At this time, all the practitioners in the yard were killed.
These soldiers who rushed out of the secret passage continued to rush out along the alley outside the yard.
The yard became quiet again.
Wang Yehu turned his head to look at Shu Shengyuan and said, "Li Deyi probably won't come."
Shu Shengyuan was a little unacceptable, and he said slowly, "Can anyone stop him?"
Wang Yehu shook his head, "No one can stop him, let alone I don't want him to die."
The more Shu Shengyuan looked at Wang Yehu, the more terrifying he felt, "Is he actually yours?"
Wang Yehu smiled and said, "That's not."
Shu Shengyuan took a deep breath and said, "Then why don't you want him to die?"
Wang Yehu sighed.
"I just find it very strange."
He looked at the dim and gorgeous half of the city in front of him, and couldn't help but frown slightly, "This is the Tang Dynasty. No matter how much I am a Tang Dynasty person, Li Deyi is also a Tang Dynasty person. Why do I have to die?"
Shu Shengyuan is not the newly promoted eighth-ranked rank who helped Wang Yehu carry the sedan chair before. Although he had seen Wang Yehu almost every day before, he was very unfamiliar with Wang Yehu's inner world.
He couldn't understand.
Wang Yehu continued, "How many more people like Li Deyi have been born since the founding of the Tang Dynasty? And Xiao Zhenwei, now everyone in the world thinks he is cowardly and thinks he is serving the powerful and powerful, but I have at least protected him. I can't protect Guo Beixi, can't I still protect Xiao Zhenwei? Can't I try to protect Li Deyi?"
Shu Shengyuan was a little unbelievable, and he couldn't help but say jokingly, "After you say this, I thought the Tang Dynasty's country was not owned by Li's family, but yours."
"You guys just like to stare at the dragon throne and the official positions under the dragon throne." Wang Yehu narrowed his eyes and said, "This Tang Dynasty is not someone's Tang Dynasty, but the Tang Dynasty of every Tang Dynasty. But I have to admit that when everyone looks at this Tang Dynasty, their thoughts must be different. When Master Xuanqing looked at Chang'an, his thoughts were different from when I looked at Chang'an. When Li, who has won the world, his thoughts were different from those who have not won the world."
After a pause, Wang Yehu smiled again and said, "You guys, and many military governors holding military power, came to me excitedly this time, thinking that they had come to be rich and prosperous? No, they were coming to waste their lives. Look at the enemy countries outside, especially those who are rising stars like Tubo and Uighurs, they all envied the many practitioners of our Tang Dynasty, especially those of the eighth-grade practitioners. They all think that every extra eight-grade practitioner is a good thing for the Tang Dynasty. It is simply a blessing to give the Tang Dynasty a lot of luck and a long-lasting fortune. But many people from the Tang Dynasty don't think so."
After hearing this, Shu Shengyuan couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "It seems to make some sense."
"Has it poked the pain?" Wang Yehu smiled, "People like you and Li Xun, I'm afraid they all think that Li Deyi and the eighth-level practitioners who have already cultivated supernatural powers are just obstacles that prevent you from fighting for those positions. You all think that these people should die. As for Li, do you think they need so many eighth-level practitioners to stay in Luoyang, Chang'an?"
Shu Shengyuan was speechless.
"So I said you guys are also very strange." Wang Yehu looked at Shu Shengyuan sarcastically and said, "You are not smart, you are not smart, you can read and read ten lines without forgetting, you know all the truth in your heart, but you are smart, but you don't know how to put some bad things on yourself, and you will feel that your life is different from others' lives. Let alone Uighurs, just say that the number of practitioners in the past is quite large, can you now get three eighth grades? How many eighth grades are there in Chang'an? More eighth grades are there?
In Li's opinion, it is naturally difficult to manage, but which of these eighth grades is not mixed or mixed, or made by many clan forces? The eighth grade who can get the border army and get the eighth grade that can die outside the pass have long been taken out. It is difficult to kill those eighth grades who are content in the local area. It is enough for them to have two or three eighth grades of Li's own? The extra eighth grades are best for something that they cannot refuse in their hearts. Let's get to death in Chang'an."
"Of course, you just say that the Tang Dynasty's outstanding people and the great powers of the eighth grade have died. In a few years, people who can always give birth to new eighth grades of the great powers will come out one after another." Speaking of this, Wang Yehu couldn't help laughing, "But you never thought that you who could be the new eighth grade people will have a different ending from the previous ones? Is it so lucky to be a lucky person in my heart, or are you greedy for seven or eight years or more years of so-called good times?"
Shu Shengyuan felt bitter in his mouth.
He thought for a while and said, "Then you have to fight for a lucky chance."
Wang Yehu smiled and said, "In addition to the problem of cultivation talent, his vision must be clever enough. When encountering problems, his mind must be clear enough. Look at Li Deyi, Zheng Zhu, the governor of Longyou, is clearer than yours."
"Don't say it's them."
Wang Yehu looked up at the glory of half of the city, and said with some satisfaction, "Is it the boy who is stirring up the wind and rain in Qujiang tonight. Isn't your mind clearer than yours or your vision?"
