Reincarnation of the powerful minister

There was not one arrow left, and the small scorpion crossbow was useless, but Su Yan was reluctant to throw it away, so he fixed it on the outside of his thigh with a leather strip.

"Is there any side knife, lend me one?" He asked Jin Yiwei beside him.

The Jin Yiwei wiped the rainwater and mud off his face with his blood-stained cuff, and gasped, "Master Su, you should stop using your knife, it won't cut you anyway... No, I mean brothers Even when one soldier dies in the battle, he will fight to the death to protect the Lord! There is no need for the Lord to perform the sword himself."

Su Yan glanced outside the cave with worry.

"Misty Forest" is actually just a hill with undulating terrain, lush vegetation, and many caves, without the mysterious maze effect in the legend.Besides, the blood pupil assassins are good at lurking, tracking and assassinating, and the mere mountains and forests may not be able to stop their footsteps.

The Jin Yiwei suddenly changed his face, and said: "I heard Shi Qianhu's shout...it's too far away, I can't hear you clearly, I can go out and have a look. Master Su is staying here, this cave is hidden, so it can't be found easily "When the battle situation calms down, I will come back to pick up your lord."

Su Yan also knew that the cave was narrow and could not accommodate many people. In addition, the Jinyi guards were united in spirit. He couldn't bear to see his brothers fighting hard outside and took refuge by himself, so he nodded and said, "Go. If they really break through the defense line and attack, how many of you It's no use staying by my side."

Jin Yiwei left the cave after cupping his fists, and he didn't come back for a long time.

Su Yan waited for a long time, but there was still no movement outside, only the slight sound of raindrops hitting the leaves at the entrance of the cave, like a rapid heartbeat.

He smelled an ominous breath, and then heard an indistinct voice from outside, as if separated by a barrier, dull and somewhat distorted.

"Come out, His Royal Highness, you won't be able to escape even if you hide, why bother to shrink back and lose the face of the royal family."

The voice was just outside the entrance of the cave, and it wasn't just a random trick to trick him into showing up.

Su Yan took a deep breath.When death was imminent, the originally tense mood calmed down strangely.

The enemy called him "His Royal Highness the Prince", which meant that he hadn't seen through the trick. Su Yan silently estimated the time - two and a half days had passed since Shen Qi and Zhu Helin left, and they should have left the boundary of Shandong and arrived at the edge of the capital. Bar.

Thinking of this, he suddenly smiled slightly, got up and straightened his helmet and cloak, straightened his waist, pushed aside the large wild potato leaves covering the entrance of the cave, and stepped out of the cave.

The entrance of the cave was surrounded by dense layers of black-clothed assassins, and many scarlet eyes stared at him, exuding an inhuman cold murderous aura, which made Su Yan's hair stand on end.But what shocked him even more was that standing in front of the group of assassins was a man in red robes wearing a bronze mask and black leather gloves. The voice that he spoke just now seemed to be coming from this man.

——The leader of the Seven Killing Camp? !

But the camp owner is obviously dead!Just in the spring of last year, when Shen Qi and King Yu surrounded the two residences of the Wei family, they searched out the Seven Killers on the spot.During the fight between the two sides, it was he who personally shot the battalion owner in the waist with an electric blunderbuss. In the end, the battalion owner knew that he would die, so in order not to expose his face, he crushed his face together with the mask and killed himself.

Why did she appear in front of him unscathed at this moment?

Su Yan didn't believe in the resurrection from the dead, and his mind was full of distracting thoughts for a moment.

There is only one reason to explain this situation, and that is that the "Seven Killing Battalion Leader" is just an identity.Under this red robe, Yi Zhe cultivated more than one puppet to walk in the world.

If the master doesn't die, the brain worms will never die. If one dies, another one will continue to take over.

For the first time, Su Yan felt a little fear of the "players" behind the scenes, but what followed was a stronger will to fight and an unyielding determination to die.

Looking at Jin Yiwei lying on the ground, life and death unknown, he clenched his fists in secret, and said coldly: "No matter how rampant you are, you are just a bunch of jumping clowns. Let's wait and see the day when you will be wiped out!"

The new leader of the Seven Killing camp said with a strange yin and yang: "His Royal Highness is so generous, I don't know when the sword is on the neck—"

Before the words were finished, an assassin in black with normal eyes squeezed up from behind the crowd and whispered a few words to him.

