There are a total of 288 steps on the stargazing platform, from the bottom to the top, each step is dripping blood, the corpses are everywhere, the death is different, some are facing the sky, some are thrown down in a pool of blood, but without exception, the sun and the moon are embroidered on their necklines and cuffs, and the rolling blood is condensed in the cold wind and snow, it seeps into the snow, more gorgeous than the snow, like clusters of blooming plum blossoms.

Yin Yong, a black-clothed doctor on the right, walked on the steps, every time he saw a corpse, he would sigh, these were Yan Ren'erlang, he saw the successor of the great witch in it, it was a young witch official, his neck was cut open, his head was buried in the snow, his mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were full of confusion. Yes, who is not at a loss in the face of a sudden death?

On the third layer of the steep platform, Yin Yong stopped for a while, not because his physical strength could not keep up, but he had to be smooth, the cold wind and snow poured into his chest, making people can't help but gasp again, he looked up at the unattainable top of the platform, the top of the platform was hidden in the vast wind and snow, and he couldn't see anything, he could only see the warriors in black robes standing in the wind and snow, their swords were still dripping blood, drop by drop.

Suddenly, Dr. Shangyou felt a wave of exhaustion.

Let's climb, there's still half the way.

Yin Yong slowly climbed towards the stargazing platform, and his figure gradually became rickety.

Guan Ion is very tired, he is eighty years old, he can't climb anymore, the last time he climbed the stargazing platform was in the spring of ten years ago, the sun was shining that day, the air was fresh, he and Jun Shang climbed up for two hours, just next to the stone pillar carved with Xuanniao, they watched the little fool of Yan Kingdom go farther and farther away, and this time, he climbed these two hundred and eighty-eight steps but only took two sticks of incense.

The sword was dripping blood, the sword was heavy, and Guan Ion carried it towards the Grand Witch.

There was no blood on the top of the platform, only boundless snow.

The great wizard sat down slowly, sitting beside Guan Luofeng, the carbon furnace in his arms had long been extinguished, and could not bring a trace of warmth, he put it on the ground, raised his head, looked at the sword in Lao Qingxiang's hand, and said calmly: "Lao Qingxiang came quickly, and did not let the lonely head of the night wait for a long time, but, Lao Qing is really not afraid of people's words?" ”

"Compared with people's fearful words, the safety of Yan Guo is more important."

"Lao Qingxiang has been thinking about my life for Da Yan, which is really admirable. However, how can the old minister think that the general's matter is related to me? ”

"Maybe it has something to do with you, maybe it has nothing to do with you, however, it doesn't matter if it's not related, the important thing is that I have to borrow your head and send it to Longshan. When it gets there, it's naturally about you. ”

"Looks like I'm going to die. As witch officials, we don't have wives, we don't have children, we don't have fiefdoms, we don't have any glory, and once the lord dies, we are slaughtered. Hehe, the old minister is ruthless. ”

The Grand Wizard sneered as he spoke, unbuttoning his wide velvet robe and pulling out a jar of wine hidden in his robe and placing it on the ground. He brushed the snow on the ground, and the thick layer of snow spread out in all directions, and one after another he took out of his robe, the ancient and old turtle shell, which was used for divination and calculation, and the short horn made of ox horns, which represented that the great witch official was the attendant of the great god of Haotian, with a high status, a handful of dry bud thatch, and a dark brown date, these two things meant the great sacrifice of the great witch, no fief, no heirs.

These things are all placed in front of the great witch official, his expression is solemn and solemn, every witch official is not born, they come from all walks of life, slaves, commoners, scholars, they were chosen by the gods to be the attendants of the gods, but before that, there were parents, and even families, and the family that was lonely in the night was the Guan clan. However, people only know that the name of the great witch official is Ye Guli, but they don't know that Ye Guli is still the brother of Lao Qing's family.

All this, how far away yesterday it is.

"Fifty years ago, right here, I knelt on the yin-yang chart with the cold earth on my forehead. My teacher, the last Great Witch Officer, put these things in front of my head and told me that from now on, I am a Witch Officer, I have no family and no children, and I belong to Yin and Yang. In the heavens and on the earth, the only people I can trust are the great gods of Haotian and the king. I dedicate my life to them and they give me absolute trust. At that time, I was only twelve years old, but my heart was so hot, and today, it is so cold. Ye Lonely said lightly, and the old voice seemed very hollow in the wind and snow.

"Father?"

Guan Luofeng was stunned, he looked at the teacher who looked like a sculpture for a while, and looked at his father who was walking step by step with a sword, but his mind was a mess of paste, and those terrifying questions made this paste boil, bubbling one bubble after another, each bubble was a question, Jun Shang died? Something happened to the general? Father wants to kill the Great Witch? After killing, you want to send it to Longshan?

This, it's not a dream, is it? Guan Luofeng has a splitting headache.

