Reincarnation of the powerful minister

On the first day of November, the newly-appointed left servant of the Ministry of Rites of Nanjing, Mr. Su Yansu, embarked on the journey of leaving Beijing to take up his post.

Judging from the straight-line distance, Nanjing is farther than Yan'an, Shaanxi. Since it is a relocation this time, it is naturally impossible to have the escort of the emperor's personal guards, so Su Yan asked Ren Ya to temporarily recruit [-] guards.

King Yu really wanted to lend him the guards of his palace.

It's a pity that now is not the era when the country was founded, and the vassal kings had tens of thousands of soldiers at every turn.

Since Emperor Jinglong followed the last emperor's decree to cut down the vassals, after years of reductions, the number of guards in the Prince's Mansion is only 500, and they are still under the jurisdiction of the "Guard Commander" set up by the imperial court. All personnel entering and leaving must be registered and reported.

Therefore, King Yu's five hundred guards can run rampant in the capital, but they absolutely cannot leave the capital.

King Yu was very annoyed, thinking that it was inconvenient for the emperor to send troops to escort Su Yan, so he couldn't turn a blind eye to him, an idle prince?Looking back, the civil servants in the court began to scold, can he carry it alone?

Su Yan comforted him: "It's okay, I hired guards, and they all know how to fight."

The king of Yu snorted, "What kind of good people can you hire in the tooth shop? They are all rabble from reckless backgrounds! Besides, what if there are people with ulterior motives mixed in..."

Su Yan put her mouth next to his ear and whispered a few words.

King Yu was slightly startled, and raised the corners of his mouth: "Okay, my little boy, you know the art of war."

Su Yan slapped him on the face with a sesame pancake bought from the street: "Be good, be good. I'm leaving, the debt is cheap!"

King Yu caught the big cake, wiped the sesame seeds sticking to his face with his sleeve, and took a big bite from the tooth marks on the cake. While chewing, he looked at the back of Su Yan getting into the car and leaving, with a smile in his eyes. Meaning and sorrow.

Su Shilang's carriage left the capital at dusk under the escort of twenty "rabble".

When night fell, the carriage had arrived at the suburban county of Gyeonggi, fifty miles away, and stayed overnight in a wilderness shop.

In the middle of the night, a group of vicious bandits ransacked the wild shop.After the new guards resisted without distraction, they did everything to save their lives, and they didn't even want the rest of the commission.

The bed in Su Yan's guest room was empty.The thieves searched the carriage, but found no servants, bags, and appointment documents, but only found a branch of marigold on the seat, which had been cut off from the flower pedicle.

In the early morning of the next day, the decapitated flower was placed on a wooden tray together with its stalk, and appeared on the table of the Compassion Palace.

Aunt Qiong pleaded guilty on her knees: "The Empress Dowager—"

The Empress Dowager crushed the flowers violently and threw them on the ground, her complexion pale and blue: "Who leaked the news?!"

Qiong Gu kowtowed repeatedly: "This matter was arranged by the servants themselves, and no one in the palace knew about it. The guards sent out have all been arrested and are interrogating them one by one."

"Not to mention how he escaped, leaving this flower on purpose clearly meant something." The queen mother gradually calmed down from her anger, and thought, "He is warning me—he not only Knowing the inside story behind the scenes, he is also very clear about my habits, but he doesn't want to expose the matter and dare not offend me openly, so he used a trick to get out of his shell. But if I make a move again, he will not leave behind the trick."

"Well, the young crown has such a scheming mind. If he is allowed to sit on the throne, wouldn't it be more troublesome in the court!" The queen mother sneered and slapped the table with a slap. Don't even think about stepping into the capital!"

At this moment, the boy surnamed Su that the Queen Mother said was wearing an unremarkable civilian uniform, sitting on a boat on the Cao River, fishing with a fishing rod.

He didn't go by land, he took the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal.Go southward from Tongzhou in Gyeonggi, pass Tianjin, Liaocheng, Jining, Xuzhou, Yangzhou... to Suzhou and Hangzhou, and then turn west along the Yangtze River waterway, which is Nanjing.

At the beginning of the night rain, the late autumn sun shines on the whole body, bringing a little warmth.Su Yan sensed the feeling coming from the water, and immediately retracted the pole. A fat golden crucian carp struggled to wriggle on the hook.