Su Yan couldn't see the change in the camp owner's expression, but he noticed that the opponent's fingers trembled like a twitch, as if hit by an electric shock of shock and anger.

The original flat voice also became extremely sharp, and the camp owner's eyes hidden behind the mask stabbed at Su Yan like a sword, and said angrily: "You are not the prince! You are Su Twelve!"

Su Yan spread his hands mockingly: "Walking you like a dog for two and a half days, only to realize that I'm not the target, isn't it too slow?"

This battalion owner's desire for revenge seems to be much stronger than the previous one, and he sneered suddenly: "Is it so what, I will die anyway, if I kill you, it will not be too late to hunt down and kill the prince."

He raised one hand and moved his fingers wrapped in black leather, and several blood-eyed assassins stepped forward and fanned Su Yan around. The long sword in his hand was still blood-stained and cold.

As the shadow of death approached, Su Yan gritted his teeth and restrained his instinctive retreat, but couldn't hold back and closed his eyes tightly——

In the blowing sword wind, there seemed to be some very slight sounds mixed in, like the first trill of a leaf flute, followed by the muffled sound of metal falling to the ground, one after another.

Su Yan opened his eyes suddenly, and only saw a shadow passing by the edge of his field of vision from the corner of his vision, so fast that he couldn't see what it was.

He subconsciously turned his head to catch the whereabouts of that thing, and suddenly found a two-finger-wide dead leaf stuck obliquely on the rock wall next to the cave entrance.

The dead leaves are as gray and yellow as butterflies, and they are also as light as butterflies, but this light and brittle thing is now harder than iron sheets, and half of it is firmly embedded in the cracks in the rock.

Su Yan opened his eyes wide in amazement, and heard muffled sounds one after another in his ears, puff, puff, puff... He turned his head and saw the blood-eyed assassins around him fell to the ground clutching their throats, as if they were in the same Moment, hurt in the same place.

Was it cut by... that dead leaf?

Su Yan couldn't help thinking of the martial arts that he had seen in his previous life, where he mentioned the unique skill of "flying flowers and picking leaves", which is to infuse true energy into the flowers and leaves, making soft and hard, soft and hard. Intangible, it can be called a big killing move that can be lifted lightly.

This trick looks simple, but it actually requires extremely high requirements for the performer. It must not only have strong enough true energy, but also have fine-grained control. It can freely move around at the extremes of softness and rigidity, and do whatever it wants. It is not the ultimate martial art. The realm of the master cannot be displayed.

...Which big boss saved him at the critical moment?Su Yan was full of gratitude and scanned the audience.

Yiye injured four people in a row, but in the blink of an eye.

The camp owner and the black-clothed assassins suddenly turned around and looked at the mountains behind, only to see a gray figure appearing in the withered forest. At first glance, it was still thirty or forty feet away, but after a few glances, it was almost approaching. to the front——

He was a young man in his twenties wearing gray linen clothes. He had no hairpins or crowns, and his black hair was simply tied into a high ponytail with gray cloth strips. He was holding a branch with dead leaves in his hand, as if from It fell from the autumn tree next to it.

No matter how you look at it, you feel like an ordinary citizen, but you can't tell what kind of business you are engaged in—a farmer?Hawker?woodcutter?Orion?Maybe both, maybe neither.

But the dead leaf that cut through the throats of the four of them in an instant came from the branch he was holding.

The camp owner, as if facing an enemy, ordered: "Kill him!"

The blood pupil assassins were urged to attack them in groups, and countless sword lights rushed towards the civilian man like shooting stars.

The clothed man didn't have any weapons, not even a counter move. He just walked forward steadily step by step, like a flying knife flying through the wind and rain, with the sharpness of breaking everything in the world, but it was more powerful than a flying knife. It is more comfortable to advance and retreat, and more at ease.

Dead leaves flew out from his fingers, and each piece pierced through the vitals of three or five black-clothed assassins. Because the leaves were thin and fast, they couldn't even stain the blood when they cut through the body.

The assassins were harvested like wheat, and the dead leaves in his hands were all picked, leaving only a long, slender, bent, dry branch.

