The sun was still hot, the afternoon nearing its end, and a hot wind was blowing across the fields. Searching: \(¨Complete¨ Book¨ God¨ Station¨) Enjoy free high-quality literature. Along the post road, Tie Tianying galloped, occasionally catching sight of similar figures speeding by. Crossing mountains and ridges, some were still gazing into the distance on the far slopes. After leaving the capital, and passing Zhuxian Town towards the southwest, the landscape became desolate, but a different kind of excitement was quietly brewing.

Because of the major event of assassinating Qin Siyuan, all sorts of figures had arrived.

Tie Tianying didn't believe that all the greenwoodsmen running around were lone wolves; more than half of them undoubtedly had their own purposes. This Right Chancellor had made too many enemies in the past—perhaps when he was in power, he had an equal number of friends and foes, but after his downfall, the friends disappeared, leaving only enemies.

The greenwoodsmen who came to kill him wanted to make a name for themselves; the forces behind them were either seeking revenge, or trying to destroy incriminating evidence, or keeping an eye on possible incriminating evidence to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands, or, while Qin Siyuan was on his way to his doom, trying to uncover his hidden power once and for all, lest he still had some tricks up his sleeve… All these reasons were possible.

However, regardless of the underlying reasons, the chief constables wouldn't want to see Qin Siyuan killed within the capital's jurisdiction. Even if the entire court secretly applauded his death, some people would still face punishment on the surface.

As he rode, several greenwoodsmen, relying on their good horses, overtook him one after another. As they passed the constables, those who recognized Tie Tianying even cupped their fists in greeting before excitedly heading south. Tie Tianying gritted his teeth, whipped his horse more frequently, and accelerated his pursuit, cursing inwardly as he watched the gradually receding figures, "Damn it, courting death…"

Ahead, he still hadn't caught up with Ning Yi and the others.

Further south, near a small post station by the post road, dozens of horses were circling, and several bloody corpses lay scattered around. Ning Yi reined in his horse to examine the bodies, while Chen Tuozi and other experienced Jianghu figures dismounted to investigate. Someone climbed onto the roof to survey the surroundings and then pointed in a certain direction.

The sunlight, no longer dazzling, spilled over…

In a patch of grass in the wilderness, people ran and fought, with blood dripping everywhere. The one-eyed general wielded his saber with both hands, slashing and hacking, his body covered in his own blood and the enemy's flesh, looking like a ferocious tiger released from its cage. Around him were six or seven men, led by his personal guard Xu Xiaohu, who had withstood the一路的刺杀, fleeing here after much difficulty.

The two escorting yamen runners had long been abandoned. The assassins' attack was a real life-or-death struggle, not the petty skirmishes of ordinary bandits. Qin Shaoqian fled all the way, trying to find Qin Siyuan ahead. More than a dozen assassins, from who-knew-where, were still chasing after him through the grass.

"Keep going!"

"Where do you think you're going—" A booming voice echoed from afar. In the eastern field of vision, a bald-headed monk was sprinting rapidly. Even before he arrived, the voice revealed his high level of cultivation. The figure broke through the sea of grass, like splitting waves, quickly closing the distance, while his followers were still far behind. Xu Xiaohu, who was from the martial arts world, recognized the opponent's strength at a glance and shouted, "Quick—"

The group also fled southwest. In the side front of the field of vision, another group of people appeared, approaching leisurely. The monk behind was running fast, arriving in an instant. He waved his hand, throwing aside an assassin blocking his path who didn't know whether to attack or not, and attacked the rear of Qin Shaoqian and the others.

The last personal guard roared, wielding his steel saber and slashing with all his might. This was a battlefield saber technique, disregarding life and death. The saber light slashed out, advancing relentlessly. However, the monk was indeed too powerful. Facing the attack head-on, he shattered the soldier's steel saber inch by inch. The soldier spat blood, his body and fragments of the long saber flying together in the air, while the monk directly pursued.

"Hahahaha!" He laughed loudly from behind, "This humble monk is Tunyun! I only want the lives of the treacherous chancellor's family! Sensible people, get out of my way—"

The distance closed!

