The sun was still hot, and the afternoon was about to pass, and a hot wind was blowing over the field. Along the post road, Tie Tianying rode his horses galloping, and from a distance, occasionally saw the same speeding figure, crossing the mountains and ridges, and some of them were still far away on the slopes. After leaving the capital, after passing Zhuxian Town and heading southwest, the field of vision has become desolate, but a different kind of liveliness has quietly struck.
Because of such a big event as the assassination of Qin Siyuan, immortals from all walks of life came.
Tie Tianying didn't believe that the people from the Green Forest who came running around were all FITs, and more than half of them must have their purpose. This rightist made too many enemies at the beginning. When he was in power, he might have friends and enemies. After the fall, if there are no more friends, they are all enemies.
The Green Forest man who came to kill him was to make a name for himself, and the forces behind all parties were either for revenge, or to annihilate black materials, or to keep an eye on possible black materials so that they would not fall into the hands of others, or else, in order to make Qin Siyuan generals. When he goes, he will do a bottom-up on his hidden power, so that he doesn't have anything left behind... All these reasons may appear.
It's just that no matter what the reasons are in the overall situation, the chief arresters would never want to see Qin Siyuan killed in the capital. Even if the entire court secretly applauds after his death, there are still some people who want to be punished. of.
While running like this, it was convenient for a few people from the green forest to rely on their horses to chase after them one after another. When they passed by the crowd, some people who knew each other even said hello to Tie Tianying, and then excitedly greeted him. Gradually move away from the south. Tie Tianying gritted his teeth and swung his whip more frequently, speeding up his pursuit, watching the retreating backs and scolding: "Damn, I don't know whether to live or die..."
Ahead, he hadn't caught up with Ning Yi and the others.
A little further south, next to the small post station beside the post road, dozens of galloping horses were circling, and several bloody corpses were scattered around. Ning Yi restrained the galloping horses and looked at the corpses. Chen Tuozi and other veterans jumped off their horses to check. Someone jumped on the roof, looked around, and pointed in one direction from a distance.
Sunshine came. no longer shining...
In a grassy field on the field, the crowd was running and fighting, blood dripping dripping. The one-eyed general slashed and slashed with a knife in both hands. His body was stained with his own blood and the enemy's minced flesh, and he looked like a tiger coming out of the gate. Around him, six or seven people, headed by the personal soldier Xu Xiaohu, resisted the assassination all the way and fled here.
The two escorted yamen had already been left behind, and the assassins attacked. This was a real life-threatening attack, not just a petty fight by ordinary gangsters. Qin Shaoqian fled all the way, trying to find Qin Siyuan in front of him. assassin. Still chasing along the grass.
"Come on!"
"Where to go?" A voice came from afar, and in the vision from the east, a bald monk was running fast. Before the person arrived, the sound waves that came from already showed the high cultivation level of the other party. The figure broke through the grass sea, like smashing through the waves, and quickly shortened the distance, and the valet behind him was even far away. Xu Xiaohu next to Qin Shaoqian is also from Baidao martial arts. He can see at a glance that the other party is powerful, and shouts: "Quick!"
A group of people are also flying to the southwest. In front of the field of vision, another group of people appeared, and they were coming towards this side in a hurry. The monks in the back ran quickly and arrived in an instant. With a wave of his hand, he put aside an assassin who was standing in front of him and didn't know whether to shoot or not, and attacked the rear of Qin Shaoqian and the others.
The last soldier shouted loudly and slashed with all his strength with a steel knife. This is the sword technique on the battle formation, putting life and death out of the equation, the sword light is cut out, and it is inexorable. However, the monk was really too powerful. He confronted him and slashed the soldier's steel knife inch by inch. The soldier vomited blood, and the body and the long knife fragments flew in the air.
"Hahahaha!" I heard him laugh out loud from the back, "The poor monk swallows clouds! Only take the lives of the traitor's family! Those who are wise, get out of the way!"
The distance is approaching!
