The sun was still very hot. The afternoon was about to end, and a hot wind was blowing across the plains. Tie Tianying rode his horse along the post road. From afar, he could occasionally see figures galloping through the mountains. Some were even looking into the distance from the slopes. After leaving the capital and passing Zhuxian Town to the southwest, his field of vision had become desolate, but a different kind of liveliness had quietly arrived.
Because of the big event like the assassination of Qin Siyuan, all kinds of deities had come.
Tie Tianying did not believe that all of the people from the Green Forest who came from all directions were individual visitors. More than half of them must have come with a purpose. The Right Prime Minister had made too many enemies. When he was in power, he had half of his friends and half of his enemies. After he fell, he no longer had any friends, and they were all enemies.
The Woodland people who had come to kill him did so to make a name for themselves. The forces behind the various factions might have done so for revenge, to destroy the blackmail material, to keep an eye on the blackmail material so that it would not fall into the hands of others, or to uncover Qin Siyuan's hidden strength before he passed away, so that he would not have any more tricks up his sleeves … All of these reasons could have appeared.
But no matter what the reason was, the chief arresters did not want to see Qin Siyuan killed in the territory of the capital. Even if the whole court would secretly applaud his death, there would still be some people who would be punished on the surface.
As they galloped, a few people from the Green Forest who were riding good horses chased after them. When they passed by the constables, some of them who knew Tie Tianying cupped their hands and greeted him. Then, they excitedly ran away to the south. Tie Tianying clenched his teeth and waved his whip even more frequently. He sped up as he looked at the backs of the people that were getting further away and cursed, "Motherf * cker, they don't know what's good for them …"
In front of him, he still had not caught up to Ning Yi and the others.
Further south, beside a small post road, dozens of horses were circling around. Several bloody corpses were scattered around. Ning Yi reined in his horse to look at the corpses. Hunchback Chen and the other jianghu veterans jumped off their horses to check. Someone jumped onto the roof and looked around, then pointed in a direction from afar.
The sunlight was no longer dazzling …
In a patch of grass in the wilderness, a group of people were fighting and killing each other, blood dripping down. The one-eyed general brandished his saber with both hands. His body was stained with his own blood and the enemy's flesh, making him look like a ferocious tiger that had just been released from its cage. Around him were six or seven people led by Xu Xiaohu, who had resisted the assassination attempts along the way and fled to this place.
The two yamen runners who were escorting Qin Shaoqian had already been left behind. The assassins were attacking with their lives, and this was not a small fight between ordinary bandits. Qin Shaoqian ran all the way, trying to find Qin Siyuan in front of him. More than a dozen assassins who came out of nowhere were still chasing him along the grass.
"Let's go!"
"Where do you think you're going?" A voice came from afar. From the east, a bald monk was running at full speed. Before the person arrived, the sound waves that came from the other party had already revealed his high cultivation level. The figure broke through the sea of grass as if he was cleaving through the waves, quickly closing the distance between them. Behind him, his followers were still far away. Xu Xiaohu, who was by Qin Shaoqian's side, was also from the orthodox martial arts world. He could tell at a glance that the other party was powerful. He shouted, "Quick!"
A group of people were also rushing southwest. In front of them, another group of people appeared, and they were unhurriedly making their way over. The monk at the back was fast and arrived in the blink of an eye. With a wave of his hand, he tossed aside an assassin who was blocking his way, unsure whether he should attack or not, and attacked the back of Qin Shaoqian's group.
The last bodyguard suddenly shouted and slashed with all his strength with his saber. This was a saber technique used on the battlefield, disregarding life and death. The saber light shot out with indomitable will, but the monk was truly too powerful. In a head-on clash, the soldier's saber was broken inch by inch. The soldier spat out a mouthful of blood, his body and the broken pieces of his saber flying in the air. The monk had already caught up to them.
"Hahahaha!" He could be heard laughing from behind. "This poor monk is Swallowing Cloud! I'll only take the lives of the traitorous minister's family! If you know what's good for you, get lost! "
The distance closed in!
