Me and my Jianghu Tavern

Among the more than [-] people, there were more than [-] people waving long swords in half an hour. Their bodies were covered with blood, their eyes were dull, like walking corpses.

More than 40 Jin troops killed only 1 Chen Jun in half an hour, but lost nearly [-] on their own side.

With [-] against more than [-] people, beheading more than [-] people has enough strength, and if the sound of the zither keeps going, the people will be undefeated.

On the city wall, the woman's face was pale and bloodless, her body was bent, and her ten fingers were covered with blood.

"Zheng..."

The violin stopped abruptly.

"Pfft." The woman spat out a mouthful of blood, clutching her chest and lying on the Changqin.

Three hours was already her limit, if it wasn't for the hard support, she would have collapsed on the top of the city from exhaustion, looking at the fallen figures of more than [-] soldiers, a little remorse flashed in her eyes.

On the battlefield, the tiger-like sergeants suddenly became weak and weak, and their slack eyes regained their color, but only for a moment, the pain all over their bodies made them faint.

The remaining tens of thousands of people fell down one by one, and this scene made people feel chills behind.

"Kill, kill..." Before falling down, these sergeants murmured this word, holding their long swords tightly in their hands, dying with regret.

The cloak on the general's back drooped, and the spear in his hand fell down. Blood dripped onto the ground, forming a line of blood behind him.

The general raised his head, the ground was covered with corpses, and the ground was stained with blood.The general's eyes were sad and his heart was lonely.

"If there are another [-] armors, why break Chang'an..."

The general lowered his head, supported his body with his long spear, and did not fall down, but his breath had already been cut off.

The battlefield became quiet, and the remaining [-] people fell straight down, and those who hadn't fallen were also besieged and strangled.

The war is over.

The woman on the tower was pale, with blood hanging from the corner of her mouth, her fingers were trembling, and she was already powerless.

She raised her head slightly, raised her eyelids with difficulty, and looked down the city. Her body trembled slightly, and finally hit the long piano.

Huangcheng is as old as the present,

A mess of bones.

The thick smoke from the raging flames billowed and filled the entire city, and even the dead bodies lay on the ground above the tower, bleeding profusely.

No one stepped forward to clean it up, and the strong smell of blood and sweat mixed with each other, filling the air, making it pungent and unpleasant.

Chang'an is broken.

……

The city of Chang'an was destroyed, and Jin Wang Xiao He entered Chang'an and ascended the throne immediately.

Xiao He proclaimed himself emperor, did not change the name of the country, but changed the name of the year to Tianhe. This lucky emperor seemed to have a smooth journey and sat in that position.

None of the soldiers of that day could forget the last battle of the invasion of Chang'an City.

10 people fought against 40 people. In this battle, more than 18 people were killed and injured on both sides. There were already corpses scattered outside the city, and blood flowed like rivers.

Everyone will never forget the woman playing the piano on the city wall, and they will never forget that scene. They don't want to encounter such an enemy again, an army like a madman, who knows no pain, no memory of life and death.

Later they realized that the woman sitting on the city wall was actually just a musician in the palace.

On the head of Chang'an City, this musician was lying on the long piano. With one person and one piano, she killed more than [-] Jin soldiers with [-] soldiers.

In the end, he fell to exhaustion and died.

None of the ten fingers is complete, and the strings are covered with blood.

……

……

[Mysterious level chain mission - collection (first stage) [Completion progress: 2.5/5]]

"Brother Zhang? Brother Zhang?"

Zhang Ming suddenly heard someone calling his name beside him, he came back to his senses and replied: "Ah, why..."

Gongsun Yu was a little puzzled. He seemed to have lost his mind when he saw Zhang Ming just now, and he didn't know what happened.

"Brother Zhang, I called you three times but you didn't hear me. What are you thinking?" Gongsun Yu laughed.

Zhang Ming glanced at Chang Qin Qin Nan, he shook his head and changed the subject, "It's nothing, what wine do you want, I'll get it for you."

"Take five pots of plum blossom wine, and one pot will make tourists drunk."

"it is good."

Zhang Ming served the wine on the table, and then returned to the counter.

He looked at the Changqin, and his mind was full of the musician who died of exhaustion while playing the piano in Chang'an City, playing the sound of a hundred thousand troops like tigers and wolves with the sound of the piano.

It was not only the musicians at the top of the city who died of exhaustion, but probably all the more than [-] people who rioted after hearing the piano.

The sound of the zither is a magical sound, which can control people's minds and inspire people's fighting spirit, but the consequences of doing so are uncontrollable. At the last moment, the remaining [-] troops all fell to the ground because the sound of the zither disappeared. , died of exhaustion.

If there was no woman playing the piano at the head of the city, perhaps the hundred thousand army would have been defeated long ago.

The Changqin in front of me is the Changqin that stood on the top of the city back then, and the strings of the Qin may still have the blood left by the musician back then.

It's just a pity that the 40 army was defeated in the end, [-] against [-], defeat is already doomed.

Really a strange woman.

Zhang Ming suddenly thought of Liang Shurong from before. The sound of the flute seemed to be similar to the sound of the musician's piano, and both of them could be called magic sounds.

