But although Huang Kuixin's words were reasonable, but the group of generals who were like fire had just received the holy decree and were about to make meritorious contributions, and when they heard this, they sneered coldly: "Hmph, since the holy order has been issued, how can there be any jokes? Moreover, if the Eagle Clan is not eliminated for a day, it will be a big trouble for my Da Jiang, Lord Huang actually said this, isn't it that you are also the meticulous work of the Eagle Clan!"

"That's right!" "It's clearly a meticulous work, a traitor!" The generals agreed, but the ministers fell silent, and Huang Kuixin still argued on the basis of reason: "It's not that I intend not to let the generals make meritorious achievements, but as soon as the battle starts, it will be a thousand miles of white bones, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood! Hugh said that the people of the Eagle Clan have suffered, and even my men in Middle-earth will also die because of your groundless suspicion, competitive heart, and false reputation! The same is the common people of Limin, why do you favor one over the other?"

"But if we don't exterminate the Eagle Clan, and they come back, won't they have to make our people in Middle-earth suffer again?"

"If they raise troops to attack, with the national strength of our great ginger, with high walls and deep fortresses, strong crossbows, bows and arrows, rolling stones and trees, and brave soldiers, they will be able to retreat from the enemy. It's just that it is much easier to defend the city than to storm the city, and all the generals are experienced in a hundred battles, so they naturally know that if we attack the city countless times the number of troops, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky, if we go to the south to fight, it is not as comfortable as the terrain of the Eagle Clan, and we will not adapt to the water and soil, resulting in the loss of troops. If, on Middle-earth, they raise up an army to attack, wouldn't it be easy for us to defeat them?"

"Besides, if they come north to attack, it will be a loss, and it is in line with the will of heaven for us to hold on to the enemy, how can we be invincible? I hope that all the generals, be cautious! Please also Your Majesty, think twice!"

Xiao Xiaojie's newly appointed Fu Wen Shilang, Huang Kuixin, was about to start a war of words with the military attachés, but Emperor Zhongping suddenly interrupted them and said: "Enough, I have made a decision." The ministers held their breath and waited for him to give his order. But Emperor Wen Zhengguang said: "The Chaoying clan is stubborn, I am afraid that it is difficult for a thief to die, this southern expedition is imperative, how can you have a small Fuwen servant, vainly talk about the will of heaven?"

The generals were overjoyed when they heard this, and they all bowed together: "Your Majesty Shengming!" Most of the civil officials also approved of the southern expedition, so they did not come forward to speak. But Huang Kuixin still refused to give up, knelt on the ground, and wept bitterly. Emperor Zhengguang then asked, "Why are you so sad, why are you crying?" Huang Kuixin replied: "The minister is crying for the people of the Chaoying Clan, crying for the people of my Middle Earth, and crying for the more than 300,000 soldiers who went on the expedition!"

Emperor Zhengguang was very unhappy when he heard this, he had worked hard to take care of the affairs of the military state, and this Huang Kuixin's words were clearly sarcastic that he had buried the lives of hundreds of thousands of troops and ruined the families of the people of Middle Earth, so he was angry and angrily reprimanded: "Bold Huang Kuixin! When I sent troops to the south, you spoke wildly, disturbed the hearts of our army, and said such ominous words, don't you want our army to die in southern Xinjiang!

The palace gate royal forest army turned into the hall, knelt down and said: "Yes!" Emperor Zhengguang shook his sleeves and commanded: "Push this madman out of the palace and behead him!" "The royal forest army obeyed the order, and was about to step forward to drag that Huang Kuixin away, who knew that he struggled to break free, knelt down again, knocked his head three times, his forehead was still oozing blood, and the old tears were full of tears, and he said with tears on his face: "Your Majesty! Although the minister has no regrets in death, he still has heartfelt words, please Your Majesty make a holy decision!"

Seeing that he was so sad, Emperor Zhengguang had no choice but to agree, and said impatiently: "Come quickly." Huang Kuixin's blood and tears blended, choked up and said: "If Your Majesty insists on sending troops, please go south after the beginning of spring, it is early winter, if the army goes to the south, it will be unadaptable, prone to disease, and it is not good for our army." I also hope that Your Majesty will think twice and postpone the dispatch of troops, minister, although there is no regret in death!"

That Huang Kuixin's eyes were hazy with tears, and Emperor Zhengguang was inevitably moved, for fear that he would be soft-hearted, so he turned around, and his voice was already a little trembling: "Push it out." "Your Majesty, take care!" Huang Kuixin was dragged out of the Tianming Palace and beheaded in front of the palace by the Imperial Forest Army, and the Imperial Forest Army reported back to the palace: "Huang Kuixin has already surrendered to the law!" No one found that the Zhengguang Emperor, who had his back to the hundred officials, rolled down two lines of tears.

