The official road, wide and straight, passes through the fields or through the woods.

"Whole army, rest in place!" Ying Qiong wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, looked back at the tired soldiers, and hurriedly ordered to rest, if he ran like this, something would happen. He found a big tree, dismounted and rested, and the officers routinely set up a guard.

Ying Qiong leaned on the big tree, the forest was sparse and the shadow was deep, the slanting sun was shining at night, and the fiery red clouds were burning the heaven and earth. The birds in the forest are frightened, fluttering their wings to find their way home, the south wind blows, and the water tastes like flowers.

Ying Qiong stretched out his hand and spread his hair bun, and suddenly his long hair was fluttering, the uniform on his body was already dirty, exuding a slight sour smell, and his long hair became greasy, he looked at his appearance from head to toe, and only two words could describe it.

The light of the setting sun reflected on him, and in a moment of contemplation, Ying Qiong suddenly remembered the scene at that time.

……

She walked silently towards herself.

"Thank you for today's ......"

Suddenly looking back, with a smile, eyebrows and eyes crooked, at that moment, I was reluctant to speak for many years, but my lips and teeth were restless.

……

The sunset is still the sunset, and the woods are still the woods of Yangzhou, but here, there is no son's dome and no white girl.

Things are people, but everything is endless.

Ying Qiong looked at the distant sky, his eyes were full of desolation, remembering the voice of the deceased, remembering the youthful time, and now, only empty sighs.

"Marshal! Is there a camp here tonight? An officer came over and asked.

"No, hard-working soldiers, we have to hurry up, rest for a while, and we have to hurry." Ying Qiong shook his head and said gently.

The officer saw that Ying Qiong's tone of voice was very different from before, and he didn't know what was going on, so he retreated with great interest.

Ying Qiong took dry food and water from the horse's back, and when he groped on the horse's back, he looked at the emptiness on the horse's back and smiled bitterly.

"Leaving you alone, I don't know if you'll blame me......" Ying Qiong whispered to himself. When he left Yangzhou City, he put the piano in the high pavilion and placed it in the Yingtian Pavilion, and it was hidden together with the piano, as well as the fan with the embossed narcissus. Today, touching the scene, and reminiscing, I think about it, my hands, I haven't held the folding fan and stroked the strings for a long time.

Ying Qiong sat under the big tree, swallowing dry food silently and gulping water.

It's getting dark......

"Ready to go!" Ying Qiong took a breath, got up, and said to several officers beside him.

"Yes! Come, come, brethren, go, go. ”

"All up, up!"

"Hold on, hold on!"

At the urging of the officers, the soldiers cheered up and set off.

However, after not taking a few steps, a whistling sound sounded in my ears.

"Not good, enemy attack!" The avant-garde officer shouted, instantly drawing his sword and protecting it in front of Ying Qiong.

This sudden flight quickly caused seven or eight soldiers to fall to the ground and die.

Fortunately, these soldiers who came back alive from the western border are not the same as in the past, they are instantly high-spirited, and when they hear the word enemy attack, they are not frightened, but their hearts are burning, and they do not need the officer's order, they have formed a formation to meet the attack.

Ying Qiong didn't care too much about the sneak attack, but it was the performance of his own soldiers, which surprised Ying Qiong, this kind of growth can only happen after the test of blood and fire......

Soon, the officers and soldiers began to explore and move forward, searching for the person who had released the cold arrow.

……

It was dark, and in the woods, it was no longer clear that the human figure could be seen, and the soldiers lit torches and moved cautiously......

In the darkness, dozens of black-clothed people in night clothes, holding sharp steel knives in their hands, were peeking at Ying Qiong.

Behind them, a man in a black robe and a masked face was staring at Ying Qiong with sharp eyes, and he was repeatedly playing with a piece of residual jade in his hand.

"Boss, do you want to do it?" A man in black asked.

"Take this, remember what I said, and you will go down in history!" The masked black-robed man threw the remnant jade in his hand to the person who spoke, and said quietly.

