Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

Mian Xing turned around and saw Jiang Luoyu got out of the carriage, and when he raised his hand to help him, many arrows shot towards him. After a while, more than ten arrows shot into the soft ground at his feet, and Mian Xing's slightly nervous words were heard in his ears.

"Mr. Nei, it's not good... we are surrounded by people!"

Even before Jiang Luoyu got out of the carriage, she had already had a premonition in her heart. At this time, not only did she look up, she first looked up at the dark sky, and then looked around at the place where the carriage stopped. He raised his long sword to protect the front of his body, and after looking around, he was not surprised to find that at some point, the outside of the carriage was surrounded by layers of masked people in different clothes.

Those people who were dressed strangely held a crossbow in their left hand and a crescent moon saber in their right. After seeing Jiang Luoyu get off the carriage, those people put away the crossbow in their hands and rushed forward with the scimitar and the carriage. The guards on the side started to fight. Those people were not afraid of life and death, and their martial arts methods were very strange. After a while, many of Murong's guards were killed or injured, and they were about to approach Jiang Luoyu.

In such an urgent time, Jiang Luoyu, who was standing in front of the carriage, still looked calm, his eyes flickered in the moonlight, and he lowered his long sword with a twist of his wrist, obviously about to make a move: "Look at the clothes, they are the ones we have been looking for all along A dead soldier from the Eastern Border."

Mian Xing raised the daggers in his hand, was startled when he heard the words, couldn't help approaching the master behind him, and felt unspeakably anxious: "Then...then what should I do, I came to the banquet today, and I only passed through the inner city and the palace. This small road in the interior is inaccessible, but we can pass there in less than half a cup of tea on weekdays, and there are generals under the protection of the owls. There are not many people sent by Hanjiang Pavilion, but who knows that these people will come at this time. Your Majesty..."

Jiang Luoyu pursed his lips, and raised his hand to indicate that the troops of Hanjiang Pavilion did not need to ambush any more, and formed an arc to quickly block those dead soldiers from Eastern Xinjiang. It's a pity that those dead soldiers from Eastern Border were not afraid of death. Obviously, they must be caught He went to be a hostage, and after a while, even if the martial arts of the people in Hanjiang Pavilion were relatively strong, he had no choice but to be pushed back by them.

Mian Xing finally retreated from the outer encirclement, looked at Jiang Luoyu who was standing in the center with his head bowed in thought, and was about to say something with panic on his face, when he felt Jiang Luoyu pat him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, this Although the path is remote, it is on the main road of the inner city and the palace, and the signal will be issued immediately, as long as we persist for a stick of incense, Zhaomin will come immediately after seeing the signal, and then everything will be fine."

"Yes, Mr. Nei."

Jiang Luoyu raised his head, looked at the dark sky again, and the bloody smell getting closer in front of him and the crowd of strangely dressed aliens. He unconsciously glanced at the hand crossbows in their hands, and frowned: "Just wonder how they knew we'd pass through here—"

Before he could finish his words, Mianxing exclaimed, and pointed the bloody dagger in his hand at a figure that appeared not far away: "Mr. Nei, look at that person!"

The moonlight gradually emerged from the place covered with dark clouds, illuminating the crimson hem of the man in the distance, and the faint patterns on the hem, Jiang Luoyu clenched the hilt of his sword, as if he finally recognized who that man was , After a sneer, he suddenly clenched the long sword in his hand and bent slightly.

"Phoenix Tail Feather... so it turns out that the Wuya clan is actually involved with the dead men from the Eastern Border. If the emperor finds out, the entire Wuya clan will be accused of treason, except for the queen. stop."

Mian Xing was fighting together among the people in Hanjiang Pavilion, his eyes subconsciously swept across the carriage in the guard center, his eyes shrank suddenly, and his eyes widened.

Shouted loudly: "Neijun be careful!"

Just when the light of the saber was flickering under the moonlight, Murong Hao, who was far away in the inner and outer palaces of the Dajin Palace, stood up, looking at the milky white light cast out of the window, and when his slender fingers were slowly clenched, he heard a sound behind him. With some timid words.

"General Chaoyun?"

Hearing the maid's voice, Murong Hao pursed his lips, turned around and passed by the maid whose face was blushing after seeing him, her eyes were cold as she walked through the long corridor, before she walked out of the corner, However, she saw Nan Jingjin coming towards her. She frowned when she saw him, and glanced at the ministers of the Ministry of War who were still discussing the matter of Eastern Xinjiang after the emperor had left not far away.

