"Want to fight to death? I understand clearly that I will not let you take him away~!" The middle-aged man stood sideways, unwavering.
"Old friend, I really don't want to fight you, but I have to take this child away. You have already killed one of the two brothers, so let this one go~!" the man in black robe advised earnestly.
"Okay, you can let him go. If he leaves, you can stay and follow me back to eldest brother's grave. I'll see how you explain to eldest brother~!" the middle-aged man said. "Old friend, you know, I am
I won’t go back, so why don’t you just treat me as dead?” The man in black robe repeatedly backed down.
"When you died? For so many years, I dreamed about them every night. No matter how hard or how frustrating it was, I survived. Only the two of us were sent out back then. There has been no news from you. I thought
You are no longer alive~! I hold back my strength,
I work hard, I fight, just to avenge the deep hatred, but now you look away, you let me treat you as dead~!" The popular middle-aged voice was trembling. "Old friend, you can't think of it, it's yours
But, today I am here to take him away~!"
The sound of people boiling and horses neighing was getting closer and closer. Some monks from Jinchan Temple stood a few meters away from the battlefield with water basins and looked at each other in disbelief. The ascetics kept mumbling, but did not dare to take a step forward.
Fortunately, this bell tower is in the backyard of Jinchan Temple.
Most of the buildings here are warehouses and sutra buildings, and there were not many casualties. However, this sudden incident destroyed half of the temple. The ascetics were angry, scared, and did not dare to speak.
Can watch from a distance.
The man in black robe obviously felt that this place was receiving more and more attention. He waved his sleeves and said, "Old friend, the city guards will be here soon. I'll take the first step~!" As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black robe
Without waiting for the middle-aged man to agree, he turned around, pulled Sma Leiming over, and shouted softly: "Let's go~!"
"Don't even think about it~!" As soon as the man in black robe said that he was leaving, the middle-aged man's body moved. However, when he rushed forward, the middle-aged man's body stagnated for two or three seconds.
It was enough for the man in black robe to turn around and pull Sima Leiming and fly away~!
"You, you?!" The middle-aged man's eyes were splitting, and he was extremely angry. The man in black robe ran as far as the middle-aged man could catch up, stood up, and said: "Old friend, there are many things in this world besides revenge.
There are more important things waiting for you to do, so let's say goodbye and take care~!" After saying that, the man in black robe moved his lips softly, and suddenly, a shocking scene appeared.
The man in black robe stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air. It was like opening a door in the empty air. Then, the man in black robe pulled Sma Leiming into the door. The door closed, and everything
It returned to normal again, as if nothing happened.
Long Yu was surprised and grabbed forward, but there was nothing in the handful of air. The middle-aged man stopped chasing him because he knew that he could not catch up with the man in black robe.
Turning around, the middle-aged man muttered a few words quietly and walked towards Long Yu with a depressed expression. The middle-aged man deliberately lowered his voice, so that Long Yu could only vaguely hear something like a space traveler, and the strange expression of the man in black robe.
As soon as it disappeared, Long Yu was shocked. Could it be space magic? But it has been nearly a thousand years since space magic disappeared~!
A thousand years of time can annihilate many things, and it is normal for the world to change. As for space magic, it has really never appeared again after the Thousand Years of War. Except for the alchemists, there are still one or two methods for making space props.
In addition, all traces of space magic have completely disappeared. For thousands of years, no documents and unofficial history have recorded its reappearance. But now, this magic that has not appeared for thousands of years has been seen by Long Yu. How could it be possible?
Let him not be surprised.
Walking up to Long Yu, the middle-aged man looked at Long Yu's eyes full of questions and said: "Don't ask, don't ask anything. You will know everything when you should know. When you shouldn't know, you will know."
It will only bring trouble." A single sentence silenced Long Yu's full of questions. Long Yu swallowed helplessly and said, "Senior, can you tell me your name, and,
Why do you want to help me?"
The middle-aged man smiled slightly, a little reluctantly. Maybe the appearance of the man in black gave him a huge blow, "Don't worry about who I am. The city guards have arrived at the street corner. I'll divert them away. You
Go around the front yard and find a way to leave. This place is very close to where you live. You can go back with confidence, there won't be any more danger?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man lightly stomped his feet and floated backwards. His toes touched the ground. After a few ups and downs, he left Long Yu's sight. Long Yu shook his head. These seniors have really good tempers.
Weird, he didn't say anything about what he was doing, and he kept his words secretive. With a slight tone of voice, Long Yu used the real energy that he finally recovered a little to perform Qinggong and left the battlefield.
Kanbuer was very depressed. As the Qian Commander of the Yibin City Guards, he not only had more than a thousand equipment elves and trained elite soldiers, but his uncle was also one of the four richest people in Yibin. Therefore, he was in Yibin here.
He is considered to be a person of higher status. As a native of Yibin, Kanbul has been serving as president for no less than three years. In the past three years, Yibin has become more prosperous and public security has become better day by day. Therefore, Kanbul's life has also been good.
It's getting more comfortable day by day.
No, tonight, Kanbul just bought a bonus for an upright official at the largest Hualou Four Seasons Pavilion in Yibin. Before he could take off his pants, he was interrupted by his subordinates who came in a hurry. The subordinates came to report to him.
