ps: Tomorrow's update may be moved to the day after tomorrow.,I'm going to sort out my thoughts a little.,I'm sorry -

Before nightfall, Xiao Kuang remembered once again what his sworn brother had said.

Killing is not always a permanent way, those killers are innocent from a certain point of view, they are the people of Nanzhao, if they can pull out the bad roots under the thick soil that controls them, wouldn't it be more valuable for these young and well-trained young men with high martial arts skills to be incorporated into the army?

A few years ago, he just sat on the throne, and his foundation was unstable. And now that many of their decisions have proved their role with time, the country is developing benignly, these young men who practice killing tricks all day long, should they also wake up? Shouldn't people live to live well? You can't kill it all, you can't kill it, you can't listen to good words and persuasion, what is this called?

Standing in the densely arranged defense lattice area inside the Wolf's Tooth Siege, looking at the black figures under the city tower who kept entering at an extremely fast speed through the dim night, Emperor Wang Chi of Nanzhao sighed, collected some of the past thoughts suspended in his mind, and issued an order to a military guard beside him.

The martial guard frowned slightly, did not speak, only folded his fists respectfully towards the emperor's silhouette, and walked downstairs quickly.

Maybe the method of countering violence with violence is very laborious and cruel, and in the eyes of the third brother, it has always been a policy to revitalize the country, but simply tonight's bloodbath operation will hurt the vitality of that force, so that it cannot be recovered at least within two or three years, so that the second brother can go to the west without worries.

When the Qingchuan incident was over, the second brother and the third brother returned to Beijing, and there were two more helpers on the left and right, so that they could do this kind of major event that involves a huge area but can cure the country's disease fundamentally.

Kill the murderer. Their own actions must be more decisive, even bloody and cruel, and the bloodbath is about to break out, and it must reflect an overwhelming offensive. There must not be the slightest slackness in the means, and there is no life. Only death.

There is no life and death, this decision, before tonight's event started, the emperor did not inform Xixin, who was involved in this matter for the first time.

Considering that the killer group he faced this time may have become very large because of the strength he had accumulated for three years, His Majesty the Emperor turned over a hole card that had been hidden in his sleeve for many years but was not insignificant.

The head of the three disciples of the ancient school, the martial arts wizard of the Beili School for a hundred years, was once imprisoned in the Beiyan Palace, and was later taken back to Zhao by Lin Shan. Hiding in a small temple in Kyoto, the plain-clothed monk Xixin who strikes the bell and recites the scriptures every day, he is Lin Shan's elder brother, and Lin Shan's emperor's brother entrusted him with the responsibility of guarding the backyard of the palace tonight.

It's just a guard, preventing the killer from breaking into the harem, Xixin didn't think about killing, but tonight's two-hour guard work added nearly a hundred lives to his hands.

It can pass the initial cleaning of the siege of Guò Wolf's Tooth, and then break through the interception of the Yulin Army, and finally kill in the backyard of the palace, leaving only the Xixin guarding barrier. These more than 100 people can already be regarded as good hands in the rivers and lakes. However, in front of Xixin, a small temple monk in plain clothes who is second only to Kyoto's martial arts attainments, the assassination skills that these more than 100 people have played skillfully and have countless successful experiences seem to have become a game of mischief by inferior children.

However, Xi Xin, who is deeply in the martial arts realm, is only shooting tonight with the heart of teaching a group of bad children. He was unarmed, and the injuries inflicted on the killers by his fists and slashes were relatively mild, internal injuries that could obviously be healed by taking time to recuperate. Before tonight's events began, he had already negotiated with the Supreme Emperor Xià, who was only responsible for guarding the backyard of the palace from the invasion of those murderers, and that did not mean that he would kill.

A few years ago, although he was trying to hide his identity and escape from the pursuit of the Beiyan Palace, he listened to the persuasion of Senior Brother Lin and became a monk in a small temple in the south of Huyang, but the old monk who was still alive in the temple gave him the teachings at that time. He didn't take it as a child's play.

Although he is a halfway monk, it is likely that he will still be vulgar in the future. But in recent years, the quiet life in the temple has still given him some influence and inspiration, and he has not had the intention of killing for several long years.

