Nightwatcher Chapter 117: Play the drums

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The "female thief" in night clothes looked vigilantly for a while, lowered her head, bent her waist, and got into the dark hole.

"Huh!"

In the darkness, she let out a soft breath, sparks rose, and a cluster of flames burned quietly.

Huozhezi emits an orange halo, dispelling the surrounding darkness. She held the Huozizi and looked at the cave wall, the traces of artificial excavation were very obvious.

The woman in black stretched her free hand to her waist, where a short blade was pinned.

The short blade slowly came out of its sheath without making any sound. The fire-colored halo illuminates the blade, presenting a pitch black, devouring light.

This weapon is called Moya. It uses mysterious iron and the fangs of the black scale beast as the main materials. It was refined for a month. It is one of the most proud works of Sitian Supervisor Song Qing. . .

In addition, the great formation mage Yang Qianhuan personally burned the formation for Moya, making it one of the top magic weapons under the peerless magic weapon.

The Moya has a triple formation. The first layer blesses the blade to make it sharper and cuts iron like mud; the second layer blesses the blade to increase its toughness, and even the fourth-rank martial artist, it cannot be easily damaged; the third layer It is a short-distance teleportation, coming and going without a trace, and is very suitable for close attack.

The woman in black is holding the Huozhezi in one hand, holding the ink teeth in the other, and walking slowly.

Along the way, she did not encounter an ambush, the tunnel of the cave was not long, and soon she came to the end, and at the end was a stone chamber.

The furnishings in this stone room are very simple. In the center is a stone disk similar to a millstone, about two feet in diameter. The stone disk is densely packed with twisted runes engraved on it. Oil bowls are inlaid on the stone wall.

Other than that, there is nothing else.

The woman in black looked carefully at it for a while, and then walked around the wall, inspecting every oil bowl, there was dust in the bowl, and the wick was dry. For a long time, no one added oil to them.

Each bowl can be easily picked up, there is no mechanism. He knocked on the wall and heard a thick echo, which proves that there is no coincidence and no mechanism in the wall.

After a round of inspection, the black-clothed woman approached the stone pan, knocking and beating her incomparably promoted, highly vigilant.

After a quarter of an hour, the fire fold was burned out, and she blew another fire fold.

"Pingyuan Bofu Mansion is an imperial mansion. The imperial family has strict specifications for building the mansion. It must be the best place to choose Fengshui. In Beijing, what location is better than the location in the dragon vein? So this provides a place to escape. The possibility of transmission.

"Li Miaozhen said that it is difficult to practice the method of earth escape. There is no possibility that Bo Ping Yuan and the secret agent of King Huai can control this secret method. Therefore, this stone disk is the method of earth escape transmission. It needs special The technique can be activated. After activation, it will be sent to the corresponding place. Where will that place be, somewhere in the palace?

"Hengyuan broke into the mansion in a rage at the beginning. Uncle Ping Yuan must have thought of escaping into this tunnel and fleeing through teleportation. But he failed. Perhaps he was killed by Hengyuan as soon as he opened the secret tunnel.. ......

"But Hengyuan doesn’t know anything about other things. It’s impossible to think of too many things based on a secret passage alone. Moreover, it is normal to build secret passages on aristocratic mansions. But in... In his eyes, this is a huge flaw, so Hengyuan must die.

"So far, my speculation has been verified, and there is no error. I don’t know if Xu Qi’an didn’t expect it or just ignored it. I always feel that he knows more, for example, why does your Majesty collect a batch regularly Population, what does he do with those innocent people?"

The woman in black is lost in thought.

After a long time, she sighed, condensed her mind, stared at the stone plate carefully, and memorized all the details accurately in her mind for ten minutes.

Then, holding the Huozhezi, she hurriedly left the secret room.

...........

June 18, the beginning of autumn!

After the three sacrifices, it finally ushered in the day of the army's march.

In the early morning of this day, Wei Yuan led a group of generals on horseback, starting from the main road of the imperial city, and heading for the army barracks outside the capital.

“Sweeping through the market” is an indispensable process. The title of the gold list and the launching of the campaign have always been national events, and we must swagger through the market and publicize it.

