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date="2021-11-25"

title="Section 17"

weight="151894"

series = ["General’s Gown"]

mode = "manual"

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I am ashamed to ask everyone for a leave, that is, the next week may only be the next day, about three shifts, and if there are no accidents next week, it will be restored~ I hope you will continue to support me and don't abandon me.

Can Xia is Like Blood Seven

At the foot of the mountain, black smoke mixed with red fire light surrounded Qixia Village. Sharp cries and shouts of killing continued to be heard from the fire.

Help! ! !

Run!

Please don't kill me-ah ah ah! ! !

One by one, the villagers fled hurriedly from the burned thatched hut. Before they could see the situation clearly, they saw a flash of cold light. They were stabbed by a sharp sword, their heads fell to the ground, and their eyes opened in panic. The boss is too late to close. The cold light flashed again, and the one who knelt down and begged for mercy was also unceremoniously killed. The woman with her face full of tears, holding the scared child who was crying, stepped back tremblingly, but the sword still caught up to her.

One knife.

It's another knife.

Under the hillside not far away, there has been a pile of corpse mountains that are not too high. The surrounding land was covered with blood and turned into a black muddy patch. However, there were more fresh blood splashed from corpses, splashing on stones and elm trees, flowing into the soil, and slowly condensed into a shocking black and red color. Of the lake.

The slaughter is a well-trained team of hundreds, all in black, with blood all over their faces, but they can't see where they came from. In fact, Yan Changqing was too late to see who these slaughters called, so he rushed out and slashed at the man in black who was closest to him.

Helian Rongchuan was even faster than him, he had already rushed into the shadow of the sword, light and sword, wherever he went, a cloud of blood instantly rose up. His joining immediately aroused the idea of ​​all the people in black, and the black crowds chased in the direction of Helian Rongchuan.

Yan Changqing pierced out with a sword, turned his head and looked in the direction of Helian Rongchuan, suddenly sinking in his heart.

As soon as he entered this fight, Yan Changqing realized that something was wrong. Because all the people in black seem to be unwilling to entangle and entangle, even if they meet up front, they never dare to look at his face, defending and avoiding every move and every style.

It seems that he dared not hurt him.

The objects they tried to strangled seemed to be Helian Rongchuan.

Between the lightning and flint, Yan Changqing had a terrible conjecture, and his face suddenly turned pale, he desperately ran in the direction of Helian Rongchuan. However, the two were far apart, separated by countless people in black, no one in black dared to hurt him with a knife. There are a few courageous, and even take the initiative to give way.

really.

Yan Changqing used his sword to open up the black-clad men who were trying to chase and surround Helian Rongchuan, while sternly shouted: "Stop it for me!"

He didn't even notice the trembling of his voice. He has gone through so many fights, but he has never felt the fear and powerlessness like this time.

The people in black beside him were really taken aback when he heard his stern shout, and hesitated to put down their knives. However, more people in black in front of them, like bloodthirsty jackdaws, continue to rush toward the Helian Rongchuan.

Helian Rongchuan clearly noticed the strangeness and was desperately retreating to the bank of the Jiaolu River on the edge of the village. In the crowd fleeing hurriedly, and the bloody swords and swords shadows, a childish voice with a crying voice suddenly came out:

"Big brother ugly, save me!"

Helian Rongchuan looked back abruptly. Just beside the boulder on the cliff less than three feet away from him, a fat girl in a flower jacket was kneeling beside a motionless woman with a small fleshy face. They were all smoky black ash, and two white marks washed out by tears hung on their cheeks. The dead woman beside her was the Mali village woman who steamed elm money to Helian Rongchuan and Yan Changqing at noon.

Helian Rongchuan's heart throbbed violently.

The direction that the little girl is in is exactly the encircling circle of the man in black. And if he retreats a bit further, he can jump into the Jiao Lu River to find a way out.

Helian Rongchuan stopped suddenly, cursed in his heart, turned around and ran towards the little girl.

A row of white swords quickly surrounded them.