Qin Shaoqian and others ran all the way, not only escaping the pursuit, but also looking for the whereabouts of their father. Since he knew the seriousness of this siege, he understood that within a radius of more than ten miles at this time, there may be enemies everywhere. When they rushed forward, they saw the figure in front of them approaching, so they turned a little bit. But that group of people were either on horseback or on foot, and they were still approaching in a blink of an eye.
Qin Shaoqian held the knife in both hands, and roared suddenly from his mouth. In the blink of an eye, the silhouettes of people intersected, and there was a woman's voice in the air: "Hmm. Swallowing the cloud?" The monk was also shouting: "Go away!" The knife whirled silently, soaking in the air.
Mandarin Duck Knife!
The woman fell into the grass, and the double knives were like flowing water, like a vortex, and even pressed a circular area in the long grass. Monk Tunyun staggered abruptly, and the huge iron sleeve smashed, but the opponent's knife light was almost touching his sleeve. During this meeting, both sides handed a move, but they didn't touch each other at all. Monk Tun Yun was about to find out the identity of this young woman from his memory. A young man did not know when he appeared. He was walking from the front. The young man's eyes were calm and calm, and he said, "Hello. ."
The punch is coming!
It was an extremely simple fist, sloping upwards from the bottom and rushing towards his face. There was no sound of wind breaking, but it seemed that the air had been pressed on the front of the fist. Monk Tun Yun was startled, and a pair of iron sleeves smashed to block it.
The giant force came, and with an extremely dull sound, Tun Yun took advantage of the situation to escape, and the figure swayed two feet away before it stopped. At the same time, the assassins from the unknown company in the rear had already lowered their bodies and caught up. Someone jumped out of the grass!
In front, riding on horseback, a one-armed middle-aged man with a bucket hat pulled out the long knife behind his back, and the long knife was drawn in the air, red as blood. The middle-aged man drew his knife up and slashed down like running water. The assassin who pounced on him seemed to be heading towards the edge of the blade. With a puff, his body was chopped into two pieces and rolled down in the grass, filled with blood.
There were also a few people around who drew their knives, and there were a few simple sounds of ding and bang. Only the woman who made the double knives sprinted into a circle, and the blade moved like a painting, drawing countless blood lines in the air. The assassin who rushed into her alert range, turned around, and didn't know how many knives he had been hacked, and fell into the grass, blood stained all over the place.
In a blink of an eye, six assassins were killed, three were wounded, and the rest all avoided the surroundings.
Tunyun's eyes swept across this group of people, and the thoughts in his mind have gradually become clear. In the middle of the team is a girl with a body like a girl. Wearing a veil cloak, wearing a floral skirt, and a long box behind him, it is clearly the Naha knife Liu Xiaobiao. The one with the broken arm next to him is the towering sword Du Sha, and the woman who left behind is the mandarin duck sword Ji Qian'er, who just threw the punch, isn't it Chen Fan, who is rumored to have killed Sikong Nan
Remains of the Holy Communion…
In the previous battle to kill Fang Qifo, Monk Tun Yun had already met them. This time in Beijing. Tunyun also knows that dragons and snakes are mixed here, and the world's masters have gathered, but he really did not expect that this group of evil stars also came? How dare they come
But now that he has come, it is not a matter of why he dares to come. While thinking about it, the girl in the floral dress opposite has also recognized him, she tilted her head slightly, and then patted the box behind!
The sword is unsheathed!
The girl grabbed the giant blade and jumped off the horse, dragged her body and turned to rush towards this side. Monk Swallowing Cloud's footsteps had already begun to retreat. The girl turned around in a circle, her footsteps were getting faster and faster, and it was another circle. Monk Tunyun turned around and ran, the wind of the sword roared behind him and attacked fiercely.
The giant blade was thrown directly by the girl, and the blade whistled and swirled, sticking to the tip of the grass and going straight to Tunyun. Monk Tunyun was also very light, and the more he ran, the faster he flew out into the air. The long knife swept under him, turned a few circles and slammed into the ground, and Monk Swallowing Cloud fell down and ran quickly.