"We have power in hand, the foundation is still shallow, and the hundreds of officials in the court have made many friends, so we must not go against the hundreds of officials in the court at this time. Killing you is also out of helplessness. Emperor Zhengguang sighed, and then ordered: "Spread my will and postpone the dispatch of troops." For a few months, they recuperated and stockpiled grain, grass and ordnance to survive the harsh winter. When the spring flowers bloom in the coming year, the grass is soft and the sand is warm, it is just time to fight, and then go south. Retreat. ”

As soon as the court retreated, the chief manager of Napan carried the holy decree to the Shunming Palace. As soon as he got off the horse, he was stopped by the family: "Who is coming?" Manager Pan arrogantly picked up the holy decree and scolded: "Open your dog's eyes, take a good look, this is the holy decree, don't hurry up and ask that Ying to come out to receive the decree!"

The two family members hurriedly knelt down, didn't even dare to raise their heads, and said truthfully: "Back to my father-in-law, my prince is seriously injured, and he has not been cured for a long time, and he is already dying. ”

kicked away the two family members, and broke into the Shunming palace with a group of eunuchs, and no one dared to step forward to stop the holy purpose all the way forward, until the door of the bedroom where there should be no disease, and the chief manager Pan shouted in a long voice

Said: "King Tanglin, there should be no illness, take the order-" And the Ying Wuxi was lying on the bed with dull eyes, and the maid beside him was kneeling to feed him rice porridge, and it was sent to the mouth and flowed out from the corners of his mouth, extremely embarrassed.

"The dignity of the dignified prince, how did he become so depressed. The chief manager of Pan smiled again, "Lord Wang, don't you get up to accept the order?" The maids and servants all retreated to the side and knelt down, and Ying Wujian stood up and knelt on the bed and kowtowed: "Minister, you should take the order without illness...... Chief Pan ordered all the people to leave the house, leaving only a group of eunuchs to surround Ying Wuji, and the two of them were side by side, holding white silk and sending it to Na Ying Wuji.

"In accordance with the will of His Majesty, I declared: The king of Tanglin should be free of disease, although he has no virtue, he has a rebellious heart, and he has long had the intention of killing the king and usurping the throne. If you have remorse, you will commit suicide, and it will be regarded as repentance, that is, you will still be buried with princely rites, enter the ancestral shrine, and be buried in the imperial mausoleum. If you still have an antipathy, regardless of your feelings, I have no choice but to raise the sword soldiers. I also ask Uncle Huang to act at his discretion, don't let me down, and have a heart. ”

After reading it, Mr. Pan put the edict in front of Ying Wuji, who was still hanging his head and trembling a little, and sneered: "The prince is so self-conscious, our family has gone." With that, he laughed and led the little eunuchs to push the door away, leaving Na Ying Wujian kneeling on the bed, unmoved. The edict finally arrived, and the end was not much different from what Ying Wujian thought, but Emperor Zhongping did save him enough face out of his uncle's and nephew's affection. However, if he is willing to obey, he will not be free of disease.

And said that the chief steward of Napan led the eunuch out of the bedroom, turned around and commanded: "You will stay here, and when Na Ying dies, send the body back to the palace." "Chief, if he refuses to kill himself, what shall we do?" asked the little eunuch. Manager Pan slapped the dust in his hand on his head: "Pig brain! If he doesn't want to break it off on his own, you can help him break it, anyway, he is now a waste, there are so many of you, he will not be your opponent." If you really can't kill him, you will go back to the palace to report. ”

The little eunuchs received the order, and Manager Pan gave a few more words, and then went back to the palace to hand over the order. Let's say that Ying Wujian raised his head slowly, suddenly laughed alone in the room, closed his mouth very quickly, and took out the tattered "Supreme Xuanshen Scroll" from his arms, looked nervous, sweaty, his eyes were round, and he kept trembling and said: "I haven't lost yet, I haven't lost yet." I can't die, I can't die!"

"Knife Snowman...... Chu Qing'an...... You haven't won yet, this king hasn't lost yet, he hasn't lost, and he won't lose......" Ying Wujian opened the last article in the "Supreme Great Xuanshen Scroll", he is now damaged in his meridians and cannot mobilize his internal force, and this last Blood Rakshasa Heart Sutra can enable him not to mobilize his true qi, but also to turn his qi and blood back, rush away and repair the damaged meridians, and restore his strength.