Qin Shaoqian and the others, while fleeing, were also looking for his father's whereabouts. Since he knew the severity of the ambush, he understood that they might encounter enemies everywhere within a dozen miles. As they ran forward, they slightly changed direction when they saw the figures approaching from the side front. But that group of people, some on horseback and some on foot, closed in in the blink of an eye.

Qin Shaoqian gripped his saber with both hands and suddenly roared. In the blink of an eye, the figures intersected, and a woman's voice rang out in the air, "Hmm. Tunyun?" The monk also shouted, "Get out of the way!" The woman's figure flew through the air like a swallow, her twin sabers spinning silently, soaking through the air.

—Mandarin Duck Blades!

The woman landed in the grass, her twin saber techniques like flowing water, like whirlpools, even pressing out a circular area in the long grass. The Tunyun monk suddenly shifted direction, his huge iron sleeves flying out, but the opponent's saber light almost brushed past his sleeves. In this brief exchange, both sides made a move but didn't touch each other at all. Just as the Tunyun monk was about to search his memory for the identity of this young woman, a young man appeared from who-knew-when, walking towards him from the front. The young man's eyes were steady and calm, and he said:

"Hey."

A fist wind struck!

It was a simple fist, angled upwards from below, rushing towards his face, without the sound of wind breaking, but it seemed that the air had already been pressed onto the fist. The Tunyun monk was shocked and slammed his iron sleeves to block it.

Bang—

A huge force surged, with an extremely muffled sound. Tunyun borrowed the force to retreat, staggering two zhang away before stopping. At the same time, the assassins sent by who-knew-which family had already caught up, crouching low. Someone leaped out of the grass!

Ahead, the one-armed middle-aged man on horseback, wearing a bamboo hat, drew the long saber from behind his back, and the long saber drawn in the air, as red as blood. The middle-aged man drew the saber upwards and then slashed downwards like flowing water. The assassin who pounced at him seemed to be rushing towards the saber's edge, and with a puff, his body was cut in two, rolling in the grass, with a sky full of blood.

Several other people around also drew their sabers, with simple sounds of ding and dang. Only the woman wielding twin sabers moved like a circle, her saber moving like a painting, swishing and swishing, drawing countless blood lines in the air. The assassin who rushed into her perimeter spun around, not knowing how many times he had been chopped, and fell into the grass, with blood staining the ground red.

In the blink of an eye, six assassins were killed, three were wounded, and the rest all avoided them, hiding around.

Tunyun's gaze swept over this group of people, and the thoughts in his mind gradually became clear. The one in the middle of the horse team, with a figure like a girl, wearing a veil and cape, a floral dress, and a long box behind her, was clearly Ba Dao Liu Xiaobiao. Next to her, with a broken arm, was Can Tian Dao Du Sha. The woman who landed was Mandarin Duck Blades Ji Qian'er. And the one who threw that simple fist was Chen Fan, who was rumored to have killed Sikong Nan?

Remnants of the Holy Duke…

In the previous great battle chasing Fang Qifo, the Tunyun monk had already met them. Coming to the capital this time, Tunyun also knew that this place was a mixed bag, with masters from all over the world gathered, but he really didn't expect that this group of evil stars would also come? How dare they come?

But since they had already come, now was not the time to worry about why they dared to come. In the blink of an eye, the girl in the floral dress had also recognized him. She tilted her head slightly and then patted the box behind her!

The Overlord Saber unsheathed!

The girl grabbed the giant blade, jumped off the horse, dragged it, turned around and rushed towards him. The Tunyun monk's footsteps had already begun to retreat. The girl turned around in a circle, her footsteps getting faster and faster, and then another circle. The Tunyun monk turned around and ran, the wind of the blade whistling behind him, rushing fiercely.

The giant blade was thrown directly by the girl, the wind of the blade whistling and spinning, heading straight for Tunyun along the tip of the grass. The Tunyun monk was also skilled in light work, running faster and faster, his figure somersaulting into the air. The long saber swept past him, turning several circles, and then slammed diagonally into the ground with a bang. The Tunyun monk landed and ran away quickly.

