Laughing at Chang'an

When he first arrived in the imperial capital, one cold night, Rong Hu woke up again from his sleep, panting in the silent room with his broken right wrist.

Those bloody and cruel scenes reappeared in front of my eyes one after another.

He didn't want to appear so weak, but he couldn't control his mind to think about it. Those memories had already been deeply embedded in his mind, becoming a lingering shadow.The powerlessness and fear at that time were like sharp knives stabbing at the bottom of his heart continuously, making him feel indescribable pain.

It took a long time to calm down his breathing, and Rong Hu was already sleepless.He sat blankly for a while, then got out of bed in cloaked clothes, and went for a walk in the courtyard.Wang Zhen seemed to be full of mysteries, and Rong Hu also felt that the other party didn't want him to know too much, he was an 'outsider'.It would be a lie to say that he is not depressed, but Rong Hu knows that he can't help at all, on the contrary, he is just a burden, and he is not qualified to ask the other party to tell him anything.

Rong Hu still finds it hard to believe that the other party is someone of his own age.He is obviously the same age, why is Wang Zhen so... so strong?The opponent's excellence contrasts with Rong Hu's insignificance, making him unable to hold his head up in front of Wang Zhen, it feels too bad.Compared with Wang Zhen, Rong Hu felt that his previous 18 years were wasted.

He was set off by the other party like a waste.

This kind of entangled mood has been lingering in Rong Hu's heart, making him more and more upset, and it is difficult to think about his future calmly.Rong Hu sat down by the flower bed in the corner of the courtyard, looked up at the dark night sky slumpedly, and after a while, he suddenly heard a faint voice.The voice came from a small auditorium in the corner of the courtyard not far away. Although he knew it was wrong to do so, Rong Hu still couldn't restrain his curiosity, got up and walked over quietly.

"...I feel confused, whether this road is right, I can't find the answer... The belief in my heart is shaking, I know this is a precursor to falling into darkness, but I can't stop it... I'm not as strong as I imagined. I am strong, I cannot bear this sense of guilt, after all, my size is nothing more than this..."

Rong Hu quietly looked in from the window pane, and saw Wang Zhen kneeling in front of the ceremony stage, holding his hands in front of his chest, talking to himself with his head down.He didn't know that this was a self-discipline ceremony in the Illuminati, but he just felt that the other party looked a little abnormal.

"I failed. Not only did I fail to rescue Master, but I also involved Rong Hu in this vortex. I... ruined his life."

Rong Hu leaned his back against the wall next to the pane, his eyes widened in astonishment.

"From the beginning to the end, I was just a pawn in the hands of others, even the teacher. I was too stupid and ignorant. I killed the master, and I... killed him."

Wang Zhen's voice fell silent, Rong Hu managed to calm down, and looked in through the pane, but could only see the other party's drooping head and sunken shoulders.This is not the Wang Zhen in his memory. The Wang Zhen in his memory has eternal flames in his eyes, and he is still firm and dazzling in desperate situations. He is a strong man who will never stop and never give up.

Not this, weak and pitiful looking guy.

That night, Wang Zhen knelt in the auditorium all night, and Rong Hu stood outside the window pane all night.

………………

The battle between the assassins didn't take too long, and the victorious Ronghu returned to his room to make final preparations.Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, he took off the imperial military uniform on his body, and took off the bandages wrapped around his body.After more than a month of recuperation, all the wounds have healed, leaving only thin darker scars, which criss-cross and spread all over the body.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Rong Hu suddenly turned his head and looked at Wang Zhen who appeared at the bathroom door.

He smiled and said, "Are you surprised that I won?"

Wang Zhen frowned and said: "I don't know what method Feng He used, but this method of forcibly raising his cultivation base will definitely leave sequelae. After this incident, we need to have a good talk."

"Okay." Rong Hu smiled and dropped the bandage on his hand, walked up to Wang Zhen, and looked at him without blinking, "But you, do you really believe that I can come back alive?"

"You will definitely come back alive." Wang Zhen said, looking straight at Rong Hu without flinching, "I believe in you."

This man was so speechless, Rong Hu wanted to laugh, but he stretched out his arm, pressed Wang Zhen firmly against the door frame, and kissed him desperately.It doesn't matter if he is despicable or cowardly, he is sure that Wang Zhen will not push him away when he is about to risk his life, and when he realizes that the other party does not resist, Rong Hu deepens the kiss even more presumptuously.

Rong Hu felt that even if he was told to die now, he would have no regrets.

That night, Rong Hu was sent by the sages into a small space under the ceremony platform under construction, which could only accommodate squatting.This feeling is not unfamiliar to him at all. During those days in Chang'an, he spent half of the time in a small box like this.This coincidence almost made him doubt whether the sage had planned everything with Feng He, but in his heart he felt that Feng He was not that kind of person, so maybe it was really a coincidence.

