Chapter 522 Burning away happily and passing away with the wind (2)
Cang Qiao instinctively covered her face with her sleeves, but suddenly she heard a fierce wind blowing behind her.
Without looking back, he turned around, pulled out another embroidered spring knife with his left hand, turned it with strong wind, and slammed into the heavy arrow that shot towards his heart.
At the same time, Cang Qiao opened the bow with both hands, a pair of long knives flying, and the light of the knives turned into violent snow shadows.
One person can block a thousand, like a red dragon, and countless sharp arrows turned into debris in the light of his sword.
For two quarters of an hour, not a single arrow could come close to a foot in front of him, and even the black smoke was scattered by the strong wind rolled out by the light of his sword.
After the arrow rain paused for a moment, Cang Qiao turned around and looked at Shangguan Hongye, her breath just a little short.
He wiped the blood stains on his face and chuckled: "Your Highness, do you want to ruin my face? That won't work, she will be unhappy."
Shangguan Hongye narrowed his eyes. Do you still dare to provoke him now?
Shangguan Hongye sneered, bent his arms again to nock an arrow, and the three heavy arrows went straight for Cang Qiao's face, heart and lower abdomen!
The sound of sharp arrows piercing the air was extremely harsh, but what struck was not just three heavy arrows, but hundreds of heavy arrows!!
He said coldly: "In this world, there is not only Zhuge Liannu, but also the one who specializes in breaking through the heavy shields of thousands of armies - the divine machine heavy crossbow with three stopped arrows!"
Break the hard shield with one arrow and one stop!
One arrow and two stops to break the body behind the shield!
One arrow will stop for the third time and then take the life of the person behind it!
Under such a violent heavy arrow, all the porches of Qingyun Palace were smashed to pieces, leaving no place to hide and cover.
Then, Shangguan Hongye suddenly bent his whole body backward, bent one foot and stepped on the heavy bow, exerted force with both arms, and completely stretched the special heavy bow to its fullest.
The bow even made a strange creaking sound.
He calmly and simply put the silver gun in his hand on the bowstring, used the silver gun as an arrow, and aimed at a place in Qingyun Palace!
Let go suddenly!!
"Woo——!"
The spears and arrows, like a rainbow shooting through the sun, roared out like a fierce tiger coming out of the gate, carrying boundless murderous intent!!!
Cang Qiao was circling among those heavy arrows when he suddenly felt something strange in his mind. He turned around and folded his swords as a shield - "Dang!"
There was a sound of violent collision of gold and silver, and the Xiuchun knife broke with a "bang" under the impact of the gun and arrow.
The gun head struck at his chest fiercely, and he immediately grasped the gun body with his bare hands, only to be pushed back by the huge force.
Cang Qiao narrowed her phoenix eyes, stepped down, and the green bricks under her feet instantly shattered, and the ferocious silver spearhead stopped an inch before his chest.
He was about to crush the gun body, but the gun tip suddenly cracked - "Pfft!"
A slender black arrow shot out from the tip of the gun and instantly penetrated his chest.
Cang Qiao staggered and opened her thin lips: "Uh-"
A mouthful of blood spat out from his lips.
He covered his chest, brushed away other heavy arrows with his palms, swayed, and knelt on the ground with one knee.
Blood fell all over the ground like rain.
Outside the palace gate, Shangguan Hongye held a bow and arrow and asked coldly: "The Governor is indeed the best master in the world, but on the battlefield, the winner is never the top martial arts master. Does the Governor know why?"
Cang Qiao stood up slowly and suddenly chuckled: "Because there is no morality in the battlefield. Thousands of arrows are fired, and the hero bows."
He casually wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and looked at Shangguan Hongye: "What's more, the soldiers are cunning. Those heavy arrows just now were just to cover and drag the generals in the palace. Your Highness's real plan is to use - fire attack, explode
The Qingyun Temple where the Fo Lang machine bombs are stored."
With just a brief observation, you can see that there is almost no good place in Qingyun Temple, and there are fire smoke everywhere.
The rolling tongues of fire have licked the roof beams, the air has become scorching, and there are "cracking" and burning sounds everywhere.
"Not bad." Shangguan Hongye responded simply, with a cold expression.
He is a general, and as a general, he talks about the art of war, and all his methods are just to take the enemy's general's head!
Cang Qiao suddenly lowered his head and looked at Emperor Ming who had been hiding under the chair of the Eight Immortals, feeling a little emotional——
"Your Majesty has a filial son. A heavy arrow penetrated the window and broken the beam, but this chair was intact just because you were below."
Emperor Ming was trembling all over. He stood up and looked at Shangguan Hongye, waving frantically to signal him to save him.