"Yah, at least two catties, good luck!" Su Shilang, who was in a micro-service, cried happily, "Xiaobei, come over here, and make a pot of crucian carp tofu soup while it's fresh... Remember to put some celery!"

"...Are you dead? If you're dead, call Butcher Li next door to help you untangle the meat. I'll give him an arm."

Amidst the pain from the hard object poking her waist and eyes, Jing Hongzhui opened her eyes.

The dizziness caused by the alcohol and hangover was still circling in his skull, Jing Hongzui wanted to vomit, but the next moment Carp jumped up and grabbed a piece of dry wood and stabbed the opponent's throat——

The opponent has no throat.

To be precise, although this person is standing, it seems that the whole upper body is folded downwards and fixed, the throat is pressed inward on the knees, the front chest is close to the thighs, the back is arched upwards, and the hands and feet are also bent and deformed. He turned out to be a strange and uglier monster than a dwarf.

Jing Hong chased the dry firewood in her hand and stabbed it empty.

The strange man tried his best to raise his white-haired head from his knees, and a look of disappointment appeared on his old and withered face: "I'm not dead."

If Su Yan had been present, he might have recognized that the other party had an incurable disease called "Ankylosing Spondylitis", and it was already at the most serious stage of symptoms.

But in the eyes of people in this era, this appearance is no different from demons and ghosts.

Jing Hong chased and stared at him: "Are you a human or a ghost?"

"It's a ghost. Everyone calls me Old Ghost Wei." The weird man said, "You crushed my only brooding hen to death."

Jing Hong chased and turned her head to look, and there was a dead and motionless hen on the firewood pile. It was small and thin, and its feathers were almost bald.

He tried hard to recall, and vaguely remembered that last night he used the last few copper coins on his body to buy a jar of the worst wine in the tea shed at the head of the village, drank it to the last drop, and then wandered into this dilapidated small town without knowing it. Which thatched cottage in the village.

"...I have no money to compensate you." Jing Hong chased.Seeing the other party greedily sized up his strong arms and legs, he added, "If you miss my flesh again, I'll send you to be a real ghost!"

"No reason, no reason." Old Ghost Wei muttered angrily, "I lose an egg a day...you have to lay an egg every day to pay me back!"

Jing Hongzhui said indifferently: "I said I am penniless. Your chicken is worth ten yuan at most, and I will pay you for it when I make some money."

Old ghost Wei scolded: "Drunkard! Liar! Look at your disgraced face, where are you going to make money? If you don't pay me chicken and eggs, you will serve me as corvee and dig mud in the Caohe River!"

Jing Hong chased him and ignored him, and walked out of the dilapidated fence gate.

Old Ghost Wei struggled to lift the dead wooden crutch in his hand, and stabbed him in the stomach.

Jing Hong was still holding on to the firewood stick in her hand, and using the firewood as a sword, she casually moved the "broken feathers and scales" to push the head of the cane away.

Although he had dissipated his internal energy and had no true energy in his body, he also vowed not to use the Seven Kills Sword Technique taught by the Seven Kills Camp, but the basic sword moves are still there, and he has reached the state of being able to use them at his fingertips and send and receive them freely.

In order not to accidentally injure this strange man, he only exerted three parts of his strength.

The result was unexpected, the stick flew out, and the muddy, cracked end of the dead wood crutch was poking at his belly, pushing him back several steps before he stood upright.

Jing Hongzhui's eyes widened in amazement, looking at this strange man who called himself an old ghost in front of him.

——There is no trace of true energy flow on the opponent's body, and he is completely an ordinary person.

Jing Hongzhui frowned, bent down and picked up another stick: "Come again."

This time he got serious and used [-]% of his strength. Although the move "Flying Clouds and Lightning" has no internal strength, but the subtlety of the sword move itself is enough to repel the second-rate masters in the world.

The end of the dead wood crutch hit his belly again, Jing Hong chased him and flew backwards, smashing the firewood pile into pieces.

"Come again!"

"Come again!!"

"Come again..."

"Again……"

Jing Hongzhui was lying on the ground exhausted, surrounded by sticks of firewood, and the feathers of a dead skinny hen slowly floated down and landed on the tip of his nose.