The little fat girl was even more frightened when she saw this. She cried so much that she stretched out her bloody little hand to Helian Rongchuan, staggered and got up: "Brother, help me!"

However, just a step behind her, a man in black had already raised a long knife.

"No!" Helian Rongchuan was shocked and threw his saber violently. However, his arm had been injured by the man in black. He was stunned. Although he tried his best, he was still slightly dull. And the man in black had a faster knife, seeing that the blade was less than an inch away from the little girl's scalp——

Cang! !

The moment the metal collided with a dazzling silver spark, the long knife that was about to slash at the little fat girl was split into two pieces by a lightning white light. A sharp silver sword was firmly inserted in the mud under the feet of the black man.

For an instant, the man in black felt that the silver sword seemed to have known each other before. As soon as he raised his head, he saw a person in front of him suddenly jump up, like a black eagle that suddenly spread its wings, coming towards him. Before he could see the man's face clearly, he only felt a cold right shoulder, and something fell heavily from his shoulder.

It's his right hand.

The man in black let out a scream of pain, and fell to his knees with a thump, only then did he see the man who cut his arm with the sword. In the setting sun, this man was holding an identical shiny silver sword in his left hand. His black hair was flying against the wind, and his difficult-to-draw and difficult-to-draw face was splattered with blood, making it even more pale. It became the cold moonlight of winter.

The little chubby girl didn't know the blood behind her, so she kept crying and ran forward. Helian Rongchuan rushed over and held him in her arms, and said in a trembled, "It's okay, it's okay."

Holding the sword, Yan Changqing slowly walked towards Helian Rongchuan.

Helian Rongchuan slowly raised his head, his eyes were full of blood, but his tone was surprisingly calm and pale, without a trace of temperature:

"Your people?"

It's clearly not like a question.

Yan Changqing was in a daze for a moment as he watched the blood flow all over him. The Qixia Village in his mind still looks like a peaceful and peaceful place. Things turned so fast that he couldn't accept the situation before him.

But in Helian Rongchuan's arms, the familiar face of the crying little girl cruelly pulled him back to reality.

Yan Changqing only felt that his mind was blank and his eyes were astringent, but he couldn't say anything.

Seeing that Yan Changqing did not answer, Helian Rongchuan did not look up at him. He only gently rubbed the little fat girl’s tear-washed smiling face, and seemed to say to himself: "If you kill so many, I will leave her alone. Okay. good?"

It's like a negotiating tone.

Yan Changqing had never seen Helian Rongchuan look so desperate. He choked his throat and nodded silently for a long time.

Helian Rongchuan pulled out a pale smile at the corner of his mouth, lowered his head and said a few words in the ear of the little girl. The little girl looked at Yan Changqing with teary eyes and stretched out her little hand: "Brother hug."

Yan Changqing stretched out his hand and hugged the soft little girl tightly. Before he opened his mouth to comfort, the man in black behind him suddenly separated into two rows. A somewhat familiar voice sounded from behind:

"Congratulations, General Yan!"

Zhang Jian walked unhurriedly from the automatically separated team, wearing a round-necked and narrow-sleeved purple official robes of a second-rank senior member. Although he was much older than Yan Changqing and his official title was half a rank, he was rather modest at this time and said to Yan Changqing, "Congratulations!"

Yan Changqing turned his head very slowly, and said word by word: "You—say—what—what?"

Zhang Jian met Yan Changqing's fierce and extremely angry gaze. He instantly understood the meaning of "Silver-faced Yama" in his heart, and he couldn't help but shudder. But he had already anticipated Yan Changqing's reaction, gritted his teeth, and continued to maintain a gentle and unobtrusive smile: "Congratulations, General Yan for making another military service and capturing the leader!"

Yan Changqing slowly closed his black eyes, then opened them suddenly after a long time, and stepped forward. Before Zhang Jian's smile faded, he suddenly had a flower in front of him, and he was kicked to the ground. This foot had a killing intent and was extremely powerful. Zhang Jian only felt severe pain in his chest and abdomen. It seemed that his ribs were all broken. Before he could get up, he was struggling and his neck was severely choked by a hand. .