The commoner man was more calm, with dead branches in his hands like a fishing net, a whip for riding a horse, or a reed flute for driving sheep, casually laying on the pairs of blood pupils.

In just one cup of tea time, hundreds of blood pupil assassins fell to the ground in disorder, and either died on the spot, or were seriously injured and lost their combat power.

There was only one seven-kill camp leader in a red robe like blood left, standing alone in shock amidst the corpses all over the floor.

"...Who are you?" He asked dryly and stiffly, "What kind of martial arts is this?!"

He has never seen it before. It cannot be called a martial arts move. It seems to be the same as a rain, a gust of wind, a night of leaves, and a wisp of smoke between the sky and the earth. It appears where and when it should appear, making people irresistible. and fight back.

The clothed man abandoned the branch, stepped forward and reached out to cover the camp owner's mask.

Facing an indescribable pressure from the realm, the battalion leader was unable to move, and his true energy was frozen.

The clothed man took off the camp owner's mask and examined the face.Kong's left hand was hanging by his side, and his fingers moved a few times, as if he was recalling a certain touch. Finally, the man said with certainty: "You are not Lian Qinghan, the leader of the Seven Killing Battalion, you are a substitute."

The head of the Seven Killing camp was even more frightened: "Who are you...how did you know the name Lian Qinghan?"

The clothed man said: "Seven years of martial arts training and obedience, once all the kung fu is paid off, and the Seven Killing Battalion is personally destroyed, this past can be completely washed away. From now on, no matter 'Tianzi No. 23' or 'Assassin Nameless', Have nothing to do with me.

"——My name is Jing Hongzhui." He said his name calmly, and then pointed at the camp owner's medulla.

The energy enters the brain, and there will be no Seven Killing Battalions in the world from then on.

Su Yan watched this scene expressionlessly.He thought that when he saw Jing Hongzhui again, there should be a storm in his heart, but in fact there was no fluctuation, like a thick layer of ice frozen on the surface of the water, which became hard due to the alternation of expectations and disappointments accumulated over time. Even numb.

Jing Hong chased towards him, with an uncomfortable expression on her face, as if she had been pondering over her words for a long time, and shrank back timidly when she was about to leave her mouth.

——Looking at you like this, your martial arts has improved to a higher level, congratulations.

——Less than two years away, you have found your "Tao". It seems that I am indeed the biggest obstacle in your martial arts journey.

——How should I address Your Excellency now, Sword God?Sword fairy?Great Master?

——You fucking ran away to engage in your lifelong pursuit, why did you come back to provoke me again?Who wants you to save!

Countless words surged in Su Yan's chest, whether sad or sad or angry or angry, but in the end, he found that he couldn't say a word.

He turned around with indifference, looked down for the corpses of Jin Yiwei in the forest, and turned them over one by one to see if there were any survivors.

Jing Hongzhui is like a child who has made a mistake. She wants to be forgiven, but feels unworthy of it, and is worried about stimulating the other party's emotions. She follows step by step.

Su Yan didn't pay him a glance, his eyes were red, and he touched the blood-stained faces of Jin Yiwei.

These are all warriors who sacrificed for their faith and mission, but at this time he was unable to wash and bury them one by one.

He had to treat the survivors first, and take them back to the capital as soon as possible.

After Jing Hong chased after hesitant to speak, she couldn't help but said: "There is no one here, there is one alive three feet away on the right, and there are two more ahead."

Su Yan didn't answer, but still searched for the locations he pointed out one by one. Sure enough, he found many wounded people, including Shi Yanshuang, who was in charge of Qianhu.

Jing Hongzhui helped with the first aid treatment for the wound, and injected true energy to treat the internal injury. These surviving Jin Yiwei were basically safe.

A total of 600 elite guards in Jinyi, after days of fierce battles with Wang's "rebel army" and blood pupil assassins, in the end there were only more than [-] people left.

After Shi Yanshuang bandaged the wound, she sighed: "Fortunately, Mr. Su is unscathed! Thanks to this..."

He took a look at Jing Hong and felt familiar, like Su Yan's previous personal bodyguard, but his temperament and realm were completely different, so he couldn't help but look a few more times, and asked, "I don't know this... Honorable name?"

Su Yan answered first: "His surname is Scum, and his name is Paopao."