Qin Shaoqian's group was running all the way. Not only were they escaping from their pursuers, they were also searching for his father's whereabouts. Ever since he realized the severity of this ambush, he understood that they could run into enemies everywhere within a radius of more than ten li. As they ran forward, they saw the figures coming from the side, so they slightly changed their direction. But the group of people, whether on horseback or on foot, still closed in in the blink of an eye.
Qin Shaoqian held his saber with both hands and suddenly let out a furious roar. In the blink of an eye, the figures intersected, and a woman's voice rang out in the air. The monk also shouted, "Get lost!" The woman's figure flipped in the air like a young swallow. Her sabers spun soundlessly, soaking through the air.
— Mandarin Duck Saber!
The woman landed in the grass, her sabers moving like flowing water, like a whirlpool, even pressing out a circular area in the long grass. Swallowing Cloud abruptly dodged and swung his huge sleeves, but the opponent's saber light almost brushed past his sleeves. In this exchange, both sides had exchanged a move, but neither had touched the other. Just as Swallowing Cloud was about to search his memories for the identity of this young woman, a young man appeared out of nowhere and walked over from the front. The young man's gaze was steady and calm as he said, "Hey."
The wind from the fist came attacking!
It was an extremely simple punch, slanting upwards from the bottom towards his face. There was no sound of wind breaking, but it seemed as if the air had been compressed by the tip of the fist. Swallowing Cloud was alarmed, and fiercely swung his sleeves to block it.
Bang —
A huge force surged forth, and an incomparably dull sound rang out. Swallowing Cloud borrowed the momentum to escape, his figure flickering twenty zhang away before stopping. At the same time, the assassin from behind had already crouched down and caught up. Someone leaped out of the grass!
In front of him, a one-armed middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat and riding on horseback pulled out the long saber on his back. The long saber whipped through the air, dark red like blood. The middle-aged man drew his saber upwards and slashed downwards like flowing water. The assassin who had pounced at him seemed to have run into the edge of the blade. With a puff, his body was actually split in two, and the air was filled with the stench of blood.
The assassin who had charged into her range of vigilance spun around, and it was unknown how many times he had been slashed. He fell into the grass, and his blood dyed the ground red.
In the blink of an eye, six assassins had been killed, three were injured, and the rest had all retreated to the surroundings.
Swallowing Cloud's gaze swept across this group of people, and the thoughts in his mind gradually became clear. In the middle of this group was a person with the figure of a young girl, wearing a veil and a cloak, a floral dress, and a long box on his back. It was obviously Overlord Saber Liu Xiaobiao. The one with the severed arm next to him was Towering Saber Du Sha, and the woman who had fallen down was Mandarin Duck Saber Ji Qianer. The person who had thrown that simple punch just now was Chen Fan, who was rumored to have killed Sikong Nan.
The remnants of the Sage Duke …
Swallowing Cloud Monk had already met them in the battle to hunt down the Seven Buddhas of Fang. This time, Swallowing Cloud also knew that this place was a mix of good and bad people. All the experts in the world had already gathered here, but he really did not expect that this group of fiends would also come. Why would they dare to come?
But since they were already here, it was not the time to worry about why they dared to come. In the blink of an eye, the young girl in the floral dress had already recognized him. She tilted her head slightly, and then patted the box behind her!
The Overlord Saber was unsheathed!
The young girl grabbed the giant saber and leaped off the horse. She turned around and rushed over, dragging the saber behind her. Swallowing Cloud had already started to retreat. The young girl's figure turned in a circle, and her footsteps became faster and faster. Swallowing Cloud turned around and ran. The saber wind behind him whistled and attacked fiercely.
The young girl directly threw the giant saber. The saber wind whistled and spun as it went straight for Swallowing Cloud, sticking close to the tip of the grass. Swallowing Cloud's Light-body Technique was also excellent. The more he ran, the faster he became. His figure flipped in the air, and the long saber swept past him. It spun a few times before stabbing into the ground with a bang. Swallowing Cloud landed on the ground and ran as fast as he could.