Old Ghost Wei walked forward with a distorted gait, and continued to poke his bruised belly with a dead wooden crutch: "You are so useless, I'm afraid you can't even dig up the mud, you should die early, let me eat a few Moon bacon is so good."

Jing Hongzhui gritted her teeth and turned over, pinching the opponent's meridians—Old Ghost Wei's meridians were empty, without a trace of true energy.

He asked in disbelief: "You have no internal strength at all, why can you defeat me?"

Old Ghost Wei asked back, "Why not?"

Jing Hong pursued: "Not long ago I was passing through Yanzhou, and I was robbed by bandits. A rusty iron sword killed more than [-] bandits in a row, and slaughtered the entire bandit village—even if I don't have internal strength, I still have sword moves!"

Old Ghost Wei let out a weasel-like laugh: "That's it, why don't you have the nerve to call it 'Sword Move'? Who taught you, the guy in charge of holding the fire stick in the corvee camp?"

Jing Hongzhui was speechless.

The hidden sword sect that has been passed down for hundreds of years, the master of the realm of "no self, no sword", is actually regarded as a cook with a fire stick!

Who is this old ghost Wei who looks like a monster?

"What the hell! What do you think sword moves are, holding a pen like a child in the beginning, tapping horizontally and vertically, and tracing stroke by stroke? No matter how similar the strokes are, they are still characters, not calligraphy!" Old Ghost Wei jumped up. Cursing more vigorously, he poked Jing Hongzhui's chest with the end of the crutch, "Such a good bone! Such a good muscle! It's all wasted, wasted! It's better to feed me!"

Jing Hongzhui was painfully poked by him, but she didn't fight back, but asked: "Then tell me, what is a sword move? How can it be regarded as a subtle sword move?"

Old Ghost Wei wanted to raise his head and raise his arms, pointing to the sky with a dead wooden crutch—his head was on his knees and he couldn't lift it up, and his arms were bent and he couldn't lift it up.

Jing Hongzhui blinked, stretched out his hand, and lifted the end of his crutch up to the position of the thatched roof behind him, pointing to the sky.

Only then did Old Ghost Wei catch his breath, and instead of answering, he asked, "What are clouds? What is wind? What are day and night? What are four seasons? What is time? What is the universe?"

Jing Hongzhui looked blank: "I haven't read any books. Clouds...are clouds, wind is wind, day and night, four seasons exist forever, time passes day by day, the universe...is infinite?"

"Since you also know that everything is everything itself, why does the sword have to have a 'trick'?"

Jing Hongzhui was taken aback by his question.

Old Ghost Wei asked again: "How many years have you used the sword?"

Jing Hong replied: "Seven years... no, eight years."

Old Ghost Wei shook his head: "After seven or eight years of walking in a crooked way, the smell of blood oozes from the joints of your bones, and your brain is not working well... Fortunately, you don't have internal strength, otherwise you will be a killer in this life."

Seeing Jing Hongchai's shocked and guarded eyes, Old Ghost Wei laughed strangely like a weasel: "Your bullshit sword moves are only murderous, when marking someone, first look at the opponent's vital points and the door, what is it if it's not a killer? "

Jing Hongzui was silent for a moment, then asked coldly: "What do you want? Eat me?"

Old Ghost Wei said, "If you don't want to be eaten, lay an egg for me every day. If you can't lay eggs, go to Caohe to dig mud first."

Jing Hongzhui stared at her fingers expressionlessly—the thick calluses on the tiger's mouth told the hardships of practicing sword day and night.He used to think he was talented, savvy, and persistent, and he thought he was one of the top assassins in the Seven Killing Battalion—and he was indeed.

Even if he loses all his internal strength, he doesn't think he will be slaughtered in this world.

But at this moment, the old man in front of him, who is neither human nor ghost, used a dead wooden crutch to teach him a lesson and told him - what you have learned in the past seven or eight years is shit!Worse than shit!

This feeling... is really indescribable.

Just when Old Ghost Wei turned around and was about to go to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife, Jing Hong chased after him, "I'll dig the mud for you and bear all the corvee for you. Please teach me... what is the real way of swordsmanship."

Old Ghost Wei replied with a sneer: "I can't teach you anything. 'Tao' never relies on teaching, but enlightenment."