After the carriage walked slowly through the streets of the imperial capital for a long time, it finally stopped in front of a large mansion, and the coachman said loudly: "The Marshal's Mansion has arrived!

Ling Ye thought that someone would secretly attack him along the way, and he had been secretly on guard in his heart, but he didn't expect to arrive peacefully. He was a little strange, but he couldn't let his guard down, so he slowly got out of the carriage and stood on the street.

This is a very magnificent mansion with a light gate tower. The gatehouse is about two zhang high, carved beams and painted buildings, and on the plaque is the "imperial pillar stone" of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing. Behind the gatehouse are two huge stone lions that are lined up left and right, and behind the stone lions is a high staircase, and you have to go up the stairs to the gate of the mansion. To the left and right of the gate, there are two teams of soldiers guarding the gate with bright armor.

In the entire imperial capital, only the official residence of the Marshal's Mansion was guarded by soldiers, and no matter how powerful the other princes and nobles were, the mansion was only guarded by the house slaves. This alone shows that Marshal Wu Peng's power is very different.

After getting out of the car at night, the carriage walked away. No one led him in, and the soldier who guarded it did not come down to greet him, but stood upright, with his hand on the hilt of his sword, and stared at him with wide eyes.

Since Ling Ye came, he was not afraid, and slowly climbed the stairs without moving.

The two soldiers at the head each stretched out a hand and crossed it together, blocking Ling Ye's way. The left-handed soldier shouted, "Who is here?" and dare to trespass into the Marshal's Palace?"

Ling Ye said lightly: "The marshal invited me to the banquet, so I came." If you're interested, let me know, and if you're not interested, get out of the way and I'll go in by myself. ”

The soldier on his right hand shouted, "Since the marshal invited you to the banquet, do you have an invitation?"

Ling Ye said: "No." ”

The soldier in his right hand glared and shouted, "Since there is no invitation, then get out yourself!"

Looking at this posture in the middle of the night, there was really a trace of doubt in my heart. Inviting people to a banquet without an invitation, which one is this playing?

It can't be a ghost deliberately made by the people behind Ding Buwei, right?

He really wanted to turn around and leave, but seeing the soldier yelling so loudly, he couldn't help but be very unhappy, and said coldly: "I really wanted to leave, but listening to your roar, I am not in a hurry to leave." Listen, go in and report that I'm here in the middle of the night. If you really invite me to come, let me in, and if not, make it clear!"

The soldier on his right hand looked up to the sky and laughed: "Joke! Where did a mountain villager come from, who didn't understand the rules at all, and shouted here! And he still wanted me to go in and report it? What a joke!"

His eyes widened, and he shouted again, "One last time, get out!"

Ling Ye didn't move, looking at him coldly. He already understood in his heart that the soldier was blowing his beard and glaring at him like this, saying that he didn't understand the rules, and to put it bluntly, he wanted him to give some benefits, so he would go in and report.

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But I'm not going to give you such a roar and leave!

When the right-handed soldier saw him standing still, he neither turned around and left, nor did he speak, but simply ignored him as if he were nothing, and could not help but roar angrily and shouted: "Where did you come from to trespass on the marshal's mansion! If you don't teach you a good lesson, you won't know how to write the word rules!"

This man really practiced himself, and after a loud roar, he raised his right hand and was about to draw his sword out of its sheath.

Ling Ye was already prepared, and when he saw the movement of his shoulder, he already knew that he wanted to draw the knife, so he immediately stretched out his right hand, grabbed his right wrist, and pressed down hard. The soldier's wrist was pressed, and the knife could not be pulled out, but was pressed against the scabbard and could not move.

The soldier struggled several times in a row, and could not pull out his sword, so his face turned red and white for a while, and he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Brothers, this kid is here to find fault!

There was a sound in the bar, and the rest of the soldiers drew their swords out of their sheaths and pounced on Ling Ye.

There was only one person in the middle of the night, and there was no way to hold down the hands of so many soldiers at the same time. He threw away the wrist of the soldier in his right hand, raised his leg and kicked him aside, turned around, and grabbed the wrist of one of the soldiers who was rushing at him and twisted it hard. The soldier screamed, his hand ached, he couldn't hold the machete, and the machete fell to the ground with a thud.

The rest of the soldiers were still pounced. Seeing that they were all holding knives in their hands and could not touch them, Ling Ye lowered his body, rushed to them, reached out and tore the scabbard on the waist of one person, and with a wave of his hand, knocked a soldier to the ground. The man screamed, fell to the ground and clutched his sore spot and shouted, "His grandmother's!

After all, this is the Marshal's Mansion, and if you are forced to hit someone because of the situation, it is not necessary to hurt people, and you have to cause trouble.

Although a group of soldiers saw Ling Ye's bravery, they still rushed forward as if they were not afraid of death. Ling Ye held the scabbard in his hand, and shot as fast as lightning, and after a few clicks, the wrists of the five soldiers holding the knives were each struck. Although Ling Ye didn't want to hurt anyone, he also exerted some strength on the scabbard. The soldiers felt that their wrists were so painful that they couldn't hold the knives in their hands at all, and there was a loud bang, and all five machetes fell to the ground. One soldier was hit by his own machete in the instep of his own machete, and he screamed in pain, holding his own foot and rolling to the side.

In the blink of an eye, the knives in the hands of this group of soldiers were all knocked to the ground by Ling Ye, and the people were also beaten by Ling Ye, and the cries of pain came out from time to time. The original solemn Marshal's Mansion was noisy in front of it, and it was like a vegetable market.

A soldier who looked like a captain shouted angrily: "Zhang Lao Er, go and report, tell the inside to come out and clean up the boy!"

The soldier named Zhang Lao Er held his head and agreed, and he was about to rush to the door with an arrow step.

Ling Ye saw his figure, and a sneering smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "At this time, do you remember to report? and still want to ask for help? Hehe, now I don't want you to report!" With a wave of his right hand, he threw the scabbard in his hand towards the second child's leg.

The second child was holding his head and galloping, and his knee was smashed by the scabbard. There was also a bit of strength attached to the scabbard, and Zhang Lao Er was just an ordinary soldier, how could he resist it? He only screamed in pain, threw himself forward, fell to the ground, fell to the ground, gnawed mud, and bit his tongue, and couldn't speak for a while.

The chief was even more furious: "Good boy, you dare to beat the people of the Marshal's Mansion, you are doomed!"

Ling Ye didn't bother to pay attention to him, and walked straight towards him. Although Ling Ye was now empty-handed, and there were still a few soldiers around Nashi's body, it could be said that there were many people, but when they saw Ling Ye coming, they couldn't help but show fear, shouted, and fled one after another.

Ling Ye sneered and said, "I'm too lazy to entangle with you." I'm gone, but you didn't drive me away!"

He turned around and was about to go down the stairs, but he heard a person not far behind him say coldly: "Stop! Is the Marshal's Mansion a place where you can come and leave as you want?"