The royal line of ink, the folk ten thousand points of blood.

The winding mountain roads are full of refugees, who have to flee their hometowns, which are about to become "outlaws" in order to survive.

And walking opposite them are teams of gangsters in fresh clothes, angry horses, swords and swords. They want to go to places outside the law to fight for honor, status, and the lofty title of "martial saints". Although everyone knows that there is no one who survives in the end. But as long as the name hangs on the bamboo silk, what is the pity of this body?

The autumn wind ancient road, the wild goose breaks the male pass.

Liu Banxian rode on the thin donkey and couldn't help but cry in a daze. Li Yanyi pulled the reins: "Master, let's go." ”

Liu Banxian wiped the corners of his eyes: "Yes, I can't stop." Although the land outside the law is a foregone conclusion, it may not be without room for recovery. As long as the various sects are willing to settle in to maintain order and survive until the three-month period, everything can be restored to normal. Let's go, it's not too late this time!"

Li Yan and Zhi'er glanced at each other, but neither of them spoke. They knew that Master had been coughing up blood recently. When the old wound has not healed, a new wound is added, which is simply driving yourself to the Huangquan Road.

But Liu Banxian is such a person, his blood is always hot.

Time is a thing that likes to play tricks on people, and the more you want it to go faster, the more it refuses to move. However, when you want it to stop and rest, it sps away like a white horse.

Tomorrow will be the day when the extralegal land order will come into effect. Northwest, Huangzhou City.

The city is still singing and dancing, and it looks no different from the old days. The three streets and six markets are very lively, and the flow of people is bustling.

A piece of paper from the imperial court thousands of miles away seems to have completely affected the largest city in the northwest. Still, a careful person can see some clues at the city gates.

From a month ago, the garrisons of the city forbade the people to leave the city. It doesn't matter what your reason is, or whose paperwork you hold, the answer is only one sentence: You are allowed to enter, but you are not allowed to go out.

The merchants were so anxious that they drove hundreds of carts of mules to the gates of the city to protest, only to receive only a warning: if they did not disperse, they would rebel.

No one could afford this crime, so the merchants had to disperse and sell their goods at a low price. They were like mourners, and they were full of grumbling in the tavern. These words were listened to by some sensitive ears and firmly remembered in their hearts.

Other than that, it's business as usual.

The common people don't even know what the decree is, and when they open their eyes, they are still rushing to make a living.

At noon, a fire-worshipping monk dressed in a red robe came to the city gate. Although he believes in Rongjiao, his appearance is no different from that of the Central Plains. The soldiers defending the city looked up and down a few times and asked, "What are you doing?"

The fire worship monk bowed humbly: "The poor monk went to the Great Thanksgiving Temple to worship the Bodhisattva, and there is a document here." ”

The pawn took it and looked at it carefully. It is stamped with densely packed stamps of various shapes, apparently genuine.

He handed it back and said, "Now the King of Qin has an order: Huangzhou City is only allowed to enter but not to leave, you have to think clearly." ”

"The poor monk knows. ”

The soldier raised his hand: "Enter the city." ”

The fire-worshipping monk took a deep breath, looked left and right, and disappeared around the corner in a few moments.

The pawn suddenly summoned a scout: "Follow him." ”

The fire-worshipping monk sat in the teahouse for half a moment, drank a bowl of hot tea, and then went straight to the Thanksgiving Temple in the north of the city.

At the same time, a mysterious and low-key sedan chair set off from the Qin Palace, also in the direction of the Great Thanksgiving Temple. Sitting in the sedan chair is the current Qin Wang Siming. He was holding his forehead in thought.

In recent times, the situation has changed so quickly that he has been caught off guard.

The imperial court did not characterize him as a rebellion, but used a "land order outside the law" to put him in the army. However, although this move is powerful, it does not create an unsolvable situation. After a brief period of panic, Simaki immediately stood firm.

He drafted temporary laws to strengthen the control of the city of Huangzhou, activate the Qin army to maintain order, and strictly prohibit the outflow of people to maintain the vitality of the city.

Northwest people have a kind of hard-working stubbornness, as long as they are not messy, others will not want to touch him. Twenty years ago, didn't the 100,000 army of the White Tiger Fan also fall into the same trap?

There is a famous saying in the political struggle: there are no eternal enemies, no eternal friends, only eternal interests. I can't imagine that your mortal enemies back then would tacitly do things for each other today.

That's right, what Si Ming thinks about is the white tiger.

Before the mud bodhisattva left the palace of the king of Qin, he whispered in Si Ming's ear: The coming day is long, how about I help you become the emperor in the future?

It was this sentence that sparked Simi's ambitions. Emperor, the supreme of the world. Do you dare to dream of this? However, since he officially became the king of Qin, the throne seems to be getting closer and closer. Now that the opportunity is in front of us, how can you miss it in vain?

So he didn't send a single soldier, and he saw the white tiger enter Shu. White Tiger also tacitly retreated and did not take any action against Huangzhou City. If once the imperial court sends troops to suppress it, he will cooperate with the White Tiger Fanli and eliminate those soldiers who are afraid of death on the majestic Shu Road.

But the court came to this hand. Drive the tiger and devour the wolf, there are still masters above the temple!

However, Simaki is not a vulnerable person, and once he has gained a foothold, he is about to fight back.

Today, he went to the Great Thanksgiving Temple, nominally to offer incense to his stepmother Zhou, but in fact, it was to change the environment and stay away from the case to ponder some things.

At this time, the servant whispered: "Master, it's here." ”

Si Ming got off the sedan chair and came to the Daxiong Treasure Palace. Naturally, there was not a single pilgrim around—everyone was driven away. He lit a stick of incense, and just inserted it into the incense burner, he suddenly saw a figure flash behind the Buddha.

Si Ming was startled and shouted, "Who is it?" But before the words fell, two spies of the morning mist jumped down from the beams of the room, one left and one right, and pressed the shoulders of the comer.

I saw that the man was a fire worshipper. He said loudly: "When the old man visits, is this how King Qin treats his former friends?"

Si Ming was stunned for a moment, and the fire worshipping monk said again: "The fifteenth household on the east side of Que'er Street, do you still remember the mulberry tree in front of the door?"

"Let go of him. Si Ming looked at the monk's face carefully, and suddenly said, "You all withdraw, I want to be a friend." ”

The two spies clenched their fists and disappeared behind the Buddha.

Si Ming suddenly sighed: "Ergou, why did you become a monk?"

The monk hugged his shoulders and burst into tears of excitement: "Thank God, I finally found you!"