The Lord who use immortals as food

The hour of Yin had not yet passed, the sky was clear, and the light color of the edge was about to appear.

It was just after midnight, and it was not pitch dark, but the solid objects were all shadows of indistinguishable color. The cold and steep branches pierced the sky, and the tall red walls of the Xiang Mansion were covered with a layer of darkness.

They were illuminated by a flame supported by a bright candle. A large black carriage was waiting in front of the door in the alley. The door was open, and on both sides were eight knights lined up in an orderly manner, each holding a torch.

Footsteps came from the courtyard and gradually reached the gate. The man in red clothes put one hand on the door frame, then leaned on it, turned back and whispered: "Uncle, when you pass Shaolong, you must remember to go and see the snow scenery of Dakongtong. It is really a white jade sky."

This nephew looked drunk. Last night, several old friends in purple clothes drank and talked in the house until midnight. He drank the most. Li Du withdrew his gaze from his face, exhaled lightly, and the white mist dissipated in the cold winter wind in an instant.

This is the earliest moment of the early morning of the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month. The flavor of the New Year has become hot in the street market, but at this time there is only silence and desolation. The farewell has passed. Li Du stepped through this gate for the last time in his life. When he came to the carriage he usually rode, he inexplicably stopped for a moment.

He tightened his cloak, waved his hand to send two maids holding umbrellas into the carriage, and raised his hand to pull the reins beside him. The old general in plain clothes quickly dismounted and helped him get on with some fear and helplessness.

Li Du raised his hand and pulled the reins, as if he wanted to draw some strength from the old arms. The black horse under his crotch moved slightly, and the long-tamed strong body seemed very gentle and obedient.

"I haven't seen my uncle riding a horse for a long time. People say that the young master of the Li family was the top scholar in the parade, but my nephew was not lucky enough to see it." Li Hanfei smiled and ordered to the side, "Give my uncle a warm jade."

Li Du sat upright on the saddle, looking straight at the end of the alley above everyone's sight. This perspective seemed a little familiar and strange.

In fact, when he was young, he always rode alone. When the whole city just began to wake up, he had already galloped to the imperial city. The journey was only a little more than a quarter of an hour. He had walked this road to court for decades.

However, perhaps because he was old or tired, he never rode on horseback again after he started riding. Later, he even rarely lifted the curtains. When he did, he could only see a corner.

Now that he is sitting on horseback again, the alleys he used to go in and out every day are unfolding to him from the perspective of decades ago, giving him a rare new experience at his age.

Li Du pulled the reins and looked back, saying in a calm voice: "I was inspired this morning, so I wrote a poem on the carriage and sent someone to bring it to you."

Li Hanfei stroked his hand and smiled: "Then your nephew will wait for your uncle's calligraphy in front of the door."

A man wearing a sword came to the side of the dismounted old general and reported in a low voice: "Master Hong, the gate guard has been handed over. General Qi asked me to wish you a good future..."

The man with a gun raised his hand slightly to stop him: "Is the convoy outside the city gate ready?"

"Master Zhang has finished the arrangements and is ready to drive; General Yang Juhu will personally lead 200 soldiers to accompany him and is waiting immediately..."

"You and Huang'er are in the court, and you see each other more often on weekdays. Don't be unfamiliar with each other as brothers and sisters." Li Du glanced at him, "Then I'll go. See you when I return to Xilong."

Li Hanfei stood up straight with some swaying and bowed.

Li Du drove the horse, and after a few steps, several people in green followed quietly. Before the sky rose, the former prime minister who had just resigned left Beijing in plain clothes. The huge convoy was waiting for him outside the city.

The cold air made the brick walls of the alley seem harder. The winter morning in Chang'an was as clear as ever. The dry and bare branches twisted in the cold blue night. Li Du had not scanned these scenes so frequently for a long time.

Turning out of the long alley, he also left Dongbafang and came to a colder and wider street. There were no high walls and alleys to block the winter wind. The biting cold air lifted Li Du's hood and forehead hair. The personal assistant behind him immediately stepped forward and bowed his head to support his true energy for him. Li Du waved his hand to indicate that it was not necessary. He turned his head to take two breaths and squinted his eyes in the cold wind to look forward.

The cold stars were fading, the moon was high and small, the street was bleak, there were only a few pedestrians, the shadow of the old locust tree on the street was still hunched there, the shops on both sides were tightly closed at this time, Li Du had walked this road in front of his home for decades, tens of thousands of times, the first time he stepped on it was the first time he put on the official clothes, and now it was the first time he took it off.

There was no court today, otherwise there should be a few official clothes on the street at this time.

Li Du looked ahead with indifferent eyes, and he was not too depressed and angry to take off this phase. Sometimes he had to understand that the five surnames were the masters of the Tang Dynasty, but the Tang Dynasty had more than one master. The officialdom was turbulent, and victory and defeat were common.

