The Lord who use immortals as food

Pei Ye picked up his sword and stood up: "Where are the prison guards stationed?"

".In the Imperial City." Xie Chuantang also reacted, stood up with his sword in hand, and strode back.

The two of them got on their horses and galloped toward the northeast. It was already daylight, and as expected, there were no stars of silver armor on the street.

Hong Xingping has been in the position of Zhonglang General for nine years.

For some people, this is a turning point, but for many others, such as Hong Xing and others, this is an impossible ceiling.

Like Li Zhao, he was born in Duanzhou, Hebei Province. He was fourteen years older than Li Zhao and entered Beijing more than ten years earlier than Li Zhao. He also came from a humble family and had nothing to rely on except his martial arts.

He also came to Beijing with the same ambition.

With his outstanding physical strength and extraordinary talent, he was quickly selected into the Sixteenth Guards. This is the Imperial Guards of the Tang Dynasty. They can lead the world's soldiers and horses, which is definitely enough for anyone to realize their ambitions.

The promotion at the beginning was very hard and rare. A recruit with no roots in a foreign country entered the camp. Even if he was extremely talented, it was difficult for him to do anything logically. After several promotions to unknown people, Hong Xingping gradually started to understand, making friends with colleagues, talking more and doing more, so on. After half a year, it finally grew very long.

When he went to the school field the next day, looking at the nine strong and upright Imperial Guards in front of him, it was almost the most exciting day for Hong Xingping.

For several days, he played with the little waist card and couldn't put it down, and wrote three letters to his hometown in a row.

In the next few years, the promotion became more and more smooth. The recruits admired him, his colleagues were friendly, and his superiors favored him. At the same time, he made great progress in his cultivation. Step by step, Hong Xingping was promoted to the rank of captain. He was appointed as the eighth rank Sige, and led one hundred and fifty men. Soldier.

He was only twenty-five years old that year.

On the first day he put on his green robe and silver armor, Hong Xingping couldn't bear to take it off for a long time when he got home at night. That night, he felt as if his dream of winning a title was within reach, and he didn't know that he had hit something invisible on his head. upper limit.

It took him six years to understand the sky above his head.

There are 750 people in the first battalion, with a total of five teams. Under this, he has been promoted under the old battalion commander. His abilities and interests are all within the same battalion. But if you want to achieve this position of leading 750 people, you will enter another world.

Later, Hong Xingping thought, in fact, that is the real world.

When the old battalion commander left, he, as the most outstanding and most popular captain in the battalion, was still unable to be promoted. Every time I asked, it was because the promotion conditions required the sixth grade of martial arts, but he had not yet reached it.

But most of the time, military honors are clearly awarded together with the rank, not to mention that he has hunted down thieves and captured many demons from different sects and evil spirits. The area under his jurisdiction is always the most orderly, and the accumulated merits have already been enough for promotion.

It wasn't until he stayed in Shenjing for a long time and reached the age of thirty that he finally figured out that the things above were not obtained through one's own efforts, but had to be given by others.

Three years later, a man named Wang Wujiao gave him the position.

The young man was only twenty-four years old, and he was having a banquet in the Dongchi Painted Boat with his official uniform half uncovered. He was only a ninth-grade Wenlin Lang, but he took him to meet with his superior Zhonglang General. Three months later, he He took command of that battalion.

Of course it takes something.

From that moment on, he almost had a smooth journey, unrealistically experiencing the high position and power he had obtained. Of course, every promotion made him satisfied. It also made him happy to see more and more people obeying his words. I am satisfied but I never feel the heaviness I felt when I first got the waistband.

To be fair, most of the time, life is no different from the past, except that he suddenly has a camp and enemies - Merchant has many previous generals that he had imagined when he was young, and now he must guard against them and attack them. They will never be allowed to take a step out of the Longwu Army.

He listened more, watched more, and thought more as if he had entered a new world, instead of practicing martial arts and studying the art of war. Those ambitions of seeking meritorious service and becoming a knight gradually rarely emerged. He used the power given to him to do the things he was told to do, falsely accusing and excluding people, treating deer like a horse, and helping those young gentlemen to abuse public affairs and private affairs.

