I can travel a million miles

Chapter 49 Blessed by nature

Today's night is particularly dull.

The sky is shrouded in night, there is no crescent moon, and there is no starlight, just a piece of pitch black, as if the whole sky has been muffled by something.

The streets at night are also deserted. At a glance, every alleyway looks lonely and deep, which makes people feel a little breathless.

But right now.

There was a burst of footsteps, the footsteps were irregular, but steady and powerful.

"Yang Guan is on the right path, Yin ghosts retreat!"

I don't know who shouted.

With the sound of footsteps getting closer, I saw that it was a patrol team wearing five city soldiers and horse armor, a small team of ten people in total.

The leader was inspecting Wu Peng, whose body was full of energy and blood, intertwined with the energy and blood of the nine guards who followed behind, dispelling a lot of Yin energy and depression in the dark night.

"Yang Guan is on the right path, Yin ghosts retreat!"

Another long moan.

The night patrol of the Wucheng Bingma Division is a daily compulsory course. The purpose is to use the blood energy gathered by the warriors to dispel the Yin energy that may gather at night, and to avoid ghosts and ghosts as much as possible.

of course.

The most important reason is that the block patrolled by Wu Peng and others is where the Xuanguo Mansion is located. If it was the fringe area of ​​Kyoto, perhaps everyone would have already gone to eat flower wine together.

Patrolling the streets and alleys where the Xuanguo Mansion is located naturally dare not leave their posts without authorization. Although the possibility of ghosts appearing is unlikely, once they do appear, these patrols will have to bear a little responsibility.

The crowd continued to patrol forward.

Looks are very relaxed.

Although Kyoto at night is not safe, that is compared to ordinary people. After all, they are inspectors of soldiers and horses of the five cities, and they are all warriors, and the weakest is the eighth rank.

Even if you really encounter a ghost, as long as it is not too strong, the strong energy and blood gathered by the crowd is enough to force the ghost back or even directly make it unable to bear it, and it collapses all at once.

As for the other things, attacking the soldiers and horses of the five cities is a major crime of treason. No matter the gangster under the night, they will walk around from a distance when they see them.

What's more, this is outside the streets of Xuanguo Mansion.

There are no gang forces in the vicinity that dare to reach out, let alone security, the only thing is that it is a bit troublesome, and they have to patrol until the first cock crows every day.

"Angkor, are you going to have a drink tomorrow?"

Someone walked behind Wu Peng and said with a smile.

No one spoke.

Seeing Wu Peng ignoring himself, he immediately smiled shyly, looked at the man next to him, and said, "Old Liu, let me tell you, I met a little girl in Hualou yesterday, she was really sweet, but it's a pity that she is expensive." A little..."

Old Liu glanced at him, and said: "What kind of good are Hualou girls? Be careful to empty out all your blood."

The man curled his lips and said, "Why so much nonsense, shall we go together tomorrow?"

Old Liu refused and said: "No, I told my wife when I went out at night that tomorrow is a big event, and I have to accompany her to go shopping on Xigui Street for a day... Well, let me go to make it easier, you go ahead , don’t wait for me, catch up right away.”

"What are you doing with your daughter-in-law? I don't think you are very good there, Old Liu. You missed it when you went out."

The people next to him couldn't help laughing.

Old Liu was not angry either, he just walked away and lazily said: "I think you owe a fight, kid, I will fight you for [-] rounds when I come back."

soon.

He disappeared into the darkness.

"Yang Guan is on the right path, Yin ghosts retreat."

In the dark streets and alleys, Wu Peng's voice sounded.

There was no emotion in the voice, only a sense of indifference and numbness.

Everyone continued to move forward.

soon.

The street in front came to an end, and further ahead was a towering courtyard wall. Everyone knew where it was. It was the courtyard of the Xuanguo Mansion, which occupied a vast area and was magnificent.

"The Duke's mansion, no matter how many times you look at it, it's always so grand."

Someone sighed.

"Are you envious? Go find a brick and see if you can reincarnate into it in your next life."

The person next to him laughed.

But approaching the Xuanguo Mansion, everyone's voices were lowered a lot.

Together with Wu Peng, who led the team, the phrase "Yangguan is on the right path, and ghosts retreat" from time to time has become a lot more depressed, and it sounds a little vague.

"Why hasn't Lao Liu come here yet?"

While talking and laughing, someone asked strangely.