Even if he didn't have the experience of shaving the years of life as a monk. Since he tracing back to the roots of the ancient sect where he grew up, his attitude towards people and things is roughly the same as Lin Shan's attitude towards these killers, and there may be a way to kill, but it will never be as bloody and cruel as tonight.

Looking at the group of killers who were successively beaten to the bone by their own fists, vomited blood with their palms, and lost the power to attack and fell to the ground, they were quickly slashed to death by the Ouchi guards and Yulin soldiers who came around with spears and knives, Xi Xin felt that although these people did not die at their own hands, they ...... In fact, he died at his own hands.

But he can't act because of pity, mercy can only be put in his heart, and he still can't stop shooting, and he can't retreat halfway when he enters the bloody killing circle tonight.

Because of the promise made to the emperor in advance, and because he can't be regarded as a Buddhist in the pure sense of the word.

If he retreats now and leaves, it may be the poor people in the palace who will be bloodied tonight, and in this game of either you die or I die, Xixin temporarily chose the side he promised first.

But after tonight, he thought he would never do it again.

If he really was just a monk, perhaps when the killing cries in Wolftooth City finally died down tonight, he should crush the sins of being a dead man and over-cleansing his hands. But he didn't do that, because he was more or less a passer-by. His true loyalty and reverence are still in that ancient school, and no matter how the time, place, and identity change, he only believes in what he has learned.

But what he did tonight still made him feel the strongest feeling of nausea and nausea in his life, and his hands, which naturally hung down in the sleeves of his black robe, trembled slightly.

Everything has a beginning and an end. I don't know if enough people have been killed tonight, but under the deep night sky without moon and stars, the sharp sound of cold weapons colliding, the dull sound of fists and feet hand-to-hand combat, and the dull roar and shouting mixed together finally gradually died down.

Regardless of whether the main gate of the Imperial Palace, which was guarded by the commander of the Kyoto garrison, and the north gate that was personally supervised and guarded by His Majesty the Emperor, whether the murderers in these two places had been killed, at this time, Xixin could roughly determine that the back gate of the Imperial Palace facing the east that he was guarding had been washed in blood, and he had no interest in checking whether the two guards needed help and support.

He desperately wanted to leave the tall and beautiful complex. But where the smell of blood is abundant.

He wondered if when he returned to the small temple deep in the bamboo forest tonight, the gods who had suffered the death of thousands of living beings would be slashed by thunder at the moment before he was about to enter the courtyard.

But he still had to go back there.

Except to go back there. Where else can I go back?

Taking off the iron-plastic helmet, Xixin, who revealed his true face, sighed slowly and slightly. Wounding more than a hundred assassin masters hadn't really tired him yet, but he was tired of seeing those killers who had lost their ability to attack quickly and decisively killed by the Yulin soldiers just now.

And looking at the nameless master in front of him who seemed to have never appeared before, but as soon as he appeared today, the martial arts cultivation he showed was very close to the Martial God Lord and showed his face, it was actually a shaved monk, and the Yulin soldiers standing beside Xixin couldn't help but secretly take a breath. However, because of the discipline of the military. At this time, no one opened his mouth to say half a word.

However, seeing that Xi Xin actually took off his helmet in front of everyone and showed his real face, and then he began to untie the black brocade robe on his body again, the head of the East Palace Guard, who was standing beside him, realized a problem, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally couldn't help but speak in a deep voice: "Master, is this going to leave?" ”

"Yes."

Xi Xin didn't hide it, but he didn't want to say anything more, he had already untied the black brocade robe that was not stained with half a drop of blood, along with the black iron plastic helmet, and handed it back to the chief of the guard beside him.

Under the black brocade robe, there is still the plain monk's robe that Xixin often wears. There is no black robe to cover it. The plain clothes reflected the weak starlight and the lights of the palace not far away, making Xixin's figure more obvious in the crowd. As the surrounding Yulin soldiers gradually turned their gazes over, they looked at the unusually calm and indifferent face of the plain-clothed monk. There are already some people who are aware of a problem.

