The gate of Yongling South City, called Mingde Gate, is taken from the meaning of a fair and upright, both ability and political integrity. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoSince ancient times, the emperors who set the capital here have to pass through it alone, showing that they have both ability and political integrity, and the legend can continue the national ancestry.

Legends are always legends, and they are no longer known, but some legends are real and indelible.

It was a dusk day, and the orange sunset shone from the westernmost side, reflecting the moat like a splendid mirror standing on the river, but the passers-by did not want to admire it, because at this time the gates were about to be closed, and they missed the night outside the city.

However, among the pedestrians, there was a man who looked even more dazzling than this scene, which caused passers-by to frequently look sideways and talk about it.

He had long purple hair, which reflected the crimson light in the orange sunset, and where he walked, it seemed to be a little bit of fine crystal floating in the air, like shining stars.

He wore a purple tunic with a deep neck, a moon-white robe with large sleeves, and held a long, exaggerated black knife with a scabbard that looked like some kind of flower.

There is probably only one man in the world who is so beautiful, and that is Yan Shiyi.

Those with good eyesight have a premonition that something big is happening, and they have accelerated their pace into the city, but don't become a "pond fish" and run away, then it will be too late to regret it.

But the most eye-catching thing was not Yan Shiyi, but the four people lined up behind him who looked like guards.

These four people have very significant characteristics, they are tall, short, fat, and thin.

Yan Shiyi's left hand side is tall and thin. He was probably more than nine feet tall, with a bloody mouth, a very large nose, and the black hair of his nostrils was clearly visible; he wore a gray sleeveless gown, bare-chested and exposed his breasts, revealing the muscles of his upper body that were as strong as black rock knots; his trouser legs could only be wrapped around his small belly, and he was bare-footed; and he carried a huge club on his back, like the bones of some kind of large beast, white and white, and extremely terrifying.

The thin one, although he was seven feet tall, was like a bamboo pole, and he wore a silver-white half-arm, and his demeanor and appearance were very feminine, especially the eyes, which were actually pale yellow, as if they were real snake pupils; but the most strange thing was that he had a silver glittering silk coiled on his shoulder, and I couldn't tell what material it was, and there were pieces of snake scales embroidered on it, and when I looked at it from a distance, it looked like a silver python, which was draped on him, and it was indescribably strange and terrifying.

Yan Shiyi's right hand side is short and fat. The shorter man was probably only five feet tall, and his whole body was wrapped in black bandages, even his head and face were not exceptional, except for a pair of black eyes, and on his back he carried a longbow that was almost as tall as his height, the body of which was black and metallic, and the strings were silvery-white, like spider's silk, and the quiver was full.

The fat one, about six feet tall, with a round face and big ears, a fat head and a brain, bloated like a greedy silkworm, has not yet formed a cocoon, it is almost rounder than a cocoon, so that even the neck can not be seen; he wears a blue and white deep coat with a round neck, has a big belly, and has a smile on his face, and he is a handsome outsider; he holds a pair of abacus in his hand, and what is particularly striking is that the abacus is bright and yellow, orange and orange are heavy, and you can see that it is made of pure gold at a glance.

"Listen, the voices coming from here, I smell the scent of countless copper coins and silver taels, and I really want to embrace them in my arms and enjoy their gentle comfort. - But how can those noises be the same as those of babies, don't they understand, and do they have to be polite in business?" said the fat man.

The thin man scolded suspiciously: "Stinky operator, don't mention your damn demeanor to me, last time you sold me a lizard skin as the skin of a sand king snake, I haven't settled accounts with you yet!"

The fat man's eyes rolled for a moment, and he said with a smile: "That big lizard is the pet of Qin Queyue's concubine, that old pervert has not yet become the emperor, so he built a Tibetan Spring Palace, I don't know how many beautiful girls have been locked inside, and the big lizard doesn't know how many times it has been used by that little concubine, but it is cheap for you." ”

"Get out!" said the thin man, disgusted, "what you said was as disgusting as your face, and I swore to look at you again, and then I plucked my own eyeballs and drank wine." ”

"I recommend that you put the skin of the big lizard down and soak it together, it is all yin essence, which complements you well. The fat man said with a smile.

The thin man said coldly: "You should really use your brain to think when you speak, although it is all paste, even if you can move a little, you should know that this is irresponsible for your life." ”

"Aragami above, close your beak for me!" said the demon man carrying the beast bones viciously, "I keep arguing all day long, and Lao Tzu's ears are filled with the you spit out, and I am about to smoke to death." ”

The dwarf snorted coldly and said, "I believe that there is no one who has not eaten, except for you!"

"What are you talking about!" the Majin glared angrily.

I don't know what the principle is: high heels and short don't deal with each other, fat and thin are noisy every day.

"Why are you here?" Yan Shiyi suddenly turned around and glanced at them.

The four of them were suddenly silent, and closed their mouths firmly, for fear that if they opened a little, their tongues would not belong to them.

At this time, they happened to come to the gate of the city, and the five of them were not good at first glance, how dare the guards let them into the city, but their eyesight was not good, and when they saw them approaching, they immediately stopped and shouted: "At the feet of the Son of Heaven, where is the 'unfinished' wild man? Hurry up and get away!"

"Killed. Yan Shiyi said lazily.

"Your will is my will. ”

After the thin man finished speaking, the silver silk that was draped over him poked out like a poisonous snake, but when he saw the snake's shadow flash, the guards all fell to the ground and convulsed, foaming at the mouth, their eyes turned up, and they were completely dead.

"Kill, kill!"

The panic spread in an instant, and the guards on the city tower learned about it and ran down one after another.

A group of five people Shi Shiran entered the city. This first city gate entered, and there was an urn city, and the people on the first city tower were still on the stairs, and Yan Shiyi shouted: "Baichuan." ”

"Yes!"

The dwarf took out the bow behind his back, took out four arrows from the quiver, wound them together, pulled them full, and let them go. The four arrows burst through the air and sank deep into the second wall in four directions.

At this time, the shooters on the two sides of the city tower were ready, and one of the generals shouted: "No matter who comes here, dare to kill people in Yongling, shoot them all!"

Ten thousand arrows are fired.

Yan Shiyi's body was like a ghost, floating up, borrowing the four arrows nailed to the city wall, and jumping up to the city tower in three or two.

The remaining four followed, and the arrows that shot from the sky were inexplicably knocked away or destroyed before they could reach their bodies.

The four of them rushed up to the city tower, like wolves entering a flock of sheep, blood and limbs flew like rain, and the screams covered the hustle and bustle of Yongling City, and the panic spread further.

Yan Shiyi stood on the highest beacon tower and looked down, meaning that inexplicable chuckles poured out.

PS: It's the end of the year, please be considerate. Now until the end of the New Year, I can only try to 2,000 words a chapter, and then slowly recover 3,000 words after the year.