In the east gatehouse of the city, the morning bell rang, and the sound was not slow, and it struck a total of nineteen times, waking up this sleeping border city.

Today is the day of the great funeral of Li Qiuyi, the king of the golden sword.

The entire Hidden Sun City was shrouded in a desolate atmosphere, this war-torn city was going to send away their heroes today, and also sent away this heroic era.

The shops and stalls in the city were closed, white lanterns were hung in front of every house, and people spontaneously took to the streets in linen and plain clothes, and lined up in front of the city gates, which stretched for miles along the long streets.

A young man who had nothing to do felt the sad atmosphere and asked, "Grandpa, it's very uncomfortable to wear this sackcloth on your body, and there are no dead people in our family, why are you dressed like this?"

The middle-aged man said, "Today, it is the hero of our Hidden Yang City, the old city lord who is at the funeral." ”

The young man said, "Isn't the city lord Li Xiancheng? Yesterday I saw him drinking in the Drunken Immortal Tower!"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "You remember, there is only one city lord in our Hidden Yang City, and that is Li Qiuyi, the Golden Sword King!"

The young man pursed his lips, very disapproving, took out a string of sugar gourds from his arms, and secretly licked a few bites, in his world, there is nothing more important than this string of sugar gourds.

Suddenly, he heard someone next to him crying. The young man knows him, he is the big worship of the merchant money village in the city, this person's surname is Wang, he has a good abacus, known as the golden abacus, he sees him with a strained face on weekdays, but today he is out of shape, and the young man is a little gloating.

"Wang Worship, why are you crying?"

The king worshipped and said, "Thirty years ago, I came to Yinyang City, desperate, ran to the city lord's mansion to steal, was caught by the city lord Li, I thought that this life would be over, the city lord Li did not punish me, but let me go to China Merchants Qianzhuang as an apprentice, these thirty years, I have not remembered the city lord's kindness to me, I have worked in the money village for thirty years, and there is no mistake in a single account! Today, Li City Lord drove the crane immortal, and I was very sad! Alas!"

Another person also said, "Thanks to the favor of the old city lord, I Liu Changjin was originally a tenant farmer in the city lord's mansion, when the family had a strange disease, spent all the family's savings, and couldn't even pay the rent, the old city lord not only did not take back the land, but also found a doctor to help me see a doctor at home, and exempted me from renting for three years.

Such a story happened in every corner of Hidden Yang City, and everyone remembered Li Qiuyi's good back then, he was not only the city lord of Hidden Yang City, but also the hero of the city, and an ordinary ordinary person in these four squares.

At that time, Li Qiuyi was not as lofty as Li Xiancheng now, like every Yinyang person, carrying a golden knife and a pot of red water wine every day, and walking all over every street.

Whoever marries a wife and gives birth to a baby, and whose sow gives birth to a cub, he can be happy for a long time. If you meet a few young men and run to him to ask him for knife skills, he will not hide his selfishness and give careful guidance.

In the troubled times, he led the Yinyang Yicong, fought in the south and the north, and brought the nineteen cities into the governance of the Yinyang.

In the peaceful and prosperous era, he hung up his knife and left, quietly lived in a wine shop in Suzhou City, sold wine, and inquired about the story of what happened in Yinyang City from the mouth of the merchants who traveled to and from the west, and silently guarded the nineteen cities.

Today, it is finally time for him to say goodbye to Hidden Sun City.

Zhao Lanjiang stayed awake all night, and when the sky dawned, he slowly picked up Li Qiuyi's ashes and put them into an ordinary coffin, which was made by Li Carpenter in the east of the city overnight, using ordinary sycamore wood.

Originally, the City Lord's Mansion sent a golden silk nanmu coffin, but Zhao Lanjiang refused. According to Li Qiuyi's original intention, he originally wanted Zhao Lanjiang to scatter his ashes into the head of Yinyang City and into the Chishui River, so that he could be integrated with this city that had guarded him all his life.

A big man said, "Spirit!"

The crowd stood in solemnity.

There is no drum music, no paper money, only the reluctant gaze of the people of Yinyang.

