When Baili Fengjian saw Jing Che in the innermost box on the second floor, she was holding her chin, half-squinting her peach blossom eyes, and was lost in thought.
"A Che," remembering the dispute they had not yet resolved, his tone softened, "Let's go."
"Why didn't you agree to them?" But Jing Che didn't stand up, looking at Baili Fengjian with burning eyes.
He smiled lazily and picked up the young apprentice who was hanging on, "Because they held you hostage."
"You lied." She fluttered a few times and broke away from his hand, but her tone was not as strong as before.
"What's the matter?" His eyes were slightly raised, looking very serious, "Bite me if you can."
This time, the young apprentice didn't say anything and said, "Master, where is the place where the Cloud Soul Tiger sleeps?"
The first time I heard her honestly calling me master, I felt happy for a moment, but when I heard Yunhunhu sleeping on the ground, my expression turned gloomy, "This is the nightmare of the Zhenyi tribe..."
"Aren't you a sword master? Why don't you save them?" He said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Because I'm afraid of death." This time it was not a joke, Baili Fengjian looked serious.
Yes, he was afraid of death, afraid that the living would die one after another for what was a foregone conclusion. He did not want to see tens of thousands of corpses hanging bloody on the flagpole like the one that was carried out 70 years ago in the war to restore the country.
It's his tribe...
"Again," Jing Che muttered, but did not protest righteously. The despair of losing her mother made her begin to understand in a daze what an insurmountable barrier between life and death.
Seeing his little apprentice frowning, Baili Fengjian couldn't bear it. He regretted why he was so unreliable and caused so many troubles before he returned to Jiahuang Mountain. He really felt guilty.
At this time, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, and he suddenly thought of something: "Did you tell them that you are my disciple?"
"I am who I am, why do I say I am your disciple?" He raised his eyes and asked proudly.
But seeing Baili Fengjian's face darken, he suddenly remembered that the white-clothed piano master Hefu was once the male favorite bought by Nian Sanniang from a horse thief. At that time, he was unkempt and unkempt, and he looked different from the current look of his white clothes fluttering.
It's so different, no wonder he can't remember it.
Well aware of Nian Sanniang's way of being a human being, Baili Fengjian slapped his thigh regretfully: "Oh no!"
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Hefu standing at the door, about to come in. Looking through the carved railings into the splendid lobby on the first floor, dozens of people were standing there. They all raised their heads when they heard the movement upstairs.
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"What is this?" His eyes narrowed, and a dangerous look appeared.
Hefu was extremely anxious: "Downstairs are the Zhenyi people who are currently in Kunfang City. They all came in through the secret passage. I wanted to make a desperate move to keep the Sword Master..."
"And then you attracted the Imperial Army?"
He was greatly surprised: "Sword Master already knows?"
"Stupid," he flicked his sleeves and sneered, "I never thought that Nian Sanniang, such an airtight person, would allow you to get my whereabouts so easily?"
"Sanniang, she..." Hefu was shocked and his face became even more ugly.
"You are just the male favorite she bought, and you are colluding with the Nationalist Party behind her back. Do you really think Sanniang will indulge you like this?"
"But the Sword Master is Sanniang's savior, how could she put you in danger?" It was still unbelievable.
"Sanniang is not Zhenyi. I have promised her long ago that self-preservation is the most important thing in troubled times. She can switch sides at any time."
He Fu turned pale for a moment and was speechless for a long time.
At this time, Qiying walked up, but glanced at Hefu with a complicated expression, and said with a calm expression: "Sword Master, now is not the time to pursue the case. There are the Word Destroying Army and the Kunfang Army outside. What should we do?"
"Of course I'll kill him."
"But the Sword Master..." said with a confused look on his face, "There seems to be a barrier outside."
He walked to the window and put up the cork, and saw the blood-red barrier clinging to the window. Baili Fengjian stretched out his hand to test the power of the barrier, but the stalemate lasted for only a few seconds, and the skin on his hand was burned.
It was blood red, and he used his true energy to fight with all his strength, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and the barrier remained motionless.
"It's blood shackles," Baili Fengjian retracted his hand in disbelief. He recalled the shock of hearing the blood shackles for the first time many years ago, with a helpless sigh in his tone, "I didn't even know that after that man died of illness,
, there are also monsters in the Word Exterminator Army that can set up bloody shackles."
"Blood shackles?" Qiying and Hefu behind them were shocked when they heard this.
The blood shackles are one of the most vicious barriers in the world, because they can only be broken from the inside to kill and stop bleeding!
It means killing people in the barrier. When the blood light accumulates to a certain level, the blood shackles will be broken. If there is no blood light in the barrier, then every day, one of the five people approaching will be killed suddenly.
, until the blood shines brightly and the blood shackles are broken.
Whether you kill to protect yourself in order to break through the siege, or sit back and wait for death, it is a difficult choice...
And this posture is clearly aimed at Baili Fengjian. The empire has wanted Jiahuang Sword Master for hundreds of years, but there has never been any clues. Now he can finally catch turtles in a jar, and at the same time, he can kill all the rebels and thieves.
