Nightfall

The streets around Song Guoducheng Square were dead, and occasionally a few heavy breaths could be heard. It was not a human breath, but a horse breath.

The voice of someone ’s preaching came from a distance, because of the distance, it seemed a bit erratic, as if coming from the sky, I could not hear the full meaning, only vaguely able to capture women, stones, sins, pancakes, salt, etc. The words were soon dispelled by the nose of the war horse and blended into the cold winter air, and no traces could be found.

Is there really no trace? Naturally not, the sound enters people's ears, leaving traces on the heart, the deacon of the Xiling temple priests hidden in the streets around the square, and the Song Guo cavalry who are holding sharp weapons, the expression is a little strange.

Breathing sounds gradually increased, from hundreds of horses on standby, from thousands of deacons and soldiers ready to attack at any time, gradually gathered in the quiet streets and thunders.

In the plan of the Xiling Temple, these heavily armed people will later rush out of the street, toward the quiet square, kill the thieves with the weapon in their hands, and cut the sham evangelist into Fragmentation, set off the first big Protestant annihilation.

It's just ... Those priests with pale faces, those deacons with indifferent faces, and those pale cavalry soldiers of Song Dynasty, actually don't understand why there are so many devout Haotian believers who are willing to continue to listen to the blasphemous Preach. Why should the Protestant believers stand or sit when they listen to the preaching? Should n’t they kneel?

why?

The Taoist Temple finally received a hands-on command, and the sound of heavy city gates closed. The Song Dynasty capital has become a dead city, and no one can leave. Those who dare to ignore the temple ban, convert or support people who only sympathize with Protestantism, will be arrested. As for those Protestant communicators, those blasphemers , Will be killed immediately.

The wind blowing from the coastline gradually became colder, the snowflakes could not be blown, and the snow on the streets no longer melted. Gradually build up. With neat and terrifying footsteps, the city gradually turned into a clean and murderous white. Everyone knows that these white snow will be stained with blood later.

The iron gun hit the armor. Warhorse breathing quickly. The knight's indifferent eyes. The clear smell of metal in the air gradually turned into a **** smell. Numerous shock and horror cries were heard around the square. People knew that the temple would not allow Protestantism to spread like this. But they still did not expect that this battle of faith would appear so iron-blooded at the beginning.

The believers who sympathized with the Protestantism were forcibly driven to a corner by cavalry led by the deacons of the Xiling Temple. The sound of the tragedy is naturally the most crying.

Cries of fear and despair.

Blood was spilt in the crowd, the sound of cold shouts kept ringing, the light of the iron gun and the blade kept ringing, and then there was a brighter light, that is Jianguang.

Among the crowd, more than 20 disciples from the Jian Pavilion in Nanjin draw their swords at the same time, inheriting the swords from Liu Bai and Liu Yiqing, and cutting through the anger that has fallen on the world with unprecedented momentum.

The anger of the temple shrank slightly, but as the cavalry kept pouring in, and more powerful players joined the battle, the scene became more and more chaotic.

The three temple cavalry commanders, leading their subordinates, broke through the interception of the disciples of the sword pavilion and burst into the depths of the square. They did not see the Protestant believers who were crying and hiding around. Kill the profanity, who of these Protestant believers will continue to believe the absurd and evil arguments?

Looking at the non-stop bleeding people in the field, at the mother holding the crying child, at the old man with white hair and terrified face, Ye Su's eyes showed deep sorrow, but strangely, looking at those The temple cavalry he had killed himself was also pitying and mourning.

Chen Pipi went to the stage and was ready to take his brothers out of here. They have experienced this kind of thing many times during the escape journey after leaving Nanjin.

"Today, it really seems to be the last day."

Ye Su reached out and patted him on the shoulder, motioned him not to tidy up his luggage, and then looked up at the sky where snow kept falling, and said, "Just, why did the teacher do this?"

During the escape journey, the mindless youth and the flesh of his body gradually disappeared, and Chen Pipi said, "It's not the end until the end."