Finally, he still practiced the evil forbidden martial arts, and he couldn't take care of it anymore, even if he fought for his life, he refused to give up, and committed suicide in humiliation.

And Dao Xueke and Chu Qing'an, who were far away in Liulin Mansion, once again embarked on the road back to Kexue Villa, with the carriage and Ouchi guards behind them. Chu Qing'an chuckled, then raised his head and whispered in the ear of the knife snowman for a while, "Huh-" Grabbed the reins and stopped the horse, Chu Qingan turned over and dismounted, and turned back to lead the knife snowman. When the inspector saw that the two of them could not stop, he immediately stepped forward and asked, "Why don't the general and the county lord continue to advance?"

"The two of us are tired of riding horses, and I want to sit in the carriage for a while, I don't know if it's okay?" Chu Qing'an's hand was tightly grasped by Dao Xueke, pretending to be tired. The patrol captain naturally didn't dare to refute the two, and said with a smile: "The group leader has an order, and we will naturally obey it." With that, the driver and the snowman switched places, and rode in front. The two drove in the middle of the team.

As soon as Chu Qing'an got into the carriage, he asked Dao Xueke beside him, "Brother Xue, can you sit firm?" Dao Xueke said with a smile: "Let's start." Both of them chuckled, Chu Qing'an leaned forward, grabbed a wisp of the horse's tail and pulled it hard, the horse was frightened by the severe pain, raised his head and neighed, sad and sad, everyone was shocked, only Chu Qing'an and Dao Xueke snickered.

Again, the horse raised its hooves and ran forward with great speed, so rampage that the Ouchi guard, who had been walking in front of him, knocked him to the ground along with the horses, and rushed forward. Chu Qing'an was still pretending to be shocked and shouted: "Oh no, this horse doesn't listen to the call, how can it be so manic? The car is about to overturn!" The knife snowman pursed his lips and snickered, leaning back and leaning back against Liu Yuanjun's coffin with his hand. Chu Qing'an pulled the reins, ostensibly controlling the carriage, but spurring the horses to speed up and escape.

His companion was overturned to the ground, and was trampled by the frightened horses, and the inspector and the others hurriedly dismounted and helped him up, and saw that the two of them had already gone away, and hurriedly said: "It's not good, let's chase after them! Don't lose them!" The group quickly got on their horses, rode their horses, and chased forward. But the two of them were long gone, and the inspector sighed, "Hey!

"Captain, look!" suddenly one of them pointed forward, and saw that the carriage in which the two men were riding was stopped on the slope. Everyone quickly stepped forward to check, but unfortunately the two Dao Xueke were long gone, and even the coffin was not in the car. "The two of them are strong in martial arts, and their light skills are unfathomable, and they are afraid that they have gone far away at this time, and this is the road

There are a lot of them, they went one step ahead of us, returned to Yaoye Mansion and buried the heroine, or they can hide in the rivers and lakes, and there is no trace to be found, what should I do?"

Everyone thought that they were certain to die, but they saw a note in the carriage, picked it up and looked at it carefully, and the note only read: "It is only said that the horses of Huailuopo thirty miles outside Liulin Mansion were frightened, and they fell and trampled to death, or they may ask for a way to live, if they chase them, don't blame me for being ruthless." This note was written by Chu Qing'an, and after reading it, the inspector sighed and said, "It's all about now." Then he turned his horse around and took the Ouchi guards back to the palace to plead guilty.

Let's say that Emperor Zhengguang didn't blame them, but just said: "There should be no danger anymore, leaving two Jianghu people with unknown origins in the palace will cause criticism." And so the matter was over. And that Ying Wujian pretended to hang himself to death, leaving a scar on his neck, and asked the group of little eunuchs to carry his body back to the palace with a breath-holding method, and made the money buy the autopsy, only for Emperor Zhengguang to take a look, and then put it in the coffin and sent it to the imperial tomb.

Emperor Zhengguang did not break his promise, and set up a spiritual position in the ancestral ancestral hall that should be free of disease, and still worshiped as the emperor's uncle. It's just that now Emperor Zhengguang thinks that all the great troubles in his henchmen have been removed, so he relaxes his vigilance and no longer has the heart of self-denial. Spending all day drinking, indulging in the look of dogs and horses, once shelving the government, the court and the central government were full of complaints, sometimes dissatisfied, but they did not dare to say it clearly, for fear of angering the holy face, and ended up with Ren Shanhuai's father.

