There is a long alley in the capital of Chang'an, with the minister's residence in the east and the Xuanwei general's residence in the west. Although they are not considered first-rate officials, although they have a deep sense of power and authority. While this area generally enjoys lovely peace and quiet, this is not the case today.

The residences of the legal adviser officers will receive good news as the midwives are busy with their work. Strangely, everyone's joy, from the lord to the young maid, seemed to be mixed with some other emotion, and no one dared to laugh. The maids rushed to the corner of the wall with the basin of water, and even heard the sound from outside, and even looked frightened.

Lin Guangyuan, the notoriously fearless and heroic Xuanwei general, is no longer fearless and no longer heroic, because he has annoyed Xiahou, the empire's number one fearless and heroic general. He was accused of treason for colluding with the enemy, and after several months of interrogation by His Royal Highness the Prince, the dust finally settled.

The result was unambiguous, and the punishment was simple: confiscation of all property and beheading everyone in his family.

The door in front of the lawyer's residence remains closed. The chamberlain nervously peeked through the gate at the equally closed door of the officer's quarters. He could hear the sound of heavy blades slicing into flesh, and something like a watermelon rolling on the floor, and he couldn't help but shiver with fear.

The two families had been neighbors for many years, and he knew them well in the General's Palace, from attendants to gatekeepers. Listening to the terrifying sounds coming from across the alley, he could almost imagine countless sharp blades slicing their necks, their heads rolling mercilessly on the quartzite floor with familiar faces, then colliding with the doors, eventually piling up into a bloody mess.

Blood oozed from under the gate of the General's Mansion, and it looked quite black and sticky, like glutinous rice paste mixed with cinnabar, and some bits and pieces of meat were sandwiched inside, which looked like purple yam puree. The attendant stared at the scene before him, his face as white as a sheet. Unable to contain his emotions any longer, he rolled over on the door and immediately began to vomit.

Suddenly, there was a hurried sound of horses approaching the door, and the people were scolded, followed by a sudden knock at the door. There was a faint cursing sound, followed by shouting, as if to say that someone had escaped from the General's Palace. A private general in the Prince's Mansion shouted to his men from his horse, "No one can go missing!"

At the same time, there were scratches and blood stains on the walls of the garden inside the residence of the Legal Counsel.

"Young master, please listen, you must not go out, let go of Xiao Chu, let him go, please ......"

In a woodshed not far from there, a bloody squire in the General's Mansion stared at a pair of boys aged 4-5, his lips trembling and making an unpleasant and hoarse sound, while his wrinkled and dirty face was devoid of anything but despair and struggle, so much so that cloudy tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes.

It didn't take long for the Yulin royal guards to break into the official residence and find this firewood shed. After carefully examining the two bodies of an old man and a young boy, the lieutenant breathed a sigh of relief and reported menacingly: "Both are dead, and none are missing."

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The simplest way to describe the term "non-worldly sublime beings" is that sublime beings are usually unworldly, so those that are not worldly are often sublime beings. This is obvious, although there is a certain meaning in it. For mortals, what noble beings fear is often beyond their reach, and their happiness is equally unfathomable.

As a result, mortal worlds are ignorant of what is happening outside of their realm, while transcendents do not pay attention to the deaths or births that occur in mortal worlds. Just like they won't care if a butcher's scale is cheated, a drunkard's cellar is chewed by rats, General Xuanwei dies, or some government official welcomes a newborn daughter.

There has never been any connection between the joys and sorrows of the two worlds.

If there is to be a connection, the power of a saint is needed.

On the outskirts of the capital city of Chang'an, stands a towering mountain, most of which is hidden in the clouds. Along the steep west side, a man is slowly climbing up. He looked very tall and strong from behind, wearing a black jacket with a thin shirt over it and holding a lunch box in his hand.

He finally went against the wind and came to a cave, he sat down, opened his lunch box, took out his chopsticks, picked out a piece of ginger and put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, then took two more slices of mutton, and let out a sigh to express his pleasure and approval.

Chang'an at sunset was soon obscured by the night, and heavy rain and dark clouds were approaching from afar.

"It feels like I see you like you used to," said the tall man, rather emotionally, as he stared somewhere in the capital.

Then he looked up at the sky, pointed to the sky with his right hand, and said, "And you, what's the point of flying so high?"

Apparently, he was talking to two different people.

After a short silence, the tall man put down the bowl of rice wine in his hand in one go, raised the empty bowl, and cheered around: "The wind blows, the rain falls, and the night will fall."

