[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

Maybe even God thinks that the burial of a dynasty is worthy of a big funeral, so in this winter, the mild weather is rare and precious, and the heavy snow like goose feathers is falling day after day.

When Miao Xuan left the city wall of Hangjing and returned to the camp of the Tartars, the wind and snow had rolled up again, making the ground tremble. In such a bitingly cold sky, the world in the shadows was actually warmer.

But contrary to the weather, Miao Xuan's mood is rarely relaxed recently, because he has done everything, and now he only needs to wait for the final result and devote himself to the final battle with all his strength, so even if the wind and snow around him After a while, he still felt a rare peace.

Miao Xuan is in a happy mood, but his small system is very puzzled. This man-made creature that has always put Miao Xuan as the first and the task as the second has its own logic. He really wants to ask——

Why not wait until Wei Jinghuan is not vigilant to assassinate him, but make an appointment in a fair manner to fight to the death three days later?

Shouldn't the quickest shortcut be the fastest way to win easily?There is no fun in this world anymore, why not finish the task earlier and leave?

The small system has always been very clear that although Miao Xuan never complained, in the past few years, he has lived in this world very tormented.

The system couldn't help it: [Brother, why don't you just kill Wei Jinghuan, so that we can complete the task and leave? 】

Miao Xuan thought for a while and explained this way: You are right, that is indeed the fastest way, but even if I am destined to have a battle with Target One, I don’t want to choose that way—and his strength is about the same as mine , Wouldn't it be great to be able to confront such an opponent head-on before leaving this world?

The little system didn't think there was anything good about it. He rubbed his hind legs against his ears irritably, then tilted his head and said: [Well... I still don't quite understand, but it's good that you are happy, bro. 】

Seeing such a well-behaved and cute little system, Miao Xuan suddenly wanted to touch his head, so he did so. The tentacles of mental power extended in the sea of ​​consciousness, and gently landed on the little fox's head. He kneaded like absorbing.

The little fox shook his ears and rolled happily on the waves.

Even though it has gone through so many worlds, the small system has a fairly deep understanding of human beings, but it is still a child at heart, and has almost no position on other things except to fully support his brother.

As for Miao Xuan...

It's time to make my choice, he thought.

This world is indeed special. Miao Xuan can no longer rely on his powerful strength to move forward. He was once again pushed to the top of the wave of the times, but this time, he saw something that he had ignored before.

Over the past few years, Miao Xuan has often been thinking, what kind of standard is it to stick to the end?

Should I wait until this body completely collapses?Or did he kill all three targets outright?Or after the world thread "wolves devouring the sky" is completely completed?

But with the injuries accumulated over the years, this pair of bodies named "Huo Erlanle" and "Xuan Yi" has reached the brink of collapse. Even if Miao Xuan wants to continue, there is no way for him to maintain the rigid conditions. Too long... unless he is willing to use resurrection items with a cooldown of several years.

Miao Xuan was the first to reject this option. The resurrection can only be a buffer at best, and it will never completely solve the problem.

But even now, Miao Xuan couldn't come up with a standard answer, so he simply stopped struggling with the right or wrong of this question, and instead used his own method to practice his own path.

In the beginning, Miao Xuan treated the small world with a game mentality, but later he became a self-righteous observer. He thought that every choice he made was respecting the process of history, and he would never do too much Interfering with the operating rules of this world...

Until he gradually discovered that when the power to choose the assassination target is in his hands, he is destined to affect the fate of countless people.

Maybe I shouldn't separate myself from the small world, Miao Xuan thought, since I am here, then I am a part of this world - the responsibilities I bear, the consequences I bring, and the choices I make are all It will become a link in the context of the world.

In these small worlds, he is both important and unimportant. He is closely related to the context of each world, but he cannot escape the torrent of each era. Since his abilities are limited, he can live in his own way. Go through the destiny in each small world.

In other words, he must inherit the position and destiny entrusted to him by these worlds, but he must also stick to his own path and principles.

What Miao Xuan said to Wei Jinghuan was not a lie, he was indeed looking forward to a showdown with the strongest person in the world, but compared to this goal, he also hoped to help Hang Jing before leaving .

The aggression of the nomads made national integration full of pain. Miao Xuan could only do his best to buffer and ease the overly brutal rule... Over the years, Miao Xuan has come to this point, so to keep this last southern city, It can be regarded as some kind of consummation of merit and virtue.

The journey of the Tartars is cruel and great, and their way forward is destined to be without obstacles. Even Miao Xuan can't meet them. However, after this supreme glory, will the Tartars fall quickly again? Into the trough?

Miao Xuan couldn't imagine the future, nor could he guess where the Tartars would end up, but before he left, he could probably leave a final piece of advice to his khans.

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The snow is getting heavier.

Geriletu looked sideways out of the window, and said that the exquisite courtyards of southerners like to make landscaping the most, but the plum branches outside the window have long been unable to withstand the frost and snow, and they are drooping. Under the pressure of heavy snow, it is even more impossible to find...

