A black gold carriage was moving forward in Qilin Alley.
An old man with thick eyebrows wearing a dark green ancient robe that was neither gold nor jade was thinking quietly with his eyes squinted.
He is Hu Shenfu, and it was the many things he did before the founding of Yunqin that made him sit behind the curtain and made the Hu family one of the super powerful families.
Although what Jiang Yanchi said in front of the imperial study today would definitely make most officials in the court think it was excessive, in his opinion, Jiang Yanchi had fully taken into account the overall situation, and Jiang Yanchi's performance had already
Let them breathe a sigh of relief.
The Emperor has the Holy Emperor Sword. In the eyes of most people in Yunqin, the Holy Will is God's will. But for these people, the country is governed by law, and there is no rule without rules. If Changsun Jinse's performance is the same as in their minds
If their status could surpass that of the late emperor, they would naturally carry out any decree of Sun Jinse without hesitation.
The bottom line naturally exists.
For old people like them, the bottom line is the word "auxiliary ministers". No matter how much power they have, they are always ministers, and they must always admit that Yunqin belongs to the Changsun family.
On the emperor's side, the bottom line is that the disaster will not harm the family or his children.
This was not a tacit understanding, but an oral order when the late emperor died of illness and summoned the nine of them and their eldest grandson Jinse to the dragon bed.
Twenty years before the founding of Yunqin, the number of cultivators in Yunqin was less than eleven. The lower the military force in Yunqin, the more dangerous the battles. To conquer the largest empire in the world from a single country, I don’t know how many difficulties it has to go through.
In imaginary battles, figures in the marketplace can form a close friendship with the emperor. The emperor's status and strength were low before he became emperor. It is also conceivable that the night attack in the long alley during the heavy rain that night, this kind of friendship between the marketplace.
It is true that the war was not once or twice. Not only Jiang Yanchi, but also the other eight old people, how could the former emperor's life-saving grace and founding contribution be reduced by some glory and wealth.
The former Changsun Jinse still adhered to this bottom line and waited until the old man surnamed Huang died before relegating the Huang family to some distant places. Therefore, even if he secretly reached an agreement with Hu Piyi and let Hu Piyi betray the Hu family, Hu would be betrayed.
The roof beam of the house was broken, and the Hu family and the other elderly people in the black gold carriage did not react excessively.
If they really did not understand the bottom line and did not understand the overall situation, I am afraid that the late emperor and Dean Zhang would not have allowed them to get into such a carriage.
After all, just as Jiang Yanchi said, the current huge empire that they are proud of was built by them, the old people, at a cost that most people could not imagine. They have no idea about this.
The feelings of the empire are far beyond those of ordinary officials.
However, after the Huang family and the Wen family retreated, and Zhou Shoufu left, the emperor seemed to have forgotten this bottom line as his power expanded extremely.
No explanation is needed at all. When the emperor ordered Zhang Qiuxuan and some of the power he had accumulated to enter Biluo Mausoleum, he had already decided to go on a killing spree. If there was a chance to eradicate the entire Jiang family, he would not hesitate.
It's just that he may have really forgotten the fact that Jiang Yanchi is a figure in the world at heart.
In addition to the apparent power of the Criminal Division, he is still the eldest brother of many old figures in the world of Zhongzhou City.
So this matter depends on the emperor's next attitude.
As long as the emperor continues to do something that crosses the line, someone like Jiang Yanchi, who has already made his attitude clear, will definitely go on a killing spree in Zhongzhou City without mercy!
And the rest of them will definitely break with the emperor.
"Since ancient times, things have always been done without destruction. But are we really so impatient? When we all die of old age, it will be too late to use gentler methods?"
Hu Fuden listened to the sound of cicadas outside the carriage and murmured softly. He looked at the wrinkles and black age spots on the skin of his hands that could not be avoided no matter how good the tonic or the level of cultivation was. He thought sarcastically, this
After what happened today, the young emperor will probably no longer be so stupid.
However, at this moment, in the hot morning when many officials were still gathering outside the palace gate, discussing what should be done, the eyes of the old man with thick eyebrows in the carriage were like two balls of fire.
It suddenly started to burn.
Just behind his black gold carriage, followed a large sedan with a red top. At this moment, the sedan suddenly shook, and the four attendants carrying the sedan all let out a muffled groan. An old one, like
Huang Jade's claw-like hands opened the door curtain of the sedan, as if letting the breath from somewhere penetrate into the sedan, and as if waiting for the order of the black gold carriage.
"Go to Changming Lane! The fastest!"
Hu Fuden's sharp shout suddenly sounded. The moment it sounded, the yellow jade hand that opened the sedan door curtain disappeared. Because the owner of this hand had turned into a yellow stream of light, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air, heading due south.
Quickly plunder.
All the golden runes on the black gold carriage began to shine, emitting streaks of golden light like gossamers.
The entire car body seemed to suddenly become countless times lighter, and the horses dragging the carriage began to run wildly.
The seven black gold carriages have already gone their separate ways, far away from the imperial city.
In the huge Zhongzhou City, these seven huge and majestic black gold carriages are only equivalent to seven drops of water.
The officials in front of the palace were either shocked, angry, hesitant, worried, or crying. However, Zhongzhou City outside the palace area was still very peaceful and peaceful.
