Chapter 119 Bloody Chang'an
Heavy snow fell one after another, and the road was once again covered with snow.
Wu De led the horse and walked on the path down the mountain, leaving a series of deep footprints on the snow.
It is like a long string of ink stains sprinkled on a landscape painting.
The wind is strong and the snow is cold,
Wu De did not wrap his head and face tightly.
He only felt that his body was very hot, his heart was very stuffed, and his brain hurt.
Perhaps it was the greetings from old friends outside the customs that made Mr. Yu Entai very happy. He drank a lot of wine and talked a lot with Wu De.
When Wu De left, the old man had a big cat on his head, a kitten in his arms, and a tabby cat in his hand, sleeping soundly among a pile of ink-scented manuscript paper. middle.
The same white-haired servants seemed to be commonplace. They just brought a quilt to cover the old man. Even the cats did not struggle to leave, but stayed with the old man, closing their eyes and snoring.
He didn't care at all about Wu De's departure.
Wu De’s heart has a barrier and it’s hard to calm down.
Why!
These thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are just a chessboard for their game;
These living beings are just the cattle and sheep they raise;
When the country becomes fragmented due to their wantonness, and when all the living beings under their rule rise up to resist, they will launch a scapegoat at the right time, and all the guilt will be borne by this scapegoat.
Chaos and war are just a way for them to cover up their sins.
Little people are struggling to survive in the war,
But they gain more benefits from the war.
It can be said that even corpses have to be squeezed out of oil.
In the end, the strongest stood at the top, and it seemed that a new era had arrived.
But when the dust settles and those who are interested take a closer look,
they will find that It is true that many old families have disappeared, and new families have emerged from the war,
but there are still some families that remain unchanged.
It’s still them!
The new powerful people who come to power are always powerful and confident to the point of paranoia. They believe that they can cut off this fate in their own reincarnation and thus establish an eternal dynasty, which will not be easy through the ages.
So a new round of game began again.
This is the secret of dynasty rotation.
The cold snow hit Wu De's face, but he wanted to look up to the sky and howl.
He is an orphan, but he does not have parents.
But both my parents died of illness and hunger.
Until his death, his father was still lamenting his own uselessness and incompetence, hoping that his son would be better than him in the future.
But now Wu De understands, not because his parents are useless, but because their destiny is never decided by him.
The world is peaceful or the world is in chaos, someone has always been fiddling with it.
The reason for fiddling is just because these people want more.
Even though what they have is so much that ordinary people cannot imagine or even understand it.
But they still want more.
Wu De thought of this trip outside the customs. The horse thief Li Dachui once told himself that one day, he would trample all the bones of the public ministers in the streets, and hang the heads of the powerful on the gates.
At that time, I even laughed and said that he was crazy!
But now?
Wu De stopped, and the horse also stopped obediently, stuck out its big tongue, and licked Wu De's face.
Wu De looked up at the sky. The sky was filled with dark clouds and snowflakes were coming towards his face.
Close your eyes and burst out with a loud shout:
“Kill!”
The true energy rushed up and overflowed the canopy, and the bones in the whole body crackled,
The whistling sound broke through the wind and snow, reaching into the night sky. Suddenly, the wind and snow changed.
Promotion.
Wu De, who had been stuck at the peak of the eighth level for many years, actually broke through the shackles and reached the ninth level of Xuanyuan on such a snowy night that made him extremely depressed.
The falling snowflakes became more dense under the illumination of wind lanterns hung occasionally on the roadside. Amid the jingling of horse bells, a group of five or six people stepped on the snow and rode their horses slowly. OK.
The leader is a person, about thirty years old, wearing a Jinxian crown and a vermilion robe. His eyebrows are slender and slanted into his temples. His eyes are triangular and his cheekbones are slightly high. His whole face looks slightly mean and his lips are tight. He sipped, but he couldn't contain his joy no matter how hard he looked. Looking at him like this, he seemed to have just returned from a government office.
His name is Liu Qinglin, Hedong Liu.
Just today, he has just been transferred from the position of joining the army in the Seventh Division of the Ministry of War, which is responsible for a total of twelve counties in the south, to being a doctor in the Ministry of Personnel.
When it comes to rank, it's just a flat tone, but judging from the position, it is much more important.
In the past, in the Seventh Department of the Ministry of War, I was only in charge of the allocation of materials for the twelve counties in the south and auditing each other's annual expense accounts. But now, I have direct access to the core personnel appointments of the entire empire. .
It seems to be a flat tone, but in fact it is a leap.
Even though he is the leader of this generation of the Liu family, he cannot suppress his joy.
In the family competition, he finally gained the upper hand, so this important position finally fell to him.
Military resume is just an embellishment for holding a higher position in the future, just have it.
Recalling the experience of the past two years, Liu Qinglin felt satisfied.
Times are about to change dramatically.
In this drastic change, the higher the position, the more resources will be at hand, and the more powerful the voice will be in the future.
One step first, every step first.
Today is the farewell banquet for his past colleagues. Whether they were good friends or bad friends, everyone gave him enough face. Everyone knew that when he left, he was embarking on a new journey. Qingyun Zhidao, his immediate boss, also came over today to offer a toast.