As if in line with his words, the wind blew from outside the mountain, whistling through his collar, and the old trees rooted in the rocks shook violently as the rocks kept falling. The clouds hovering over the capital suddenly darkened, and countless wisps of rain converged and splashed down in the last twilight. By the time he uttered the last word, the night had covered most of the sky, making it as black as the pupils of the King of Hell.

The man slammed down the bowl and muttered, "It's so dark......"

In the spring of the thirteenth year of Tang Tianqi, it rained in Weicheng.

Located in the northwestern part of the vast empire, this military frontier town was built to deter the invasion of steppe barbarians. The corn cob wall is firmly enclosed around the city and looks like a thick clod of earth.

When the northwesterly winds begin to blow during the dry season, dust from the corn cob walls will drift around and fall on the humble barracks or soldiers. The whole world will turn into ochre, and when people turn over the quilt while sleeping, there will be sandstorms.

The rain came at the right time, and the soldiers were very happy in this dry spring. A light rain washes down from the roof, as if it can also wash people's eyes and make them brighter.

At least Ma Shixiang's eyes are quite bright now.

As the highest military general in Wei City, he is now quite modest. He managed to hide his displeasure with the footprints on the expensive carpet and pretended to be a little surprised.

He saluted the elders in dirty robes who sat at the low tea table, and whispered, "Dear sir, do you need anything?" If she insists on leaving tomorrow, I can send a hundred soldiers to protect her and make a note at the military headquarters at once.

The Grand Elder gestured to the figure in the tent and shook his head in agreement. At this moment, the voice of a cold and arrogant woman sounded in the tent. "It doesn't matter. Just take care of your own business.

It didn't take long for Ma Shixiang to figure out who was in the carriage when they crashed into Wei City this morning. So he didn't feel her indifferent attitude and didn't dare to complain.

The man in the tent suddenly spoke after a while. "The journey from Wei to the capital had to pass through Minshan, where the roads may have been washed away by the rain. Assign me a guide from the army.

Ma Shixiang was stunned for a moment, thinking of that annoying guy. He bowed his head and said, "There is a candidate."

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Several lieutenants looked at each other outside the barracks, with different expressions on their faces, some with expressions of regret or shock. Obviously, none of them expected that Ma Shixiang would choose that person as the guide of the nobles.

"General, are you really going to let him go like this?" A lieutenant asked in surprise.

The city of Wei was small, with less than 300 soldiers, including officers. It's more like a bunch of outlaws. The so-called general, in fact, is just a lowest-ranking officer. However, Ma Shixiang was very strict with his soldiers, and as a bandit leader, he liked to call him a general. His subordinates did not dare to talk to him, without the title of general, even in everyday conversation.

Ma Shixiang wiped his face and looked at the yellow-brown pools around the barracks. He sighed. "We can't always leave him in this damn place. The letter of recommendation was received six months ago. That guy has a bright future, after all, he will go to the capital to take the first exam of the academy. Luckily, he could go with that nobleman. Let me do her a favor.

"I don't think the nobles will be grateful," replied his lieutenant angrily.

The door to the barracks was pushed open, and a beautiful maid walked in. She looked at Ma Shixiang and the adjutants, and said coldly, "Show me the guide."

As the lady-in-waiting of the nobles, she did not hide her slight arrogance when facing the military attaché of the imperial court.

The prime minister's gatekeeper, the nobleman's closest lady-in-waiting, and the prince's retainer are the three most troublesome of all bureaucracy. Ma Shixiang really didn't want to deal with them. So after a few seconds of small talk, he called a lieutenant and a maid to go with him to the guide.

The rain stopped for a while, washing Wei Cheng clean. A few willow trees on both sides of the street have sprouted, which is beautiful. But the city was too small, and it didn't take long for them to reach their destination, where there was a noisy barracks.

There was a lot of noise in that house. The maid frowned slightly, and thought to herself, "During the day, how can anyone drink in the barracks?" As the curtain was blown open, the sound inside became clear. They were playing a game of guessing the fingers, but not the good ones - listening to the voice, the maid's face turned red, and she clenched her fist in her sleeve.

"Let's play a lewd finger guessing game! Whoever is dirty, you are dirty! Whoever is dirty, I'm dirty! Whoever is dirty, he is dirty!

The noise went on for a long time and there were no winners. The maid was angry, picked up the corner of the curtain, and looked at the people irritably. She immediately saw a young man on the other side of the square table.

The young man was fifteen or sixteen years old, and was wearing a standard military-style cotton-lined jacket with oil and dirt on the front. Maybe he has naturally curly black hair, or maybe he hasn't washed his hair in a long time, so it's greasy and frizzy. However, his face is very clean, so his eyebrows, as well as several freckles on his face, are very clear.