In the end, Liang Shurong fell into the title of a devil and was cast aside by the world, while this musician, although he died of exhaustion, was respected by the world.

Is Liang Shurong wrong?Is the musician right?Maybe not, just a different standpoint.

If people in the world divided good and evil instead of righteousness and evil, perhaps there would be more and more people worthy of admiration in this world.

Zhang Ming gently brushed Qingnan Changqin, and heaved a sigh of relief.

How could such a woman die of exhaustion...

Pity.

Chapter 64: The worst thing is to die on the battlefield, shrouded in horse leather

The musician died, but left behind the long piano in front of him.

Perhaps, this Qingnan Changqin is also immortal like the musician, if not, how could it have been wandering for forty years without being damaged.

Zhang Ming shook his head and sighed: "If there are another 10 people, maybe there will be no change of dynasty."

However, he still has some doubts, what kind of abilities does Jin Wang Xiao He have.

King Jin went all the way from Taiyuan to Chang'an without any hindrance. To put it superstitiously, it seems a bit like being blessed by fate.

A prince, relying on 10 people, has penetrated the entire Dachen, which is almost enough to write a book.

Even a little fantasy.

Zhang Ming is still very interested in playing the qin. This Qingnan qin is also a long qin that is unique among others. Sometimes he can learn how to play this long qin even if he is bored.

It's also a good way to pass the time.

……

The people in the tavern were drinking and talking insignificant words.

The scholar and the man bickered as usual. Jiang Rou hadn't had plum wine for several days, but she missed it a little.

outside the tavern

Uncle Zhang was still sitting on the steps, with his back to the tavern.

But today, someone sat there with him.

The man was called Mu Fu, over half a century old, with white hair and a clean shaven beard. He was originally the chief housekeeper of Gongsun's family, and became a coachman after he got old.

"Friend, why don't you go in for a drink with your lady?" Uncle Mu asked.

Uncle Zhang turned his head and glanced at him, and said, "I can't get in."

Uncle Mu just gave a dry laugh and didn't ask any more questions.

There was silence for a moment.

Uncle Mu suddenly said again: "How about I tell you a story?"

Zhang Bo turned his head to look at the white-haired coachman, but did not speak.

Uncle Mu smiled and said, "If you don't speak, I'll take it as your default."

"It's said that many years ago, there was a powerful knife player in Jianghu. He was only over ten years old, but he was very tight. He defeated several veterans in Jianghu in a row, and gained a good reputation."

"It's just, I don't know why, a young man who is so good at swordsmanship doesn't even practice swordsmanship anymore, but in the end he ran to learn some boxing techniques."

"Friend, do you think it's funny, haha." Uncle Mu laughed dryly, looking at the old man beside him who was about the same age as him.

Uncle Zhang looked calm and said, "It's really funny."

Zhang Bo paused, and then said: "In that case, let me tell you a story too."

"Oh?" Uncle Mu became curious.

"Back then, there was a powerful young man who joined the army alone. He went to the battlefield at the age of seventeen or eighteen, killed several people, earned military merits, and finally entered the secret spy department. After a few years, he became a member of the secret spy department. No.1, but who knows, it hasn't been long..."

Uncle Zhang smiled and looked at Uncle Mu in front of him, and continued: "The emperor has changed, and that person has become a bereaved dog. I don't know where he fled to."

Uncle Mu's eyes narrowed, but he still had a smile on his face, and he said, "I don't know where my friend heard this story from."

"It's based on hearsay," Zhang Bo said.

"That's it." Uncle Mu nodded and didn't say anything else.

"Then where did your story come from?"

"The old man is also hearsay."

Two old men in old age sat on the steps and said nothing after telling two stories.

There were constant quarrels in the tavern, and Wu Manzi lost the fight with the scholar.

Wu Manzi looked at the drunken tourists in front of him, hesitating whether to drink it or not.

"Drink! Smelly barbarian, don't count your words, aren't you afraid?" Scholar Song said with a smile.

"Afraid? I will be afraid? Just drink it, isn't it just a glass of wine."

Wu Manzi held up the tourist to get drunk, and hesitated again.

Wu Manzi thought about it, and finally drank it. It's okay for a tourist to drink a drink.

"Comfortable." Wu Manzi sighed in admiration, and it was also because this was the first cup, otherwise he wouldn't have drank it so happily.

"Come again!" Wu Manzi waved his hand, thinking of winning back.

"Come on!"

"The five chiefs..."

"Liu Liu Shun..."

……

Wu Manzi looked at the drunken drinker in front of him, cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

He lost again.

Song Shusheng said with a sly smile: "I say barbarian, you can drink quickly, and you are willing to bet and admit defeat."

Wu Manzi raised his head and said cursingly, "I said you are a stinky scholar, you don't study well, why are you punching so hard!"

"Study is reading. Young master, I am going to join the army in the future. If I don't learn some skills, how can I build a good relationship." Song Shusheng said.

Wu Manzi curled his lips and said, "Don't talk about your surrender to the army all day long. With your body, a battle between the two armies will scare you so much that you'll pee your pants."

"Fart, reading is reading, fighting is fighting, young master, I am both civil and military."

"It's just you, forget it."

"I'm going to join the army in the future, it's none of your business."