When you really step on the narrow mountain road covered with brocade petals on Fengyi Road, this road is like a brocade belt fluttering on a Jiangnan woman's satin long skirt, which is different from the rough and heroic of the rest of the eastern mountain roads, and it is more and more gentle as jade, and the corresponding convoy is also moving faster, and the sound of horses' hooves seems to have become crisp.

Only Yun Zhao's mood was not very happy, it seemed that the young man was troubled, and he couldn't tell that as he got closer and closer to the military town, a smell of loss lingered in his heart, and the tension and urgency that should have been wrapped in the word cultivation were washed away a lot.

No one noticed the slight unhappiness of the young man, for those who had just survived a slaughter that covered the sky, it was the greatest relief to breathe the air alive and go home, when the herd struggled to climb a steep slope, and saw the banner of the Right Guards waiting for the army not far away, his face really showed a relieved look, fortunately not dishonored.

When the good news spread throughout the team, everyone was smiling faintly. Stopping his horse sideways and landing beside Yun Zhao, looking at the young man on the horseback with a thoughtful look, he smiled and asked, "This should be my last errand to lead the troops, do you want to go to Chang'an with me to see and see?"

The latter just came back to his senses and said in surprise: "Arrived in Chang'an?"

"Hahaha, the knife makes it sharp, and people should be confused. A hearty laugh startled a forest bird.

...

Mu Lu looked at the young knight who was standing in front of the formation with his head bowed in front of him, hugged his fists, and said loudly: "In Xiazhen Northern Army Mu Lu, dare to ask Your Excellency is General Cheng Mo of the Right Military Guard?"

The young knight did not move, as if he had not heard. Chu Bafang, who was hanging at the back of the team, squinted his eyes when he saw this and stopped his horse.

Mu Lu looked at the decoration of the people and horses in front of him strangely, all the right guards were lightly armored, and they wore rings and swords on their waists, it was the people and horses of the right guards, yes, and he was about to ask again, the young knight in front of him waved his hand to stop his voice, and he slowly covered his armor and said indifferently: "General Cheng Mo is here." ”

After speaking, he picked up a cloth bag from the side of the horse and threw it to the front of the convoy, Mu Luo looked down at the bloodstained head that rolled out of the cloth bag, and said with a slight mockery: "It turns out that this is General Cheng Mo, I have been waiting for a long time." He then tightened his grip on the reins, his eyes fixed on the opposite team.

"Pastoral commander, this is already the case, why bother to fight with each other and create senseless killings, let His Royal Highness the county lord hand over the things, you can live, the small ones are easy to deal with, the best of both worlds, isn't this the reason?"

"The young beast is prepared for the Holy Longevity...", the young knight interrupted impatiently, and looked sideways at the carriage, "Your Highness, to hand over or not to pay?"

There was no sound in the carriage, as if no one was inside.

Mu Lu looked back and forth expressionlessly, seemed to understand something, and fell silent.

The young knight lightly clamped the horse's belly, took a few steps forward, and sneered: "Commander Shepherd, understand, right? It's not this way to sell your life, you have lost an arm and are still in the dark, young wolf? hahaha... Hurry up and get out of the way, we won't hurt Your Highness, take the things and leave. ”

There was silence on the Fengqi Road, only a few petals swirling on the mountain road with the wind, and the shepherd seemed to be waiting for something, and there was no sound in the carriage.

So he nodded and turned his head to look at Yun Zhao.

Yun Zhao understood what it meant, and immediately turned the horse's head, he could face the Mu Tuo people and bathe in blood, but this was no longer a battle that belonged to him, there was no war between the Tang people and the Tang people, only the ugly and sour power struggle, and the shepherd was disgusted and tired, but Prince Zongzheng was kind to him, he could die generously, Yun Zhao had no obligation, that's all.

When the young man turned the horse and saw that the soldiers in the convoy had no smile on their faces and looked straight ahead with indifference, the young man's hand holding the reins stiffened, and he glanced around, and found that there was no trace of Chu Bafang for a long time, shook his head and scolded with a smile: "I am really convinced after eating for more than a few decades, Jiang is still old and spicy!"

After saying that, he turned over and dismounted, drew his knife, walked to the side of the cargo box, took out a long spear, and checked it.

Seeing this, Mu Lu smiled happily, patted the horse's back and nodded, the young knight thought that he had compromised, and said in a strange manner: "The one who knows the times is Junjie." ”

Her eyes widened and she shouted angrily, "Shit!"

Xi Che in the carriage leaned lazily on the silk cushion, spread his hands and sighed softly: "It's still this virtue." ”

In the Tang calendar, in the spring of the twenty-sixth year of Longwu, the prince of the fifth grade was the military herdsman, and he died in the battle of Fengyi Road from the fourth grade of the country's son supervisor.

...

