Confucianism in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 8 The meeting of the wind and clouds
The setting sun is about to fall, and the afterglow dyes the river and sky, and a majestic city sits in a line of red clouds.

The sky is not yet dark, the city is already lit up, and the Qingshi Long Street is full of fire trees and silver flowers, as if the Milky Way has fallen into the world.

Before nightfall, the street has already heard the gentle and gentle sounds of boat songs, teahouses, restaurants, and gambling shops. The fragrance of tea, wine, perfume, and powder permeates the long street. In the past, the men's sleeves were like the wind, and the women's skirts were winding. Gradually spread out a splendid picture scroll, the ancient city is prosperous.

The last afterglow is finally swallowed by the night...

Downstairs of the Stork Tower, at the head of Hongshui Bridge, there is a white dress in plain clothes, with black hair in a half curl, a few strands of hair hanging from the temples, the jade face is like snow, the eyebrows are picturesque, the eyes are clear and soft, and the gaze is full of grace.

Beside him was a young boy with delicate features, red lips and white teeth.

Ten miles of prosperity, a night of fish and dragon dancing, a song of drunken dreams.

The night market is bustling with thousands of lights, he and she are one tall and one short, but they are in harmony.

"Suddenly looking back, that person is there, in a dimly lit place."

For a moment, Fu Nian understood Jiaxuan's words, maybe that's it.

"Brother Nian, this night market is really lively."

A clear voice sounded next to his ear, he looked sideways and saw the woman smiling.

"I'm afraid it will be more lively." Fu Nian replied.

He knew that Ji Yanran brought him here to see the night market and it wasn't a temporary phenomenon.

There are at least five or six different directions on the street, and there are eleven or two people walking, some look like tourists, some look like peddlers, there are scholars with handles playing with folding fans, and there are businessmen with burdens on their backs.

There are old and young, their clothes are different, their movements are different, but he can tell that these people are not weak in martial arts.

Without exception, all of these people's gazes were directed in the same direction - the Guanque Tower, the vermilion giant tower standing under the night.

"You don't understand style." Ji Yanran reproached softly, with a smile still on the corner of her mouth.

Then a man came, a confident man.

"Master Ji, long time no see, don't come here without any problems." A soft voice came, and under the night, a figure walked slowly.

His person is the same as his pace, unhurried and confident.

"It's not in vain for you, the rightful lord, to come here." Ji Yanran replied.

"This must be the friend whom Lord Xinling mentioned at first sight." The man looked at Fu Nian and asked, his tone full of inquiry.

"Boy, Fu Nian, I have met senior."

"My name is Yang Gongxie. Since you are Lord Xinling's friend, then you are my friend. Why do you need to be polite? You and I are brothers."

"Brother Yang." Fu Nian said again.

"Good brother," Yang Gongxie said happily, "You and I should have a good get-together today, but some people seem to be unable to wait."

A man came from the corner of the street, although he was wearing a black robe, he was still thin.

The most noteworthy thing was his face, not because he was handsome, but because he was ugly, very ugly.

The left side of this face seems to have been cut off in half, his nose and eyes were pulled out crookedly, not a nose, but half, not a pair of eyes, but one, his right eye was left only Down a dark and deep hole.

With the appearance of this person, those people stopped pretending and showed their murderous intentions.

"My family's leader is here to invite you." The extremely ugly man said.

Hearing this, Yang Gongxie said to the two of them, "I'll go first."

Then he walked towards the Guanque Tower.

When he came to the front of the building, two figures flew down from upstairs, one left and one right blocking his way.

Both of them were dressed in black, with bamboo hats covering their heads so that people could not see their faces clearly.

Yang Gongxie smiled indifferently, raised his foot and wanted to go upstairs.

The two of them shot out together, and they slapped out with one palm. The palms were powerful, and they attacked Yang Gongxie like overwhelming mountains and seas.

But Yang Gongxie didn't dodge, he raised his arm, grasped with five fingers, and clasped the wrists of the two people.

Those two people were startled, and immediately exerted their strength, but they wanted to use their internal strength to shock Yang Gongxie away.

