After Anle Princess Zhu Cizhao left the alley with his servants in high spirits, a middle-aged man wearing a black iron grimace mask slowly appeared on the roof next to the alley, looking down at the entire Baima Pass, his eyes cold and said, "Chaos.

At the beginning of the situation, the world was in turmoil, and the people were in dire straits... When they prospered, the people suffered, and when they died, the people suffered!"

"It's so ironic coming from your mouth!"

A vicissitudes of sound suddenly came from another roof.

A middle-aged man dressed in blue and dressed as a scholar sat lazily on the roof carrying a white jade wine flask. He looked askance at the ghost-faced man and sneered, "Didn't you light this fire? It's still there.

Talking sarcastically here is shameless!"

The ghost-faced man stared at the middle-aged scholar with cold eyes and said calmly, "Why are you here? Are you afraid that your precious apprentice will die in this chaos?"

"Everyone has his or her own destiny. If he really dies here at Baima Pass, then his fate is not good. I'm just here to prevent some people from interfering indiscriminately and bullying the small... Why did you show up?

Here? If you are here, then who is it that killed my little official in blue at the border fortress?"

"When you are an undercover agent, you have to be prepared to be slaughtered. Don't feel bad! It's me there, it's me here, I'm...everywhere!"

"It's not that I feel bad. He died for justice and deserved it... Don't be ridiculous. There is no clone technique in this world. You can't appear in two places at the same time, unless... I understand! Hahaha, interesting!"

"People who know too much usually don't live long!"

"Mencius said, life is what I want, and righteousness is what I want. You cannot have both. You have to sacrifice life for righteousness!"

"Corruption! Hypocrisy! Treat the world as a chessboard and all living beings as pawns, and play with them as you please. Is this your righteousness?"

"You use royal power and wealth as bait to hang up the world's heroes and stir up disputes among countries. You are not very kind! Let's talk seriously, who are you?"

The ghost-faced man suddenly disappeared from the spot and suddenly appeared behind the middle-aged man, "It doesn't matter who I am, just as I never ask who you are."

"So are you planning to kill that boy with your own hands today?" The middle-aged scholar didn't care that the ghost-faced man came behind him. He raised the white jade flask, took a big sip of sake, and sneered, "I'm here, you

Can’t kill him!”

A cold light flashed in the ghost-faced man's eyes, and he said in a contemptuous tone, "You want to fight with me?"

The middle-aged scholar twirled his right palm, patted it gently on the roof, and said with a humble face, "I am a scholar and I don't know how to fight."

As soon as he finished speaking, a wave of air suddenly appeared where the middle-aged scholar's palm met the roof, and countless small golden characters floated out from under the ghost-faced man's feet, circling and flying around, forming a huge golden light pillar.

In the beam of light, the ghost-faced man stretched out his hand to gently press the golden text, but was shaken back by a violent force. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Draw the ground as a prison? Do you think you can trap me with this alone?"

"What you said is totally disrespectful. You have been trapped by me now," the middle-aged scholar stood up slowly, turned to look at Ruyi Alley, which is closest to the South City Gate, and said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, "I know I can't keep you trapped forever."

Here, I only need to trap you for a moment, and it is enough to miss that moment. Don’t bother, let’s just stand here quietly and enjoy the scenery of Baima Pass, and see what kind of choices the young man will make...

…”

The ghost-faced man snorted coldly, put his hands behind his back, followed the middle-aged scholar's gaze towards Ruyi Lane, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Where the middle-aged scholar and the ghost-faced man focused their attention, a black-scaled dragon snake suddenly jumped out. Shen Xiaojia, Chu Yunqiao and Mao Xuewang leapt down from the snake's head, landed in front of a shop, and began to rummage through the shop.

Rows of wooden barrels at the door.

After searching to no avail, Shen Xiaojia sniffed, his eyes lit up, he kicked open the door of the shop, glanced around, walked quickly to the counter of the shop, picked up a wooden can with white smoke, and took a look at it.

The holy water that fell on the ground frowned and said, "He actually knows how to use the properties of white phosphorus to make a timing device... How is he so smart?"

Mao Xuewang came over to take a look, and hurriedly cut off a burning fuse under the wooden jar. He breathed a long sigh of relief and defended, "It's not that I didn't remember clearly. It was probably Xiao Gao who moved his position again. The first few times

Everything is very accurate..."

"No! He didn't move this in, and he didn't make the device..." Shen Xiaojia walked to the wooden barrel connected to the lead, stared at the word "wine" on the barrel, and said in a deep voice, "Impossible, City Lord

The whole house has turned into ashes, there is no way he is still alive, and I killed him myself...could it be that Hongxing brought him out in advance?"

When Chu Yunqiao, who was following Shen Xiaojia, heard this, he immediately walked to the barrel, opened the lid, grabbed a handful of gunpowder, sniffed it gently, and said with a slight frown, "This is indeed the Shen family's gunpowder.

It smells like the water in the fish pond of the city lord's palace. Shen Rong is arrogant and extravagant. Even the water for raising fish must be mountain spring water mixed with rose essence...these gunpowder must be the batch hidden in the secret room under the pond!"

Mao Xuewang scratched his head and asked with confusion on his face, "What City Lord's Mansion?"

"The City Lord's Mansion in Yuecheng..." Shen Xiaojia said with a gloomy face, "I used to have a friend who was the son of the City Lord. When he wrote the word "wine", he always liked to write one less dot. I hacked him to death a while ago..."