His expression is so serious, his eyes are full of exhaustion, but the depth of exhaustion is firm without hesitation. Only this sentence shows that he is still the same as the original orange peel. He believes that he is right and willing To work hard for it, the most important and most admirable to such a partner as Ning Que is that he is still optimistic in the face of despair.

"It's different."

Ye Su no longer looked at the sky, looking at more and more cavalry around the square, as well as those strong and powerful Daomen, said calmly: "Today's momentum is too great."

"Only these people can't stop us from leaving."

Chen Pipi came to him and looked at the cavalry commanders who were getting closer and closer, as well as the temple cavalry who killed Yiyingtian, saying, "They are going to die soon."

A few years ago, he was seriously injured, and the snowy mountains and seas were locked up by Sangsang. He was already a waste person, and he was not an opponent of any strong temple player today.

But what he said was calm and taken for granted.

Of course, this is what the academy takes for granted.

However, just after saying this sentence, his expression changed slightly, because he saw the crowd gradually dividing, a young girl was slowly approaching the wooden platform-Nanhai girl Xiaoyu, his former fiancee.

The once proud and powerful girl in the South China Sea is still strong, but pride has completely sunk into her bones. She is wearing a **** robe, and her breath is calm and cold.

She is a strong man who knows her destiny, and those disciples of the sword pavilion can't stop her footsteps. Even a hard sword will become scrap iron when she meets her hands.

Walking twenty feet away, the Nanhai Maiden stopped and watched the three temple cavalry in unison with the unstoppable temple cavalry.

She looked at Ye Su with a complicated look. Some admire, some fear, some hate, some contempt, she knows that one of the most outstanding traitors in Daomen history is about to die.

She looked at Chen Pipi, her eyes very complicated, but she couldn't see what she was thinking.

A cavalry leader led the longitudinal horse to the front of the stage. The lines on the knife were suddenly bright. Throwing the endless world of vitality and chopping down.

If it were still that year, the two men could easily take the knife, and probably even ignored it. Ye Su and Chen Pipi were the loudest names of Daomen in two decades. Whether Ye Hongyu or Longqing. None are qualified to compare with them.

These two men are the real geniuses of Daomen. And now they have betrayed the door, or for this reason, Haotian has taken away all their cultivation behavior.

That's what the cavalry leader thought. He has the cultivation practice of Dongxuan Shangjing, and he has the help of the sword. This sword already has the power to know the life. How can you kill two waste people?

Just then, an iron rod flew out of the sky like a hill.

The knight commanded by the cavalry hit the hill, and the war horse could not stop. Then his body hit the hill.

The mountain was made of iron and could not be hit. Anyone who tried to hit it would become a powder, the sword of the cavalry commander would become a powder, his man would become a powder, and the horse under his seat would also become a powder The powder, with metallic luster powder and blood-red meat powder, spread out in the square, mixed together and began to emit a strange luster.

The noisy and chaotic battlefield suddenly became quiet at this moment. Those temple cavalry who were charging towards the platform pulled the reins desperately. Those deacons who were fighting, stopped their hands in amazement, and looked at the sound.

The smoke and dust gradually converge and fall again, no matter what kind of powder, falling on the ground and mixing with the snow, you can't see the initial, the vision becomes clear, and a petite figure appears.

The animal skin shivered slightly in the cold wind, like the thin strands of hair on her cheek. She pulled out the iron rod from the ground and looked at the Nanhai girl in front.

"Tang Xiaotang!"

Xiaoyu looked at the figure and said that there was a flame burning between the lips and teeth, and then she looked at Chen Pipi, her eyes deep, full of sadness and anger.

Tang Xiaotang looked at her and said seriously: "If you dare to look at him like that, then I will definitely dig out your eyes."

Xiao Yu's voice was extremely cold: "Why?"

Tang Xiaotang said: "I said in Taoshan a few years ago that he is my man."

She took it for granted, just like Chen Pipi did before.

Of course, this is still a matter of course.

