The king will never go to court

Chapter 43 Fighting overnight (for collection and follow-up reading)
"Squeak, squeak"

Half an hour later, two ordinary carriages pressed against the bluestone road and disappeared by the Qinglong Lake, disappearing into the dark city of Kyoto.

In the wild north city thousands of miles away, a murderous atmosphere filled the whole city.

In the few days since the Bohai Navy entered the city, disciples from various sects came to Huangbei City one after another, and the people in the city knew that there was a nobleman from Kaijing coming.

And those merchants who initially entrusted their relationship were silent, afraid to speak, for fear that the Bohai Sea would knock on the door in the middle of the night.

Fuyawai Main Street is four times as wide from north to south as it is in parallel, and more than ten miles long from east to west. Two rivers flow down from Nanshan, pass through the city, and wind their way north.

The river to the east is called "Liangshui River" and the river to the west is called "Shahe". The shortest point where the two rivers meet is more than five miles away.

In a secluded courtyard in an inn by the Liangshui River, seven or eight men in indigo fleece robes patrolled around the attic, while the rest dined in the inn lobby.

The quiet room on the second floor is very clean, with only one rug and a few armchairs. The main hall and the side hall are separated by carved railings and screens. An incense burner and a Xiudun.

After Bohai Haijun took over the inn, the secluded place where merchants in the city discussed business became a resting place for the disciples of the major families and sects, and all those who had nothing to do with it were kicked out of the inn.

A middle-aged man in an indigo robe sat on an armchair near the charcoal fire, "You shouldn't be here."

Mirror words, Elder Yunwushan.State of Yan, the sect of a family in Danfeng County.

Another man in some black cloak loomed in the dimly lit shadows.

Elder Yunwushan Jingci's face was slightly haggard, and the long gray hair on his temples cast a very long shadow under the swaying lights.

He has a serious face, holding an iron clip in his right hand, tumbling the charcoal in the copper basin, and the burning flames burst into the air.

The man next to him was wearing a black cloak, his face was invisible, and he said hoarsely, "Shouldn't it?"

Hearing the mockery in the cloaked man's heart, Elder Yunwushan Jingci put down the iron clip in his hand, scratched his forehead with his right index finger, and asked in confusion, "What happened?"

"Something happened in the wild north city, how could I not come." The bloodshot eyes of the cloaked man became more and more bloodshot, and his voice became colder and colder.

Elder Yunwushan Jingci's eyes narrowed, his voice raised a bit, and he forced himself to calm down, "What can happen to Huangbei City?"

"The Bohai Navy almost wiped out all of our hidden strongholds in Huangbei City." The cloaked man seemed to rush out of the pitch-black cloak with his tone of intent to kill.

"It seems that the disciples of all major sects will send their disciples to sneak into the wild north city one after another."

Elder Yunwushan Jingci raised his mouth slightly, and his thin body became more and more stooped. He leaned back on the armchair, and his right index finger lightly drew an irregular trajectory in the air.

He suddenly looked at the man in the cloak in the darkness, and asked, "What does the pavilion master mean?"

"Use the same method to treat the other body, and we will act tonight." The man in the black cloak suddenly became happy, and his eyes were full of bloodthirsty light.

"Desolate North City? This place is next to mountains, rivers and forests." Elder Yunwushan squinted his eyes and glanced at the corridor outside the quiet room. Only the quiet night wind made the window paper rattle.

The man in the black cloak came to the window, saw the dark night through the gap, and said with a sneer, "Ding Guohou sent a large number of Bohai Navy this time, we have already heard the news, when they left Bohai City, we hid in secret In the wild north city."

"This will offend Shuiyuezong, but..." Yunwushan Elder Jingci wanted to say something, since it was an order from the pavilion master, as a hidden killer, he had to carry it out.

He cast his eyes on the cloaked man standing at the window, and asked, "Who is my target tonight?"

"Your target is me." The cloaked man whispered.

"You?" Yunwushan Elder Jing Ci suddenly understood the meaning, and he picked up the teacup next to the wooden table and threw it at the cloaked man.

With a "bang", the doors and windows of the quiet room on the second floor were broken, and a man in a black cloak, covered in a black scarf, flew down from the second floor and fell into the courtyard.

"Get out of the way!" The disciples of Yunwu Mountain who were about to rush towards the assassin stopped after hearing the elder's order.

With his left hand, Jingci drew out the Qingfeng long sword on the wooden table, and a cold light broke through the main entrance of the quiet room. He flew after the assassin, and the two landed in the courtyard one after the other.

In the corridors around the courtyard, the lights were flickering, and the two figures were swinging back and forth on the ground, and the two were quietly watching each other.

The hem of the black-clothed assassin's robe had been torn into more than a dozen cracks by the sword light, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of Jingci's mouth.

"Elder Jing!" the sharp-eyed disciple of Yunwu Mountain shouted worriedly.

The long sword in Jingci's hand looked extremely cold under the moonlight. A ray of cold light shone from the blade of the sword to the cold moon in mid-air. The tip of the sword reached the stone bricks on the ground. Si Jiangang pointed out more than ten cold lights directly in front of him.

