[Comprehensive] Wearing the martial arts world to be the emperor

The night is like a curtain, and the waning moon is in the sky.

He flicked the sword in his hand, and the bright red liquid slid down the blade to the ground.

The corpse not far away is slowly getting colder, the blood is cold, the sword is cold, and his expression is also cold.

The person he killed was named Tong Mingxin, a gangster who did all kinds of crimes, and his pair of "soul hooks" were very good in the Jianghu, and they were ranked among the first-class masters.Countless people died at his hands.

The richest man in Jinling, Wu Daping, known as "Sai Mengchang" in Jianghu, was wiped out overnight by him, all the gold, silver and treasures were taken away, and the whole Zhuangzi was completely burned down by a big fire. .

It took him half a year to find out who the murderer was, and another half a year to find out the whereabouts of the murderer, and then lurked for three days to kill him in one fell swoop.

It's not without a price, the price is the long gash on the back, which is still oozing blood.

The green eyes were icy and cold, calm like stagnant water.

He carefully wiped off the blood on the sword, then put the sword back into its sheath, turned and left, without looking at the corpse on the ground, nor did he intend to treat the wound.

The wilderness is lonely, the cry of the night owl is shrill and strange, the pale moonlight shines brightly, and the night is thicker...

More than ten years have passed, and Taiyuan Mansion is still the same Taiyuan Mansion, only more prosperous, more lively, and more vibrant.

Because of the famous God of War, King Jing'an of the Song Dynasty guarded it, the prosperity here is second only to Bianliang, and there are countless merchants.

Leng Xue asked for a bowl of noodles, and sat quietly by the window. There was a lot of bustle and bustle outside, and they had a cup of coffee downstairs, but everything seemed to have nothing to do with him.

His face was cold, his green eyes were unwavering, and he was withdrawn and arrogant, as if there was an invisible barrier separating him from the surrounding environment.

When he was halfway through eating, he suddenly felt something, put his left hand on the hilt of his waist warily, and shot his sharp eyes towards the stairs.

The light blue oversized gown, the unparalleled handsome face, the elegant and cool temperament, every move can be painted.

He loosened his eyebrows, slowly let go of the hand holding the sword, and then - continued to eat noodles.

The visitor walked over, sat opposite him, didn't call anything, just watched him eat with his chin propped up.

It wasn't until the bottom of the bowl of noodles that he said slowly, "Since you're here, why don't you go to my place? At least I can treat you to a good meal instead of a bowl of clear noodles without oil and water."

Cold Blood pushed away the bowl and chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and did not speak.

Gu Xichao naturally knew his temperament, and was not annoyed when he saw him like this, but continued: "A corpse appeared on the outskirts of Xicheng, and it has been confirmed that it is Tong Mingxin, the 'soul hook'. So, you killed the person?"

Cold-blooded silence, silence is acquiescence, and he doesn't need to deny it.

Gu Xichao smiled, and said with a sigh: "I haven't seen you for a few years, but you don't like to talk anymore."

The dark green eyes dimmed, and the surrounding air became inexplicably stagnant.

At this moment, bursts of high-spirited chatter came from downstairs, and the voice was so loud that even if the two of them had no internal strength, they could still hear clearly.

"What are a few Mongols, they dare to be arrogant in our Song Dynasty! Even the Jin people were driven back to their hometown in Changbai by King Jing'an, let alone a few barbarians who drink blood!"

"You can't say that. I heard that the Mongols rose very quickly. People there, young and old, can ride horses and dance like swords and spears. The folk customs are very tough and powerful!"

"No matter how powerful it is?! Is he the opponent of Song Dynasty? Is he the opponent of God of War?" The man sneered: "I'm afraid they won't dare to come, as long as they come, keep them and let them come and go!"

Everyone agreed and said yes, even those who said the Mongols were powerful at the beginning nodded and said: "They are good, but they are naturally far inferior to my Song Dynasty."

