Spring is filled with beautiful mountains, and the wind is mixed with water and ripples. In the songs of the three thousand worlds, the twelve capitals are in the beautiful scenery.
During the Tianbao period, Chang'an was indeed prosperous and smiling like a song.
In the Imperial College of Wubenfang, Li and Zhang, who had been in trouble for a long time, finally heard the sound of drums coming to school.
After a hurry, it was already dusk. The two boys who had changed into short casual clothes, under the servitude of the servant Afu, made an appointment to "joy to enjoy the moon". The beautiful scenery was beautiful and the moon was as bright as a training. The students envied by their classmates.
Under their eyes, the two quickly jumped onto the pre-ordered carriage and walked away with the frost all over the ground.
In a moment, the two came to the famous spring-watching slope in Chang'an City. Just ten days after Qingming Festival, the originally crowded tourists, the originally crowded Youyuan (Note 1) became cold. But the two boys had nothing.
The interest in enjoying the spring strolls, he climbed up the original slope between dragons and tigers. Zhang Yanji was gasping for breath, and the sweat beads on his forehead were cold under the blew of the late Spring Festival Gala, which made him beat him up.
A chill.
"Brother Kuoer, this Leyou is really cold at night. We wear so thinly, it won't get damp and get cold." Zhang Yanji grinned in a low voice.
Ignoring his friend's complaints, Li Kuo walked forward: "Don't talk too much, how can you do it if you wear so complicatedly?"
"Oh." Zhang Yanji drooped his head and followed Li Kuo tightly.
In addition to the Chinese New Year Festival every year, Chang'an implemented a curfew according to the law, and Liyou was no exception. However, this curfew was only targeted at ordinary people. Aristocrats and royal relatives were not included in this ban. The eldest son of the Minister of Works
I was having a classmate in the Imperial College to enjoy the moon in spring, and there was no ignorant meeting to come forward to interrogate and disappoint.
Qinglong Temple was first built in the previous dynasty. Although it has experienced wars at the end of the Sui Dynasty, it has not been greatly affected. After the establishment of the tripod, it has been repaired by Emperor Taizong and Emperor Gaozong. Qinglong Temple has become one of the most large temples in Chang'an City. It is said that the signature here is
It is very effective. Every morning, a large number of Chang'an people come to make wishes and signs. For a time, the incense is in full swing and prosperous.
Qinglong Temple at night is like a small temple that is painted, fading away the prosperity of the world. The ancient trees are gloomy and the birds are mixed. Sometimes one or two Buddhist songs may come from the temple, accompanied by the lights of the dim oil sheep lamps seem to be telling.
The dynasties change, and the rise and fall of the world changes.
Li Kuo rushed to an old locust tree with a quick step, bowed to the three people five feet away and said, "It's time to come and find a thousand taels of gold."
The leader moved his lips slightly and continued: "It is difficult to get away with a pot of wine."
"Brother Nan!" Li Kuo said loudly in his heart.
"Shh." He made a gesture 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 outside the temple. If the situation changes, we can still be in time.
Receive him.
Seeing Dezi's flickering eyes, Li Kuo felt sad and held his friend's hands and said, "Don't be afraid, your little brother and brother Nan are both watching you from a distance. The Qingke League members will be there for a while.
If you have bad thoughts, you will run towards the dry well and there will be no trouble."
Nodding slightly, Feng Deen finally plucked up the courage to walk towards the bamboo forest agreed in the letter.
The bamboo forest is not very lush, perhaps because no one has pruned it for a long time. The bamboo grows crookedly, and sometimes one or two strange-shaped shrubs grow. Sometimes, a few old thorns startle and make sensational crys.
Feng De'en walked along a small path towards the forest. In a moment, he saw a cluster of jumping fire. The fire flashed and darkened, and even carried a blue phosphorescence, revealing an indescribable treacherous feeling.
The spirit.
Feng Deen's back was already wet. He knew too well what the bonfires meant. His Highness was angry and he did not fulfill his promise. It was not that he was afraid of death, but that he didn't want to die. He was in the Tianzhuo of Jingzhao Mansion
These days, he saw his companions being tortured and ravaged by various tortures. He watched the fresh lives disappear from his eyes. At that moment, he felt that death was extremely close to him. But he could not die!
There is also an elderly mother who needs to be supported, and he has two underage sisters. He wants to watch them get married, and he wants to help them sit in the sedan chair...
It was not that he had thought that he would not be able to repay His Highness's kindness for his knowledge. But, there were so many things he deserved to miss in this world. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the wrinkles at the corners of his mother's eyes and his sister.
Sweet cheeks dimples...
He broke his promise to His Highness and abandoned the responsibility of a young guest, so when he saw the letter, he came without hesitation. Today, is today the day for the Lord to punish him? He smiled bitterly, it should be
Let him come if you come. Since Your Highness no longer trusts himself, what is the point of living in this world?
It was really late at night, and the cold cold air soaked Feng Deende's temples. He tightened his clothes and took two steps. The boy walked towards the clearing in the forest without hesitation. That was fate, and he could not resist and resist.
No.
"You are 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 the Lord, so I will receive the punishment."
Suddenly, the boy noticed that there were more than a dozen corpses placed under his feet. He carefully identified that he was his companion of the Qingke League.
He took two steps back slightly, and the boy said tremblingly: "He, aren't they dead in the heavenly prison?"
