Xiang Qiubeard here seems to be more accustomed to being called Xiang Ling.
He was wearing an old military robe, with a sword hanging from his waist, and he was sitting on the corpse with a pulled face and a very unhappy look on his face.
"I'm lazy? I'm just lazy." He tapped the soles of his shoes, "Didn't you say there were bandits? In the end, they ended up carrying dead bodies here."
The soldier next to him kicked him: "What happened to the dead body? Xiang Ling, you can also lift the dead body. Don't forget that last time you fought with the remaining rebels and almost killed everyone."
"Someone else almost killed me, okay?" Xiang Ling became even more angry and raised her sword, "I said one person would fight ten people, but they didn't help me, and they almost knocked me out. As a result, everyone was killed.
They were surrounded, right? In the end, instead of relying on me to break out of the siege, I beat them back."
The soldiers nearby laughed and laughed, "Don't brag", "You can beat a ghost", "Last time you said one person would fight ten people, Mr. Nan gave ten people, and beat you like a dog."
Xiang Ling tapped the ground with her sword: "That doesn't count. Those ten people set up a formation with shields, spears and crossbows. That doesn't count."
"It doesn't matter!" An angry shout came, "Xiang Ling, you are gathering people to be lazy again!"
Upon hearing this shout, the soldiers gathered around Xiang Ling immediately lowered their heads and dispersed.
The general leader standing in the distance looked at this side with a serious face, surrounded by guards.
"Xiang Ling, if you don't obey the military orders and are lazy and slippery, get out of the Yingwu Army!"
Xiang Ling stood up with his head lowered, inserted his sword back into his waist, followed the other soldiers, and lifted up a corpse. Seeing that the general was no longer paying attention, the soldiers around him smiled lowly at Xiang Ling.
"Xiang Ling, what are you afraid of? Just get out of here."
"Yes, you didn't always want to leave, saying that you would go to Sword Ranger Quartet."
Xiang Ling snorted: "What can I do if I get out? Walk around with my sword." He lowered his head and looked at the corpse he was carrying. The corpse was wearing a military robe, exactly like the one he was wearing. "The soldiers of Jiannan Road will kill them if they say so."
If you kill him, the banner of the Jiannan Army will be changed to that of the Yingwu Army. There is nothing in this world that can lead you everywhere with your sword."
A soldier next to him kicked him: "Xiang Ling, say what you should say and say less of what you shouldn't."
The other soldiers beside him also glared at him and took a few steps away, fearing that they would be harmed by him.
Xiang Ling curled her lips and kicked and walked away without saying anything.
Li Minglou smiled when he saw Xiang Ling like this. It turned out that Xiang Ling was a soldier under Xiang Yun. He didn't look like he was doing well. The soldier's uniform he wore was old and his swords were ordinary. He was also teased by his companions.
, not the slightest bit arrogant as a knight-errant.
Li Minglou stood outside the door and watched Xiang Ling move the body and clean the floor. He was busy from day to night. He didn't rest in the evening and was driven to patrol and guard again.
Such a big thing happened in Xiang's house. With a word from Xiang Yun, the government officials obeyed their orders, and martial law was enforced inside and outside Taiyuan Mansion.
After the dust settled, the people in the city resumed walking, but the area around Xiang's house was still under martial law and no idlers were allowed to approach. However, there were always bold people watching and snooping.
Xiang Yun has a reputation of benevolence and loving the people, so as long as these people don't break in, they will not be dispersed and threatened by soldiers and horses.
Xiang Ling is one of the soldiers responsible for guarding the surrounding area.
"Will food be delivered soon?" He weakly asked the soldiers beside him, holding a long spear, "I've been busy all day and haven't even drank a sip of water."
The soldier next to him sneered: "That's a pretty idea. Who brings you food? Do you think you are doing something big? It's just a look at the street. You can eat after your duty is over."
Xiang Ling was annoyed: "Then we are left with cold food and cold dishes. Watching the street is not a trivial matter!" He looked around again, "Why are there only guards like us and no patrols? This defense is not tight."