Unexpectedly, a chilly qi permeated from their hand veins and rushed straight to the heart veins.

The two of them only felt their bodies stiffened, they couldn't move, and their internal energy couldn't function even more.

They could only watch helplessly as Yang Gongxie stepped up the stairs, went upstairs, and disappeared from their sight.

Yang Gongxie opened the door and entered, and there was a person sitting in the middle of the building. His face was very ordinary, even ordinary, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife's edge.

"This Daliang City is too small to accommodate your people."

His voice was calm, but it contained an irresistible sense of oppression.

Yang Gongxie smiled, and said, "I don't know if Huanzhulou needs Daliang City or not, but I have to come, for one person."

"You Huanzhulou and my Feipeng Gang have a deep grievance. I have to ask you when you come to my territory." Yan Xiong said.

"I have given you enough face by coming here." Yang Gong said evilly.

Fiery breath emanated from Yan Xiong's body, this heat distorted the air, as if everything around him would be reduced to ashes in the next moment.

A red palm force was struck out from Yan Xiong's hand, the strength of the palm was like fire, burning the space around his body.

Yang Gongxie let out a soft snort, and the cold air spread from his body, forming a sheet of frost, facing Yan Xiong's palm.

The two palms collided, ice and fire mingled, the two palms merged, one hot and the other cold, stirring in the entire pavilion.

The two collected their skills together, separated from each other, and stared at each other.

.........

Ji Yanran, who was outside the building, saw the movement inside, looked at the extremely ugly man, and said, "If I pass your test, I will not be able to go upstairs."

She recognized this person, Liu Qinghe, who was the jade-faced gentleman back then, and Liu Yuhen, who is now the Sixth Hall Master of the Feipeng Gang.

Seeing this, Fu Nian stepped aside, he had confidence in Ji Yanran.

Ji Yanran drew her sword out of its sheath, pointing at Liu Yuhen with the tip of the sword, the sword light was dazzling, illuminating her beautiful face, and reflected her eyes like stars.

She didn't speak any more, and the sword in her hand had already stabbed out.

Liu Yuhen's eyes turned cold, and the sword in his hand was unsheathed.

His sword is very strange, the body of the sword is pitch black, and the blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, just a narrow piece.

The moment the sword was unsheathed, there was a faint whining sound in the air, like a devil crying, his sword was as weird as his people.

Ji Yanran's heart trembled, that strange sword had arrived, and the strike came first.

The sword in her hand trembled slightly, flowing gently like flowing water, melting the sword away.

But the sword didn't end, the trembling sword body suddenly shattered, like fine flying sand shooting at Liu Yuhen, or like a heavy rainstorm so dense that it was almost suffocating.

At such a close distance, no one could dodge it. The broken sword as fine as dust passed through Liu Yuhen's body, and the blood mist floated out.

The dense sword marks on his body covered his whole body like a spider web, and these scars were very thin.

He still stood there motionless, as if he didn't notice the terrible scars on his body.

Blood gurgled down and dripped onto the bluestone slab.

At this time, Liu Yuhen was like a lifeless blood man, letting the blood soak his clothes and boots.

Liu Yuhen's lips trembled, and finally he uttered a word. His voice was hoarse, as if he had been thirsty for a long time: "Not bad... a sword."

His body finally fell down.

Fu Nian looked at the group of people on the left, they were still indifferent.

"Let's go." Ji Yanran threw away the long sword with only the hilt in her hand, and led Fu Nian upstairs.

The two people in front of the building were attacked by the cold poison, and now they are carrying their fate, how can they be stopped.

As for those who were hiding in the dark, they remained calm and remained silent.

"You guys are here." A familiar voice came from inside the building.

Fu Nian and Ji Yanran entered, Yang Gongxie and a cold and stern man sat on one side.

The cold and stern man looked at Fu Nian, a slight ripple appeared in his indifferent eyes.

Fu Nian looked at him, and the two of them made eye contact.

His heart is as cold as his own, without warmth, and this coldness is even more calm.

Fu Nian turned to look at Ji Yanran, he shook his head slightly.

