The spring air brings out the beauty of the mountains, the gentle wind touches the water and makes gentle waves. In the music and songs of the three thousand worlds, the twelve capitals are in splendor.
Chang'an during the Tianbao period was indeed prosperous and full of smiles.
In Wubenfang Imperial College, Li and Zhang, who had been suffering for a whole day, finally heard the sound of drums for the end of school.
After a hurried dinner, it was already dusk. The two young men, who had changed into short casual clothes, and under the waiter of the boy Afu, met for a "fun tour to enjoy the moon". The beautiful scenery and the moonlight were as beautiful as the sun. They were envied by all the classmates.
Under their gaze, the two quickly jumped onto the pre-booked carriage and "traveled and sang" all the way through the frost-covered ground.
In a short while, the two of them came to the famous spring viewing plain slope in Chang'an City. Just ten days before the Qingming Festival, Leyouyuan (Note 1), which was originally crowded with tourists, became deserted. But the two young men had nothing to do.
In the mood of enjoying the spring outing, he climbed up the original slope in a hurry. Zhang Yanji breathed heavily, and the sweat on his forehead became cold under the late spring evening breeze. He was so excited that he trembled.
A chill.
"Brother Kuo'er, it's really cold at night in Leyouyuan. We're so thinly dressed that we won't get wet and get cold." Zhang Yanji murmured in a low voice with his arms folded and a grin on his face.
Ignoring his friend's complaints, Li Kuo walked forward: "Don't talk too much. How can you behave in such complicated clothes?"
"Oh." Zhang Yanji lowered his head and followed closely behind Li Kuo.
Except for the Lantern Festival every year, Chang'an implements a curfew in accordance with the law, and Leyouyuan is no exception. But the curfew only targets ordinary people. Nobles from aristocratic families and relatives of the emperor are not included in this prohibition. The eldest son of the Minister of Industry
I went on a spring outing with my classmates from the Imperial College to admire the moon, and no one who was not interested would come forward to interrogate me to disappoint me.
Qinglong Temple was built in the previous dynasty. Although it experienced wars in the late Sui Dynasty, it was not seriously affected. After the Dingding of this dynasty, it was repaired by Taizong and Gaozong. Qinglong Temple has become one of the largest temples in Chang'an City. It is said that the fortune-teller here
It was very effective. Every morning, a large number of Chang'an people would come to make wishes and ask for fortune-telling. For a time, the incense and prosperity were flourishing.
At night, Qinglong Temple looks like a picturesque little temple, stripped of all the prosperity of the world. The ancient trees are gloomy, the sounds of birds are mixed, and one or two Sanskrit chants come from the temple occasionally, accompanied by the dim light of the oil sheep lamp, which seems to be telling a story
Dynasties change, and the world changes with helpless rise and fall.
Li Kuo rushed to the foot of an old locust tree, bowed his hands to the three people five feet away and said, "It's easy to find a thousand taels of gold when the time comes."
The leader moved his lips slightly and continued: "It's hard to get a bottle of wine on credit."
"Brother Nan!" Li Kuo said loudly with secret joy in his heart.
"Shh." He gestured to the young man, and Nan Jiyun said softly: "Brother Dezi, I brought it to you. We will hide behind the dry well outside the backyard wall of the temple in a while. If the situation changes, we can be there in time.
Accept him.
Seeing Dezi's twinkling and wandering eyes, Li Kuo felt sad. He held his friend's hands and said, "Don't be afraid. Your seventh brother and elder brother Nan are watching you from a distance. People from the Qingke League will be here soon."
If you have evil thoughts in your heart, just run in the direction of the dry well, and nothing will happen to you."
With a slight nod, Feng Deen finally plucked up the courage and walked towards the bamboo forest promised in the letter.
The bamboo forest was not very lush, perhaps because no one had pruned it for a long time. The moso bamboos were growing crookedly, and occasionally there were one or two strange-shaped shrubs. From time to time, a few old birds would startle from them, emitting a terrifying and mournful cry.