In the sky one zhang away in front of him, more than ten cold lights were like stars in the dark night, rushing towards the black-clothed killer more than ten zhang away from the front.

At the same moment, the black-clothed killer lightly stepped on the floor with his toes, and flew backwards.

And the more than ten sword lights in front of him followed him like a shadow and were as fast as lightning, forcing him to keep retreating.

With his left hand, the black-clothed killer pulled out the scimitar from the back of his waist, and quickly slid it in front of him. A ray of saber light collided with more than ten sword lights.

The light of the knife and the light of the sword collided together, and the strong wind rippled in mid-air, causing the branches in the courtyard to sway from side to side. The seven or eight disciples in the corridor had to hide behind the pillars to resist the impact of this breath.

Under the impact of the strong wind, the dead branches on the ground even penetrated into the pillars and guardrails, cracking a large spider web.

In the courtyard, the black-clothed killer was forced to a corner, Jingci held a long sword across his chest, and stabbed at the opponent continuously.

The two sides fought fiercely for more than ten rounds, and the black-clothed killer had to dodge left and right under the corner of the wall, and the machete and long sword continued to shoot sparks.

In less than half a cup of tea, the entire wall behind the killer in black collapsed.

In the courtyard on the other side of the wall, two black-clothed killers were watching an old man in black robes. The old man was holding a fine iron crutch in his hand to resist desperately, while more than a dozen disciples of his sect had already fallen in disorder around him.

"A killer again?" Jing Ci glanced at the situation opposite him out of the corner of his eye, and turned the long sword in his hand continuously, and the sword light pierced the black-clothed killer in front of him.

"You'd better ask for blessings." The black-clothed killer who was fighting with Jingci drew another machete from the back of his waist with his right hand.

The two scimitars drew a cross-shaped light in front of him, and rushed towards Jingci with the sound of cracking air.

He already knew that the opponent was a double-knife killer, but Jingci still put on a look of bewilderment in front of everyone. He turned the Qingfeng long sword upside down in his hand, and pointed his left index finger on the sword.

The cross-shaped knife light hit half a foot of the sword body, and was directly forced to stop by the sword gang emitted by Qingfeng's long sword.

At this moment, the black-clothed killer, holding a scimitar in both hands, jumped to the top of Jingci's head like a ghost, and the scimitar flashed coldly again.

Seeing this, Jing Ci retreated more than ten steps, stopped at the place where he had just rushed out of the attic, and wiped away the blood stains that kept spilling from the corner of his mouth with his left hand.

The light of the knife hit the air, and the black-clothed killer threw out the scimitar with his left hand, and rushed towards Jingci again from the left with a precise arc.

At this time, Jingci only had the strength to resist. In order not to let the disciples in the sect die in vain, he gave a cold look to the dozen or so disciples who rushed out of the hall, and signaled them not to go forward.

"It seems that you are concerned about the safety of your disciple." The killer in black said in a bad tone, and swung the scimitar in the direction of the lobby with his right hand.

The strong wind directly cut off a wooden pillar leading to the entrance of the lobby, and the scimitar passed through the gap in the middle of the wooden pillar and continued to re-enter the lobby with the residual wind.

More than a dozen disciples of Yunwu Mountain held long swords one after another, forming a sect sword formation, and they tried their best to consume the blasting wind of the scimitar.

At the same time, the inns around the Liangshui River and Shahe River in Huangbei City were attacked by surprise, and there were a large number of casualties in the courtyards where the various sects sneaked into the city.

The Bohai Navy who received the secret report sent an order directly to the government office, and the county soldiers in the city quickly assembled and sealed off the streets where the accident occurred.

The county soldiers kept charging with crossbows, only to force back the assassin in black who was sneaking up.

When the county soldiers rushed into the inn where the Yunwushan disciple was staying, Jingci in the backyard used up all his remaining strength and stabbed the killer in black with a sword on the shoulder, while the opponent's scimitar slashed across Jingci's arms from left and right.

The green robe was stained with blood, and Jing Ci was panting heavily while leaning on the wooden pillar beside him.The machete killer in black twirled the machete in his hand to fend off the rain of arrows, while retreating to the other side of the courtyard.

"go!"

The three black-clothed killers withdrew in different directions and disappeared into the vast night.

Afterwards, the Bohai Navy's hundreds of households who rushed to the inn ordered people to clean up the courtyard again. At the same time, the government government also ordered the defenders in the city to strengthen their patrols in the city.

The courtyard where the fight had taken place could no longer be inhabited, and the innkeeper readily arranged another courtyard for Yunwushan and his party.

In addition to the travel expenses provided by the government, the innkeeper is naturally very happy to be able to make friends with a large sect like the Shuiyue Sect like Yunwu Mountain.

In the two-storey attic on the other side of the river, Jingci, who had been bandaged by his disciples, leaned on the armrest of the armchair. There were more than ten knife marks on his body, which seemed to be covered with medical cloth at this time.

