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Night fell, south of Zhuxian Town. Near the riverbank, local yamen runners gathered, the firelight revealing a bloody color flowing down from upstream, followed by corpses. Search: \(¨Complete¨ Book¨ God¨ Station¨) to read high-quality literature for free.

Not far from the road, scattered residents and passersby looked on, mostly thrown into a panic by the scene.

At this point, few knew what had happened to the north. Only in the evening had someone seen a blood-soaked figure riding past on horseback. The yamen runners from the nearby small town arrived, and were horrified by the sight in the water.

This was the capital's key area. The only time they had seen such a scene was not too long ago. Last autumn, when the Jurchens came, the river was also red with blood, but the Jurchens had only left recently... Could they be back?

For a time, the area was in a small uproar.

...

On the horizon, the last embers of sunset had faded. The wilderness was filled with the stench of blood.

In the darkness, occasional groans could be heard. Chen Jianyu groggily propped himself up from the ground, his hand covered in a sticky substance - something that had flowed out of the nearby corpses - he didn't know what part of the innards.

Intense pain shot through his head. He trembled, "Heh, heh..." It wasn't laughter, but suppressed sobs.

Corpses were strewn everywhere.

Even seasoned heroes of the *lülin* world, accustomed to killing, may not have seen such a scene. He had heard about similar things: when the Jurchens came, the battlefield was a true slaughterhouse. He had built a name for himself in the *lülin*, experienced killing formations, and seen his share of dead people, but he had never seen anything like this. When he heard about the battlefield scenes when fighting the Jurchens, he couldn't imagine what it was like, but now he could roughly guess.

*Lülin* people had their own ways of navigating the *jianghu*. Serving the emperor was one way, avoiding officialdom was another. No matter how powerful an individual was, they couldn't stand against an army. This was common knowledge, but the understanding that one couldn't stand against an army was completely different from the feeling of actually facing one.

When he saw the pale-faced man on the hill, Chen Jianyu had even thought about finding an excuse to challenge him. The grand monk was known as the best under Heaven and probably had superior martial arts, but he had never been afraid of anyone since his debut. To take the narrow path, to become famous, one had to fight fiercely, moreover the other party had status and probably wouldn't do anything to him.

Then thousands of riders burst forth, their force like a giant wave.

Even the best under Heaven could only flee through the crowd. The rest were swept up in the wave of slaughter. For a moment, the night wind felt thick in the air! People were constantly being swept into the fray, screams echoed in the twilight. Some, seeing no escape, turned to fight, but were cut down and trampled under the hooves of the charging horses before they could even finish their words. And in the distance, there were even groups who had rushed over after seeing the signal flares, watching in stunned silence for a moment before joining the fleeing crowd.

He had been knocked down by a charging horse, then trampled unconscious. The cavalry only stepped on him twice, the injuries were all on his left thigh. Now the thigh bone was broken, the flesh was a bloody mess. He understood that he was crippled. He cried, struggling to straighten his leg. In the distance, he could faintly hear cries.

Those who came were all *jianghu* heroes. *Jianghu* heroes didn't shed tears easily, and unless the pain, grief, and helplessness were extreme, you wouldn't hear such sounds.

They had long anticipated all sorts of accidents in *jianghu* killings, and even in arena duels, and they were generally mentally prepared for anything that might happen. But today, they were truly caught up in something. In such a *jianghu* showdown, superficially, they were just bystanders. More deeply, everyone wanted to be famous, but they didn't even have time to do anything. If the Great Brightness Sect leader brought his followers up and the other side blocked them, even if the two sides had a big fight, then so be it. At most, they would be affected, and they would then attack the other side.

But nothing happened, so many people, and no way out.

Perhaps this was the case for the Great Brightness Sect leader as well, this was really not a game for their level. The best under Heaven could only run away at the first moment when faced with such an array. Recalling the pale-faced young man, and recalling the provocations that had come to his door a few days earlier, Chen Jianyu felt a lot of remorse in his heart. But he didn't understand, it was just such a thing, their coming to the capital was just to seek fame and status, even if they had offended someone temporarily, why should there be such an end...

A flash of light. Not far away, the person who had cried and got up waved and opened a fire starter. The light gradually brightened, illuminating the blood-stained face, and dimly illuminating a small circle around him. Chen Jianyu watched the light and wanted to speak, but heard a *poof* sound, and an arrow had pierced the chest of the person in the circle of light. The person fell. The fire starter fell to the ground, flickering a few times before finally going out.

