Lightning and thunder roared, deafening.

Crash.

The pouring rain poured down, coming swiftly and violently.

Summer rain has always been like this.

"General, do you want to take shelter from the rain first?"

At this time, the Qilin Guard left in the palace was struggling to clean up the mess all over the ground, which was the overlap of blood and corpses, the symphony of heaven and earth.

Fortunately, Qilinwei is also a person who has seen some scenes, and he will not be fainted by the miserable scene and fishy smell everywhere, but even so, they hope that the smell will be lighter.

Vice Admiral Qilinwei wiped a handful of the rain from his face, took a deep breath with his nose, and then turned his head to look at Sikong Xiang on the side, and asked.

Sikong Xiang took off his helmet and threw it on the ground, closed his eyes, and then opened his arms to the sky, as if to welcome and embrace this storm, his young face was full of enjoyment, and he was deaf to what the adjutant general said on the side.

The lieutenant thought it was raining too loudly, so he shouted again, but the latter still did not respond.

The adjutant general scratched his head helplessly, turned around and commanded the rest of his subordinates to continue cleaning up the battlefield.

But the armor and clothes on their bodies became much heavier and more difficult to move after being soaked by the rain, and the same dead bodies under their feet also became a little heavier, and the contact surface became more slippery, making it more difficult to carry.

Fortunately, it rained, so I didn't feel so stuffy, the smell of blood in the air was not as strong as before after the rain, and the messy blood stains on the ground no longer needed to be dealt with.

After a while, Sikong wiped his eyes and looked at the place again.

I saw a long blood stain at the palace gate deeply imprinted on the cyan ground, and even such heavy rain could not wash it away, as if it was an imprint, a kind of witness.

Sikong wanted to remember this bloody road, which was the road that Mo Jun personally walked out of not long ago.

He still remembered that at that time, the sword light was overflowing, the ghosts were crying wolves, and the silver light reflected by the three-foot Qingfeng in Mo Jun's hand was brighter than the moonlight in the sky, and whiter than the heavy snow in winter.

It is also more fascinating than the temples of the Great Zhou.

Sikong stared at it, looked at it from a distance along the bloody road, thought for a long time, and sighed.

Then he put his arm behind his back, bowed his head slightly, stepped on his right foot, and walked down the road.

His eyes were as serious as if he were admiring a work of art, his steps were large, but his steps were extremely slow, each step trying to coincide with the bloody footprints, and his figure swayed with it, his arms fluttering up, and there was no sword in his hand, but every movement was like a deadly sword move.

In the eyes of others, General Qilinwei at this moment is more like a madman.

Sou.

Sikong wanted to stab a sword out of thin air.

This sword is bold and fierce, and it wants to kill with one move, just like their Sikong Clan's actions tonight, fierce and ruthless, and it chokes the enemy's throat as soon as it strikes.

This sword is like a dormant tiger, a trapped hidden dragon, and if it doesn't sound, it is just a blockbuster.

And the blade of this sword pointed straight at a corpse.

This is Yu Wenhong's body.

Sikong Xiang narrowed his eyes, he stood up straight and looked up, and before he knew it, he had walked in front of the health palace, and here, it had turned into a ruin.

The rivers and mountains of the Weisheng clan have also disappeared with the bricks and tiles scattered all over the ground?

He thought like this, and his heart was full of melancholy.

Sikong Xiang is a very young person, he is not yet twenty years old this year, if he is placed in an ordinary family, he should still be a student with a hanging beam and a thorn stock, even if he is in a rich and noble family, he should be a young man in fresh clothes and angry horses.

He should have drunk and sang, been happy and chic, learned a good sword, and read thousands of books of poetry. When he was free, he took the white horse, carried a wine gourd on his waist, and swam in this prosperous Tai'an, drinking a pot of sweet wine, and the rivers and lakes were leisurely.

Or with a lot of silver tickets, striding into the beautiful moon tower like a flower, wouldn't it be more beautiful?

This is what a young man of this age should do, and this is also what he wants to do.

But all he could do was think about it.

But he should have been.

The Sikong clan was originally the top wealthy family in Tai'an City, and its lord Taifu Sikong Quan's qualifications were more senior than those of the Yuwen clan and the Yang family.

And Sikong Quan also worked hard for Da Zhou, he only married one wife when he was young, and he didn't take a second look at the beauties all over the world, and he laughed at the beautiful concubines sent by the officials and gentry who came from all over the world.

But Sikong Quan's wife has never given birth, so he found Hua Yuan, a doctor who was famous all over the world at that time, to investigate, only to find out that the wife did not have this ability.

Now Sikong Quan's family can't sit still, there are three unfilial pieties, and no queen is the greatest, no matter how you put yourself high, at least you have to solve this problem.

But Sikong Quan still insisted that his wife was still there and would never marry again.

Fortunately, God gave him mercy, and Sikong Quan gave birth to a son almost at the last moment.

Sikong Quan gave it a name, called Wang, after all, this is what the whole family wants.

After Sikong Wang was born, the Sikong clan began to look at Shu again, how could a man have a second son, and Sikong Quan called him to do it, thinking.

After all, this second son was thought up by the whole family.

With two sons, this is a great joy for Sikong's family, Sikongquan's old father can't close his mouth happily all day long, the already drooping body seems to glow with a second spring, more and more energetic, the guests who came to congratulate him saw his face, not first praised his big fat grandson, but first praised the spirit of the old man, which is enough to see his joy.

And Sikong Xiang also grew up in this excellent environment when he was young.

The whole family has high hopes for his eldest brother, and has exhausted the best resources to cultivate his success, and Sikong Wang has lived up to everyone's wishes, martial arts is really a once-in-a-century peerless genius, and poetry and literature are not far behind, and the younger generation at that time was known as the most outstanding genius in Tai'an.

Sikong Xiang didn't have the slightest complaint about this, even if he grew up under the aura of his eldest brother, he was happy to do this and enjoyed it, because his ambition was not in the court, but in the rivers and lakes.

He yearns for the chivalrous man in the book, the fairy in the poem, full of flowers and drunk, and a sword against the dust.

It's just that he doesn't understand why his father is always dissatisfied with his eldest brother. Later, it was even more utterly disappointed.

And after the disappointment, his father's eyes finally fell on him.