Vol 7 Chapter 31: Tsing Yi Yamen

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The streets and lanes outside the door were dark, only the quiet moonlight slightly illuminated the gray courtyard walls and yellow mud ground. In the past few days, there was no rain or snow, the streets and alleys were very dry, and the night breeze brought the mud and dust to light, which showed the night's silence.
Chu Yan watched from side to side.
In the room next to Youfang, dim lights lit up through the window, and there were strange noises from the table and stool being knocked down. Even if it was mixed with the woman's panic, the man's fretful scolding, and the old man was low. Drinking, baby crying uneasily ...
The sounds of the Han language were deliberately suppressed, full of nervousness and alertness; the voices of the Tubo language were much higher, and their actions were to be simple and neat. As the doors were opened, the figures of sturdy men, Quickly rushed out with a knife.
They either looked up to the direction of the South City Wall, and some even jumped up to the roof, or guarded their eyes and watched for confusion.
The movements of the Han people were slight and depressing. Few people rushed out of the room door. Most of them opened the window to probe outwards, so as to quickly judge the situation, they immediately closed the window to avoid being stolen by the Tubo thieves.
Chu Yan lived on the iron plate against the door. This tall man, with his bare upper body in the middle of winter, looked out from the door. He looked around, his legs were inside the door, and he was ready to shrink back like a turtle. .
Contrary to Chu Yan's eyes, Jo Mo noticed the package on his shoulder, and Tieban grinned. Obviously, he was very clear about the fact that he always wanted to run away with the old man.
Without waiting for Chu to say anything, the sturdy Tibetan man has jumped to the roof of the house in an important place in the square. Then, three or five Tibetan warriors in leather armor followed a bearded Tubo. Behind, strode out from the street.
"You weak and disobedient Han people, please listen to me, all return to the house, not allowed to step out of the door, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless! Dare to take the opportunity to make trouble, kill your whole family!" The bearded Tubo warrior , Waving the axe in his hand and shouting while walking.
The iron plate stunned, and his body disappeared in front of the door. At the same time, the door was closed tightly.
In front of the lady's window, a piece of silk slipped from her window. The sound of her panic, half of the window was closed in the room.
"A group of black people, they are all soft eggs!" Chu Yan whispered in disappointment, returned to the courtyard with pleasurable action, but did not close the door.
He also realized that he saw the Tubo warrior when he came out without a long sword. The Tubos did not allow ordinary Han people to carry sharp blades. Chu Yuan originally planned to leave the city. Naturally, he never thought of bringing weapons.
But now it's different.
Now that the Master Wang has arrived, can there be no sword in the hands of strong men?
Chu Yan rushed into his room, took off the package and discarded it, stretched out his hands in front of the bed, and pulled out a steel knife with a sheath from under the bed. Do not want to, take out the scabbard with a whisper, revealing the dazzling scabbard, throw the scabbard on the bed, turn around and run out of the room, two steps to the old Taoist door.
The old man is a master, a very high master. Chu Ye knows this very well, because he is himself.
Master Shi has begun to attack the city, and the sound of fighting is getting more and more fierce. Standing in the yard, you can hear the noise of nearby neighborhoods, and the soldiers are running on the street, and various Tubo birds speak one after another.
Jincheng County has entered into a state of battle, welcoming Wang Shi's imminent rush, and when he rushed out of the door to the street, it was destined to step on the blood. How could Chu Kun fight alone? Of course you should call your own master.
"Master!" Chu Yan shouted, lowering his voice, and suddenly hesitated.
Until now, Master has not gone out. This is abnormal. He should have heard the movement before himself.
Pushing open the door, Chu Yue stepped into the threshold and looked at the bed first. Through the moonlight spilled from the window, he found that the bed was empty and there were only messy bedding. Look around again and again, where is the figure of Master?
What did he do?
Ran?
Hiding?
Of course not to the hut!
No matter what, when Chu Yong needed Master most, the old man was gone!
"Thief and mother!" Chu was so angry that he yelled, "No one can be trusted!"
Without Master ’s help, what now? One person faces a city, one person faces countless Tibetan warriors, and one person faces an inscrutable luna monk. What can he do?
Chu Yue fell out of the door and was looking for a solution. On the streets outside the courtyard, a thunderous thunderous drink from the Tubo people suddenly sounded. The spoken Chinese was still so awkward and stiff, but full of condescending, unquestionable meaning: All Han Chinese, get out of the house, immediately, immediately! "
As soon as the war broke out, it became extremely fierce in an instant, and the Tubos realized immediately that only by concentrating the Han people would they save the most manpower and better avoid them secretly. Suffice it to say, killing two people can shake one.