Zhao Lanjiang held the golden knife in both hands, and slowly went down to the city, Li Xianzhong led the four commanders of the dragon, tiger, leopard and wolf, with a solemn face, and put the coffin on his shoulder, and four hundred Yinyang righteous servants, full of armor, followed closely behind.

The whole city is quiet.

God also seemed to be moved, and in the sky that had been hot for a long time, it was actually raining hazy. In the light rain, Zhao Lanjiang led the way, walked in the front row, according to the funeral rules of Yinyang City, he took the ashes of the old city lord, went around the city, and made a final farewell to the city.

Walking not far away, suddenly a figure flashed out and came to Zhao Lanjiang. The man was lame on his left foot and walked with a limp, but he was holding a Hidden Sun City flag in his hand and followed behind the coffin.

Since the return of the Hidden Sun to the Ming Dynasty, the Sun and Moon Flag has been hung at the head of the Hidden Yang City, and the Hidden Yang City Flag has been destroyed, and it is extremely difficult to see it now.

Someone recognized that this person was Li Bo, who sold Yangchun noodles in Baihufang, the young boy who carried the flag to the old city lord back then. In each battle, Li Bo's war horse followed behind Li Qiuyi, and in Longju City, he was shot by a stray arrow, and his wound became infected, leaving him disabled.

Today, seeing off the old city lord, he carried the tattered flag, and appeared behind the Golden Sword King, just as he did back then.

The whole long street was solemn, and wherever Zhao Lanjiang went, people consciously gave way to a passage, and after passing through, they spontaneously followed the funeral procession.

Zhao Lanjiang came to the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.

The door of the city lord's mansion was wide open.

Li Xiancheng was dressed in linen clothes, wearing a white scarf on his head, and walked out with the support of several servants, his eyes were red, and there were tears in his eyes.

Li Xiancheng was at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion and bowed to the coffin of the Golden Sword King. and his son Li Renjie, who supported the coffin left and right, joined the send-off team. An hour later, the procession circled the city and marched out from the east gate of Hidden Yang City.

I don't know who suddenly cried.

Suddenly, the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time erupted like a torrent, and the entire people of Yinyang suddenly cried bitterly, and the sound spread for dozens of miles. They knew that this time out of Hidden Yang City, the old city lord would never come back.

For safety reasons, the send-off team, except for the 400 white horse volunteers, only released more than 1,000 people. Just these thousand people, mighty, drove towards the pavilion ten miles east of the city.

Ten Mile Pavilion.

After dozens of craftsmen rushed to work day and night, a magnificent ancestral hall was built, which reads "Hidden Yang King Temple", on the side of the pavilion, stands a building more than ten zhang high, on the book "Golden Knife Platform". The writing on these two plaques is strong, the dragon and the phoenix, and the momentum is from the handwriting of Yuwen Tianlu, the governor of the western capital.

The eunuch Gao Yuangao Gonggong, who was sent by the imperial court to be entitled, had been waiting for a long time.

He came all the way from the capital, representing the face of the Son of Heaven, when he came to Yinyang City, instead of being entertained, he stayed here for three days, except for the prefect Cao Zhi called to send a personal favor, the others did not even come to greet him, and his face was already unhappy.

A gust of wind blew, bringing up a drizzle, falling on the long crown of Gao Gonggong, Gao Yuan raised his hand and slapped the little eunuch holding the umbrella, "The slave who doesn't open his eyes can't even play an umbrella!"

The little eunuch was slapped and reached out to cover it, but who expected the umbrella to fall to the side, which made Gao Gonggong drenched, and he was so angry that Yuwen Tianlu said, "Gao Gonggong is elegant, why should you get along with your subordinates?"