It's a pity that no matter how tough the vegetation is, it can't withstand the cold winter and snow.

All the servants had already been dismissed, only Gerilatu was left in the room, and there was hot milk wine and milk tea on the small stove. Everything was ready, except for the real owner of this house.

Geriletu knew Huo Erlanle too well, he could know what his little uncle was thinking without asking. Ripples swayed in the shadows, and ink and wash generally condensed into a familiar human shape...

Geriletu smiled, got up and closed the window.

Miao Xuan left the shadow and saw his eldest nephew as soon as he looked up. He didn't think it was strange that there were people waiting in the room. Geriletu always liked to do things he didn't expect, so he wrapped himself in a robe.

Although the shadow is not as cold as the snowy day, it is not warm either. Miao Xuan's body still has the cold air from the outside, and the heavy clothes that are smoked on the stove are what he needs most.

"Little uncle, you are back." Geriletu smiled first, with a relaxed expression, as if Miao Xuan didn't go deep into the enemy camp to persuade him to surrender, but was just looking for plums and snow outside the door, "It's cold outside, what to drink first Warm up."

Miao Xuan sat down beside the case and took the hot wine that had just been poured: "Forgive me Khan, my persuasion to surrender failed."

Unexpected answer, Geriletu had expected this a long time ago, the generals of the Southern Dynasty were not willing to accept toughness, even Huo Erlanle, the high priest who was more friendly to the Southerners, would be useless in all likelihood And back.

...In that case, that Jing Wei is indeed a character, but it's a pity that the soft heart of the little uncle was wasted.

"Whether Hang Jing surrenders or not, the outcome is already doomed." Geriletu comforted, "It's just the dying struggle of a loyal minister and good general. Don't take it to heart, little uncle."

With these words in place, even the pleadings could not go on, so Miao Xuan could only drink down the warm wine and gently put down the teacup: "Khan is waiting for me here late at night, is there something urgent?"

Geriletu didn't answer directly. He refilled the teacup and said with a smile: "Little uncle went into the enemy camp alone, of course I have to worry."

In the jumping flames, Miao Xuan met Geriletu's eyes. For a moment, he almost thought that this big nephew had seen through his plan - Geriletu was always the most sensitive, he Seems like he knows what he's thinking all the time, and he's always in just the right place.

Miao Xuan lowered his eyes: "Khan, I want to sneak into Hangjing again in three days."

Geriletu paused to refill his drink, and he put down the jug lightly, making a soft clicking sound: "What else do you want to do, teacher?"

Miao Xuan: "I want to attack from the side, indirectly destroy the city defense of Hangjing, reduce the pressure of the siege, and let our army get Hangjing as soon as possible... Three months, it has been too long."

Flanking?Perhaps in Miao Xuan's view, a life-and-death duel with Wei Jinghuan was a weakening of the city's defenses, but Geriletu took it as a matter of course to understand this sentence as a completely different meaning——

His little uncle would take advantage of the shadows, or assassinate those powerless dignitaries in the city, or target the food, grass and weapons hidden in the room, in order to "indirectly defeat the city defense of Hangjing", which is true It's tiring work, but not dangerous.

So Geriletu said: "Teacher, this reason cannot convince me. It has been three months. We all know that the southerners are about to face the greatest difficulty. The ruler must make a choice between the civilians and the army. I believe We all have the patience to wait for an outcome."

Miao Xuan knew that Geriletu was not so easy to persuade. Fortunately, his skills of writing bad checks have been honed for a long time, especially at the last moment, which can often bring huge critical blows.

"Yes, this is also my selfishness." Miao Xuan said softly, "I don't want to see such a tragic situation again. Hangjing is the most beautiful city in the Central Plains. If possible, I want to keep it as much as possible...here The climate here is also very good, and it should be comfortable to live here."

Geriletu blinked: "What does little uncle mean, do you want to stay here for a long time?"

With the oath beforehand, the three Gerilatu brothers are destined to part ways after attacking the Central Plains and offering sacrifices to the Southern Dynasty royal family. Since they are destined to separate from east to west, north to south, then there is a fatal problem-now the Tartars The high priest, the uncle and mentor of the three, Huo Erlanle, who will follow in the future.

Regarding this, the small system asked: [Brother, what do you think? 】

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Miao Xuan's judgment is very accurate, this is a terrible choice, but he has nothing to do with the record, after all, he can't stay in this world until then, so he never thought about the terrible future where he has to make a choice .

Therefore, for a long time, in the face of the temptation and wooing of his elder nephews, Miao Xuan dragged his feet and practiced Tai Chi.

But now, alas, this plan cannot keep up with the changes, Miao Xuan can only make a unilateral promise...

The result is still a blank check.

Yes, I really want to stay in Hangjing - if I am really a person of this world, if this body won't collapse.

