In the Blade

Yazhou, Qixing Pavilion.

This was originally the residence of the monk Cai Yuankui for hard cultivation. After the officials imposed heavy taxes and the people were living in poverty, this place became Cai Yuankui's base camp for sheltering the people - and Cai Yuankui himself also called himself the Heavenly Lord of Savior of Suffering, and traveled all over Yazhou.

But unlike that resounding name, Cai Yuankui practiced the secret method of evil cultivation.

Of course, in Cai Yuankui's opinion, this was just normal alchemy, but the materials he made were not easy for others to understand. But he didn't think about asking others to understand, anyway, it was his own business.

But in the past few days, he met someone who could understand him.

The scholar knew a lot and was willing to make medicine with him - but the most important thing was that the scholar could fully understand what he did. This was not just an ordinary agreement, the scholar really believed that the elixir they made could make people ascend to heaven and fly up to the sky.

"It's done! It's done!"

When the pot of medicine was refined, the scholar seemed more excited than him.

But just when Cai Yuankui thought that the scholar might get the moon first and snatch his chance to become an immortal, the pot of medicine was delivered to him.

The scholar did not snatch the medicine, but chose to share it with him.

This touched Cai Yuankui a little.

After swallowing the medicine, Cai Yuankui sat cross-legged and began to prepare for his ascension.

But immediately, the blood overflowing from his mouth and nose made Cai Yuankui realize that this pot of medicine had no effect except to kill him.

"Why..."

Looking at the blade that was coming towards him, Cai Yuankui couldn't even lift the magic sword for a while.

He never understood until his death why that close friend wanted to harm him.

...

Massachusetts, Jishishan.

Mazhou is full of mountains and forests, so it is easy for bandits to hide. The most powerful of these bandits is the iron-faced Shura Yan Sanhu. After all, some time ago, Yan Sanhu held a steel whip and bloodbathed the Three States Governor's Office, causing chaos in the entire Shu Road. His majestic appearance is simply the dream of the bandits.

But only Yan Sanhu knows that the Dachen court will not let him go.

He has already done this, and the Dachen court will never let him go. When the army arrives, it will definitely be a hard battle-so these days he has been preparing for war and training his martial arts, just to kill and scare those officers and soldiers.

Every bandit knows that only by showing his ferocity and making others afraid of him can he survive better.

"So you are the messenger sent by the little emperor?"

Looking at the gentle young man in front of him, Yan Sanhu narrowed his eyes.

"Although the two armies do not kill the envoys in battle, you'd better watch your words. I'm a little tempted to use your skull as a bowl."

"Your Majesty the King of Shu is joking. How dare I criticize your Majesty the King of Shu?"

The gentle young man looked a little timid, obviously afraid of Yan Sanhu's fierce momentum.

But the words that came out of his mouth made Yan Sanhu stunned.

"What did you say...? What did you call me just now?"

"Your Majesty the King of Shu, or the Emperor of Shu, you can call me whatever you want."

The young man still looked frightened and weak.

"The young man of Southern Chen has lost his morals and has lost the support of the people. You are the real king! Just looking at this face, you must be a big man!"

"I... eh?"

Even though Yan Sanhu had seen a lot of storms, he couldn't help but be a little dazed at this moment.

Originally, he thought he would fight to the death with the officers and soldiers of Da Chen, but the other party was really afraid of him and even acknowledged that he was the emperor?

Who else should he fight?

Yan Sanhu thought there was a trick, and he even tried to chase the officers and soldiers, but those officers and soldiers retreated and did not dare to confront him. They even surrendered and called him the real emperor of Shu.

This also made Yan Sanhu more confused.

Everyone was afraid of him, as if everything was over, he no longer needed to fight, and he could survive without fighting.

It was already like this, who else could he fight?

"If your majesty is interested, why not try to fight him?"

Just when Yan Sanhu was bored and drinking strong liquor in the hall, the gentle young man brought back a strong man.

"It's also good as an after-drinking entertainment program."

"Also... OK?"

Yan Sanhu picked up his steel whip for the first time in a long time.

But what he faced was a wide boring rake.

Until the boring rake pierced his chest and abdomen, Yan Sanhu didn't understand why he had become weaker after becoming the emperor of Shu?