For this Grand Governor, Gao Gonggong has a fear from the heart, people who don't know why will think that he is kind and good-natured, but he has been in the capital for a long time, and he has already appreciated Yuwen Tianlu's thunderbolt methods, hearing him say this, Gao Yuan had no choice but to give up, and changed the topic, "This Hidden Yang City is such a big shelf, a dead person, for no reason to make a prince, and even let you and I wait for so long, it is really unreasonable." ”

Yuwen Tianlu said, "My father-in-law has been in the palace for a long time, and I don't know what is going on in the rivers and lakes, Your Majesty has this will, and I also have the heart to appease the people of Yinyang." ”

Gao Yuan sighed, "The Metropolitan Governor has shared worries for His Majesty all his life, fought in the south and the north, and made a contribution to the sky, but in the end he was only crowned a duke, and even Marshal Xue was also crowned a prince, our family is not worth it for the Metropolitan Governor!"

Yuwen Tianlu glanced at Gao Yuan, and despised in his heart, this Gao Yuan ranked at the end of the four major prisons, and liked to stir up right and wrong, and then fished in troubled waters, on the grounds of reporting to the emperor, he tried his best to blackmail, and many officials have suffered greatly over the years, so he said, "Thunder, rain and dew, are all graces, Your Majesty's Sacred Heart is dictatorial, and naturally he has deep meaning." ”

After the rain, the sky is clear.

A team of people, nearly a thousand people, drove towards the ten-mile pavilion.

Seeing this, Gao Yuan exclaimed in his heart, "There are so many people, can't Yinyang City want to rebel?" Seeing that the people who came were all dressed in plain clothes, his heart was slightly determined, and when everyone came to the coffin, a small eunuch sang loudly, "The holy decree has arrived!"

Everyone knelt down in unison.

Yuwen Tianlu turned sideways slightly and stood behind Gao Yuan.

Duzhao stopped the river and did not kneel.

This move surprised Gao Yuan, whether it was the emperor's decree or the oracle over the years, those who did not kneel when they heard it, the man in front of him was the first one, if it was transmitted to the capital, this was a crime of killing the head.

His face was gloomy, "Why don't you kneel?"

Zhao Lanjiang was silent.

Gao Yuan was about to order the accompanying Long Wu Army to capture him, but Yuwen Tianlu stopped him and said, "Gonggong Gao, make a decree." Gao Yuandao, "This person despises His Majesty's might, if he doesn't do it, where is the majesty of the Son of Heaven?"

Yuwen Tianlu said, "He's different. ”

Saying that, he said something in his ear, Gao Gonggong was shocked, so he gave up, opened the holy decree, and said, "Fengtian carries the emperor, and the edict says: Since ancient times, the emperor has leveled the world, with the power of the military ministers, and the Haiyan River Qing, and the important ministers of the frontier, Yinyang Li Jindao, born in the grass, and then sincerely surrendered to the Ming Lord, in order to return to the Ming Dynasty, I remember his merits, so he was canonized as the King of Yinyang, Wuqing, and established the ancestral hall, for the future generations, Qin this!"

Long live the crowd.

Li Qiuyi has no heirs, this kind of posthumous title is just a means for the court to posthumously crown meritorious ministers and win over the world, and this title cannot be passed on to the next city lord, so it has no substantive significance.

The funeral ceremony is divided into two parts, please coffin, hanging gold knife. The first is to bury his coffin in the Hidden Yang King Temple, and the second is to hold a hanging knife ceremony, in which Zhao Lanjiang will hang Li Qiuyi's golden knife on the golden knife platform, which means to protect the hidden sun for eternity with the golden knife.

Xiao Jinyan and Li Chengcheng hid in the crowd, watching the surroundings move, if Li Xian really devised a plan to assassinate Yuwen Tianlu or Zhao Lanjiang, this matter should be ambushed, but Xiao Jinyan has already sensed the strings, and among the funeral crowd, except for Bai Ma Yi, there are several masters of the Xuanxuan Realm.

In the entire Ten Mile Pavilion, except for Li Xiancheng and Yuwen Tianlu, there were no other true qi fluctuations of the Elephant Master, which made the two of them a little puzzled. Among these people, they also found a few Hu people mixed in, some of whom were similar to the Northern Zhou Dynasty dead soldiers in their mouths, but these people, let alone kill Yuwen Tianlu, even if they wanted to kill Xiao Jinyan, they might not be able to do it.

