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

Chapter 72 Inside Story
Without a grandmaster to take the lead, a group of innate martial artists faced the murderous Song Yun directly, as fragile as ordinary people.

As soon as the killing sword energy came out, it swept across violently, smashing the dead, cutting off a piece of stumped limbs and arms, and the blood was like a splash in the wind.

Soon there were no warriors standing in front of Song Yun, only the Grandmaster was still running in the distance.

"I said I would kill you all, how could I miss one?"

Swish——Take a step, and instantly sweep tens of feet away, traveling like a ghost, escaping through the void, shrinking the ground to an inch.

While advancing rapidly, he pushed the sword with his palm and exerted force suddenly.

The bronze long sword turned into a deep blue rainbow light, piercing through the wind, like a meteor flying lightning, piercing through the Grandmaster's chest in an instant!

The red robe oozes blood, and the color is more vivid. With the blue light shooting out from the chest, the grand master fell to the ground like a puppet whose string has been broken.

Song Yun followed closely, stepped over the back of the grand master on the ground, and stretched out his hand to hold the bronze long sword again.

Putting the sword back into its sheath, the red robes were lying all over the ground.

Dozens of masters of the Tiangang Sect, including a Possession Realm and a Grandmaster, were all wiped out.

Song Yun of this sect has heard of it a long time ago, and he is good at Taoism, so he casts "Blood God Nahai", bursting out a monstrous bloody aura as his ultimate move, killing all the masters of Taoism, and the subsequent battle is natural with no doubt.

Although Tiangangzong seemed to have reinforcements, but Song Yun didn't want to kill any more.

He has no experience in killing people outside the city, and he feels a little heartbroken.

Less than a day after he was out, the outside world was no longer attractive to him, so it was better to go home.

Song Yun turned around and found the old pawn and the young man hiding in the bushes.

He said to the two old soldiers: "I am Song Yun, and you are the seniors of the Beiting Army. Let's collect the corpses and return to Anxi first."

The two old soldiers nodded, and found all the corpses of the comrades who died in the hands of Tiangangzong.

Song Yun knew that Zhang Xianke hadn't gone far, and he could sense the majestic aura of the master's peak state, so he walked over directly.

Sure enough, a group of cavalry was waiting quietly.

Seeing that it was Song Yun who came out alive, Zhang Xianke was not at all surprised. He cupped his fists from afar and apologized:

"After all, I am still the Jiedu envoy of the Great Tang Dynasty. Zhang Songhe of Tiangang Zongzhang is the national teacher of the Great Tang Dynasty. I can't stop him from doing what he orders."

Song Yun nodded, not in a good mood, but he also coped with it and cupped his hands.

Zhang Xianke did not intervene on the surface, but in fact secretly sent someone to guide the way so that he could go straight to the destination, which was actually a kind of bias.

However, no matter which side this person is on, it is for his own benefit. If Chang'an had not fallen, perhaps Zhang Xianke would not have helped him.

As Shuofang's neighbor, he didn't show any ambition to expand, and he was able to contain Jing Guo's offensive from the west, so he got a certain degree of help from this person.

These Song Yuns knew what they were doing, so they didn't say much, and led the three of them to the front of the cavalry team, looking at this high-ranking Jiedu envoy.

Zhang Xianke was also observing Song Yun silently, as if he wanted to see what the young master relied on to defeat an army by himself.

As the two looked at each other, the atmosphere was a little dull. The cavalry behind them began to feel a little uneasy, and the horses also stepped on their hooves lightly.

They have seen the lineup of Tiangangzong, they are all top masters, but in less than half a stick of incense, they were completely killed by this young master.

What a terrifying combat power this is!

If there is a fight now, they don't know if their Jiedushi can hold this person down.

Fortunately, Zhang Xianke took the initiative to speak, breaking the stagnant atmosphere and letting the cavalry in the back breathe a little bit of relief——

"The battle situation in Chang'an has not yet been decided, the Shence Army has returned to aid, and strong men from other countries have also entered the Tang Dynasty."

"If Jingguo wins a big victory, it will be difficult for us frontier envoys to become independent. I'm afraid we can only surrender. By then Anxi will become the hinterland of Jingguo."

"If the power of the Tang Dynasty is not exhausted, little brother, if you kill the imperial envoy first, and then the members of the Tiangang Sect, the court will find you in trouble sooner or later."

"This is a predicament on the left and right. How should you deal with yourself? You won't be going to Liang Country, will you?"

Song Yun shook his head, "No matter who is the winner, I will stay in Anxi. If anyone wants to deal with me, come to Anxi."

"Also, the winner of this war may not necessarily be Jing Guo or Tang Guo."

Zhang Xianke was surprised: "Then who do you think?"

Song Yun waved his hand, "I have been staying in the depths of the desert. I lack information, so I will not guess. I will go back first. I wonder if I can support a team of cavalry and help send the body of the old soldier from Beiting back to Anxi?"

"...No problem, let's keep in touch." Zhang Xianke motioned for dozens of riders under his command to bring the corpses of the old soldiers with him.

Song Yun cupped his hands in thanks and got on his horse.

