Luo nine needles

In the short period of day and night, I saw two Mo disciples.

They are still in the imperial city.

One was brought in by Uncle Li Guo, and the other was imprisoned in the third division pending review.

The emperor thought to himself that what Zhang Zhang said was right, his world and the imperial city belonged to Motu, one after another could appear in front of him at will.

The one during the day was okay, kneeling and humbled to offer treasures, but now this one is holding a knife around his neck.

The emperor clutched a memorial, felt the cold blade in his neck, and heard Zhu Chuan's shout.

"Are you going to kill the king?"

Yes, do you want to kill the king?During the day, the Mo student surnamed Gao said that this Seven Star is the daughter of the head of the Mo sect, and she wants to avenge her father.

The emperor's heart was cold, but he was too kind. At that time, he thought that the Jianghu sect was not worth mentioning, and he didn't kill the grass and roots like he did to the remnants of King Jin.

Zhu Chuan's voice still rang in his ears.

"If you kill His Majesty, you will not live!"

The hoarse voice of this useless man slave sounded like a pleading rather than a threat at all.

What would happen if Huo Lian was there?
This woman said earlier that she was about to break in last time, but was stopped by Huo Lian. Now Huo Lian is gone, so she drove straight in without any hindrance
The emperor couldn't say that he regretted locking up Huo Lian too early, but he was even more angry. Since Huo Lian stopped the woman, why didn't she kill her then?
"I'm not going to kill His Majesty."

A female voice came.

"I just want to talk to His Majesty."

talk about?talk about what?Redress?The emperor looked at the woman again. If he agreed no matter what the woman said, he should not be ridiculed for being cowardly. There is no one else in the room.

The thought flashed, seeing the woman approaching suddenly, the half knife on the neck sliding against the skin, the emperor subconsciously yelled, but the neck was not cut, the half knife slipped to the back, and at the same time the person was grabbed by the belt, the next moment The body vacated.

"Step aside!"

Accompanied by a female voice, the emperor was held hostage and headed out the door.

Seeing the emperor who was about to hit the knife point directly, the imperial guards backed away in panic.

In front were the swords of the imperial guards, and behind was the woman's half-cut knife. The emperor had no chance to struggle, so he was carried over the imperial guards, swept out of the palace, and rushed into the wind and snow.

"Be careful Your Majesty—"

"Don't shoot arrows—"

There was a lot of shouting outside the door, and the guards surrounding them were in a state of confusion, not daring to step forward, unable to retreat.

But the female emperor had no fear in her hands, she used the emperor as a shield in one hand, and swung a broken knife in the other, and the guards who did not step forward and did not retreat fell down.

After a few ups and downs between the white jade railings, Qixing jumped onto a palace with the emperor in his arms.

"Seven Stars—"

There was a sound coming from a distance, accompanied by more chaotic footsteps, more guards came running from the palace gate, and Liu Yan ran at the forefront.

The cloak had been thrown off in the snowstorm, and the hair crown was a little messy. The snow-covered palace road was extremely slippery, and he stumbled, but he didn't slow down at all. He ran wildly, and looked up to see the woman on the palace and the captured emperor.

"Seven Stars, don't hurt Your Majesty!" He shouted anxiously, "Your mother practiced the way of the Mohists, advised love and restrained evil, obeyed the will of heaven, stopped injustice, and prospered the world. If you hurt Your Majesty, the world will be in chaos. The crime of treason is hard to escape from generation to generation!"

Listening to the words coming from the wind and snow, Qixing paused on the cornices, and the emperor who was being carried was dangling in the air, and when he heard Liu Yan's words, he couldn't help but blacken his eyes.

Liu Yan!

Sure enough, both civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty were Mohist disciples.

Qi Xing looked at Liu Yan who was rushing down below, and said loudly: "Lord Liu, don't worry, I will not hurt Your Majesty."

After finishing speaking, he no longer looked at the soldiers and guards coming from all sides, he carried the emperor up and down a few times, up and down the palace hall of the imperial city, and disappeared into the night, only snowflakes were left in everyone's eyes.

Everyone's hearts were covered with snow, and there was a vast expanse.

The emperor was robbed.

This is really unprecedented.

Zhu Chuan stood outside the hall, holding a half-cut knife. Since Qixing hijacked the emperor and ran out of the hall, he stopped yelling, and didn't even chase after him. Looking at the chaotic soldiers and guards, and Many people flocked to him.

"What about Deputy Envoy Zhu?"

"Deputy Envoy Zhu."

Zhu Zhuan's voice was like a snowstorm, and Zhu Chuan ran away suddenly, passing through the chaotic soldiers and guards, putting aside the noisy shouts, and ran wildly.

The chaos in the imperial city has not yet spread, or the officials who came rushed to seal the imperial city.

The entire capital is still sleeping in the snow.

In Duchasi's cell, Huo Lian was sleeping peacefully with his face inside. When he heard random footsteps, a person fell on the ground, and the sound of a weapon hitting the ground suddenly, he remained motionless, as if cut off from the outside world.

Zhu Chuan, who fell to the ground, looked at Huo Lian's figure lying on his side. He had thousands of words to say, and finally opened his mouth and burst into tears.

"Captain—His Majesty was captured by Qixing!"

"Captain—what should I do!"

The cries echoed in the cell, and Huo Lian, who was sleeping, turned around and sat up, looking at Zhu Chuan, who was lying on the ground, beating the ground and sobbing.

"Why are you crying?" He said, "If you catch him, go and rescue him."

After finishing speaking, he stood up with the rattling of chains, and the prison door was opened. Zhu Chuan raised his head and saw Huo Lian coming out. He bent over to pick up the half knife he had fallen and dropped just now, and strode away.