Another soldier leaned against the wall and laughed: "Just show off. Taiyuan Mansion is under the control of the Marquis, so there is nothing to be wary of."
Xiang Ling said: "Of course there won't be a large number of soldiers and horses, but what about assassins? A single-handed assassin can be everywhere and penetrate every hole."
The soldiers all laughed, "What kind of assassins are there?" "Where do assassins come from these days?" "Even if an assassin comes, what will happen?" "Xiang Ling, don't you also call yourself an assassin ranger? I remember you weren't even ten in a row.
I can't beat any soldier."
Xiang Ling said angrily: "What does the assassin have to do with whether he can defeat ten soldiers? The assassin is not about killing a few people. The assassin only needs to kill one person."
The soldiers waved their hands, "Then I will leave such a powerful assassin to you."
Xiang Ling was too lazy to talk to them anymore. She held her spear and looked at the street in front of her. Her eyes scanned the people on the street little by little. There were men, women, old and young. Under the cover of twilight, they crowded together and whispered and pointed.
As we got closer and closer, some people boldly asked the soldiers what happened.
The crowd was getting bigger and bigger, and the streets were noisy. Some people were arguing because they were watching the excitement, "You stepped on my foot," "Oh, you broke my foot." They pushed and cursed, attracting people on the street.
The soldiers looked over, and someone called out to Xiang Ling: "Do you think these two are assassins? They deliberately caused chaos."
Xiang Ling looked over there: "No."
The soldiers laughed and said, "Take a closer look."
Xiang Ling ignored them. Li Minglou looked at him and found that Xiang Ling looked wary, but not at the two people fighting, but at the crowd gathered around to watch the fight.
In the crowd, some were shouting, some were applauding, some were afraid, some were covering their eyes
The person who covered his eyes opened his fingers slightly and looked towards Li Minglou through his fingers.
So far away, the dusk was dim, but the sight was very dazzling. Li Minglou stood up, and Xiang Ling had already passed through her, holding a spear and walking forward.
"Everyone stand back!"
"Take these two away from me!"
The police patrolling the streets also heard the noise and came over. They caught the two men and took them away, driving away the onlookers on the street.
Xiang Ling stopped and Li Minglou stood beside him. The gaze in the crowd had disappeared.
Interesting, did you discover that there was really an assassin? Li Minglou looked at Xiang Ling. Xiang Ling's eyes were roving on the street. His eyes were bright in the dim light. At this time, Xiang Ling changed from the Xiang Qiu bearded person she knew.
become a person.
However, Li Minglou's expression returned to dullness, so what does it have to do with her.
She wanders here, neither alive nor dead, unable to save her relatives or kill her enemies.
The dim light was quickly swallowed up by the night. Xiang Ling finally ended her watch. She rubbed her belly and looked for food. The food was already cold. Xiang Ling chewed a few mouthfuls and threw it away. She quarreled with the soldiers who were cooking.
Fighting, cursing and looking for something to eat
Li Minglou followed him blankly through the barracks outside the Xiang family's house, passed through an alley guarded by guards, and came to the street. The street was not as bustling as it used to be. All large and small shops were closed, except for a few here and there.
The lights were on in the restaurant, but there were no customers. Pedestrians passing by were walking in a hurry.
Li Minglou suddenly discovered that Xiang Ling did not go to the restaurant to find something to eat. Instead, she ran across the street to an alley and walked around randomly.
What is he looking for?
Li Minglou followed numbly and watched as Xiang Ling finally stopped in front of a grocery store. Although the store's lights were on, the door was closed.
Xiang Ling didn't knock on the door, but just kicked her over.
The door panel fell down with a sound, and the light poured out. Someone at the counter inside was frightened and turned around. He held a mirror in one hand and covered his face.
"Sir, it's closed. What do you want in such a hurry?" he asked in surprise.
Xiang Ling stood at the door, holding the knife in her hand: "I want you!"
The man made a sound, moved the mirror to reveal his face, and the lights dimmed instantly.