Throwing the Overlord Saber as a hidden weapon, even a carriage would be smashed to pieces, and any great master probably wouldn't dare to catch it. If the Overlord Saber could be pulled out and taken away after it fell, it might be able to kill some of the opponent's prestige, but Tunyun didn't dare to carry the saber away. He ran towards the front, where a group of younger brothers were rushing over:

"Master Tunyun—"

"Run—" The Tunyun monk掠过 them like the wind. These people quickly turned around and followed. Further ahead, someone shouted, "Which mountain's hero—" The one who said this was a group of constables from the capital, about twenty or thirty riders. Tunyun shouted, "Rebels! There are rebels over there!"

The chief constable Fan Zhong, who was rushing in front, was at a loss. Watching this group of people run past him, they also ran towards there. As the distance closed, in front, a woman pulled out the Overlord Saber from the ground,扛着 it on her shoulder, slightly stunned. Then, the woman's eyes behind the bamboo hat narrowed into a dangerous line in an instant.

Fan Zhong was also stunned. He drew his sword in his backhand, tapped his legs: "Drive! Give me—" In the capital, he actually encountered the Overlord Saber rebel! This was a real big fish! When he spoke these words in his mind, he almost didn't even think, and the constables behind him also subconsciously accelerated, but in the blink of an eye, Fan Zhong had already forcefully pulled the horse's head: "—Go! Don't love to fight! Go!"

Opposite, the cavalry led by Du Sha and others also rushed over.

The Overlord Saber Liu Xigua, Chen Fan, plus a large group of remnants of the Holy Duke suddenly appeared here, even if it was in the capital, thirty constables fed up head-on, and there would be no渣 left!

While running away, he took out a signal arrow from his arms and unplugged the stopper.

A团烟火 flew into the sky with a sound, exploding.

……

A blood-stained hill.

A body slammed onto a boulder with a bang, blood flowing,碎得没了人型. Around, there was a片尸体.

A monk with a huge figure stood in this sea of blood.

The guards of Bamboo Records had all fallen. Most of them had already died forever, and only a few who opened their eyes were barely breathing. Several young members of the Qin family had also fallen. Some died, and several had broken limbs, struggling bitterly. These were all caused by Lin Zongwu when they rushed up. Among the injured members of the Qin family, the only one who didn't struggled was named Qin Shaoyu. He used to have a good relationship with Gao Mu'en, but later was convinced by Qin Siyuan, and followed Ning Yi in the capital for a while. When the Jin attacked the city, he helped to run errands in the Right Chancellor's residence, and he was already a very outstanding messenger and dispatcher.

He once admired Ning Yi very much. He had a broken leg, vomited blood, and his face was as pale as paper, but he was still trying to climb towards Lin Zongwu.

Tian Donghan was still alive, wriggling and struggling on the ground. He gripped his long saber and tried to reach Lin Zongwu. Not far in front, two old men and a middle-aged woman had gotten out of the carriage. The old man sat on a rock, watching quietly. His wife and concubine stood on either side.

The middle-aged man named Ji Kun picked up the long saber on the ground and walked towards Lin Zongwu. He was the most important steward of the Qin residence, responsible for many dirty works, with a cold face, but in fact, he didn't know martial arts, but just a pure ordinary person.

"You are all people of status, and this humble monk doesn't want to kill them all…"

Ji Kun劈了一刀 on his head, but Lin Zongwu didn't blink, and this slash couldn't go in. The next moment, he waved his robe sleeves, and the long saber turned into碎屑 flying into the sky.

"This humble monk…"

Ji Kun's face didn't change, he picked up another knife, and slashed it towards his head again. Lin Zongwu, holding his identity, had already given way to a slash. At this time, the anger in his eyes bloomed, and he waved his hand fiercely. Ji Kun's figure flew out horizontally like a cannonball, and his head slammed on a rock with a bang. His body fell to the ground, and he died.

