Who says sleep is not spiritual practice?

"My lord, when did we offend you?"

"In the past, we got together every three days to eat, drink and chat. It's considered a little bit of affection, right?"

"I, Ren Jian, don't think I have done anything to offend you. If there is any misunderstanding, everyone can sit down and chat slowly. Why bother to make such a fuss?"

Zana smiled like an old fox:

"Brother Ren, it's not me that you offended, but Jiang Qingyu, the fourth son of the palace!"

"Who?"

"The fourth son of the palace?"

Ren Jian was puzzled and said:

"When did I offend him?"

Zana sneered:

"Stop pretending, buddy, the hundreds of people in your bodyguard bureau ambushed General Duoji this morning, you don't know about it, do you?"

Ren Jian's heart was shocked suddenly, but he said innocently on his face:

"I, I don't know?"

"My lord, there must be some misunderstanding! Our security agency has always been doing serious business, how could we ambush the army?"

"Wrong, someone must have framed him!"

On the side, Lieutenant Sangji, who had already learned the truth from his subordinates, said coldly:

"Injustice? We found military crossbows from the two bodyguard bureaus. How could it be injustice?"

His expression was very angry, and he was carrying a drawn knife in his hand.

On weekdays, the two old thieves have been calling themselves brothers and learning martial arts, but they have hidden a bunch of military crossbows that are suspected to be used for rebellion!

It's so insidious!

If the four sons of the palace hadn't entered the city to massacre today, and discovered this secret first, maybe it would be me and the city lord who were seriously injured and tied into rice dumplings in the future!

Thinking of this result, Sangji was afraid for a while, wishing to kill the two immediately to avoid future troubles.

He snorted coldly and said again:

"Also, I have some unfortunate news for you..."

"Half an hour ago, Jiang Qingyu, the fourth son of the palace, led [-] cavalry into the city in a murderous manner. Now the hundreds of people in the two escort agencies have turned into corpses."

"what?"

Hearing the news of being wiped out, Lei Sandao and Ren Jian seemed to have been hit by a bolt from the blue, and they instantly aged a little.

How can this be so?

Escort was destroyed?impossible!impossible!

The two couldn't accept the bad news.

That was the hard work of most of their lives!

Disciple offspring...

All died in one day?

"Okay, what a cruel heart!"

"That idiot is a butcher!"

Ren Jian's whole body was trembling, half fearful, half angry.

But the fiery Lei Sandao laughed like crazy:

"Hahaha, you are all dead!"

"You actually killed everyone!"

"Zana, do you know who the real owner of the Escort is?"

"Guo Zhao!"

"It's the mighty general Guo Zhao!"

After learning the bad news, Lei Sandao had no scruples, and directly told the biggest secret of the Escort, and planned to bury several people with him before he died.

The Escort is gone, anyway, he doesn't want to live anymore.

Another old man, Ren Jian, also went all out:

"Zana, Sanji, and hundreds of soldiers present..."

"Now that all of you know this shady secret, I want to see if Old General Guo Zhao will send someone to silence you all!"

"Haha, you just wait to be buried with us!"

This statement came out.

Zana and Sanji suddenly changed their expressions.

"Nonsense! The old general is highly respected, how could he do such a dirty thing?"

"Two old thieves, they are full of lies when they are about to die!"

Da da da……

At this moment, only the roar of horseshoes was heard.

The next moment, everyone saw a carriage arriving at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion under the escort of six hundred black armored cavalry.

The black armored cavalry, each armed with spears, surged like a black tide and surrounded the entire street.

On the carriage was a white-robed young man holding a wolf totem banner, a look of anger appeared on his slightly sick face.

"I've seen the fourth son! I've seen General Dorji!"

The two of Zana hurried forward with their subordinates to salute:

"Fourth son, I have already led someone to capture the head of the Thunder Sword Escort and the Red Sword Escort. May I ask you whether you want to take him away for interrogation or execute him on the spot?"

Jiang Qingyu looked at the two elderly people whose bodies were tied up.

