A black and gold carriage is moving forward in the middle of Qilin Alley.
An old man with thick eyebrows wearing a dark green ancient robe that was neither gold nor jade squinted his eyes and was quietly thinking about things.
He is Hu Shenfu, and it is the many things he did before the founding of Yunqin that made him sit behind the curtain and make the Hu family one of the super gate valves.
Although the words that Jiang Yanchi said in front of the imperial study today, although they were spread, they would definitely make the vast majority of the officials in the court feel excessive, but in his opinion, Jiang Yanchi had fully taken into account the overall situation, and Jiang Yanchi's performance had already made them breathe a sigh of relief.
The Son of Heaven has the Sword of the Son of Heaven, in the eyes of the vast majority of people in Yunqin, the holy will is the will of heaven, but for these people, the country is governed by the rule of law, and there are no rules, if the performance of the eldest grandson Jinse and the status in their minds can surpass that of the first emperor, they will naturally not hesitate to carry out any will of the eldest grandson Jinse.
The bottom line naturally exists.
For these old people, the bottom line is the word "auxiliary minister", no matter what power they have, they are always courtiers, and they must always admit that this Yun Qin belongs to the eldest grandson.
On the emperor's side, the bottom line is that the disaster is not as good as the extermination of the clan and the children.
This is not a tacit understanding, but the dictation of the first emperor who died of illness and summoned the nine of them and the eldest grandson Jinse to the dragon couch.
Twenty years before the founding of Yun Qin, the entire Yun Qin cultivators were not as good as the current eleven, the more the entire Yun Qin was in terms of military value, the more dangerous the battle was, from a Zhongzhou, to fight the largest empire in the world, I don't know how many unimaginable battles to go through, the people in the rivers and lakes in the market, they can form a friendship with the emperor, the identity and strength of the emperor before the emperor is low, it is also conceivable that the night attack of the long alley in the heavy rain that night, this kind of battle in the market, is indeed not once or twice.
Not only Jiang Yanchi, but the other eight old men, for the emperor's life-saving grace and founding merits, how can some glory and wealth be dissolved.
The previous eldest grandson Jinse still adhered to this bottom line, and waited until the old man surnamed Huang died, and then carried out some long-distance transfer of the Huang family, so even if he secretly reached an agreement with Hu Biyi, let Hu Biyi betray the Hu family, and make the top beam of the Hu family break, the Hu family and the rest of the old people in the black and gold carriage did not have any excessive backlash.
If they really don't understand the bottom line and don't understand the overall situation, I'm afraid that the emperor and Dean Zhang at that time would not allow them to sit in such a carriage.
After all, as Jiang Yanchi said, the current huge empire, which is enough to make them proud, was put together and piled up by them, the old men, at a cost that ordinary people can't imagine.
Their affection for this empire is far greater than that of ordinary officials.
However, after the Huang family and the Wen family retreated, and Zhou Shoufu left, the emperor seemed to have forgotten such a bottom line under the extreme expansion of power.
There was no need for any explanation at all, the emperor ordered Zhang Qiuxuan and some of the forces he had accumulated to enter the Biluo Tomb, that is, he had already decided to kill, and if there was a chance to eradicate the entire Jiang family, he would definitely not hesitate.
It's just that he is afraid that he has really forgotten the fact that Jiang Yanchi is a character in the rivers and lakes.
In addition to some of the strength on the face of the criminal division, in the market of Zhongzhou City, he is still the eldest brother of many old Jianghu characters.
So this matter depends on the emperor's next attitude.
As long as the emperor does something to cross the line next, a person like Jiang Yanchi, who has already thoroughly expressed his attitude, will definitely kill in Zhongzhou City mercilessly And the other few of them will definitely break with the emperor.
"Since ancient times, things have not been broken or established, but it is really necessary to be so impatient, and when we all die of old age, it is too late to use milder means?"
Hu Fushen listened to the sound of cicadas outside the carriage, muttered softly, looking at the wrinkles and black age spots on his hands and skin, no matter how good the tonic and how high the cultivation was, he couldn't avoid it at all, and thought mockingly, this young emperor should not be so stupid anymore.
However, at this moment, in the hot morning when many officials were still gathered outside the palace gate to discuss what to do, the eyes of the old man with thick eyebrows in the carriage were like two fires, which suddenly burned.
Just behind his black and gold carriage, followed by a large red-topped sedan chair, at this moment, the sedan chair suddenly shook, and the four attendants carrying the sedan chair all snorted, and an old hand, like a topaz claw, opened the door curtain of the sedan chair, as if letting the breath from somewhere penetrate into the sedan chair, and as if waiting for the order of the black gold carriage.
"The fastest way to Changming Lane" Hu Fushen's loud shouts sounded in an instant, and the moment it sounded, the topaz hand that opened the curtain of the sedan chair disappeared.
Because the owner of this hand has turned into a yellow streamer, making a sharp sound of breaking the air, and rushing towards the south.
All the golden runes on the black and gold carriage began to shine, emitting a gossamer-like golden sè glitter.
The whole body seemed to be suddenly lighter countless times, and the horses dragging the carriage began to run wildly The seven black and gold carriages had already returned to their respective routes, far from the imperial city.
