Heartless

The weather on this day is strange and unpredictable, suddenly cloudy and rainy, and suddenly scorching sun, it seems that it corresponds to the saying in the almanac that everything is inappropriate, or there may be bloody disasters.

Since it was an official matter, he acted as if he was an official. Mu He had the attitude of welcoming him backwards. He straightened his clothes early in the morning and went to line up outside the chieftain's mansion to welcome him.

However, it wasn't until after noon that I saw Ye Qianlang coming on his horse, wearing a bright and fragrant flying fish suit, a black silk cloak, a black gauze martial crown, an embroidered spring knife on his waist, and a number of guards in brocade clothes behind him. It is majestic and majestic.

"I don't know that Commander-in-Chief came to Guancheng in person, and my subordinates are helpless, so I offend you, and I hope you will forgive me!" Mu He hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, one of his steps was unsteady, and he almost fell in front of Xue Po's hooves .

Ye Qianlang got off the horse, supported Mu He with one hand, stretched out his cloak with the other, and curled the corner of his mouth with a half-smile: "My seat and the prince are both loyal to the emperor and serve the Ming Dynasty, even if they are as close as lips and teeth, it is inevitable." The prince really doesn't need to mind bumping into each other."

Mu He claimed to believe in Buddhism, and the chieftain's mansion seemed to be full of Buddha's spirit.In the fragrant mist, yellow silk and red brocade styles float, and mica screens excerpted from Buddhist scriptures are towering on the walls, adding a sense of solemnity to the hall of the Tongting Palace.

In order to fulfill the friendship of the landlord, the chieftain prince was courteous in every possible way, throwing a big banquet with beauties and fine wines.

Unexpectedly, Commander Ye was not in the mood for a banquet at all, he raised his hand to stop the subordinate who was about to take the silver needle to test the poison, instead he gave it lightly, and pushed the wine glass filled by the maidservant to Mu He's eyes, saying: " This glass of thin wine, I respect the prince."

What a pair of murderous phoenix eyes, like a cold sword stabbing towards him, Mu He hurriedly raised the wine cup with a smile on his face, then shook his hand, drank half of the glass, spilled half of it, and was lucky that he was not in the wine Poison inside.

Commander Ye didn't drink a drop of wine, and didn't eat any corn. It was a waste of all the efforts of the chieftain prince to turn hostility into jade, so he should find other fun.Mu He waved away the dancers in the hall, and ordered three big men to be summoned, pointing to one of them, and said to Ye Qianlang, "This dirty thing has long heard that Commander Master's martial arts is the best in the world, so I came here specially to ask for advice. Your Excellency doesn’t dislike it, you might as well point it out and give him some pointers..."

The "domestic slave" that Mu He talked about was actually the number one fierce general in Mobei. Hearing him clasping his fists to Ye Qianlang and saying "I have seen the Commander", it is obvious that the internal skills are very good, and opening his mouth is like thunder in a drought , shocked the guards in Jinyi with tinnitus and dizziness, and saw that he was nine feet tall, with a red face and blue eyebrows, and the two soldiers who followed him looked like he was no ordinary person.

"Whether it's three together or take turns, it's up to you." Ye Qianlang stood up from his seat, with a hint of disdain in his humble voice.

The three of them naturally advance together and retreat together, the weapons in their hands make the majesty roar, and they seem to be heroes with "daring and shaggy hair". Unexpectedly, he caught a glimpse of the opponent's unfavorable gap in attacking, and slashed out a killer move, shaking half of one of them to the bone.

Xin Dao now kills one more and then kills one less later, he just kept on doing nothing, and beat the other two seriously to the ground, although he didn't die immediately, I'm afraid he won't be able to use force with others for a while.

After brightening his skills, Ye Qianlang stretched out his cloak, wiped the white jade finger on his thumb with downcast eyes, and said wanly: "Fist and feet have no eyes, swords and swords are ruthless, please don't blame me for being too heavy."

"Discussion, it's just a competition...it's because he overestimated his ability, overestimated his ability..." Mu He smiled awkwardly, with cold sweat rolling down his forehead, "My lord, why don't you use some wine..."

"No need." With a wave of Ye Qianlang's hand, all the guards in Jinyi immediately ordered him to stand up, only to see him take a few steps and stop in front of a mica screen, as if he said casually, "This seat is actually leaving the capital to arrest chaos Party. Zuo Guangji deserved to die for a rebellious criminal, but he left him a pair of sons, the eldest was twelve or thirteen years old, and the youngest was six or seven years old. On the day of his execution, those rebellious sons were kidnapped. The prince knows that they are now Where?"

