Zuixian Tower is now the most prosperous place in Chang'an City.

The dignitaries and dignitaries took it as a good talk to go to the drunken fairy building to have a meal. The more this is the case, the more it seems that the Drunken Immortal Building is different.

Yan Ming did not enter the Drunken Immortal Tower.

He just secretly met with Chef Liu from behind, told him to greet the ten Hu Cavalry Captains he brought, and then returned to the Tian family's old mansion in Dongshi with a pot of wine.

Sitting in the courtyard, drinking alone.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the air, and a tall figure flew in and landed on the ground, making an extremely slight sound. In addition to the bald head being too eye-catching, the black clothes can't hide the identity of the monk of Dajie.

"I'm a little late, except for a little bit in between." Dajie said.

"What? Did you meet your old master? Yan Ming said.

Dajie was slightly stunned and said, "It seems to be." I felt like I was being followed, and I circled around, only to see that they didn't seem to be coming for me. So I came here quietly. ”

Yan Ming took a deep breath, then poured a glass of wine for Dajie, and said, "Drink some bars, they are really haunted!" ”

For this mysterious Demon Gate organization, Yan Ming felt a headache.

He really didn't understand why any dynasty would have some inexplicable insurgents or terrorists, or other discordant forces.

Sometimes, it's ridiculous to think about.

The soldiers wielded their swords, slashed and slashed, and fought bloodily. In the end, they turned into white bones and sank in the dust, and no one would remember them except the grief of their loved ones.

But that's how history keeps unfolding. The creeps kept fighting and dying. One will be successful, and ten thousand bones will wither. What is this all for?

Do those who are lowly, those who die in battle, who are not cared for, want this to happen to them when their parents give birth to them?

Which child is not the palm of the parents, and which parents do not want them to be the happiest and most unique people in the world when they give birth to their children.

But actually, that's not the case at all. Most people are mediocre. But Yanming doesn't hate mediocrity, what he hates is people who take advantage of mediocrity.

Just like those terrorists, those separatists, for the sake of so-called dreams and ideals, they are used by those in power, throwing their heads and spilling their blood, what do they get?

Dajie didn't know that Yan Ming would think so much, and he wouldn't understand Yan Ming's emotions.

He still regarded himself as a disciple of Buddhism, and even began to keep the precepts!

Seeing that Dajie didn't take the wine glass, Yan Ming squinted and smiled: "Hasn't the monk always kept the precepts?" ”

"Now, I want to be a monk with peace of mind!" Dajie said.

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart. That's right. Otherwise, what is the use of keeping the precepts well? Yan Ming asked.

Dajie was slightly stunned, patted his head, and said, "Master Hou, your Dharma is no longer under my master!" ”

As he spoke, he took the glass and drank it all.

The two of them drank and chatted until sunset. The cool air outside gradually rose. But because of the wine, neither of them even felt cold.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

Yan Ming coughed, and the door was naturally pushed open. The two men dressed in black came in, naturally they were the lieutenants of the Hu Cavalry School.

Yan Ming motioned for the two to sit down.

Then, one after another, people came in from outside, a total of ten people, all of them.

"According to the previous assignment, start the action." Yan Ming whispered.

"No!" The crowd answered and dispersed one after another.

In the end, Yan Ming and Dajie, as well as two Hu cavalry captains, quietly left.

According to the route provided by Liu Ling, Yan Ming assigned people to Wei Qing's inevitable path, and he wanted to see what Liu Concubine wanted Wei Qing to do.

In history, it was Gongsun Ao who saved Wei Qing, this time, I don't know if it will be Gongsun Ao.

At the end of the day, Wei Qing left Weiyang Palace on time.

Outside Weiyang Palace tonight, the streets are silent.

Not even half a wild cat on the run.

Wei Qing frowned, he was a keen person, and he immediately smelled the restless smell in the air.

His hand involuntarily held on the swallow knife at his waist.

It seems that only holding his hand on the hilt of the swallow knife can make his heart feel at peace.

It is getting farther and farther away from Weiyang Palace, and the night is getting thicker and thicker. In this era when there are no street lights, there is no place for lighting projects in the city, and it is easy to get lost alone.

A big net fell from the sky.

Silence is the most terrifying thing in the night.

This big net was silent, and quietly descended on Wei Qing's body.

Before he could pull out the swallow knife in his hand, he felt the net shrink suddenly. Then I went up and down, and the pain instantly became like being embraced by a cactus.

On top of the big net, there are barbs, and they are very sharp. The cowhide armor on Wei Qing's body had already been counted by the sneak attackers. The barbs pierced the cowhide armor directly, hooking his flesh.

The stinging pain all over his body made it impossible for him to use his strength and draw the knife.

Even just as he was about to open his mouth to call for help, he felt that his mouth was tight, and he was actually gagged.

At this moment, Wei Qing felt that he was about to die.

But the strange thing is that the man did not kill him, but closed the net, wrapped him, and just like that, the volley was carried by four strong men as if flying, and rushed into the night.

The rabbit rises and falls, a matter of moments.

Not to mention that Wei Qing didn't have time to call for help, he just shouted out, and when the rescuers came, they had already retreated.

The tingling pain all over his body made Wei Qing's mind a little blurred.

When he felt the tingling pain on his body subside, he had already arrived at a bright hall.

Around the Ming Hall, there were no imaginary black-clothed people, but a group of domestic servants dressed in the clothes of the eldest princess's mansion, and they didn't even cover their faces, just exposed.

Wei Qing instantly understood that this group of people was going to kill themselves.

For they have no covering, no hiding. It's just to kill.

"Wei Qing?" An old man asked, reaching out to lift his chin.

Wei Qing didn't answer, but looked at the old man.

"Boy, you have a backbone, you didn't say anything along the way." The old man kicked Wei Qing.

Wei Qing scolded in his heart, why did you gag me, and let me keep my voice!

"The eldest princess said, don't need to ask, just kill it. The queen wants his head. Show his sister then! The old man said, wiping his hand around his neck, and the meaning could not be clearer.

A man about forty years old stepped forward, stepped on Wei Qing's back, and reached out to pull Wei Qing's hair.

Under his pull, Wei Qing, who was lying on the ground, tilted his head back, exposing his neck.

"Boy, don't worry, the knife is very fast, and it won't make you miserable." As the man spoke, the knife in his hand came out.

As if to let Wei Qing know that he was not lying, he deliberately dangled the bright knife in front of Wei Qing's eyes, and then it was across Wei Qing's neck.

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