Zhu Chuan raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears, and jumped up: "The governor waits for me!"

The valley was covered with heavy snow, and the sun shone brightly on the rocks and trees in the sun.

However, Uncle Li Guo is not interested in enjoying the snow. Although at this time in the past, it was necessary to invite friends to enjoy the snow and drink wine, but that was in a gorgeous manor with an excellent location. So it is a wild valley because there is no scenery to speak of.

After the heavy snowfall, it was colder in the valley than in other places, and the biting chill was still unstoppable even though it was wrapped in a thick fur.

"It's really brave, to dare to dig the secret store here." He frowned and said, "It's so close to the Xishan Palace, it can be seen that his heart is vicious."

The rich man said: "It can also be seen that Your Majesty is the destiny, and now the secret library is close and convenient to use."

Uncle Li Guo smiled: "You have a sweet mouth, but His Majesty can't be coaxed by just saying a few nice words."

The rich man bowed to Li Guojiu: "We still have to rely on the country's uncle."

Uncle Li Guo laughed: "It's easy to talk about." After speaking, he urged, "Where is the door to this secret storehouse?"

The rich man looked at the rocks and cliffs in front of him, with a look of nostalgia: "Actually, I only came here once, and I still waited far away outside to take a look."

Uncle Li Guo frowned: "Then can you find the place?"

The rich man's eyebrows and eyes were somewhat arrogant: "As a financial teacher, I, Gao Suyang, have a photographic memory." After saying that, he stretched out his hand, "Under that cliff, between two withered pine trees."

Uncle Li Guo stepped forward happily. Behind them, there were more than a dozen people following. Zhike walked in the front, holding the six-foot sword in his hand.

A group of people stepped on the snow to the cliff.

"Hurry up, where is the key?" Li Guojiu urged again, his eyes full of urgency, "Let me see what treasures are in the secret storehouse of Momen."

Did you hollow out the mountains?It was full of gold, silver and jewels.

The rich man looked back: "Have your swordsmiths come?"

Among the dozen or so people behind him came out, with a thin body, nodded and said, "I am a swordsmith."

Zhike said: "The Juzi Token is in the sword, let's see how to take it out—"

As he spoke, he handed out the six-foot sword.

At this moment, snowflakes fell on the cliffs on both sides, Zhike said inwardly that he was sorry, and withdrew his sword, but it was still a step too late, a snow mist engulfed the sword like a whirlwind, and with the flying snowflakes, more than a dozen people came from Both sides flew down, surrounding a group of people.

Uncle Li Guo was taken aback, and hid directly behind the rich man: "Who is it?"

The rich man's expression was indifferent: "It's okay, it's my son." After speaking, he seemed a little helpless, "Xiao Liu, what are you doing?"

The snow mist wrapped in the sword had landed, revealing a person who joined the dozen or so people. He held the six-foot sword and looked at the rich man angrily: "Father, do you really want to sacrifice Momen to the court!"

The rich man said: "These things are what Luo Gong wants to offer to King Jin. That is a sacrifice, and now is the right way."

Gao Xiaoliu snorted: "Which right way is sneaking around? Why can't you be aboveboard? You just use Momen in exchange for your glory and wealth!"

When he said this, he roared with grief.

"Father—can't you just be my father? I'm working hard to atone for your sins and make up for the harm you caused Momen!"

"But no matter what I do, you refuse to stop. Time and time again, do you insist on forcing your son to kill you? Or do you kill me?"

The rich man said lightly: "I will not kill you, you are my son."

As he spoke, Zhike who was standing by the side suddenly raised his hand, the wind roared, and a ball of snow fell on Gao Xiaoliu.

Gao Xiaoliu turned around to dodge, but was still hit on the shoulder. The seemingly soft snow mass staggered him, and the six-foot sword in his hand slipped. Zhike and a dozen people jumped up and rushed towards Gao Xiaoliu at the same time. A dozen or so people around Liu hurriedly waved their weapons to greet him.

Snowflakes danced in the valley and fell into a melee.

Gao Xiaoliu rushes left and right in it, but is always entangled by Zhike.

"My lord, stop messing around." Zhike kept trying to persuade him.

Gao Xiaoliu took a deep look at him and said, "Okay."

Following the sound of good, he lowered his shoulders and knelt down, and the six-foot sword in his hand slid out at the same time, only a muffled sound was heard, and Zhike was pierced by the long sword.

The long sword in his hand landed on Gao Xiaoliu's shoulder, it brushed past Gao Xiaoliu without piercing.

Zhike looked surprised, looking down at the blood dripping in front of him, he couldn't believe it.

If you don't believe that the young master can kill him, if you don't believe that the young master will kill him.

"Young master." He raised his head and looked at Gao Xiaoliu, the young people in front of him changed light and shadow, from a handsome youth to a sassy boy to a smart boy, and finally to a white, fat and cute baby in his arms.

"It's cold." He murmured, "Master, remember to wear socks."

Accompanied by these words, his head drooped still, and his eyes fell on the bare feet of Gao Xiaoliu who was kneeling on the ground, wearing golden thread straw sandals.

Gao Xiaoliu didn't even look at Zhike, he pulled out his sword abruptly, and with a clang, he broke the weapon in the hand of the nearest person, that person staggered back, and the dozen or so people who were fighting together were temporarily separated.

Gao Xiaoliu looked at the rich man Gao: "Loving thieves is not love for people, not loving thieves is not love for people, killing thieves is not killing people."

He pointed the six-foot sword in his hand at the rich man.