Two days later.
Daze City. night.
The clanging sound of flowing water flowed out from the official residence of the Dazawa City Prefect's Mansion. The sound of the violin sounded very graceful and gentle at first, but if you pay attention to it, it will give you a creepy feeling, as if you are looking at a peerless beauty with a slender red makeup from a distance. Swinging female ghost.
The Liao Kingdom cultivator dressed in Tsing Yi quickly walked around the corridor, approached the main hall where the sound of the violin came from, and folded his arms outside the door: "National Teacher! The watchtower on the outskirts of the city found that the Chonghua army was approaching, and the distance could be eliminated at most. In half an hour, we will be able to reach the outside of Daze City!!"
The people in the room didn't answer, only bright orange light penetrated through the white silk cloth that stretched the windows.
When the eerie and secluded song was over, the door opened with a "squeak".
The national teacher of Liao Kingdom paced out calmly.
The man wears a delicate golden veil with a gold silk crown. He is obviously just a national teacher, but he goes beyond the line unscrupulously, wearing a silk robe embroidered with dragon patterns, the robe is trimmed with silver, and the pattern is woven with silk threads smelted by the tail feathers of the sparrow, and the moonlight shines. , the end is the overflowing color streamer.
"It's so fast." As soon as the national teacher opened his mouth, it was actually very relaxed, "I thought they would arrive at least three days ago. It seems that we have taken the big water, but we can take the yellow-mouthed child on the Chonghua throne. I'm in a hurry."
He smiled and said, "Since the teachers of justice are so eager to come and compete with us, why don't you go to the city to get ready, and don't disappoint the guests who come from afar."
The cultivator was still bowing his head and folded his arms. Although the national teacher's tone sounded calm and his face looked pleasant, the messenger didn't even dare to raise his head in front of him.
Everyone in the Liao Kingdom, even children who babbled, knew that in this dark country, the most terrifying thing was not the emperor, but the state teacher who held the monarch to gain power.
This person is moody and cruel, and what he does cannot be measured by reason and rules. Not to mention other people, even that young Liaojun in his hands is nothing but a puddle of mud that he can throw away whenever he wants.
I think back then, when the emperor ascended the throne, he once wanted to unite with his mother's clan to pull out this power grabber.
But what about the result
As a result, before the bureau was set up, all the fangs were pulled out by the national teacher, and all the officials involved were chopped into flesh. Your Majesty collapsed in despair, crying and running to look for his mother and concubine to rely on, but on that cold night, the national teacher came to Liaojun’s mother and concubine’s bedroom in person. He insulted the woman in front of the young gentleman, and then laughed wildly and headed her.
In the dim and extravagant bedroom, the national teacher lazily opened his shirt, exposing a large sturdy chest. He dipped the woman's blood and smeared Liaojun's face with a smile.
As for Liaojun, he shivered, and the first ray of emotion that erupted was not mother hatred, but fear.
"Don't kill me...don't kill me..."
The national teacher didn't smile, and couldn't hear his anger and anger: "Don't kill you? You are really a coward."
"Woooooo... State teacher... I beg you... I beg you..."
"But that's fine." The national teacher looked at the blood on his fingertips, and smiled lightly, "If you are as fierce as your mother, although it is exciting to play, staying by your side is a danger to raising tigers - you are a bit useless, It's pretty good."
At that time, there was a king and a minister, who was superior or inferior, and the blind people could see that there was even someone in the Liao country's gentry who had directly advised the national teacher to replace him, but the national teacher did not mean it.
"What's so interesting about being a lord. It's too tiring. It's better to be a national teacher. The position of a national teacher is tempting."
"What I want to do most in my life is to be a national teacher." The man smiled sweetly, "Don't force me to ascend to the throne, I'm very good, how can there be such a wolf ambition."
He doesn't have wolf ambitions, he is a vicious beast that sucks blood. But he is so fond of pretending to be kind, even if he looks up from the stomach of his prey, he can still show the sweetest smile with that bloody face.