"What's the value of a dead person? I just happened to burn it with you! Haha. Since you have the courage to come here, why didn't you commit suicide in prison? Do you know that the Lord is very disappointed with you!"
The young man suddenly straightened his neck, straightened his spine, and whispered: "I'm not sorry to the Lord, no! I didn't say a word in prison. I'm right to the Lord, right to the Qingke Alliance!"
The ghost-faced man snorted coldly: "What's the point of saying this now? You should know what to do."
The boy knew that it would be futile to say anything else, so he closed his eyes and stopped struggling: "You should do it quickly, give me some fun."
"Okay!" The ghost-faced man shouted, and he had already pulled out a long sword from his waist, and the cold light shone into the boy's chest.
"Doway!" Nan Jiyun flashed out of the air, and charged his strength to knock the boy away. He turned over and took the force to leverage his toes to Nan Jiyun stood steadily outside the ghost face man five steps away.
"Come on the name, Nan Ba never kills people with no surnames!" With a light spat, Nan Jiyun glanced at the ghost-faced man with contempt.
"Hahaha." The ghost-faced man raised his head and laughed, waved to the forest: "Overbial power, kill him!"
Dozens of men in black flashed out of the bamboo forest instantly, and all of them were holding a standard crossbow in their arms. The dark crossbow handle was shining by the bonfire, and a strange silver color appeared.
"shoot!"
Short, simple, powerful.
Dozens of crossbows were fired together, and the crossbow arrows broke out of the air and woven into a thick net, mixed with the sound of the wind scattering towards Nanjiyun.
The torn breath soaked in the sky, with a strong murderous aura. Dozens of short crossbow arrows attacked Nan Jiyun's body with a shocking momentum, and the form was critical!
One hundred steps, fifty steps, fifteen steps!
"A little trick to carving insects." Nan Jiyun used his sword! This sword was as fast as thunder and as fast as lightning.
The Pu knife drew a semicircle in the air, swaying like a meteor breaking through the air. At this moment, the knife connected to the person, and the knife handle slightly buckled inward, passing a subtle arc, just standing horizontally in front of the chest.
.
Those short crossbow arrows will fall three steps in front of Nan Jiyun, forming a cold plum blossom, without any mistakes!
The bamboo forest is surprisingly quiet, so quiet that you can hear the slight sound of the leaves falling to the ground, the hissing of insects in late spring, and the fragile beating of everyone's heart.
With a light click on his left foot, Nan Jiyun took advantage of the momentum and drew a semicircle in the air. He accumulated strength and slashed the sword straight towards the ghost-faced man's face.
This sword was so swift that the ghost-faced man was already unavoidable.
He leaned back slightly, and the ghost-faced man pulled out a bunch of straps from his waist and went toward Park Sword. With a slight roll, he rolled up the extremely domineering Park Sword!
Only with the cold moonlight could everyone see clearly that the strap was actually a soft sword, a peerless sword forged with fine steel on the waist!
The soft sword end was like a ruler and a dragon. The ghost-faced man stirred it gently, and most of the sword power of Nan Jiyun was removed. His right foot was as the axis, and he drew a full circle. The ghost-faced man's wrist was drawn.
With a slight tremor, he returned the remaining sword energy to his opponent, and he was able to stand firm with the help of two bamboos.
Nan Jiyun chuckled, shouted happily, turned around and circled around the ghost-faced man.
Nan Jiyun circled faster and faster, and finally formed a rainbow line. Every step he took was broken, a bamboo was broken. When Nan Jiyun circled around, the thirteen broken bamboos were cut like arrows.
It shot at the vital points everywhere in the ghost-faced human body.
It turned out that although the soft sword was extremely fast and contracted freely, it was only better than close-fitting struggle. Seeing that he could not gain any advantage in close-fitting struggle, Nan Jiyun came up with such a strategy to force the ghost-faced man to reveal his flaws.
Even though the ghost-faced man had a deep skill, he was shocked by Nan Jiyun's attack. He leaped back with force, and the ghost-faced man general avoided twelve bamboo guns. The last bamboo gun was a slight
With divine power, he wiped the ghost-faced man's lower abdomen and scratched it out, bringing up a trace of blood mist.
"Hiss." He reached out to cover the wound, but the ghost-faced man still sneered: "Feng Deen, you can't escape. The Lord will not let you go, no." After saying that, it turned out to be a leap and scattered.
A fire point.
It turned out that the open space was covered with green phosphorus, and as soon as the fire fell, it raised fire. The strong smoke was coming along the night wind, making people breathless.
"Brother Nan, go quickly, the smoke is poisonous!" Li Kuo and Lei Wanchun rushed over and shouted loudly.
"Yes!" He grabbed Feng Deen, who was shocked with one hand, and covered his mouth and nose with the other hand. Nan Jiyun exerted force under his feet, and flashed out of the bamboo forest with the two of them.
That night, a raging fire ignited in the bamboo forest in the backyard of Qinglong Temple. The royal blue fire was soaked in the sky above Leyouyuan with the light yellow smoke. The unique bitter taste of Qinglong Temple floated across Qinglong Temple with the burning stinking smell of the corpse.
, drifted to the Zhuque Street, and to the bedroom of the Emperor Ming in the Daming Palace.
Note 1: Leyouyuan: In the south of Chang'an (now Xi'an), it was the highest terrain in Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty. Emperor Xuan of Han established the Leyou Temple, also known as Leyouyuan, Leyouyuan. Climbing it can see Chang'an City.