Feng Deen walked along a path towards the forest, and within a moment he saw a bunch of jumping firelight. The firelight flickered and even had a touch of blue phosphorescence, revealing an indescribable strangeness.
spirit.
Feng Deen's back was already soaked. He knew very well what this bonfire meant. His Highness was angry because he had not fulfilled the promise of a young guest. It was not that he was afraid of death, but that he did not want to die. In the Jingzhao Mansion Tianlao
In these days, he saw his companions being tortured and ravaged by various tortures. He watched the living lives disappear from his eyes one by one. At that moment, he felt that death was extremely close to him. But he could not die! He
He still has an elderly mother who needs to be supported, and he also has two underage sisters. He wants to watch them get married, and he wants to help them sit in the sedan chair...
It's not that he has never thought about dying, and he has no way to repay His Highness's kindness. However, there are too many things in this world that he deserves to miss. As soon as he closes his eyes, he can see the wrinkles in the corners of his mother's eyes, the two sisters.
Sweet dimples on cheeks...
He broke his promise to His Highness and abandoned his responsibilities as a guest, so when he saw the letter, he came without any hesitation. Today, is today the day when the Lord will punish him? He smiled bitterly, "That's right."
Let him come as he comes. Since His Highness no longer trusts him, what's the point of living in this world?
The night was really deep, and the cold air soaked Feng De'end's temples. He tightened his clothes tightly, took two steps, and walked towards the clearing in the forest without hesitation. That was fate, and he couldn't resist it.
No.
"You're finally here." A middle-aged man wearing a ghost mask in the middle of the open space said coldly, without any emotion.
"Yes, I am ashamed of my lord and have come here to receive my punishment."
Suddenly, the young man noticed a dozen corpses placed at his feet, and after careful identification, they turned out to be his companions from the Qingke League.
Taking two steps back slightly, the young man said in a trembling voice: "Didn't they die in the prison?"
"What value does a dead person have? He just happened to be burned with you! Ha, ha, ha. Since you had the courage to come here, why didn't you commit suicide in prison? Do you know that the Lord is very disappointed with you, very disappointed!"
The young man suddenly straightened his neck, straightened his spine, and said loudly: "I have not been sorry to the Lord, no! I did not say a word in prison. I am sorry to the Lord, and I am sorry to the Qingkemeng!"
The ghost-faced man snorted coldly: "What's the point of talking about this now? You should know what to do."
The young man knew that no matter what he said, it would be in vain, so he closed his eyes tightly and stopped struggling: "Hurry up and give me a good time."
"Okay!" The ghost-faced man shouted, and he drew a long sword from his waist and stabbed the young man's chest with a shining cold light.
"Get out of the way!" Nan Jiyun dodged out of the air, accumulating strength and knocking the young man away. With a slight turn, Nan Jiyun stood firmly five steps away from the ghost-faced man with a little help from his toes.
"Give me your name. I, Nan Ba, will never kill nameless people!" Nan Jiyun spat lightly, and glanced at the ghost-faced man with contempt.
"Ha, ha, ha." The ghost-faced man raised his head and laughed, waving his hand to the forest: "If you don't overestimate your capabilities, kill him!"
Dozens of men in black instantly flashed out of the bamboo forest, holding standard repeating crossbows in their arms. The dark crossbow handle glowed with a strange silver color when illuminated by the bonfire.
"shoot!"
Short, simple, and powerful.
Dozens of repeating crossbows were fired at the same time, and the crossbow arrows shot out of the air and formed a dense net in the air. Mixed with the sound of the wind, they were scattered toward the southern sky.
The tearing atmosphere permeated the sky, carrying a strong murderous aura. Dozens of eagle-feathered short crossbow arrows struck at various vital parts of Nan Jiyun's body with a shocking force. The situation was extremely critical!
One hundred steps, fifty steps, fifteen steps!
