Two hundred and fifteen, benevolence and benevolence
Wei Changpan was fascinated by the romance of that sword.
What the old man did not say was that the first ten warriors of Yao left the capital in full public view. The warriors who guarded the capital and the eagles and dogs raised by the imperial court were not able to keep them, and they could only watch the man step into the palace.
The capital of Dayao is far away from Emperor Dayao under the forbidden area of the imperial city. No one doubts that as long as that man is willing, he can even take off the most noble head in the world.
"He single-handedly broke through the encirclement and interception by the army and horses of the capital and the eagles and dogs of Jianghu, causing the man to suffer serious injuries." The old man let out a long sigh, "A martial artist is only a human being of flesh and blood after all, even these figures on the top of the mountain.
, such a romantic and magnanimous spirit, after all, it is still..."
It would be unbearable for any emperor to allow such a martial artist who could threaten his own life to continue to roam freely in this world.
So the imperial court selected a hundred people from the sticky post, ordered 800 heavy cavalry from the capital, gathered thousands of eagles and dogs from rivers and lakes in several states, and rushed to Jinzhou under a secret edict.
If that man wanted to escape, the fastest horse in the world would have no choice but to catch up. Niangan Chu, who was extremely skilled in assassination, knew this, so he rushed to the man's house with the local yamen first, kidnapped his wife and children as hostages, and forced him to flee.
He appeared, and then used the heavy cavalry as the backbone, the Jianghu hawks and dogs as the sharp edges, and the stick-stick assassins as the two hunting wings, and together they killed the first ten people of Dayao Wufu.
The men and horses who defended the important territory of the capital were naturally not mediocre. Even though they escaped unscathed, the first ten warriors of Dayao were also seriously injured. After returning to Jinzhou, they lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests to recuperate. He believed that Emperor Dayao was in full view of the public.
The promises made in Qiankun are not false, and the situation of Dayao's warriors will soon improve.
However, he did not understand what price it would cost him to fulfill the emperor's promise.
The fight between the two sides took place in the dense forest in the southwest of Jinzhou. The old man was not in Jinzhou at the time, so he only knew a little bit about it.
The Zhangan Assassin, the Jingji Heavy Cavalry, and the Jianghu Eagle Dog, together kill one person.
After returning to Jinzhou, he went to see the forest where the two sides were fighting. An area of hundreds of feet in radius had been razed to the ground, and the large trees that hugged each other had been cut diagonally. Not one tree, but dozens of trees were scattered all over the place.
Broken arrows and weapons, and the still intact stumps of the armor were eaten away by ants and insects until they were nothing but bones. It was difficult for the heavy cavalry to charge in formation in the dense forest, so they could only form a team of five people and take turns to step forward and assassins with sticks.
Waiting for the opportunity to move,
Three groups of more than 2,000 people were finally able to return, but only more than 1,200 of them, many of them disabled, were led by heavy cavalry from the capital and eagles and dogs from Jianghu.
Breaking the formation and entering the capital was a disastrous defeat that had never happened since the formation of the army. The first-class warriors selected from these armies were eager to wash away their humiliation with the blood of the man who humiliated them. As for the hawks and dogs of the rivers and lakes, the generals who led the army were
They are regarded as soldiers who can be wasted at will. After all, if you use dogs to bite dogs, no one will care about them.
They received a death order. If they could not kill the Jianghu man who had brought shame to countless big shots in the court and the emperor, then these people would have to go to the most bitter and cold place in the northwest of Dayao to reclaim the wasteland with their hands and dustpans. Therefore, people
People move forward bravely.
Wei Changpan could probably guess that according to the emperor's character, it was absolutely impossible for the top ten warriors of Yao to die a good death.
"So...he's dead?"
"It is really ironic that people who want to benefit Dayao Wufu eventually die under the sword of Dayao Wufu."
The emperor was so determined that Zhan Gan and the Gyeonggi Heavy Cavalry teamed up to attack. There was no reason to return without success. Also returning with the 1,200 people was a head in a wooden box that was preserved with lime.
The heads of the first ten warriors of Yao.
On this day, the warriors all over the world lamented.
The old man couldn't bear to say anymore that the heads of the first ten warriors of Yao were later passed on by the imperial court along the post roads extending in all directions to all the first-class Jianghu sects in the sixteen states.
"But after that, the emperor fulfilled his promise, and all the criticisms against warriors were much restrained. Warriors carrying weapons walking in the streets would not be stopped and sent to the Yamen, and no Yamen servants would come to the door every now and then. Although
This is the blessing that was exchanged for the lives of the first ten warriors of Yao."
After saying the last sentence of this story, the old man closed his eyes. He had wanted to tell this story to others for a long time. Year after year, once the top ten martial arts positions in Dayao's martial arts were vacant, the candidates would immediately fill them again.
Not many people will still remember the person who is not very high in the top ten. The Jinzhou Yamen in his hometown also banned talking about this person. Gradually, he was forgotten, only the older generation of the world.
People still remember that there was such a person in Jinzhou.
"The reason why Yao Wufu has such a good fortune today is mostly due to this person. However, there are a few among the Wufu's descendants who know his name."
