It was already afternoon when Sanyu and others came back. Pei Min finished handling some daily military affairs, then sat in meditation and practiced. After finishing, he lazily basked in the sun in the yard.
Then the courtyard door was pushed open with a "bang", and San Yu, covered in blood, walked towards Pei Min with his sword in hand.
Pei Min was startled, looked at his apprentice who had obviously gone through a fierce battle and said, "What's going on?"
"It's hard to describe in words!" Sanyu said, "We took the sword from Wu Wenden, and then we met her."
He turned around, revealing Helan behind him.
"Are you the Sword Master of the Tang Dynasty, Lord Pei Min?" Helan said respectfully, "Helan in the Western Region has met the Sword Master."
Pei Min stood up, returned the gift with a smile, quietly poked Chang Yu, and said in a low voice: "What's the matter? I brought the girl back, okay, boy, I know how to get my wife at home! This figure is fine, that's what she looks like
…”
Chang Yu gritted her teeth and stepped on him, and cursed in a low voice: "Old man, what are you talking about? This is a poor person who escaped from Jiang Kuohai, and she has big news!
He paused and said in a lower voice: "Moreover, she was disguised by the person from the Blood Clothes Hall, and her original appearance was not bad."
"Oh——" Pei Min looked like he suddenly understood, and waved to Helan, "Please come to the girl's room."
In the room, Pei Min took the chief seat, Helan knew the rules of the Tang Dynasty and took his subordinate seat. Sanyu cleaned up and stood aside.
Holland began to tell her story.
After that, the room fell into deathly silence.
"I never thought that Li Linfu would actually betray his country for glory!" Pei Min's face was cold.
Li Xin'an had made conjectures about this matter before, so Pei Min would not lose his composure with excitement. But after all, it was just a conjecture. Now that he heard the truth of the matter coming from Helan's mouth, he still couldn't hide his feelings.
Angry.
"I only hate that I am an official and cannot be like Chu Yingsheng and kill this thief with my own hands!"
Sanyu sighed, "But he can't die yet, right?"
Pei Min glanced at him, looking very surprised, "You brat, do you still have such knowledge?"
"I'm just repeating what others said." Sanyu shrugged, "Master, does Li Linfu really have no choice but to die?"
Pei Min sighed: "Why can't you die? Of course you can. But if you die, it will inevitably affect the court. Today's Holy Emperor is an extremely powerful person. Do you think he doesn't know what Li Linfu did? He knows, but he doesn't move. Use him to stabilize the situation."
Living in the court, the ministers in the court, and the scholars of the world have a common enemy, so that the target of the blame will not be on the saint, and he can enjoy himself with peace of mind and do things that violate etiquette and law. Li Linfu is treacherous and capable, and he will not delay
Overthrow the Tang Dynasty."
As he was talking, he muttered to himself, "Since the Tubo people were shot once by Li Linfu, they probably have no intention of starting a war. Now the war in Tibet is just a small fight. This war will last up to half a year."
, it will be pacified in at least two months."
"There is no harm to the Tang Dynasty. General Sun Quan has gained his military exploits in vain, and he can also use this to control Zuo Yulin's army."
"Li Linfu's calculations are really good..."
Sanyu couldn't help but interjected: "Does the saint even know about this?"
"If you know what to do, what to do if you don't know!" Pei Min said, "The two of them are more like allies than monarchs and ministers. They both have something to do with each other. The Tibetan affairs cannot threaten the Tang Dynasty, and the saint will not blame him if he knows about it.
Li Linfu’s.”
"Hunjun!" Sanyu said excitedly.
"Be careful what you say."
Pei Min narrowed his eyes and said: "We are officials, not loyal to the emperor, but actually serving the people. No matter what the saint is, as long as he does not disrupt the government like Jie, Zhou and Zhou You, he is a good emperor. We only need to be worthy of the people and worthy of our conscience.
That’s it.”
He sighed and looked at Helan, "Girl, are you planning to kill Jiang Kuohai?"
Helan nodded solemnly.