Moreover, he had been in this highest position for ten years. Since he lost, he left. Last night, Li Hanfei talked about the snow and plum blossoms in Xilong, which made him miss it for the first time, and his thoughts flew thousands of miles away.

Of course, he was reluctant to leave this bustling city that never sleeps, and he especially missed the girl he met by chance in the alley of Qianyue. Even if he was in such a position of power, such pure innocence was not always possible.

He liked to rub and crush the tender plum blossoms since he was a child.

But returning to that hometown at this age might not be a perfect destination.

People don’t live enough, and they cherish their lives when they are old. With the practice of health preservation, Buddhist cultivation, and the magic of elixir, even if he is an ordinary person, he can live to two sixty years.

He has been standing in front of the Five Surnames stage for ten years. To be honest, standing opposite that woman is a life-threatening matter. He has to be accompanied by Xuanmen and Tianlou... After all, she has emerged from several lives and deaths. , it’s hard to say how unreasonable it is to dare to take risks. The sword light in Huanlou that night really gave him chills for a moment, as if he saw the downcast eyes of the woman behind the young man.

But luckily she's not that crazy yet.

Taking off the official clothes now is actually taking off the heavy armor, stepping down from the stage of swords, guns, swords and halberds, leaving the blood that has yet to be seen to this huge city.

Touching the beads on his wrist, he suddenly thought about the dozens of Buddhist monks with profound Dharma that he had ordered to bring with him to Daci'en Temple yesterday. However, he did not consider the reward during the conversation, and did not know whether the matter was accomplished or not. This matter was more important to him than the more than 100 chariots and horses. He had committed three karmic retributions in the past two months, but only two of them had been repaid. The other one still needed the explanation and presiding over by the eminent monk...

Li Du slowly thought about it, and the horses' hooves were moving very slowly. The two riders in front were leading the way with torches, and there was a scolding voice: "Noble chariots and carriages, keep strangers away."

All karma will be repaid, and the interpretation of Buddhism is in line with the only Haotian. Li Du believes that every time he worships the Buddha, he truly understands the will of heaven, and his karma will naturally be eliminated. Many people with the same five surnames are actually blind and do not understand. If you act recklessly, there is a risk of retribution...

"Stop, I'm talking about you." The guide stopped.

Li Du moved his eyes over and saw that he was a man wearing a hooded hood. He was not even wearing warm clothes in winter. His body was covered with fluttering thin clothes. He seemed to have a small sack tied around his waist. He was holding a folding fan-length device in his hand. Nothing but nothing else.

This man was probably standing under the wall just now, walking over from the side, and the guide didn't notice it in time.

For the past three days, there have always been some low-level officials waiting for him here, but he often left on his own in the chariot. Li Du didn't know why this person knew that he was leaving Beijing at this time, or whether it just happened to happen, but he also didn't know. Da Da was willing to pay attention and looked towards the south in the direction of Ci'en Temple.

But the man did not immediately tell him his position name. He walked straight over and flicked the head of the horse that was blocking the road. The horse moved aside very docilely. The green-clothed guard was startled immediately, and Li Du looked over. The old man behind him drove his horse forward with great sensitivity: "Hey, you..."

The man also held down his horse's head. It was a very clean and strong hand with young skin. Only then did Hong Xingping notice a clean bamboo stick between his fingers. Almost at the same time, he saw It was clear what the short pestle held in the other hand of the person was... It was made of metal, wrapped with wire, and had two wings sticking out from the end, but where the blade should have been, there was only a black jade ring in the shape of a dragon.

——This is a sword hilt!

The man held his horse's head and looked up at him. The expressionless face under the hood reflected in his pupils, clear and clean, and it was a close encounter. For a moment, Hong Xingping's heart felt like thousands of needles were piercing it. Blood surged into his body. A voice with a different tone was squeezed out of his throat, and the spear on his back jumped into his hand like a dragon.

He narrowed his pupils and roared: "Protect Li Xiang!!"

Li Du was stunned, his mind went blank at this moment. The horse under his crotch had been pulled forward by Qing Yi, and he was staggered by the sudden force. Only then did he realize that he had not recovered. The feeling of losing control of one's body was foreign to the ability to control such a powerful beast at a young age.

But the even stranger scene was the next moment, the warm blood splashed faster than the horse's speed, splashing onto his cheek from behind in an instant, and the loud smell hit his nostrils and tongue, and rushed straight into his brain.

Behind him was a young voice that he had heard somewhere before. Li Du turned around subconsciously. The man in the hood rose in the air and pulled out a sharp sword from the air. He lowered his eyes and looked at Hong Xingping's angry expression. Face, he whispered: "You didn't dare to go to Xichi with the Law Shou Order and hundreds of thousands of forbidden armors, but now you dare to stop in front of me alone?"

