Ask Sword

I will go with you.

He Siping put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said with a smile: It just so happens that I've eaten enough.

The two walked out of the inn and went to the street. Tongluo City was always windy, and the rammed earth road was blown up by the wind, with a shallow layer of sand floating on it.

The doors of about 20% of the shops on both sides of the street were closed, and some shops even nailed the doors and windows with wooden boards. It looks like a closed door.

These stores should be opened by Yu people.

He Siping noticed Li Ang's gaze, and said: The news that the old Khan is seriously ill has spread, and many people of Yu State who are doing business and living in Turkic have already found a way to leave the grassland.

Even though they may have lived in Turkic for decades, and even got married and had children here,

But once a war breaks out, they will still be arrested by Turkic soldiers, their property will be confiscated, and they will even become slaves.

Li Ang paused when he heard this, he would definitely suffer heavy losses if he sold the property urgently, but for those Yu people living in foreign countries, there was no better way.

He sighed: Weeping in the wild, thousands of families hear about the war.

Yige has fishermen and woodcutters in several places.

He Siping added the second half of the sentence, and said with a smile: Risheng doesn't like war either? I thought you young people would chant something like 'If you want to chase Qingqi away, the bow and knives will be covered with snow', 'Who knows you don't want to suffer in front of the court? , Even if you die, you will still hear poems like 'The Fragrance of Heroic Bones'.

In the city of Chang'an, the most common occasion for new poetry and prose to appear was not the imperial examination room, but the private banquet of scholars.

Since the State of Jing and State of Zhou published their denunciations, a large number of Conquest Poems and Frontier Fortress Poems have emerged in Shilin.

The literati wrote poems and lyrics one after another to express their feelings of serving the country. They wished they could wear a sword now, go out with the army, and kill the enemy.

Li Ang shook his head without commenting.

He has no objection to the patriotism of the literati, but war will turn people into beasts, and wars will consume human lives like a millstone until a tragic peace is achieved.

I still can't figure out why Mount Taihao suddenly instructed the nations to issue a call to action against us.

Li Ang said: Obviously, during the previous academic exchanges, there was no sign of it.

no one knows.

He Siping shrugged, The prime minister and His Majesty have thought about it for three days and three nights, but they didn't understand the reason.

It can only be blamed on Tai Haoshan's own whim.

It may be that Cardinal Ju Yu got some kind of apocalypse, or it may be that the Neo-Confucianism of Xuegong was spread too widely, which made Taihao Mountain feel threatened.

‘It’s also possible that it’s the lifespan of Shan Chang. '

Li Ang said silently in his heart.

A monk like the head of the mountain can completely decide the outcome of a war.

Perhaps Taihaoshan had wanted to launch this war a long time ago, but because of the existence of the head of the mountain, he has endured it until now.

Is there really no way to overcome the five declines of heaven and man?

The two were walking along the street. It was in the evening, and every household was starting to light a fire to cook, and a strange smell of stewed meat wafted over.

He Siping sniffed it, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows: It's delicious meat, which store made it?

Li Ang subconsciously sensed the moss in his body. Since absorbing part of the brown mud that day, the moss had evolved a little more.

Not only the number of clones that can be controlled has increased, but the sensing ability of each clone is also more sensitive, with a sense of hearing, smell and even touch that exceeds that of ordinary people.

For example, now, a fly controlled by Mosi slowly flew over a house, looking for the smell of stewed meat.

This mansion should be the residence of a certain Turkic nobleman, with a large area and many pavilions.

However, there was no sound in the courtyard, and no servants or guards could be seen.

strangeness.

The flies hovered over the courtyard for a while, and finally locked on the direction where the steam from the stewed meat came—the kitchen.

The doors and windows of the kitchen were closed tightly, and the flies compressed their bodies and burrowed into it along the cracks in the door.

Boom boom boom!

The sound of machetes chopping bones sounded at the end of the room, and flies crawled across the shelves full of fruits and vegetables, only to see a huge figure waving a rusty kitchen knife in front of the stove.

Boom boom boom!

The figure slashed hard, and the four-finger-thick solid wood cutting board trembled slightly due to the huge force.

He threw a large piece of meat into the boiling iron pot on his left - the aroma of stewed meat came out of the pot,

The remaining meat is hung on the hook shelf on the right.

The flies rubbing their palms stopped suddenly.

A variety of pieces of meat are hanging from the iron hooks.

Hands, feet, heart, lungs, head.

Unexpectedly, they were all the people who originally lived in the house.

The sound of chopping meat stopped abruptly, the figure turned around abruptly, and the machete in his hand flew out instantly like an arrow from the string, nailing the fly heavily to the wall.

The fly, which was still alive, finally saw the figure's appearance clearly.

It was a butcher with big arms, a full face, curly and messy beard, and a blood-stained coat.

Zhao Ming, Cannibal, Ghost Shovel.

Li Ang, who was walking three streets away, suddenly stopped and grabbed He Siping who was about to walk forward.

At the intersection in front of them,

A thin figure walked slowly to the middle of the road.

It was an old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, who looked like an ape.

He was wearing a fringe, a shirt, and a wooden scabbard on his right waist, with his palm resting on the hilt, looking at Li Ang and the two of them from afar with a smile on his face.

drive!

A group of Turkic aristocratic teenagers came riding from a distance.

On the sides of their saddles hung foxes, rabbits and other wild animals by ropes, apparently just returned from hunting. It's time to be elated and ready to show off today's results to your family.

Seeing an old man standing in the middle of the road, the young nobleman in the lead raised his horsewhip, ready to whip it off.

With the sound of breaking through the air, the horsewhip seemed to be thrown slowly towards Yuansou.

The latter didn't dodge or evade, as if he didn't realize the danger.

Then,

Hum——

Only to hear a small sound like the chirping of cicadas,

The figure of the boy riding a horse froze suddenly, and the whip in his hand suddenly dropped and fell to the ground about three feet away from the ape old man.

Yuansou remained motionless, smiling and watching Li Ang and the two, but the palm on the hilt of the sword seemed to have changed its position.

Slap.

The left forehead of the boy on horseback slid down, followed by the right forehead—straight lines of blood appeared all over his body, cutting his body into countless pieces.

The companions around him also failed to escape the bad luck,

The seven teenagers all shattered from their horses and fell to the ground, together with the high-grade soft armor they were wearing.

The hot blood seemed to be poured on the horse's back without money,

The unscathed war horses were so frightened that they raised their front hooves and neighed in terror.

The screams of pedestrians on the street went straight to the sky, and everyone was running away in a hurry. Only the unidentified Tongluo City guards in the distance were still looking over here.

The old man pulled out the long sword at his waist, and gave the most orthodox Zhou Guojian salute to Shi Shiran and Li Ang, and said with a smile: It's the first time we meet, my servant, Zhaoming, Yuansou.