"Originally, I didn't really want Xin'an to get blood on his hands." Pei Min said with a bitter smile, "It's too early for him to kill someone. Of the three things I told him, the second was to test his understanding, and the third was
It's a test of his courage. As long as he dares to nod, that's enough. As a senior brother, it's better for you to just skip the second item and decide on the third item that shouldn't be done. You say, I should
What can I say to you?"
Sanyu looked aggrieved, "I'm not the roundworm in your belly. How do I know your true thoughts? You didn't tell me either."
"Mr. Pei Min, are you going to let us kill Jiang Kuohai?" Helan pinched the corner of his clothes and asked nervously.
Pei Min shook his head, "Forget it, in that case, I will follow the trend. Jiang Kuohai does have a way to kill him, so he can kill him naturally. When the time comes, you will feel at ease, and you don't necessarily have to let him kill Jiang Kuohai himself. If the situation is not right,
Just come back quickly."
Sanyu nodded, "I understand."
Helan was taken down to rest. When he walked out of the lobby, he saw Wu Xiang sitting on the steps holding a sword and looking at the door with absent-minded eyes.
"Xiao Wuxiang, what are you looking at?" Helan knelt down and asked in a closed voice.
"I'm waiting for you, Master."
"Junior brother, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back today. You'd better rest early." Sanyu said.
Wu Xiang shook his head, "That will have to wait!"
Sanyu had no choice but to take Helan to the backyard and settle her down.
Wu Xiang held his chin. It was just as San Yu said. The sun was gradually setting and the young master did not come back. Wu Xiang couldn't sit still, so he worked in the yard.
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Some chores.
He carefully wiped the stone table and chairs under the big tree, threw a basin of dirty water out the door, and when he wanted to go back, he suddenly turned his head.
An old man walked towards me.
"Master hasn't come back yet?"
Wu Xiang shook his head stiffly, "Not yet."
"Then come with me." The old man stretched out his hand, and Wu Xiang turned back to the yard and walked out with "Guanri" in his arms.
…
Shenwu Army Military Mansion.
As the residence of the Shenwu Army Yamen, it was originally used to handle military affairs. However, due to its excellent location, under Jiang Kuohai's decades of management, it became his own private residence.
As for Li Fuguo, another general of the Shenwu Army, he lived in the palace.
In an extremely secluded study room in the backyard, Jiang Kuohai kicked the man in black who was kneeling in front of him hard, and cursed: "A bunch of trash, dozens of people went to kill a child, and they escaped with just a few of you! One of them is just a kid.
Sanyu, who is in the middle of the second rank, can almost annihilate your entire army?"
Beside him, a feminine young man had veins popping out on his forehead, looking a little hysterical, "I asked Butler Xing to take you there, but you left him and came back by yourself? Do you know how much energy I spent on winning him over?
Time! Several years of my hard work have been wasted. What should I do with you?"
"Master, have mercy, Master, have mercy!" The man in black kneeling on the ground hurriedly kowtowed and begged for mercy, "It's not that I left Butler Xing and fled for my life, but there was actually a face in Li Xin'an's group. When Butler Xing saw him, he mentioned
The knife rushed forward and I couldn't stop him, so Butler Xing was killed by that man."
"What a joke! Lao Xing is such a shrewd person, who can make him lose his temper and act impulsively?" Li Zheng sneered.
The man in black said tremblingly: "Old...master's chief of staff...Zhang..."
"Zhang Siyuan?"
Li Zheng's eyes widened, he rushed over and grabbed the collar of the man in black, and asked through gritted teeth: "Did you see clearly?"
"The younger one saw it very clearly, it was him! Zhang Siyuan was restrained for a while by a general who wielded an axe. Butler Xing drew his knife and ran up, but he didn't expect that the general was hit in the head by Zhang Siyuan in just a moment.
, and killed Butler Xing with one strike of his hand."
Li Zheng let go of his hand weakly, stumbled back, knocked on the table, and sat down. His eyes were blank, and he murmured: "It's over... it's over..."
Jiang Kuohai looked at his frustrated nephew and felt a little confused. Logically speaking, although Li Zheng was a coward, he wouldn't be so frightened.
How capable is a staff leader?
Jiang Kuohai had also met Zhang Siyuan, but in his impression he was just a stooped old man. The person Li Linfu really relied on was Mr. Qi Qi Bo, and he didn't know why he got the position of Chief of Staff of the Li Mansion.