In the days to come, there will definitely be constant banquets. This is the intended meaning of the question. Some people come to curry favor with me, and some people I want to curry favor with.
As for the higher things, that will be arranged by the clan, and then I will only be able to carry the wine pot.
Liu Qinglin didn't like this role. He prefers to sit at the table and drink instead of standing behind people pouring drinks.
When the cold wind blew, the drunkenness surged. He couldn't help but bend down and opened his mouth to vomit.
A dense sound of breaking wind suddenly came. Dozens of figures suddenly appeared on the roofs of the streets on both sides, and dozens of spears flew towards them.
Under the shock, Liu Qinglin fell off his horse with a bang. Several spears rubbed his body and penetrated into the ground. The horse under his crotch whined and fell down with a crash. Several spears were thrown from his back. The spear penetrated the horse's back.
The sound of clattering from horse to horse was heard all the time, and all the servants following him fell off their horses. Liu Qinglin's hair stood on end, and his drunkenness had long since disappeared. He drew out the sword on the side of his horse, quickly swept towards the corner of the street, leaned against the wall, and held the sword in both hands. chest.
"Who wants Liu's life? Aren't you afraid that my Liu family will take revenge and destroy your entire clan?" He shouted sharply.
The crowd slowly surrounded them. The four leading people were all holding sabers.
"Let me go. Whatever you want, the Liu family can satisfy you!" Liu Qinglin took a deep breath and did not give up persuading his opponent: "No matter what the person who wants to kill me gives you, the Liu family will I will give you ten times as much!”
No one answered, and the four sabers approached silently.
"Kill!" Liu Qinglin suddenly shouted.
As a wealthy family, although there is a focus on civil and military affairs, they must be involved in both. And a man like him who considers himself a proud man of heaven wants to pursue both civil and military careers simultaneously.
His martial arts cultivation at the seventh level is enough to make him proud of his peers in the family.
The martial arts cultivation of the four-handled horse-killing sword is not as high as his,
but they are more fierce and not afraid of death,
Don't dodge or dodge,
Don't be afraid or fearful,
With one strike, you can advance but never retreat.
It’s not you who dies,
It is my death.
If there is only one sword, Liu Qinglin has many ways to deal with it, but when faced with four swords of the same style, he is forced to be on such a narrow street, and even above his head, there are enemies watching eagerly. , he will have nothing left but despair.
He shouted angrily and rushed forward, stabbing a man's chest easily with one knife.
Then he felt like he was flying.
He saw his body in a scarlet robe,
He saw the two legs wearing expensive deerskin boots.
He saw the sachet flying in the air, the sachet that the lady put into his arms when she left in the morning, and the one that represented his grade. Silver fish and talisman.
Everything within a few tens of feet was covered in blood.
Only when you know you will lose something can you realize the meaning of possession. Only when you are closer to death can you feel the value of survival.
At this moment, Liu Qinglin had no ambitions in his mind. He was just thinking: It would be great if he could still be alive.
With a snap, his head fell to the ground.
The men in black lifted up their dead companions and disappeared without a trace in the wind and snow.
Bohai Sima Lang, the captain of the Seventh Formation of the Forbidden Army, Chongfu, was thirty-six years old, good at using Ma Shu, and had a martial arts cultivation level of the eighth level. During the battle of Xiangcheng, he led the Seventh Formation to Chongfu, and one man He fought back and forth and bought half a day for the fleeing Imperial Guards. He was praised by people at the time and was one of the few generals to be praised after this tragic defeat.
I am afraid not many people would have thought that he was also one of the planners of this fiasco, and this time he fought hard after the break was a personal performance specially planned by him in order to win over people and gain gratitude. .
Of course, his martial arts cultivation is real.
His goal is to become the commander-in-chief of one of the three battalions of the Chang'an Forbidden Army before he is forty years old.
Now, he is one step closer to this goal.
Promoted from the 7th Zhe Chongfu School Captain to the Zuo Daying Commander.
Sima Lang immediately galloped off. Although it was night, he could still clearly see the blocker holding a spear in front of him because of the snow.
Although this place is outside the city, it is only a few miles away from Chang'an City. It is really foolish and bold to rush here to block yourself.
No matter what the person opposite is doing, he can die!
Going toe to toe with the opponent? Is this necessary?
Sima Lang waved his hand, and more than ten famous generals behind him immediately stood up and killed him.
The next moment, Sima Lang's expression changed.
The sound of howling crossbows came from the snow.
More than a dozen unprepared generals screamed and fell off their horses one after another.
The masked man holding a gun on the opposite side laughed loudly and attacked on horseback.
Sima Lang, surprised and angry, clapped his horse to meet him.
Sima Lang's heart immediately hit rock bottom at the intersection of gun and gun.
Who wants to kill me?
In just a few breaths, the two of them had exchanged dozens of moves.
As Ma Shan flew far away, Wu De shot the opponent off the horse with a spear. The tip of the gun was against the opponent's throat. Looking at the opponent's fearful and twisted face, Wu De said calmly: "A certain family represents Xiangcheng. Tens of thousands of soldiers died in battle, take your life!”
The spear pressed down and pinned Sima Lang to the snow.
That night, a total of seven attacks broke out in Chang'an, killing 65 people.
The deceased were all court officials.
The murderer escaped without a trace.
(End of this chapter)