One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 332 Autopsy
The capital of Jingguo, Baifu.

Bai Yingqi was wearing a plain Taoist uniform and was meditating in a quiet room, with the faint sandalwood fragrance lingering around him.

Time flies, and he is also in his 40s, no longer the cynicism of his youth, and his expression seems much calmer.

On the desk in front of him was a blood-streaked gold needle.

In the past 20 years, almost all of Jingguo's few blood-striped gold needles fell into his hands. Many Taoist masters thought he was hoarding them, so they wanted to bid for them.

After hearing this, Bai Yingqi could only smile wryly. Every time he went out to fight, he would throw blood-streaked gold needles in Anxi. Who would believe this?

The current golden needle was also purchased at a high price. It has been sacrificed for six years and has not yet seen blood.

Six years ago, Bai Yingqi attacked Anxi and killed Gao Hanqing with a flying needle, but the flying needle disappeared inexplicably halfway. He thought it was Song Yun's return, and was so frightened that he lost his mind on the spot.

Although no trace of Song Yun was found later, Bai Yingqi still had a shadow in his heart, so he could only go home and retreat to ensure a stable state of mind.

Being frightened off by a dead man also made him the laughing stock of Jing Guo for a while.

Fortunately, a few years later, Bai Yingqi successfully survived the thunder disaster and was promoted to Guixian.In this chaotic world of a hundred years, Guixian is an existence that everyone looks up to, and no one dares to laugh at him anymore, at least not on the surface.

On the other hand, Meng Su didn't believe any nonsense such as "Song Yun is back", and stayed on the front line of the desert.

Although he has made great contributions, he has become a great general and has a great reputation in the country, but he has also delayed the realm of martial arts, and he has not been promoted to a martial saint so far.

The two made different choices, and it can only be said that each has its own gains and losses.

At this moment, Bai Yingqi looked at the golden needle on the case, thinking about it in silence.

"I heard that Mengsu besieged Anxi for two years, but the Tang State still couldn't spare enough troops to rescue it. It seems that the victory is certain."

"How about I take a share?"

"If you can defeat Anxi and kill Song Yun's disciples with your own hands, it will be considered a complete settlement."

As he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a panicked shout from outside the quiet room: "Patriarch, something is wrong, General Meng is dead!"

"what?"

The blood-streaked gold needle on the desk trembled violently.

Bai Yingqi hurried out to the Meng family's mansion to examine Meng Su's body.

At this time, the Meng family did not dare to make a statement, and did not make a funeral in secret, waiting for the order of the high-level court.

Soon King Jing Yi also came.

This famous king was defeated by Song Yun in his own battle, and even the treasure supreme decree was shattered. After returning, he was very depressed, seldom took action, and concentrated on internal affairs.

Jing Guo has been fighting again and again, but he can still maintain a certain amount of national strength, which is inseparable from King Jing Yi's diligent administration.

Many Jing people often lament that if there were no Anxi Rentu back then, Jing State would have been able to monopolize the Tang State and then unify the world with the great talents of the monarch and the good fighting skills of the soldiers.

How can it be like now, the six countries have besieged the Tang country, and there has been no change for more than ten years.

Although King Jing Yi no longer shoots, he takes care of his body every day, and his condition remains the same as before. He is still middle-aged in his 60s, with black hair and hale and hearty.

When he met Bai Yingqi at Meng's house, his expression was very ugly.

"Meng Su is the pinnacle of the master anyway, how could he die if he is fine? I heard that he was scared to death?"

King Jing Yi was full of doubts, and anxiously asked the Meng family to lead the way.

When I came to the backyard, I saw General Wuwei lying in the coffin with my own eyes.

Meng Su's eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something unbelievable, and the expression on his face was extremely distorted, but it didn't seem to be caused by pain, it really seemed to be frightened.

The mouth is slightly open, as if to say something.

King Jing Yi couldn't see any clue, he frowned and asked the guard next to him: "What did Meng Su say before he died?"

The guard thought for a moment, then shook his head, "There was nothing unusual about the general before he died, but he suddenly fell off his horse."

King Jing Yi sighed distressedly, "Bai Qing, do you see any clues?"

Asked a question, but got no response.

