For a long time, many people will be amazed by the angle of the boy's knife, the ruthlessness between the fights, the calmness of life and death, and finally the speed that no one wants to face, the assassin who died in the flower cluster, before he died, even felt that the appeasement made the adults not have such a fast knife, such a terrifying trajectory.

Murder is the same as everything else, talent is one thing, diligence is another, the boy who has been running in the sun until the age of twelve, at the age of twelve held the hilt of the knife, a sense of familiarity from the blood welled up in his heart, like a close friend who had been absent for many years.

When he put one thing to the height of his life goal, he began to practice diligently, the horse bandits in the tail ditch, and the rangers in the dry wood grassland, they were all strong before they lost their heads.

"If you cut too much, you will naturally be faster, is this unusual?" Yun Zhao explained to the corpse many times in the grassland in the four years.

...

Yun Zhao looked at the four corpses that would soon become the fodder of the flowers on the side of the Feng Dao, and was very depressed, because one was missing, and the other knife with him was missing, the young man casually pulled out the wooden stick, and secretly vowed to quit the bad habit of throwing knives.

When he lifted the flowers and was about to return to the mountain road, he suddenly felt a hot heat in his chest, and he opened his neckline to see that the peiyu he had carried since childhood was like a red soldering iron, emitting a thick blood mist visible to the naked eye, and at the same time, a warm air flow came out from his waist and abdomen, reaching his chest, like a line of liquor entering his throat and flowing backwards.

However, soon, the blood mist re-entered Peiyu, and the airflow diffused into the chest cavity, and it was no longer felt. Yun Zhao looked at the punctured blood on his left shoulder and the little blood stains on Peiyu, was silent for a moment, and continued to walk.

...

When he stepped on the Fengyi Road again, the battle was already nearing the end, except for the corpses and the occasional sound of weapons colliding, one person spoke very loudly and very quickly, just like Chengping's old storyteller.

"I'll hammer me hammer I'll hammer, I like to hide, right, I'll make you like to hide, come on, come on, hide again!"

"Block, block, block, I said you're blocking you! Will you fight?"

A young man with a double hammer, naked and bare with his high raised tendons, the waistband of his trousers tied extremely high, and the red ribbon tied on his forehead dragged to the ground, was chasing the still living soldier and shouting while hammering.

Yun Zhao saw it through on the side, the young man's hammer was extremely majestic but hollow, and the hammer was small and delicate but extremely heavy, whenever the young man shouted, it was a sledgehammer shot, the enemy was angry and fought hard, and the hollow sledgehammer retreated with a touch.

When the full force fell into the air, and the enemy was churning with blood and blood, the small hammer touched it lightly, and it was either dead or wounded. Yun Zhao narrowed his eyes, as if he had received a lot of inspiration, and secretly gave the young man a few thumbs up.

There is another person on the mountain road, who seems to have done what he should do, is quietly gathering the falling flowers on the road to one place, and finally sits on it with a satisfied face, looking very much like the favorite lotus pu of the priest in the northern divine court, wearing a white robe, or white from beginning to end, even the sword spike of the sword is white.

Whenever the young man with the double hammer roared out of the sledgehammer yin man, the extremely handsome face of the young man in white would show a little disgust, and the rest would be filled with disdain.

Mu Lu died, this time when he dug him out of the pile of dead people, he didn't even have his left hand, Yun Zhao didn't feel anything, but felt that if he was still alive, he might be a little discouraged, after such a majestic conversation, he was really sorry for his military feelings full of generosity.

Sometimes the Tang people are really a species that is hard to imagine, and Yun Zhao suddenly has some sympathetic people from other countries, maybe they have such neighbors, and it is quite painful to live.

Xi Che's face finally lost the last few traces of blood, and completely turned into a blank piece of paper, Yun Zhao felt that before Xi Che died, he should have wanted to tell himself to be cautious in making friends.

The few crossbowmen who were still alive also wiped their necks on the spot after inspecting the pitch-black carriage and finding that it was already full of rot.

Yun Zhao looked at this loyal martyr of the empire, this scene was generous and heroic, and suddenly felt a little funny, and then he remembered Dong Sihe's foolish donkey, and then he was very envious of them, living so purely, even dying so chic.

...