Therefore, in this Kyushu Continent, everyone knows very well that the world of Liao Kingdom is not in the hands of the king, but belongs to that surly man.
The national teacher of Liao Kingdom is the real master of this dark country.
And at this moment, the messenger is serving this man, so the messenger is naturally very clear about the benefits - before him, this year, Liao Kingdom had already died thirty-two messenger monks, and some even died. I don't know what I said that made the national teacher unhappy and wanted to beheaded.
Or maybe the national teacher is not unhappy, he just wants to chop off the head and melon seeds.
"What are you still doing, why don't you go and let the guards at the city gate get ready." The national teacher smiled, "I can't handle this little thing well, do you want to disturb me playing the piano tonight?"
The messenger felt that his whole body was covered in white sweat, and hurriedly said: "Yes, yes! I, I'll go! I'll go!"
Ran away in a hurry.
The national teacher smiled and looked at the back of his hurried away, stood in the courtyard for a while, and turned back to the main hall.
This main hall is now a purgatory on earth. The body of the prefect of Chonghua Daze City, who committed suicide, has not been carried out. The prefect's wives, concubines, and six children hanged themselves, and their bodies were not released.
He walked through the hall leisurely, his slender fingertips brushed the corpse that was hanging floating, his expression relaxed as if he was blowing wind chimes.
The national teacher likes this kind of situation very much. It is precisely because he has this perverted habit, so even though he has been in the prefecture for two days, he has not let anyone come to clean up the body.
He walked all the way to the very end of the main hall, where there was a guqin that belonged to him. Under the bright lights, you can see that the qin is made of human skin as the face, hair as the strings, inlaid with nine eyes, and it is turning frantically.
He sat down beside the guqin, adjusted the strings a few times, then closed his eyes and stroked it again leisurely.
"There is a thatched cottage in the west of Wanli Bridge, and the water in Baihuatan is Canglang. The wind is full of emeralds and flowers, and the rain and red mushrooms are fragrant. The old book of the rich and the old is cut off, and the children of constant hunger are desolate. If you want to fill the gully, you can only let it go, and laugh at yourself. Crazy husbands are even more mad."
He rubbed his fingertips, and the song was long, leisurely, desolate, soft... And when he played a minor tune for coaxing a child into a dream, there was already a contention of magic from outside the distant city walls. bang.
After a long time, maybe an hour, maybe two.
There was only a loud bang, and it seemed that even the earth trembled—
A vague scream came from the distant city gate: "Open the barrier! Open the defensive barrier!"
"Dongcheng Gate tunes the guard monks!"
The cries of blood and fire splattered at the city gates, when they reached the prefect's mansion, had become fragmented and remnants, and were washed away by the sound of the nine-eyed qin like a mirror.
"At the end of the song, the national teacher finally raised his head and commanded lightly, "The siege movement is quite fast. Go out and ask, who are the commanders of Chonghua this time. "
The escort who was standing by the side led the order out. After a while, he ran back with the squatter and replied with his head bowed, "Report to the national teacher, the brothers who are guarding the city camp said that the commander sent from Chonghua this time. It's their Xi and Jun Moxi!"
The national teacher calmly said: "It's not surprising at all. The surnamed Mo is brave and good at fighting, but he can't compete with his senior brother. Now that Gu Mang has been sent back by us, it's not surprising that Chonghua sent him here. What about the deputy commander?"
"Murong Lian."
The national teacher smiled and said, "It's just a smoker."
"Yeah, there's another one."
"Oh?" The national teacher was very interested, "Who is it?"
"Murong Mengze."
The national teacher's fingers on the strings stopped, and then he scoffed: "Send a woman to be the deputy commander, is Chonghua dying, or is their monarch planning to let his sister and Mo Xi climb more Climbing friendship? Murong Mengze... A Yao Xiu with a sluggish spiritual core has come to be the deputy commander-how much does Chonghua give her to lead."
"fifty thousand."