Chu Kun took three steps and made two steps. He crossed the courtyard, kicked his feet on the soup cake stand in front of the courtyard wall, and climbed up to the courtyard wall, looking down on the street.
Seeing this, he was instantly amazed!
The Tubos, who held the torch in one hand and the knife in the other, twisted open the door one by one and rushed into the Han's house.
With the fierce collision and beating, the disheveled woman was pulled out by the hair, the man with a blue nose and a swollen face was dragged out, the children were thrown out, and they were crying on the hard ground, the old man was like a pig The sheep drove away, and they kicked on their knees!
Suddenly, a small shadow flew out of a small courtyard. Chu Yanding looked at it, what object was that, it was clearly a baby still in the baby!
When thrown out like this, smashed on the ground or wall, the baby will lose most of his life without death!
There was no time for Chu to think. She left her hand on the wall of the courtyard, and her body suddenly jumped out. As fast as an arrow, before the baby fell to the ground, she held it in her arms, and turned her feet around for a half circle. Next, all forces were removed.
He is not far from the baby, there are thirty or fifty steps. In the less intense light of the torch, he could see that the baby flying out of the yard was so far away, and caught the other party in time, indicating that he had reached at least the third level of Qi training!
The baby in the baby did not cry, staring at Chu Yu innocently with wide eyes, wondering whether he was scared, or did not even know what happened. The two short, fluffy hands also stretched out to Chu Yan, as if asking him to hold him.
Chu Yan did not hold him out, but connected him to the ground firmly.
He heard the Tubo people around, yelling, commanding, and footsteps varying in distance. Even if he didn't look up, he knew that the Tibetans were rushing towards him with a knife.
He was surrounded and surrounded by siege.
Even if he could hack and kill one Tubo and ten Tubo, his head would be chopped off by the 100th Tubo.
His head will fall on this cold street, and become a weight to deter other Han people in the pool of blood, so that the timid Han Chinese can only squat on the ground with their heads shaking.
That was his destination.
Before going out, Chu Yi had flashed no fewer than ten action plans. From the moment he jumped out of the hospital wall, he could only choose the worst one. The name of this action plan should probably be called homicide.
Holding on to the long knife wrapped in the cloth, Chu Yan took a deep breath and stood up slowly.
He finally glanced at that.
The baby's parents have not rushed over. They are so cowardly. Such weak parents and children raised will be as weak as them. If Wang Shi loses this time, the baby will become a civic under Tubo when he grows up.
Chu Yan shook the corner of his mouth and smiled silently.
He didn't regret it.
Give him another chance, he still chooses this way.
He won't watch his fellow people being killed, especially a child or baby.
No matter what they will become in the future, let them see how straight their waist rods are, how hot their blood is, how fast their long swords are, and how hard their bones are!
kill!
kill!
Kill an additional Tubo, these people will remember one more day, Han people, what should they look like in the face of the enemy!
The Tubos rushed up with their swords!
Chu Yan bowed his head, raised his head, pressed hard under his feet, suddenly kicked back, the sword was lifted diagonally, and the tiger and leopard rushed out!
The nearest Tubo, carrying a tomahawk, and shouting at the Tubo, his position, with his breath, Chu Xi has locked him!
When the long knife in his hand slashed out, he would run right in front of the other person. The sharp, cold blade would sweep across the other person's neck and cut off his head!
A humming buzz exploded in Chu Yu's head.
He paused, his eyes widened and his body froze.
The body can no longer move forward, the feet can no longer move, and the long knife can no longer be cut out.
He seemed to be fixed, unable to move at all.
Just like the vitality in the body, all disappear in an instant.
He's not really dying.
In fact, he lived well, but was just too shocked.
What did he see?
That was an incredible scene.
He vowed to give him ten more heads, and never imagined that the scene in front of him would become like this!
When he first moved, a man with a lean upper body was running past him, almost overtaking the horse.
The man has a knife in his hand.
Horizontal knife.
The crossblade crossed Chu's locked opponent's neck.
The Tubo, who was holding a tomahawk, was killed by Chu Yu. His head was flying high, and blood spewed from his neck. It was three feet high! And his body, after running two steps forward, fell suddenly in front of Chu's feet, and warm blood sprayed him.
The man did not stop.
His body is quick, sharp, and effective, and in the followers of the Tubo holding a knife, rushed out in the shape of a lightning bolt.
The body will not glow, but the shape of the lightning does appear.
So, that's the trajectory of Heng Daoguang!