This trip left Anxi, headed for Shuofang, and ran all the way for more than [-] li. Even the Grand Master was exhausted, so he happened to ride a horse to rest.

All the soldiers in Shuofang watched Song Yun and others go westward.

Zhang Xianke shook his head slightly when the white-clothed figure disappeared into the sunset.

"What a freak."

……

Along the way, Song Yun and the two veterans chatted while walking, and only then did they learn the detailed inside story of the incident that year.

Although King Tang Jing of the previous generation was a strong ghost and immortal, after failing to proclaim himself emperor forcibly, he suffered the backlash of luck and was seriously injured and dying.

Immediately, domestic rebellions broke out, many of which were supported by strong men from other countries, and they could not be suppressed at all.

At this time, the Beiting army returned to the country to suppress the rebellion, and was under the command of the prince. In order to calm the situation as soon as possible, the methods were more severe.

Many border forces have indeed become honest, but they also hold grudges because of it.

At this time, Li Yong, the second prince with mediocre ability and little reputation, has improved by leaps and bounds. He is expected to be promoted to ghost fairy, and his ambitions are unprecedentedly expanded.

After that, he designed to destroy the Beiting army, behead the prince, force the former king to death, and ascend the throne to become a new generation of Tang king.

And many strong men who set off the rebellion turned themselves into court orthodoxy, including the suzerain of the Tiangang Sect—National Teacher Zhang Songhe.

Jiedu envoys from all over the country either participated in it, or sat back and watched the Beiting Army's destruction, got a share of the pie, and took the opportunity to firmly control the military and political power.

In this way, although the civil strife is calmed down, the fragmentation of the country is a foregone conclusion...

The more the two veterans talked, the more they became more and more sad and angry, Song Yun had no choice but to comfort them:
"The dead are gone, and these traitors are also in great trouble now. If there are still alive, I will take action later, kill them all, and avenge them."

"In the future, the Beiting Army may also have a day of reconstruction."

The old soldiers looked over in surprise, and then realized that Song Yun did have the capital to say such things, and silently saluted with fists clasped.

"Seniors, you don't need to be polite, I am also a soldier of Beiting."

Arriving at the junction of Shuofang Road and the desert, Gao Hanqing was already waiting outside the pass and joined the queue to go home.

This one-armed boy lived in hiding in Shuofang Road, guarding against the spies of Xuanji Pavilion all day long, and wanted to leave a long time ago.

After the group arrived in Anxi, they first went to the cemetery to lay down the remains of the remnants of Beiting. Two old soldiers stood beside Guo Xin's grave, reminiscing about the past, tears streaming down their faces.

Decades ago, they were all equally high-spirited, sitting at the border and preparing to go out.

An accident caused most of the Beiting soldiers to die tragically, and the rest either stayed in the isolated city or hid in the mountain village, and then passed away after a long wait.

Now that Song Yun was born, and the dawn of the Beiting Army reappeared, there were probably only two people left who saw this scene.

Then everyone gathered in the hut, and the two old soldiers opened the package and moved a broken jade brick covered with talismans to the table.

A system message quickly popped up in Song Yun's mind:

[Air-carrying object detected - Destiny seal fragments, absorbed? 】

"Huh? Is this the Seal of Destiny?"

The two veterans looked at each other blankly, "The Seal of Destiny? No, this is the Emperor Xuan's Seal made by the previous king. If it was an imperial weapon like the Seal of Destiny, the previous king would not have failed to proclaim himself emperor."

Song Yun nodded, and quietly listened to the old soldier introduce the origin of this seal, that is, when King Tang Jing tried to proclaim himself emperor.

After talking about it, the two veterans tentatively said:

"Song Yun, I wonder if you can support Li Tianyang as the new king of the Tang Dynasty? Tianyang is still young, if you are willing to support him, he will be the only ruler of the Tang Dynasty, Tianyang's Shangfu, and enjoy the fortune of the Tang Dynasty..."

The Zun Guo Zun and the Monarch are originally in an equal and cooperative relationship, but if the Monarch is weak, then the Zing Guo Zun is the one who truly holds great power.

This operation is very common in today's troubled times. Many venerables do not want to be contaminated with karma, and like to hide behind the scenes to control the government.

The old soldier also knew that it was impossible for Song Yun to support Li Tianyang for no reason. He could only use the luck of a country and the highest status as a reward in exchange for the help of a genius master.

Song Yun thought about it quietly.

To guard Anxi, he alone is enough, and he does not need any country.

However, his reputation has already spread, and he has already attracted the prying eyes of powerful people from all walks of life, so he may not be able to drag him safely to the realm of martial saints.

During the transition period from Grandmaster to Martial Saint, if there is luck to help, it will be much safer.

In addition, Li Yong's court seems to be comprehensively suppressing and discrediting the Beiting army.

If I can support an orthodoxy, I can also tell the world, rectify the names of the old soldiers, publicly pursue them, hold a state funeral, and let them enjoy the treatment they should have enjoyed.

By the way, completely eliminate Li Yong, both physically and in name.

(End of this chapter)