"Zheng'er, what is the identity of Zhang Siyuan that makes you so afraid?"
Jiang Kuohai bent down and tried to pull Li Zheng up, but Li Zheng's body was stuck to the ground like a puddle of mud.
"Uncle, do you know about Blood Clothes Hall?" Li Zheng said with a pale expression.
Jiang Kuohai nodded, he naturally knew about Xueyitang. When he heard Li Zheng say these words, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, "You mean..."
"Half a month ago, the armored sect Chu Yingsheng assassinated his father and was severely injured by the blood-clothed hall master. Then he was killed by many sergeants and the Mo Dao team. The blood-clothed hall master... was Zhang Siyuan!"
Jiang Kuohai was shocked and exclaimed: "How is that possible!"
Just him? A rickety old man who looks like he could be killed with one punch?
"Why is he next to Li Xin'an?"
"How do I know?" Li Zheng sighed, "It seems that father still hasn't let go of that little bastard. He has obviously left!"
He suddenly stood up, took Jiang Kuohai's hand, and said anxiously: "Uncle, Li Xin'an and Zhang Siyuan both know Butler Xing, and they also know that Butler Xing is my person. Will they...will they come to take revenge on me?
!That Zhang Siyuan is a first-class master, but I am just a bug in his eyes!"
Jiang Kuohai comforted him: "Don't worry, they all have their faces covered. I believe Zhang Siyuan would not be idle to see their faces. Even if he did, with so many people dead, he might not happen to see Butler Xing.
Don’t scare yourself.”
"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens!"
"What are you afraid of!" Jiang Kuohai frowned and shouted: "He Li Xin'an is the son of the prime minister, but you are not? He has even moved out of Li's house, but you live in Li's house, Zhang Siyuan still dares to attack you
?”
"I think this matter will be left alone."
He sighed, "It's a pity that I didn't get the sword, and I caught up with two brothers."
A look of embarrassment appeared on Li Zheng's face, "But... even if they don't retaliate against me, there's no guarantee they won't track you down, uncle. After all, the power of the Blood Clothes Hall is so huge. If Zhang Siyuan deals with you -"
"He dares!" Jiang Kuohai snorted coldly, "I am the commander of the Beiya Imperial Army appointed by the Holy One, and I am also the Prime Minister's confidant. No matter how powerful he is in the Blood Clothes Hall, he still has to obey the Prime Minister's orders. I don't believe it, Prime Minister
I will kill my close friends for the sake of a son who has left home."
If Mr. Qi Qi Bo were here, he would definitely laugh at him and ask him if he had forgotten what he said to him.
Anyone can hold the position of Commander of the Imperial Guard.
Blood-clothed Hall Master
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Can anyone have the first-level realm?
Jiang Kuohai had already forgotten these words. He glanced at his frustrated nephew suspiciously and sighed in his heart: Does this bastard know how to care about me?
"Zheng'er, you should go back home first." Jiang Kuohai's voice became gentle, "Don't worry, uncle, this place is impregnable. Zhang Siyuan alone can't do much."
Li Zheng nodded, told Jiang Kuohai that his uncle should be more careful, and left in panic. When Jiang Kuohai sent him out, he quietly kicked the man in black kneeling on the ground with his toes on the head. The man groaned and his body went limp.
fell to the ground.
Jiang Kuohai ordered someone to pull the body down. Looking at the empty room again, he sneered: "Blood Clothes Hall? How can it be compared to my Right Shenwu Army!"
"I'm going to decide on those two swords!"
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When Li Xin'an returned to Pei Min again, it was already two days later.
For the past two days, he had been practicing the Secret Killing Wuji technique of the Xueyi Hall in the underground cave of the wild temple, and his body was bruised and bruised.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Siyuan was so kind to Li Xin'an, but he was merciless when he taught martial arts.
So when Pei Min, Chang Yu, and Helan watched Li Xin'an, who had two bruised eyes and one cheek swollen, dragging "Bai Hong" back, they couldn't help laughing.
Helan took out the medicine and gently applied it to Li Xin'an's bruises. Pei Min asked with a smile: "Did you learn anything at the Blood Clothes Hall?"
