"The storm is coming."

The male bluff had already smelled it, it was a cold, swishing earthy smell, inhaled from his nose, instantly cooled his whole body, and came out from under his feet.

Dark clouds rolled over Jimo City, and the huge city was as dark as death, every July and August, and sudden storms always made people unexpected. The wind rose, and one whirlwind after another scurried in the streets and alleys, and the lanterns on the doors swayed back and forth, and even some were swept away by the whirlwind, and floated into the sky one by one.

In the courtyard, the servants ran after the fallen leaves all over the ground with brooms, and the maids pressed the hem of their skirts with one hand and held the wooden plate with the other, and walked quickly in small steps, as if they were afraid that if they ran slowly, they would be blown away by the wind. The six-year-old son sat on the steps and clapped his palms and laughed, on the steps, the place facing the dripping eaves was full of large and small clay pots, as long as the rainstorm came, hitting the roof, it would fall down the dripping eaves into these clay pots, making a tinkling sound, which was very good.

Gong Bluff liked this scene very much, the fun hidden in the panic, but today he was not in the mood to admire the slender, energetic posture of the maids, nor was he in the mood to sit on the steps with his youngest son, counting the rain drop by drop in the clay pot.

Today, it will be a dark day.

The day of the most violent storms.

The maids brought the clothes of the bluff, it was a new set of deep robes, which were tattooed with intricate embroidery, representing the identity and honor of the bluff, the right doctor of the Qi country, which was given to him by the ancestor Qi Chonger when he left office, and he had not worn it once in the past eight years, but today, he wore it on his body under the service of the maids, his waist was a little tight, his shoulders were a little loose, and the heavy crown hoop made his forehead hurt a little, but wearing this set of clothes, the bluff felt ten years younger.

"If you want to get, you have to learn to give first."

Gong Bluff took a deep breath, trying his best to contract his drooping belly to prevent it from piling up on his belt, and straightening his back so that his crown would not bend his neck.

The maid handed over a cane.

The public didn't take it, walked to the steps and touched his youngest son's head.

"One-two-three-six-seven-eight, one-two-three-six-seven-eight."

The youngest son lowered his head and counted the clay pots on the steps one by one, and whenever he counted to three, he would skip four and five and count directly to six, seven, eight. Counting and counting, six clay pots will become eight, perhaps, in his heart and eyes, this is eight clay pots instead of six. After counting three times, the youngest son looked up at the bluff and smiled, with a long saliva on his mouth. This is a stupid son, and the wise sons are dead.

"Your Majesty's heart is really ruthless. The storm is coming! ”

The public bluff wiped the saliva off the mouth of the youngest son, stepped down the steps, and walked towards the outside of the courtyard, his carriage was waiting at the door, he was going to see the king, and there were many people who went with him, so many that the public bluff could not count. Yes, this change is too absurd, it has violated the interests of too many people and shed too much blood. It is undeniable that Qi Guo has some big and small problems, just like the younger son's clay pot, but if there is no roof and dripping eaves as a buffer, the violent wind and rain will not flow obediently into the clay pot, but will completely destroy them.

The carriage moved forward in the wind, the canopy was whapping, and the curtains were crackling. Carriages poured in from all directions, converging in the central square, and then slowly drove towards Zhanghua Palace, no one spoke, not even the neighing of horses, only the endless sound of the wind.

The atmosphere was depressing to death, thicker than the dark clouds in the sky. This is the prelude to the coming rainstorm.

Gong bluffed and pushed the window open a crack, and the strong wind rushed in, and his eyes were also washed into a slit, looking out of the carriage, the black oppressive sky seemed to be about to end, and the black oppressive carriage was driving silently, like a black torrent was forcing towards Zhanghua Palace, and there was an old man sitting in the carriage opposite, an old man who was older than him, the man was old and wrinkled, curled up in the carriage, but his eyes were staring straight ahead, as if he was dead, and as if he was not dead, even if he was dead, he was not dead. Gong Yi bluffed and recognized this old man, he was a respectable nobleman, one hundred and one years old, and served five Qi marquis.

The carriages were full of old people, and the young people were all outside the city.

The old man is not afraid of death, anyway, he has lived enough, the young people are different, they have to lead the army, it is an extremely spectacular army, the east is from the coast of the East China Sea, the northwest is from the Qingjin Mountain, the southeast is from the junction of Qi and Lu Yinhu, the army is the most powerful, there is a direct face to Dayong, it is the most important screen of Qi country, but at this time, all are gathering here.

The vassals of the Eighteen Roads made a bloody alliance, and what they were waiting for was this storm.

"After the storm, the country of Qi will be peaceful."