His face is fair, with long eyebrows and thin lips that are a little red. The rouge in his hand is sweeping across the end of his eyes, leaving a trace of crimson.
Li Minglou was startled, Uncle Min.
Li Min looked at her and smiled, his eyes moving: "You want me? You are so ugly, you can't afford me."
He was slender and weak, and his voice was soft, but Xiang Ling's figure stood so tense at the door that Li Minglou could hear the creaking of his bones.
"Martial law in Taiyuan Prefecture." Xiang Ling said, "Who are you? Where do you come from? What do you want to do?"
Li Min pouted, raised the mirror to his eyes again, and gently rubbed the remaining powder on his lips: "Didn't you see? It says on the door, Grocery Store, of course I am a businessman selling groceries, Taiyuan Prefecture
Martial law doesn’t even say no business is allowed, you little soldier.”
He poked half of his face out from behind the mirror, looked at Xiang Ling and blinked.
"Are you here to blackmail me?"
Xiang Ling held the knife and walked slowly forward: "Don't pretend to be crazy like me, you open a grocery store? Then why were you hanging around Xiang's house and snooping before? The two people who collided were probably your fault."
Li Minglou suddenly realized that that line of sight in the evening was Li Min.
Li Min put his hands on the counter and looked at Xiang Ling who was walking in step by step. He raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Okay, there are so many guards and generals, but you are the only one who noticed me. What did I do before? It's not like being a soldier.
of."
Xiang Ling said: "A certain person is a ranger."
Li Min chuckled: "What kind of ranger are you?"
When Xiang Ling finished speaking, the person rushed towards him like a cat. The knife in his hand brought out a cold light. With a clatter, the person fell like a cat again. The light of the knife followed closely behind. The person hit the wall and slipped, while the knife wiped the ground.
Holding his shoulders and sinking into the wall.
With a clatter, a small mirror fell to the ground.
Li Min was still leaning in front of the counter and clapped his hands gently: "It's true that young people nowadays call themselves knight-errants just by wielding a sword and dancing with it a few times. If I praise you for being able to spot me, do you still take it seriously? What if it wasn't for you?
I asked you to discover it, but you can discover it, let alone chase me and find me."
He walked over and picked up the small mirror that had fallen on the ground. He saw a crack in the small mirror and felt distressed on his face.
"What a pity for this mirror."
Li Minglou stood beside him and looked at him carefully. She tried hard to think about Li Min. There was not much Li Min in her memory, not much in this life and even less in that life. If it weren't for this life, she couldn't even remember that there was one.
This is Li Min.
The first time I met him when I was a child, he was a boy beside my father. He gave her flowers, grass, rouge, gouache, etc. several times. Maybe it was because he saw that she didn't have any preference for these things, so he never gave them to her again.
A young boy who runs errands and does odd jobs is different from a big housekeeper like Yuan Ji. In that life, after his father died, he didn't know where he went.
I didn't expect him to show up now.
"You are an assassin!" Xiang Ling shouted on the ground.
Li Min glanced at him with disgust: "Shout, are you shouting for someone to catch me?"
Xiang Ling sat up from the ground and looked up at him with shining eyes. Instead of shouting, she leaned over and bowed: "Teach me how to be an assassin!"
Li Min groaned, "What do you want to do?"
Xiang Ling reached out and grabbed the corner of Li Min's clothes. This seemingly ordinary green robe was embroidered with a plum blossom. He couldn't help but touch it and murmured: "My name is Xiang Qiubeard. I have determined to be a ranger since I was a child.
I joined the army in troubled times and spent ten years without success. I thought there were no knight-errant assassins left in the world."
Li Min held up the hem of his clothes and shook him off, saying: "There are no knight-errant assassins anymore, and I am not a knight-errant assassin. I just open a grocery store."
He walked back to the counter, held up the mirror, looked at his face, and wanted to finish the unfinished makeup.
"Don't delay my dressing up, just be your little soldier."
Xiang Ling sat cross-legged on the ground, looked at Li Min's back, and pulled out the knife on the wall.