And the shrewd Ying Wujian lay in the coffin, hidden in the darkness all day long, painstakingly cultivating the "Supreme Great Xuanshen Scroll", not eating or drinking, condensing his mind, having no god and no soul, and practicing wholeheartedly. Just wait for one day, the evil will be successful, make a comeback, and take revenge.

Dao Xueke and Chu Qing'an were not bound by the imperial court after all, they were at ease and chic, and hired a carriage to carry Liu Yuanjun's coffin back to Yaoye Mansion. At this time, it is gradually wintering, and on weekdays, there is snow flying all over the sky outside the Jianshan Pass, and it has entered the severe cold and is even more windy and snowy, and the snow field is vast and there is no edge in sight. Dao Xueke's eyes were blind, and there was only the sound of the whistling wind in his ears, and even Chu Qing'an couldn't really hear what he said. had to walk behind, carrying the coffin, led the way by Chu Qing'an, and it took a lot of hard work to return to Kexue Villa.

The eyes are full of gloom, but the sword snowman can no longer see. Returning to the dilapidated mountain villa, this was the first time Chu Qing'an had seen the Kexue Mountain Villa with his own eyes. She had heard him talk about the most beautiful place in her memory countless times in her conversations with the Sword, but now it was in ruins, ruins. Although Chu Qingan was amazed, he didn't say a word, for fear of arousing the grief in Dao Xueke's heart.

was about to dig a grave in the courtyard to bury Liu Yuanjun, but Dao Xueke turned his palm and shook the ground, breaking through a huge stone pit and saving Chu Qing'an a lot of strength. The two buried the coffin in it, and Chu Qing'an went to the ruins to break off a wooden board that had long been decayed, and stood in front of the grave, just about to use the snow leaf sword to engrave words on it, but he didn't want the tip of the sword to touch it, and it would turn into debris and debris.

Chu Qing'an couldn't help but snort softly, and was heard by Dao Xueke, so he asked, "What's the matter?" "The wooden planks here are already rotten, and it is impossible to engrave the inscription and erect the monument. Chu Qing'an sighed. Dao Xueke groped back to the inner courtyard with his intuition, and Chu Qing'an protected him without directly supporting him. I saw that there was a tall stone tablet in the inner courtyard, but it had been worn and eroded by wind, frost and snow, and the inscription had long been unclear.

Although Dao Xueke broke the stone tablet from the end and moved it back to the tomb of Liu Yuanjun, Chu Qingan engraved on it: "Disciple of Kexue Villa, the tomb of senior sister Liu Yuanjun." But as soon as the tombstone was erected, it was blown down by a strong wind, and it couldn't stand again, Chu Qingxin was anxious, but Dao Xueke raised his head and felt the terrible cold wind blowing on his cheeks.

After being silent for a long time, Dao Xueke said: "Ten years ago, my Kexue Mountain Villa was tragically destroyed, and my father, uncle, and all the disciples were all dead here, and they could not be properly buried. They must be resentful that I failed to avenge them. It's just that if you want to blame, just blame me, Senior Sister Liu has dedicated her life to Kexue Villa, and after she died with all her might, she has suffered enough, so let her rest here. ”

Some heartfelt words poured out, the wind and snow actually stopped for a while, Chu Qingan was surprised and happy, and hurriedly lifted the stone tablet again. But when the fingertips of the knife snowman skimmed over the words engraved by Chu Qing'an, his face changed slightly, the red light flashed, and the red night knife suddenly struck. Chu Qing'an was so shocked that he took half a step back, but the knife snowman wiped it upwards with the knife in his backhand, smoothed the stone tablet, and removed the handwriting.

Chu Qing'an was puzzled, so he asked, "Brother Xue is dissatisfied with this inscription?"

"This tomb is by no means the tomb of the senior sister alone, not only to pay tribute to the senior sister, but also to pay tribute to the dozens of heroic souls of my guest snow villa. With that, take a half step back, and just wave the knife and engrave the words by feeling. After writing and putting the knife back into its sheath, Chu Qingan hurriedly approached to take a look, only to see that it was the "Tomb of Kexue Villa" engraved. Only then did Chu Qing'an understand that to this day, Kexue Mountain Villa was really buried in that tombstone, and the hundred-year-old faction fell.

The vigorous and powerful strokes are by no means like what a blind person can write, and it is completely different from the gentle and peaceful handwriting of Dao Xueke's before, which shows that his state of mind at this time is completely different from before. The two bowed three times before the grave, and then went down the mountain without looking back. He never came back. It's not that the sword snowman has forgotten the hatred.

It's just that hatred can no longer drive him to be a powerful ghost who will only take revenge.