Qin Siyuan looked at Ji Kun's body, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, but the expression on his face didn't change.

Lin Zongwu踩死了 Tian Donghan, who was crawling beside him, and walked towards Qin Siyuan.

The sun sets.

"Treacherous chancellor, do you know this humble monk!"

"You are called Lin Zongwu." The old man's eyes looked to the side, and hearing that he knew himself, although it might be to beg for life, Lin Zongwu was also very happy in his heart, and then he heard the old man say, "But just a villain."

Lin Zongwu frowned and looked calm: "Oh."

"In my life, I have奔走 for my family and country, and I have done many things for my people and society." Qin Siyuan said slowly, but he didn't say much, just glanced at Lin Zongwu with a mocking look, "Greenwood character, no matter how high the martial arts are, I don't bother to pay attention to it. But Li Heng is very interested. The person he admires the most is named Zhou Tong. I have heard his name. He died for assassinating Wanyan Zonghan. He is a hero. It's a pity that I didn't meet him when he was still there."

"Hmph, Zhou Tong匹夫, it's a pity that this humble monk didn't have time to fight him…"

"You are a villain, how can you compare to one in ten thousand of the other party. Zhou Tong spent his life for the country and the people, and he was still assassinating the enemy to the death. And you, just a running dog. When I was in office, how dare you appear in front of me. At this time, you just rely on a little strength to run over and呲牙咧齿."

The wind had stopped, and the sunset was becoming magnificent. Lin Zongwu's expression didn't change, and he didn't seem to be angry. After a while, he only had a faint smile.

"It seems that you are begging for death."

The Gang Jin in his hand was already accumulating. As long as the other party said begging for death, he would go over and拍死 the other party. Now he was already the leader of the Great Brightness Sect. Even if the other party had a higher status before, he would not be insulted and would show mercy.

The old man's eyes only had a trace of pain when he glanced at the bodies on the ground. He looked at the sunlight in the west. What a magnificent sunlight, shining on this wilderness and country, this magnificent wilderness and country!

There were voices below, horses galloping in the distance, and unknown fireworks were set off into the sky. This was the earth where countless creatures were active. He still remembered the feelings when he first realized the magnificence of this crowd many years ago. He went to see the rules in it, to see the大道 of this world, to see the direction that so many people should go. He did a lot of things, he收获了 love,收获了 the woman he wanted to be with for life,收获了 family, fame, and he tried to rejuvenate this country, to save this country…

Ah, so many years have passed, and his hair is already white…

As always, every time he recalled these, he felt his eyes welling up.

In the last warm sunlight, he held the hands of the two people behind him, tilted his head, and smiled slightly.

"How can I die in your hands…"

He said.

Not long after, Lin Zongwu went crazy on the hill.

……

The horse team galloped.

There were not many people who could be seen around, but various contact methods,烟花令箭 flying into the sky, and occasional traces of fighting meant that this wilderness had become very lively.

Tie Tianying stopped at the edge of the hill. Looking up, the figure of Ning Yi was vaguely standing in that red.

The sunset shone from there.

……

On the wilderness, a large number of people converged.

The masters of the Great Brightness Sect had also gathered.

Some greenwoodsmen were active around. Chen Qinghe had also arrived nearby. Someone recognized the leader of the Great Brightness Sect, stepped forward, cupped his hands and asked, "Leader Lin, do you still remember me? How is your side?"

"Brother Kuang." Lin Zongwu bowed his hands without airs, and then said loudly, "The treacherous chancellor has been伏诛!"

Everyone发出 a burst of呐喊 and咆哮. Chen Qinghe was shocked. He knew that Lin Zongwu was creating勢 for the Great Brightness Sect to enter the capital.

But this was inevitable. Even if the above问罪 afterwards, with a background, the Great Brightness Sect would still infiltrate the capital from the bottom, and then gradually become光明正大 through many ways.

Not far away, the Tunyun monk hid in the crowd, secretly thinking晦气, and then thought, should he挑拨 Lin Zongwu and tell him the news of the Holy Duke's remnants entering the capital, and let them fight again.