"Do you want to kill No. 1 Hou?" He laid the knife in front of him, "I am willing to help you kill him."
Li Minglou glanced at Xiang Ling and wanted to laugh. Xiang Ling was still Xiang Ling, just like he did to himself, he would give up his life as soon as he was convinced.
Li Min turned around, her makeup on her eyes had been completed, and she had a half-opened flower on her temples, and she looked at Xiang Ling with a half-smile.
Xiang Ling straightened her chest and let him consider it.
Li Min pointed at the flowers on her temples and asked, "Is this flower beautiful?"
Flowers? This question seemed a bit unexpected. Xiang Ling looked seriously and looked at the flowers on Li Min's temples seriously. She thought about it for a moment and shook her head: "It's not beautiful."
Li Min's eyes widened. Apparently this answer also surprised him, and his voice suddenly rose up: "Isn't this beautiful? In addition to the fact that it is beautiful in itself, plus it is worn on my head."
Xiang Ling smiled: "Uncle, although I have wasted ten years and achieved nothing, I have still seen many beautiful flowers and plants. Whether these flowers and plants are beautiful or not is not in the bones but in the skin."
Before he finished speaking, his vision went dark. The mirror hit him in the middle of his face again, and he fell on his back towards his curly beard. There were curses in his ears, and his feet fell like raindrops, "What do you know about beauty and ugliness?"
Xiang Ling covered her head and huddled on the ground. After being kicked and beaten, Li Min stopped angrily: "What a bad luck! I shouldn't have looked at you more. You're such a fool!"
He tossed his sleeves and walked out. Xiang Ling hurriedly got up and shouted, "Xiang Yun is a cautious man and is surrounded by guards day and night. He can't get close easily."
Li Min stopped by the door and looked back at him.
Xiang Ling looked at him with blood on her face: "I, Xiang Qiu, am willing to help with my life!"
His eyes were shining, his skinny body made a creaking sound, and his whole body was burning like fire.
Li Min smiled: "You want me to teach you how to be an assassin?"
Xiang Ling nodded.
Li Min said: "You are too ugly. Come to me again when you are better-looking in your next life."
Xiang Ling was astonished and asked quickly: "What's your name, uncle?"
Li Min gritted his teeth and sighed: "Remember, my name is Li Min."
After saying that, he stroked the flowers on his temples and walked out, disappearing into the night.
Li Minglou followed him out. Li Min could not be seen in sight, but the sound of footsteps and armor clashing could be heard.
There was a crash and the smell of alcohol hit your nose.
Li Minglou looked back and saw Xiang Ling, who was sitting, taking off the water bag hanging from his waist. It turned out to be wine. He poured the wine down from his head, and the wine was stained with blood on his body.
A group of officers and soldiers came from the street. When they saw the lights on here and the door wide open, they rushed in.
Xiang Ling's identity was quickly recognized. Although he was a private soldier with no official position, he was very famous in the Yingwu Army and was recognized by almost everyone.
"Xiang Ling, you are so brave, you dare to drink at this time!"
"I just drank, and then I came out and acted like a drunk!"
"I heard that you have been reprimanded today for being lazy at work, and the brigade commander wants to drive you away!"
They laughed and laughed around Xiang Ling.
Xiang Ling smelled of alcohol and said, "You don't even let me drink wine when you don't have food to eat? Who told them not to leave food for me! Why should I, Xiang Ling, eat cold food?"
The soldiers and guards laughed even more, and the shopkeepers and waiters from behind the store were also brought out, trembling: "Master Bing, we don't sell food here."
The guards had laughed enough and drove Xiang Ling out of the grocery store. Some of them took off Xiang Ling's sword and gave it to the shopkeeper to "pawn it as payment for the door being kicked."
The store owner thanked him profusely, "The first officer was really strict in managing the army, and the first officer was really kind and caring for the people."
Xiang Ling cursed and wanted to take back her sword, but was stopped by the guards.
"At some point now, if this shop lodges a complaint and the Marquis finds out, it will be a trivial matter to drive you away. It is possible to cut off your head and impose military law."