Li Hongtang didn't open the door or make a sound from beginning to end, and when Yun Zhao hesitated to go in and ask for instructions, the door opened, and he was greeted by a pretty face as cold as frost, and at the same time, the pitch-black carriage burst open from the bottom.

Nanzhen Fusi Eagle Falcon, this simple title, means that he is the most terrifying group of killers in the Tang Dynasty, when he crashed the carriage with the bed crossbow of the Mu Tuo clan on the grassland that night, he hid in the smoke and dust and hid in the dark carriage, after killing the black-robed old man, he couldn't confirm whether the cultivator of the Emperor Sixth Academy in the spy could still urge the flying sword, so he began to accumulate strength.

He didn't eat or drink, he smelled the disgusting smell of rotting corpses, the weaker he was, the stronger he was when he broke out of his sword, and when he was sure that no one could stop him, he drew his sword.

The foreshadowing hidden in the story at the end not only represents the meticulous layout and waiting for the opportunity, the thin body and the petals that rise with the momentum, but more often it symbolizes the disregard for life, the corpses all over the ground are the story, and his sword is the final chapter.

The two young men were too far away, Yun Zhao had no sword, the sword was not happy, but he felt that his face had been cut by the sword momentum, and when he understood that this sword was enough to penetrate him and Li Hongtang behind him, Yun Zhao saw the most wonderful scene in his life.

A sturdy figure crawled out from under Xi Che's carriage, which happened to be next to Li Hongtang's carriage, and happened to see the scene in front of him, and hesitated for a moment, Chu Bafang turned sideways and crashed into the Nanzhen Fusi Eagle Falcon who happened to volley to his side, and happened to make his sword deviate, and naturally it was empty.

...

"Your Highness, your life is really good. Huangfu Xuan sighed.

"Lord Huangfu, do all the people in Nansi have the same acting skills as you?" Li Hongtang looked coldly at this man who had been watching and keeping silent since the beginning of the battle.

Huangfu Xuan took his sword from the hand of the eagle falcon who died of exhaustion, and said indifferently: "Your Highness, you have a bad memory, the lower official is from the North Division." ”

Li Hongtang sat back in the carriage, and Huangfu Xuan rode on the horse.

...

A fire was lit next to the carriage, and the petals were picked up from the side of Fengyi Road and thrown into the fire to make a fire, and then began to throw corpses inside, without taking off the armor or black cloth, they were all Tang people, so this battle was destined not to appear in history.

All the deaths will be attributed to the Mutuo tribe who are rushing back to the grassland, and all the shock and anger will be put to rest with the Mutuo tribe being wiped out.

The blood scattered on the petals had dried up and blackened, and it looked extremely ugly, just like this battle.

"Hello, I'm Yuwentai. The young man with the double hammer said loudly.

"In Xia Qianqin. Dressed in white, he arched his hand.

There was a loud noise, and a slick head poked out from the flowers on the side of the road, and a bald boy in a green shirt walked out, touched his head, and said with a red face and confusion: "Ah, this... This is coming out, just call me north and south. ”

Then he pointed to a small monkey on his shoulder and introduced: "This is a wooden fish, we rushed from the military town." ”

The little monkey learned to touch his head with his little bald head, and looked at Yun Zhao in a daze.

"Squeak?"

...

I don't know if the young people came too fast, or the people and horses of Huben Military Town came too slowly, and when the fire had been extinguished and the green smoke was rising, the sound of horses' hooves came from the distance of Fengyi Road.

Chu Bafang peeled the peanuts and threw them into his mouth.

Qianqin glanced regretfully at the flowers that had finally gathered together.

Yuwentai ran around chasing the wooden fish, with a red face from north to south, anxiously chasing after him to persuade.

Yun Zhao patted the iron pillar that ran back from nowhere, since Chu Bafang wanted to point its tail in the camp to hit Mu Tuoren, this guy now turned his head and ran when he heard the fire, and no one could stop him.

Looking at the still closed carriage, the Tang Army Banner that was already faintly visible slowly approached them, Yun Zhao rubbed his hands, stepped forward and opened the compartment door, wanting to tell her that the horse pulling the carriage had been out of breath for a long time.

Li Hongtang looked up at him, biting his red lips lightly, his face full of tears.

Yun Zhao realized that he was just annoyed listening to her, and he was not annoyed at all when he looked at her.