Guan Ion walked to the yin-yang diagram, pressed his trembling knees, and sat on the snow, he looked at his stunned son, and said coldly: "Lonely, you shouldn't have a murderous intention, the only people who know the death of the king are me and you and Yin Yong, and the people who know that Xiao Jiu's armor is defective are only me and you, as well as the dead king." You say, I don't kill you, who will I kill? Even if you detain my son and even kill him in front of me, it won't help, I will still kill you, both for Yan Guo and Xiao Jiu. ”

"Haha. Hahaha. ”

Ye Guli laughed loudly, the laughter was crazy and intense, even his eyes choked out, he wiped his tears, and laughed: "It's not me, it's you, is that really the case?" If that were the case, then you wouldn't be so afraid, my brother, what are you afraid of? The Longshan Yan clan with heavy troops? The Wuchao Baili clan behind the three marquis? The Fengyi Qutu clan behind the five marquis? Or there is also the Eight Marquis, yes, there are also people behind the Eight Marquis, and many small and medium-sized scholars support him. Look, look, that fool actually has so many opponents, with his cowardly temperament, I'm afraid he was scared before he arrived in Yanjing. ”

"Shut up!!"

Guan Ion shouted, raised his sword on Ye Guli's neck, and coughed violently.

However, Ye Guli didn't stop talking, looking at the blood sword around his neck as if there was nothing, and couldn't help sneering: "Before you died, you and I held your hands tightly, and did say the three words 'Little Eighteen', but at the same time said the words 'Little Nine', I am not old, let alone confused, the king called Xiao Jiu, not Yan Qixi, or General Yan." Now, you want to kill me, exchange my head for the Longshan Yan clan, and then use the sword of the Longshan Yan clan to remove all obstacles for that fool. My brother, you are really calculating, calculating, but you are not the only wise man in the world, and you don't know unless you don't know it. You know that Jun Shang is dying, so he persuaded Jun Shang to send people to the fortress of Xunri, and speed up the pace of attacking Chu at all costs, so as to transfer General Yan Da from Yanjing City as soon as possible, so that you can lay out this unknown chess game, otherwise, from Shaotai in Anguo to Yanjing, that fool has been gone for more than half a year, how can he still not arrive? What is he waiting for? Waiting for you to play chess!! Old Qing Xiang, Guan Ion, you are really old, and those who conspire will drown in conspiracy. Do you think you're the only one playing chess? If this is the case, how could General Yan order his two sons to take the family to the Longshan fiefdom when he left Yanjing City? My brother, you are not saving the country, but pushing my Yan country into the bottomless abyss!! ”

The Great Wizard's expression became more and more excited, but his voice became lower and lower, and his clenched teeth and blood-red eyes showed his anger at the moment, and he grabbed the wine jar on the ground, craned his neck, and kept pouring it.

"Smack!"

"Come, cut off my head. What are you waiting for? ”

The wine jar fell heavily to the ground, and the broken clay pieces splashed in all directions, one of which scratched Guan Luofeng's face, leaving a deep blood stain, Guan Luofeng looked at his father in a daze, tears slipped from his eyes, condensed on his face, he was trembling, but he couldn't speak, he knew that what the teacher said was true, and his father's tall and kind image collapsed.

"Ahem, ahem."

Guan Ion's coughing became more violent, his face turned red, his broad shoulders couldn't help shaking, the iron sword in his hand trembled, and the sharp blade pulled out blood grooves on Ye Guli's neck, and the blood soaked out little by little, condensing on the sword.

"Father!"

Guan Luofeng finally screamed, and grabbed Guan Ion's hand.

"Fuck off."

Guan Ion shook off his son, his strength was extremely great, and he threw Guan Luofeng far away on the edge of the high platform, and a black-robed man rushed up and twisted Guan Luofeng to prevent him from struggling. Lao Qingxiang continued to cough until he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his sharply undulating chest calmed down.

Blood seeped out from the fingers in the ions, and fell into the snow a little bit, Ye Lonely's expression changed, his eyes were closed, and he sighed: "Let it go, old Qingxiang, old brother, I never thought of blackmailing you with the falling wind." Soldiers can be killed, not humiliated, the blood of the Yan people is shed with iron, not buried by conspiracy. Whatever your purpose is, the soldiers and generals in the fortress of the Ten Thousand Suns, they don't deserve to die. Hurry up and make up for all this, otherwise, sooner or later, the blood of the Yan people will no longer be iron. ”

"In the world of great strife, how can there be immortals? The beliefs are different, you believe in the great god of Haotian, while I believe in the powerful Yan Kingdom. For the sake of the strength of the Yan Kingdom, even if Guan Ion dies, he has no regrets. ”

"Prime minister, the right doctor is here!" A black-robed man said coldly.

"Huh!"

The ruthless iron sword slashed, a goose feather snowflake was slashed, the head fell from the neck of the great wizard, but the pair of open eyes were still not dead, it blinked, and looked fixedly at Yin Yong, the doctor on the right side who had just climbed to the top of the platform.

It's still killed, it's still killed after all.

Yin Yong sat softly on the snow, staring at the pair of dead eyes, and his voice was empty and godless: "Old Prime Minister, the new monarch has returned." ”

Guan Ion lifted his head in the snow, wrapped it in a black cloth, screwed it in his hand, and walked towards Yin Yong step by step, the wind and snow wrapped around his wide robe, scattered and solemn.

"The new monarch has returned, the new Yan Kingdom is coming, is the doctor willing to send this head to Longshan?"

"Qing Xiang forgives his sins, Yin Yong is old."