Although he was born in Daomen and has the most noble and genius lineage, although she was born in Devil Sect and has the most evil and domineering lineage, he and she are both in the Academy.

There was silence in the square, only the moan of the wounded and the cry of the deceased's companion.

Looking at Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang standing together, the Nanhai girl gradually calmed down, with a faint expression of self-deprecation in her eyes.

"Where is the reason to die together? The subject is still waiting for you on Taoshan."

She asked Chen Pipi.

Chen Pipi explained very seriously: "Ning Que once said that when Jinfeng Yulu meets, it wins over countless people. I am Jinfeng, she is Yulu."

Xiaoyu stunned slightly, and said with some sadness: "Sure enough poetry."

Chen Pipi looked at her and said with a smile: "Actually ... Ning Que's next statement is more in line with my pursuit. He said that it takes a long time and a long time."

"and so?"

"So today cannot be our last day."

"You should know who this is."

"My father? I don't think his will will be executed."

"This is Haotian's world, and the subjective execution is Haotian's will, and no one can change it."

"I am his son, brother is his disciple, we may not really be able to change him ... But I think someone in this world can stop him."

"Who?"

"Ning Que."

Chen Pipi said seriously: "That guy, not even Haotian, is his opponent. How can you say my father is his opponent?"

"Ning Queyuan is in Chang'an. He didn't dare to go out of town, so he can't change what is happening here today."

Xiao Yu looked at him quietly, then raised his right hand. The wide sleeves of the Shen robe slowly sagged, revealing her smooth and white arms, which looked pretty.

Tang Xiaotang looked at Chen Pipi and said, "No."

Chen Pipi's eyes widened and said, "I'm just a little shocked, isn't her family always quite black? Why is it so white now?"

When jokes should n’t be jokes, it ’s because of tension.

Xiao Yu raised his right arm, and the cavalry in the Xiling Temple was ready to attack again.

Chen Pipi said that he believed that Ning Que could change all this. In fact, he didn't really believe it. He was just a habitual bragger who also raised his face for his friends.

He looked at Ye Su and confirmed a fact.

"Senior brother, it seems that you really got it."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you can predict the future."

"Ok?"

"You just said ... this is the last day."

Ye Su smiled and said, "This is my last day."

Chen Pipi said, "That must be mine."

Just looking at the situation between the courts, Tang Xiaotang will not be afraid of the girl Xiaoyu. The sword lights of the disciples of the sword pavilion are still astonishing and they should be able to protect them from evacuation.

But the brothers knew that it was really the end.

Because this time it is the will of the subject.

That man is his most respected teacher and his father. They know how powerful and terrible that man is, even if the other person is like their brother, they are now ruined people in the snowy mountains, but they are moving. Between thoughts, it can also subvert the world.

Apart from facing the Confucius, the subject can never go wrong. It is definitely not the only thing that appears in the Song Kingdom today. There must be someone who is ready to make the final harvest.

The atmosphere was suppressed first, and then with Chen Pipi's silence, and the groans of the wounded, it gradually became eerie, and the snow fell slightly.

"We ourselves are the road, the truth and the life."

Ye Su looked at the believers who looked sad and painful in the field ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ said slowly: "Follow yourself and walk, you will definitely walk out of the dark valley and get the greatest joy."

With this sentence, the snow fell suddenly, but the snow cloud over the Song Dynasty capital city cracked a gap, and the sky fell on him, which happened to fall on him and plated him with a gold rim.

Protestant believers in the field looked at this scene, shocked and speechless, and then fell to their knees.

"Road, truth and life?"

Across a few inconspicuous buildings, there was a small courtyard. The Longqing prince stood in the courtyard, holding his hands, listening to the sound from outside the wall, and thoughtfully.

On the ground behind him are dozens of stacks of dry firewood, which are very dry and give a holy feeling that no snow dares to fall on it.

The flames ignited by these wood piles should be very high.

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(Actually, it's beyond my expectations.) (To be continued ...)