In the eyes of that imperial historian, there was nothing wrong with him accusing the Taoist in front of him of not wearing a pearl in terms of etiquette.

It is the true person of the Han Dynasty of Longhu Mountain, and when he saw His Majesty in the past, he also had all the supplements for the Chaozhu, and he would never dare to go to the palace in Taoist attire.

And this young Taoist in front of him, wearing a yellow bamboo crown and a round-necked Taoist robe, dared to go on a pilgrimage to meet him?

Report this mistake, don't say that there is a meritorious person who reported the thief, or the relatives who have accompanied him for generations, and the holy family is gone!

There are also some yamen priests from all over the place, watching this live drama from a distance, although everyone doesn't even have an umbrella and lantern, but at this moment they are all smiling gracefully, and their fingers are slightly twisting the pearls. I can't help but feel a little more proud in my heart, as if the string of frit beads hanging around my neck carries the dignity of the Qing Dynasty and the honor of the government!

However, what he didn't expect was that Wei Ye just chuckled lightly and asked, "Chaozhu? What is that? Wei is not a monk monk, and he can use a number of beads to hang on his neck? Is it my lords, if you really take a string of beads to show off your style, shouldn't the back half of your head also be shaved clean?"

I never thought that I would get such an answer, but the imperial history was stunned-

Why did this little Taoist official dare to roar about the imperial history? This is still not the capital of the Qing Dynasty and the first good area at the foot of the Son of Heaven?

Just when he was stunned, a red line had already floated on the neck of this imperial history.

At this moment, it is not yet dawn, and the Xihua Gate is full of officials carrying lanterns to the court, whether it is the chief officer carrying the glass wind lantern, or the poor official carrying the paper lantern, no one can see the imperial history of Wei Ye clearly, why did he suddenly stop speaking and stand still?

No one even thought in the truest direction - in the early days, outside the Xihua Gate, the court officials were killed, what kind of joke is this?

However, those who were closest to Wei Ye heard the man holding his hands and walking forward slowly, and said in his mouth: "The moon shines on the cold water Danquan sand, and the street lights of the palace leak at night are like flowers." He once learned the dragon slaying technique and tried to kill horses in front of the palace. A string of beads left hatred blood, and the three-eyed emerald feathers broke wolf teeth. Reading history has been recorded in the matter, and Skull City is under the tomb ......"

It wasn't until this moment that there was a Taoist official close to Wei Ye, listening to the ominous and ironic rhyme in the poem, that someone realized that something was wrong and walked towards the imperial history.

Maybe it was the steps that shook the ground, or maybe the night wind was a little strong at the beginning of autumn, and the imperial history who had been standing stiffly, with his head attached to his head, suddenly tilted towards his shoulders and rolled down!

After a long time, the Taoist official, who was familiar with this imperial history, stepped forward cautiously and asked boldly, "...... Beginning...... Brother Ni Nian, you ...... Are you feeling better?"

This is really nonsense, Ni Yushi's head has fallen off, no matter how he shouts affectionately, what movement can he answer him?

The long entourage on the side was also frightened, and comforted his master and said, "There is no bleeding in Old Man Ni's cavity...... Just the head...... Head...... The head is down......"

In the end, the official was more flexible, and finally screamed: "Kill, kill! Rebellion and kill!!

Its voice is frightened, like the night cry of a bird, echoing inside and outside the Xihua Gate, listening to people's ears, it is indescribable panic and panic.

Around the big iron plate of "civil officials get off the sedan chair and military attaches get off the horse", the guards of the forbidden army on duty were finally still sober, pulled out their waist knives, and rushed over with a roar!

Wei Ye walked slowly, not looking at the group of guards, still holding his hands, like a folklorist visiting a historic site, staring intently at the city platform decorated with yellow glazed tiles and white marble carved balustrades.

After stepping forward a few steps, Wei Ye's body was already covered with the guards of the forbidden army who rushed to hear the sound, and the guards led by him were wearing third-class shrimp uniforms, and shouted: "Take down the prisoner!" and then rushed to Wei Ye first.

However, the moment he stepped within three feet of Wei Ye's body, his body suddenly stopped, maintaining his original movements, and turned into a sculpture entitled "Attack".

Not only him, but even the guards of the forbidden army who rushed forward in response to his greeting also stood in place one by one, their movements and expressions frozen at the moment of rushing forward, allowing Wei Ye to slowly walk past them.

The courtiers, who were still close to them, couldn't help but be anxious and shouted: "Take the thief, take the thief! What are you still stunned about, take the thief!"