In the mighty team of hundreds, Wei Yuan is at the forefront. He is still dressed in blue, white on the temples, and elegant and handsome.

The same as before.

The people stood on both sides of the main road. After so long of publicity and warm-up, the people had already accepted the war and watched the team go out silently.

In the crowd, an old man with gray hair fixedly stared at the Tsing Yi, and suddenly burst into tears and burst into tears.

"Father, what are you crying for?"

Beside the old man, the young man asked blankly.

"Wei Gong, Wei Gong finally led the army again..."

The old man clasped his son's hand tightly, mixed with joy and sorrow: "When Dad joined the army, he went to Shanhaiguan with Wei Gong and came back with him. Twenty-one years later, Wei Gong is still the same as before. The same, but the temples were grayed out. At that time, I remembered that His Majesty stood at the head of the city and personally beat the drums to see off Wei Gong."

Your Majesty beats the drum.........The young son's eyes widened and he looked unbelieving.

Many older people, seeing the scene of the Tsing Yi Confucian leader, think of the Shanhaiguan battle that year.

Think of Dafeng and another military god, and the Qingyi Confucian who was unable to get ahead of the Zhenbei King who was suppressed.

Especially the old people who have joined the army once again saw the scene of Wei Qingyi leading the soldiers. They may cry, or be extremely excited, or mixed with joy and sorrow.

"Wei Gong, it's Wei Gong..."

"Twenty years, for twenty years, I finally saw Wei Gong leading the soldiers."

"For so many years, I have almost forgotten the scenery when Wei Gong led thousands of troops to march on the west. Wei Gong, why did you hide in the court after the Shanhaiguan battle? You know how sad the brothers back then... ....."

It is difficult for young people to understand the feelings of the older generation, and it is difficult for them to understand how brilliant the Tsing Yi was in the past.

On the street, Xu Pingzhi, who is responsible for maintaining law and order, has a long knife around his waist and hips, staring blankly, like a dream.

"Hundred households, you also fought in the Shanhaiguan battle back then, Wei Gong, really that god?"

A young Miyaga asked in a low voice.

"For the people of our generation, Wei Gong is here, and the military will be there. He is the kind of person who makes people willing to die for it." Xu Pingzhi sighed:

"Young people of your generation, it is difficult to understand us back then. However, you will experience it sooner or later. Well, wait until the witchcraft is finished."

"I heard that during the Shanhaiguan battle, your Majesty personally beat the drums at the head of the city?" asked another guard.

"The battle of Shanhaiguan is related to the survival of the country. Naturally, it is different. This time, I can't see it anymore." Xu Pingzhi expressed regret.

Behind Wei Yuan, Jiang Luzhong, who had followed Wei Qingyi on the expedition, heard the discussion from the people on the street, and couldn't help but think of that year.

During the battle of Shanhaiguan, the whole country's troops were put into the war, and the dragon robe stood at the head of the city to see off.

If your Majesty can beat the drums again, that would be great!

The old people back then thought from the bottom of their hearts.

It's just that your Majesty is not the Mingjun of the year. At that time, Emperor Yuanjing was a wise and martial artist who was diligent in government affairs and swept away the ills of the first emperor.

The current Majesty has been obsessed with monasticism and has been inactive for many years.

It's been a long time ago. Heshun Novels

On the head of the city, the civil servants headed by Wang Zhenwen, the generals headed by several dukes, and the clan headed by the prince are lined up at the head of the city, silently watching the end of the spacious main road below, slowly coming Team.

"I think that in those days, when Wei Yuan set off, His Majesty personally boarded the top of the city and beat the drums to send it off. It was only then that the capital was united." Wang Zhenwen said with emotion.

The veterans who had experienced the battle of Shanhaiguan were in a trance.

"I said why no one beats the drum at the top of the city, it turns out that no one is qualified anymore." Shangshu of the Ministry of War suddenly said.

Twenty years ago, he was not an official in Beijing, and he worked in other places.

It was said that the prince, the fourth prince, and others had slightly hot eyes. If they could imitate the father's back then and beat the drums to see off, it would be a big show.

However, most clan families just think about it casually and dare not really do it.

There are only two people who can do this at the scene, one is the Prince of the East Palace, and the other is the fourth prince from the queen.