Looking around again, Bai Yingqi no longer had the calm expression just now, and there was a little more fear and disbelief in his eyes.

"How, how is it possible?"

Bai Yingqi's body couldn't help but trembled slightly, as if he couldn't stand steadily, and took a few steps back.

Realizing that he must have discovered something, King Jing Yi put his hands on his shoulders and said urgently.

"What's going on? What did you see?"

Bai Yingqi's complexion changed for a while, and his expression was extremely complicated.

Shock, doubt, fear, and even a little bit of despair...

"Quickly tell me, how did Meng Su die?" King Jing Yi shook Bai Yingqi's body, his tone suddenly raised, and the mourning hall was buzzing.

Bai Yingqi was yelled at several times, and his eyes recovered a little.

At this moment, his lips turned white, feeling that all the strength in his body had been sucked away, and he said weakly:

"Some warriors have practiced the pupil technique. Before dying, the last scene they saw will be preserved in the depths of the pupil. Although it is not clear, it will not be false."

"The last scene Meng Su saw before he died was a young man in a white robe with a green sword in his hand."

Bai Yingqi pointed at Meng Su's slightly opened mouth.

"See his mouth shape? He wants to say a word 'Song'!"

Hearing this, King Jing Yi was also stunned, and said in disbelief: "You mean—"

Bai Yingqi smiled miserably, "Song Yun, he saw Song Yun before he died..."

After that, he took a few steps back and leaned against the wall weakly.

King Jing Yi frowned, and turned around Meng Su's coffin, "This is impossible, absolutely impossible..."

After going around three times, he suddenly raised his head and said firmly:

"Twenty years ago, Song Yun died under the thunder of the sky, his soul was scattered, and he will never come back!"

"Think about it, if Song Yun is not dead, but still has the power to scare and kill Meng Su secretly, how could our army besiege Anxi for two years?"

King Jing Yi clenched his fist vigorously and waved it fiercely, "There must be ghosts and immortals who are good at illusions in the Tang Kingdom, who forged Song Yun's figure to defeat Meng Su's psychological defense line, hateful!"

He directly rejected the possibility of Song Yun making a move without any hesitation.

Song Yun could not be alive, and he must not be alive.

The name of Anxi Rentu is far more "rooted in the hearts of the people" in Jingguo than in Tangguo.

This is the lingering shadow that lies in the hearts of an entire generation!
If the news that Song Yun was suspected to be alive came out, even if it was just a possibility, it would be difficult for Jing Jun to summon up the courage to attack Anxi again.

Even if they mobilize by force, they can only get a group of frightened soldiers.

Young soldiers, even when they were sleepless when they were young, would be frightened by their parents and say, "Anxi people are coming!"

As for those who are slightly older, they have seen the tragic scene of hundreds of thousands of troops returning to their country in disastrous defeat, and they have deep fear buried in their hearts.

King Jing Yi glanced around the mourning hall, remembered everyone's faces in his heart, stared and said:
"Pretend you didn't hear Bai Yingqi's words today. Whoever dares to reveal a word, I will condemn you to death!"

Although these people are all nobles of the Meng family, but the pillars of the Meng family have fallen in Anxi for two consecutive generations, and their power has been greatly damaged. How dare these people go against King Jing and nodded hurriedly.

"Song Yun died a long time ago, this must be an illusion!" King Jing Yi emphasized to Bai Yingqi again.

The tone is extremely firm, making it hard to doubt.

Bai Yingqi still drooped her head, thinking about the disappearance of the golden needle six years ago.

King Jing Yi frowned, and said again:

"General Meng is only at the peak level of a master, and the loose cultivators from the South China Sea are not reliable. This king needs a powerful ghost fairy to go to Anxi to find out the situation in person."

"Bai Qing, are you willing to take a risk for the country?"

"Those who are strong enough and have dealt with Song Yun before, now there are only you and me in the country!"

Bai Yingqi is also a venerable, and King Jing Yi can't give orders, so he can only discuss it.

"I—" Bai Yingqi was stunned, and after a while, said quietly:
"To tell you the truth, I swore a poisonous oath back then, and if I go to Anxi again, I will be a dog!"

(End of this chapter)