In the midst of this panicked scream, a red line appeared on the neck of the third-class guard who was the first to approach Wei Ye, and then, between his chest and abdomen, waist and legs, more lines appeared. In the blink of an eye, a big living person who was still alive and kicking a moment ago turned into a pile of bits and pieces.

Those who have studied hard for decades and still have good eyesight, at this moment, they only want to poke a pair of pupils blind, and under the reflection of the lights in front of Xihua Gate, they can vaguely see that the incisions between the dead guards' broken corpses have long been scorched.

It's more like the famous roast duck in the southern furnace in the capital, bubbling with the aroma of fat.

Smelling the smell of grease on that person, many people vomited like this, and what's more, the official clothes woven by Jiangning suddenly became a little wet and coaxy.

The poor Beijing officials with frit and white glass tops are all characters who are not qualified to be kings and have not even mixed up with Xiao Jiuqing's shortcomings, but at this moment they are making a fuss and shouting, screaming like mourning: "What did you say, how did you say this! Come on, kill officials and rebel! There is such a frenzied rebel in the Qing Dynasty!"

There are also some people who are still more awake in their brains, and some of them are running wildly towards the Xihua Gate, and while they are running, they shout loudly: "Go down to the palace gate! Don't let this madman startle the holy driver! What are you doing in a daze, the head of the city, release the arrows!"

Some shrewd people, seeing that the momentum was not good, immediately took their henchmen and family members to run in the direction of Mao'er Hutong and Jiumen Admiral's Yamen in the north: "Go to the Jiumen Admiral's Office to transfer a large army to quell the chaos! I'm a disciple of Hezhongtang, they have to listen to us in this matter! It's too late, don't talk about them, even Hezhongtang has to eat melons!"

In this hectic situation, the guards on the Xihua Gate were also quick-eyed, and suddenly shouted: "Close the palace gate!"

Groups of guards suddenly poured out, and they were about to close the three gates of Xihua Gate tightly. On the tower of Xihua Gate, there are even more noble children who are practicing archery skills one by one, and they shoot down in one breath!

In this chaos, I could only hear the officials outside the Xihua Gate who were preparing to go to the court, screaming one by one, the rattan hats, the satin mendshanding, where could they withstand such a random shot, and in a blink of an eye, there were a large number of dead and wounded!

"Don't shoot!

"We are all officials of the imperial court, not thieves!"

Mourning was all over the wilderness, and some people shouted with their necks on their necks: "I'm waiting to come out, just to repay Jun's grace! Don't pay attention to us and others, everything is to resist thieves breaking into the palace! Shoot, shoot hard!"

Wei Ye squinted at a poor Beijing official with a white glass top who had already been hit by several arrows, and was arrogantly shouting "kill thieves", and couldn't help but snort slightly: "The rise and fall of a generation, the more prosperous the dynasty, the more stringent the legal network, the literary network, and the network of speech, the more stringent it becomes, and the walls are built on the walls, jaws, and text prisons. It is precisely because of this that even if dry food is not distributed, some people still boast of the heart of the court. If you say who loves the Great Qing Kingdom the most? These poor Beijing officials in the capital who rarely see oil flowers in their meals are a little stronger than the local governors who eat with their mouths full of oil. Respectable, lamentable!"

He expressed the sigh of prosperity and death here, and expressed the feelings of the past and the present, the guards in the Xihua Gate had already used their strength to eat milk, and closed the ticket door tightly, and the nine horizontal and nine vertical door nails flashed with ill intentions, and the shadow reflected a figure of a yellow-crowned uniform.

The poor Beijing official who had been trying his best to shout to kill the thief, at this moment, saw that the Xihua Gate was locked, he immediately laughed, endured the serious injury, pointed at Wei Ye with a halberd, and for a while raised his eyebrows and angry eyes, and scolded loudly: "Anti-thief! Even if you have profound martial arts, what can you do? The palace gate has been locked, and this whole wood-wrapped stainless steel gate, even if you have the means to reach the sky, you don't want to break it open! The five battalions of the Admiral of the Nine Gates will arrive in an instant, and he will be killed at this moment, long live the emperor's grace, and you can also spare the death penalty of your disciples!"

This obviously knows a thing or two about Wei Ye's identity and origin, maybe he is still from a yamen under the Ministry of Rites. Wei Ye didn't bother to pay attention to this person, he just made a move with his hand into the distance, and drank coldly: "The sword is coming!"

As soon as Wei Ye drank it, outside the front door, the peach daughter in Lu Yan's hand was clear, and it came out of the sheath!