In the distance, the silhouette of a horse moved silently a few steps. The ranger named Yuwen Feidu watched the light go out, then reached behind his back and drew out another arrow, placing it on the bowstring.

In the darkness, shadowy figures were still quietly waiting, preparing to shoot any survivors or those who came to collect the bodies.

To the north, the main force of the cavalry had long since departed, returning to the military camp. A team of people dragged a simple cart, passing through Zhuxian Town. Ning Yi walked in the crowd. There was an old man's body on the cart.

The stars in the sky were dim. Looking around, the land around was Bianliang. Several chief constables hurriedly returned to Bianliang City, but there was still a team following them. These didn't matter anymore.

In the surrounding fields and hills, shadowy figures lay hidden, looking from afar, or running along for a while, before disappearing back into the darkness.

Bianliang City. All kinds of news spread, and the atmosphere throughout the upper echelons had become tense, like a storm was brewing, about to erupt.

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In his mansion, Tong Guan had rarely lost his temper twice. When the servant ran in, he was prepared for him to lose his temper a third time, but such a scene did not appear.

"...Qin... Qin Siyuan has... already died."

Even the servant, who was from the army, took some effort to finish saying this sentence. Tong Guan held a pair of iron balls in his hand, stopping their rotation, and blinking his eyes. He could obviously foresee this, but after the matter was certain, he was stunned for a moment.

Then he exhaled, his voice not loud: "Dead? Killed by that Lin Zongwu?"

"Reporting, Your Lordship, no. He and his one wife and one concubine committed suicide by taking poison."

"Suicide." Tong Guan repeated, and after a while, he said, "Then what about his son, Qin Shaoqian?"

The servant answered the question. Hearing the answer, Tong Guan slowly nodded. He went to the side and sat down in the chair, "Old Qin, this person is really... always flourishing, but in the end... followed suit, without any resistance..."

But he also knew in his heart that this was because Qin Siyuan had blocked his own retreat in a series of extreme actions. Just as he was about to sigh a few words, someone else came in in a hurry.

"Report! General Han Jing has entered the city!"

"Oh, he's entered the city, what about his soldiers?"

"It is said that they are on the way back to the military camp."

Tong Guan pursed his lips slightly and frowned: "...He dares to return to the city." Afterwards, he sighed slightly, his expression even more complicated.

"General Han went directly to the palace, it is said that he personally went to plead guilty to the Emperor."

"Understood." Tong Guan put down the two iron balls in his hand, stood up, and spoke as if he was talking to himself, "He's back... really... Does the Emperor not dare to kill him..."

After hearing the news of the departure of the Lüliang rebels, Tong Guan's reaction was the most furious. He was indeed a military general, and he often lost his temper in these years of commanding troops, but some anger was fake, this time it was real. But after hearing that the cavalry had returned, his tone was obviously a bit complicated. At this time, Tan Zhen, Li Bingwen and others had all entered the palace, and he was no longer in charge of the army in name. After a moment, he went straight out to walk in the garden, with a complex expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the imperial palace, Zhou Zhe raised his eyes from behind the desk, looking at Han Jing kneeling below.

"Do you think I don't dare to kill you?"

"This official knows that I am guilty and must die, please, Your Majesty, punish me and grant me death."

Zhou Zhe frowned and stood up. He had just strode in from outside the hall, sat down behind the desk and buried himself in processing a memorial before starting to speak. At this time, he came out from behind the desk again, pointing his finger at Han Jing, his eyes full of anger, his fingers trembling, and his mouth opened a couple of times.

He didn't expect the other party not to offer a single word of defense. To kill, or not to kill, that was the question.

"You." His tone softened, "Tell me the whole story clearly!"

"This official knows that I am guilty, and has let down Your Majesty. This matter concerns military law, Han Jing is unwilling to be a cunning and evasive person, but this matter only concerns Han Jing alone. May Your Majesty, in consideration of the meritorious service of the Lüliang cavalry in protecting the city, only grant death to Han Jing alone!"

"You're quite straightforward!" Zhou Zhe then roared, "Protecting the city with merit, are you using merit to threaten me? - Speak! Whether or not to kill you is my business, I want to know what happened now!"