Beside the prince, Lin'an, wearing a red palace costume, pursed his lips, imagined the scene, and felt a little silly for a while:

"My father must have been heroic back then."

I really want to watch the scene of my father beating the drums to see off again.

Huaiqing also showed some expectations. What is the eye-catching and brilliant light?

The number one champion on horseback riding in the gold list is counted as one, and the poetry meeting handed down to the world is also counted as one. At this time, Wei Yuan is counted as one. Back then, the father wore a dragon robe to go to the top of the city and beat the drums for the Wanjun.

The prince and the fourth prince were a little moved.

"Since the father doesn't come, the palace will personally beat the drums, and the army will go out. How can no one beat the drums?" the prince enthused.

He knew there would be a certain amount of arrogance in doing so, but this kind of thing is not a taboo in the ritual system after all, even if the father knew it, it would be unhappy at best. And he can gain a huge reputation.

After weighing, the prince was a little eager to try.

The fourth prince frowned and was about to refute, so he heard Huaiqing’s voice transmission: "Fourth brother, you are not qualified enough."

The four princes were angry and voice transmission: "Then who is eligible?"

Speaking of, the four princes are quite outstanding among the princes. He is a seventh-rank martial artist.

Huai Qing shook his head without answering.

"His Royal Highness!"

Wang Zhenwen stopped for a while, blocking the Prince's way to the drum, warmly said:

"As far as your status is concerned, if you do it inappropriately, it will make your majesty unhappy. As far as fame is concerned, you lack some qualifications. As far as Wei Yuan is concerned, you still lack some qualifications."

The prince frowned: "Look at Master Yi Shoufu, who is eligible?"

Wang Zhenwen glanced over his shoulder, looked at the steps, and laughed: "A qualified person is here."

Everyone turned their heads suddenly and saw a young man, his waist and hip knives, he walked very slowly, the guards on both sides trembling like a big enemy, trying hard to draw the sword, but couldn't pull it out. .

In the beautiful eyes of Huaiqing and Lin'an, light flashed in unison.

"Xu Qi'an!"

In Xungui, someone gritted his teeth.

Xu Qi'an ignored him, nodded to Wang Zhenwen, and went straight to the drum.

The fourth prince moved his eyes slightly and remained silent.

The prince stared sharply at him, leaning in front of him, blocking the way.

"Prince brother, you quickly make way." Lin'an turned his elbow out and pushed him.

As far as his identity is concerned, he doesn't have to worry about his father. In terms of prestige, the people of Beijing cheered and praised him. As far as Wei Yuan was concerned, he was too qualified.........The prince snorted and walked aside.

Xu Qi'an pulled out the drumsticks and beat the drums hard.

...........

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom boom boom..."

The sound of drums came from the head of the city. First, there was a dull sound, followed by two beeps, and then the drums were dense like rain, echoing in the sky.

Everyone, including Wei Yuan, either raised their heads or looked sideways, looking at the city wall.

Above the city wall, someone is beating the drum!

"Look, it's Xu Yinluo!"

In the crowd, there were shouts of surprise.

"Xu Yinluo is playing the drums."

"Xu Yinluo is beating the drums to see off the army."

The people's mood suddenly rose, shouting loudly and enthusiastically.

Lin'an sometimes looks at the low-minded people, sometimes at the back of Xu Qi'an, she smiles brilliantly and innocently.

The corners of Huaiqing's mouth are slightly tilted.

Jiang Luzhong squinted, looking at the young and tall figure on the wall, listening to the fierce cheers of the people, he was inexplicably dazed.

Back then, that dragon robe was beating the drum at the head of the city~IndoMTL.com~The people in the city cheered.

Twenty years passed quickly, and the people who beat the drums changed, and the people still cheered.

They were silent for a moment, and suddenly smiled from the heart.

Wei Yuan raised his head and stared at the young man at the top of the city, a trace of relief flashed in his eyes containing vicissitudes of life.

Wei Yuan 20 years ago, and Xu Qi'an 20 years later.

Very good!

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PS: The story of Wei Yuan and the queen, I will definitely explain it later, don't worry, be patient. The plot of a book advances slowly, and when it comes to a suitable place, write a suitable plot. It is impossible to throw everything out at once.

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