…

The Rongzhou Spear Club was originally a loose gathering of Rongzhou local residents to practice martial arts. It was because the tax collectors were too oppressive a few days ago that the leader of the Spear Club, Ma Xian, took action and shot the tax collector with a spear.

After shooting the tax collector with a spear, Ma Xian knew that this matter could not be resolved peacefully. So in order to maintain the peace of Rongzhou, after the military master came, he picked five more military masters in a row, so that the court would also know what the consequences of forcing people too much would be.

You know, Rongzhou is located in the northwest, and life is not easy. Who can bear it if they are fighting to death every day?

"I do all this for my fellow villagers!"

With his spear in hand and his horse in hand, Ma Xian decided to protect this land.

This land needs him and needs him to stand up.

At least that's what Ma Xian thought at the beginning.

But recently, it has become another story. The officers and soldiers not only stopped collecting food and wages, but also issued money and food, and the tax collectors went door to door to apologize, saying that they would never dare to do it again. For a time, everyone praised Ma Xian's reputation, saying that he was simply a hero of Rongzhou.

But only Ma Xian himself was a little confused.

It seemed that the matter was resolved like this?

Then who should he fight?

"Why don't you try to fight him."

A man with wide robes and big sleeves appeared in front of Ma Xian.

And beside him, a crazy monk with a long stick was grinning.

"Fight him?"

Looking at the crazy monk in front of him, Ma Xian was a little confused.

"Why should I fight him?"

But just this moment of hesitation, the oncoming nine-section long whip had already smashed Ma Xian's head.

...

In Yangzhou City, in the Governor's Mansion.

Li Nanfeng, a petty official, was pacing in the mansion, admiring the beautiful scenery in the garden while chatting and laughing with the empty space beside him - everyone saw that he was talking to himself, but no one dared to step forward to point it out.

The reason was simple, because in Li Nanfeng's eyes, the person standing next to him was his wife.

His wife was standing there, how could anyone not see it?

"I really can't see it..."

Just as Li Nanfeng was about to take his wife out to eat at some familiar shops, an old voice sounded in front of him.

"Isn't there no one around you? What are you doing talking to yourself here?"

"My wife is right next to you, can't you see it?"

Li Nanfeng narrowed his eyes, and his right hand was already on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"If your eyes are useless..."

"Your wife is really not by your side, because I just rescued her from the general's mansion."

In front of Li Nanfeng, the old man dressed as a rich man raised his hand and pointed to his side.

"If you don't believe me, look, isn't this your wife?"

"What..."

Li Nanfeng's eyes widened in shock.

It was indeed his wife who appeared in front of him. Although she looked a little haggard, he could never forget this face - but when he looked to the side, he saw the same face. The two people looked exactly the same!

How is it possible? How could he have two wives?

"Impossible, impossible... How could you be fake? How could you be fake?"

Saying this, Li Nanfeng raised his hand and gently touched his beloved wife who had been with him day and night for the past few days.

His hand passed through the figure.

"You miss her too much and have accumulated worries and become ill."

Seeing this scene, the old man couldn't help but sigh.

"Well, this time I came here to help others... Your wife is right in front of you, why don't you recognize her quickly?"

"I, I, I, I, I..."

Li Nanfeng didn't know how he walked over. He just felt that his whole body was trembling.

Some dusty memories were finally recalled with the appearance of people.

"I'm sorry for making you suffer..."

Li Nanfeng hugged his wife tightly, and the two cried with joy.

At the same time, a heavy shield flew over the necks of the two people, making their heads fly up together.

"Two pieces of trash."

A short man walked out from behind the old man and kicked the two headless bodies into the pond in the garden.

Then he picked up the big shield and looked back at the old man dressed as a rich man.

"Our job may be the easiest... How about it, Mr. Qian, where are we going next?"

"Let's go to Yizhou to avenge my poor child."

The old man named Qian Yu had a blank expression on his face, but his eyes had already turned to the direction of Yizhou.

That was where the chaos started, and it was also the burial place of his son Qian Jin.

So what did the master of Yizhou want?

The second update is here. I'm going to rest today as a healthy person. Good night, everyone.

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