Taking advantage of Ye Qianlang's back to face, Mu He quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead with his cuff, shook his head and said: "This subordinate lives in a corner, and hasn't heard anything about Beijing for a long time, so... I don't know..."

"These days, I have been digging this pass city several feet, but I have never been able to find the pair of rebellious sons. It happened that not long ago I heard someone say that the reason why it is difficult to find them is because they have long been hiding in the In the palace of the prince?"

A heart was already hanging in his throat, but Mu He still had a smile on his face, and said: "Perhaps it's some street rogue talking nonsense, my lord won't believe him."

"Of course I don't believe it. The lord doesn't want to break his sleeves, and he doesn't have the habit of child molestation. What do you want those little dolls for?" After confirming that there was no ambush behind the screen, Ye Qianlang turned to look at Mu He, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth. Twitching slightly ironically, "The crime of harboring a rebellious party should be punished. The prince is kind-hearted and does not care about those Xiao Xiao who spread rumors and provoke provocations, but this seat is not so magnanimous. I can't just ignore it and let others insult the reputation of the prince." .”

Mu He doubted: "Then what does your lord mean..."

Ye Qianlang didn't look at Mu He, but instead raised his hand, and coldly ordered his subordinates: "Search the chieftain's mansion inside and out, and return the prince's innocence."

As soon as he said this, everyone was shocked, and Mu He was also shocked. Everyone in the chieftain's mansion was dumbfounded, and everyone was dumbfounded: it was just selling the Nine Thousand Years in Beijing. A brocade guard, does he really dare to break ground on Tai Sui? !

They didn't know that Commander Ye's promotion seemed to be going smoothly all the way, but in fact, how many times he dared to kill people who others dare not kill, dared to enter places that others dared not to enter, and how many times he went to the gate of hell with a knife, and how many wild things he added to the world Ghosts, how many souls have been added to the underworld.

Jin Yiwei was ordered to move, Ye Qianlang put his hands behind his back and listened to the movement outside, after a noise of swords and swords clashing, suddenly a childish voice shouted angrily: "Kill Ye Qianlang!"

He naturally recognized this voice, it was Zuo Guangji's eldest son Zuo Yunqing.

"I beg your lord to kill Ye Qianlang to avenge my old father and the Zuo family!" The young man Xu had already been captured, his voice sounded particularly high and sad, "What the lord wants is only for Ye Qianlang to die. Qingli should offer it!"

The young man outside kept shouting, Ye Qianlang neither looked annoyed nor said a word, just turned to look at Mu He.

Even looking at it so coldly made one feel a sense of shame. Seeing the white light flashing in the opponent's palm, Mu He knew something was wrong, so he hurriedly winked and called the guards in the mansion.

It doesn't matter if people don't come, Ye Qianlang's eyes suddenly turned red, and he killed one person with his palm.Then the rabbits rose and the falcons fell, and the killing spree took place. The Xiuchun Saber's blade was directed at all corpses that hadn't died in peace.

Commander Ye was concentrating on killing and creating karma, but he didn't realize that there was a person watching him with bated breath from behind the screen.

Seeing that Ye Qianlang almost killed the guards who besieged him, the man took a black cloth and covered his eyes.

Listen to him whispering: "It's a pity."

At the same time, the hall door was slammed shut, and the mechanism of the mica screen was touched instantly, and it was moved away——behind the screen was full of golden statues of Buddha statues, skillfully lit rows of candles, and arranged several mercury mirrors. At the same time, tens of thousands of lights were turned on, so bright that it was difficult to open one's eyes.

Mu He had already fallen to the ground in fright. Seeing that the mechanism was activated, he ignored the golden light and shouted loudly: "Save me with one knife!"

"It's pretty good looking, but it's a pity that the complexion is not very good."

The voice fell to the ground and the long knife was cut out at the same time, the sound of the knife was clanging, and the wind was buzzing.

Ye Qianlang was dazzled by the golden light in the room for a moment, he didn't see the knife light, but he heard the voice was mellow and thick, very familiar and kind, obviously it was from an old friend.

Even if he hesitated for a moment, he raised his arm to block again, it was already too late.

Although the Ming Suo knife hadn't been sharpened, but because the internal force poured into the knife was unparalleled, it easily folded Ye Qianlang's Xiuchun knife on the ground.