People in Buddhism, abstain from killing. It is true that the plain-clothed monk had not killed any of the murderers with his own hands just now, at most he was maimed, which seemed to prove this precept, but ...... Why did His Majesty send a monk who had abstained from killing to guard the back gate of the palace?

Could it be that His Majesty does not know this Buddhist rule?

Or was there a mistake in the transmission of His Majesty's message, and his group of Yulin guards were too ruthless and violated a certain guard's bottom line?

Soon, a lot of eyes pointed to the head of the East Palace Yulin Guard. His Majesty's edict was passed on to the eastern guard area, and he personally commanded a means of killing without leaving behind...... Shouldn't that be the case?

Everyone had such doubts and contradictions in their hearts, but no one was the first to speak. Time. In front of the East Palace compound, which was covered with blood, lying down the corpses of hundreds of murderers, and standing upright on the neatly paved square of stone bricks filled with hundreds of Lin Wei, the atmosphere was somewhat solidified. It's too quiet, and it's a little unsettling.

Palms combined. There was a soft sound of "pop", but it came far away.

Xi Xin handed the iron helmet and black robe to the chief of the East Palace Yulin Guard, which was equivalent to returning it to the emperor, and then he clasped his palms together and said slowly and calmly: "The main matter is over, the rest of the matter, the chief of the guard can decide, the poor monk really doesn't want to stop here anymore, please forgive me, and say goodbye." ”

Xixin asked the chief guard to forgive him for his hasty departure, and the chief guard could really understand. After all, Xixin's smooth and clean scalp always reminds the people who can be seen that he is a monk, even if he does not say that he is benevolent, such killing is taboo.

But seeing that Xi Xin was about to turn around and leave, his mood was a little complicated, and the head of the guard, who was a little distracted, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said, "Isn't the master saying goodbye to His Majesty?" ”

As soon as these words came out, it suddenly became a reminder, and Yulin Weiqi, who was scattered around the field, focused his eyes on the heart of the stream again. Even if he is a monk who has escaped into the empty door, his martial arts attainments are terrifyingly strong, but there are some basic rules that must be followed, not to mention that the inch of soil he is stepping on now is still the emperor's doorstep.

And if he is displeased that tonight's events are too bloody, he can say it himself in front of the emperor. The other subordinates of the Yulin Army who participated in this bloodbath tonight also wanted to know whether there was an error in the transmission of His Majesty's dictation, or whether there was a disagreement between the plain-clothed monk and His Majesty.

This monk seems to have some background, and all the people of the Yulin Army have seen his martial arts strength tonight, and they are all in admiration and admiration. However, as the palace guards, this group of guards, who are rated in number but are all different from ordinary soldiers, also have some arrogance from the palace.

Just glanced at everyone in front of him, and Xi Xin already roughly knew the reason for the slight change in the atmosphere in the venue.

He was once under house arrest in the Beiyan Palace. Watching how many power conspiracies are happening in the palace with a cold eye, how can you be unfamiliar with the royal rules?

But if it weren't for his nature, he wouldn't like to play with this set, and he would be tired of it in the Beiyan Palace. How could he do everything possible to run, and run back to Nanzhao all the way to hide in a small temple to be a monk. And not back to the sect?

With a calm smile on his face, Xi Xin didn't explain much, nor did he say anything respectful, but just said four words succinctly: "Your Majesty Xià knows." ”

Tonight's events were originally planned by His Majesty.

So when I can go, of course he knows.

The gentle smile on the upright and peaceful face of the plain-clothed monk Xi is not a portrayal of his true mood at this time, but even if he has been a monk for more than ten years in order to hide his identity, it is also more than ten years that the ancient Buddha of the green lantern has been accompanied. It will always have a certain impact on the habits of the heart, so that he is accustomed to showing people peace and affection.

However, whether it was learning art with his master in the grassland of the Great Wilderness Mountain when he was young, accompanying and taking care of his two junior brothers, or being kidnapped by his uncle to the Northern King's Mansion in the year of the weak crown, and living under house arrest for several years, he seemed to be a gentle person before he became a monk. Even the most aggrieved years spent in the Northern King's Mansion did not contribute to his violent temper.

But tonight, he suddenly wanted to be angry.

