Chapter 372: Is this treating someone else's body in the same way?
Without the resistance of the true energy, the cold wave blew Hong Sixiang's body into ice. He fell to the stone steps and fell to the ground. Corpses, and the Forbidden Army soldiers gathered under the long steps, including seventh-grade masters, turned into ice sculptures from a distance, and were shaken by the sword energy into blood-colored ice fragments from a close distance, covering the ground.
The arrows fired by Yan Xiaoyi were swept away by this sword energy, and their remaining momentum continued unabated, heading straight towards the high wall.
“It’s not the ninth rank, it’s the Grand Master!”
Yan Xiaoyi is a bow player and has excellent eyesight. The moment Hong Sixiang was split in half by a sword He realized the disparity in strength between the two, and immediately retreated, jumped off the high wall, and flew diagonally.
The two seventh-grade team captains beside him were not so lucky. Although the sword energy was not swung at them, because the reaction was too slow, the cold energy carried by the sword energy directly froze them.
The aftermath of the sword energy pierced the high wall and continued forward. Yan Xiaoyi felt that something was wrong. Knowing that if he did nothing, he would be injured by the strong wind and cold air, he hurriedly roared and used his inner strength to wave his bow to resist.
Poof.
A burst of anger.
He groaned, flew out under the recoil, and hit the roof of the nearby corridor, crushing countless tiles. Fortunately, he finally escaped from the influence of the sword energy and only suffered some minor injuries. hurt.
Too scary.
This is definitely the combat power that only a great master can have!
Fortunately, he was hiding far away and had a high wall as a buffer. If he had been in another environment, or even a few feet closer, his life would have been decided on the spot like Hong Sixiang.
Just when Yan Xiaoyi was scared and happy, there was a soft sound on the top of the high wall, and a few fist-sized bricks fell, then there was a bigger and denser sound, and finally there was a roar and the whole thing collapsed. , the two seventh-level masters who were frozen by the cold air and struggled to resist fell into the crack and were instantly buried by the rubble. The back wall of the Yangxin Hall in front of the high wall also collapsed less than half.
At the same time, Zheng, Yan Xiaoyi’s bow shook, and the bow string broke. The bow body was covered with a layer of frosty white, and there were tiny cracks underneath. Although the carved bow did not collapse, it was severely damaged. .
The power of the sword shook the imperial city.
In the Tai Chi Hall, Li Yunqian, who was still unkempt and unkempt, looked at the north with a gloomy face, his expression twisted, his eyes hesitant, and his hand kept rubbing the rhinoceros skin on the arm of the bow he had just completed yesterday.
Eunuch Hou stood aside, pressing his hands on his abdomen, lowering his head slightly, not daring to take a breath. He never expected that the assassin who disappeared during the day would appear again, and he would go to Hushan Mountain knowing that there were tigers in the mountain, and actually kill the Hanguang Hall guarded by Eunuch Hong. And he didn't know who caused the loud noise just now. Yes, the entire Tai Chi Hall trembled three times.
Outside the Taiji Hall, the imperial guards surrounded the entire building on the three and outer three floors. The general responsible for delivering the news had already ridden a fast horse to notify the Kyoto garrison Ye Zhong to escort him.
In the East Palace, Prince Li Chengqian put on his shoes, flung his robe sleeves and ran to the door. He opened the door with both hands, looked at the northern sky and murmured to himself, "What happened? Who can tell me what happened?" What happened?”
The little eunuch standing in the corridor stuttered and said: "Your Highness, it's from the Hanguang Palace, but... it might be the assassin in Bai Ri."
"He hasn't run away yet?!"
Li Chengqian was horrified. Ninety-nine percent of the assassins who sneaked into the palace in the past were killed by Gong Dian and Yan Xiaoyi. Few of them could alarm Hong Sixiang. Even Sigu Jian, the great master of Dongyi City, was killed three times. After three assassination attempts, he was frightened and returned. Now, a mere ninth-level man didn't feel lucky to be lucky enough to escape from the city, and then took advantage of the dark moon and high winds to kill someone with a carbine?
Outside the imperial city, in a large house in the southeast, the second prince Li Chengze, dressed in brocade clothes, with bare feet, was leaning on the table very inelegantly, reading the Red Mansion at night by candlelight, and was about to give instructions Good Companion Reading Xie Bian went to pick out the wick, but suddenly he raised his head in astonishment and looked northwest.
“The shock just now was... the imperial palace?”
After all, Xie Bian was a ninth-level master, and his hearing was much better than that of the second prince of the three-legged cat. He held his sword and said in a deep voice: "If I guessed correctly, it should be in the direction of Hanguang Palace."
"Ha, haha. , Xie Bian, do you know what you are talking about?" Li Chengze stroked his naughty hair on his temples with his little finger, and smiled a little wildly: "If I were an assassin, I would rather go to Taiji Palace than Hanguang Palace."
Xie Bian knows why he said this, because there is at most Yan Xiaoyi in Taiji Hall, and Hanguang Hall is the residence of the Queen Mother. Next to the Queen Mother is Hong Sixiang, the great master of the imperial court, who can even frighten Sigu Jian. For a character who has left, going there to cause trouble is almost as if he is tired of living.
“It’s the Hanguang Palace.”
Xie Bi’an said firmly and simply.