"With your head gone, you don't even have the chance to eat and drink. Don't you still want to make contributions?"
Xiang Ling obviously knew this too, so she cursed and grabbed the wine bag: "These people are all blind, making my life in vain."
The soldiers and guards were used to him talking nonsense often, so they scolded and kicked him and drove him away.
The lights in the grocery store went out, and the night became darker on the street. Except for the footsteps of patrolling soldiers and the sound of horse hooves, no one else moved around.
Li Minglou had nowhere to go, and thought that since Li Min had appeared at Xiang's house, he would definitely appear again, so he continued to follow Xiang Ling back to Xiang's house.
From night to day, from day to night, the corpses outside Xiang's home were carried away, the blood on the ground was washed away, and the festive wedding decorations were dismantled and burned. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of people's lives were covered with blood and flesh.
Never happened.
Li Minglou stared blankly at Xiang Ling, a soldier who carried the corpse and spread the loess as a guard. He was not as lazy as before, and even took the initiative to ask for help.
"I pawned the sword. I want to earn some reward for my merits, so I can redeem the sword."
When his fellow bosses asked him why, he gave the answer confidently. Obviously this was not the first time he had done this. The fellow bosses laughed and cursed, and then assigned him more things to do.
Li Minglou never saw Xiang Yun, Xiang Nan, or even the Xiang family. She seemed to be tied to Xiang Ling, floating with Xiang Ling like a ghost. Later, day and night became different for her.
In a daze, it seems like a long time has passed, and it seems like just a blink of an eye
When she woke up again, she found that she was in the wild, following Xiang Ling who was running forward with a knife and gun on her back and straw sandals on her back.
"Run faster, this time it's a great achievement!" he shouted and ran forward.
But a spear stretched out from the front and almost hit him: "Don't mess with the formation!"
Xiang Ling cursed angrily, but she dared to leave the queue. She had to slow down and follow the team, cursing, "When I become the captain, I will beat whoever runs slow."
The companions around me laughed wildly, "Then we don't dare to be your subordinates."
Xiang Ling yelled back, "I don't want you anymore."
The captain shouted again: "Quiet! No noise!"
The boring and monotonous running in the wild made Li Minglou feel in a trance again. It was not hard to follow Xiang Ling. She raised her head and looked at the sun in the sky. The sun would not cause her pain here, but she didn't know if it would burn her.
Melting, she felt like she was about to melt and become transparent.
The noise came again, with people neighing, horses neighing, and crying. Of course, the latest one was Xiang Ling's curse.
"I just told you to run faster! Look, you're too late! What a waste of time!"
"It's not too late, we can still carry the dead bodies and rescue the injured."
Xiang Ling jumped: "Carrying dead bodies again. Am I the one who will carry dead bodies in my life?"
They were making a noise here, and a general on horseback came galloping over, shouting, "What are you doing! Don't make any noise!" "The Marquis is here!"
With the first sentence, he sneered at Ling, but with the second sentence, he immediately stopped making trouble and pushed his companion beside him, "Go quickly, go and carry the body."
The generals galloped past, and the companions dared to joke to Xiang Ling, "Why do you become so obedient?" "Xiang Ling is afraid of the Marquis."
Xiang Ling looked at them and said, "How can the Marquis be afraid? He is respected and loved."
The companions were shocked and then laughed, "Is Xiang Ling possessed by a ghost?" "This is the first time I heard Xiang Ling say who she admires." "This is to leave a good impression in front of the Marquis." "It seems that Xiang Ling is really good.
I want to make great achievements."
Xiang Ling ignored them and focused on carrying the dead bodies. Her companions stopped laughing and continued to work, saying, "Why are there so many dead?" "Are the remnants of the Shi Dynasty so ferocious?"
Through their words, Li Minglou probably knew. Because he learned that the Xiang family was going to hold a happy event and that Xiang Yun would come back, the remnants of the rebel Shi Dynasty took the opportunity to attack. They fought with Xiang Yun's heroic army, and the remnants of the rebels were wiped out.