Yun Zhao has always wondered why he can charge head-on and have to do some bells and whistles assassination.

The five first-class assassins of the Nanzhen Fusi Water Room were also very puzzled, why did a young soldier break in when he was clearly arranging a killing array for the two cultivators in the carriage...

When Yun Zhao planted himself into the thick flowers beside Feng Yi Road with his face on the ground, he just swore very angrily in his heart that he would never do the romantic posture of turning over and dismounting next time, and the master momentum that had just been ignited completely extinguished a mouthful of flower mud.

Immediately after that, before he could recover from the horse's hooves, there were a few sounds from behind, and Yun Zhao was very familiar with a knife, stabbing high in the air, cutting the branches, and the sonorous sound overshadowed the sound of fighting on the mountain road.

The sharp, chilling crossbow bolt shattered directly into the air. Before the flower branches could be cut down together, the three straight sheath short knives with the momentum of the sky broke through the air and attacked from the birch overhead.

I only heard a buzzing sound, not the sound of weapons clashing against each other, it was the sound of Yun Zhao turning back the blade and cutting the air, his knife was so fast, so fast that he had just cut off the crossbow arrow, and the next moment it stabbed into the chest of the assassin who had just landed.

Only a look of disbelief flashed in the assassin's eyes for a moment, and the next moment was replaced by an even more ruthless madness, he was an assassin of the first rank of Nanzhen Fusi, and the dark identity he represented did not only exist in superb concealment methods and insidious assassination skills, today he taught Yun Zhao a lesson.

The blade was castrated, nailing one of the assassins to the birch trunk behind him, and the next moment, the assassin who had been pierced through the waist and abdomen grabbed Yun Zhao's hilt, imprisoned the knife with his body, and pierced the knife deeper into the trunk.

The knife in his right hand was thrown to himself, and the knife in his left hand was nailed to death, Yun Zhao had no knife in a fight for the first time since he held the knife, just like he was not used to it now with bare hands and not wrapped in a white bandage.

The white bandage was originally to prevent sweat and slip, but later it evolved into a habit, or Yun Zhao felt that the bandage was very manly, so he insisted on it, but not getting used to it does not mean that he would not kill.

With the spear taken out of the cargo box, the tips of the two other assassins who fell from the sky were slammed into the air, and the head and tail ends of the spear were instantly cut off, and the spear was instantly dissolved in the lush flowers, and the spear turned into a slightly shorter wooden stick.

The failure of the first wave of kills meant that the second wave was coming faster, and the two assassins who had been knocked off the tip of the knife did not even wait to regain the stability of the blade, but directly raised their hands and aimed at the young man, and struck the crossbow fixed to the wrist of the sleeve. At the same time, two sharper breaths behind him represented two long swords.

Yun Zhao let go of the hilt of the knife, and his leg suddenly exerted force, stepping on the hilt of the knife nailed to the trunk of the tree, swept into the air to dodge the hidden arrow, and fell back and bent his knees and smashed into the head of one of the figures behind him.

The angle was slightly off, but it was harmless, and with a click, the knee slammed straight into the sternum, and the leg arched around its neck, and it rolled upside down and fell to the ground, bringing with it a high head and blood spots sprinkled with flower bones.

The headless body that had not yet fallen still rushed forward with its long sword, and Yun Zhao grabbed its lower ribs and slammed into the other assassin beside him, and with the sound of the sword tip breaking through the body, the two assassins hugged each other and crashed together, and also fell into the flowers.

When the third wave arrived, two straight knives stabbed at Yun Zhao with a momentum that he didn't know whether it was a desperate blow or a desperate blow, and he shoveled on the spot, sliding towards the previous trunk on the cascading fallen flowers while sinking his waist to dodge.

At the same time, Yun Zhao's battered boots finally shattered into silk as expected, drifting away in the wind, making the boy feel like he was stepping on the clouds.

The stream in the deep forest meanders, but the blood always runs out, and the assassin holding the blade is really dead, so it is not so troublesome to draw the knife.

Sting!

Pulling out the trunk of the tree was also pulling out the heavy blade of the Assassin's waist and abdomen, and it was thrown at an Assassin, the second time the knife was thrown, more skillful than the first, and more terrifying than the first.

With a series of scalp-tingling sonic booms, the Assassin vanished with a knife.

The blade of the last assassin finally pierced Yun Zhao's shoulder, but it only stopped after only half an inch, blood continued to gush out of his mouth and nose, he slowly looked down at the barrel of the gun on his chest, no, it should be a wooden stick, and closed his eyes.

Yun Zhao pinched the blade of the knife with two fingers, pulled it out and discarded it, and smiled to himself: "Who said that you can't stab a dead person without a gun?"

...

Among the flowers, beside the stream.

"Hey, how could his knife be so fast?"

"Squeak, squeak, squeak. ”

"No, no, it's too heavy. ”

"Squeak?"