Chu Yunqiao suddenly remembered something, turned around and looked at Mao Xuewang, and said softly, "Brother Mao, there were people escorting prisoners passing through Baima Pass a few days ago. The leader should be a woman..."

Mao Xuewang twisted his eyebrows and thought about it carefully, and said in a somewhat uncertain tone, "I seem to have seen him in the city, but I'm not sure... because there are many people escorting prisoners to and from Baima Pass, and I rarely go to the city.

I'm on duty at the door, so maybe I've seen him before, or maybe I'm remembering it wrong."

"Whether you've seen it or not, Brother Hipi probably didn't make these things," Shen Xiaojia pulled off the red paper with the word "wine" on it, crumpled it into a ball, and said coldly, "Use Shen Qi's

Paste the words on the gunpowder stick, and then use white phosphorus to make a timed detonation device to create chaos and prevent everyone from leaving the city... This is obviously aimed at me!"

At this moment, there was a loud noise outside the shop, and another mushroom cloud rose in the direction of the North City Gate.

Mao Xuewang hurriedly walked out of the shop, glanced at the huge mushroom cloud, swallowed his saliva and said, "Fortunately, it's just the North City Gate. If there are four city gates, then..."

After hearing this, Shen Xiaojia, who had just walked out of the shop, immediately felt a chill on his back. He interrupted the second half of Mao Xuewang's sentence and said with an ugly face, "You are really a clever little kid. You guessed it right... There must be four city gates! Hurry up.

We went to the South City Gate too late...and my third uncle was blown up to the point where nothing was left!"

Mao Xuewang changed his color in horror, and immediately followed Shen Xiaojia and Chuyunqiao to jump on the head of the black-scaled dragon snake, and hurried towards the south gate.

Just as Shen Xiaojia and others hurried towards the south city gate, the old beggar carrying a blood-stained steel knife was carried by several beggars and quickly left the city gate.

Wenren silently glanced at the mushroom cloud in the direction of the North City Gate, and then at Shi Yuandian who was fighting and breaking out at the South City Gate behind him. He sighed softly, and then he flashed and suddenly disappeared from the place.

The old beggar twisted his body desperately, trying to break away from the shackles of several beggars. He blew his beard and glared, "You bastard! Let me go, I will fight bloody battles with my Daqing generals!"

A beggar said with a bitter look on his face, "Master, please stop fooling around, there's going to be an explosion over there soon, and my golden bell can't protect you... it's too dangerous!"

"That's right, have you seen that cloud over there?" Another beggar then admonished, "As long as it touches it, my iron cloth shirt will turn into smoke!"

The old beggar finally stopped struggling, stared in the direction of the south city gate, and said dejectedly, "But my hussar general is still over there, how could I leave him alone..."

Hearing this, he suddenly appeared beside the old beggar without saying a word, and said calmly, "It is my duty to die for the king!"

"He has already died for me once," the old beggar said with a sad face. "A long time ago, in order for me to break out, he led the remaining soldiers to lure the Huns away, and was trapped in the mountains alone and helpless. Is it possible that he is still trapped in the mountains now so that I can break out?

Do you want him to feel the feeling of being abandoned again..."

Hearing this, he bowed respectfully to the old beggar without saying a word, and said in a calm tone, "You are the king, the king of all the people of Daqing!"

The old beggar sighed quietly, a drop of muddy tears flowed from the corner of his eyes, and said coldly, "Let me down, I will walk on my own!"

Several beggars immediately put the old beggar down, guarded him obediently and respectfully, and followed the old beggar closely to a house where a mad dog was tied up in the backyard, as if they were ready to die generously for the old beggar.

appearance.

Wenren silently glanced at the back of the old beggar, shook his head and sighed, "The emperor's scheme..." He turned to look at the black-scaled dragon snake swimming rapidly towards the south city gate, as well as the red shirt on the snake's head and the corners of its mouth.

Wei Wei raised his head and said, "You are indeed different. Those who are still rushing to the South City Gate at this time are either stupid or naive... In this turbulent world, it is rare to have an innocent heart!"

After saying that, after hearing the person's silence, he flashed away, returned to the old beggar, walked leisurely into the house, and closed the heavy copper door.

The moment the copper door closed, Shi Yuandian looked back at the old beggar, touched the scars on his face, took a deep breath, glanced at the blood-covered White Horse Army soldiers around him, and slapped him hard with his spear.

The armor on the chest shouted, "Long live Daqing!"

Hundreds of soldiers of the White Horse Army who were heavily surrounded by the Tang Army immediately perked up. They hit the shield on their left hand with the steel sword held in their right hand and shouted in unison, "The general is mighty!"

Shi Yuandian once again slapped his chest armor with his spear, looked up to the sky and roared, "Long live Daqing!"

Hundreds of White Horse Army soldiers shouted with determination, "The White Horse Army... will win forever!"

"Kill!" Shi Yuandian shouted sharply, kicked the horse's belly hard, held the spear tightly in his right hand, and rode the white horse dyed red to the south gate.

With a single sweep of the gun, several Tang army infantrymen who were surrounding them were swept away.

It slashed down diagonally and smashed the head of a Tang Army cavalry blocking the front.

He stabbed straight through the chest of a Tang military captain holding a broadsword.

Shi Yuandian laughed heartily and looked at the Tang Army general Li Zhaolie who was wearing a theatrical robe on the top of the city. He raised his spear in his right hand and threw it with all his strength. His eyes widened with anger and he shouted, "Sissy Li Zhaolie! How dare you come down and fight with grandpa?"
Chapter completed!