Han Jing knelt below, silent for a long time: "We Lüliang people left the camp this time, only to kill for personal revenge."

"Good, a capital crime!" Zhou Zhe said.

"We were to kill the Great Brightness Sect leader, Lin Zongwu."

"Humph." Zhou Zhe snorted lightly, "I've heard of this person. What kind of grudge do you have with him that you had to all kill him!?"

Han Jing was silent again, and after a moment, he opened his mouth: "Does Your Majesty know what kind of life we ​​Lüliang people used to live?"

"...Deep in the mountains, the land is barren, and not much of what we planted could be harvested. We were near Yanmen Pass, right on the border, and the Liao people came to plunder every year, and people died when they came, not only people died, but the grain that was not enough to eat had to be taken away. From childhood to adulthood, I have always seen people around me freeze to death, starve to death, and be killed. Your Majesty, Han Jing has done all kinds of evil in his life, in the past few decades. I have killed people, and when I was hungry, I have eaten people. The people of Lüliang Mountain are not only killed by outsiders, but the people inside also have to kill each other, just because there is only that little grain, and people will not die, where can we raise people alive. Outside, they say, 'Happy, happy on the Fen River bank, bustling and hustling in southeastern Jin, crying and weeping in Lüliang Mountain, death is no more than Yanmen Pass.' Your Majesty, my mother starved to death, when people are about to starve to death, they actually can't even cry..."

"Alright." Hearing these words slowly spoken by Han Jing, he frowned and waved his hand, "What do these have to do with your unauthorized departure from camp to seek revenge!"

Han Jing paused: "Lüliang Mountain only slowly became better after there was a leader, the leader she was a weak woman, in order to keep the people alive, she ran around, persuading us to unite and do business with the surrounding area, and eventually revitalized a village. Your Majesty, speaking of it, it's just this little thing, but the hardships and difficulties, only we know, the difficulties experienced by the leader, are not only life and death. Han Jing does not hide from Your Majesty, when times were at their most difficult, the village also did illegal things, we did business with the Liao people, transporting some ceramics and calligraphy to sell, just for some grain..."

"I'm afraid you also transported ironware." Zhou Zhe said.

"There is not much ironware in the mountains, in order to defend ourselves, we kept all that we could, this is the foundation of our survival, without it, we cannot survive even with grain. Moreover, what we hate most are the Liao people, every year they plunder, countless companions die at the hands of the Liao people, the leader's master, also died for assassinating a Liao general. It was also because of this, that later Your Majesty presided over the conquest of Liao, and everyone in the village applauded, and we could be incorporated, we had a military system, and it was also for the convenience of buying grain from the outside world. But we never forget these things, later when we heard that the Jurchens went south, with the support of the elders in the village, we also went south together."

"...It hasn't been easy for you either." Zhou Zhe nodded and said a sentence.

"It's not easy to live in remote mountains and fields. Everyone in Qingmu Village remembers the leader's kindness in their hearts. Although she is a woman, for us, it is no exaggeration to say that she gave birth to my parents and raised my parents. Two years earlier, that Lin Zongwu came to the mountains and said he wanted to do business with us, we naturally welcomed him, but later he wanted to seize the power of my Lüliang Mountain, relying on his high martial arts, he wanted to compete with the leader. In fact, we live in the mountains and fields, fighting on the battlefield, using swords to survive, is just a common thing, if we lose our lives, it is only fate. However, now that life is better, how can we let the leader go to fight for our lives again."

Zhou Zhe said: "It's good that you think this way. What happened later?"

"We tried to dissuade her, but in order to make things easier to discuss, and so that everyone would not be too forced, the leader decided to take action." Han Jing knelt there, took a deep breath, "That monk used despicable means, causing the leader to be injured and vomit blood, and then left. Your Majesty, this matter is a great humiliation for Qingmu Village, so today he appeared, and we had to kill him. But this official knows that it is a great crime for the army to leave the camp without authorization, this official does not regret going to kill that monk, only regrets letting down Your Majesty, please punish me."

The imperial study fell silent. Zhou Zhe stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes flashed with thoughts, and he was silent for a moment, then he turned his head and looked at Han Jing.

Suddenly asked: "These words... were taught to you by that Ning Yi, Ning Liheng?"

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