I have long been used to fighting people without looking at things, taking advantage of the situation and counterattacking with a knife, using the fierce knife intent to go straight up——

A pour of blood was splashed on the golden statue of Sakyamuni, and a bloody arm was broken beside the Buddha seat.

There was severe pain at the severed arm, and the blood gushed out, but Ye Qianlang still didn't want to stand still, seeing the long knife stabbing at his chest without hesitation, and it seemed that he couldn't dodge, so he stretched out his single arm to hold the blade, Resist stubbornly.

The two of them could be regarded as equals, if they were really fighting for life and death, it would be like what Ye Qianlang asserted when they first met, the winner would not be determined after [-] moves, even though he was bound to die, the opponent would never be able to retreat completely.But at this moment, he lost one arm, obviously he had lost the game and broke the balance of power between the two sides. In addition, he lost too much blood and lost his vital energy, which made the two of them far apart.

With a single blow to the city, he urgently urged the internal force in his hands, using the footwork of "changing wind and thousands of miles", and stepped forward rapidly.

He took a step back when the other party took a step forward, Ye Qianlang also struggled with all his strength, but the blade in his hand became slippery and difficult to hold, the skin on the palm was cut torn, and the cuff was soaked in blood.

One keeps pushing forward, one keeps retreating, one wants to put the opponent to death, and the other wants to survive death.

After retreating a few feet away, my back slammed against the wall, and there was no way out.

"Even if I look bad, I... like it very much."

He said he liked it, but the strength of the hand holding the saber suddenly changed, and the blood light on the saber swirled for a moment, like a waterfall in a thousand ravines, it was thrilling.

The ferocious saber intent came straight at him, stabbing the palm of the hand, piercing the yang pool of the wrist, and crossing the patio of the elbow. Every time the meridians of the remaining arm were broken, the tip of the knife would get closer to the chest.

The point of the knife was about to sink into the chest, as if God was joking, the blindfolded black cloth fell off suddenly, revealing those beautiful and affectionate eyes.

His muscles and bones were all broken, and his clothes were stained with blood, but with a breath of real energy, he held on to the blade firmly, yet when his eyes met, he was able to laugh out loud.

Perhaps the deadline is approaching, and a beautiful scene suddenly appeared in front of my eyes: in the fragrant mist, between the clear and clear water, the two people's white shirts were soaked, they buried their heads in each other's necks, hugging each other tightly, Kiss and bite...

Just galloping together immediately, teaming up to break the formation under the moon, lingering in the water, those clearly vivid scenes are nothing but a joke after all.

After laughing two or three times, a large mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth, splashing on the Mingzuo knife.

"Like is like, only this one, I didn't lie to you."

Or for a moment, I couldn't bear it, and the blade sank three inches into my chest, and suddenly stopped there.

"No need..." As soon as he uttered a word, he spat out another mouthful of blood. Ye Qianlang raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him. There was no trace of resentment or fear on his face, nor was there a trace of begging for mercy. His eyes were as straight as cold pools. The stagnant water was horribly silent, "Ye Mou... doesn't like human feelings..."

"Ye Qianlang..." Kou Biancheng frowned slightly, and called out to him, as if he wanted to say something more, but the words came to his lips, feeling quite useless, and in the end he just sighed softly, "That's all."

Clutching Ye Qianlang's shoulders with one hand, he hugged him into his arms, while with the other hand he condensed his whole palm, and gently pushed behind the handle of the knife.

There was a fierce killing sound outside the door, it was obvious that Jin Yiwei and the chieftain's mansion were in full swing; but inside the door there was only a soft chirp, the Suming Saber passed through the chest, and a blood-red blade pierced through the back of the heart.

Kou Biancheng was also covered in sticky blood, he hugged the person in his arms tightly for a moment, before he pulled out the blade and laid Ye Qianlang flat on the ground.

Wiping the blood from his lips, before the thin lips were completely cold, he kissed him again.

"One knife, Ye Qianlang is really not your opponent—" Seeing Ye Qianlang's death, Mu He was overjoyed, and hurriedly staggered to his feet from the ground.

However, before the person approached, Kou Biancheng suddenly condensed his five fingers and turned his wrist sharply, throwing a cold air from his sleeve——

"One knife, you...you..."

Without waiting for Mu He to say a complete sentence, he used Wu Yin Burning Heart Jue's palm technique to strike him to death with two consecutive palms.

At the same time, the hall door opened again, a pair of childish hands were holding each other, and the backlight stood at the door.

Under the sun, there were two dead bodies, and the dust settled.