From Xizhou to Queensland, it takes three or four months to go down this trip at the speed of an ordinary person.

And there is obviously not so much time left for Huang Fuer.

Moreover, compared to assassinating the Shu Emperor, he had more important things to deal with - killing a person who must be killed.

He decided to turn to Yongzhou first after entering Suzhou, and when Yongzhou was finished, he would enter Fengzhou and cut off the head of the emperor of Shu along the waterway.

He has calculated that it will only take half a month at most to travel to Yongzhou day and night, and he will definitely be seriously injured after killing that person, and he will go to Fengzhou and rest, maybe it will take a month, and he will recuperate for a few more days when he gets on the boat, and the injury will always be three or five points better, just to Queensland.

It's only two months before and after - two months is barely enough, Xizhou won't even be able to last two months!

He enjoyed the feeling of walking at the moment, looking at the flowers and plants of the world, listening to the warmth of the world, lowering his body and singing with the joyful birds, and walking into the crowd to mourn the loss of the living.

As far as the world is concerned, they will never associate this old man who can't even straighten his waist with the peerless sword demon at this moment.

The body is about to die, but I don't know if anyone will cry for me after I die, and I don't know where my body will be buried at that time!

Huang Fu Er only thought about it a little in his heart, since he learned the way of the sword fifty years ago, what seven emotions and six desires are nonsense in his opinion, and what human feelings are warm and cold in the world are just a set of rhetoric for the weak to express their grievances and helplessness - in the eyes of the strong, everything is an ant.

The great truth is just a "Tao".

It's ridiculous that people in the world have to see themselves as sword saints and sword demons, and they can't see it as clearly as the people of Xizhou themselves.

Thinking of this, Huang Fuer chuckled lightly on his face: Okay, "Dao" also pays attention to fairness, fifty years ago gave the Xiyue people a lesson, and at the end of the day, give the Shu people a lesson!

However, the will of heaven cannot be guessed, no matter how much your gilded abacus crackles, there will always be a time when it will be stuck.

Huang Fu'er stared at the empty grass house with a stunned expression, and after a long pause, he turned angry.

Don't be afraid, you bastard escaped!

Tian is not afraid that the original name is not so arrogant, he first entered the division when he gave the name "not afraid", since he took over the head of the brand, the ancestor only left a special message before his death, gave him the surname "Tian", and instructed in every way: the surname of the sky is mighty, and he may be scared when he sees the name of the living!

Helpless to be the head of the house is really not angry, don't say scare others, since he can remember, he was either frightened by his ancestors, or scared by the two senior brothers - not to mention "not afraid", he is timid by nature, there is no big or small thing he is not afraid of, several teachers, nephews, and disciples have never been afraid of him at all!

Therefore, when he heard that his senior brother was going to make a special detour from Xizhou to Yongzhou to kill him, he was immediately afraid and coaxed, so the "donkey" ran away without stopping.

I can't say that this head doesn't have some bearing, my senior brother is here, even if he doesn't wash his neck and wait to be cut, he will always meet and drink tea, right?

I'm not afraid to think of this stubble.

When he left, he left a pot in front of the grass house, a nine-grade Fengzhou purple sand pot, and a first-class Weihu Longjing tea, which shows his sincerity.

That's not the end of it.

Inevitably, when the senior brother came, no one cared about him and his life was boring, so he deliberately wrote a couplet on both sides of the door frame of the grass house to express his condolences:

Senior brother is relieved, and three months will pass soon;

Don't be afraid to know your mistakes, so you will go to Xizhou to hide for half a year.

The implication is that if you think that three months is too long, come to Xizhou to play hide and seek with me!

The words are sincere, not only narrating the objective facts, but also being reasonable, revealing the temperament of children, and it is really a "naïve"!

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Huang Fuer overestimated himself.

In the duel of masters, the victory or defeat is in a thought, a moment.

Therefore, only by calculating the gains and losses, grasping every trace of wind, using every wisp of clouds, down to the smallest detail, and reading the overall situation, can we have the hope of victory.

This injury was much stricter than he had predicted, and it was even more painful than the moment when his meridians were broken.

He didn't delay too long from Yongzhou, one in and one out, but half a month, which was much faster than his original plan.

