Daye is divided into twelve states, thirty-six counties, three hundred and thirty-three prefectures, and two thousand eight hundred and fifty-six counties.
At the bottom of the country is the city, so in addition to the capital Jingzhou, the remaining eleven states of the Daye Kingdom are named after the city.
Based on the number of counties, they are ranked as Wanfeng City, Bancheng, Ruicheng, Lincheng, Qianshi City, Yicheng, Guweicheng, Ziwei City, Yucheng, Luocheng and Evernight City.
Every city has its own unique features, and what makes Lincheng unique is that the owner of the city is the only king with a different surname in the Daye Kingdom, and he is also the only king whose throne can be hereditary.
The capital of Lincheng is Jinling. Jinling has long streets and alleys. You can see a restaurant within a dozen steps, and a flower house or theater within a hundred steps.
Zhong Xihou's sword was not on him. His sword was wrapped in burlap and Tian Qin carried it on his back.
Such a lord of the West Land only brought two people with him from the Evernight City.
One is Qu Tianqin, the youngest daughter of a loyal and loyal musician in the city that never sleeps. In addition to a few so-called suggestions from Zha Lao, his stupid big commander also stalked her and cried and begged her. Why didn't he take his sister out of the West City?
I will be nagged to death and bullied about how miserable I am at home, etc.
Regarding this little girl, Zhong Xihou himself thought deeply. The girl's basic skills are average and it is difficult to make a big breakthrough in martial arts. Maybe she has reached the extreme limit, but the girl's brain is good and she may be able to do something else.
The other was a foreign man, Yan Hu Deliang, who killed jackals at the age of ten and hunted tigers and leopards at the age of fifteen. However, he was now four years younger than himself.
After the Yan Hude tribe was destroyed, the surviving prince was downcast but still arrogant. Zhong Xihou also invited the prince with the promise of "one day when the country is restored, Xicheng will do its best to help", and Xiaoliang became the overlord of the West.
The Wolf King, one of the thirteen men under his command.
There were just three of them: a simple-dressed, dark-skinned but extraordinary-bearing master, a pleasant-looking maid with a murderous look, and a servant who looked like a human but smelled like a beast. Just three of them, pick one out at random.
Walking on the street will attract extra attention, let alone three people traveling together.
"The Lord of Lin City has sent someone to come to our city that never sleeps. On the one hand, he is negotiating with me to form an alliance to advance and retreat together, but on the other hand, he is giving gifts to Shu Nan and asking him to assist you in Lin City."
There are many and strict rules in Jinling City. Not only do every weapon have to be paid tax and registered, but no one is allowed to hang a bladed weapon on the street. I have no choice but to wrap it tightly so that it is not exposed. If you can't hold the sword, change it.
A fan relieves itching.
The city that never sleeps is a good place, but the city that never sleeps is full of wind and sand all day long. There is no need for a fan. He has seen too many poets and literati holding pens or fans in their hands, and he just uses this to try to suppress his overlord's might and sword.
meaning.
Just as Xiao Liang said when he was wrapping his sword, if you, Marquis Zhong Xi, just carry a sword on your shoulder, anyone with some eyesight can recognize who this black-faced rich man is.
This kind of aura cannot be concealed. Naturally, this sense of oppression after holding a sword is not something that is born.
"Xiaoliang." Say the two words softly, without saying much or making any gestures with your eyes.
The foreign boy nodded. He did not take off his luggage and walked forward with light steps and no sound.
Qu Tianqin had carefully looked at this person. She didn't know there was such a powerful figure in the city that never sleeps.
"Are you curious why people like Xiao Liang didn't join the Black Armored Army?" Zhong Xihou put his hand on his lower back, holding the fan in his hand and beating it a few times.
Tian Qin wants to ask, the Black Armor Army in the Nightless City is the highest honor for a martial artist, but a character like Yan Hude did not join the Black Armor Army, but he is indeed loyal to Zhong Xihou
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"There are people like Xiaoliang. Apart from him, there are more than 400 people in the city that never sleeps."