Jing Hongzhui turned her face away speechlessly.

Check and run?This name is really... Shi Yanshuang smiled dryly: "Good, good name, it has a casual and uninhibited meaning, and it really is a hidden master."

The more Su Yan heard it, the more angry he got, with a serious face, he got up and led the horse: "Your position in charge of punishing thousands of households was obtained by flattering Shen Qi, right?"

Shi Yanshuang was scolded inexplicably, and was very depressed, but he couldn't get angry with Su Yan, so he could only mutter aggrievedly: "I worked hard for this! You don't know what role your girlfriend is? Tiger ass You can't even touch it, so how can you take pictures!"

"'Good friend'...you mean Shen Qi?" Jing Hongzhui finally spoke, her voice was as cold as the shadow of a sword in a cold pond, Shi Yanshuang couldn't help but tremble.

This voice was even more familiar, and Shi Yanshuang confirmed that the person in front of her was Jing Hongzhui, but she didn't know what kind of adventure happened after she left, as if she had completely changed herself, and even her martial arts had reached an unfathomable level.

"You...are you really Jinghong's bodyguard?" He asked hesitantly.

Jing Hong asked back: "If you say it so casually, it has already been made public internally?"

Only then did Shi Yanshuang realize that there might have been some inexplicable relationship between the former bodyguard and Mr. Su, this is jealousy!Immediately, he felt wronged for his own Shangguan.

But where Jing Hongchai's current realm is, he didn't dare to offend him face to face, so he lowered his voice and replied maliciously: "It's not just inside the Beizhen Fusi, I'm afraid the whole capital knows about it. Just two days ago In front of the Crown Prince and all the Jin Yiwei, Mr. Su hugged our Mr. Tongzhi and had a good kiss. Hey, that was really... tsk tsk, sweet love, dry firewood... It is a bit inappropriate to say 'good friends', In fact, this is no different from a husband and wife..."

Jing Hongzhui stood up abruptly and walked towards Su Yan.Shi Yanshuang pouted teasingly behind him.

Su Yan didn't seem to see Jing Hong chasing her back, and said directly to the wounded on horseback: "Brothers of Jin Yiwei, can you still persist? If we can, we will set off now and rush back to Beijing as soon as possible to see if the crown prince and Shen Tongzhi are okay. Arrived smoothly."

The guards in brocade clothes made a sound, and there was no objection.

A group of people recovered the horses and boarded the return journey again. In order to hurry and consider the injury, they took the waterway.

As for Jing Hongchai who followed silently, Su Yan didn't drive him away, but he didn't say a word to him either, completely treating him as air.

In the middle of the night, in the cabin of the tanker, Su Yan tossed and turned on the narrow bed, extremely tired, but couldn't sleep.

As soon as the eyes were closed, the long sword "Oath" with the pattern of the dark night nebula appeared in his mind, as well as the words Jing Hongchai conveyed by Shen Qi himself -

"Tell my lord, I went to pursue my 'Tao'. I thought it was him. After this battle, I realized that only the sword is my lifelong pursuit."

The cabin door was knocked lightly, and Jing Hong's chasing voice sounded softly outside the door: "My lord, I brought some tea and snacks over."

Su Yan was very thirsty and a little hungry, but he didn't want to see him, so he said in a deep voice, "Leave the door, you go!"

After a while, there was no movement outside the door, Su Yan thought that Jing Hong had really left, and got even more angry for no reason, cursing in his heart: If you tell you to leave, you will leave?Don't fart?Sure enough, I am free to come and go, and I still care about my life!

He angrily beat the bed board several times to vent his anger, but he couldn't hold back his thirst, so he finally got up and went to open the door.

The tray containing tea and snacks was placed on the deck outside the door. Su Yan bent down to pick it up, turned back to the cabin, and closed the door tightly.

Then she was shocked—Jing Hongzhui sat silently on the edge of the bed, not knowing how she got in!

The moment you bent down to take the tray, it floated in against the door frame, and you didn't notice it at all?Is he a ghost? !

In shock, the tray dropped from his hand.Jing Hong chased her figure and appeared in front of Su Yan again. She firmly caught the cup and plate full of water and placed it on the table.