In any case, this small space made him feel at ease after a long absence.During those days in Chang'an, he also squatted in the box countless times, thinking about the next plan, concentrating on it, trying to forget the exhaustion and pain in the body, accumulating his will, torturing his heart, and surpassing himself.

Feng He said that pain is a process, from being unbearable at the beginning to getting used to it gradually.This is true of any pain in the world, except death, because it will not give you a chance to get used to it.After Rong Hu passed the test, as a master, the first lesson Feng He taught Rong Hu was to experience the highest level of pain in the world.

——Skin carving and bone carving.

"I was born under a cult that has been extinct. I was trained as an assassin since I was three years old. There are many children like me there, all orphans who were picked or robbed. Every child arrives When you are ten years old, you have to go through a test, which is the skin-carving and bone-carving technique."

On the first day, Rong Hu was nailed to the execution platform with six steel wedges, and his whole body was skinned off after listening to Feng He's story about his mentorship.

"You should also know that everyone's origins are different, and they are born with suitable and unsuitable exercises. Your father Yang Huxing wants to create a kind of exercises that everyone can practice, but the cult I learned from They have different ideas. Since ancient times, there has only been one kind of cultivation method in the religion, and the cultivation method cannot be changed, but people can... carve skin, carve bones, and reshape the source vein."

The next day, with the help of the repair fluid, Rong Hu, who had regrown tender skin, experienced the encounter of the previous day again.

"The success rate is quite low, one in a hundred does not exist, but I don't think it is entirely a technical problem, and more importantly, the conditions are too bad." Feng He spoke seriously to the man lying on the execution platform in a rather harsh tone. Rong Hu said, "I wasn't treated as well as you were at that time, and the repair fluid didn't cost money, those bastards just sprinkled some hemostatic powder on us, and didn't even disinfect it, most of the wounds were suppurated and in pain dead."

There were tears in Rong Hu's eyes, and he thought to himself that I still have to be grateful to you?Damn, can I make it if I don't learn?

Of course not.

Looking back on those nightmare days now, I feel a little nostalgic... Of course, Rong Hu didn't admit that he was a pervert, and if he wanted to be a pervert, it would be Feng He's pervert who was even more perverted.I don't know how Feng He is doing now, maybe he is hugging left and right and soaking in the women's village, his terrible master, who looks more free and easy than anyone else, is actually a poor guy.

No matter how painful or uncomfortable he is, at least he still has the thought of Wang Zhen in his heart... If the heart is empty, how can people be truly happy?

On June [-]th, Ninety-nine Years of the Tang Dynasty, in the west of Chang'an City.

The golden flame banner filled the line of sight, and twelve Hanhai-class warships quietly landed behind the army formation, followed by hundreds of Scorching Sun-class ships, and tens of thousands of small and medium-sized airships.The Knights of Light to which the six paladins belonged was at the forefront. On the left was the Northern Expeditionary Army of the Empire, which had launched expeditions to the Northland several times in the past thousand years, and on the right was the Royal Guards of the Imperial Capital.A total of 60 elite legions have been assembled, waiting for the emperor to preside over the ceremony in front of the formation.

Such magnificence is truly astonishing, and even the Changan media, who are not afraid of death, secretly climbed onto the city wall, set up high-powered binoculars and video cameras, and jointly recorded this grand ceremony.

At exactly nine o'clock in the morning, the emperor's imperial chariot appeared in front of the formation. His Majesty the emperor, dressed in a pure white military uniform, walked out of the imperial chariot, and stepped onto the high stage under the eyes of all the people.

He stood still in the center of the stage, facing the soldiers under his command, and said into the microphone: "I..."

Under the stage, Rong Hu opened his eyes.

Feng He said that an assassin is like a firework, burning up all life and everything, just for that moment of splendor.

So a firework bloomed brilliantly on the ceremony stage.

Under the eyes of everyone, His Majesty the Emperor turned into two halves, and then exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

"Your Majesty!—" "There are assassins!!" "The imperial doctor! Where is the imperial doctor!?"

... It's messed up, everything is messed up.

On the city wall in the distance, the media in Chang'an frantically tapped their cameras, big news, what could be bigger news than this?

——His Majesty the Holy Bright Emperor, dead, properly, dead.

The one who dies attracts the attention of all the people, the one who dies is aboveboard, and the one who dies... cannot be more dead.The puddle of blood and rotten flesh on the stage was clearly photographed by the camera and reflected in the eyes of countless people in the audience.The assassins were fleeing, and the scene was in chaos. The soldiers of the empire watched all this blankly, and the grand ceremony turned into a grand funeral.

Someone knocked down the microphone stand on the podium, and the detached microphone fell to the ground, making a loud and ear-piercing buzz.

thump.