Some people were walking around the streets collecting scrap metal. Some people were making candy and attracted many children. They were starting to heat candy. Many people were just walking into the breakfast shop. Some people wanted to sleep in but their mothers-in-law were yelling at them...
However, it seems that at this moment, like a piece of calm lens being broken, there are suddenly many sharp cracks in the calm, blood is cut, and wind and thunder are roaring.
In Changming Lane, the black gold carriage where Jiang Yanchi was sitting had stopped.
The dozens of people gathered outside the black gold carriage were cold and extremely angry.
The sound of a powerful machine spring sounded, and the sharp sound of rain-like cold crossbow arrows tearing through the air was ear-piercing, shooting at the black gold carriage from all directions.
Right in front of the black gold carriage stood a man with white hair over his shoulders and wearing a snow-white mask.
A clear dragon roar sounded at the moment when the powerful mechanical spring sounded. A middle-aged scribe in blue shirt who was following Jiang Yanchi's black gold carriage on foot buzzed out of its sheath and turned into a piece in the air.
Qingxia swept away half of the fallen metal crossbow arrows, and with a flick of her fingers, she suddenly moved several times faster and slashed at the strange white-haired and white-masked practitioner on the road ahead.
Brother Li Zhenshi, who had followed Jiang Yanchi through countless stabbing battles, had died in the Prajna Corridor.
Xu Tianwang, who was third in the rank of Criminal Division but ranked first in cultivation and had just broken through to the Saint rank, was also dead.
However, people like Jiang Yanchi still have a Saint Master beside them, a powerful Sword Master.
Under the cold and reflective crossbow arrows, not one of the dozens of attendants outside the black gold carriage fell down.
Although the sword light was as fast as azure clouds, it still carried an aura of leisure as it flew towards the white-haired and white-masked practitioner.
The practitioner's white hair suddenly floated up.
The middle-aged scribe in blue shirt who was wielding the sword took a sudden breath.
Countless strands of white hair, like countless tiny arms, instantly entangled in the azure-like sword light!
The aura of the green-robed scribe trembled, and the sword light was like a large pen dipped in green ink, instantly cutting off countless white hairs that were tougher than steel needles.
However, in just this moment, countless practitioners with broken white hair had turned around.
There is a short golden hammer in his hand.
There was a loud "dang" sound.
The golden short hammer struck heavily on the flying sword like blue clouds.
A piece of sunflower-like golden lightning spread along the thin body of the flying sword.
The flying sword fell heavily to the ground.
With a "pop" sound, the green-shirted scribe spurted a cloud of blood mist from his mouth.
Although the flying sword is separated from the cultivator's body, when the holy master wields the sword with all his strength, the body's soul power is closely connected with the flying sword. This strike that defeats his flying sword will definitely cause him damage.
This kind of injury is naturally unlikely to be fatal.
However, at this moment, a man holding a Xiao standing next to him reached out and pulled out a long thorn from the Xiao. Just as blood spurted from his mouth, it pierced his heart and mouth.
, the white thorns as sharp and slender as the tail finger of a beautiful woman penetrated the heart of this holy master and emerged from the chest!
An angry roar boomed out from the black gold carriage.
In the life-and-death conflict between powerful practitioners, it is normal for injuries to occur. Even Saint Masters are prepared to be injured. However, the person who killed this Saint Master now was not a powerful opponent, but someone from
One of our own!
The blue-shirted scribe did not expect that his usually trusted colleague would become his assassin. Between the unbelievable panic and anger, and the moment he knew that he was about to die, he also launched a decisive counterattack. All the souls in his body
Power spurted out from the five fingers that were swung backwards.
The face of the man holding the Xiao turned blood red, his body was flying back, and the short Xiao in his hand became five pieces.
In his perception, he was able to avoid the last counterattack of the blue-shirted scribe.
However, at this moment, several shrill cicada chirps sounded.
The abdomens of several silent yellow cicadas on a tree beside the road exploded, and several cracks invisible to outsiders suddenly appeared in his heart, and his whole body froze.
He knew that Jiang Yanzhi was a powerful practitioner, but after the founding of Yunqin, no one had seen Jiang Yanzhi's actions, but no one knew that his cultivation was so powerful and weird.
Five strands of nearly exhausted sword energy swept across his body. The body of the practitioner who had assassinated a holy master instantly became many segments and fell from the air.
Blood spread in the air and on the ground.
The air around the black gold carriage suddenly became distorted visible to the naked eye.
Directly in front of the black gold carriage, there was a clanking sound like the tip of a metal knife being struck by fingers, while from the sides and rear of the black gold carriage, only a strange buzzing sound was heard.
The cultivator, whose white hair had been cut off, shouted loudly, and the white mask on his face cracked, revealing an old face with no nose and only two nostrils with white bones.
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(Tomorrow, some book club managers and friends will come to Wuxi to gather and discuss this year’s Red Flower Club and Sinmi offline activities. We are planning to hold two offline book club gatherings this year. Do you have experience, but want to do something?
It has to be more formal and interesting. I have friends from far away, so I have a little less time to code. No accident, starting from tomorrow to the 20th, the update will be changed to two chapters. If there is me in bad condition or Wuxi introduced
The possibility of tourist attractions taking advantage of their laziness to let go may be slightly reduced until after the 20th, and they will try to continue the third update.)
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