Either he had just said this, or he had already said it halfway. In Li Du's eyes, the old man still held the gun in his hand, and blood was already shooting out of his throat. It flew into the air, and suddenly became this cold and desolate street. The only bright touch of color on it.

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Li Du's whole body was as stiff as iron. He opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. He only let out a trembling scream when the sword-wielding figure swept over and held down his horse's head. However, the sword blade did not cut his head. Throat, the young man held the reins, and when he turned over and landed on the ground, the two Tsing Yi swords were pointing at his heart and throat at the same time.

The hand and forearm that pulled up the reins were so strong that they completely stopped the horse's running momentum and held it in place. The sleeve slipped down, and the young arm was pulsating in front of Li Du's eyes, and the blood was pulsating as it touched the hem of his clothes.

It was at this moment that Li Du saw the face next to the horse's head clearly. The sleeve holding the sword was like burning. A quiet blue flame enveloped the hand holding the sword, and his face was like a ghost fire. He was so quiet, and his cheeks were enough to identify him—it was that young man.

..."Old thief, I will cut off your head sooner or later."

The words he had never heard before strangled his heart and lungs like a curse. Li Du seemed to wake up from the sudden change and realized his situation at this moment with a chill.

His teeth were trembling. At this moment, he thought that maybe he should jump off the horse, but his legs were so stiff that he couldn't move. The weakness of the old and weak had never been more real than before. He could hardly move any of his limbs.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, gold and iron clashed. The two swords that had just come to rescue were repulsed in the blink of an eye. The young man's left arm firmly held his reins and strode diagonally forward.

Four people in green clothes came running at the same time, and at the same time, a guard shouted angrily: "Someone has assassinated Prime Minister Li!"

However, in an instant, three arrows of blood splashed onto his lap and legs, and when they seeped in, they were already cold and sticky.

These so-called top swordsmen in the world, the first-class swordsmen in the world, and the Tsing Yi guards who had served in the house for more than ten years, fell like grass and grass under the sword of this young man.

"You...you..." Li Du didn't know what he was going to say, but his instinct to ask for help made him speak. He looked at the familiar face of this young man. His expression was just calm, but after being stained with blood, he looked more like a demon. .

However, the young man didn't seem to hear his trembling voice at all, and he led the horse and strode towards the street.

Suddenly, a sword from Tsing Yi appeared beside him. He was the oldest swordsman among the attendants and the most experienced in fighting. He glared at the young man and killed him, while the remaining Tsing Yis around him rushed towards him at the same time.

This astonishing offensive made Li Du hold his breath. He lowered his eyes and looked at the arm on the reins, waiting for it to loosen before he immediately drove the horse. However, it seemed to be cast to death. The young man in front of the horse's head had no expression on his face. With one hand he firmly controlled Li Du's horse and walked forward, while with the other hand he used his single sword to fend off all the incoming swords like a ghost.

Gold and iron clashed, the shadow of the sword flashed coldly, the white blade brushed past his throat, and his sword pierced the attacker's chest the next moment. A fierce bloody battle was right in front of him, but there was no hesitation in the pace of the horse. There were only streaks of blood splashing in Qing Yi's throat, and within a few breaths, these people had fallen to the ground.

The last man in Tsing Yi was about to escape, but the young man flew the sword in his hand and nailed it into the back of his neck.

The right arm with sleeves like burning became silent at this time, only swaying in the cold wind, like the last swaying tail flame.

Pei Ye led Li Du to the street. This was an alley, in front of a store. Deep in the alley, there were faintly flying horse hooves. At this time, Li Du finally condensed a sentence in his mind, Squeezed out from his throat: "I...I...I am no longer in my position..."

At this moment, Pei Ye set his pace, loosened the reins, grabbed Li Du's chest and pulled him off the horse without even using his true energy.

He pushed Li Du down on the wooden platform in front of the steps, took out the greasy black butcher's knife that was stuck on the side, opened Li Du's old jaw, and put the blade against his throat.

The galloping horse hooves in the alley were getting closer and closer. The old man struggled fiercely at this moment. His delicate embroidered clothes were covered with dust. His wrists and prayer beads rubbed against the ground, and a strange sound came from his throat. However, His chin was grabbed by the young man and he could no longer open his teeth.

Pei Ye pressed the knife and filed it, cutting off his neck bones, and then cut off the head. Then he held up its long gray hair, untied a suitably sized sack from his waist, and tied it. He carried it in his hand.

The pedestrians seen from a distance on the street were running away, and a horse on a famous horse flashed out of the alley like a flash of lightning. The rider on the horse was also wearing a dark hood, with a knife-shaped hood under it.

It galloped out of the alley on the opposite side, swept across the street in an instant, and was about to disappear from the alley. Pei Ye pulled the sack tightly, and the knight on the horse stretched out his hand. Pei Ye raised his hand to hold it. The horse's speed did not slow down, and the young man's wind cape They flipped in the air and landed on the horse's back, and the two disappeared from the street.