Li Chengze stopped laughing, suppressed his smile, turned over the wooden case with bare feet, and stood on the platform near the water, looking to the north.
"You said...that person...was arranged by the emperor?"
"I don't know."
Li Chengze touched Liang Sisi's handrail and said: "If it is to find a reason to start a war with Northern Qi, isn't this a bit too big?"
"..."
In the Fan Mansion in the southwest of the imperial city, Wu Zhu and Fan Xian were standing in the small hall with a waterwheel humidifier and where they could see the night sky.
The latter pointed in the direction of the imperial city: "The sound just now..."
Wuzhu, who was blindfolded with black cloth, said expressionlessly: "It's very strong."
"Is it...Hong Sixiang?"
"I don't know." "What about the shock just now?"
"Sword Qi"
"Sword Qi? Can sword Qi cause such a violent vibration?"
"I guess... it should have destroyed the palace wall. "
"This old eunuch is too strong."
Fan Xian mentally mourned for the Northern Qi assassin who injured him earlier. If a ninth-grade warrior could kill Emperor Qing, Sigu Jian would not have entered the city three times without success.
Wuzhu did not respond to his sigh and looked up at the night sky.
"Uncle Wu Zhu, have you ever felt that the temperature has dropped a little."
"Have you?"
Fan Xian glanced at the slightly swaying leaves in the yard. , I think it may be my own misunderstanding.
other side.
Inside Hanguang Hall.
The Queen Mother, wearing a silver-gray long-sleeved robe with a full head of hair and a chicken-skinned face, is sitting on a couch on a high platform in the middle, with her back against a fan-patterned screen. Although the maid standing below is standing, her legs are already broken. He softened and kept trembling, because an assassin in black clothes on the other side of the palace door was walking towards him step by step with a long sword in hand.
"Where is Hong Sixiang? Where is Hong Sixiang?"
"The dead body is not intact."
Chu Pingsheng answered casually.
"How...how is it possible..."
The old man raised his sleeves, pointed at him with a trembling finger and said: "Come...come, get the assassin, take him down... ..."
"No need to waste your efforts, the guards in front of the palace are all dead."
The old woman looked pale and murmured to herself: "Impossible, impossible..."
She couldn't imagine that an assassin could kill Hong Sixiang?
“Impossible?”
Chu Pingsheng curled his lips. In fact, Hong Sixiang’s level of zhenqi was pretty good, slightly weaker than the levels of Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo in The Eight Parts of the Dragon, but The problem is, strong Qi does not mean strong fighting ability. Zhang Wuji, who has learned the Nine Sun Magic Skills, is much stronger than Yan Yan, but on the way to Guangmingding, wasn't he tortured into a dog by Yan Yan?
"Sixteen years ago, you should have had a share in Ye Qingmei's death."
Emperor Qing took advantage of the queen's family's hatred of Fan Xian's mother Ye Qingmei to plot against the five After Zhu, Fan Jian, Chen Pingping and others were all lured away from the capital, Ye Qingmei, who had just given birth and was severely weak, was burned to death in the Taiping Villa. Afterwards, they slaughtered all the queen's family in order to hide the truth from others and kill everyone.
And the Queen Mother, who had the highest status in Kyoto except the Queen at that time, had a master like Hong Sixiang as a slave. How could it be said that she did not know the movements of the Queen's party? Maybe she was the mastermind behind the conspiracy to control the Qin family and the Queen's party to invade the Taiping Courtyard.
"You...you are not a Northern Qi assassin, you...are you here to avenge...Ye Qingmei?"
He moved forward step by step, his dull murderous aura driving the old woman a little harder. He leaned back a little until his head rested on the backrest of the Feng couch, with no way to retreat.
A palace maid on the left mustered up the courage to lift a copper pot and throw it at Chu Pingsheng. He pointed lightly, and the sword energy pierced his throat. She suddenly fell to the ground, and the copper pot fell with a thud. On the floor, bones rolled towards the palace door.
The old woman trembled with fright, perhaps imagining that the copper pot was her own head.
The remaining three maids screamed and collapsed to the ground, trembling with fear and not daring to look up at him.
"I'm not here to avenge Ye Qingmei."
Chu Pingsheng said to himself what happened to Ye Qingmei. He was also a time traveler, and he wouldn't dare to block Ye Qingmei's way. It's very possible that he would pity her and leave her alive.
Having said that, Ye Qingmei probably rarely reads history. People like Wang Mang who come from a background to engage in social reform will inevitably end up in a violent death if they touch the cheese of the powerful. She herself is not a great master, but she has the experience of conquering the world. How can it be possible to succeed in promoting the value of equality for all in a world with deep feudal ideology through force?
Either the best person in the world can conquer ten societies at once, or he can rebel like Huang Chao, kill all the nobles and powerful people in the world, and use like-minded people to promote his own ideas and will. This kind of thing is easy to talk about. The practice of giving out martial arts secrets to everyone who comes is so childish and ridiculous. Ordinary people will have a deep friendship with this friend this year for various reasons. Next year, they will have a thousand cups of wine with that friend and become a close friend. The year after that, it will be another group of people. They rely on making friends with powerful people to instill their own ideas and influence the other party's behavior. A new path is tantamount to tying your head around someone else’s waist.
(End of this chapter)