When the light of the lightning disappeared, heads burst into the sky. A Tubo corpse that ran forward slammed to the ground after three or two steps, and a lot of blood poured from the neck where the flesh and bones were exposed.
How can Chu Kun not be stiff?
The man with his bare upper body finally stopped in the blink of an eye after solving these Tibetan warriors. Then he turned back, grinning to Chu Yan, and smiling.
A familiar smile.
Of course, I ’m familiar with it.
This man is iron plate!
...
Mild temperament to some cowardly iron plate, how could there be such a killing skill as mowing?
Seeing the iron plate's smile, Chu Xi couldn't accept it. Such a master would be the one who eats a bowl of soup cake at his stall every day, and obviously cannot feed his powerful stomach, but has no money for a second bowl. Let Chu Xi give away a bowl of hot soup to cheat the footman!
Such a strong person would not have money to eat?
Will you be a footman?
Is it really iron in his head?
Chu Kun had no time to appreciate the iron plate's thick smiley face, and had no time to verify what was in the iron plate's head.
...
When Tieban turned back and smiled at him, in the dim light of the torch, Chu Xi clearly saw that in the dwellings on both sides of the back of Tieban, there was a figure like Feiyan.
They carried their horizontal knives and rushed towards the improbable Tubos; their actions were fierce, their swords flashed, and the Tubos' heads flew up.
In the moonlight, a corpse with a spout on his neck fell slowly.
One after another the screams of the Tubos screamed, one after another, rushing past Chu Yi and running forward.
They carried horizontal swords diagonally and leapt on the streets, alleys, courtyard walls, and roofs, killing the Tubo warriors in different directions!
Looking at the scene in front of him, Chu Yan was at a loss.
The eldest daughter of the city shrewd by the shrewd city, did not have a silk spar in her hand, only a flashing horizontal knife. She broke through the window, and when she was in the air, she cut off two high-flying Tubo warriors, and the splashes of her internal organs made her clear in the moonlight.
Mother-in-law Zheng, who sells vegetables, is as agile as a raccoon cat, jumping into the courtyards, and jumping out of the courtyards. In the courtyard she passed, the Tubos all fell into a pool of blood.
The lame Chen blind man, his eyes are not blind, and his legs are not lame. He is chopping left and killing among the Tubo crowd, as brave as a tiger.
Those ordinary people who live in Funingfang, either cowardly or humble or mean, have been scolded by Chu as soft eggs, and now they have become the cruelest killers!
A powerful killer who makes the Tibetans mourn, shudder, and beg for mercy!
Chu Yan wanted to slap himself so that he could wake up from his dream sooner.
Not only is he like this, the Han residents who have not attacked are also dumbfounded and dumbfounded. If they see the gods come to life, they forget to move and forget to speak.
The battle soon ended.
Funingfang, nearly two hundred Tubo warriors, were killed by fewer than twenty swordsmen who suddenly changed their faces.
The fierce and fierce battlefield was suddenly quiet like the wild.
Only the night sky is bright and clean, and the ground is clear and bright like snow.
More than a dozen killers, holding cross-blades, stood on the street, on the roof, among the Tubo corpses, and stood at the blood-stained Funingfang, like a deity.
In Chu's heart, they are not evil gods, but heroes!
After killing the Tubo people in Funingfang, these killers did not go away immediately, but stayed for a while.
In this moment, Chu Kun was surprised to see that two swordsmen ran across the street. Clouds flow from one hand, and disks from one hand.
Liuyun is not a cloud, but pieces of Tsing Yi.
The discs are not discs, but pieces.
More than a dozen swordsmen took Tsing Yi and Douyi in turn. In the end, the uniforms and hoods are uniform.
This scene full of ritual, full of sense of strength, full of mystery, and elegant temperament, made the Han people in Funingfang all rushed.
Every man, no matter how thin or strong, whether timid or brave, at this moment is either picking up a kitchen knife or lifting a flat load, or lifting a hammer, or finding a stick, roaring, roaring, angry, Scrambled out of the house.
They can see that these knifemen are preparing to kill the next square!
Tonight, there is a war in Jincheng County.
The battle that every Chinese should participate in!
Kill all Tubo dogs and meet the battle of Wang Shi!
Raise an eyebrow, exhale the battle of humiliation!
Each of them, waiting half a lifetime, looks like the battle of Gan Lin!
The bright red Chu Chu, the first rushed out. As he ran, he shouted at the iron plate, the eldest daughter of Wei, the mother-in-law of Zheng, and the blind son of Chen: "Who are you?"
The crowds were fighting, and they jumped from the roof.
"Datang, Her Majesty King Ann, Tsing Yi knocks on the door!"