Zijun naturally put all his efforts into it, and even did not hesitate to set up the bloody shackles, a forbidden technique that consumes a lot of energy.
Even though Baili Fengjian was quite angry at Nian Sanniang's actions at the moment, things were already so bad that there was nothing to complain about. People inside couldn't get out, but people outside couldn't get in either, so it wouldn't be a mess.
, "Who are the people in Hongchen Inn now?"
"There are about a hundred travelers in the guest room at the back, mostly from Lincang. There are also dozens of singing girls and servants here, plus the thirty-seven Zhenyi people downstairs."
"Then..." He turned around and entered the room, with no smile on his face, but a trace of intolerance in his deep eyes, "You make your own decision. No matter what, I will live or die with you in this battle."
Qiying and Hehe went downstairs with heavy eyebrows and heavy steps. They understood that Baili Fengjian's words were a kind of acquiescence. The so-called choice was originally leaning to one side, but their conscience was uneasy. Now that they have a bargaining chip, they will be more confident.
The sound of footsteps had reached downstairs, and Baili Fengjian sat down in the room by himself, picking up his wine glass and drinking with great concentration.
Jing Che had heard the conversation word for word. He sat next to him, propped up his head and stared at the stubble on his chin, and then asked curiously, "What is the blood shackles?"
"Are you sleepy? If you're sleepy, go to sleep first." He stared intently at the remaining wine flowing down the side of the glass, but he answered the question incorrectly.
"Tell me quickly!" A willful tone that must be known.
He glanced sideways at Jing Che unhurriedly, and then explained eloquently: "Back then, the Lincang army was unable to attack the five border counties, and the stalemate lasted for a month. A strange man set up bloody shackles in the five border counties, threatening to kill him within a day.
If there is no blood light, then one out of every five people will be killed suddenly. That is to say, if you don't kill the people around you, then you may be the one who dies in the next second."
Hearing this, Jingche's face instantly turned pale, and after a while he asked again: "Then... what happened next?"
"In order to protect the people of the five counties, General Zhenyi drew lots every day to decide who would die. No one resisted and no one violated discipline." The history of blood and tears in the country, every word of it, is heart-wrenching.
I can almost see that scene in my mind. The soldiers went to their deaths calmly. Although they did not shed blood on the battlefield, they all died for the people. It was so touching and touching. It was shocking and moving, which strongly impacted Jing Che's still innocent heart. As Zhen who survived,
Yi Ren, she is lucky to always maintain her original intention, because she fell asleep when the world was the bloodiest, and when she woke up, the overall situation was decided.
Opening his mouth, Jing Che felt that it was difficult for him to even speak: "But if the soldiers are dead, who will defend the city?"
"General Fuji, and..." I wanted to say that I would have sex with your mother, but the words were stuck in my throat. Baili Fengjian told Jingche this past incident because he wanted to let her know about this troubled world.
Survival was not easy, but he did not really want to scare her or make her sad, so he concealed Sui Sheng's existence and only mentioned it lightly, "with the people who organized themselves."
Then he said: "That battle was the famous 'breaking the pass' battle, and Zhenyi turned from prosperity to decline after that battle."
Hearing this, he was dumbfounded and said nonchalantly: "I, Zhen Yi'erlang, am really strong and strong. If it were me... I might be the first one to surrender."
When she said it so childishly, the heavy atmosphere eased, and Baili Fengjian evoked a noncommittal smile - with the fierceness of the young apprentice, let alone surrender, I am afraid that if he really goes to the battlefield, he will still.
He was the first to rush.
But he said: "Don't call me my disciple if you surrender. It's embarrassing."
Jing Che snorted and replied disdainfully: "When I feel embarrassed, I say I am your disciple. When I look good, I am Jing Che."
Resisting the sudden urge to squeeze the proud face of his little apprentice, Baili Fengjian Yun Danfeng took a sip of wine and hid the smile at the corner of his mouth, but thought of the situation outside,
Life or death was unpredictable, and he couldn't help but feel his heart sinking, so he ended the topic hastily: "Ache, go to sleep."
Jing Che was in a trance for a moment, staring at the flickering candle on the table, his heart beating with joy, but like life, he didn't know when it would be blown out by the strong wind: "Master, will we die?"
After a few hours, it was broad daylight.
Shops did not dare to open, and no one went out in the city. There were only pairs of peeping eyes behind the cracks in the doors and windows, wandering among the armored soldiers patrolling with curiosity and speculation.
Kunfang City has been heavily guarded. The imperial army has occupied every street. The sky is filled with a legion of war-winged blood falcons, densely packed and whistling loudly into the sky.
The center of the encirclement is the Hongchen Inn, which was the most prosperous in the past.
The soldiers were ready for battle. As soon as the people inside had finished killing each other and the barrier was broken, they would rush in and cut off the head of the sword master Baili Fengjian. They would eliminate the most dangerous person for the Lincang Empire and make contributions to themselves.