Li Chengcheng pointed to the Golden Knife Table, "Could it be that there is something wrong with this Golden Knife Table?"

"Since Ha Jiangyi has reminded Zhao Lanjiang, those white horse Yi will naturally send people to investigate in advance, even if there is a problem, it has already been solved, but why do I think something is wrong?"

"We must have missed something. ”

At this time, a servant shouted, "The hour has come, please take the coffin!"

Li Xianzhong led the four nominal commanders, carrying Li Qiuyi's coffin, Zhao Lanjiang, Li Xiancheng and his son supported the coffin, and slowly walked towards the Yinyang Wang Temple.

The coffin was placed in the ancestral hall, and after the craftsman sealed the coffin with the prepared stone bricks, the servants saluted, and then said, "Hanging gold knife!"

The golden knife platform is ten zhang high, standing on the west side of the ten-mile pavilion. There is a city in the distance, from this point of view, the whole Yinyang City is all in the bottom of the eye; there is a stream nearby, the birds at the bottom of the stream are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the empty valley is quiet.

In front of everyone's eyes, Zhao Lanjiang raised the golden knife above his head and climbed the steps.

At every step, Zhao Lanjiang walked very heavily.

Along the way, he encountered countless troubles, overcame countless obstacles, and finally lived up to his trust and returned this golden knife to Hidden Yang City. Since then, he has no other obstacles, and has devoted himself to practicing the way of the sword, just to kill the powerful courtier under the golden knife platform and realize his revenge.

In the first three days of Yinyang City, he had a further understanding of this city and the inheritance of the golden sword.

The golden knife is the guard.

He is Zhao Lanjiang, a wandering wanderer, who will definitely not be bound by a city and a pool, so he will never be able to get the inheritance of this golden sword. But he is Zhao Lanjiang, even if he can't comprehend the golden knife, he can still walk out of his own knife path.

Traversing knives.

For three days, he was at the head of the city, and he completely figured it out.

Return the golden knife to the Hidden Sun and let it protect this border city, and sooner or later, this golden knife will find its own heir, sit in the Hidden Sun, and continue to write his legend.

Zhao Lanjiang came to the top of the Golden Dao Terrace.

In front of everyone's eyes, hang this golden knife above the golden knife platform.

The end of one hero is inevitably the beginning of another legend.

Li Xianzhong shouted, "Yinyang, draw the knife!"

The four hundred white horses all made a sword salute to salute the King of the Golden Sword, and to pay tribute to Zhao Lanjiang, who sent this golden knife back from thousands of miles away. Li Xianzhong, who was standing under the golden knife platform, had a very ugly face.

Xiao Jinyan and Li Tingcheng raised their throats in their hearts, for fear that something would happen on the Golden Knife Platform, and they were relieved until Zhao Lanjiang jumped off the Golden Knife Platform.

Zhao Lanjiang came to Yuwen Tianlu, pulled out the cross-cutting knife at his waist, and said, "Please advise Yuwen Dadu!"

Zhao Lanjiang wants to challenge Yuwen Tianlu, who is known as the first in the world?

Is he crazy?

Xiao Jinyan couldn't understand this move, this was tantamount to asking for his own death, suddenly, he saw Li Xiancheng walking behind the crowd, and more than ten Hu people in robes leaned over, forming a fan, hidden in the crowd, blocking all the retreats of Zhao Lanjiang and Yuwen Tianlu.

Li Tingcheng also found out about this move.

Dead soldiers of the Northern Zhou Dynasty?

The deceased, with the determination to die, to achieve the purpose of the employer.

However, most of these people are in the realm of hearing, and the highest is not in the realm of knowledge, so how can they deal with Yuwen Tianlu? Not to mention, there is also a Zhao Lanjiang.

Yuwen Tianlu and Zhao Lanjiang also noticed this change and looked at these people.

Order.

The twelve dead men took off their robes, put their hands on their waists, and aimed twelve three-foot squares at the two of them.

Xiao Jinyan and Li Chengcheng's faces changed greatly.

Twelve Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles!

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