Su Yan was furious: "Good martial arts, it's amazing! What are you showing off? I'm a small room for ordinary people, and I can't entertain any sword gods or sword immortals. Your Excellency, hurry up and break the void, don't be contaminated with harmful emotions and six desires!"

Jing Hong chased Su Yan tightly without saying a word.

Su Yan was so angry that his seven orifices were smoking, and while fighting back desperately, even though it was like a mayfly shaking a tree, it could not be shaken at all; while cursing in his heart: After the upgrade, it is really terrible, even the old master is not in his eyes!Before, one mouthful of "adults" and "subordinates" wagged their tails like a dog, but now it's awesome, if you dare to directly invade, fuck you!

Jing Hongzhui didn't go any further, but just hugged him so tightly, allowing Su Yan to beat and punch, kick and kick him, venting his long-standing anger fiercely until he was exhausted.

Su Yan was really exhausted, and guessed that even if it was a punching bag, he would blow it up by now.

He let out a long breath exhausted, and slid down with exhaustion: "You... you go, don't come to me again! It took me a long time to get used to having no one behind me, and not to shout when I'm in trouble." Ah Zhui, I'm used to warming my feet with Mrs. Tang... Do you still want to come here and peel off a few layers of my skin? Give me some dignity, and treat it as a memory of our acquaintance."

Jing Hong chased her heart like a knife, her eyes were red, she gritted her teeth and swallowed back the bitterness in her mouth, and picked up Su Yan and put him on the bed.

Su Yan sighed in disappointment, and moved his hand to his belt: "Do you really want to use this breakup gun?"

Jing Hongzhui held Su Yan's hand, knelt down in front of the bed, and looked at him for a moment, from eyebrows to hair, to every tiny scratch on the skin that had been added in the past year and a half. Filled with spoonfuls of wish-fulfilling thoughts, poured back into my dry body.

"My lord..." he murmured, "This subordinate is back."

Su Yan shook his head: "But I don't need it anymore. I'm fine now, and I don't lack anything I should have."

Every word is a piercing awl, Jing Hongzhui couldn't bear the pain, and took a breath.

Su Yan said: "Have you heard the story of the devil in the bottle? The devil was locked in the bottle, and after one month he secretly promised the whole kingdom to the person who rescued him, and after one year he secretly promised to give the person who rescued him a box of Jewelry, but after hundreds of thousands of years, he no longer promises anything, he just wants to tear the person who rescued him into pieces—because he has waited too long, and love and hatred are meaningless.

"Me too. From Beijing to Shaanxi, from Shaanxi to Nanjing, from Nanjing to the unknown road in the future. From the old peach tree in the yard where my sister's ashes were dug up, to the sword light and the Great Wall I dreamed of every night The wind on the sky... I don't want to wait any longer.

"Since people have their own aspirations, there is no need to force them. Fate comes and goes, and love is scattered. I don't blame you for choosing your own way now, but I don't want to fall into the pit that I finally climbed out of. That's it. ..."

Jing Hongzhui held his hand tightly, like a cliff tree that was toppled by the storm of guilt and pain, it could only rely on such a small suspension with the rock to prevent it from falling into the abyss.

"It's all the subordinate's fault." He said in a hoarse voice, "If I could cheer myself up sooner, I wouldn't waste half a year on getting drunk and escaping... If I could recover my martial arts earlier and realize what belongs to me" Dao', I can go back to my lord earlier..."

Su Yan blinked once, and then blinked several times, as if he didn't understand.

After being stunned for a moment, he asked involuntarily, "What does it mean to get drunk and escape? What does it mean to recover martial arts?"

Jing Hong pursued: "On the day my lord impeached the Wei family, I went to Shuntian Mansion to file a complaint. On the way, I met the head of the Seven Killing Battalion and the flute player..."

His narration is still so dry, without lyricism, only concise description, as sharp as his sword.

However, Su Yan heard a cold sweat, and almost screamed when he heard him disperse his kung fu.

It turned out that Ah Zhui was indeed present when he supervised and beheaded Wei Jun to avenge his sister, but he dared not show up.

It turned out that after he left Beijing, all thoughts were lost, and he was wandering all the time. If he had money, he would get himself drunk, and if he had no money, he would do odd jobs and kill several gangs of bandits.

It turned out that before he met Old Ghost Wei, he had tasted the most desperate life and the most humble experience.