However, in terms of the goal he wanted to achieve, his line of work was basically a failure - he didn't kill anyone, but he held back his internal injuries. At first, Huang Fuer was still very angry, but after thinking about it, he was even happier.

Why not be happy? This shows that the ancestor had a far-sighted plan to choose the head of the sect at that time, and it shows that there is hope for the revival of the sect - besides, leaving a big fish for his own arrogant disciples, this troubled world is really a little chaotic!

Knives, sharpened and sharpened.

This kind of change in love is incomprehensible to outsiders, just like this boatman, two days ago, just because he laughed louder in front of this old man, he was knocked out of two front teeth, and now he saw that the old man himself laughed happily, and his heart was especially aggrieved - why are you only allowed to kill people and set fires, and I am not allowed to destroy the corpse?

Huangfu didn't bother to explain.

Just as he never had the interest to explain how he slaughtered the Xiyue royal family in two days fifty years ago, others can guess as much as they like, and wonder as much as they like. He felt that it was not really a great pleasure to watch a person being scratched and scratched by the questions held in his heart, scratching his clothes and sleeping and sitting up.

In life, there is always a few things to have fun to play - thinking about this, he suddenly thought, is he also the fun of the Huangkou junior brother?

The boatman really wanted to buy a few more oars and hire a few more people to make the boat go fast, and it was ...... No, it's right away in Queensland!

For he saw that the old man, who had just laughed out loud, as if he had been cast a spell, raised his head, opened his mouth, cut off his voice, and smoothed out the folded folds in a daze—and was not happy again!

Shu Emperor Song Yuanxie was also unhappy, or he couldn't be happy, he wanted to cry.

Originally, it was estimated that Huangfu would not be able to catch up within three months, so he and Zhuang Boyang made a plan of "the two kings of Lanling and Guangling who entered Xizhou City first inherited the unification". Just now, the visitors outside the Dingdu City reported that Huangfu Er was already in the city!

We're only halfway there!

Hades urged him to die, he came to urge me!

Song Yuanxie sighed secretly in his heart: Sure enough, as Zhuang Boyang said, the destiny of heaven is difficult to disobey......

Of course, if Zhuang Boyang was in front of him at this time, he would definitely know that the reason why Huang Fuer arrived in Dingdu most of the time ahead of schedule was precisely because Mr. Chou, who was able to block and create a new creation in the plan, directly picked up and ran away!

The two of them didn't even meet!

"Mr. is sir, ordinary people can't guess!" Zhuang Boyang was lying in the largest coffin shop in the west of the city, listening to the shopkeeper Zhang Luo carry his coffin out of the city with his own coffin outside his body.

At night, there is a curfew in the city.

At this time, there is only one palace in Shu that can see people coming and going outdoors.

Jin Ge Iron Horse, frost and cold.

Song Yuanxie sat in the middle of the front of the main hall, in the square in front of the hall, the middle base, the tun cavalry, the infantry, the Yue cavalry, the Changshui, the Hu cavalry, the shooting sound, and the eight captains of the tiger ben each led 700 people to sweep in front.

Looking at this loyal, brave and comforting son, when he was moved, Song Yuanxie couldn't help but feel sad: It's not enough, it's not enough!

Yes, not enough.

These 5,600 warriors are invincible and invincible when they rush into battle formations, plunder cities, and chase down rogues, but if they are against a prestigious peerless swordsman - no matter how tight the fist is, what does it look like to collide with a glowing steel needle?

The fist was discharged, loosened, and scattered due to pain, but the steel needle was still a steel needle, but it was originally glowing with silver light, and at this time it drank blood!

"Your Majesty can rest assured, now there are layers of checkpoints inside and outside Dingzhou City, and all suspicious people are checked, and they will never let him get closer to the imperial city."

"This morning, Guanzhou and Zhenzhou each transferred 3,000 soldiers and horses to besiege the city, so that not a single fly inside and outside the imperial city will be taught to enter or exit."

Song Yuanxie retracted his gaze with a disappointed face, these people are still soldiers in the end, and the ideas of soldiers are different from those of Jianghu people, and the ideas of ordinary soldiers and peerless swordsmen are also different.

"Thank you all for your hard work. After tonight, I will be rewarded. "I think like that, but I can't say that, if the heart of the army is cold, no matter how much brocade clothes and jade fur can be warmed.