The taste of being designed. He was disgusted.

However, when he glanced at the sturdy men standing near and far around him who were guarding the safety of the palace, he suddenly realized that he had lived for so many years. It seems that a kind of love is lost. He couldn't help but think that if the two juniors in the sect and the closest and most trusted disciples in his life were by his side at this time, he might be able to find those feelings, but at this moment he could only face a group of such unfamiliar faces, and he couldn't find a way out of his anger inexplicably.

Tonight's events were planned by His Majesty the Emperor, and these Yulin soldiers were only carrying out the royal order, and they did a very good job in carrying out the order, and should be commended. However, at the same time, the plain-clothed monk Xixin also clearly understood. The emperor has set up a bureau, and he has already stepped in.

But he didn't want to.

So he was ready to leave. It is essential to leave as early as possible.

His uncle worked for the Northland, and one of his younger brothers was probably the next Ion successor. Although he has not yet obtained the official title, he has already done a lot of things to serve the empire of Nanzhao, which has not been established for a long time, but whether it is the north and the south, he does not want to enter either of these two great arrays.

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A ray of light at dawn, like a sword held by a god, tore through the dark night scene that shrouded the heavens and the earth before dawn. Light dispels darkness, sometimes it seems difficult, sometimes the power to break and drive is so swift and unstoppable.

The clouds broke through the sunrise, the extreme edge of the East China Sea, and the light of the rising sun came firmly and straight on the waves, first illuminating the wall fortress that had been slaughtered for half a night in the east of the imperial capital, and then illuminating the rich and colorful outline of the entire imperial capital from east to west at a speed of less than one minute, which was no different from the past thousands of years.

On the streets and stone platforms on the inner side of the Wolf's Tooth Siege, no matter what will the two sides of the battle last night upheld, they have been flattened by the word victory and defeat, although there were a few small accidents and episodes in the process, but it did not affect the ending of the Nanzhao Imperial Court as the ending of the few times in previous years.

The victory is set, and the plan before the incident is of course not affected, and this morning's cleaning of the palace is the fifth time since the founding of Nanzhao that it has been temporarily handed over to the Yulin soldiers, and it is still carried out in two steps.

The Yulin Army and the guards are not as good at and like to do the work of wiping the table and sweeping the floor as the palace maids in the palace, but this morning's cleaning work is to wipe the blood stains on the ground, and to clean up the corpses of a group of killers who don't know where they come from.

However, although the more than 1,000 guards of the Yulin Army put down their cold blades and took up the withered dust, it seemed that they were doing work that did not suit their duties and abilities, but this kind of work of wiping blood and removing corpses, from its special nature, really needed a group of people to exert the execution and discipline of soldiers, so that after the slaughter was finished on the eve of dawn, the "cleaning" work could also be completed before dawn.

Long before the sky cleared, half of the Kyoto Prefectural Guards were dropped, carrying water wheels that they usually use when there is a fire in the city's homes. and garbage trucks that will only be used to clean the streets, and more than 300 people in teams of people and vehicles entered the Wolf's Tooth Siege to participate in the cleaning work.

The waterwheel is a white cart to enter. A car of red came out. The sewage used to clean the blood stain on the ground is poured directly into the unnamed lake in the south of the city, where evil ghosts are rumored to live, and the blue water of the lake swallows up the blood-colored sewage without any suspense. But it doesn't change the weird water color of the lake at all.

The garbage truck, which was originally used to transport the dregs of life, was also used on a different route this morning, and the corpses were hauled in the body, and they were not transported to the filth pile like a hill in the south of the city like the garbage was disposed of, but when they were about to reach the garbage mountain, the convoy that was driving on the street that they were used to walking in the past suddenly turned into another secluded alley and entered the Commander's Palace, which was architecturally calm and majestic, and occupied a very wide area.

A courtyard that usually seems to never be opened, but is quite spacious, just before the corpse truck arrives. Finally opened the courtyard door. The wide canvas set up the canopy, which not only obscured the light spreading from the sky, but also made the lights under the canopy more concentrated. The corpses were neatly spread out under the large canvas canopy, and several young men wearing compact smocks and masks seemed to be making a fool of themselves, walking back and forth between the corpses to examine, and there seemed to be occasional findings, and the corpses were sorted according to this finding.