I saw the two of them staring at themselves, their eyes full of resentment and killing intent:

"Idiots! If you have the guts, kill us yourself!"

"Oh, do you dare?"

"Don't forget that we didn't remind you that both the Thunder Sword Escort and the Red Sword Escort belong to General Guo Zhao!"

"..."

"Begging someone to cut yourself?"

A hint of indifference flashed across Jiang Qingyu's eyes:

"My son has lived for more than ten years, but this is the first time I have encountered such a strange request."

He stepped down from the carriage, handed the flag to a cavalryman, and borrowed a knife from him at the same time.

Seeing this scene, the two old men kept grinning and twisting their bodies, trying to break free from the iron chain, and rushed forward to bite the enemy who had led people to slaughter all the guards in front of him.

bell bell...

The sound of the iron chain vibrating made people shudder.

Several soldiers snorted coldly, pressing down on the two of them tightly, not letting them move.

Jiang Qingyu glanced at Zana, half-seriously, half-jokingly:

"General Zana, I regret my life very much, please ask your subordinates to tie it tighter."

As soon as this remark came out, Sang Ji, the deputy general of Black Rock City, immediately stepped forward and knocked off the limbs of the two with the back of a knife, making them unable to resist.

"Uh-"

The old man howled in pain, not forgetting to curse and said:

"Idiot, you are far behind your second brother!"

"Just wait, your second brother and old General Guo Zhao will definitely help us avenge!"

Jiang Qingyu came to the back of the two and slowly raised the long knife.

"What second brother, what Guo Zhao?"

"My three states in the north are united, how can you two thieves be able to sow discord with just a few words?"

"You say so, General Zana?"

On the side, Zana was taken aback, but with a smile on his face, he agreed:

"Young master's eye, it's the luck of the northern border, the luck of the palace!"

Jiang Qingyu nodded slightly, and swung the knife vigorously——

In an instant, only two sounds of "Chi, Chi" were heard, and everyone saw countless blood splashing out, staining the white robes red.

At the same time, two dead heads rolled to the ground.

The young master held a long knife in his hand, and his expression remained unchanged.

As if it wasn't the first murder.

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on the carriage.

The two maids opened a corner of the curtain and saw their master was covered in blood. While they were relieved on their faces, a touch of distress flashed in their eyes.

"Son..."

Compared with the sick boy who slept all day in Ziyan Courtyard and molested the maids, Jiang Qingyu, who was in white robes stained with blood in front of him, had a more iron-blooded and resolute temperament.

Looking at it this way, he looks more like a leader.

"A man should be like this!"

The coachman Lao Wu did not hesitate to praise:

"Beheading two congenitals at the age of 19, even if they were interrupted and tied up, it would be a good thing to spread the word."

"I think our army captured a few Fate Star Realms on the battlefield back then, and the prince ordered someone to tie them up on the battlefield to show the public. The recruits who watched said they were not afraid, but they stood farther away from each other. If you dare to keep throwing stones, we will laugh at you."

"Compared to them, the Fourth Young Master is so much stronger!"

"but……"

"Looking at the way you cut people, you don't look like a novice who hasn't practiced swords before."

This is not just the coachman Old Wu, many people have noticed.

It seems that this idiot who is rumored to know nothing but sleep has a secret that no one knows about him!

Holding the famous sword Shuoyue in his hand, Jiang Shan helped to explain:

"The Fourth Young Master recently picked a sword skill in the Sutra Pavilion."

"A few days ago, he had entered the Houtian first grade."

The coachman Old Wu shook his head and said:

"Which of the new recruits on the battlefield for the first time has never touched a sword? But like the fourth son, he didn't shake his hand for the first time to kill. Over the years, I, Old Wu, have only seen three!"

"Two of them turned out to be beggars who fled from Yongzhou. I guess there were a few lives in their hands before, so I can't count them."

"The other one is only 32 years old this year, and he is already a fourth-rank military officer."

As soon as this remark came out, even with the cold arrogance of Heijia General Duoji, it was inevitable that he would be a little moved.

"But General Jiang Langya?"

He couldn't help asking.

Old Wu nodded: