the girl's intentions at this time... First, she is not strong enough now, and second, she needs to survive.
The high-ranking official Bing Ma Si was speechless for a while, and closed his eyes in some pain.
"Crazy?"
At this time, he couldn't help but say these three words in his heart.
He didn't doubt the queen's determination, nor doubted that the queen couldn't do such a thing, but after tonight, how many people's lives would be changed by her crazy choice, and how many terrible people would she create in the future
Not far behind this senior military official, there was a carriage parked.
There is a maid in the carriage.
This court lady has now taken over part of the power of the maid surnamed Rong. She has been in power for a short time, so her temperament is not as cold as the maid surnamed Rong, and her face is also more delicate and beautiful than the maid surnamed Rong.
Opposite her, the young man sitting is An Baoshi.
"I admire this female student from Baoguang Temple very much."
Seeing the round-faced girl drawing her sword, An Baoshi turned to look at the court lady and said, "Although her talent is very average, she is not as good as most of the students who participated in the Minshan Sword Club." , her current cultivation base is also very low, but I think she will definitely be stronger than most of the young talents in Changling."
The Qingxiu court lady nodded seriously, and said: "Mr. An is right."
An Baoshi smiled faintly, and said: "But no matter how good you are, it's useless, because among the young people in Changling, I am the strongest in the end."
The content of his sentence is very arrogant, but all his demeanor and tone give people the feeling that it is taken for granted.
The Qingxiu court lady said seriously again: "What Mr. An said is true."
Ding Ning stood in front of the window with his clothes on.
He coughed lightly.
He has already started to use Nine Dead Silkworms and Xutianshen Jue to heal his injuries, but he knows not to appear too fast.
Looking at the soaring beam of light that disappeared in Baoguang Temple, he said in a slightly cold voice: "Zheng Xiu really started to go crazy."
"Are you proud or unhappy?"
Changsun Qianxue's cold voice sounded from the darkness.
Ding Ning turned around, looked at her, and said, "When you see many people dying and being helpless, you will never be proud again."
"Nine dead silkworms are here, she and Yuan Wu will not be happy."
Ding Ning was silent for a moment, and then said: "But if she and Yuan Wu don't die, I won't be happy either."
…
Huang Zhenwei was not on the turret.
But he felt the power from the turret, and he naturally saw the soaring light from the Baoguang Temple. For a long time after that, he couldn't move while standing, and his breathing couldn't be normal for a long time.
He seemed to be able to see the helplessness and sadness in the eyes of the old man at this moment, and he also seemed to be able to see the determination and firmness of the middle-aged man in plain clothes when he faced his sword.
He knew that many more people would die next.
He knew that there would be a bloody storm like the three years before Yuan Wu's accession to the throne, and even more violent.
He bit his lips in pain, bleeding out.
"Nine dead silkworms!"
Such a voice kept echoing in his body.
At this moment, all he was thinking was that if he wanted to end this, if he wanted the Queen and the Holy Majesty to stop, he had to find the nine-dead silkworm.
…
On the Weihe River, there is a small boat floating.
Bai Shanshui, Zhao Si, Lin Zhuojiu, and Zhang Shiwu were all in the small boat, so the pressure of the small boat was very deep, and it looked as if it would sink into the water at any time.
When the beam of light lit up in Changling City, Bai Shanshui stood at the bow of the boat with her hands behind her back. She squinted her eyes and asked, "Mr. Lin, what can we do?"
Lin Zhujiu shook his head in the cabin, and said, "I can't do anything. In fact, I'm not a military adviser, I'm just a housekeeper."
Zhang Shiwu didn't respond.
He was seriously injured, but at this moment, behind Bai Shanshui, he looked at the stove with peace of mind, and a pot of beef soup was boiling on it.
Lin Zhujiu loves beef soup very much, he hasn't had such beef soup for a long time.
Zhao Si was stunned, looking at Lin Zhujiu, "What do you mean?"