When the darkness of dawn was dispelled by the dawn light, in the densely populated areas of the imperial capital, the chimneys on the kitchen roofs of many houses began to rise with firewood. The smoke of the cooking is very faint, like the spirit of people who wake up in the morning is not very sober. There are also women who are skilled, and they pound the firewood and grass in the stove so that a fire starts and a fire goes out. The firewood smoke in the chimney also came out for a while, and the breakfast that the family ate must be a lump of raw and cooked, right?

But this is the early morning of the imperial capital, the life of mankind. It seems that this boring and dull pace of life. But there are steps that are more standardized than the law, and it is difficult to change.

Everyone has to eat, three full meals a day, but today there are many guests from afar who arrived in the prosperous imperial city of Nanzhao last night, and they lost the qualification to eat the next morning's breakfast after only one night's work. The first thing a group of foreign strongmen did when they arrived in the capital of a country was to make the head of the empire unable to eat breakfast the next day.

When the surrounding houses gradually rise to a gentle smoke. Smoke also rose over the Commandery's Palace. A tube of black smoke with a rich atmosphere like splashing ink and waving rapidly, with a heavy and powerful stroke, straight to the sky. It seems to give a little color to this clear sky spread out with light.

But the smoke didn't rise from the big kitchen. On the side of the armory room, the fire in the hearth is booming. The molten iron cauldron on the stove was removed. The fire was high and warm, but it was burning in the air, not because the craftsmen in the iron-melting room did not know how to save fuel, but because the flame from the corpse always seemed to be a little worse than charcoal.

In the iron-making furnace room, the slightly dark face of a swordsmith apprentice showed two healthy flushes, and the hand holding the soup bowl trembled slightly, but it was not because he saw the burning corpse in the hearth that was gradually twisting and terrified - in fact, his hand was held as solid as iron on the edge of the hot porcelain bowl, and it was not until he could see the man who walked slowly through the door that he began to show signs of instability, which had nothing to do with the things burning in the stove.

He blushed because the temperature in the furnace room was too high, and because he was too excited, because this morning was the second time he had seen his nominal master in the four years since he had been working in the refining room.

Unlike the last time, Iron Maniac walked out of the "black room" where he had been confined for more than ten years on his own, and he was holding the same soup bowl in his hand. He seemed to have regained his former normal state, no longer looking sluggish and indifferent as he had been a few days ago, as if he had gone mad, always thinking of climbing over the wall and climbing to a high place.

And the swordsmith apprentice soon realized a new thought: does the fact that Iron Maniac can walk out of that room mean that the deed of sale he signed with the court representative of the Commander's Mansion has expired?

If this is the case, then there will be two paths in front of the Iron Maniac: either leave the Command and return to his former free and free seclusion; Either he would have regained his regional freedom relative to the Commander's Palace, and he would still not be able to leave the majestic Imperial Force's core mansion, but he would not have to stay in that small dark room like before, with some inexplicable small parts of strange shapes and unknown functions all day long.

Obviously, the swordsmith apprentice was looking forward to the latter situation the most. If the latter idea comes true, it means that he will have the opportunity to officially learn the art of refining from the iron madman in the future, instead of continuing to hang on to the title of honorary master.

After a moment's pause. The swordsmith came back to his senses, and his first thought instinctively related to respecting his master. But when he looked around for a chair, he found that this morning was special because of his work. And the work efficiency needs to be accelerated, so the furnace room is in addition to the big stove. All other belongings were moved outside the house.

There was embarrassment and a slight nervousness on his face, and the swordsmith apprentice was hesitating to go outside and bring a chair in, but he heard the iron madness who had already walked in front of the stove suddenly said, "Look at the fire." ”

Although Iron Maniac is still only the nominal master of many apprentices in the armory room, and has been engaged in refining work in the Commander's Mansion for more than ten years, he has not really taught any apprentice a little real skill, but the sword-forging apprentice still does not dare to snub him, let alone snub every word he says. The apprentices have such self-discipline, not only because they have been bound by the orders of the commanders. is also because of the refining skills of this maniac, which is indeed worthy of the respect of those who travel with him.