"Are there four hundred people like him?" Qu Tianqin began to feel confused. Do these four hundred people belong to the Beiyan Army or the Qingjian Guards? He also remembered what he overheard his grandfather mentioning when discussing with the stupid guy in the study room.
"Hidden Sand Fox"?
Hidden Sand Fox? I never understood this word at the time. I always heard the grandfather and grandson mention the word "Hidden Sand Fox". Could it be that they were referring to these four hundred people?
In terms of military affairs, Qu Tianqin was neither brave nor wise, and all he had was passion for Zhong Xihou. People who had never fought in a war would not believe that passion on the battlefield could not withstand a cold arrow.
Zhong Xihou looked at Yan Hude in front, his steps were still light. Hunters will become wild, and wild people will gradually lose their human feelings. What they know more is the feeling of animals. Yan Hu
The same is true for Germany, he understands the running of cheetahs, he understands the footsteps of night owls, and naturally, he also understands the cunning of jackals and foxes.
"These people each have their own peculiarities. Some have thousands of faces, some have ears as eyes, and some have breaths that can scare away ferocious beasts. Xiao Liang also knows these people. He is one of the few people in the city that never sleeps who knows the specific details of those people besides me.
The name is the same as the number..."
"So the Marquis took him with him?"
Zhong Xihou smiled. He would not let the people of Yinshahu know how many of his own kind, but who would understand that the wisdom of animals is immeasurable. A person who understands
People with animal intelligence are difficult to guard against. Since you can't guard against him, you might as well just watch him.
"Tianqin, Banggu remembers one thing. When you go back and wander around, go to the shop and see if there are any boots with beef tendon soles. If they are of the highest quality, don't buy them." Zhong Xihou frowned and thought again, and made gestures with his hands.
Fan, added, "Probably, this big."
Tian Qin frowned slightly, did not dare to ask any more questions, remembered the size, and responded with a "yes".
Yan Hude came back, his face still expressionless, still wild: "Master Hou, seven people died in front."
"Seven? We have just come to a prosperous place like Jinling, and we see dead people. It is really unlucky."
"Four swordsmen, one with a knife, one with a gun, and the other with a nine-section whip."
"What did those people say?"
Qu Tianqin didn't understand, but heard Xiao Liang slowly say: "The sword wielder had bruises on his neck, and was strangled to death by the strength of the Vajra Arms. The sword wielder's hand tendons and hamstrings were broken, and his technique was delicate and done in one go. At the same time, he shot the hidden weapon to death."
Canzai used a sword to seal his throat. The person who wielded the spear had no abnormal appearance, but suffered severe internal injuries and a broken waist. All he could think of was that the punch would shock the emperor. The person who wielded the nine-section whip, Lord Marquis, might as well take a look for yourself."
Qu Tianqin walked over with Zhong Xihou. Qu Tianqin looked at the four sword wielders. Two of them had already held the sword with stiff hands, and the swords of the other two were still in the sheaths. Zhong Xihou looked at these
The four people frowned. The swordsman's sword couldn't even protect himself, so what's the use? What's even more tragic is that after practicing swordsmanship for more than ten years, he died before he could even draw the sword.
"What a powerful force..." Qu Tianqin exclaimed. He could strangle a person to death with such force. He could probably fight a bear with his bare hands.
"This man may have amazing strength, this man's internal strength is extraordinary." Zhong Xihou knelt down close to the corpse. He pressed the four swordsmen's acupoints in the pool with his hands. The acupoints were scattered. These swordsmen were killed by others.
Grab the neck and use internal force to destroy the life points.
"Eagle Capturing Technique." Zhong Xihou spat out two words softly. He guessed who did it, and couldn't help but smile slightly, "Junior Brother, Junior Brother, you people in Muhan Tower are really naughty."
Looking at the man who wielded the sword and the spear, he died just as Yan Hude said. The wounds of the swordsman and the ability of the four consecutive stars. Zhong Xihou frowned slightly. Could it be that Huidong came in advance? Looking at the deceased, he could not guess this person.