The person who spoke first took a sip of his wine and said, "It's not like before. Before the Song Dynasty, I was oppressed and beaten, and I had to live by looking at the Jin people's eyes, but now they are afraid of us! Three years ago, The tenth birthday of today’s officials, you didn’t see it, I happened to be in Bianliang at the time, it was from the Wan Dynasty to congratulate! It’s not much worse than the Zhenguan prosperity of the previous dynasty! Those golden people used to pay tribute to them in the Song Dynasty , but the gifts they sent that time reached this number!" As he spoke, he seemed to stretch out his hand and made a gesture, causing everyone to exclaim.

Seeing this, the man became even more proud, and spoke more vigorously: "Hehe, we Song Dynasty used to be useless before, but now who dares to make us angry? King Jing'an's Beixiao army leveled him first!"

Everyone nodded, "Beixiao Army is the strongest army in Song Dynasty except Cong Longwei!"

"My nephew is a soldier in the Beixiao Army. I heard that it is very strict. No wonder he is so brave and good at fighting."

……

"I heard that King Jing'an is the brother-in-law of the late emperor himself!"

The conversation downstairs fell silent for a moment because of the sudden words.

After a while, someone sighed and said: "Who said it wasn't! The former emperor was a rare wise emperor. Without him, how could the Song Dynasty be as powerful as it is today? No one dares to bully, but it's a pity..."

The man didn't continue talking, only sighed heavily again.

The atmosphere in the air became inexplicably heavy.

Leng Xue didn't continue to listen, and he didn't even feel any sadness because of these words.

The people of Song Dynasty still remember him, his devotion, and his hard work day and night. In this case, he will only be happy for him.

He pursed his lips, and said the first sentence since meeting, "When will King Jing'an go back, the official family and Shuangshuang miss you very much."

Gu Xichao paused for a moment, looked slowly out of the window, and said after a while, "I once made an agreement with the officials to make Song the most powerful country in the world. Now that the Kingdom of Jin has been destroyed, the remaining People are already huddled in Changbai Mountain, there is nothing to be afraid of, Xixia will come next, and those Mongolian tribes on the grassland are also a hidden danger."

"Are you going to destroy all the countries before going back?" Cold-blooded frowning: "Shuangshuang is almost ten years old."

Gu Xichao is extremely smart, so he immediately understood what he meant. For so many years, he had indeed neglected his only daughter.

However, he turned his head, looked straight into those calm green eyes, and said, "Why haven't you returned to Bianliang these past few years?"

The hand holding the sword trembled slightly, gritted his teeth coldly and did not answer.

Gu Xichao sighed, and said, "You and I don't want to go back to that place! You know, I've been regretting it for the past few years, why didn't I go faster at the beginning, even if I could go one morning, I wouldn't even see him for the last time But sometimes I'm very lucky, glad that I arrived one day late and didn't have to watch him die in front of me!"

"Enough!" Leng Xue shouted coldly.He watched that person die with his own eyes, and he will never forget the pain in his whole life.

Gu Xichao is naturally not an obedient person, or the person who made him obedient is dead, no one in this world can restrain him anymore.

He tapped on the edge of the table lightly, and said slowly: "He changed your and my fate, changed the fate of Da Song, no one will forget him, let alone you and me!"

……

Leng-Blood has gone, leaving only a few copper coins, which is money.

Gu Xichao propped his chin and smiled quietly. He didn't know where the other party would go next and what he would do. He only knew that there were tens of thousands of towns and villages in the Song Dynasty, and he was the only one who would not return. It is Bianliang.

He is not stupid, and his eyes are also very good. He can clearly see that Leng Xue's feelings for that person are deeper than his own.

The crowd downstairs gradually dispersed.

Gu Xichao left the restaurant and walked back slowly. Today's weather is very good, the sun is warm and warm, and it feels very comfortable on the body.Walking around are some ordinary people, and everyone has a satisfied smile on their faces.

That kind of smile seemed to infect him, and gradually warmed his heart.

As he walked, he thought, maybe one day, he can take off that military uniform and return to Bianliang with peace of mind. By then, will Xiao Shuangshuang become a big girl? !

Thinking of this, he looked forward to it.

The sky seems to be bluer, the clouds are whiter, and everything is slowly getting better...