Chapter 7 The ten-mile long street welcomes the loyal soul

Walking on the street, Ling Yi looked at the pedestrians and felt strange, because each of them had a black gauze wrapped around their left arm and a candle in their hands, he didn't understand what kind of etiquette this was?

Came to the West Gate with Lingyi, where there were a lot of people, and everyone was a black gauze and white candle. Zhu Qi walked to the table of the government and reached out for two black yarns and two candles. instructed Lingyi to wear a black veil, hold a candle, and follow the team to the west gate slowly, there were thousands of pedestrians on the road, but no one was noisy.

Feeling the depressed atmosphere and his sister's emotions, Ling Yi vaguely understood what he ordered, and just clenched the candle in his hand.

There were officers and soldiers on the official road outside the city to maintain order, and pedestrians walked northwest along the official road on both sides. After walking for about four miles, the front and rear procession was more than ten miles long, and the team slowly stopped. Zhu Qi took Ling Yi's little hand and squeezed to the innermost part of the line, waiting quietly, Ling Yi kept looking into the distance on tiptoe, and gradually there was a sound of horses' hooves in the distance.

The herald galloped over, "Prince Long arrived, and all the people saluted", only to see a chariot slowly coming in the distance, driven by eight horses, which was the highest treatment in addition to the emperor's sixteen chariots. Don't think that the person sitting in the car must be Prince Long, no more.

The Eight Horses drove all the way along the official road, but no one knelt down to salute, let alone chant Chitose, and everyone's eyes were still looking northwest.

Slowly driving through the city, I don't know how the people in the car feel!

Subsequently, the front continued to come to the front of the "welcome the Duke of Zhongyong, welcome the Dongsheng military god, welcome the Dongsheng martial saint" chanting, all the way pedestrians lit candles, knelt down one after another, people with flowers spread flowers on the road, they want to greet the Duke of Zhongyong with the highest courtesy.

Ling Yi and his sister knelt on the cold ground, did not shed tears, just waited silently.

"Bang bang bang", a column of cavalry came neatly, about a thousand horsemen.

The horses were tall and majestic, and their armor was shining. The sergeant was resolute, his eyes were angry, his face was neat, he held the reins in his left hand and a spear in his right hand, which was extremely sharp and cold, and hung a short knife and a wine bottle on his waist.

Ling Yi knew that this was the martial army, because his grandfather returned to Beijing half a year ago, and he also wore this kind of wine bottle on his waist.

In the middle of the cavalry, a red-maned horse came with hooves, a head taller than the other military horses, his eyes seemed to be breathing fire, his nose was spitting hot air, and his hooves were ravaging the earth.

Ling Yi looked up at the horse's back, and lifted the pavilion on the saddle, and the black gauze on the pavilion covered a red wood box.

That's grandpa, but why are there only ashes, with grandpa's military exploits, he should enjoy the highest treatment of the horse leather shroud, but why is it the ashes?

Ling Yi was angry, his eyes were full of fire, and his heart was full of anger.

At this time, the red-maned horse turned its head, looked at Ling Yi, and snorted. At the same time, a thousand pairs of eyes shot their gaze towards Ling Yi, like ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, and the riders saw that it was a small child, and withdrew their gaze.

Ling Yi breathed a sigh of relief, the pressure was too great, and their murderous aura went straight to the heart through their eyes. It's just that the cavalry lieutenant glanced at Ling Yi at Bai Qiduo.

When the crowd rode away, Ling Yi and his sister kowtowed three times, their foreheads were bleeding, and there were tears in the corners of their eyes. The red-maned horse glanced back at Xiao Lingyi around the corner.

Thousands of people were reluctant to leave for a long time, and it was not until the time passed that Zhu Qi led Ling Yi back to the inn with the crowd and informed Wu Qing of the whole story.

No one fell asleep that night, and the last few strands of black hair on Wu Qing's head were all white after the night.

Everyone was thinking about it that night, and Zhu Qi was even more determined to take care of his younger brother.

Everyone was very sad that night, and Ling Yi decided to work hard to practice martial arts, strengthen himself, and find out the truth.

Early the next morning, I learned that the mission was going to leave the city and enter Beijing this afternoon. The three of them changed their rooms to the one upstairs facing the street. Wu Qing found a wine bottle and made a bottle of sorghum wine, because the old duke liked the strength of sorghum wine the most.