Working in the same room with such a legendary figure in the refining world, even if he is only a miscellaneous person at best, this kind of work experience can already make him famous in the industry. And if you take this opportunity to learn a little skill from the iron maniac, you must be able to use it for life. For those who love to be obsessed with this industry, this kind of harvest is heavier than mountains and more expensive than gold.

The sudden arrival of the iron madness surprised and excited the swordsmith apprentice, but at the same time, he was a little at a loss, not knowing how to communicate with this refining master. I can't even pick the right one in the first sentence. Just when it was unusually quiet in the furnace room, two palace guards came outside the house to carry the corpses in carts. A guard carried the body from the cart into the house and threw it into the hearth, where the blazing flames were pressed slightly lower.

The swordsmith apprentice who was standing aside and seeing this scene suddenly thought of the three words that Iron Mad had just said. Hurriedly moved his hand, moved the soup bowl he was holding in both hands to the left hand side, and put his right hand into a cloth bag on his shoulder, felt out a grain, and threw it into the hearth.

There was a slight explosion, and a cloud of smoke and dust burst out in the furnace, turning into a fireball, enveloping the body that had just been thrown in, and the fire in the furnace was strong again.

Watching the scene in silence. Noticing that the fire suddenly flourished because the apprentice had thrown something into it. Iron mania's thick eyebrows raised slightly, but he still didn't speak.

Concentrate on the errand at hand. The two guards who were transporting the corpse noticed Iron Maniac's somewhat familiar face, and after quickly recognizing him, the two guards quickly bowed slightly and bowed their hands in respect: "Iron Master." ”

The guards' thick and respectful voices were in their ears, and the swordsmith apprentice realized that he had been in the furnace room for so long, and he was so clumsy, and he hadn't spoken a word to him, and the nervous and embarrassed look on his face reappeared.

Iron Maniac didn't notice this, perhaps because he had been locked up in a dark room for so long, and the etiquette that he had to pay attention to when dealing with each other had become trivial and inconsequential things to him. However, although he has not been exposed to such things bordering on reputation and status for a long time, the feeling of being respected will not make the respected person feel too bad.

In the face of the respectful attitude of the two guards, the contours of the face that were accustomed to showing solemnity were relaxed, and he smiled gently, signaling that there was no need to be formal, but he still did not say a word.

The sword-forging apprentice who was in charge of the furnace fire in the furnace room didn't say a word after seeing the iron madness, because he was too nervous and excited when he suddenly saw the big man in the refining room come to the refining room. After entering the furnace room, in addition to the three-word reminder of the furnace care work, it was because he had been in the dark room for a long time, and his mind had indeed been affected, and he still had some lack of language expression ability for a while.

However, in the face of the two people in the furnace room, who were in a somewhat abnormal state of mind, the other two palace guards could feel a little tired although they had been carrying the corpses for an hour in a row, but their spirits were still calm. Ignoring Tie Mad speaking, the two guards glanced at each other, and then one of them took the initiative to ask, "Why did Master Tie think of coming to the furnace room today?" ”

As soon as the guard said this, the sword-forging apprentice standing on the side behind the iron madness had a look in his eyes, and he suddenly remembered that this was also the question he was puzzled by in surprise.

Someone took the initiative to inquire, and Iron Maniac finally realized that he needed to explain something, and after a little thought, he said, "I've been bored for a long time, so I've come here." Maybe it's because I have an inseparable bond with the instrument. ”

Iron Maniac signed the most valuable ten years in his life to the Consul's Mansion with a piece of paper, serving the nascent empire of Nanzhao for so long, but in this long time. His range of activities had never even left the small courtyard of the hut.

And a few days ago, there was a faint message from the Commander's Mansion. The contract signed between Iron Maniac and the court representative of the Commander's Mansion was about to expire, so the two guards didn't feel too strange when they saw Iron Maniac leave the small courtyard and come to the furnace room. However, the first place that Iron Maniac came to after leaving the small courtyard was actually the furnace room, which was still related to refining weapons, which seemed to naturally confirm what he said at this time.