On the hill to the north, a horse team came up.

"Lin 恶禅!" A lifeless voice was shouting, it was Ning Yi.

Lin Zongwu turned around and looked at the Bamboo Records people on the hill with a smile, and then he took a step forward.

Bamboo Records only had a few dozen people, and even if there were helpers, it would be at most one or two hundred. This time, the masters of his Great Brightness Sect had also come, such as the疯虎 King Nanduo, the fast sword Lu Bingyuan, the monkey king Li Ruoque… There were also many一流 masters, plus familiar greenwood heroes, a lineup of hundreds of people. If necessary, they could be調集源源不断.

It's a pity that the师姐 can't see this scene…

When Qin Siyuan was in power, the power of the Great Brightness Sect could not enter the capital at all. There was a big梁子 between him and Ning Yi. This time, it was finally time to清算.

He walked towards Ning Yi.

There was another sound of horseshoes. Then a team rushed out from the side, led by Tie Tianying, a刑部捕快. He glanced at the situation and ran towards Chen Qinghe and others.

Lin Zongwu's footsteps didn't stop, and others also greeted him slowly, including Chen Jianyu and other greenwood warriors. Following nearby, experiencing the demeanor of this warrior who was rumored to be the number one in the world, Lin Zongwu frowned when he approached slightly.

Many people also frowned one after another.

The震动 on the hill had not stopped.

When the distance between the two sides shortened to twenty丈, the people in front finally stopped. Lin Zongwu and Ning Yi on the hill confronted each other. He looked at Ning Yi's pale expression - this was his favorite thing. But there was still doubt lingering in his mind. After a moment, someone in the formation趴了下去, listening to the ground, and many people showed puzzled expressions.

It was all too late.

Limited by that hill, the figure of the first war horse flew out, and the galloping horse team was like a shadow that covered the sky, and the roar broke the ground. The iron hooves spread out to the left and right, and it came overwhelming.

"Go—"

Lin Zongwu嘶吼如雷霆.

The Tunyun monk, who was eating meat干 nearby, threw away what he was holding: "I——操——"

He turned and ran.

Hundreds of people turned and ran.

It seemed that someone was coming over along the signal not far away.

The iron cavalry swept across, directly approaching the rear of the crowd. Lu Bingyuan, a master in the Great Brightness Sect, turned around and swept his sword, and two spears broke through his direction,刺出 from his chest and back,挑起 him high. Before he was torn to pieces, he was pushed by the奔馬 for a distance in the air,宝剑乱挥.

Lin Zongwu pushed two subordinates forward, and he suddenly turned around and blasted out a punch,打翻 a war horse rushing over with a punch. This was really a thunderous momentum, and the people who were fleeing backwards in the afterglow didn't have time to cheer. The cavalry who rushed in later砍 down with a long saber, and in the blink of an eye, one, two, three, four… Lin Zongwu's huge body flew out like a giant bear. He rolled and stepped on the ground, and then continued to flee 轟然.

The people who were running slowly in the back and couldn't get on the horse in time had been淹没 in the海洋 of iron hooves. On the wilderness,鬼哭狼嚎, and肉泥和血毯 spread out.

On that hill, the sunset was like fire, Ning Yi raised his head on the horse, and there were still scenes of another mountain in his eyes.

When the enemy came, the old man and the two wives beside him嚼碎 the pills in their mouths. The scene of the three people with white hair依偎在一起, even the狂了林宗吾 in the end didn't dare to破坏 it.

Qin Siyuan, this generation of prime minister who organized the Northern Expedition, organized the Anti-Jin, and organized the defense of Bianliang, and then 背尽骂名, was sentenced to 流刑 on the sixth day of May. On the evening of the ninth day of May, he永別 this world in a place only a few dozen miles outside Bianliang City. Since he was employed when he was young, until the end, his soul never really left the city he dreamed of.

For a long time after his death, the people who participated in killing him were called "righteous men" by most people.

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