After Jing Ci drank a bowl of medicinal soup that invigorates Qi and blood, a little blood still spilled from his lips from time to time.With a clear cough, he turned to Hua Muzhi, the elder of Guixu Sect beside him.

The grey-haired old man in a black robe, with the Sichuan pattern between his brows still tightly locked, had just been besieged by two black-clothed killers, and his physical strength was already exhausted.

Hua Muzhi, the elder of Guixu Sect.Yan State, the clan of the family in Sanhe County.

At this time, he was in a terrible state, without the demeanor of an elder at all.

In order to guard against another sneak attack by the killer, hundreds of families from the Bohai Navy arranged people from the two major sects into a separate courtyard, and there were more than a hundred Bohai Navy ships around the inn.

"Master, are you okay?"

A young disciple of Guixu Sect brought a bowl of freshly brewed soup, and respectfully handed it to Hua Muzhi.

After Hua Muzhi finished drinking the soup, he waved his hand to signal the disciples to retreat to the quiet room.

At the same time, Jingci also glanced at the disciple who was serving beside him, and the other disciple retreated to the corridor outside the house after understanding.

"Brother Jingci, our two sects live next to each other, so I won't see you anymore." Hua Muzhi coughed lightly while panting.

Sanhe County is in the north, and Danfeng County is in the south. The two counties are adjacent to each other. To the east of them is the capital of Yan State.

Sanhe County is the territory of Guixumen, and Danfeng County is the territory of Yunwu Mountain.

Due to being located near Kaijing, the two sects have been suppressed for more than ten years, and their sphere of influence has been continuously squeezed, leaving only a range of about a hundred miles from the mountain gate.

"Brother Hua, please tell me, if it comes out of your mouth and into my ears, no third person will know." Jingci said softly, "Could such a large-scale sneak attack be the Duke of Dingguo? Da Zongmen's attack seems to be forcing these sect forces to Kaijing's side."

"Brother Jingci, our Guixu sect is showing weakness. There are very few first-rank warriors in the sect, only the sect master and two guardian elders. Brother, I also only have the appearance of a second rank. How can I be a match for these killers."

Hua Muzhi had a bitter expression on his face, leaning on the armchair, his whole body seemed to be drained dry.

When Jingci was fighting with the machete black-clothed killer, Hua Muzhi, a second-rank warrior from the Guixu sect, was fighting against two second-rank warriors. At first, there were more than ten disciples from the sect to assist them, but the gap in high-end combat power made it difficult for them to fight. It's about to fall into a disadvantage.

In a short time, seven or eight disciples died tragically on the spot.

Hua Muzhi had to fight against the two alone. If Bo Haijun hadn't arrived in time, he might have died in Huangbei City.

"There is no evidence for this. If it is true, it would be too crazy." Jing Ci gritted his teeth and glanced at the area wrapped in the medicinal cloth on his body, feeling extremely annoyed in his heart.

"Brother Jingci, what do you think we plan to do when we go to Shanhelin this time?" After being attacked this time, Hua Muzhi lowered his posture, without the arrogance of an elder. It was a great blow to him.

This was the moment when everyone had just arrived in Huangbei City, before entering the mountains, rivers and forests, they encountered such a heavy blow.

Jingci didn't know how to comfort the old man in front of him, took a sip of the hot tea beside him, and explained clearly, "Proceed with caution. Marquis Dingguo suddenly sent troops into Huangbei City, which may be related to that secret again."

Knowing that his sect is no longer the sect of the county era, he had to rely on other stronger sects.

Tonight, I met two second-rank fighters from the other side to sneak attack. If he hadn't been there, I'm afraid that all the disciples who went out to practice this time would have died tragically on the spot.

Hua Muzhi still had a troubled expression on his face, and said hoarsely, "That's right, but there are mountains and rivers there after all. Since the establishment of Beiyan, only the Shuiyue Sect has been practicing in the depths of the mountains and rivers all year round. We sects have to save their lives." The means may be difficult.”

"Brother Hua, don't worry, as long as we are cautious, we will definitely reduce the losses in the door." Jingci put down the teacup, pointed to Bo Haijun in the courtyard and said calmly.

Although these sects have their own plans, facing the same place, Bohai Haijun will definitely not do anything to save them, not to mention that everyone is going to the mountains, rivers and forests in response to the order.

"Sigh..." Hua Muzhi sighed, "I am really ashamed of my sect. My disciples follow me to go out to practice, and eight disciples died before the start. For the next arrangement, brother Jingci, please look at our two sects." In terms of sect's affection, please take care of my disciples."

"This..." After hesitating for a moment, Jingci nodded decisively.

Although I don't understand the specific arrangement of the pavilion master at the moment, there will definitely be nothing wrong with making more friends with the sect.

"Then thank you brother Jingci first, I'll go down and rest now."

Hua Muzhi got up slowly, coughed lightly outside the door, and then a Guixu Sect disciple supported Hua Muzhi to the small building on the west side of the courtyard.

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