The corpses around him had been piled up on a half-man's high hill, and the robes on his body were already in tatters, and there were bloody wounds everywhere, and he raised his hand and touched his face indiscriminately, trying to wipe away the blood that covered his eyes, and the afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on his face, but he turned his head and squinted in the direction of the southern city, and smiled, with the smell of blood in the air, the world suddenly became very quiet.

"Mingyue, no one will bully you anymore. He stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips, muttering.

Until his eyes became more and more cloudy, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword began to become numb, and as a thunderclap fell, the sky seemed to suddenly reveal a hideous face, and the mountain wind howled in all directions, and the rain poured down.

He finally collapsed, and he seemed to mutter, "It's safe...."

On the Qifeng Tower in Chang'an, the jade cup in the hand of the white-shirted man fell with the thunder thousands of miles away, shattered to the ground, and the woman's expression changed suddenly, and her face was pale.

The man in the white shirt grabbed the long sword beside him, the sword body was unsheathed, pointing directly at the woman's eyebrows, and an old monk beside the woman shouted angrily: "Presumptuous!"

The collision between the Zen staff and the long sword only made a faint and imperceptible sound, but a wave of air blew the clothes of the three people in the building agitated, and the tea on the table trembled violently and kept rippling.

The man in the white shirt frowned deeply, withdrew his hand and probed again, and shouted: "Break!"

The long sword broke through the air and made a crackling sound, the old monk only felt that the Zen staff in his hand kept trembling, the right arm holding the staff had been shattered, the Zen staff took off his hand and smashed on the table, and the tea splashed up, wetting the woman's cheeks.

"That's enough! Abbot Daosheng will go downstairs to rest first, let General Changfeng and all the sergeants withdraw to the camp, and then send 300 elite horsemen to Beizhou as soon as possible, and all the spies in the Jianfeng Pavilion will search with all their might, no matter whether they live or die, they will also bring Bai Tongchen back to Chang'an for me. The woman spoke lightly, picked up the Zen staff on the table, and handed it to the old monk.

The old monk still wanted to speak, but was signaled by the woman, and he clasped his palms at the man in white shirt, turned around and retreated.

The man in the white shirt raised his hand and put the tip of his sword against the forehead of the empress in front of him, and he only needed to gently probe his hand to take his life instantly.

"Are you satisfied with the result of your plan, the people of the rivers and lakes are panicking, there will be no uprising north of the Qinghe, you can sit back and relax. As he spoke, the man in the white shirt gently pushed the tip of his sword forward, and a trace of blood slid down the empress's eyebrows, and on her cheeks, she no longer knew whether it was tea or tears.

"I don't believe it. The rouge on the empress's face has been blurred, a slight wind is blowing upstairs, accompanied by the rustle of the bamboo forest downstairs, a generation of Tianjiao empress is actually desolate from anyone who has never seen it.

"Zhao Mingyue, on the day I saw my master's corpse, I wanted the Celestial Priest and your Prison Wind Pavilion to bury him this day!. The man swung his sword, and the long sword was nailed into the stone pillar of Qifeng Tower, and the roar spread in all directions, and he turned around and left.

Within a few days, there began to be a storyteller in the market and began to tell the story of Bai Tongchen slaughtering the Qinghe rebel camp for the empress..... I thought that this Bai Tongchen would kill indiscriminately on the rivers and lakes, but he didn't want to stop at the Qinghe rebel camp, and there was no news, Yu Ge, the first person in the world known as Wuji, injured the Taoist abbot of Daxiangguo Temple in a rage, and stabbed a sword between the eyebrows of the empress and sealed the sword into the stone pillar of Qifenglou, saying that if he saw Bai Tongchen's corpse in the future, he would ask the heavenly scribes to bury him!

But no one knows the mystery, since half a year ago, this young man named Bai Tongchen suddenly made waves on the rivers and lakes, there are rumors that he is the old emperor left the empress of the dead man, there are rumors that he is actually the god of killing who came back from the wild land after Wolong Mountain, why is he sitting on these things, why did Yu Ge let the heavenly scholars accompany Bai Tongchen to bury it? The storyteller said that he was shocked when he said this, and only left a meaningful smile for the listeners who were listening with relish, and the eager listeners beat their chests.

Among the listeners, there was a little girl in a light yellow dress about twelve or thirteen years old, who also listened with relish with her legs crossed, and when many listeners were anxiously scratching her ears and cheeks, she was not annoyed at all, but showed an imperceptible look of joy, like a child who had eaten candy and was not discovered, turned around and jumped out of the teahouse and ran to an old man who was squatting at the door of the teahouse and napping.

"Old Kansai, that Bai Tongchen is really so powerful, one person has killed so many people. The little girl squatted down against the wall beside the old man.

The old man rolled his eyes and said, "What does the little girl know about films, what is so powerful about killing." ”

The little girl scratched her head and asked, "Then he is not good, why did we waste so much effort to save him, and send him to such a distant town, I don't know if he starved to death, looking at his stupid appearance, there must be no one to save him." The little girl said as she danced and gestured.