In the huge Zhongzhou City, these seven huge and majestic black gold carriages are only equivalent to seven drops of water.
The hundred officials in front of the palace were shocked, angry, hesitant, worried, or weeping, but Zhongzhou City outside the palace area was still very calm and peaceful.
Some people are walking the streets and alleys to collect scrap copper and rotten iron, there are candy people who have gathered a lot of children, and they are starting to heat sugar, many people are just walking into the breakfast shop, and some want to be lazy and sleepy by their own mother-in-law shouting, but it seems that at this moment, like a calm lens was broken, these calms, but there are suddenly many sharp cracks, cut out blood, wind and thunder.
In Changming Alley, the black gold carriage where Jiang Yanchi was located had stopped.
The dozens of people gathered outside the black gold carriage were cold and extremely angry.
The sound of a powerful machine spring sounded, and the sharp sound of a rainstorm of cold crossbow arrows tearing through the air was ear-wrenching, shuffling towards the black and gold carriage from all directions.
Directly in front of the black and gold carriage, stood a man with white hair over his shoulders and a snow-white mask.
A clear dragon roar sounded at the moment when the sound of a powerful machine spring sounded, and the long sword carried behind the back of a middle-aged scribe in a green shirt who followed Jiang Yan's blazing black and gold carriage on foot buzzed out, turning into a piece of green glow in the air, sweeping away more than half of the metal crossbow arrows that had fallen, and with a flick of his fingers, it suddenly became several times faster, slashing towards the strange white-haired and white-masked cultivator on the road in front of him.
His brother Li Zhenshi, who had followed Jiang Yanchi and experienced countless thorn battles, had already died in the Prajna corridor.
The criminal division is the third in the rank, but the cultivation is the first, and Xu Tianwang, who has just broken through the holy rank, has also died.
However, around people like Jiang Yanchi, there are still Saint Masters, and there are powerful Sword Saint Masters.
Under the crossbow arrows of Sen Leng's reflection, the dozens of attendants outside the black gold carriage did not fall a single person.
Although the Qingxia-like sword light was fast, it still carried a kind of spare breath, flying towards the white-haired and white-masked cultivator.
The cultivator's white hair suddenly floated up.
Edgeworth's green-shirted middle-aged scribe breathed suddenly.
Countless strands of white hair were like countless tiny arms, instantly entangled in the sword light like Qingxia The breath on the green-shirted scribe was shocked, and the sword light was like a large pen dipped in green ink, instantly cutting off countless white hairs that were tougher than steel needles.
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However, just in this moment, countless cultivators with broken gray hair had already turned around.
In his hand is a short hammer with a golden sè.
There was a bang of "dang".
The golden sè hammer struck heavily on the flying sword.
A sunflower-like golden sè of lightning spread along the thin blade of the flying sword.
The flying sword fell to the ground.
With a "poof", a cloud of blood mist erupted from the mouth of the green-shirted scribe.
Although the flying sword was separated from the cultivator's body, when the Holy Master was using all his strength to resist the sword, the body soul power was closely connected with the flying sword, and this hammer that crushed his flying sword would definitely hurt him.
This kind of injury naturally cannot be fatal.
However, at this moment, a man holding Xiao standing beside him stretched out his hand and pulled out a long thorn from Xiao, and just as he was spurting blood from his mouth, it pierced into his mouth fiercely, and the white sè thorn that was as sharp and slender as a beautiful woman's tail finger penetrated the heart of this holy master and leaked out of his chest An angry roar erupted from the black and gold carriage.
It is normal for powerful cultivators to fight each other in life and death, and it is normal to be injured, even if it is a holy master, they are all prepared to be injured, but now it is not a powerful opponent who kills this holy master, but from his own people The green-shirted scribe did not expect that his usually trusted colleague would become an assassin who killed him, and between his incredible panic and anger, the moment he knew that he was about to die, he also launched a resolute counterattack, and all the soul power in his body gushed out from between his five fingers.
The face of the man holding Xiao became blood red, his body was flying back, and the short Xiao in his hand became five.
In his perception, he had been able to avoid the last counterattack of the green-shirted scribe.
However, at this moment, several mournful cicadas chirped.
The abdomen of several silent yellow cicadas on a tree beside the road all burst open, and several cracks in his heart suddenly appeared that outsiders could not see, and his whole body froze.
He knew that Jiang Yanzhi was a powerful cultivator, but after Yun Qin established the country, no one had seen Jiang Yanzhi's move at all, but no one knew that his cultivation was so powerful and weird.
Five strands of sword qi that were already almost exhausted swept across his body, and the body of the cultivator who had assassinated a Saint Master instantly turned into many segments and fell from the sky.
Blood was splattered in the air and underground.
The air around the black gold carriage suddenly appeared distorted visibly to the naked eye.
Directly in front of the black and gold carriage, there was a clanging sound of fingers hitting the tip of a metal knife, but only a strange hum was heard on the side and behind the black and gold carriage.
The cultivator, whose white hair had been cut off, let out a loud shout, and the white mask on his face cracked, revealing an old face with no nose and only two nostrils at the nose
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