...
The four-eared demon cat lay on the roof and quietly looked at the cats in the alley.
These cats have been taught a lesson and are honest and obedient, but according to their understanding, some cats are prone to taking luck and feel that being honest occasionally may not be discovered.
Then, no more searching for a few such typical examples, leaving them with their tails everywhere and not even a place to eat and drink. How could other cats restrain themselves?
It has been wandering in the city for so many years and knows the cats in the streets and alleys.
It felt that these cats were most likely to make trouble.
Sure enough, when one of the cats had obviously lost a bunch of mice on their legs, they obviously couldn't hold back.
They were dispatched almost at the same time to block the mouse.
But one of the tabby cats had just stretched out their claws. Before they could touch the already scared mouse, a black claw had fallen down and pressed on its claws.
A shrill cat moan instantly sounded in the alley.
Several furry cats screamed and fled in scattered ways. They all ran away with three feet because each had one claw that was crushed.
Their tails were also broken, neatly, as if they were cut off by a knife.
The four-eared black cat paced majesticly, and then signaled that the mouse would not have to worry about a cat stopping him when he walked here in the future.
Although the mouse didn't understand very well, he looked at the four-eared black cat and knew that it seemed to be helping him. After a few squeaks, he quickly slipped away.
The four-eared black cat looked at the stupid mouse, but couldn't help but start to doubt it.
Can these idiots really help?
...
There is a flower shop in Tongguifang.
What is raised in this flower shop is real flowers, not girls.
The owner of the flower shop comes from Luo Yue overseas.
Overseas countries use shipping to trade with Chang'an. Many merchants have made money that they could not earn in their entire lives in a few years, and many people settled in Chang'an.
But it is really rare for merchants who settled in Chang'an from places like Luo Yue.
The owner of this flower shop was originally named by the neighbors around him. After settling in Chang'an, his name in Chang'an was called Taurang Sea.
He is short, dark-skinned, and doesn't like to talk much when he sees people, but he does a good job in business.
According to the eyes of other shop owners, selling flowers in Tamarind is just like selling antiques, and is well aware of the principle that rare goods are affordable and rare things are expensive.
The flowers and plants in his flower shop are all rare things, and there are not in other shops in Chang'an.
Moreover, the flowers and plants of the same type in his flower shop are at most one or two pots. Some of them may not be available after they have been sold for a year or two.
I asked these flowers came on a large sea ship. Who knows whether those large sea ships can safely arrive at the port of Datang after they set off? Who knows how many flowers and plants that were loading the ship could survive after the storm along the way.
This alone is enough to attract the flowers and plants in his flower shop. What's more important is that these flowers and plants are very delicate, especially when winter is particularly cold, they have to be placed in the greenhouse. When it is sunny day, the roof of the greenhouse must be opened to bask in the sun, and at night, the roof of the greenhouse must be covered with hay to keep warm.
Those noble people who can withstand the flowers and plants in his flower shop have to ask the shop’s shop’s shop to take care of them every now and then after buying them, they have to ask the shop’s shop’s shop to take care of them.
The guy in his shop didn't look like a guy, but he looked like a doctor who went out for consultation with a medicine box all day long.
There are three flowers in total. The more refined the arrangement it is, the fewer the flowers and plants.
There are a total of more than a dozen flowers and trees in the innermost courtyard, but the entire courtyard is equipped with many rugged rocks and some big trees, making it look like a mountain forest.
The flower shop is only half a day in the afternoon, and no business starts in the morning and evening.
On weekdays, the owner of the shop also lives in the third place. The private house on the left half is covered with a row of bamboo. Over the years, no one knows that when the sun sets in the morning and evening, a maid often pushes an old man out in a wooden wheelchair to bask in the sun and watch these flowers and plants.
This old man did not come from overseas, he was from Chang'an.
Strangely, the old man didn't look so old that he couldn't walk at all. His legs seemed normal, but he seemed to be unable to walk on the ground.
However, on weekdays, this flower shop will not open for half a year, and it will be eaten for half a year. Not only will the guests come in a rare situation, but no one will forcefully break in when the flower shop is not open for business, so no one disturbs the old man's viewing of flowers, and of course no one will think this old man is strange.
The city was glorious in the middle of the night, and when the iron flowers on the Tongtian tree shone, the old man also asked the maid to push him out of the door and put it in an empty space in the yard.
The maid got used to the old man's temperament, pushed the wooden wheelchair to the open space and went to do her own thing.
After a while, she killed a mouse with a wooden stick in her hand, and couldn't help complaining.
There hasn't been a new food restaurant nearby recently, why have two mice entered the yard in the past two days?
When the maid was holding the stick to beat the mouse, he didn't care. When he heard the complaint, he felt a little strange.
After a long time, just as the feeling of anxiety in his heart had just disappeared, he saw an old woman floating in like a silent fallen leaf.
He looked at the old woman in disbelief.
"Go and call someone!"
The next moment, he shouted to the maid holding a stick behind him.
The maid jumped up suddenly and jumped out of the wall in the backyard.