"What's the matter with you? Since I was discussing things just now, I have been distracted."

"It's nothing, I just feel flustered..." The man in black finally stopped, and followed Nan Jingjin to look at the shadowy figures in the brightly lit side hall not far away. He was about to turn around and walk into the corridor again, subconsciously wanting to hold him back to prevent him from walking around anxiously, but before he could make a move, Murong Hao's whole body froze, and he raised his head in disbelief Looking outside the palace wall, he murmured.

"Is this sound—Ruyi flute?"

Before he finished speaking, he immediately took out a Ruyi flute that was exactly the same as Jiang Luoyu from his sleeve, and played it against his lips. His face became more and more cold and ruthless. He stopped looking at Nan Jingjin beside him, and turned to look at him. He walked outside, walking very fast in the darkness, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only his cold and calm voice.

"That wishful flute belongs to Chen Hua... something happened to him, tell all the adults that I have to leave first, please resign on my behalf."

Nan Jingjin was stunned by his sudden departure. She wanted to reach out to stop him, but when she heard that it was related to Nan Jingyu, her expression changed, and she hurried up to chase after him. After chasing him closer, he also vaguely saw the figure, and immediately raised his voice and asked, "Hey Murong, what's going on?!"

Murong Hao didn't stop walking, but turned around while walking, those eyes that seemed to be smoky under the sun were like a whirlpool filled with blood, the maids and eunuchs on both sides of the road saw him like this When they went out, they all lowered their heads in fright, not daring to look, and let him pass by like the wind.

"It's those dead soldiers from Eastern Xinjiang."

"What did you say?!" Nan Jingjin never expected that what she got was such an answer. When she wanted to go forward to chase someone away, she felt that something was wrong and turned around and ran back, seeing that she was going quickly. Notified the ministers who are still discussing in the house.

After half a stick of incense, half of the people who came to protect Jiang Luoyu in Hanjiang Pavilion have been lost. Even Jiang Luoyu himself has done it many times. Although he was not injured, both the cloak and the clothes were soaked in blood. , Sleeping Star stepped back and stood in front of the carriage, his expression becoming more and more flustered as time went by.

Fortunately, there seemed to be very few dead soldiers left in the eastern border, and some of the remaining ones were seriously injured, and were slaughtered by the people in Hanjiang Pavilion in a short while, and the blood-soaked path was restored Calm, the remaining people in the Hanjiang Pavilion immediately sat down and began to heal their injuries, and at the same time took the pills they carried with them.

"Mr. Nei, how are you? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine...just..." Jiang Luoyu's face was pale, but his face was still calm and unwavering, his eyes patrolled the surrounding mountains, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his lips, but there was no despair in his eyes, it was just that he couldn't say no Feeling helpless, "Even if those dead men from Eastern Xinjiang die, the Wu Ya clan will not let it go, I can already hear their footsteps, Sleeping Star..."

"Subordinates are here."

"Hanjiang Pavilion suffered heavy casualties this time. I have eaten enough. There is no need for so many medicines here now. You divide the medicines on your body and give them all. If the injuries are better, we will last longer. .”

Sleeping Star took out all the healing medicines from his sleeves, and distributed them to the people sitting around the carriage with his lips pursed. Jiang Luoyu has worked so hard to come here for so many years, and now that he is about to die after sitting in the palace, he can't help but want to cry, even his voice is choked up.

"Yes, Mr. Nei."

In contrast to him, Jiang Luoyu's expression was terrifyingly calm, but he just stood there quietly, clenched the dark red hilt of his sword with his fingers, and gave orders in a low voice while exercising.

"Zhaomin will come when he hears Ruyi flute, but this time we don't know if we can support half a stick of incense under Wu Ya's dead men. If there is any accident or disharmony, they probably won't kill him immediately. Me, but use me as a bargaining chip to threaten Zhaomin, you should run away now, and join Zhaomin before us, it is up to you whether you can save me or not."

When Mian Xing heard Jiang Luoyu's words, she asked herself to leave immediately, her expression changed immediately, and she immediately knelt down at Jiang Luoyu's feet, shaking her head desperately and retorting: "No, but Neijun, you are unusual now, you can't— —”