The years passed little by little. Sometimes he looked at the figure in the mirror in a daze, and sometimes he touched his neck for no reason. Sitting with such a powerful general, he could not find the feeling of holding his head high when he was young. The older he got, this inexplicable vanity. The depression and depression kept him awake at night.

Until that day Li Zhao came to see him.

He got to know this fellow countryman, and they had drinks together several times to reminisce about old times, and they talked a lot about each other. In the past few days, he had also heard about the hotly debated carp house case.

This young man, who was less than thirty years old, was living in the sixth rank. When he stepped through the door with his sword in hand, his tall and cold figure made him feel like he had seen himself many years ago.

The first thing he said when he saw him was: "Hong Zhonglang, if you have the opportunity to take off the reins, are you willing?"

Hong Xingping really didn't find a reason to refuse at that moment.

It's been too long.

Wearing the armor given by others, holding the waistband thrown by others, and doing things for others. No matter what high position you stand in, it seems that your neck cannot be straightened. Twenty years ago, when he was hunting down evildoers, he would always draw his gun and flash his cards, and would always shout, "The guard of the left prison is here, Si Ge." But later on when he was performing his official duties, this dignified voice was always swallowed in silence.

These soldiers and horses are following your orders, but do you really dare to have your own orders?

Hong Xingping, Zhao Xingping, and Li Xingping didn't matter who they were. Whoever was willing to lie at their feet was the [Zhonglang General].

So when Li Zhaoli looked at him with bright eyes in front of the case, Hong Xingping felt the blood all over his body was boiling, and asked with a trembling voice: "What chance?"

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A good opportunity indeed.

Li Zhao is not fighting alone. Di Shaoqing of Dali Temple is the newcomer with the greatest potential in the court in the past two years. Although he is not in power now, once the case is completed, the people who were dragged off the horse will definitely make room for him. There is also support behind him, and in the foreseeable future, that person may not be Nanya Yiji.

Since the Sixteenth Guards were in Nanya, why couldn't he surrender to Duke Di?

As long as you dare to bet on this.

The struggle in Shenjing is complicated and unspeakable yet extremely simple. If he turns into a spear to attack the aristocratic family group, he will definitely receive support from the scholar class.

And he, Hong Xingping, originally came from a humble family like Li Zhao.

Do what you want to do and lead the soldiers you want to lead. At that time, Zhonglang will not be his own end; he will be his own Zhonglang general.

After Li Zhao left, Hong Xingping leaned on his chair in a daze for a long time, thinking about his youthful ambitions, thinking about the way out after the matter was over, and thinking about how many years it had been since he had such a surging desire to take the initiative to complete something.

Hong Xingping agreed and the matter turned into a promise made two days ago.

In the past two days, he secretly made countless preparations. The left prison gate guard was where he had been promoted all the way, and he had many soldiers he brought with him; as a lieutenant, he had the [Law and Order] with him; the route from the station to the West Lake , he also thought about it bit by bit many times.

It was not until noon yesterday that a close confidant said that a column of canopies had arrived at Jingzhao Mansion. He ordered them to monitor the news, but no reply came until the beginning of the afternoon.

"It's been found out. Your Excellency is Yu Sicheng's chariot and horse."

Hong Xingping's heart stopped beating for a moment: "Who?"

"Yu Sicheng, sir."

".It's over."

The confidant hesitated for a moment: "No, sir, Master Di didn't seem to compromise. After the motorcade left, Master Di set up tables and chairs in front of the office to adjudicate the unjust case of the Shenjing Taiping Cao Gang."

Hong Xingping looked at him in astonishment: "... No compromise?"

"No, sir. We can still run the Taiping Cao Gang."

"We still have to run the Taiping Cao Gang." Hong Xingping repeated, but suddenly felt a little cold all over.

".grown ups?"

".Nothing. Then continue to organize the army."