This person didn't intend to do anything, he was waiting, waiting for the result he wanted.

.........

A flat boat came up from the river, and there was a person standing on the prow, with a graceful posture, Xiao Shuxuan raised it.Dressed in Tsing Yi, he has the appearance of an elegant scholar.

He flew out of the boat, landed on the shore, and went upstairs by himself.

"If you are not in a hurry, allow me to ask for advice."

The voice is ethereal, vague, and everywhere.

A figure came from a distance, making it hard to see clearly, seeming like reality.

It's just that in the next moment, he has already arrived in front of him, there should be no doubt about it.

Xue Zhu stopped and looked up at him, "Who are you?"

"Like you, I am here for my friends," he replied.

His person disappeared along with his words, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

The jade flute in Xue Zhu's hand lowered lightly, suppressing the sword that appeared from nowhere and pierced from nowhere.

Xue Zhu slapped out a palm, and thousands of palm shadows emerged, seemingly real and unreal, and there was a sense of confusion between the virtual and the real that made it impossible to distinguish.

The black-robed envoy turned into thousands of sword shadows with just one sword strike.

The shadows of palms and swords intertwine, becoming more and more confusing, making it hard to see the truth.

He sensed the real sword.

He stretched out two slender fingers, clamped the sword, a trace of blood slid down the blade, and dripped onto the ground along the blade.

The black-robed envoy withdrew the sword in his hand, the blade was still clean, but there was a gap the size of a fingernail on the tip of the sword.

"I was the one who lost the wind." The black-robed envoy looked at Xue Zhu.

Xue Zhu didn't pay attention, and walked towards the Guanque Tower again, and the black-robed emissary also went to the Guanque Tower, as said before, the purpose of the two was the same.

It seemed to arrive in an instant, but the place where they appeared just now was still empty, but now there were two people standing there.

"You're here." Yang Gongxie's eyes fell on Xue Zhu.

"I'm here first." Xue Zhu said, it seems that there are still people coming.

"What identity are you here?" Yan Xiong looked at the man, who was completely hidden in the black robe.

This was the first time Fu Nian saw the cold and stern man speak.

"I'm here as your friend." The black-robed envoy replied.

Yan Xiong was silent for a moment, then said: "It's always good to have more friends."

.........

The night was getting darker, and the people on the street were gone.

It's just that you never know how many people are hiding in the dark.

There was a sound of horseshoes and a sound of uniform steps, which was especially shocking in this quiet place.

"Since this person is here, he has already made a decision." A voice said in the darkness.

These figures hidden in the darkness left one by one, submerged into the darkness, silently.

…………

A carriage was driving slowly in the night, and the sound of horseshoes was particularly waking in the silence.

The lights on the street corner have also been turned off, and the pedestrians on the road have long since disappeared.But the absence of pedestrians does not mean that there are no people.

"Which young master is in the car?" A man in armor was riding on a horse and asked when he saw the royal family decoration on the car.

Behind him was a group of imperial guards wearing red armor, no less than 200 people at first glance.

Rows of brave soldiers, wearing blue helmets, slanting machetes, red saber jackets on the drills fluttering in the slanting wind and drizzle, behind them are several cavalry, and in front are military officers with bright white tops, looking at the same color spears, guns The blood on the ground rose slightly, which was particularly scary. There was a large group of people in the dark, but there was no sound, and they stood in the night under the night.

The curtain of the car was lifted, and a person leaned out from the car, revealing a fair and elegant face.

"So it's General Zuo, nice to meet you." Lord Xinling's voice could not hear any emotion, "General Zuo, why are you here?"

This person is called Zuo Zhu, and he is the commander of the armored army of the royal capital's forbidden army.He is also the head of the Armored Sect of the Wei State. His hard qigong has been practiced to the point of perfection, and he is invulnerable to swords and guns.

"It's just a night watch." Zuo Zhu replied, "Master, did you come to Guanque Tower so late to enjoy the wind?"

"It's the general who knows me, exactly." Lord Xinling said with a smile.

His smile was beautiful, but the night covered the look in his eyes, making him look a bit bleak.

(End of this chapter)