Throwing it as a hidden weapon. Even the carriage on the front will be smashed to pieces, and no masters would dare to pick it up indiscriminately. If the tyrant sword could be pulled and taken away after it fell, it might be able to kill the opponent's face, but how could Tunyun dare to carry the sword away now. He ran towards the front, and over there, a group of younger brothers were rushing over:
"Cloud Swallowing Boss"
"Let's go!" Monk Tun Yun passed by them like the wind. The group quickly turned around and followed. Further ahead, someone shouted, "Which hero on the top of the mountain?" The one who said this was actually a group of hunters from Beijing, about twenty or thirty cavalry. Tun Yun shouted: "Rebel! There are rebels over there!"
The chief catcher Fan Zhong, who was rushing in front, was confused. Seeing the group of people running past, they also ran there. As the distance got closer, in front, a woman pulled out the tyrant knife on the ground and carried it on her shoulders, stunned for a moment. Then the eyes of the woman behind the hat suddenly narrowed into a dangerous line.
Fan Zhong was also stunned for a moment. He drew his sword with his backhand and knocked with both legs: "Drive! Give it to me!" In the realm of the capital, he encountered a tyrannical thief! This is a real big fish! When he said the words in his head, he almost didn't think about it, and the fast catchers in the rear also subconsciously accelerated, but just after the blink of an eye, Fan Zhong had already tilted his horse's head with all his might: "Let's go! Don't fight! Go!"
On the opposite side, the cavalry team headed by Du Sha and others also rushed over.
The tyrants Liu Xigua, Chen Fan, and a large group of remnants of the Sheng Gong clan suddenly appeared here, even if it was the boundary of the capital, 30 people would feed them head-on, and there would be no scum left at all!
While running away, he took out the firework arrow from his arms and pulled the plug.
A cloud of fireworks flew into the sky with a sound and exploded.
…
Blood-stained hills.
With a bang, a body was smashed onto the boulder, blood flowed, and it was shattered to the point of losing its human form. Around, a piece of corpses.
The huge monk stood in this sea of blood.
Zhuji's guards have all fallen down, and most of them have died forever. When they opened their eyes, they were only dying. Several young children of the Qin family had also fallen, some died, and some had broken hands and feet, struggling to kill, all of which were casually beaten by Lin Zongwu when they rushed up. Among the injured children of the Qin family, the only person who did not have sex was Qin Shaoyu. He originally had a good relationship with Gao Muen, but was convinced by Qin Siyuan and followed Ning Yi in Beijing for a while. When the Jurchen attacked the city, he was there. The Right Prime Minister's Mansion helped to run and do things, and he was already a very good messenger and dispatcher.
He used to admire Ning Yi very much. With a broken leg, blood at the mouth, and a face like paper, he is still trying to climb towards Lin Zongwu.
Tian Donghan was still alive. He was wriggling and struggling on the ground. He took the long knife and stretched it out towards Lin Zongwu. Not far ahead, two old people and a middle-aged woman had already got off the carriage. The old man sat on a stone and looked over quietly, his wife and concubine were standing on the side.
The middle-aged man named Ji Kun grabbed the long knife on the ground and walked towards Lin Zongwu. He is the main steward of the Qin Mansion, responsible for a lot of dirty work, and his face is cold, but in fact, he does not know martial arts, just a pure ordinary person.
"You and the others are all people of status, and I don't want to kill them all..."
Ji Kun slashed his head with a knife. Lin Zongwu didn't blink, the knife couldn't get in. The next moment, with a wave of his robe sleeve, the long knife turned into pieces and flew into the sky.
"This seat..."
Ji Kun's expression did not change. He picked up another knife and slashed at the top of his head. Lin Zongwu held his own identity and had already let go of a knife. At this time, his eyes were full of anger, and he waved his hand violently. Ji Kun flew out like a cannonball, his head slammed against the stone. His body fell to the ground and died.
