Heartless

Chapter 1

Horses wind westward in northern Hebei, and apricot blossoms rain in spring in Jiangnan.

It was the seventh year of Apocalypse.Xiaoman and Shaoyang are on fire.When the sun and time are in opposition, it is fierce.

When he was about to apply, suddenly a gust of wind blew the fragrant official robe of the man on the sandy slope.

Twenty brocade guards all wore black clothes, cloaks, and gauze caps. The leader, Ye Qianlang, stood leaning on his horse, watching intently the group of people galloping across the desert.

In the Northwest Absolute Territory, thousands of miles of ancient roads are like rivers, and the vast Gobi is like an ocean. There are only a few red willows scattered in the yellow sand, which are gorgeous and chilling, and there is no grass in the rest.

Jin Yiwei's trip was to hunt down the remnants of Zuo and Yang's party. It was clear that he was following the imperial edict of Emperor Tianqi, but he also knew that it was Wei Zhongxian's coercive order to go against the law.When Ye Qianlang was young, he learned from Zuo Guangji, and he also learned the Confucianism of benevolence, kindness, loyalty to the monarch, and the country.It's just that the times are tricky, now that he is the adopted son of nine thousand years old and also the commander of Jinyiwei, he doesn't miss the old kindness, and he doesn't show favoritism to the past. Not only did he personally lead people to kill the swordsman of Zuo's family, but he also personally killed all the mentors. .

No love, no hatred, no entanglement, in troubled times, you don't need to be merciful with one heart, but kill evil with two hands.

But there are some people who are not afraid of death, and instead of shaking the big tree with the power of a mayfly, they took away the only pair of mallard chicks left by the Zuo family in the torrent.

It's just to hunt down Zuo Guangji's young sons and some of the remnants of the party, not only dispatch the top masters of Jinyiwei, but also the labor commander to go out in person. It must not be an easy job.More than [-] people waited with arms, seeing the people and horses in the desert getting farther and farther away, Qianhu Luo Wang stepped forward and reminded: "My lord, if you don't chase after me, run away."

In fact, he didn't run very far, he was chased by the Jin Yiwei for a few days, and it was even more difficult to walk against the wind at this moment, the pedestrians seemed to be slow one by one, they were at the end of their exhaustion.

"Bows and arrows." Ye Qianlang asked Luo Wang for bows and arrows, drew the longbow, nocked the arrow and shot——

An arrow pierced through the head, and the man who ran at the front fell off his horse, and was buried half of his body by the wind and sand in a blink of an eye.

The horse following the lead horse was frightened, and immediately stumbled and neighed, and three others were thrown off the saddle by the frightened horse, and the rest had to rein in and stop.

Ye Qianlang fired two more arrows, only to hear two swishing sounds, the two men who got up from the sand just now fell down one after another, both of them pierced their skulls with one arrow, and their bodies hit the ground one after the other. He didn't rest in peace until he died.

Before the third man who fell off his horse could get up, a young man in white beside him quickly swung his long sword, blocking the third arrow that came with the sound of wind, and heard him shouting: "Several brothers , Lord Gao will come to meet you later, please take the young masters to go first!"

The young man in white clothed himself with good lightness kung fu, he leaped a long distance with his sword in hand, and went straight to kill a group of people on the sandy slope.

Jin Yiwei all set up their arrows to shoot, but Ye Qianlang raised his hand to stop him. This man's name is Lu Linchuan, not only did he know him when he was young, he was also a disciple of the same school.

The Lu family was originally a big family that ranked among the three lords, and the people in the mansion were prosperous, and they kept coming and going.In Lu Gonghuan's generation, he voluntarily resigned from the position of cabinet minister to Emperor Wanli because he was tired of the internal party disputes.Although it is necessary to be wise and protect one's life, it is quite interesting to be a commoner after retiring. The only regret is that the knees are weak, leaving only Lu Linchuan as a single seedling.

Fortunately, this single seedling does not disgrace the family tradition. Not only is it born with a handsome face and looks like a good girl, but it is also capable of both literary and military skills. .

Lu Linchuan and Ye Qianlang were both Zuo Guangji's students, Tianqi was in high school in the second year, and it was rumored that his articles on the imperial court were full of pen and ink, which shamed the Hanlin elders of the Manchu Dynasty, and Xi Zong wanted to select them Lu Linchuan was the champion, and he was afraid that the 16-year-old champion would attract criticism, so he retreated and ordered a third prize.I think he is only the second weakest now, and he is two or three years younger than Ye Qianlang. At this moment, his eyes are full of loneliness, grief and anger, and he looks at death as if he is at home.

Ye Qianlang didn't want to shoot and kill Lu Linchuan, but it was because he thought about the friendship of the same family and moved his heart of compassion.

He didn't take off the black cloak until the person was not far away from him, and flew to meet him. If he didn't draw his sword, he would not use his internal strength. He only stored three points of true energy in his fingers, and fought with the opponent with his bare hands.

This side was so perfunctory, but the other side didn't dare not go all out, Lu Linchuan poured all his internal energy into the Jinghong Sword in his palm, wanting to risk his life to fight.

Seeing the other party jumping up like "Feihong doesn't want to go back", and grabbing his own sky cap with the momentum of the same end, Ye Qianlang didn't dodge or dodge, his lower body didn't move, his five fingers flipped like twisting a lute, first remove the sharp force With a sword gesture, he pinches his middle finger and index finger together—his fingers are extremely slender, his skin is as delicate as ice silkworms, and his joints are more beautiful than a woman's. The only shortcoming is that his complexion is too pale.