Who it is, after all, has never traveled around the world, and I don’t know how many famous warriors there are in the martial arts world. I don’t recognize the person who wielded the spear. Judging from the direction in which the body fell, it seems that he and the swordsman may have been fighting each other before death, but they still drank in hatred.
The evil emperor's fists shocked the Spring and Autumn Period. Thinking of this famous boxing master in the Central Plains, Zhong Xihou couldn't help but clenched his fan tightly, wondering if he would have a chance to ask for advice.
The last person with the nine-section whip, Zhong Xihou couldn't help but frown. This person had no face, or it could be said that most of his face was cut off, making it difficult to distinguish him clearly.
Qu Tianqin looked at the corpse and said, "The corpse can talk. If the corpse can talk, then the secret cannot be brought to the underworld."
This corpse with only half a face is smiling. His hands are already stiff, and the remaining half of his face is naturally stiff as well. His arms are straight, and his hands have been forcibly opened, and the finger bones are
It had been broken. His other hand had been wrapped around the nine-section whip and he was holding it tightly. Unfortunately, this weapon that looked like a wandering dragon could not protect his life.
"Xiao Liang, do you remember their smell?"
Yanhu Deliang nodded, and Qu Tianqin began to understand why the Marquis would bring such a person out. But what she didn't understand was why the Marquis would choose her. If he wasn't really that stupid guy, he would bother him.
Already?
If attacked, the two of them would probably be most worried about themselves.
Yanhu Deliang's ears twitched slightly and he said softly: "The government servant is here."
Zhong Xihou and the other three sat in the private room of a nearby teahouse, and he looked at the people on the street. Soon, the government officials cleared the scene, swept the streets, and naturally took away the corpses. Should these corpses be reported to relatives or dumped?
Mass grave?
"I can't tell from what I heard. If a person dies without his soul returning to his hometown, it will be difficult for him to ascend to heaven. Many of them will turn into ghosts and stay in the place where they should have left."
Yan Hude sat on the railing. After the fall of the country, he became accustomed to the animal world, without human etiquette. Even in human society, he would not find it difficult to abide by such a system.
"Tianqin, help me make a pot of tea."
Qu Tianqin walked away, and there were only two people left here. Zhong Xihou was still sitting, and he was not looking at the people on the street. He was looking at the people on the railing, where the man was drinking from a leather pot. Zhong Xihou
Hou knew that this was not wine, but mare's milk.
"Why did you lie to her?"
Yan Hude didn't look at Zhong Xihou. This was his attitude. If he didn't want to give anyone a good look, he would never hide it.
"After all, I am Zhong Xihou, so I can only do this for you."
"Five thousand!" Yan Hude stretched out a hand and clearly marked the price, looking innocent.
Zhong Xihou frowned and smiled bitterly, pointed his fan at Xiaoliang's nose, cursed "a black-hearted dealer", stretched out two fingers, and his eyes did not allow any counter-offer.
Yan Hude rolled his eyes left and right and nodded.
He jumped down from the railing and stood in front of Zhong Xihou. If anyone saw him, he would hear that the servant ignored all etiquette and asked: "Master Hou, what is your current level of martial arts?"
"That's enough."
"Okay." Yan Hude didn't say much, stepped on the railing again, tied the leather pot around his waist, took out a pair of claw sheaths from his arms, which looked like wolf claws, and dropped them without looking back.
One sentence, "Two thousand men and horses, and armor."
Zhong Xihou was dumbfounded. This black-hearted dealer was really not afraid of dying.
"Life comes first."
I don't know if this lean barbarian man heard the last sentence. Zhong Xihou sat down and took a sip of light wine. The wine from the Central Plains was not as strong as the fruit wine from the West.
Adopted father, adopted father, it has been seventeen years. You should have left your name in history. Are what you did in the past really worth it?
When Tian Qin came, Zhong Xihou had already stood up, leaning on the railing, looking at the street with people coming and going. He put the fan on the table. After all, the fan is not a sword. Warriors cannot hold fans, and literati also look down on swords.