Dong!
But she seemed to have problems when she landed on the ground. The sound didn't seem like her feet landing on the ground, but it seemed like her forehead hitting the ground.
The old man's breathing paused.
He looked at the old woman tightly, then turned his body to look behind her.
But he could not see or sense anything when the maid landed.
How is that possible!
This old woman is an eighth grade!
There is actually an eighth grade that he cannot see in Chang'an City!
What is the way for the practitioner who ambushed outside the backyard wall?
He could not even sense the existence of the practitioner at such a close distance!
At this time, he saw the green lawn in front of him, blowing by the strange wind.
The grass cuts off the roots and then twists like a stream of water, gathering together, forming three words, "Lu Weiliang."
The old man's face turned snow-white in an instant.
He looked at the old woman and said in a trembling voice, "Who are you? How do you know my name?"
Luang Po had been hunching over, and looking at the old man's face, her body was slightly straightened.
The expression on her face was very calm, but she was not as relaxed as before, nor was she as smiling when she watched the excitement in the past.
She looked at the old man seriously for a while, and suddenly shook her head. The grass in front of her twisted again, forming handwriting, "You are lying, you are not Lu Weiliang."
The old man's body trembled violently. He looked at Luang Po and couldn't speak for a moment.
Luang Po looked at the courtyard wall behind him, and the grass danced again.
But these green grasses were no longer spread flat on the ground, but flew into the sky and formed words in the night. "It turns out that your magical powers are not only about looking at the energy, but also about moving souls."
A loud noise suddenly appeared in the old man's throat, and he suddenly stood up from the wheelchair. The moment he stood up, a dazzling light emitted from his legs. His legs seemed to be no longer flesh and blood, but turned into some kind of shiny crystal.
At this moment, Luang Po waved his hand.
It seemed like a knife appeared in her hand, but the knife looked like a phantom and disappeared in a flash.
An invisible wind blew across the body of the old man who had just stood up.
The old man's legs had just shiny, and his body was broken.
The shiny legs were separated from the body above.
His shiny legs were still standing, but the old man's body had fallen down and fell into the wheelchair again.
The grass flying in the air disappeared.
When they appeared again, they had already appeared behind the yard.
The maid who was on the ground and seemed to be unconscious was lying on the ground in a strange manner, just as the grass fell down.
These grass fell on her body, like countless knives instantly cutting her body.
The maid instantly turned into countless tiny pieces of flesh and blood.
...
On the edge of the Qujiang River, the old Taoist Chongqian, who had already landed, boarded a small boat and arrived in the middle of the river.
Yelu Yueli also followed him.
Just as the old man's legs began to shine, the old Taoist Chong Qian, who had been concentrating and calmly sensing, trembling slightly.
The river surface also began to tremble slightly.
With this tremor, countless streams appeared in his body.
These streams surged rapidly along his meridians. When he pointed as a sword and stabbed towards the night sky, these streams turned into terrifying forces and pierced into the night sky continuously.
boom!
There was no thunder in the sky, but it made a roar that shook the sky.
The clouds suddenly twisted above Chang'an City, forming a whirlwind cloud.
It was like countless sharp swords were marching in the whirlwind, cutting some orderly qi into pieces.
...
Luang Po quietly looked at the old man who had lost his legs.
The legs in front of the old man were still luminous like fireflies.
In a breath, the old man hissed and sucked, as if he had died instantly, and came alive in an instant.
He looked at Luang Po in great horror and asked again, "Who are you?"
Luang Pu just looked at him and did not answer.
But the old man suddenly started crying.
He looked at the blood flowing out of his body and cried, "Why are there any old things that have been mentioned in the past twenty years? What did I do wrong? A person like me is extremely talented and has cultivated eighth-grade magical powers early on, but how do I know that I have cultivated such a magical power?"
"What God gave me is to see the qi to distinguish the methods of practice, and to spy on other people's practice methods to hide and watch other people's supernatural powers. I have such supernatural powers, don't I see it?"
"It's like a person is born with eyes. As long as he is not blind, he will certainly have to look at the world."
"I have such supernatural powers. Can't I exchange for something I want?"
"I don't want much, I just love strange flowers and plants. I just want to quietly look at the flowers and plants. Someone has served these flowers and plants. I quietly see if they are beautiful? I only have one daughter in my life, and my daughter is suffering from a bad disease again. Can't I rely on this magical power to save her life?"
"What am I doing wrong?"
Luang Pra still did not respond to his words.
She just waited quietly and felt.
After she had completely figured out the mental fluctuations in his body, another gust of wind surged in front of her.
The old man who was crying suddenly became crazy.
His mouth was so wide that it was as if his whole face was about to crack.
The next moment, all the energy in his body rushed to the wheelchair beneath him.
His body quickly shriveled.
laugh!
A black air surged out of the wheelchair beneath him, and instantly turned into a black crow, flapping his wings and trying to fly to the sky.
However, it flies with the wind, so how can it pass through the wind quickly?
It had just taken a foot to the air and was cut into countless pieces in an instant.
Chapter completed!