It seemed that he felt that the donkey's lips were always not the same as the horse's mouth when talking to the little girl, so he simply practiced the meditation of closing his mouth, moved his body to the side of the little girl, and continued to nap.

At this time, Bai Tongchen, who had been regarded as the focus of after-dinner chatter by the people of the world, slowly opened his eyes, and just wanted to raise his hand to move, but he felt a general pain torn up and down his body, and couldn't help but snort.

As soon as he made a little noise, he heard a clattering sound not far away, and then heard a deep male voice shouting in his ear: "Are you awake?"

Bai Tongchen slowly opened his eyes again, and what greeted him was a dark-skinned man with a hammer in his hand, and there was still a piece of firewood that had not been cut on the axe, Bai Tongchen slowly spoke: "Who are you? Where am I?"

"Brother, you lie down and rest, my name is Zhang Sandou, this is Nanbao Village, rest assured, it's safe here!" Zhang Sandou grinned and continued: "Brother, you recovered really fast, you were so seriously injured, you can open your eyes and speak, you can rest assured to lie down and recuperate, I will go and talk to the village chief, and by the way, I will get you some food." ”

Bai Tongchen felt as if his head had been drained by something, and he didn't remember where he came from or even his name, let alone how he was injured, he was stunned for a while, Zhang Sandou saw that Bai Tongchen didn't speak, thinking that he was weak, he shook his head and got up and went out.

"Why am I hurt?" Bai Tongchen felt that his entire chest was torn and hurt with every breath, and he felt that something particularly important was blocked in his chest, but he couldn't think of it at all, he only felt anxious, he slowly closed his eyes, searching all the sporadic memories from his head.

Suddenly, a vague girl appeared in her mind, carrying a transparent long sword in her hand, and said: "Na, this sword is the treasure of the treasures, the only big treasure in the world, I will give it to you, and when you come back, you can avenge your father." The girl paused, then suddenly smiled and continued, "Then you can protect me." ”

The memory came to an abrupt end here, Bai Tongchen desperately wanted to recall the girl's appearance, wanted to remember more things, but the more he thought about it, the more confused his thinking became, and at this moment, Bai Tongchen heard the sound of someone pushing the door in.

Bai Tongchen opened his eyes and saw that Zhang Sandou hurried in, followed by an old man with crane hair, who was over half a hundred years old but also walked like flying, followed Zhang Sandou into the house, and the two approached Bai Tongchen's bedside.

"Brother, how do you feel?" Zhang Sandou saw that Bai Tongchen's expression was much better than when he went out, so he asked directly.

Bai Tongchen nodded slightly, exhaled a faint breath and said, "Thank you, this will feel a lot better." ”

Zhang Sandou turned his head to look at the old man beside him, and said to Bai Tongchen: "This is our village chief, let him help you take a look at the injury again." ”

Bai Tongchen nodded and said, "I'm in trouble with the village chief." ”

The old man waved his hand and smiled: "Childe, don't say more, just lie down and rest." As he spoke, he reached out and pinched Bai Tongchen's wrist, and looked shocked when he pinched it.

"The internal injury has recovered a lot, you can have a glimmer of life left when you came, and you recovered so quickly, the old man is still the first time to see it, it must have a great relationship with the cultivation of the son himself, and the remaining external injuries are slowly healed, look at the healing speed, within half a month, you can return to normal. The old man retracted his hand and said with a frost-white beard on his chin.

When Zhang Sandou heard this, he immediately interjected: "It's great now, brother, you can rest assured to recuperate, by the way, I don't know my brother's surname?"

Bai Tongchen grinned bitterly when he heard this, and said: "Thank you to the village chief and Brother Zhang for saving their lives, but now my mind is blank, where I live, why I was injured, and even who my own surname is, I can't remember any of this."

The village chief frowned slightly when he heard this, and said: "Childe's injury is so serious, he has just woken up, first of all, he should heal his injury first, and it is not too late to think about the rest later." After a slight pause, he turned his head to Zhang Sandou and said, "Go and bring Childe's sword." ”

Zhang Sandou nodded, turned around and took a long sword wrapped in black cloth from the back of the bed, Bai Tongchen was shocked when he heard this, and thought: "Sword? Could it be the one that the girl gave herself that Fang just recalled?"

"Childe, five days ago, in the early morning, Zhang Sandou saw you lying at the door of his house with serious injuries, and this long sword was placed beside him. The old man said, Zhang Sandou slowly opened the package, and a long sword as transparent as jade came into view.

"Brother, see if you can remember anything. Zhang Sandou pulled the hilt of the sword outward slightly, and there was still a trace of blood on the sword.

The girl's voice in her head sounded again: "Na, this sword is the treasure of the treasures, the only big baby in the world, I will give it to you, and when you come back, you can avenge your father and mother, and then you can protect me." ”