"It's a little trick." Nan Jiyun drew out his sword! The end of the sword was as fast as a thunderbolt and as fast as lightning.
The simple knife drew a semicircle in the air, and fell like a meteor through the sky. At this moment, the knife connected with the person, and the person joined the knife. The handle of the knife was slightly buckled inward, drawing a slight arc, and it just stood horizontally on the chest.
.
Those short crossbow arrows will fall three steps in front of Nan Jiyun, forming a cold plum blossom, without missing a step or moving an inch!
The bamboo forest is eerily quiet, so quiet that you can hear the soft sound of shuttle leaves falling to the ground, the hissing of insects in late spring, and the fragile beating of everyone's heart.
With a tap of his left foot, Nan Jiyun took advantage of the momentum to rise up and draw a semicircle in the air. He charged up the force and slashed with his sword, heading straight for the ghost-faced man's face.
The sword was so swift that the ghost-faced man couldn't avoid it.
Leaning back slightly, the ghost-faced man took out a ruler belt from his waist and headed towards Pu Dao. With a slight roll, he rolled the extremely domineering Pu Dao around!
Through the cold moonlight, everyone could see clearly that the ruler belt was actually a soft sword, a peerless sword forged from fine steel that was tied around the waist!
The soft end of the sword was curled up like an inchworm and coiled like a dragon. The ghost-faced man only stirred it slightly, and most of Nan Jiyun's sword power was removed. With his right foot as the axis, a full circle was drawn, and the ghost-faced man's wrist
With a slight shake, the remaining sword energy was returned to the opponent, until Nan Jiyun was forced to rely on two moso bamboos to stand firm.
Nan Jiyun chuckled softly, shouted happily, then turned sideways and circled around the ghost-faced man.
Nan Ji Yun circled faster and faster, running faster and faster, and finally merged into a rainbow line. Every step he took, a bamboo was broken. When Nan Ji Yun circled around, the thirteen broken bamboos were like a chain of arrows.
It shot at the vital points of the ghost-faced man's body.
It turns out that although this soft sword is extremely fast and can be contracted freely, it is only better than melee combat. Nan Jiyun saw that he could not gain any advantage in close combat, so he came up with this strategy to force the ghost-faced man to reveal his flaws.
Even though the ghost-faced man had great skills, he was quite shocked by Nan Jiyun's blow. He turned his back and jumped backwards, and the ghost-faced man dodged twelve bamboo spears. The last bamboo spear was Yun's.
He used his divine power to rub the ghost-faced man's lower abdomen and drew it out, bringing up a trace of blood mist.
"Hiss." He stretched out his hand to cover the wound, but the ghost-faced man still sneered to himself: "Feng De'en, you can't run away. The Lord will not let you go, no." After saying that, he jumped up and left.
A point of fire.
It turns out that this open space has been sprinkled with green phosphorus, and as soon as the fire hits the ground, it sets off bursts of flames. The thick smoke drifts along the night wind, choking people and making them unable to breathe.
"Brother Nan, leave quickly, the smoke is poisonous!" Li Kuo and Lei Wanchun rushed over, shouting loudly.
"Yes!" He held Feng De'en, who was just recovering from the shock, with one hand and covered his mouth and nose with the other. Nan Jiyun exerted force under his feet and followed the two of them out of the bamboo forest.
That night, a raging fire broke out in the bamboo forest in the backyard of Qinglong Temple. The sapphire blue fire accompanied by light yellow smoke permeated the sky above Leyouyuan. The unique bitter smell of green phosphorus floated through Qinglong Temple along with the rotten smell of burnt corpses.
, floated to Zhuque Street, and floated to the palace of the Holy Emperor of Ming Dynasty in the Daming Palace.
Note 1: Leyou Plain: In the south of Chang'an (today's Xi'an), it was the highest land in Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty. Emperor Xuan of the Han Dynasty established the Leyou Temple, also known as Leyou Garden and Leyou Plain. You can climb it to see Chang'an City.
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