Qin Siyuan looked at Ji Kun's corpse, a trace of sorrow flashed in his eyes, but his expression did not change.
Lin Zongwu stomped to death Tian Donghan who was crawling beside him again and walked towards Qin Siyuan.
sunset.
"The traitor, do you know this seat!"
"Your name is Lin Zongwu." The old man's eyes turned to one side, and he heard that he actually knew him. Although it might be for his life, Lin Zongwu was also very happy. Then I heard the old man say, "Just a little guy."
Lin Zongwu frowned, his eyes calm as water: "Oh."
"This old man has spent his whole life running for the country, and I have done many things for the common people." Qin Siyuan said slowly, but he didn't say much. He just sneered and glanced at Lin Zongwu, "Lvlin character. The old man didn't bother to pay attention. But Li Heng was very interested. The person he admired the most was Zhou Tong. The old man had heard his name. He died for the assassination of Wanyan Zonghan. He was a hero. Unfortunately, when he was still alive, the old man never see him."
"Hmph, Zhou Tong. It's a pity that I didn't have time to fight him..."
"You are a villain, how can you compare to the other party in case. Zhou Tong served the country and the people all his life, and he was still assassinating the enemy chieftain until his death. And you, a lackey, how dare you appear in front of this old man when he is in power. At that time, it was only with a bit of strength that he came to grit his teeth."
The wind has stopped, the sunset is becoming magnificent, Lin Zongwu's expression has not changed, it seems that he is not even angry, after a while, he only has a faint smile.
"It seems that you are begging to die."
The strength in his hands is already accumulating, and as long as the other party asks for death again, he will go over and shoot the other party to death. Now that he is the leader of the Great Bright Sect, even if the other party's previous status is high, he will not be insulted and show mercy.
The old man's eyes only had a hint of pain when he glanced at the corpse on the ground, and he looked at the sun in the west. What a splendid sun shines upon this field and country, this splendid field and country!
There were voices below, horseshoes galloped in the distance, and unknown fireworks were put into the sky. This is the land where countless living beings move. He still remembers many years ago, when he first realized the feelings of this crowd when he was magnificent. direction to go. He has done a lot of things, he has gained love, he has gained a woman who has been together for a long time, he has gained family and fame, he has tried to cheer up the country and try to save the country...
Ah, after so many years, he's already grey-haired...
As always, he felt tears in his eyes every time he thought about it.
In the last warm sunshine, he held the hands of the two behind him, tilted his head, and smiled.
"How could the old man die in your hands..."
he said.
Soon after, Lin Zongwu went crazy on the hill.
…
Horses galloped.
Not many people can be seen around, but various contact methods, fireworks make arrows fly into the sky, and occasional traces of firefights mean that this field has become very lively.
Tie Tianying stopped at the edge of the hill, and when he looked up, the vague figure of Ning Yi was standing in the red.
The setting sun shines from there.
…
On the field, a large number of people converged.
The masters of the Great Light Sect have also gathered.
Some people from the Green Forest were moving around, and Chen Qinghe had also arrived nearby. Someone recognized the Daguang Cult Master, stepped forward, and asked, "Lin Cult Master, do you still remember where you are? How is your side?"
"Brother Kwong Xian." Lin Zongwu cupped his hands without pretension, and then said loudly, "The traitor has been executed!"
Everyone shouted and roared. Chen Qinghe was shocked. He knew that Lin Zongwu was building momentum for the Daguang Sect to enter Beijing, but there was no way. It will infiltrate the capital from the bottom, and then gradually become fair and above in many ways.
Not far away, Monk Tun Yun hid in the crowd. He secretly said that he was unlucky, and then he thought, should we provoke this Lin Zongwu and tell him the news of the saint's return to Beijing. Let them have another fight.
On the hills to the north, a troop of horses rushed up.
"Lin Yechan!" A voice that was not angry was shouting, it was Ning Yi.