His throat hurt so much, and more and more blood was coming out, as if he had coughed into his lungs. He didn't want to die!
Shangguan Hongye narrowed his red phoenix eyes, bent his bow and arrow again, and aimed at Cang Qiao: "Let father out, and you will abolish your martial arts. I can spare your life now."
Cang Qiao suddenly couldn't help but laughed lowly, coughing up blood: "Ahem, cough, cough... Your Highness is really not good at lying. I am the governor of the East Factory who specializes in torture. Now, if I don't die, what are your plans?"
When are you going to kill me?"
Shangguan Hongye's face was cold: "Then you will die here! According to the current intensity of the fire, Qingyun Palace will be razed to the ground by the fire bombs you placed in less than half a quarter of an hour at most."
Cang Qiao pressed the corner of her lips with the handkerchief, and suddenly stepped on Emperor Ming's back.
Emperor Ming fell to the ground again like a dog: "Woooooo..."
Shangguan Hongye's eyes flashed with flames, and he could hardly hold back the urge to shoot through Cang Qiao's head.
Cang Qiao looked at him not far outside the palace, their eyes intertwined in mid-air, and said with a cold smile: "Your Highness, where I am is the city I guard. You can't get in, and I can't get out."
, but I can do one thing for you."
Shangguan Hongye said with a gloomy face: "Say!"
Cang Qiao said calmly: "I will take this away for you. When you tried to save him again and again, he was thinking about how to kill your father."
No no no no--!!!
When Emperor Ming heard this, he struggled wildly, but was unable to break free under Cang Qiao's feet.
Shangguan Hongye froze. If he was willing, he could shoot Cang Qiao with the heavy arrow in his hand and rush in to rescue his father.
but……
Cang Qiao's words just now kept echoing in his mind, and his hand seemed to be frozen on the bow string by the cold weather——
Unable to loosen the string and release the arrow.
Seeing this, Cang Qiao chuckled. He suddenly threw away the broken knife and stretched out his hand to pull open the jade button under his forehead.
He took off the gold-painted black gauze hat on his head that symbolized the power of Dongchang, one person is less than ten thousand people and nine thousand years old, and he threw it into the flames casually.
His black hair was hanging down like a waterfall. Even though his body was covered in blood and his chest was pierced by an arrow, he was still as calm as before in the court.
Cang Qiao slowly sat on the Eight Immortals Chair and picked up the white jade pipa.
He looked down at Emperor Ming at his feet and chuckled softly: "Your Majesty, look, in the end, I will still be with you. Why don't I give you the last song "Old Things in Luoyang"? Isn't this your favorite song?"
"
As he spoke, he adjusted the strings, and with a movement of his blood-stained white fingertips, he skillfully plucked the strings again.
The watery sound of the piano flowed into the hot air again. He lowered his eyebrows, smiled, and cleared his throat.
"An ant in front of the wind, a fish in a pond, life and death are fleeting, long-lasting, life is like petals crushing dust and mud..."
Shangguan Hongye watched that scene intently. For a long time, he never forgot this snowy night.
The black hair and scarlet blood contrasted with the man's pale face, almost like the person in the painting...
The bright flame burning crazily, the man was sitting in the dilapidated Qingyun Palace, dressed in official uniform, with the emperor's feet in his arms, holding a white jade pipa, playing calmly.
Just as he had played "Old Stories of Luoyang" exquisitely in this palace countless times in his life, singing songs to please the emperor and the ministers.
Until no one was worthy of hearing him play the harp except the emperor.
Almost no one remembers that the nine-thousand-year-old man who had all the power in the world could play the pipa well and had a voice as good as that of a famous actress.
But tonight in the fierce fire, he closed his eyes, the corners of his eyes were red, as if there were countless blood and tears in his smile——
"The rain in Chang'an is as fast as the thunder. With a smile and a frown, the wind blows away...hahahaha...the wind burns away happily...hahahaha..."
"Boom!!!" A violent explosion sounded, and the Qingyun Temple was like a blazing hell, swallowing up all sin and hatred.
There is no Qingyun Temple that the emperor loves most in this world.
There is no longer a nine-thousand-year-old Cang Qiao, the Governor of the East Factory, who has risen to prominence in the palace, walking step by step to the side of the emperor, one person is inferior to ten thousand people.
Among the burning palaces and blazing fireworks, only the lingering sound... seems to still linger in the ears of every soldier.
Rain in Chang'an, thunder and lightning
A smile and a frown can lead you to the end of the world
Just burn up and pass away with the wind...
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If you like tragedies, stop here. If you don't, I haven't finished writing. I never write tragedies.