Before noon, the street was full of people seeing them off, stretching for dozens of miles, and the three of them did not go downstairs, but only placed sacrifices in the windows.

Zhu Qi took off the green veil that covered his face and stood in front of the window with Lingyi in the corners of his eyes.

At this time, the prince was in the front, and the mission followed and walked down the street towards the east gate, but no one saluted.

A breeze blew, no one noticed, the curtain of the second prince of Rakshasa was blown up, and it happened that the second prince saw the appearance of Zhu Qi, the willow leaves frowned, the face was good, and a faint sadness lingered between the eyebrows, and he was shocked for a while.

The martial arts army escorted the duke's bone lattice slowly, the three of them kowtowed to the coffin, and Wu Qing slowly poured the prepared sorghum wine on the ground, "Just wait for the young master and Miss to be safe, I will come down and drink three hundred cups with you!"

The snowflakes fall, the hearts of the people are cold, and a generation of heroes is no longer sonorous.

It wasn't until the afternoon that the three of them collected their minds and renegotiated their going.

"Grandpa Wu Qing, it seems that Xisha City can't go, now that the Wujia Army has been absorbed by Prince Long, the army must have been placed by him, and Xisha City is no longer controlled by the Wujia Army. The emperor will not still be in possession of the city by the samurai army, the samurai will be destroyed, and the samurai army will be reorganized sooner or later", Ling Yi analyzed.

"What the young master said is true, it seems that Xisha City can't go, and the martial arts army can't be contacted for the time being, so now I can only go to Tianshan Daoyuan to find the second master. ”

"Well, clean up, we'll leave tonight, I always feel hairy, as if someone is watching us. ”

"Since I was injured, my perception has been much weaker, people are old, and they are useless, so I will listen to the young master, and we will set off tonight. ”

Just after the hour, the three of them jumped out of the window, but they didn't realize that there were two more tails behind them.

The three of them went out of the West Gate, walked to the post station, stole two fast horses, Zhu Qi carried Lingyi, and the three of them galloped away.

Just after ten miles, there was a faint sound of horses' hooves behind them, and the three of them knew that something was wrong and hurried forward. But he was still chased by two people, Wu Qing urged the two to go quickly, he came to break off, but before Wu Qing could speak, with a whoosh, Ling Yi and his horse's horse was hit by an arrow, and the two fell off the horse.

Wu Qing jumped off his horse, took out his short sword, and guarded in front of Erxiao. As soon as he rode a fast horse, he jumped down and a black and thin man fought with Wu Qing to a pile, and there was another person behind him.

After fighting Sanhe, Wu Qing tried out, the two of them are no less powerful than the five-grade martial arts, looking at the number of roads, it should be the Rakshasa army exercises, and it is difficult to defeat the two of them with the strength of the six-grade that he was injured.

At this time, Ling Yi had already taken out the snow blade, looked vigilant, and protected his sister in front of him.

"I don't know what happened to the two of you intercepting my grandfather and grandson halfway?" Wu Qing asked.

"I can't imagine that you, a dying old man, are still a six-rank great martial artist, and if you know each other, you will dedicate your granddaughter to my prince, to protect her life of glory, and to ensure that you enjoy your old age in peace, hahaha", replied the black and thin man.

"If you two want some silver taels, I may still compromise and want to move my granddaughter, but there is no door", Wu Qing scolded angrily.

"I'm a dignified tiger and wolf teacher, I will covet your little money, flash aside, don't hinder me from doing things" As he spoke, the thin black man sneaked towards Wu Qing.

Another burly man, bypassing the two, attacked Zhu Qi.

Ling Yi raised his sword and stabbed only the soft belly of the man, and was repelled by the man's sword, Ling Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and got up to fight again. But the man didn't give him a chance, and slapped his palm on his chest and beat Ling Yi to vomit blood and fall into a coma.

"Yo, he's still a little genius, he opened up a martial arts vein at the age of four or five, take him back and hand him over to the dead camp, and you can exchange it for a drink", burly humane.

"If you want to take them away, you have to step on me", adjusting his breath, Wu Qing continued to fight, but his two fists were invincible with four hands, and a burly person joined him, just thirty moves, Wu Qing was hit in the chest unconscious, lying on the ground and breathing weakly.

"One by one, get out of here first, otherwise it won't be good to be discovered by Dongsheng pigs. ”

The two of them put Erxiao on the back of the horse, and were about to get on the horse, when a voice came from behind them: "Ah, the Rakshasa dog puts the person down"