The sword came out like a rainbow, and Lu Yan suddenly shouted: "Daohai Sect Yuan, under the order of the master of the sect - draw the sword and kill the thief!"

With a loud shout, Tao Qianjin came out of its sheath, and the blade of the sword entered the ground for a few minutes, and then drew a line of fire on the rammed stone-like street, and galloped towards the direction of Xihua Gate.

The line of fire burned towards the imperial city.

The blade of the sword slices through the things that stand in the way.

Whether it is a sedan chair with eight lifts or a horse with purple reins, as long as it is blocked on the road of this line of fire, it will all be divided into two!

Behind the line of fire, pillars of fire erupted from between the ground where the sword blade slashed, and the flames burned as they burned, but they turned into walls of fire, and in an instant, the front door, the only road leading to the inner city, was firmly locked!

This is the fire array of the five directions, and this is the game of the earth fire locking the dragon.

The protégé who came out of the Heshen Mansion didn't sit in the sedan chair at the moment, forcibly seized a horse, and was holding the horse's neck and running towards the Yamen of the Nine Gates Admiral in Mao'er Hutong.

However, at this moment, a sword shadow brought up a scorching fire, and it was rushing straight in the opposite direction to him!

Before he could see clearly what was coming in front of him, the man had already flown out of his horse, and his vision was divided into two different scenes in an instant, and the two bodies immediately fell heavily on the side of the road.

The ground left by the blade of the sword is like a shallow strait.

The left eye is on this side and the right eye is on that side.

......

.........

The sword comes.

The peach daughter comes.

Come with a sea of killing and fire along the way.

A red rainbow drew a circle on this land where too much blood and wealth had been deposited.

This is not a spring, and it is not the old man who draws the circle but the youth, and probably no one will praise this feast of blood and fire with a sweet singing voice.

Only Wei Ye, who was standing in front of the Xihua Gate, looked at the wooden sword that was inserted into the ground and kept moving forward, plowed a deep trench deep outside the Forbidden City, and stretched out his hand slightly.

The peach daughter fell into the palm of his hand, and the fairy warlock flicked the blade of the sword with one finger, and then slashed towards the heavy iron-clad gate!

The door slammed open.

The man slashed away.

The Ouchi guards behind the door, who didn't know what had happened, said goodbye to their heads and torsos, torsos and limbs. In the passage of Xihua Gate, a real road to death has been paved!

On this road to the Forbidden City, someone in a bamboo crown and a sword walked in slowly, as if he was not here to kill, but just wanted to enter this centuries-old palace complex and take a look at the scenery.

In front of Xihua Gate, those Beijing officials who were shot by random arrows for a while but did not die immediately only listened to the man with the sword chanting the unfinished poem:

“...... The jackal slaughtered Jiading three times, and the corpse floated in the Qiantang tide. The south village and the north village are empty, and the east city and west are as clean as sweeping. The black flag clouds are wet and hanging in the air, and the wind is long and the stars are short. This night came to Erjiazi, and the blood was everywhere with the spring breeze. No matter who goes, the Eight Banners march south is like a curl, and the hundred and two mountains and rivers are all empty. The captives hung the Zhu Banner and did not, and there was no tobacco wood red for thousands of miles. The comet and the flying light are all wronged, and the history only says that the unification is ......"

In the midst of the chanting, the figures had gone farther and farther away, and only a few poor Beijing officials were struggling to crawl towards the palace gate: "Protect the emperor......!

Just as he was crying, the poor Beijing official who was crawling in front suddenly took shape, but it was a guard who was lucky enough to avoid Wei Ye's life-threatening sword, and suddenly plunged his waist knife into the back of this poor Beijing official.

This guard had a yellow belt tied around his waist, and he was afraid that he was a descendant of a clan close to the capital, but at this moment, his eyes were red, and he plunged a steel knife in his hand into these Beijing officials who could not die for a while.

In the blink of an eye, the smell of blood finally appeared on this one-sided slaughter field for a long time, accompanied by a howl that was not pleasant to the ear and was like a monster:

"Kill you, kill you, kill you!"

"The Han people can't believe it, they can't be trusted! You are all anti-thieves! Really anti-thieves, my Qing Dynasty is from the Eight Banners, and we love the Xinjueluo family. You all deserve to die, you all deserve to die!"

The mournful cry of this voice was terrible, like a ghost crying. In the howl of the yellow-belted guards of the Aixin Jueluo family, who were already half-crazy, the sound of poetry, like mockery, like pity, came from afar:

“...... At this time, the blood of the loyal ministers on the sword has not dried up, and the Taoist has entered the ...... of Jinmen."