The man bluffed down the window, his hands trembling a little, leaning against the shaking wall, and slowly closing his eyes. Jun Shang is still too young, since he was born, he is the son of Qi State, living in the powerful and rich Qi State, there are too many things he hasn't seen, and there are even more things he doesn't know. He is the king of all times of the Qi country, and if he stomps his feet, the entire eastern part of Zhongzhou will shake, and even the sea will turn up hurricane waves. However, he didn't know where the 'ride' of this king of all vehicles came from.

The vassals of the Eighteenth Road wanted to change the king, and after discussing it for a long time, they decided to replace it with a younger thirteen princes. But no one talks about what will happen to the person who is replaced, what will be it? Perhaps, not discussing it is already a result. The bluff did not want to see such a harrowing result, after all, he had pinned great hopes on Zigger, so he sat in the carriage instead of standing on the chariot.

"And this may already be the best outcome."

The crown was so heavy that his neck was sore and painful, and he wanted to take it off, open the window and throw it out, but he didn't do that, just tilted his head halfway and let the window take some weight for him.

"Hoof it, hoof it."

The sound of horses' hooves sounded in the wind, faintly, if there was nothing, the public bluffed and opened his eyes, flashed some disdain, who would come? There is no need to guess, it must be the white feather elite, that is, there are two thousand white feather elites stationed in Mo City, and they are dispatched by the general.

"White-eyed wolf, you've awakened too late. After all, you are not Qi people. ”

The sound of hooves became louder and louder, even overpowering the thunder in the sky, the carriage did not stop, and drove towards Zhanghua Palace, the people in the carriage all walked out, standing on the wheel, and the same was true of the public bluff, he put his hands behind his back, held his chest up, and his face was awe-inspiring and inviolable.

A white wall appeared in front of the black ocean, and the white feather elite in white armor slowed down the horse's hooves, and the white helmet tassels rolled wildly in the frenzy. The doors and windows were tightly closed in all directions, and the streets were empty, except for the silent confrontation between the white walls and the black waves, and the people in Jimo City were trembling in the storm and thunder.

"Gong loses bluff, are you going to rebel?"

Le Ning rode on horseback, his armor pierced, and the cold voice came out from under the armor, and two thousand white-feathered elites lined up behind him. At the slightest command, they would rush to the old men standing on the wheels. Although there may be their relatives inside, they are soldiers and the backbone of the Qi country.

"I'm not the one who is in trouble."

The wind swept the clothes of the bluff, and he stood firmly on the wheels. His carriage was at the front, facing Le Ning and the White Feather Elite. Zhanghua Palace is behind Bai Yu's elite, because the rainstorm is coming, the sky is as dark as iron, and he can't see anything, but the public bluff knows that the young gentleman in Zhanghua Palace should also know, maybe he is climbing up the zigzag wall ladder and climbing to the wall of the palace city.

This is the last chance.

Gong Yi bluffed and shouted with all his strength: "The law of immorality should be abolished, those who disturb the country should be punished, and those who have no heaven and no earth should be eliminated!" ”

"What is the law of indecency?"

Le Ning sneered, and the wind swept his voice very well, but the laughter spread far away.

"White-eyed wolf, white-eyed wolf, dying to the end, but not knowing it."

The male bluff was also sneering, but he didn't say a word, just nodded to the coachman. The coachman gritted his teeth and shook the reins.

The carriage slowly drove towards the white wall.

Le Ning raised his fist and slowly pressed down.

"Boom, boom!"

At this moment, there was a sudden burst of thunder in the sky, the lightning was frantically twisted, the dark sky flashed white and penetrated, a lightning bolt crossed the black place where the five fingers were missing, and more shadows emerged from the black shadow, a horse came out of the shadow, the knights on horseback were shrouded in black robes all over their bodies, they held the sword in their hands high, it was a unique sword, it was extremely long, and the inward curved sword was carved with strange runes, like a '々', that is the sign of lightning, It is also the symbol of the black warriors of the Qi Kingdom, they are sharp arrows in the night. They are different from the black warriors of the Yan Kingdom, who are just palace guards, and although they also have great strength, they cannot be compared to them. Because they were not enshrined in the court, but real warriors, incomparably powerful warriors, and the brilliant military exploits created by them shocked the people of the world.

Three hundred black warriors rushed out of the shadows, wielding the swords in their hands, in unison, undulating like horsewhips, cutting through the black world.

Three hundred as one.

The two thousand white feather elites who were preparing to charge were stopped by force, not because they were shocked by the prestige of the black warrior and did not dare to hedge against the black warrior, but because the black warrior was loyal to only one person for life, and that was the king of Qi State. Of course, there are many armies in the world who dare to hedge against the black warriors, but very few can survive after the hedge, Dayong's Chiyan swordsmen can, Nanchu's blood phoenix guard may also work, and the Xuanjia iron guard of the Song Kingdom? When Song Manzi was there, he might be able to rush, but now, he must be scattered in one rush. As for the Song Qing Cavalry, it is a flashy existence, and in front of the black warriors, they are lambs to the slaughter.

"Uncle, do you really want to oppose me?"