Waving off the two, Song Yuanxie looked up at the night.

The moon is still the same month. He remembered that when he was a child, he was only seven or eight years old, and at that time, he was walking in this palace by his father's hand and saw such a night, and what he saw was also this bright moon.

This kind of scene, I'm afraid it's seen a lot.

Song Yuanxie thought this idea interesting, and he couldn't help but want to continue thinking about it...... But he seemed a little sleepy, and tried to raise his head, but finally drooped.

People are really strange, before the matter comes to the front, it is difficult to sleep and eat, and they have not slept well for more than a month, and they have not eaten a mouthful of delicious food; Now that he came to him, he knew that he might not live until tonight, but he began to yawn again and again, and fell asleep.

I don't know if it's stupid or fearless!

He thought so, and so did the Eighth Lieutenant, who was guarding a few feet in front of him.

At least that's what they thought at first.

"Your Majesty is asleep like this, I'm afraid it's not okay?"

"Yes, the enemy still has the heart to sleep before he comes......"

"Shut up! Majesty xià this is fearless, what sleeps! That's recuperating energy, and the emperor won't be able to wait until he arrives, so he'll be ready to die! ”

The more he spoke, the louder and louder he became.

"Hey, dude...... Isn't Your Majesty really tired, you sleep soundly! ”

"It's not good for your body to hang like this all the time, why don't you call someone to get a coat and put it on?"

It was agreed that several people summoned a small eunuch and ordered him to bring a robe and put it on for His Majesty.

After a while, he suddenly saw the emperor of Shu sitting on the dragon chair top-heavy and fell to the ground.

The lieutenants were shocked and hurried to the front, but they saw that the little eunuch was full of feces and urine, and he was speechless, and he was frightened and speechless.

"The Emperor...... Emperor...... Your Majesty, it's yellow! ”

The little eunuch was a native of Liuzhou in the north, and he was so frightened that he even spoke the dialect of his hometown. But the lieutenants understood what this "yellow" meant--it was a mess in the matter, a dead person in the ordinary people's house, and a death in the palace!

When the palace was in chaos like a swarm of headless flies, Huangfu had just woken up the owner of the largest coffin shop in the west of the city.

"You mean your best coffin here was shipped out of town this afternoon?"

Drinking the tea that warmed his hands, Huangfu Er's mood was much better, and he was not in a hurry to wrap himself in a good coffin.

There will always be a way.

"Yes, sir." The shopkeeper was submissive, and his answer was soft-spoken and respectful.

There is no way to be disrespectful, although the double-edged small sword with the length of the index finger does not look as powerful as the three-foot Qingfeng, but the cold light is terrifying, and he has no doubt that the other party waved his hand, and his head moved.

A good sword, the only sword in Huangfu's life.

Although the sword is short, there is no blood in the killing, and if the wound is textured, it will be killed after half a year.

"Do you recognize that man?" Huangfu didn't ask, but he also knew that it must be the same person who did it with him, the rules of the master, die and die, you want to be beautiful!

It's just that he was in a good mood and wanted to talk more, so he asked.

"The small ones don't know."

The shopkeeper's answer was really boring, and the emperor waved his hand, took the small sword, and turned to leave.

"Hurry up and make a decent coffin." Before leaving, he said to the shopkeeper who was distracted, "Use it yourself, and don't be reluctant to give up your old book." ”

In the four hundred and twelfth year of Shu Kingdom, in the second year of Emperor Kangding of Zhuang Lie of Shu Kingdom, a lot of things happened.

The people of Xizhou will remember that the 100,000 troops of Shu have been stationed abroad for three months, and they will remember that their Sword Saint Lord assassinated the emperor alone and never returned.

The people of the West Vietnamese will remember that their peace envoy took the wrong road on the way to peace and was delayed for an extra month, becoming the laughing stock of the diplomacy of various countries.

The Beidi people will probably remember that their lord of the clouds had a little princess - probably meaning, maybe there is, maybe there is, no one can remember how many of them are the maharajas.

Of course, only the people of Shu remember the events of this year clearly—their ambitious, hard-working Emperor Xià was assassinated.

And what makes them feel even more humiliated is still to come.

The four-fold coffin of 10,000 catties prepared for His Majesty the Emperor and stored in the palace for more than ten years disappeared on the night of the emperor's assassination!