Volume 12 Chapter 43

A black and gold carriage is marching in Qilin lane.

An old man with thick eyebrows in a dark green ancient robe, which is not gold or jade, squints and thinks quietly.

He is Hu Chenfu. It is many things he did before the founding of the state of Yunqin that make him sit in the curtain and make the Hu family become one of the super gate Lords.

Today, Jiang Yanchi's words in front of the imperial study will surely make most of the officials in the imperial court think too much. However, in his opinion, Jiang Yanchi has fully considered the overall situation and his performance has relieved them.

In the view of the vast majority of people in the cloud and Qin Dynasty, the divine meaning means the divine will. But for these people, the rule of law is the rule of law. If the performance and status of the eldest grandson Jinshe can surpass the former Emperor in their mind, they will naturally implement any will of the eldest grandson Jinshe without hesitation.

The bottom line is there.

For these old people, the bottom line is the word "auxiliary minister". No matter what power they have, they are always ministers, and they must always admit that Yunqin belongs to the changsun family.

On the emperor's side, the bottom line is that misfortune can't exterminate the nation or children.

This is not a tacit agreement, but the oral instruction that the first emperor died of illness and called nine of them and his eldest grandson Jinshe to the Dragon bed.

Twenty years before the founding of the state of Yunqin, the whole practitioner of Yunqin was not as good as the present 11. The whole Yunqin Yue was of low value of force, and the battle was often more dangerous. From a middle state, the world's largest empire would be defeated. I don't know how many unimaginable battles would have to go through. The Jianghu people in the marketplace would be able to make friends with the emperor, and the identity and strength of the emperor before he became the emperor Low, it can also be imagined that the night of heavy rain in the long lane night attack, this kind of battle in the marketplace, it is not twice. It's not only Jiang Yanchi, but also the other eight old people, who can melt away some of the glory and wealth of the first emperor's benediction for saving his life and making contributions to the founding of the country.

Before, Jinse, the eldest grandson, still adhered to the bottom line. He didn't relegate the Huang family until the old man with the surname Huang died. So even if he reached an agreement with Hu Biyi secretly, Hu Biyi betrayed the Hu family and broke the top beam of the Hu family. Hu family and the other old men in the black gold carriage didn't have any excessive rebound.

If you really don't understand the bottom line and the importance of the overall situation, I'm afraid that the first emperor and president Zhang would not allow them to sit in such a carriage.

After all, as Jiang Yanchi said, the huge empire that they are proud of now is made up of old people who have spent unimaginable cost. Their feelings for the Empire are far greater than those of ordinary officials.

However, when the emperor and Wen family retreated and Zhou Shoufu left, they seemed to have forgotten the bottom line.

There is no need for any explanation. When the emperor ordered Zhang qiuxuan and some of his accumulated strength to enter biluoling, he had already decided to kill. If he had the chance to eradicate the whole Jiang family, he would not hesitate.

It's just that he's afraid that he really forgot the fact that Jiang Yanzhi's bones are Jianghu people.

In addition to the obvious power of the criminal division, he is still the eldest brother of many old Jianghu people in the city of Zhongzhou.

So it depends on the emperor's attitude.

As long as the emperor has done the following things, people like Jiang Yanchi who have completely expressed their attitude will be merciless in Zhongzhou!

And the rest of them will certainly break with the emperor.

"Since ancient times, things have always been unbroken, but we really have to be impatient. When we all die old, it's too late to use some gentle means."

Hu Fuchen listened to the cicadas outside the carriage and whispered, looking at the wrinkles and black age spots on his hands, no matter how good the tonics and how high his accomplishments were, he thought ironically that the young emperor would not be so stupid after today's events.

However, just at this time, in the hot morning when many officials gathered outside the palace to discuss what to do, the old man with thick eyebrows in the carriage seemed to have two groups of fire suddenly burning.

Just after his black gold carriage, he followed a big red top sedan chair. At that time, the sedan chair suddenly shook. All four servants carrying the sedan chair groaned. An old man, like a hand like a topaz claw, lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, as if he was letting the breath from some place into the sedan chair, or waiting for the order of the black gold carriage 。

"Go to Changming Lane! The fastest! "

Hu Fuchen's shrill cheers suddenly sounded. At the moment of sounding, the topaz hand that lifted the curtain of the sedan chair disappeared. Because the master of this hand has turned into a yellow streamer, making a sharp sound of breaking the air and plunging towards the south.

All the golden runes on the black and gold carriage began to shine, with a golden flash like a wandering thread.

The whole body seemed to suddenly lighten countless times, dragging the horse of the carriage, and began to run crazily.

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seven black and gold carriages have returned to their own ways, far from the imperial city.

In the huge Zhongzhou City, these seven huge and majestic black gold carriages are only seven drops of water.