After one year in the WTO, he washed away the bloody aura that belonged to the killer on his body, and finally broke through and stood up. He succeeded in enlightenment, and a new true energy slowly grew and condensed.

He found his "sword", but it never disappeared, and that was Jing Hong's life.

"Bring the sword, go to meet the person I want to see, and live my life." Jing Hong chased, "So I'm back, whether the adults need me or not, my 'Tao' is here."

"...Where is Senior Wei?"

"He died of illness. I took care of his funeral. I dug the grave with my own hands and made a coffin and a tombstone. It's on the back hill of that small village. The scenery is quite beautiful."

Su Yan still had a straight face, but there were tears in his eyes: "Didn't you say 'with a sword', where is the sword?"

Jing Hongzhui approached boldly: "Everything can be a sword, but those are just for use. My real sword is here with my lord..."

Su Yan turned away uncomfortably: "I'm really not used to it..."

"Because I'm used to Shen Qi?"

"..."

Su Yan was a little guilty, but more of a righteous annoyance: "So what? I've been divided, and I'm not allowed to have another relationship?"

Jing Hong chased indifferently: "When you had no points, didn't you also talk secretly? At that time, you used the guise of a brother to cover people's eyes and ears, but now it's good, the guise is no longer needed, and everyone hugs and kisses in full view. Some of the subordinates Worrying about your lord—is it alright if the prince is watching from the sidelines?"

This "subordinate" is not "subordinate" at all!How dare you take care of the master!

As the level of martial arts has risen, how come the temperament and self-awareness have also risen?Su Yan was a little confused, but it didn't prevent him from cleaning up the concubine who ran away and talked back.

"Qiro and I, we are not only brothers, but—"

"This subordinate knows." Jing Hongzhui only used four words, blocking back the second half of his sentence.

Su Yan choked for a moment, and said again: "I promised him to be together forever. Otherwise, you and I should not be reunited...It's not fair to you, and I can't handle it no matter how much..."

Jing Hong chased and asked: "Didn't your lord handle it well before? Besides, he guards his and I guard mine, so don't bother anyone else. Whoever thinks it's unfair, the winner or loser of the martial arts competition."

Su Yan was completely speechless.

He knew that Jing Hongzhui and Shen Qi had long had old grievances.This time, Shen Qi helped Jing Hong chase and conceal the truth on the surface, but it's hard to guarantee that she didn't take the opportunity to rule out her rival's tricks.Jing Hongzhui also knew in her heart that although she couldn't find a reason to attack him, it was considered a new enmity.

Just two, it's so difficult to coordinate... Sigh.

After a long while, he muttered: "And the emperor...I have to find a way to convince him to keep you two..."

Jing Hongzhui said sincerely, "Your Excellency, it's really hard work."

If he hadn't been familiar with the pissing behavior of his bodyguard, Su Yan would really have thought this sentence was a sarcasm.

But the guard who regained his old job didn't think he was a dog. Anyway, he got worse and said: "No matter how noble the emperor is, he still has to line up. Also, for the sake of fairness, the subordinates apply to review the past to learn the new."

Su Yan felt ashamed, grabbed the pillow and smashed him in the face: "Go away! It's time to burn your eyebrows, who has the mood to talk nonsense to you! The emperor's condition is unknown, and the whereabouts of the young master and Qilang are unknown. I have to rush back to the capital as soon as possible." , to help the young master calm down the situation."

Jing Hong chased after him: "After throwing away those dozens of useless Jinyiwei wounded soldiers, it only takes one day for me to bring my lord back to Beijing."

"Why do I hear this awkwardly. Can you speak without hostility towards Qilang and Jin Yiwei?"

"...The wounded need to rest, it is not suitable to hurry, let them take the boat slowly. Let's go first."

"It's better." Su Yan tugged Jing Hong's high ponytail casually, feeling that even if the other party became a grand master or grand master, he was still his dog's bodyguard, "Let me have a good sleep and leave tomorrow morning. You Go rest too."

Jing Hong got up and took two steps, then turned back and asked quite seriously: "The autumn is cold and the river is cold, sir, really don't need Tang Hanzi?"

Su Yan pulled up the quilt to cover his blushing face, and replied in a muffled voice, "Get lost... please."