Lin Zongwu turned around and looked at the Zhuji people on the hill with a smile, and then he stepped forward.
Bamboo remembers only a few dozen people. Even if a helper comes, at most one hundred or two hundred. This time, the masters of his Great Light Cult have also come, such as the Crazy Tiger King Nanda, Kuaijian Lu Bingyuan, Monkey King Li Ruoque... There are also many first-class masters, plus the familiar green forest heroes, hundreds of people. line-up. If necessary, it can also be mobilized continuously.
It's a pity that my sister can't see this scene...
When Qin Siyuan was there, the forces of the Great Light Sect could not enter the capital at all, between him and Ning Yi. There are big beams, and this time, it is finally time for reckoning.
He moved towards Ning Yi and walked forward.
There was the sound of hooves again. Then a group of people rushed out from the side, led by Tie Tianying to arrest Kuai, he glanced at the situation and ran towards Chen Qinghe and others.
Lin Zongwu's footsteps did not stop, and others slowly came up, including Chen Jianyu and other green forest warriors, who followed nearby. Realizing the demeanor of this rumored to be the number one martial artist in the world, Lin Zongwu frowned when he slightly narrowed the distance.
There are also many people's brows wrinkled one after another.
On the other side of the hill, the shaking did not stop.
When the distance between the two sides narrowed to more than twenty feet. The person in front finally stopped, Lin Zongwu confronted Ning Yi on the hill, and he looked at Ning Yi's pale expression, which was his favorite thing. But there were still doubts circling in his heart, and for a moment, there were still people lying down in the formation, listening to the ground. Many looked puzzled.
Everything is too late.
With the hill as the limit, the figure of the first warhorse leaped out, and the galloping horse team was like a shadow covering the sky, and the roar broke the ground. The iron-hoofed waves extended to the left and right, overwhelming the sky.
"Walk"
Lin Zongwu roared like thunder.
Over there, monk Tun Yun, who was eating jerky for a long time, threw the thing in his hand: "Fuck it"
He turned and ran.
Hundreds of people turned and ran.
Not far away, there seemed to be people rushing over following the signal.
The iron cavalry swept across and directly approached the rear of the crowd. Lu Bingyuan, a master of the Great Light Sect, turned around, swung his sword and swept away, two spears broke through his direction, pierced his back from his chest, and picked him up high, before he was torn apart. Before it was shattered, he was pushed by the galloping horse and flew a certain distance in the air, swinging his sword.
Lin Zongwu pushed the two subordinates forward, he turned around suddenly, punched a punch, and punched a rushing warhorse to the ground. This was really a thunderous momentum. The people who glanced at it didn't have time to applaud. Later, the cavalry long swords that came running slashed down. In a blink of an eye, one handle, two handles, three handles and four handles... Lin Zongwu's huge body flew out like a giant bear, and he rolled on the ground and crossed his arms. step, and then continue to run away with a bang.
The people in the back who were running too slowly and who didn't have time to mount their horses had already been submerged in by the sea of iron hooves. On the field, ghosts and wolves wailed, and the flesh and blood blankets spread out.
On the hill over there, the setting sun was like fire, Ning Yi immediately raised his head, and there was still another scene on the mountain in his eyes.
When the enemy came, the old man and his two wives chewed the pills in their mouths. There were three people with white hair snuggling together, even Lin Zongwu, who was mad, didn't dare to destroy it in the end.
Qin Siyuan, the first-generation prime minister who organized the Northern Expedition, organized the anti-gold, organized the protection of Bianliang, and was notorious for his back, was sentenced to exile on the sixth day of the fifth month. On the evening of the ninth day of the fifth lunar month, he bid farewell to this world forever, only a few dozen miles outside the city of Bianliang. Since he started his career when he was young, in the end, his soul could not truly leave this place where his soul was bound. The city of dreams.
For a long time after his death, those who participated in his killing were called "righteous" by most people. (.)
ps: This chapter is six thousand words.