The Jinghong sword was pinched between two fingers, so it was difficult to cut a single point. Lu Linchuan only felt a chill coming from the hilt of the sword, which made his heart feel cold and almost stopped beating. Has been covered with a layer of frost.

The sun was scorching in the desert, but the frost on the sword solidified instead of melting, and it froze his wrist in an instant.

Ye Qianlang used two fingers to pull the opponent closer to him, raised his hand to brush off the sand on his shoulders, and said: "The sword is a good sword, but the kung fu is not very good."

His eyes were so close to each other, Lu Linchuan couldn't help but shudder—he had met Ye Qianlang a few years ago, but the person in front of him still looked a little like the past, with pale complexion, purplish lips, and a pair of phoenix under the flying temples and sword eyebrows. His eyes are extremely dark and cold, and he is wearing a peacock blue earring on one ear. Thinking of him, Ye Qianlang is neither a foreigner, nor born a woman. Wearing earrings should be very strange, just because he is handsome. On the contrary, it adds a bit of daunting evil spirit.

It was just this moment of stupefaction, the cold air on the wrist invaded inch by inch, and the right arm holding the sword seemed to be pricked by the needle point for a long time, and he lost consciousness immediately after the pain.Fearing that the cold air would enter his body, Lu Linchuan hurriedly circulated his true energy to protect his heart veins, and then turned his left hand into a tiger's claw, and attacked Ye Qianlang's throat with the momentum of grabbing - the opponent had expected it, and only lightly pressed two fingers With a light swip, he hit Yangchi, Zhigou, and Sidu acupoints on his left arm in succession, defusing the blow with skill.

Ye Qianlang didn't seem to have any intention of killing, let go of Lu Linchuan, and said: "You and I are from the same sect, leaving behind the main things of the governor, I can spare you from dying."

Lu Linchuan sternly said: "What a master Ye...you consider a thief as your father to help the evil, and you have the face to claim that you are from the same school as my teacher?"

Ye Qianlang asked back: "Why are you a thief?"

"Wei Wei is in power, planting slanderous and sycophants as partisans, setting up unjust prisons, killing loyal people, and arbitrarily accumulating wealth from the people, causing people to live in dire straits and civil strife..." Thinking of the tragedies of the people changing their sons to eat each other, starving and dying everywhere, thinking of the Jin soldiers' capture of Kaiyuan , The humiliation of the annexation of Yehe, Lu Linchuan's face turned red, his hands and feet trembled, and asked generously, "Now that the strong bandits are stalking, the Ming Dynasty is already in danger... Isn't this Wei Wei the scourge of the country? Isn't it a 'thief'?!"

Ye Qianlang said lightly: "So what?"

It's really not speculative, but Lu Linchuan immediately shook his wrist and drew out his sword, the swordsmanship of Jinghong cascaded like a galaxy waterfall, stabbing the opponent's vitals in a row.

With a movement of Ye Qianlang's figure, the embroidered spring knife on his waist was unsheathed with a clang, and the swords and swords clashed for a moment.

Commander Ye's inner strength method is called "Five Yins Burning Heart Jue", which is an extremely treacherous and cold way, but the sword technique in one hand has been handed down from the Warring States period, and it is known for its vigor and fierceness.

However, at this moment Jinghong Sword is fierce and fast, its moves are a desperate attack, while Xiuchun Knife's movement is fast and slow, it seems that it is not eager to win at all, only in this tough and soft, one stroke Han Yilie pondered over and over again, as if there is neither me nor anything in this world, only the shadow of sword, light and sword, red willow and yellow sand.

Only at a certain moment, Ye Qianlang's saber changed suddenly, and Lu Linchuan almost broke down in an instant. The more he hated, the more anxious he became, and the more anxious he became, the more desperate he was to deal with it. I can't touch the hem of the robe.

The pitch-black phoenix eyes flashed brightly like a rock, and suddenly the electricity went off, only to hear a "Pang" sound, the sword split into two, Ye Qianlang suddenly retracted the sword, the black flying fish suit was covered with blood, but the black gauze martial crown on his head was completely scratched. Not messy.

Lu Linchuan's white clothes were all red and he knelt on the ground with dozens of stab wounds on his body. Although he was not killed because the opponent didn't do his best, he had no strength to fight anymore.

Looking down at the dying man, Ye Qianlang frowned slightly, not knowing whether it was pity or contempt, he put the Xiuchun knife on Lu Linchuan's shoulder, swung the knife around and wiped it twice, and then wiped the knife clean. blood.

Hearing him say in a low voice: "The Spring and Autumn Saber Technique has been completed, thank you."

Poor Lu Tanhua, who is ice and snow smart, only just realized that this person's sympathy with the sword was just to practice the sword by himself, but now he shakes his sleeves and kills a person, just like wiping off a grain of rice sticky on the lapel of his shirt. son.

Slowly crawling to get back the broken sword buried in the sand, Ye Qianlang stepped lightly, and before the bloody hand touched the shark skin hilt, he stood in front of him.

The blood was almost drained from the stab wounds all over his body, Lu Linchuan tried his best to straighten his waist, and said: "The man doesn't drink the turbid spring water, and he doesn't stop bending the woods... I will destroy that thing, and I will destroy it." Must not... must not give you..."

Ye Qianlang closed his eyes, showing a trace of tiredness on his face, as if he didn't want to persuade him: "If you are so stubborn, you are courting death."

Lu Linchuan was closing his eyes and waiting to die, but suddenly a voice came to his ears, thick and deep, like the echo of an empty well: "A knife is not a good knife, let alone kung fu."