, the casualties of the Yingwu army were not small.
She followed Xiang Ling in a daze, and suddenly Xiang Ling stopped and looked in one direction. Many soldiers and horses came over there, flying big flags with the word "Xiang" in the air.
Xiang Yun is here.
Xiang Ling threw her foot and ran towards where Xiang Yun was: "Master Marquis is here, please place the injured first."
Xiang Yun was kind and would visit the wounded soldiers in every battle.
This time, the companions were cursing, "You really want to please the Marquis?" "Can you win the favor of the Marquis by moving dead and wounded soldiers?" "Does Xiang Ling think highly of herself or underestimate the Marquis?"
Even though he was cursing a lot, he was able to show off in front of the first platoon. The ordinary soldiers couldn't hold back and ran after him.
After listening to the reports from the generals, Xiang Yun came to see the wounded soldiers.
There were many dead, and there were also many wounded soldiers. Those with broken muscles and bones were relatively minor, but those who were shot in the eyes and throats by arrows and knives were the most miserable.
"Don't be afraid." Xiang Yun looked at a soldier who was shot in the throat. The soldier was panting like a fish, getting faster and faster. He turned around and called, "Mr. Ji."
Ji Liang, Li Minglou stood behind Xiang Ling and saw a young man walking out from among the escort generals, carrying a medicine box with a dull expression.
This was the first time she had seen Ji Liang in this life, and he looked very strange.
But the soldiers and generals were all familiar with it. When they saw him coming out, there was a commotion: "It's Mr. Hunter!" "The Marquis asked Mr. Hunter to come." "With Mr. Hunter here, we can come back to life!" Everyone celebrated, even the original ones.
The wailing wounded soldiers stopped their voices, their expressions of despair full of expectation.
Ji Liang was given to Mingyu by Xiang Yun, saying that he wanted to protect Mingyu's life. Now that Mingyu was killed by him, Ji Liang naturally returned to him.
Li Minglou looked at this side blankly, then fluttered towards Ling and ran towards this side carrying a wounded soldier with a broken thigh on his back.
"Mr. Hunter, Mr. Hunter, save my brother."
The wounded soldier he was carrying didn't know he had an extra brother, and the pain made him faint.
But before he could reach it, Xiang Ling was stopped by Bingwei.
Xiang Ling explained hurriedly, tears falling down, "My brother, I am the only brother." He looked inside and said, "Master Hou, Mr. Lie, please save my brother."
Xiang Yun glanced here and nodded to a general. The general signaled to the guards, but Xiang Ling still failed to take a step forward.
"Give us the wounded soldiers, and you stay back." The guard said, and ordered the two guards to take the wounded soldiers and send them to Mr. Lie. Xiang Ling was still tightly blocked.
It seems chaotic and noisy, but in fact, the place where Xiang Yun is is surrounded by three layers of soldiers and horses, with swords, guns, crossbows and shields standing ready.
Xiang Ling stood on tiptoe and shouted to the wounded soldier who was being picked up, "Brother, don't be afraid." She stood there wiping her tears.
Not all wounded soldiers can be sent to Mr. Hunter, only those who are seriously injured
A wounded soldier who screamed in agony was carried over by four people.
Xiang Ling stood far away and took a look and was shocked. The wounded soldier's entire head and face were blackened by fire.
"The rocket hit him in the head, and it also contained kerosene," the companions who sent him explained.
The man was picked up and sent to Ji Liang. Ji Liang only glanced at him and waved, "It's hopeless. Give him a break."
These words made the noise around him pause for a moment.
Xiang Yun knew Ji Liang's temper. If Ji Liang said it was hopeless, it really was hopeless. He couldn't persuade Ji Liang, but he wanted to comfort the mood of others. He coughed lightly, walked to the wounded soldier, and leaned over.
View: “Why is it hurt so badly?”
Before he finished speaking, the wounded soldier whose face was blackened by the fire stood up and put his arms around his neck. The sword flashed and Xiang Yun's head rolled to the ground.