Although the night was pitch black, for an eighth-rank warrior, he could still see clearly in the dark, even if he peed his pants, he wouldn't have caught up by now.

As these words fell, several other people also felt strange, so they all stopped talking and listened to the movement in the distance.

A dead silence.

I didn't hear any footsteps coming this way.

"...The right way, ghost..."

And in the dead silence, Wu Peng's numb and indistinct voice sounded again.

It's just that at this time, it sounded so that everyone present shuddered inexplicably. Someone looked at Wu Peng in front and said, "Angkor, don't shout, Lao Liu is gone."

however.

The voice fell, but there was no response.

Wu Peng still lowered his head and walked forward on his own, while continuing to make a low voice, this time more numb and indistinct than before.

Several people looked at each other.

Someone couldn't help it anymore, walked forward, walked behind Wu Peng, and reached out to pat Wu Peng's shoulder, but then heard Wu Peng's numb murmur again.

This murmur sounded like 'Yang Guan is on the right path, Yin ghosts retreat', but as I listened to it, it gradually changed into two other sentences.

"Born...to protect...to be reborn...to bliss..."

The voice was numb and dull, but it was as if a thunder had exploded in his ears, making the man's scalp numb for a moment. Not only did the outstretched hand stop in mid-air, but the whole person even retreated.

He looked at Wu Peng's back in horror.

"Wu, Angkor?"

He spoke hard.

I just felt that the whole person seemed to be frozen in place, and the pitch-black sky seemed to collapse completely, rolling over his body, making him unable to breathe.

The blood in his body surged crazily, and he tried hard to move a finger, but he couldn't make any movement. He just felt his head being twisted by a force, and he turned back little by little irresistibly. Amidst a crackling sound, he was abruptly turned to the back!

"Ho...ho..."

He struggled with all his strength, raised his arms abruptly, pressed his head, and wanted to turn his head back, but it was in vain. The whole head became blood red, and his eyes turned deep red. Can make a 'ho, ho' sound.

The last moment of consciousness collapse.

He saw the road behind, patrolling the ground lying in a mess, everyone was holding their head with their hands, and everyone's head was twisted to the direction where it was completely folded in half with the body.

Consciousness completely plunged into darkness.

Both hands lost their strength and drooped, and the whole person fell to the ground powerlessly.

In front.

Wu Peng, who was murmuring numbly, stopped slowly, turned his head to look behind, looked at the corpses on the ground, and murmured with his head down.

"Blissful rebirth..."

Fall with this sentence.

There was a sound of footsteps.

From the darkness in the distance, about twenty or so figures walked out slowly, all dressed in white, every step was made silently, looking extremely strange and terrifying in the dark night.

"I have seen... all the envoys..."

Wu Peng knelt down, kowtowed slowly, and clasped his hands together.

The many men in white clothes who showed up ignored him and only looked at the Xuan Guo Mansion ahead.

The man in white standing at the back slowly took out a stack of small flags, and said: "Remember, at most fifteen minutes, Si Tiantai will definitely find that the spiritual veins in this area of ​​Xuanguo Mansion have been cut off after a quarter of an hour. It must be withdrawn."

Another man in white said flatly: "It's enough, as long as it can be completely sealed within a quarter of an hour, and no news can be sent out."

The man in white took out the small flags, distributed the small flags in his hands to everyone, and said calmly: "The formation flag of that person cuts off the spiritual veins and seals off the terrain, and isolates the inside and outside. Within a quarter of an hour, even mosquitoes will fly." Not going out, but there is a fourth-rank martial artist in Xuanguo Mansion, so we can't let him rush out."

"Fu Yan Fist Zhao Li, if I usually want to try his boxing skills, but unfortunately time is tight, we can't miss the big deal, let's solve it earlier."

"He's the only one, and there's nothing wrong with him."

"Nothing is lost."

"Hey, back then, in the Xuanguo Mansion, the first Duke Xuanguo suppressed countless demons as a grand master. What a sight it was, but now he is a mere fourth-rank man who can sit on the altar."

"The rise and fall of the world has its own number of days. Without the support of a real person, it is naturally impossible to transcend the destiny. Now it is their blessing to be able to offer a part of life to a real person."

The men in white each took a small flag, with either calm or sarcastic expressions, and then disappeared in a flash, leaving only a man in white and Wu Peng lying beside him.

(End of this chapter)