There seemed to be a large-scale battle in the eastern district under his jurisdiction. Jinchan Temple was on fire. As soon as he heard the news, Kanbul immediately went into battle and returned to the Yamen. The soldiers hurried over before they were all ordered.
Yibin has been peaceful for three years since he took office. This accident actually happened at Jinchan Temple. Kanbul broke out in a cold sweat. This Jinchan Temple is the spiritual sustenance of the people of Yibin City. If there is something good there, he
I guess it would be difficult to explain in front of the governor.
Kanbul rode on the speeding beast and drove forward with all his strength. Behind him were two teams of heavily armored knights, about a hundred people in total. Behind the knights were four rows of soldiers with bright armor, and the armored spears were firing as they ran.
A neat tinkling sound.
After finally arriving at the street corner, Campbell took a quick look and his eyes nearly popped out of his sockets. The Jinchan Temple in front of him was completely different from what he had remembered.
This used to be the backyard of Jinchan Temple. Outside the courtyard was a spacious road that could drive five carriages abreast. The courtyard walls were made of red lacquer and gold tiles. Moreover, the iconic bell tower was built by the Yibin gentry in conjunction with the Yamen and spent more than a hundred dollars.
Ten thousand gold coins were made by skilled craftsmen. Every morning, the melodious sound of the bell can be heard throughout the huge city of Yibin. Even Kanbul himself has become accustomed to using the bell as his daily alarm clock.
But now, the perfect picture that was engraved in my mind before is like a beautiful painting that has been rubbed and smeared in half. The entire backyard of Jinchan Temple and the road outside are completely barren.
There were large pits with black smoke and moisture everywhere, and ruins and broken tiles covered the ground. The scene in front of us was indescribably desolate and miserable.
Campbell murmured: "What's going on?" Suddenly, a figure flew out of the dilapidated temple, and the deputy hurriedly shouted: "Master, there is someone~!" Campbell looked up and saw a figure heading towards him.
People rushed over.
Campbell gritted his teeth and said angrily in his heart, no matter who you are, if you ruin this place, I want you to look good~! Campbell calmly raised a hand and ordered: "Archers, prepare~!" "Crash!" The cavalry
The barge horses moved out of the way, and a group of fifty or so archers quickly arrived in front of Kanbul. They lined up to form a line of defense, nocked arrows and drew their bows to aim at the black figure that rushed out.
The speed of the black shadow was not very fast. It seemed that it was giving them time to prepare. It jumped forward slowly and slowly. Seeing that the distance was about the same, Campbell put his hand down fiercely and shouted coldly: "Let go~!"
There was a "swish, swish" sound, and a bunch of long arrows pounced on the black shadow like locusts.
I saw the black shadow not escaping, but still jumping forward with a few steps, following an irregular route, and the arrows seemed to have eyes, all bypassing the black shadow. The archers again
After nocking an arrow and drawing the bow, waiting for the order, Kanbul shouted: "Shoot", and another arrow branch rushed towards the black shadow like a shower. But what was surprising was that those arrow branches were once again extremely natural.
Hidden away by the shadow.
Campbell pulled off the head of the speeding beast and calmly ordered: "The crossbowmen move forward, the cavalry prepares, and the armored men build a defense line~!" The archers quickly retreated, and a group of crossbowmen in light armor stood beside the cavalry.
Behind him, soldiers wearing heavy armor and long spears lined up, forming a defensive formation with the crossbowmen in an orderly manner. The team leaned against the street and guarded the entire road tightly.
Pulling out the heavy sword slung on his mount, Campbell took off the visor on his helmet, struck his heavily armored chest hard with the handle of the sword, and let out a roar: "Great wind~! Ho, ho.
, Roar~!" The knight behind him made the same move, beating his chest with the handle of his long sword.
Shout: "Great wind~! Roar, roar, roar~!" The soldiers lined up behind the cavalry beat their shields with their spears rhythmically, and shouted the same, matching the voices of the knights, shouting neatly.
The sound was particularly loud on the noisy and chaotic street.
Almost in an instant, the soldiers who seemed nothing special just now suddenly transformed, their morale was high, and the momentum of hundreds of people gathered together was overwhelming, which actually shook the leisurely and contented middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly and praised in his heart. He never expected that in the hinterland of the empire, Yibin, where life was affluent, would have such brave soldiers. These local soldiers, who have always been regarded as veteran soldiers, rarely have such brave soldiers who can compete with the frontiers.
Looking at the momentum of the escort, the middle-aged man looked at the knight who was leading the charge, and thought to himself, as the saying goes, one soldier is like a raging army, and a general is like a raging den. If he can lead the army like this, it seems that this person is not simple.
Pulling down the mask, Kanbul fell into a state of complete shielding from the outside world. He didn't think about any wealth or status. All he wanted was to rush forward and destroy the enemy. It was this indomitable courage and
With his own considerable strength, Kanbul was able to become the Chief Qian of the Yibin City Guards at the age of only twenty-four. The Chief Qian was ranked in the fourth rank of Cong. In the local area, his official position was second only to the third rank of the governor and the third rank of the capital.
Lieutenant's senior official.
book.
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