All the officials in front of the palace were shocked, angry, hesitating, worried or weeping. However, Zhongzhou city outside the palace area was still peaceful and peaceful.

Some people are collecting scrap metal from the streets, some are gathering a lot of children with the help of sugar pinchers, and they are beginning to heat up sugar. Many people are just entering the breakfast shop. Some want to lie down and are shouted by their mother-in-law However, it seems that in this moment, just like a calm lens is broken, in these calmness, there are suddenly many sharp cracks, cutting blood, wind and thunder.

In Changming lane, the black gold carriage where Jiang Yanchi is has stopped.

Dozens of people gathered outside the black gold carriage were cold and furious.

The sound of the powerful machine spring and the sharp sound of the rain like cold crossbow tearing the air were painful, and they shot at the black gold carriage from all directions.

In front of the black and gold carriage stood a man with white hair over his shoulder and a white mask.

A clear dragon chant, in the moment of the sound of the powerful machine spring, followed by a middle-aged scholar in a blue shirt beside the black and gold carriage on foot with a long sword buzzing and vibrating scabbard, turned into a green haze in the air, swept away the half fallen metal crossbow arrow, and in a flick of the fingers, it was suddenly several times faster, and cut to the strange white hair mask on the road ahead Walker.

Li Zhenshi, a brother who has experienced countless stabbing battles with Jiang Yanchi, has died in the Prajna corridor.

Xu Tianwang, who has just broken through the holy rank, has also died.

However, people like Jiang Yanchi still have great masters and powerful swordsmen.

Under the cold and reflective crossbow, dozens of servants outside the black and gold carriage did not fall.

Although the sword light like Qingxia is fast, it still takes a kind of leisure breath and flies to the practitioner with white hair and white mask.

The white hair of the practitioner suddenly all floated up.

The middle-aged scholar in the green shirt of the imperial sword breathed heavily.

The white hair of countless silk is like countless tiny arms, twinkling with the sword light like the green haze!

As soon as the breath of the scholar in the green shirt shakes, the light of the sword is like a large amount of green ink, cutting off countless white hairs that are more tenacious than steel needles in an instant.

However, in this moment, countless practitioners with broken white hair have turned around.

He had a short golden hammer in his hand.

A bang of "Dang".

The golden short hammer struck heavily on the green Xia flying sword.

A sunflower of golden lightning spreads along the thin sword.

The sword fell heavily to the ground.

"Poof", a blood mist came out of the scholar's mouth.

Although the flying sword is separated from the practitioner's body, it is closely related to the body's soul force when the sage is fully controlling the sword. If this hammer breaks down his flying sword, it will definitely hurt him.

This kind of injury can't be fatal naturally.

However, at this time, a man holding Xiao standing beside him stretched out his hand and pulled out a long thorn from Xiao. Just when his mouth was spraying blood, he pierced the heart of his mouth. It was as sharp and thin as the white fine thorn of a beautiful woman's tail finger, penetrating the heart of the saint and coming out from the chest!

An angry roar came out of the black gold carriage.

It's normal for powerful practitioners to fight with each other in life and death. Even the holy master is prepared to be injured. However, it's not a strong opponent who kills the holy master, but his own people!

The blue shirt scholar didn't expect that his trusted colleague would become an assassin. He launched a decisive counterattack between unbelievable panic and anger, and the moment he knew that he was going to die. All the soul power in his body gushed out from the five fingers.

Hold Xiao man's face color becomes blood red, the body is flying back, the short Xiao in the hand becomes five sections.

In his perception, he has been able to avoid the last counterattack of the blue shirt scholar.

However, just then, several shrill cicadas rang out.

On a tree beside the road, several yellow cicadas, who had been silent, all burst open in their abdomen. Suddenly, there were several cracks in their hearts that could not be seen by outsiders, and his whole body froze.

He knew that Jiang Yanzhi was a powerful practitioner. However, after the founding of the state, no one had ever seen Jiang Yanzhi's hand, but no one knew that his accomplishments were so powerful and weird.

Five nearly exhausted sword Qi swept his body. The body of the man who assassinated a holy master turned into many parts and fell from the air.

Blood was spreading in the air and underground.

The air around the black and gold carriage suddenly twisted with naked eyes.

In front of the black gold carriage, there was a tinkling sound of fingers hitting the metal blade, while the side and back of the black gold carriage only heard a strange buzzing.

The man of practice, whose white hair has been completely cut off, snapped and the white mask on his face cracked, revealing an old face with no nose, only two nostrils with white bones.

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(tomorrow, there will be some bookfriends group management and friends coming to Wuxi... Party and discuss this year's red flower club and crime fans offline activities. This year, we are going to hold two bookfriends offline parties. I don't have any experience, but I want to make it more formal and interesting... I have friends coming from afar, so I have a little less time to code. No accident. From tomorrow to the 20th, I'll update them back to two chapters first. If there are any more