Hong Xingping felt a little dizzy the whole day. At night, he stared at the rafters, the words "Yu Sicheng" still lingering in his mind.

He had seen that face many times, and had been driven by that luxurious car many times. In the deep cold winter nights, it seemed as if the enthusiasm had faded, and a kind of fear suddenly climbed up from the bottom of his heart.

Hong Xingping worked hard to overcome it. He knew that it was just a name, and that he was arresting the Taiping Cao Gang tomorrow morning in accordance with the transfer of Xiang Nanya from the Third Division and would not violate any military regulations.

But still no use. He was no longer the low-ranking officer who held his head high in front of his superior officer and said "the place of authority". If he had bowed down in front of that train hundreds of times, how could he suddenly straighten up.

He didn't sleep a wink all night, and the next day he dressed stiffly and went out. As the departure approached, he became increasingly uneasy.

It was already agreed that the official document would be delivered to Nan Ya, and he would ride out on time at that time. Five hundred guards had been ordered and two Xuanmen adjutants were ready. However, the atmosphere in the station was still as usual, and no one noticed that a garrison was ready to go.

No one would have thought that Hong Xingping would have this trick that was bound to succeed.

Hong Xingping tried to calm down. He knew victory or defeat depended on this. As long as he got through it, he would be reborn. Of course he wanted to be as upright and upright as Li Zhao, but of course he also angrily wondered why those people could treat their power as dog food today.

Hong Xingping leaned on his seat in a daze. The sky outside the window was beginning to shine. At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the house, and the cronies monitoring the Jingzhao Mansion sent back the news: "Sir, Nanya has issued an order to seize Master Di." official position."

Hong Xingping trembled.

"But Mr. Di is still making judgments and ignores it."

"Okay, I understand." Hong Xingping maintained a dignified expression, "Go down."

The cronies retreated. Hong Xingping closed his eyes in the room and took a deep breath. He mobilized his true energy to calm his body. He looked at the sky, pursed his lips and stood up with his sword in hand.

It was almost time, and five hundred people were already waiting outside. As long as the search was completed, Hong Xingping pressed his sword and walked out of the threshold, but was suddenly stopped by a voice from the side corridor: "Where is Xingping going?"

Hong Xingping turned around stiffly and saw General Qi Wen in civilian clothes - his immediate superior and the closest retainers of the Wang family. The general was gentle by nature and did not get angry easily. His tone at this time was also very casual, as if he was asking this question after seeing him dressed so neatly.

Hong Xingping could actually answer with any excuse, but at this time his brain was frozen, and he felt that Qi Wen's eyes were cold and meaningful. Before he could speak, Qi Wen had already continued: "If there is nothing wrong, today How about you guard the east gates of the city first, and let Nian Xiu take over next time when it's your turn?"

"." Hong Xingping stiffly took the temporary warrant from the man's hand and pursed his dry lips.

Looking down, it clearly said "Temporarily send three hundred people from Xingpingti to guard the east of the city, Qiwen".

This piece of paper was like an arrow that nailed him to death. Hong Xingping looked at this handwritten order and trembled.

In fact, he had countless excuses to refuse. It was normal to change the shift. Without him, there would be others. And even if he took over the guard, it would not matter. He could send the general and other guards to go, and he would still lead the people.

Yet he had to think that this was a warning.

General Qi usually writes casually, but why is it so clear this time?

Lian Nianxiu never misses work, why did something suddenly happen today?

The Taiping Cao Gang is in the West Pond, why did they transfer him to the East Gate?

Is this the last chance that Mr. Shangguan Wang gave him?

When Xie Chuantang and Pei Ye rode their horses to the prison guard station with all their strength and rushed into Hong Xingping's public house panting, they heard such a ridiculous reason when they saw this pale man sitting in a chair in a daze.

Xie Chuantang almost wanted to pick up the inkstone and smash it in his face, especially when she knew that Lord Di was already dead or alive in order to hold on to this opportunity.