Before today, Zhang Jian had never thought that a hand with such distinct joints and slender whiteness would have such terrible power. Just one hand would lift him up from the ground, the hard joints were tight. Squeezing his roar bones, creaking, just a little bit more force, you can kill his life.

However, although Zhang Jian's face was flushed, he was not in danger. He breathed hard and said: "General...I...I...this...but I am saving you!"

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Thanks to the little angel "shuihaizi" for irrigation nutrient solution +10, thanks to "Xianyu" for irrigation nutrient solution +3

Thanks again for the landmine of the little angel dome!

Bow~!

I'm sorry that the start of school is a bit slower this week, and it will resume slowly next week!

Finally, please believe that if the glass slag is here, will the sugar be far away? Serious face (·—·)

Can Xia is like blood 8

Yan Changqing stared at Zhang Jian's face, and could no longer care about the courtesy of his courtiers. He just wished to slash him thousands of times to pay homage to the countless lives in Qixia Village. However, as soon as Zhang Jian said this sentence, it was like a basin of icy water running down his head, making him instantly calm down.

Or more precisely, shuddering.

help me?

Yan Changqing murmured. In fact, since Helian Rongchuan was surrounded just now, he had a terrible conjecture, and now it may be the time to prove it.

Yan Changqing suddenly felt that there was no reason for his anger to vent, only that it was inexplicably absurd. He shook his body slightly, his hands were loosened, and Zhang Jian finally fell to the ground. He coughed violently twice, ignoring the pain in his chest, struggling to get up, and took out a jade axis silk brocade from his arms.

Imperial edict.

The bloody fingers trembling slowly opened the jade axis, and on the splendid and splendid brocade of auspicious clouds and cranes, familiar handwriting leaped into view. Yan Changqing still remembered that when he was Murong Xiu's escort, he wrote the thin gold with a strong character. Murong Xiu liked it very much when he saw it. He secretly collected a lot of copybook descriptions, and finally practiced almost exactly the same character shape as him. .

But now every character written in a Zhubi seems to be soaked in human blood, and every stroke is like a sharp dagger piercing into Yan Changqing's heart.

Sarcastic and cruel.

Yan Changqing raised his head and laughed miserably, only to feel a surge of blood in his chest, he pressed it down abruptly, his wrist shook, and the imperial decree fell into the blood on the ground.

Zhang Jian hurried forward, holding the imperial edict in his hands, and carefully wiped off the blood on it. He knew the weight of this imperial edict, because every word in it was Emperor Yan's Murongxiu commending Yan Changqing for strangling the water bandits on the border.

It turned out that Murong Xiu had already sent eyeliner to understand the reason why Xue Queshi was robbed. Zhang Jian still remembers Murong Xiu's distorted and terrifying expression when he talked about the Dongyun man.

After all, the other party is the second prince of Dongyun, and it is not easy to solve it, but Murong Xiu thought of a strategy.

Aren't there many water bandits on the Jiaolu River on the border? So if the small village by the river is regarded as the nest of water bandits, it would be the past.

Therefore, the entire Qixia Village can become a sacrifice for Murong Xiu to build up military power for Yan Changqing and wash away his guilt. With this imperial decree, the loss of Snow Quenching Stone will have the most reliable explanation, which will not cause trouble to the Dongyun people, nor will it cause the impeachment and suspicion of Yan Changqing by the officials.

It is said that the people of Qixia Village are all water bandits who robbed the Snow Quenching Stone, so they are.

Anyway, the dead will not excuse. As for what Prince Dongyun was killed and burned at the same time, so many withered bones, who would know who?

The little fat girl looked at the silent Yan Changqing with a little bit of confusion, and a little scared: "Big brother, what's the matter with you?"

What's wrong?

Yan Changqing looked at Helian Rongchuan stupidly, with a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth: "I'm blinded by the wind."