With the Tyrant Saber thrown as a hidden weapon, even a carriage would be smashed to pieces. No expert would dare to catch it recklessly. If he could pull the Tyrant Saber away after it landed, he might be able to embarrass the other party a little. But Swallowing Cloud did not dare to carry the saber and leave. He ran forward, and over there, a group of lackeys were rushing over.
"Boss Swallowing Cloud —"
"Let's go —" Swallowing Cloud swept past them like a gust of wind. This group of people quickly turned around and followed him. Further ahead, someone shouted, "Which mountain's hero —" The person who said this was a group of constables from the capital. There were about twenty to thirty of them. Swallowing Cloud shouted, "Traitors! There are traitors over there! "
Chief Constable Fan Zhong, who was charging at the front, was confused. Seeing this group of people running past him, he also ran in that direction. As the distance between them shortened, a woman in front pulled out the Tyrant Saber from the ground and carried it on her shoulder. She was slightly stunned. Then, the eyes of the woman behind the bamboo hat instantly narrowed into a dangerous line.
Fan Zhong was also stunned. He pulled out his sword with a backhand and kicked with both legs. "Go! Go — "He actually encountered the traitor Tyrant Saber in the territory of the capital! This was a really big fish! When he spoke in his mind, he did not even think about it. The constables behind him also instinctively sped up. But in the blink of an eye, Fan Zhong had already forcefully reined in his horse's head. "Let's go! Don't continue fighting! Let's go! "
On the opposite side, the cavalry led by Du Sha and the others also rushed over.
Tyrant Saber Liu Watermelon, Chen Fan, and a large group of Saint Duke's remnants suddenly appeared here. Even if this was the territory of the capital, thirty constables would not be able to leave a single scrap of them if they were to face them head-on!
As he ran, he took out the fireworks token from his pocket and pulled out the plug.
A firework flew into the sky with a loud noise and exploded.
…
The hill was stained with blood.
With a bang, a body was thrown onto a huge rock. Blood flowed, and the body was so broken that it no longer had a human shape. In the surroundings, there was a sea of corpses.
The huge monk stood in this sea of blood.
All of Takeshi's guards had already fallen. Most of them had already died forever. Those who opened their eyes were only on the verge of death. A few of the young members of the Qin family had also fallen. Some were dead, and a few had their limbs broken. They were struggling bitterly. These were all casually hit by Lin Zongwu when they rushed over. Among the injured members of the Qin family, the only one who did not die was called Qin Shaoyu. Originally, he had a good relationship with Gao Muen. Later on, he was subdued by Qin Siyuan and followed Ning Yi in the capital for a period of time. When the Jurchens attacked the city, he helped out in the Right Minister's Residence and was already a very outstanding messenger and dispatcher.
He had once worshiped Ning Yi very much. One of his legs was broken, and he was vomiting blood. His face was as pale as paper, but he was still trying his best to crawl towards Lin Zongwu.
Tian Donghan was still alive. He was wriggling and struggling on the ground. He held up a long saber and tried his best to stretch it towards Lin Zongwu. Not far ahead, two old men and a middle-aged woman had already gotten off the carriage. The old man sat on a rock and looked over quietly. His wife and concubine each stood on one side.
The middle-aged man named Ji Kun picked up the long saber on the ground and walked towards Lin Zongwu. He was the main steward of the Qin family and was responsible for many dirty jobs. He looked cold, but in fact, he did not know martial arts. He was just an ordinary person.
"You are all people of status. I don't want to kill you all …"
Ji Kun's saber slashed at Lin Zongwu's head. Lin Zongwu did not even blink. The next moment, he waved his sleeve, and the long saber turned into fragments and flew into the sky.
"I …"
Ji Kun's expression did not change. He picked up another saber and slashed at Qin Haodong's head again. Lin Zongwu had already avoided the saber because of his status. At this time, anger bloomed in his eyes. He suddenly waved his hand, and Ji Kun's body flew out like a cannonball. His head banged on the stone. His body fell to the ground and died.