Pei Ye grabbed her arm in time, leaned forward and said solemnly: "Lord Hong, if they really know your movements, even if you stop now, how can you pretend that nothing happened? Once the bow is shot, there is no turning back. It's still not too late. Let's crush the Taiping Cao Gang together, and the matter will be settled! I will definitely keep you safe!"

Hong Xingping looked at him stiffly. These words seemed to help him sort out the clues. At this time, he wanted to stand up, but he couldn't help but look at the warrant. Xie Chuantang picked it up and tore it off, and the two men almost carried him out of the public housing.

"Hong Zhonglang, where are the five hundred soldiers?"

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"Hong Xingping!"

". I was afraid that someone would see them, so I asked them to go back to the tent and take off their armor a moment ago. I want to think about it first."

Xie Chuantang gritted his teeth in anger, and Pei Ye immediately pulled his token to greet the adjutant. The quality of the Southern Court's imperial guards was indeed excellent. Within a quarter of an hour, five hundred people were ready to go in front. At this time, there was no time for them to line up neatly. The two men just forced Hong Xingping to ride on the horse. Pei Ye handed the gun into his hand, pulled his arm and said in a deep voice: "Hong Zhonglang, don't think about the hand order. If this is successful, you will be a general in the future!"

Hong Xingping seemed to have finally regained his courage and held the gun.

"You will ride to Taiping Wharf immediately, and we will follow you-"

However, this sentence could only be said halfway.

Pei Ye looked back at the camp gate and silently let go of his hand.

A handsome and well-maintained middle-aged man sighed as he got off the carriage and looked over here indifferently.

He was wearing a light red official uniform that was slightly lighter than Di Jiu's, the color of the fifth rank. He was holding a scroll of poetry in his hand. I don't know which official position he was serving.

The moment he saw this figure, the body of the General of the Central Army stiffened.

It has been delayed for too long, and those who didn't know it before now have already known it.

"I was writing a good poem, but suddenly I was notified by Yu Dajian that my family was restless." The middle-aged man sighed and looked at Hong Xingping coldly, "What do you want to do?"

Xie Chuantang understood who this man was in an instant, turned around and gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Hong Xingping! He is a fifth-rank civil servant, how can he care about your General of the Central Army who supervises the gate guards?! Let's leave the camp!"

However, the middle-aged man stood there, and Hong Xingping looked at the face that brought him into this real world. It seemed that he suddenly woke up to what he was doing.

The mansion in the east of the city, the beautiful wives and concubines, the smart children, the official uniform, the badge, the power. Everything was stripped away, leaving only a self with nothing. The gate behind this face, the shadows connected together, and even the whole world in which he lived. Hong Xingping thought coldly, and the word "treason" began to appear in his heart.

He trembled slightly, his knees softened and he fell off the horse. He kowtowed and fell to the ground, untied the token from his waist and held it up, trembling: "Lord, Xingping is confused."

Pei Ye didn't listen to the conversation behind, and pulled the soulless Xie Chuantang out of the camp gate. He held up the wild goose badge, and no one stopped him.

Until he led the horse back to the street, Xie Chuantang leaned against the willow tree in silence, as if his bones were pulled out. Pei Ye led two horses and looked at the camp just now quietly.

The Si hour was almost over, and Lord Di fell in Jingzhao Prefecture, but no gatekeeper came out from here.

After a long time, Pei Ye said softly: "He is Xuanmen."

".What?"

".Nothing, Shenjing is really a place that makes people become inhuman." Pei Ye said softly, he turned his head, "Don't be discouraged, go back to see Lord Di."

Xie Chuantang leaned against the tree motionlessly, lowered his head: "I didn't transfer the troops, the case was ruined, how can I face Lord Di."

"Isn't it the sixth day." Pei Ye looked at the woman quietly, "Wait for me for three days, okay?"

".What do you mean?" Xie Chuantang was stunned.

"If there are no troops, there will be no troops. We said that we would solve this case within ten days, and we must solve it." Pei Ye said, "You are right. We each have our own duties, don't we?"