Li Xin'an nodded stiffly, "Hidden Kill Wuji Kung Fu, Grandpa Zhang said that I only learned 20% of the 100%."
"Fortunately, I learned 20% in two days, which is pretty good."
Li Xin'an smiled bitterly and said: "Grandpa Zhang said that the Wuji Kung Fu of Hidden Killing is a skill for killing people. It requires constant killing and drinking blood to be sublimated. Otherwise, it is basically impossible to improve the state. I learned it as a skill to hide my whereabouts. Really
To fight against the enemy, I need the swordsmanship taught by you."
Pei Min nodded, "As the number one killer organization in the world, the Blood Clothes Hall is naturally very good at concealment. When your injury... gets better, I will teach you swordsmanship."
Li Xin'an was just about to say that he was fine now, but as he continued to move, the bruises on his back felt another sharp pain. He roared and had to give up.
Sanyu interjected: "Speaking of concealment skills, I remembered one thing. The Khitan wolf slave who took the sword relied on a concealment technique to hide in the rain curtain, which gave me a very headache."
"That's nothing strange." Pei Min said, "The Khitan has a vast territory and has invaded the Tang Dynasty many times and plundered many martial arts secrets. It is normal for a wolf slave to know these tricks."
"That's not what I'm confused about." Sanyu scratched his head, "That Khitan wolf slave can talk."
"What?" Pei Min became interested.
"I heard that Khitan wolf slaves are all selected from their tribes when they are young, and their tongues are cut out to ensure their loyalty. How can there be wolf slaves who can talk?"
"That's not a wolf slave, that's a wolf master."
"The owner of the wolf slave?"
"Exactly."
"But, he has a tattoo of a wolf slave on his head." Sanyu was puzzled.
"If the Wolf Lord's tribe is captured by others, then as the leader of the tribe, he will be executed. But in some cases, he will become the new wolf slave and respect the wolf Lord who defeated him as his master. The wolf slave you are facing,
He is probably the wolf master of a small tribe in Khitan."
Pei Min stretched out and said, "I didn't expect such a high-profile person to come to Chang'an City. It seems that there is a deep secret in this Khitan spy case, but that is not something I can care about."
He said seriously: "Peace of mind, the Ministry of War issued a document this morning. The war in Tubo has changed. It was originally scheduled to start in the spring of next year, but it has changed to the end of winter this year. I originally wanted to spend New Year's Eve in Chang'an City, but now it seems that it will not be possible in consecutive years.
If we can't pass it, we have to leave Beijing, and we only have less than two months left."
"So as my master, I have to teach you the art of swordsmanship as soon as possible."
"Then... what about the future?" Li Xin'an looked troubled, "I can't go to the Tibetan front line with you, right? If you go and never come back - I mean you can't come back for a year or two, then wouldn't I become a loser again?
Are there any children left?”
"Master Rong, please think about this matter again." Pei Min sighed, "These are just flesh wounds. If they heal quickly, you can learn swordsmanship in the next two days."
Helan smiled and said: "Don't worry, Mr. Pei Min, I still have confidence in my medical skills. Apply the ointment I prepared, and Xing'an will be alive and kicking tomorrow."
After saying that, she reached out to lift Li Xin'an's clothes.
"What are you doing!" Li Xin'an blushed and hurriedly wrapped up his clothes.
Pei Min's eyes flashed, he smiled, and said nothing.
"Apply medicine, otherwise how can the injury on your back be cured?" Helan blinked her two big innocent eyes and said, "I will have to take off my pants soon."
"No need, I'll do it myself." Li Xin'an shook his head repeatedly.
Helan still wanted to talk, but Li Xin'an quickly changed the subject, "Hey, why haven't I seen Wu Xiang?"
"Oh, the night he came back, he said he wanted to go back to Li's Mansion. He stayed there all day. He just came back last night. I don't know what happened, but he slept until now." Chang Yu replied.
"Great, I'll go see him." Li Xin'an jumped off the chair, grabbed the ointment from Helan's hand, and escaped from Helan's clutches as fast as he could, and went to find Wu Xiang.
Sanyu was left with a look of regret, "Why doesn't this kid know how to enjoy happiness?"