Qin Siyuan looked at Ji Kun's body with a trace of sorrow in his eyes, but his expression did not change.
Lin Zongwu then suddenly trampled Tian Donghan, who was crawling beside him, to death, and walked towards Qin Siyuan.
The sun was setting.
"Evil man, do you know me?"
"Your name is Lin Zongwu." The old man looked to one side. Hearing that Qin Haodong knew him, Lin Zongwu was also very happy. Then he heard the old man say, "Just a villain."
Lin Zongwu frowned, and his eyes were as calm as water. "Oh."
"I have been running around for my country all my life. I have done many things for the common people." Qin Siyuan said slowly, but he did not say too much. He just glanced at Lin Zongwu with a sneer on his face. "I don't care about people from the underworld, no matter how good their martial arts are. But Liheng is very interested. The person he admired the most was called Zhou Dong. I have heard of his name. He died to assassinate Wanyan Zonghan. He was a hero. Unfortunately, I did not see him when he was still alive. "
"Humph, Zhou Dong is a fool. It is a pity that I did not have time to fight with him …"
"You are a villain. How can you compare to him? Zhou Dong spent his life for the country and the people, and until his death, he still assassinated the enemy leader. And you, a lackey. When I was in power, how dare you appear in front of me? At this time, with a little bit of strength, you just came to show your teeth. "
The wind had stopped, and the setting sun was becoming magnificent. Lin Zongwu's expression did not change. It seemed that he was not even angry. After a moment, he only had a faint smile.
"It seems that you are asking for death."
The Supreme Force was already accumulating in his hands. As long as the other party said that he was asking for death again, he would go over and slap him to death. Now, he was already the leader of the Great Radiant Sect. No matter how high the other party's status had been in the past, he would not be humiliated by others and show mercy.
The old man's gaze only flickered slightly when he glanced at the corpse on the ground. He looked toward the sunlight in the west. What a splendid sunlight, shining upon the wilderness and the country, the splendid wilderness and the country!
There were voices below, the sound of horses galloping in the distance, and unknown fireworks were released into the sky. This was a land where countless living beings lived. He still remembered the feelings he had when he first realized the magnificence of this crowd many years ago. He looked at the rules, the great path of the world, and the direction that many people should head to. He had done many things. He had gained love, gained a woman who he would stay with for a long time, gained a family, gained fame, tried to lift up this country, tried to save this country …
Ah, so many years had passed, and his hair had already turned white …
As always, every time he recalled these things, he would feel hot tears welling up in his eyes.
In the last warm sunlight, he held the hands of the two people behind him, tilted his head, and smiled.
"How could I die in your hands …"
He said.
Not long after, Lin Zongwu went crazy on the hill.
…
The group of horses galloped over.
There were not many people in the surroundings, but there were all sorts of communication methods, fireworks, and arrows flying into the sky. Occasionally, there would be traces of gunfights. This meant that this wilderness had become very lively.
Tie Tianying stopped at the side of the hill. When he looked up, he could vaguely see Ning Yi's figure standing in that stretch of red.
The setting sun shone over from there.
…
A large number of people had gathered on the wilderness.
The experts of the Great Radiant Sect had also gathered.
Some people from the underground were moving around in the surroundings. Chen Qinghe had also arrived nearby. Someone recognized the Great Radiant Sect's leader and walked up, cupping his hands as he asked, "Sect Leader Lin, do you still remember me? How are things on your side? "
"Brother Kuang." Lin Zongwu cupped his hands without putting on any airs, and then said loudly, "The traitor has been executed!"
The crowd let out a series of shouts and roars. Chen Qinghe was shocked. He knew that Lin Zongwu was building up momentum for the Great Radiant Sect to enter the capital, but there was no other way. Even if the higher-ups were to condemn them in the future, with their background, the Great Radiant Sect would still infiltrate the capital from the bottom, and then gradually become open and aboveboard through various methods.
Not far away, Swallowing Cloud was hidden in the crowd, secretly cursing his bad luck. Then, he thought about whether he should provoke Lin Zongwu and tell him that the remnants of the Sage Duke had entered the capital, so that they could fight again.