Helian Rongchuan stared at Yan Changqing quietly. , suddenly felt an emotion had never felt before, was it pity, resentment, or sorrow? He didn't know, but he felt that there was too much despair and bitterness in his chest, and he wanted to hold the person in front of him hard in his arms and soothe all the sad emotions.

However, when he saw that imperial edict, he knew that he could never do it again.

"It turns out that this is the emperor's strategy. It's really wonderful, wonderful!"

Helian Rongchuan clapped his hands continuously and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Seeing him like this, Yan Changqing felt a pain in his heart, but he couldn't explain it anymore. However, Zhang Jian's expression changed and he shouted: "This person is the leader of the water bandit, catch it quickly!!"

Helian Rongchuan looked at Zhang Jian, a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes, and said, "I am the dignified Prince Dongyun, dare you!"

Zhang Jian sneered, and said: "I don't know Prince Dongyun, I only know that you are the leader of the water bandit!"

Before the words finished, a dozen sharp arrows suddenly swish and swish like Helian Rongchuan shot, but Helian Rongchuan had already prepared, and he dodged sideways, and one turned back and retreated. The men in black under Zhang Jian did not wait for orders and immediately chased them.

Yan Changqing was furious, and grabbed Zhang Jian's skirt: "Stop! Let them stop!!!"

Zhang Jian's face was pale, but he said with a serious face: "General Yan hasn't found it yet? These people in black are all Qilin Guards directly under the emperor!"

Kirin Guard!

Yan Changqing was stunned. Qilinwei is a elite guard personally selected by Murong Xiu. He has no officials and no ranks. He has always been dispatched by Murong Xiu alone. Even Zhang Jian from the second product can't directly order them.

A trace of panic flashed in Yan Changqing's eyes, desperately rushing to Helian Rongchuan.

The setting sun was about to set, and the sky full of clouds became darker, as if the entire sky was stained scarlet by the blood of Qixia Village. Helian Rongchuan was heavily surrounded by huge rocky cliffs, stepping back to the edge step by step, and his chest, abdomen, and arms received light or severe stab wounds. Every time he took a step back, there was a bloody footprint on the ground.

But in his amber-like eyes, there was still a fearless and fierce light, like a lion who was in a desperate situation and refused to give up.

Under the cliff is the Jiaolu River. If you jump down, how much chance will you have to survive?

The premise is that you have to avoid the countless rows of sharp arrows in front of you.

"stop!"

Suddenly, with a sharp shout, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

Helian Rongchuan's face was pale, and thousands of emotions were surging in his chest, whether he was regret, resentment, okay, or idiot, in the end all turned into a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth.

It's great to see him before he died.

The man in black saw Yan Changqing rushing over. Although he was a little jealous, none of them put down their bows and arrows. Only one man in black who seemed to be the leader said coldly: "Master Yan, please forgive us. Our Qilinwei only listens to the current emperor's dispatch. This person must be killed today, please do not interfere!"

As soon as the voice fell, hundreds of bows and arrows were aimed at Helian Rongchuan. With just one command, Helian Rongchuan will surely die here!

Yan Changqing looked at the arrows shining with cold light from the people in black around him, and a sense of absurdity and powerlessness suddenly appeared in his heart. He knows that every knife and every arrow of this Qilinwei has a sufficient amount of snow quenching stone added, which is extremely sharp.

Was the Snow Quenching Stone that he had tried so hard to obtain, originally intended to kill the people he cherished?

Yan Changqing knew that even though he was still 70-80% sure that he would kill the leader in black with a single blow, he also knew that perhaps Helian Rongchuan would be shot to death by random arrows as soon as he shot.

Yan Changqing took a deep breath, tried to calm his emotions, turned around, and said to the man in black: "The imperial edict doesn't say that I have merit in suppressing the bandits? "

The man in black was taken aback: "What does your lord mean?"

"Then this person must be killed by me personally."

"This..." The man in black was a little shaken, and couldn't help feeling that Yan Changqing's words seemed to make sense.

Anyway