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"Master Hou, where is the savage?"
"Go out and do some errands."
"The Marquis asked him to do something, I..."
"Corpses can talk, and naturally they can also lie." Zhong Xihou did not turn around to look at the girl. Not all the city needs are masters with unfathomable martial arts skills. What the Nightless City lacks even more is people like "King Gui"
Such a weirdo.
"Tianqin, although Zha Lao is not a warrior who charges into battle, he is a god with soldiers. So do you know the art of war?"
Qu Tianqin lowered his waist and clasped his fists: "Master Hou, may I ask."
What is the meaning of "avoiding the spirit and attacking the laziness?"
Qu Tianqin suddenly raised his head: "Master Hou, do you mean to avoid the truth and attack the fictitious?"
"Come on, if we have a civil war in Daye, which city can successfully rebel?"
Qu Tianqin obviously did not expect that Zhong Xihou would ask such a question. Just as he was about to answer Ziwei City, which had a strong military force, Zhong Xihou asked again: "The country has changed its owner. It is possible to resist the wolves outside the door in an instant and not be easily broken through.
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"We, the Northern Yan Army..."
"The army can defeat the enemy and protect the country. There is an unreasonable saying in Zha Lao. The soldiers are drunk and lazy, and the people are very lucky."
Qu Tianqin didn't understand. Zhong Xihou laughed and didn't explain.
If there is no place for soldiers to use force, isn't it precisely because the world is at peace, the world is close, and the world is unified?
"How can there be a lazy person among the black armor?"
Zhong Xihou was depressed. He didn't doubt Qu Tianao's pig-like brain. Could it be that this girl didn't inherit Zha Lao's meticulous thinking?
The black-armored army was extremely brave, and he was confident that no army in Daye, other countries, or any other country would be more ferocious than his black-armored army.
However, although Beiyan's army is powerful, it also has weaknesses. His black-armored army can easily attack the sand bandits, and it is difficult for foreign enemies to attack the west of the city.
But compared with another world-famous army, the White Crow of Ziwei City, his black-armored army was better at defending the city and defeated at the siege. In comparison, it was undoubtedly a case of taking advantage of one's own weaknesses and the enemy's.
hit.
"Grandpa has been practicing swordsmanship again these days because..."
"Tian Ao has not arrived yet, but he is too young after all. Although Zha Lao is already old, he can only trouble his old man." Zhong Xihou looked at the people on the street. The men carrying the sedan chairs were strong and strong, "Old Yizhi
, I regret this time.”
Perhaps the most ruthless thing is time. It can take away a person's beauty and life. What's even more terrifying is that it can destroy a person's faith and eliminate a person's spirit.
The hero laments his old age. If those men are old, can they still carry the sedan chair of these four people?
"Master Hou, why do you care so much about those seven corpses?"
"Do you know Yan Yunqi?"
"Yanyun what?"
Zhong Xihou chuckled, not intending to teach this girl everything he knew.
"What about Yama Palace?"
"I know about Yama Hall. Huidong mentioned that there is also a Weeping Eagle Envoy."
Zhong Xihou was slightly surprised, how could this girl know about the Weeping Eagle Envoy but not Yan Yunqi.
"And this King of Jinling also raised a bunch of vicious dogs that bite people without roaring, and they are called Yi Shuihan."
"Yi Shuihan, are you stupid enough to say that it's an ancient sword manual?"
Zhong Xihou still had no intention of telling Qu Tianqin what Yi Shuihan was.
Naturally, he had only read the compiled information and heard some rumors. It was rumored that everyone in Yi Shuihan practiced the ancient sword manual with the same name. According to the rumors, it was the swordsman's invincible swordsmanship with ten steps and one hundred steps.
"Is it more powerful than Wuyu swordsmanship in Luohua West City?"
Master? Master!
When you see a person who is powerful enough to suffocate you, you will feel that this is a mountain, and the people at the foot of the mountain will never see the sky at the top of the mountain. The mountain in front of you is everything, so how can you see the mountain?
Chapter completed!