On the hill in the north, a group of horses galloped up.
"Lin Eichan!" A lifeless voice shouted. It was Ning Yi.
Lin Zongwu turned around and looked at Takeshi and the others on the hill with a smile. Then, he walked forward.
Takeshi only had a few dozen people. Even if they had reinforcements, they would at most have a hundred or two hundred people. This time, the experts of the Great Radiant Sect had also come. For example, Mad Tiger King Nantuo, Quick Sword Lu Bingyuan, Monkey King Li Ruoque … There were also many first-rate experts, as well as familiar heroes of the Underworld. If there was a need, they could continuously mobilize more people.
It was a pity that Senior Sister would not be able to see this scene …
When Qin Siyuan was around, the forces of the Great Radiant Sect could not enter the capital at all. There was a huge grudge between him and Ning Yi, and this time, it was finally time to settle the score.
He walked toward Ning Yi.
The sound of hooves could be heard again. Then, a group of people rushed out from the side. They were the constables of the Ministry of Justice, led by Tie Tianying. He glanced at the situation and ran toward Chen Qinghe and the others.
Lin Zongwu did not stop. The others also slowly came forward, including Chen Jianyu and the other martial artists of the Underworld. They followed nearby, experiencing the demeanor of this rumored number one martial artist in the world. When he slightly closed the distance, Lin Zongwu frowned.
There were also many people who frowned one after another.
The tremors on the hill did not stop.
When the distance between the two sides was closed to more than two hundred zhang, the people in front finally stopped. Lin Zongwu and Ning Yi, who was on the hill, faced each other. He looked at Ning Yi's pale face — this was what he liked the most. However, there were still doubts in his heart. After a moment, there were people in the formation who lay down and listened to the ground. Many people revealed doubtful expressions.
But it was already too late.
With the hill as the limit, the figure of the first warhorse leaped out. The galloping team was like a shadow that covered the sky and the sun, and the rumbling sound of their hooves broke the ground. The huge waves of hooves extended to the left and right, covering the sky and earth as they came.
"Go —"
Lin Zongwu's roar was like thunder.
On the other side, Swallowing Cloud, who had been eating jerky because he had been running for a long time, threw away the food in his hand. "F * ck —"
He turned and ran.
Hundreds of people turned and ran.
Not far away, there seemed to be people rushing over following the signal.
The cavalry swept across, directly closing in on the rear formation of the crowd. Lu Bingyuan, an expert from the Great Radiant Sect, turned around and swiftly swept his sword. Two spears broke through his path, piercing through his chest and through his back, lifting him up high. Before he was torn to shreds, he was pushed into the air by the galloping horses for a distance, swinging his treasured sword wildly.
Lin Zongwu pushed two of his subordinates forward, then suddenly turned around and punched out, sending a charging warhorse flying. This was truly a thunderous sound. The people who were looking back from the corner of their eyes did not even have time to cheer. The cavalry that came from behind slashed down with their long blades. In the blink of an eye, one, two, three, four blades … Lin Zongwu's huge body was sent flying like a huge bear. He rolled on the ground and then continued to run.
Those who ran slower and did not manage to mount their horses in time were already drowned by the ocean of hooves. On the plains, ghostly wails and wolf howls could be heard, and a carpet of flesh and blood spread out.
On the other side of the hill, the setting sun was like fire. Ning Yi raised his head from his horse, his eyes still fixed on the scene on the other side of the hill.
When the enemy came, that old man and his two wives beside him chewed the pills in their mouths. There was the scene of the three white-haired people snuggling together. Even the crazed Lin Zongwu did not dare to destroy it in the end.
Qin Siyuan, the prime minister who organized the northern expedition, organized the resistance against the Jin, organized the defense of Bianliang, and then bore all the curses, was sentenced to exile on the sixth of the fifth month. On the evening of the ninth of the fifth month, he bid farewell to this world forever in a place only a few dozen li away from Bianliang City. Ever since he became an official at a young age, his soul had never truly been able to leave this city that he dreamed of.
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