"I'll leave it to you and the Lord when the house is small!" The man in black clenched the remnant jade, gritted his teeth and said.

"Be of good cheer, for they will be blessed with peace and joy in the world!" The black-robed man's voice trembled unnaturally, and the young voice seemed to have not experienced such a thing as before, what is a dead man? It is these people in his eyes who are willing to give their lives for an invisible future......

"Brothers, let's go!" The man in black turned his head and sneaked away with his knife, and the others followed closely behind, without hesitation or hesitation.

In the darkness, danger crept in.

The officer in front of the guard was looking around vigilantly, when suddenly by the light of the newborn moonlight, he saw a cold light behind a tree not far away.

"Not good! There are assassins! Protect Childe! The officer was startled and hurriedly shouted, and the soldiers around him approached one after another, surrounding Ying Qiong.

Ying Qiong glanced at the officer, it was a young man, he looked like he was twenty-seven or eighteen years old, he was engrossed in the direction of the situation, the protector Ying Qiong, he was holding the big knife in both hands, and seemed to be a little nervous.

"Don't be nervous, you can come back alive from the knife of the Xianrong people, just a few thieves, what is there to be afraid of?" Ying Qiong suddenly spoke loudly to the soldiers around him, and there was no lack of relief and pride in his words. For the first time, he subconsciously felt proud of his soldiers, such a feeling had never been felt before, and it was this pride that made him feel safe and confident now, he believed in his soldiers, so in such a situation, he dared to speak loudly. In fact, he also deliberately said it to the Assassins.

"Childe, beware of cold arrows, these thieves will only play yin!" The officer didn't dare to relax at all, and told Ying Qiong in his mouth, as if he had forgotten that Ying Qiong had said that there was no longer a son in Yangzhou.

At this time, another officer who rushed to escort him heard this and hurriedly reminded his colleague secretly.

Only then did the officer who spoke react that he had committed a taboo, and his heart was suddenly awe-inspiring and a little scared...... He secretly glanced back at Ying Qiong, but he didn't want Ying Qiong to be staring at him.

"House...... The marshal ...... Weekend...... The officer ......was frightened, and hastened to admit his mistake, but he did not want his tongue to disobey, and his speech trembled.

Ying Qiong looked at the officer for a long time, and suddenly laughed.

He straightened his chest, straightened his throat, and drew his saber.

"I am the commander of Yangzhou Mansion, no matter who you are, it is not too late to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, this handsome can spare you and not die!" Ying Qiong shouted loudly in the distance.

Before the words fell, a cold arrow swept past Ying Qiong's ear, and immediately, a trace of blood flooded out of his ear.

"Marshal! Commander! ”

"Marshal! Be careful! Are you alright? ”

The crowd was shocked.

"It's okay!" Ying Qiong smiled slightly, not caring.

The officers and soldiers were furious.

"Array, forward!" The officer indignantly ordered.

The angry Yangzhou soldiers, the big sword hit the shield, in a passionate battle roar, step forward, the front line is as steady as Mount Tai, the sound resounded in the night sky, its momentum is like nine days of thunder, its shape is like overwhelming, advancing in the direction of those assassins!

When those black-clothed people saw this situation, their legs were weak, and the black-clothed people led by them swallowed their saliva even more, and their faces were hideous and painful.

"Brothers, in the next life, I hope we can still be together and be upright officials! Kill! ”

"Kill!"

The night is sinking, the stars and the moon are bright, the nine days are thundering, all to the ghosts and gods, the ruthless knife moves the handsome man to laugh, and the arrow breaks through the sky to surprise the son, who is it, throwing stones into the sea, and using his life in the green forest.

The eyes are like fire, the steps are like the wind, the Three Realms are restless, there is no question about the immortals and Buddhas, the tiger roars as a dead soul, the sword in the sleeve becomes a remnant, Yangzhou Road, so the favor is here, and I am in my heart.