Knowing that Iron Mad was not carrying the orders of the Commander, but was just hanging around, the two guards hesitated. Just as he was thinking about whether he should persuade him to go back to the small courtyard, at this moment, the sword-forging apprentice who had been silent finally couldn't help but ask, "Master, are you leaving here?" ”

"Leave?" Iron Mad hesitated, somewhat misunderstanding the meaning of the swordsmith's apprentice's words, "Well, I just came here to take a casual look, and then I'll go back." ”

The two guards on the side heard what Tie Mad said, and knew that he had the consciousness to go back on his own, so he immediately suppressed the idea of persuading him to return. They looked at each other and didn't say anything more.

There were still a lot of corpses waiting to be carried and burned in the courtyard of the mansion that was only opened today, and the two were about to retreat silently and continue to work over there. Suddenly, I heard Tie Madness stop them and asked, "What is the purpose of such a burning method in the palace today?" Looking at the costumes of these corpses, it doesn't seem to be a good kind, but according to my understanding of the world when I didn't enter the Commander's Mansion more than ten years ago, even death row prisoners with different heads can be buried, and the last trace of dignity of the deceased should always be there. ”

The time when Tie Mad entered the Commander's Mansion coincided with the alternation of the old and the new between the two dynasties. At that time, the imperial capital was just a small seaside town. At that time, the land was full of smoke, and the people were all over the field. It is not uncommon for the corpses of civilians to die of starvation and disease on the road. Tie Maniac is not a native of Huyang, and he is no stranger to this miserable scene as he is accustomed to living in seclusion in the four wild areas. Therefore, after many years, this morning in the Commander's Palace, he saw the guards burning the corpses in a furnace of molten iron, and such a scene that can be described as cruel fell into his eyes, which only made him frown slightly.

Compared with the strange feelings that rose in his heart, he was more concerned about his questioning of this matter.

The Reichinate does have the power to deal with human offenders, and this privilege granted by the current emperor out of trust in the Regent can even make the Reichin's power over life and death in a certain area surpass the power of the Kyoto Prefecture, which is also an expert that the Iron Maniac already knows. However, the number of corpses burned today is really huge, not one or two, not a dozen, it seems that it has exceeded a hundred, and there is a tendency to continue to increase, which makes Iron Maniac can't help but be surprised.

Seriously calculated, in fact, today was the first time that Iron Maniac had come to the furnace room, so it was not surprising that he didn't understand this. But for the swordsmith apprentice who had been working in the furnace for more than four years, although he was only an apprentice who worked for the alchemists, he knew much more about the chores of the furnace than the iron maniac who had only stopped in the dark room for more than ten years to study equipment.

At this time, listening to Iron Mania's questions to the two guards, and the surprised and questioning expression on his face, the swordsmith apprentice felt that he didn't need to ask, and he already knew the iron master's mood at the moment. If you go back in time to four years ago, this swordsmith apprentice had just entered the furnace room of the Commander's Mansion, and soon after he saw this strange and extraordinary scene for the first time in his life, his shock at that time was several times stronger than the iron madness at this moment.

The swordsmith apprentice was hesitating whether he should open his mouth and explain to his nominal master, but when he saw that the two guards were one step faster, one of them slowly opened his mouth, and summarized the matter in a few words: "These disguised people are all murderers who intended to assassinate His Majesty last night, because their identities are strange, and the commander ordered the burning without leaving a trace, so as to avoid future troubles, and the iron master does not have to worry about this matter." ”

In this world, anyone who intends to assassinate the emperor and provokes the anger of the king is likely to die without a place to bury, let alone the dignity of digging a hole and burying after death.

Although the guard's explanation was not specific, it was able to seal all the thoughts in the iron maniac's heart about this matter very carefully, but the aspect of this matter was a little special. The law stipulates that when it comes to someone, it seems to be stagnant. Iron Maniac nodded knowingly, and didn't say anything more.

After only being silent for a moment, he suddenly spoke again: "The two of you are busy, I suddenly thought of some small questions about refining, and I want to talk to this little junior." I've been so bored lately that if I don't gossip with someone, I'll get sick. ”――

(To be continued)