A trace of blood suddenly oozed out from the corner of Guo Xuan's mouth. It was dark and horrifying. Before he fell to the ground and died, this remnant of the Spring and Autumn Period who painstakingly created this assassination murmured, "I, Guo Xuan Xiang, have lived half of my life. It's a worthy death …"
The middle-aged man on the ground who shouted the name of Hsu Fengnian raised his arm high and was about to smash his head to commit suicide.
However, a young woman who fell not far from him, who was supposed to enjoy the adoration of countless young men in Jianghu, looked up at the young king. She broke down and looked pitiful with tears and snot all over her face. She cried, "King of Beiliang, don't kill me. I don't want to die! I really don't want to die … I've sacrificed too much for revenge. I don't owe my family anything … "
The woman's mournful cry echoed in the restaurant.
Perhaps no one realized that this was the only cry in tonight's battle where everyone was fighting for their lives.
Some of the remnant of the Eight Kingdoms of Spring and Autumn who regarded Xu Xiao as the culprit of the fall of the Central Plains chose to die for their country in the face of the tragic situation where the mountains and rivers were destroyed. Therefore, in the capital of Western Shu, there were many people who chose to escape. These people formed Hong Jia who ran to the north, and some people who chose to hide. Therefore, in the various Jianghu sects where the dynasties were destroyed, there were many unfamiliar worshippers and young disciples, many rich and powerful families with deep courtyards, many babies in swaddling clothes, and many men and women who seemed to be hurriedly married because of love at first sight. In many temples, academies, and even brothels, there were many more scholarly old men in the former, and many more beautiful women who were clearly graceful like the daughters of noble families in the latter.
In the war of Spring and Autumn, Xu Xiao, the Great General of Li Yang, killed so many people that the Central Plains was filled with the smoke of war. He killed so many powerful clans of Spring and Autumn who had sat and watched the founding and fall of the previous dynasties become a thing of the past.
After that, Xu Xiao led the Iron Horse in Jianghu from the south to the north and almost killed everyone in Jianghu. However, he still couldn't kill all the people in the sects and clans who hated their country.
If you can't get rid of the roots of the weeds, they'll grow again when the spring breeze blows.
Therefore, whenever Beiliang and His Royal Highness went out, people would die. The remnants of the Spring and Autumn Period would die, and so would the Whispering Room.
In those years, the number of assassins who had launched sneak attacks on Mount Qing Liang was even more numerous than the number of carps crossing the river.
In the end, even the maidservants who lived with Wutongin day and night would also die. Moreover, the two maidservants whom His Royal Highness had personally helped to give nicknames to, died with a little shame but no regrets.
Hsu Fengnian could still clearly remember the first assassination that startled Wutongin. It was the middle of a snowy winter night. He ran out of the house without boots and stood on the steps, looking at the heavily guarded small courtyard. Everywhere he looked, there were dead bodies. The snow was soaked with blood and then covered with snow. In the end, it was a vast expanse of white.
At that time, the man whose legs weren't so lame and whose back wasn't so hunched also didn't wear boots. He walked up the steps and stood shoulder to shoulder with the youth. He had the Imperial Bodyguards in iron armor carry the bodies away. He laughed and said, "In this life, father has too many enemies. I can't count them all, and I'm too lazy to count them! Son, are you afraid? "
The youth didn't know if he was cold or scared, but his teeth chattered. However, he still stubbornly said, "What's there to be afraid of!"
At that time, the man whose hair wasn't completely white took off the old mink coat he was wearing and put it on the youth. He laughed loudly and said, "You're a descendant of our Old Xu family!"
The youth rolled his eyes. He grabbed the warm mink coat with both hands and quickly ran back to the house.
The man who hadn't been called father by his son since the death of his wife turned around and walked down the steps. He strode out of the courtyard. However, as soon as he stepped out of the courtyard, he lost his heroic spirit. He was so cold that he almost jumped. When he caught a glimpse of his adopted son, Yuan Zuozong, he kicked him without saying anything. The latter was at a loss. The man stared at him and lowered his voice. Two words came out from his teeth, "Take off your boots!"
Unfortunately, the funny scene couldn't be seen by the youth.
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At this time, on the third floor, an angry shout interrupted the woman's crying. "Shut up!"
The woman was suddenly stunned. Then, her heart-wrenching cry turned into a low sob.
The middle-aged assassin said sternly to the young woman, "I'm from the Chongshan Song family! We've been loyal for generations. We'll never shame our ancestors! "
After saying this, the middle-aged man's eyes flashed a complicated look. Finally, he suddenly raised his arm and slapped the woman's forehead.
Twenty years of living in humiliation, only to die for innocence.
This was the only wish of the Song family's man.
As for what the younger generation of the family thought, he didn't care.
Although the woman could summon up the courage to beg for mercy from the King of Beiliang, she had exhausted all her energy. At this time, she didn't have any courage to resist the anger of the elders of the family.
Hsu Fengnian, who had been gentle, suddenly became furious. The next moment, he appeared in front of the man on the ground and stepped on the head of the man who tried to put justice before family.
The assassin, who was killed in an instant, slid several feet away.
Hsu Fengnian took a deep breath and quickly stabilized the Qi in his body. Ordinary martial artists did not feel much pressure from the sudden burst of aura. Even Lin Hongyuan only felt a little suffocated. However, Wei Miao, Mao Shulang, Cheng Baishuang, Ji Liu 'an, and Xue Songguan, these five martial arts grandmasters, almost simultaneously raised their auras to the peak. The blind female zither player even pressed her hands heavily on the zither strings. Mao Shulang, who had stood up, almost pulled out his saber from its sheath.
Hsu Fengnian looked at the young Guardian beside Liu Nerong and nodded.
The latter silently stepped forward and made a cryptic gesture. As the young Guardian made this gesture, three men and women of completely different identities quickly walked out from the third floor. One was a bartender from a neighboring brothel, one was an old waiter with a cotton towel on his shoulder and a wine jug in his hand, and the last was a local of Beiliang who had originally been accompanying a group of new heroes to watch the show. The four began to clean up the battlefield together, carrying all the survivors of the Spring and Autumn Period who were still alive down the stairs. No one was interested in whether to drag them out and kill them, or torture them until they were better off dead. If no one recognized the identities of these four people by now, then they really had been kicked in the head by a donkey.
They were either spies raised by the Water Whisking Room, or men of sacrifice raised by the Eagle Raising Room, or both.
The restaurant belonged to the Fish Dragons, but Liu Nerong had always been an outsider.
Hsu Fengnian turned his head to look at the three eunuchs of the Ribbon Insignia Directorate and said expressionlessly, "Don't worry about the poisoning. Also, when you reach Mount Qingliang, put down the imperial edict and you can return to Great Peace City. "
Eunuch Liu didn't speak and led the way to the stairs.
But when he passed by the young king, he intentionally or unintentionally slowed down, his eyes full of questions.
When the head eunuch of the Ribbon Insignia Directorate brushed past him, Hsu Fengnian whispered as if he was speaking in riddles, "Tell him, she's fine."
Eunuch Liu looked straight ahead, but bent his waist slightly and then sped up.
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