"Remember this name, Nie Zhonglian, the number one martial artist in Jinzhou, and one of the top three swordsmen of Yao. How could such a majestic figure be at ease..."
Seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence will bring you great freedom.
"When you stand high enough, your words can be heard by those standing on the top of the mountain, but this does not necessarily mean that they will listen to you." The old man whispered sadly, "Then stand next to him.
Wherever you are, drag him down, step on his face and ask him if he listens to you. If he doesn't listen, just take his place."
Such words that were almost rebellious came from the mouth of the dying old man, but they were full of viciousness. Wei Changpan couldn't help but wonder, if the old man who lost an arm and a leg was still energetic and upright, would it be just like him?
Just like what the words said...climbing to the top of the mountain?
"Your master has talent and means, otherwise he wouldn't be able to train a cavalry with outstanding combat power without sacrificing his own martial arts level. But his heart is not hard enough!" The old man who was trying to get up by himself grabbed Wei Changpan tightly.
Xiaoji, "If he can harden his heart and simply take that cavalry army as his own, if he can take his disciples and leave Jiangzhou when he realizes that the situation is over, he can take over as the general manager of Wuhe Escort Bureau after returning to Jinzhou.
The escort leader has hundreds of skilled warriors under his command, so he won’t lose his head no matter what!”
"Don't make the same mistakes as your master. You are the last spark. It can start a prairie fire or be extinguished in just an instant."
It is said that Zhang Wuhe, the founder of the Zhang family in Jinzhou and the founder of the escort agency, has passed down to this day. As the head of the Zhang family, the only people he can entrust to his side are Zhang Bashun and Wei Changpan. He has already said everything he can about how to behave in the world.
, how much he can understand and how much he can do depends entirely on his understanding.
"Let me see your knife one last time and call Yan Chao."
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"Is it really impossible to pass this level? There are still medicinal materials for life extension in the escort agency. Is it possible that the man named Ni is searching for them again and refuses to take them out?" Wu He and Song Yanchao, the chief escort officer of the escort agency, entered the temple.
He was still dressed slovenly in a place like the hall. He picked up the wine bottle and took a sip into his mouth. Then he stroked his white beard and said, "You are an old and immortal guy who has been around you for so many years. Could it be that the incense money in the ancestral hall is the same?"
Isn’t it enough for you to buy wine?”
"That martial arts energy is no longer under control. In other words, my martial arts body is just like a rag bag with a mouse scurrying around. It may be that the mouse will chew a hole out at some point, and then everything will be lost.
No leeway at all."
"Does that mean you are really going to die? Then every year during the Qingming Festival, someone will pay homage to your grave with a jar of good wine."
“Don’t forget to ask for the ten-year-old Li Chun Shao.”
"good."
These two old men, who were more than thirty years old together, did not want to be sentimental about life and death anymore. There were too many bones of their contemporaries rotting in the ground. There were too many, and remembering the past seemed a bit mother-in-law to them.
Wei Changpan watched as the two old men explained their funeral affairs in a few words, then they clasped their fists towards Song Yanchao and drew their swords out of their sheaths.
"You don't need to read anymore," the old man suddenly said, "You have already understood the essence of this sword technique. The smallest force, the most cunning way to strike the knife, and the maximum damage. This is the sword technique for killing people."
He chose the simplest way to start by drawing the sword. This is the knife used to kill people. The simplest move is far better than all the complicated changes when killing people.
"You are practicing martial arts too late. You have worked your muscles and bones too late. Your toughness is insufficient, which will restrict your future development. However, talent is always the second best thing." Song Yanchao stepped forward slowly and pressed Wei Changpan's knife.
Returning the scabbard, "Draw the sword quickly, and retract it quickly. No matter how many people you kill, you can't retract the sword in the end. This is not something you want to see in the future."
"Okay, give our young man some confidence. After all, as long as he is willing, we common people will soon honor this gentleman's title." The old man nodded approvingly, "Your response to this matter is perfect.
, it would not be a good thing to be exposed to the eyes of those who are in the dark at such a time."
"Be prepared. What you will face in the future will be two first-class sects in one state. Some of them have been deeply rooted for hundreds of years, and some of them are supported by the imperial court. The threat of martial arts on the surface is far less than that of standing alone.
Killers in the dark, be careful around you, if you can’t get revenge..."
The old man finally said the words that were contrary to his original intention, "Then live well."
Zhang Wu and Wei Changpan were both people he had favored, and he did not want them to die in the hands of the same people.
"The barbarians do not have enough military power to surround the entire city, let alone keep an eye on every city gate." Song Yanchao drank the last drop of wine in the wine bottle and threw the wine bottle down. "One month
From now on, as long as the barbarians haven't conquered the city, you can join the escort team and go out of the city."
"Wu He's brothers in the Escort Agency in Suzhou said that they have information about the remaining members of Yanyulou. Maybe this can be a help for you. After arriving in Suzhou, how you will recruit these people under your command still depends on your skills."
A look of trance flashed across Song Yanchao's flushed and drunken face.
The premise is that Bingyuan City had not been conquered by the barbarians at that time.