Chapter 97 The generous iron sword traveling through the autumn rain! In late autumn, the autumn rain is just slightly cold.
The pattering autumn rain fell into this city, and fell into most of the land in the eastern part of the Tang Dynasty. Those patches of rice should be the harvest season, and the officials came to collect taxes.
I have already brought my stuff and waited in the field. As long as I suffer, the people of the Tang Kingdom will have everything.
Those who retire from the frontier army every year will spontaneously assist the three classes of government servants to complete the annual tax.
The sky is high and the emperor is far away, so naturally no one will notice these things, and the nobles in the court don't care about muddy legs.
No matter how many mud-legged people there are, they won't make much noise, but Mr. Thirteen of the Academy will make a lot of noise.
In this spring rain, on the threshold of Laobi Zhai on Lane 47, the dark and thin maid Sang Sang was sitting on the threshold holding a big bowl, looking at the street bathed in the cold autumn rain.
Pedestrians held oil-paper umbrellas, and the vendors selling spicy and sour noodle soup had also closed their stalls. Several members of the Yulong Gang hurriedly inspected the streets, then walked in twos and threes towards the half-opened door.
There were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, and the pattering autumn rain also became heavier at this time.
At the end of the street, there were three people wearing Xiling-style clothes walking towards Lin 47 Lane.
One was carrying a wooden sword, the other was holding a bell in one hand, and the other was holding nothing. They were walking in the autumn rain. The cold autumn rain made them drown, but at this moment, there was no chill on the three of them.
The Wuying Priest looked at the plaque that said Old Pen Studio, and said: "Tang, the capital Chang'an, Lin 47 Lane Old Pen Studio, the hiding place of the underworld girl, is this place."
The silent priest held the bell and said: "For the common people in the world, it is a great merit to kill the girl of the underworld!"
The silent priest rang the bell, and the ringtone was clear and melodious, mixed with a little mellowness. The majestic power of thought, emitted from the silent priest's sea of Qi and snow mountain, enveloped this square inch of land with the ringtone.
The unnamed priest looked up to the sky and said, "Sooner rather than later, this formation is hindering us, so we have to act quickly."
"The Haotian is immortal, the light will last forever!"
The Wuying Priest, the sword-bearer of the Temple of Light, took off the wooden sword behind him that had been nurtured for generations. On the ebony scabbard, Haotian's classics were engraved.
The three looked at each other and smiled, and walked towards the old pen studio.
"Stop, who are you?"
At the end of Lane 47, Qi Si, who came to patrol the street, led the gang members of the Fish and Dragon Gang, trying to stop these three evil-minded people.
The members of the Yulong gang were running in the rain-filled streets. Qi Si promised Ning Que that he would keep an eye on the old pen studio, so naturally he couldn't let the old pen studio have any problems.
The silent priest closed his eyes tightly, and he said lightly: "The ringing won't last long. When the people from the academy come, I will die when I die. But the people in the world, what is the crime?"
"Those who prevent and kill the underworld woman are regarded as evil demons and heretics!"
"retreat!"
With a soft drink, a bell rang, and all the members of the Yulong Gang who were running fell to their knees, with blood gushing out of their mouths.
The nameless priest looked at Qi Si with disdain in his eyes, and said coldly: "The meager level of cultivation in the realm of no confusion also wants to save the girl of the underworld. The people of Tang really communicate with the king of the underworld."
Under the majestic power of thought and the vitality of heaven and earth, Qi Si leaned on the matching sword and said: "You are from Xiling, don't you fear dying in Chang'an City?"
The iron cavalry of the Tang Dynasty roamed the world, even if it was a temple, they did not dare to bully each other, but how dare these Xiling people kill a little maid in this city of Chang'an? The unknown priest said coldly: "If you are the light, why should you fear death? People in the Tang Dynasty have no faith and are in contact with Hades, so they should be punished!"
Qi Si's eyes were full of horror, people from Xiling are so bold? Qi Si had no regrets at this moment for daring to commit murder in the capital of the Tang Dynasty. He just thought about the broken promise and failed to protect Laobi Zhai.
"It's an honor to die on the same day as the girl of the underworld."
The unknown priest stretched out his slender index finger and was about to point to Qi Si, but the talisman suddenly appeared behind him, causing the Tianxiaxi divine finger to deflect by a few inches, grazing Qi Si's scalp and falling into the green brick barrier. in the walls.
A hole the size of a washbasin appeared on the wall, and the scene in the courtyard was faintly visible.
Yan Se, who rushed over after receiving the news, panted and said: "The sword bearer, the bell bearer, and the gatekeeper, you have nothing to do with you, why don't you leave now, wait for the academy to come, you But I can't run away."
After all, there is a passion for incense, and it is difficult to kill a killer!
The unnamed priest saluted and said: "Uncle Yan Se, today we are here to kill the underworld girl for the sake of the common people in the world. I also hope that Uncle Yan Se will focus on the overall situation and don't obstruct it."
When I came to Chang'an City, I didn't intend to go back alive. I came here only to kill the underworld girl, and everything else was trivial.
Yan Se snorted coldly and said, "I haven't seen Wuming for many years. You really have developed skills. That little maid is my apprentice's little maid. You can't kill him. If you want to kill me, you have to pass me first."
Seal seals, cast talismans, use the rain in late autumn to write a well-character spell.
Priest Wuying smiled faintly and said, "Master, I offended you."
Then the wooden sword that hadn't been sheathed for a hundred years came out of the sheath in Wu Ying's hands, like an antelope hanging horns.
If Yan Se's well character is broken, what about the talisman master? As long as he is not allowed to cast talismans, how much strength can he exert? Silently chanting: "The light will never die, Haotian will last forever!"
This priest, who has been sitting in the Temple of Light for more than thirty years, has bloomed all his light.
The bell in the middle of the autumn rain rang loudly, and the black and thin maid Sangsang who was hiding in the old pen room was crying and wailing with her head in her arms.
Yan Se avoided the wooden sword in Wuying's hand, and said in disbelief: "In order to kill a little maid, you actually released all the light. You are simply seeking your own death."
His talisman was interrupted, so there was no chance to re-cast the talisman. The wooden sword came from Zhishou Guan.
Once again in the Temple of Light, the sword-bearers of all ages have warmed up and nurtured him. Naturally, no one can stop his sharpness at this time.
The nameless priest said with satisfaction, "Master, are you still obsessed with your obsession?"
"For the sake of all the people in the world, what's the harm in killing the underworld girl?"
The nameless priest didn't look at it, and the silent priest who gave up his life and benevolence also didn't look at Wuying who broke the Yanse talisman.
The unknown priest dragged the bell hanging in the air, walked in the autumn rain, and pushed open the door!
"puff!"
The nameless priest who kept pushing the door with one hand looked at the big hole that suddenly appeared in his chest.
Full of disbelief, he looked at the thick iron sword that pierced his chest again.
"School Academy protects the underworld girl!"
The generous iron sword passed through the autumn rain, and after beheading the nameless priest, it continued to kill Wuying again.
Seeing this, the shadowless priest released all his light at the last moment of his life and poured it into the wooden sword.
Throwing out the wooden sword, he directly stabbed the poor black and thin maid.
The broad and sharp iron sword passed through the autumn rain and passed through the chest of the shadowless priest.
At the last moment of his life, Wuying seemed to see the old man he had always believed in, and he saw the light.
The generous iron sword knocked down the autumn rain, and the generous iron sword that passed through the autumn rain failed to pass through the light that filled the sky.
"It's been a long time, brother!"
Yan Se looked at the old man in the autumn rain and said melancholy.
(End of this chapter)