The national teacher giggled and said, "Fifty thousand? Even if Murong Mengze has a strategy, but she is so weak, she is not afraid of dragging others down. This girl is so thick-skinned."
"What the national teacher said is very true."
"That's right." The national teacher paused for a moment, then suddenly asked, "How is Gu Mang? I heard that his relationship with Mo Xi is getting better and better, and Mo Xi also brought him back to his house as a servant. This time Has he come to fight?"
"Reporting to the national teacher. Gu Shuai—" Suihu knew that he had made a mistake, and hurriedly changed his words, "The subordinate made a mistake, it was Gu and Gu Mang—"
The national teacher smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, he has also worked for me for five years. I don't have so many rules and regulations of Chonghua. If you want to continue to call him Gu Shuai, there is nothing wrong."
That said, it's true, but how dare you call Gu Mang handsome again
The retinue immediately said: "National teacher Haihan, according to the information obtained by the Daliao Military Agency the day before yesterday, Gu Mang was sent by King Chonghua to be a trial body of the Black Demon Trial, and when he came out, his life was dying, unless With the help of Immortal Daluo, even if he is soaked in Tianxiang Life Extension Dew, it is impossible for him to recover to the point where he can follow the front line in such a short period of time."
When the national teacher heard the words, he did not offer any leniency. He narrowed his eyes, and there was some kind of incomprehensible light in his eyes: "Who said that there is no Daluo immortal in Chonghua? Isn't Jiang Fuli a living dead man? A saint of human flesh and bones?"
There was some sneer in the words.
The escort hurriedly said: "The spy who was following Jiang Fuli said that Jiang Fuli went out for a wander again, and was not in the capital of Chonghua."
"He's very good at lightness, and he's always been a ghost. If you don't want to be discovered by you, no matter how hard you stare at him, he can always take advantage of him." The national teacher said, "Among this enemy army, Murong Lian and Murong Mengze are both. Don't be too concerned, just keep an eye on Mo Xi. Also... If anyone suspects Gu Mang, come and report to me."
"Yes!"
The national teacher flicked his sleeves: "Go, let them guard the city. I have to retreat for three days. After three days, I will personally deal with these descendants."
The entourage respectfully responded, and quickly bowed and stepped back.
The national teacher's fingertips rested on the strings again, lightly moved a few times, and then plucked the long piano sound.
"Hou Lu's old family book is cut off, and the starving and childish look desolate. If you want to fill the ravine, you can only let it go, and laugh at yourself.
The night was deeper, and the roar of slaughter and explosions in the distance was so clearly audible.
Outside the city wall, Chonghua and the monks of the Liao Kingdom were fighting in a stalemate, and gradually the blood flowed into a river, and the sound of the national teacher's piano in the prefect's mansion deep in the city never stopped.
When the hook of Wu was hanging high, the hoarfrost fell, and an oil lamp in the prefect's mansion was burning to the extreme, it burst into a string of fireworks and went out abruptly.
The prefect's mansion, with so many dead people hanging there, looks even more ghostly, and the light is dim, but it is precisely because of this sudden dim light that you can see behind the curtain—behind the gauze curtain that is ten feet away from the national teacher. It turned out that there had always been an indistinct ball of light fluttering in the air.
It's just that the ball of light was too faint, and it was inconspicuous before. It hid in the corner and floated calmly, so weak that it seemed to disperse at any time.
The national teacher raised his eyes, his eyes projected from behind the golden cover, and fell on the shadowy ball of light.
He buckled his teeth and said to it in a low voice: "...Jingchen, look. I've been coaxing you for so long, don't you want to wake up?"
The group of light that he called "pure dust" flickered sluggishly, and slowly, darkened again...
The national teacher narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a low voice: "There must be a limit to willfulness, recover early, and then go back with me. If you fall into the hands of Zhonghua, then their group of hypocrites will not be like me. I understand you so well."
"You never want to be sealed again. Do you?"
"Good, recover..."