Chapter 518: Three days, just endure for three days!
All the elite troops are deployed, and the energy is not lost.
The emperor preserved his unparalleled martial arts, and Huangdi preserved his own tomb, and the emperor and Huangdi were very happy with each other.
Winter ends outside the palace, but spring comes inside.
The emperor's spring has already arrived, so the spring of the world will not be far away.
Wearing a thin black gown, the second emperor stood in front of the council hall and looked up at the sky.
The weather was cold and the wind was chilly, but he was completely unaffected by it, as the Yellow Emperor, who had already reached perfection, had completed his own cycle of existence, and was unaffected by the cold or the heat.
His forehead is full and his chin is square. After the yin and yang are harmonized, he has the illusion that the world is in the palm of his hand.
My martial arts skills have improved further.
He turned his palm to observe the lines, and gently clenched his fist, and the power surged and flowed between his palm and fingers. Every movement of the grass within a ten-step radius was as clear as the lines in his palm.
Within ten steps is his territory.
Not even a feather can be added, not even a fly can land, I am too sleepy to sleep.
The second emperor smiled knowingly.
Now that he has improved again, Zhang Han should not be able to defeat him with a sword, right?
Thinking of this, a guy who always wore white clothes and had a paralyzed face suddenly appeared in front of me.
He drew out his three-foot-long sword and said without any emotion:
"Sir, would you like to duel swords?"
After being defeated miserably in his first duel with Gai Nie, the Second Emperor did not fight again for more than ten years. He did not like being abused.
Gai Nie always fights with swords until the point where he reaches the limit, and the standard for reaching the point where neither the opponent is killed nor seriously injured.
Waving his hand to drive away the phantom of the Sword Saint, the Second Emperor laughed:
"Compare."
He didn't know where the swordsman was, nor did he know whether the pretentious guy in white had found his swordsmanship.
He only knew that if the swordsman appeared in front of him again and dared to challenge him with the sword, he would let the swordsman know why the flowers were so red!
"Is Kenshin so important? You don't even care about your wife and children?"
The sky was blue, and Ying Chengjiao questioned the white clouds in the sky.
The white clouds that can be seen everywhere in the blue sky tell the swordsman that there is more to this world than just swords, there are things that are much more important than swords.
Gai Nie's wife, daughter, still lives in Chang'an Jun's mansion, in a courtyard that originally belonged to Chang'an Jun's mansion's retainer, the swordsman.
Chang'an Jun, who had become the emperor, took good care of the two of them.
Clothing, food, shelter and daily necessities, there is nothing missing.
The only thing he dared not look into was that pair of bright eyes filled with longing and love.
I couldn't answer the clear, childish, hopeful of "When will Father come back?"
Sword Saint Gai Nie lost his sword heart, and his wife and daughter lost their color.
Wei, Daliang.
A white dress is more beautiful than snow, and a face full of frost is colder than the wind.
He walked out of Ningling Jun Mansion, where it was as warm as summer and even light clothing was too hot, and stepped over the half-foot threshold on the main gate.
What I saw before me were pedestrians hurrying about, shivering, with frightened expressions, and most of them were men.
The very few women who appeared on the streets all had their heads lowered, their faces covered with black ash, and their true features could not be seen clearly.
Their footsteps were more hurried than those of men, and their expressions were blocked by the black and gray, so ordinary people could not see them and could not use this to observe their minds.
Sword Master can.
Although his swordsmanship was clouded, he could still sense other people's emotions, but they were a little vague. If the emotion was too slight, he would find it difficult to detect.
But now, the few women who can be counted are still filled with fear.
There was no need to sense anything special, just concentrate. The surging wave of despair made Gai Nie breathless and almost suffocated.
"stop!"
There were stern orders in the distance, and the waves rushed up to the sky.
The pedestrians quickened their pace and all started running, as if there was some ferocious beast over there.
Gai Nie grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, lowered his head slightly, and walked towards the sound against the crowd.
He seemed to be walking slowly, but he was actually walking fast.
One step forward is the distance of eight or nine steps for an ordinary person.
Although it was fast, it did not hit any of the Daliang people who were fleeing in a panic with expressions of grief on their faces.
Soon he came to the place where the despair was strongest.
In the middle of the road, a group of Wei soldiers in armor were holding long swords, with the tips of their swords pointed at five women.
The two Wei soldiers found a bucket of water from somewhere and threw it in the center of the field.
The Wei soldier was quite skilled and used some clever tricks, so the barrel did not fall over.
But it only took two hits. The huge force of the landing stirred up a lot of water, which splashed onto the woman closest to the front.
Winter is not over yet, and if you pour water outdoors, it will turn into ice in less than half an hour.
The cold water hit the person and it was freezing cold to the bone. The woman shivered visibly and covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.
"The king is taking a concubine, you are blessed! Take off your clothes! Wash your face!"
The Wei soldier who threw the barrel had green eyes like a jackal, and gave orders with a sly grin.
Today the king has issued an order for ten beauties. It would be great if five of them are real beauties. Once they are sent to the palace, they will be rewarded.
If there are no beautiful ones, that would be even better, they could leave them there for themselves to enjoy.
The king is noble and only eats delicacies from mountains and seas, and does not eat simple meals.
They are of low status and cannot afford delicacies from land and sea, so they prefer to eat simple meals.
Right now, there is a way to sue the officials in Daliang, but there is no one to take charge. The Wei soldiers are not afraid of the untouchables filing a complaint, because they are working for the king.
If you want to be more cautious, you can throw them into the woods outside the city to feed the wolves and bears after eating. Anyway, no beauty who has entered the palace has come out alive.
Since there is no evidence, just say that he was sent to the palace. Who would go to the king to investigate the case for a few untouchables?
The five girls begged desperately, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, their faces streaked with black and gray as their tears washed over them.
Anyone who hears it will feel sad and anyone who sees it will cry.
The Wei soldiers were neither sad nor crying. They held two-foot-long swords and ripped the clothes of the five women with lewd smiles.
Screaming and begging only turned them on more.
Their eyes were bloodshot, and the sight of the Wei soldiers being killed at the city gate made them panic.
They need to do something to forget that fear, such as creating fear in others.
The hand on the hilt of the sword clenched.
The Sword Master pursed his lips. Nearby was a group of Wei soldiers who wanted the five women to take off their clothes and clean their faces. In the distance were even more Wei soldiers.
These Wei soldiers broke into the houses on both sides of the road, and no one knew what they were doing.
But judging from the constant pleading, crying and yelling, it was obviously not a good thing.
They entered with only swords in hand.
When he went out, he either carried a woman in his hands or weighed a knife and copper coins.
The man following behind him begged and kowtowed, kneeling on the ground with his head covered in blood.
All he got in return was either indifference or an impatient sword strike.
The lucky ones were injured, and the unlucky ones died. The Wei soldiers who took action did not even look at the results.
In the past half month, there have been too many casualties in Daliang, and a few untouchables will not make a difference.
[Three days, just endure for three days !]
The Sword Master warned himself and closed his eyes.
Three days later, Zhou Shi will use Wei Ju to take the throne and get rid of Wei Bao.
By then, the benevolent Ningling Jun will be king, and the crisis in Zhao can be resolved. He must put the overall situation first.
Drawing the sword now would only alert the enemy and put a damper on good things.
The waves receded, and Gai Nie closed his eyes, gradually no longer able to sense the emotions around him...