Where has Kegeriletu experienced the test of empty promises?He has always enjoyed sincere and gentle treatment from his little uncle. It seems that Huo Erlanle's promises will never fail. As long as he gets his permission, everything will always be truly fulfilled...

What's more, Miao Xuan concealed the dilapidation of this modeled body. The strength of those priests is lower than his, and there is no problem at all. Therefore, the eldest nephews all think that in the past few years of pampering, uncle's body has been well cultivated. good.

"Hangjing is indeed a beautiful place, and it's true that people can't help but indulge..."

Geriletu gradually restrained his smile, and said gently and earnestly: "Teacher, I will build the best palace here for you, so don't run away with the army anymore, just stay here to cultivate, and occasionally help me manage the territory, Manage slaves, livestock, and property for me too, will you?"

When Miao Xuan heard this, he couldn't help being taken aback.

For Geriltu, this is a very direct statement, which is equivalent to delegating power. Even in the past history of the Tartars, almost no khan would make such a delivery that required absolute trust—the only one The exception probably comes from the heroic epics in the ballads, but in that distant legend, the ancestor of the Tartars who fought everywhere, the Khan named "Wolf", only handed over his property to his only Kehe Dun, It is equivalent to turning the left hand into the right hand, and the meat rots in the pot.

The small system muttered about handing over the salary, and Miao Xuan certainly knew that this was a wooing with a huge bargaining chip, but he had absolutely no way of responding to the kindness.

How does a person who is about to leave respond to a promise that is doomed to fail?

But at this moment, Geriletu was staring at him closely, Miao Xuan had no choice but to say: "Thank you Khan for your consideration, if at that time...my body can still bear it."

Sure enough, I agreed.

In Geriletu's view, this is a proven promise, so he smiled lazily, like a lion who has captured its prey, and couldn't wait to show off his great harvest and show off his strength again: " I will not let my little uncle suffer, my ministers and slaves can share your worries—I will let them be obedient and never cause trouble for you."

Miao Xuan: "...Thank you."

Faced with such a promise, Miao Xuan really didn't know how to give a matching answer, and the small system also sighed and opened the most secret folder in his memory. If Miao Xuan was still a little uncertain, the small system felt that it could cover The coffin is settled.

Geriletu has already said on his own: "I only have one request, little uncle, don't be so respectful anymore, those etiquette and restraints are reserved for the ruled, you are my... relatives, so please Just call me by my first name, just like before."

Miao Xuan opened his mouth, and finally said: "...you are my Khan after all."

Geriletu didn't wait for the answer he wanted, but he was not in a hurry, after all, the days to come were still long.

At some point, the snow outside the window finally stopped, and the fire in the room was dry and dull. Miao Xuan couldn't bear it anymore, and coughed a few times, Geriletu got up and opened the window, letting the cold and fresh The night wind flowed into the room: "little uncle, how do you feel, will you be blown by the wind?"

"Thank you, this is much better..." Miao Xuan followed his movements and looked out the window, "Has the snow stopped?"

The snow has indeed stopped, and the lights in the courtyard are no longer blocked by the snow curtain, and they can finally be scattered freely. They float warmly on the carefully trimmed trees, as if they also have entities, and can dye the frivolous snow red, The night wind blows, the branches tremble, and the white shadow rustles down.

Geriletu supported the window, leaving a gap two fingers wide, and he returned to his seat, but this time he brought a teapot filled with milk tea: "Since those southern doctors say to drink less, then Let’s just trust them once, let’s drink something to nourish our health.”

The Tartars firmly believe that milk and cheese are one of the best nutritious products in the world, which is consistent with the southerners. Miao Xuan took the teacup, but still looked out of the window involuntarily—the snow had all fallen , revealing the bony branches buried under the snow, on the thin and shriveled branches, something is shrinking in the fork of the branches, looking through the narrow window gap, it seems to be a little red.

"There are still flower buds that haven't been knocked down." Geriletu also saw it, and couldn't help being a little surprised, but then smiled again, "Yes, let's keep it, it can decorate the scenery outside the window to some extent... I hope It can last until the end of the year, and it would be even better if it can bloom."

New Year's Eve...

Miao Xuan was a little distracted, and lowered his eyes to take a sip of the warm liquid in the teacup, and the mellow taste instantly filled his mouth.

The night wind was a bit strong, so Geriletu closed the window, turned around and said with a smile: "Such plum blossoms are only precious in winter. Who will go to see them when spring comes next year?"

Yes, after the end of the new year is the spring of the next year, and all the good things in this world seem to bloom after the new year, and when thousands of colors come again in the new year, who cares about the residual red left over from the cold winter last year?

Just like the crumbling Southern Dynasty, like the general guarding the last gate of the mountains and rivers, everything is destined to freeze in this cold winter and disappear under the white snow.

Miao Xuan sighed silently.

"It's late at night, little uncle, go to bed early, don't worry about irrelevant things." Geriletu finally got up and said goodbye, he promised of course:

"After a few days, I'll fix Hang Jing and bring it back for you to enjoy."