Fu Canglu

Chapter 284 Thank You, Sir
in the carriage.

Tang Xiaoman looked at the young man in civilian clothes with a worried expression on his face.

Xiao Buyi kept his eyes slightly closed, leaned gently on the cushions of the carriage, calmed down, and tried his best to recuperate from the injuries left over the past year.

Every day.

Inviting Beiguan for a battle, Sen Luodao showed his best talents, except for the female Hades who intimidated the entire Northern Wei Dynasty, who never showed up, and who almost bowed to serve His Majesty the Northern Wei Dynasty, all of them appeared in the battle inviting Beiguan.

And Xiao Buyi was facing off against the man who claimed to be in seclusion after Qi Liang won the first place in the Lanling City Palace Examination and returned to the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Chen Wanjuan, the only son of the champion Hou.

Each of the two shared half of Confucianism in Yingu, one wanted to peel the dragon skin and keel, and the other wanted to overcome the catastrophe.

Behind Chen Wanjuan there are several ninth-rank masters from the Northern Wei Dynasty Luen Zhen, while Xiao Buyi only has a lone sword.

At the end of the fight, if the man with the huge green cloth knife didn't show up in time to take Xiao Buyi away, I'm afraid he might really perish in Yaobei Pass.

Tang Xiaoman gently rubbed the center of his eyebrows for him, and said in a low voice, "Wuxian."

Xiao Buyi still didn't open his eyes, he stretched out his hand with a smile, held Tang Xiaoman's hand, and said softly: "It's okay, just tell them to listen."

Outside the carriage, Xiao Buyi's slightly weak voice came.

"When we retreated from the Northern Wei Dynasty, we gathered the disciples of the Northern Tang Sect along the way. Those who had time to rush back to the Tangjiabao all moved into the Tangjiabao for refuge a year ago."

"But after we retreated into Beiyuan, even though we dealt with Xuanshangyu for a year, we still suffered a lot of damage. You must be thinking. What would happen if we retreated into Tangjiabao now?"

He paused.

"This is the brutal truth I want to tell you."

"will die."

"We're all going to die."

"The entire Tang Sect, including those who successfully hid in the Tangjiabao before, all died together under the Northern Wei cavalry, or they would all become the souls of the Northern Wei black-robed subordinates, and there is no way to keep the whole body."

The dozens of white horses outside the carriage are all the elite disciples of the Northern Tang Sect.

They looked miserable, listening to the young man with a foreign surname in the carriage speak slowly.

"You all have wives, families, and loved ones, relatives, and parents. They are now in Tangjiabao. If you hadn't supported them in Beiyuan, they would have been raided by Xuan Shangyu and hung in Beiyuan Forest. On Luo Dao's banner."

"The current Tang family, the former three great families in the world, you all know what the old man did in Luoyang City."

The dozens of members of the Tang family were all silent.

The atmosphere was bleak.

The old man who established the title of "Wu Tang Sect" for the Tang family during the period of the Eight Great Kingdoms really became ambitious in Luoyang City. He wanted to set off a wave of bloodbath for the Eight Great Families. Taking this to clean the Tang Sect and turn black and white, it is the help of the world.

Kill all the Tang family.

The old man who was already under nine seclusion was naturally slandered by the men of the Zhong family, and he was stigmatized as a sneak attack on the old Buddha of the Zhong family, and even brought the Tang family to their end.

Everyone knew that the Tang Sect had already embarked on a road of no return.

But if there is no miss
There were no two people brought back by the eldest lady.

One is surnamed Zhong and the other is surnamed Xiao.

The Tang Sect has long been destroyed.

Dozens of white horses, Yi Cong, thought about it at first, thinking that this young man from Lanling City in Qiliang could perform miracles.

Lead the Tang Sect to break through, then cross the Northern Wei Dynasty and go to Qiliang.

There is a safe place.

But the person in the carriage was playing chess against the Great Master of the Northern Wei Dynasty. It was already a miracle that he was able to survive this year.

Just get more and more north.

more and more north
"I will send a team of people to die every day." A steady voice came from the carriage again, "Today there will be ten people, tomorrow there will be twenty, and the day after tomorrow it may grow to thirty."

Dozens of white horses, whose momentum had been extremely low, raised their heads one after another at this moment, looking palely at the carriage.

Xiao Buyi coughed slightly, and said softly: "The first is those who slow down the team's marching speed, and then the outermost disciples, if Xuan Shangyu dispatches elites, I will send one of you to sacrifice your life as an abandoned son." , to delay Tang Sect for a while."

Those who heard the words were all pale.

The white horse was bumping, and someone asked in a trembling voice, "What can be dragged by doing this?"

Xiao Buyi was slightly silent.

"Nothing can be delayed."

Tang Zhen trembled all over. This forty-year-old man stared at the reins, and suddenly said loudly: "I can die, and everyone here can die! But what we can't die is worthless and meaningless! "

He turned his head and stared at the carriage, and asked word by word: "Everyone in the Tang Sect can go to death, but after they go to death, what is there?"

Suddenly a huge black shadow flashed across the wind and snow, and the face of the little priest of the Tang family went dark. Before he could move forward with his hands, he was hit by the huge scabbard and flew out violently.

Song Zhiqing, with a flat face, sat upright with his upper body motionless, as steady as a mountain, holding the knife with one hand, and slowly retracted the green cloth knife at this moment.

The young priest of the Tang family who was thrown flying hit another white horse Yicong behind him, and the two of them fell to their backs.

The carriage stopped.

The calm voice of the man came from the carriage: "Take a break and pay attention to the traces in the snow."

Xiao Buyi got out of the carriage with the support of Tang Xiaoman and Zhong Xuehu.

His face was quite pale, and he looked at Tang Zhen who fell not far away.

Xiao Buyi smiled and asked, "How do you want to die?"

Behind him, Su Fu and Song Zhiqing got off their horses and approached with expressionless faces.

Xiao Buyi walked up to the little priest of the Tang family, looked at the latter's pale face, and asked softly, "Or, standing on the highest point of righteousness, how do you want to die for the Tang family?"

A dead silence.

The Second Highness looked at the Tang Sect Baima Yicong who was still in a daze, and said calmly: "Listen well, after the team rests, anyone who is willing to follow should follow, and what I said before will not change at all. "

"I can't guarantee that your death will bring any hope to the Tang family. If you die, you are dead!" How many people you can kill before you die, and whether you can keep your capital, is up to you."

Xiao Buyi paused, and continued: "If you don't want to follow me, you can find a way by yourself. Those who are capable of escaping from Sen Luodao's pursuit, or those who want to join Cao, you can give it a try and see. How it ends, it is your luck to survive."

Tang Xiaoman looked at the civilian man beside him.

He said calmly: "This is what I said before, the cruel thing."

"You can choose now."

One word out, all around quiet.

It was the dead silence.

It was snowing heavily, and in the forest of Beiyuan, there were dozens of white horses surrounding this carriage.

Each of these people had something different in their eyes.

Someone lowered his head with a complex expression.

Some people were at a loss, their eyes were blank.

Suddenly, a weak voice asked softly, "Sir, do we contribute a little strength to the Tang family by sending us to death like this?"

Tang Xiaoman was slightly taken aback, looking at the owner of the voice.

It was a young genius of the Tang Sect. At a young age, he had already cultivated to the eighth-rank realm, and he had a bright future.

By sending him to his death like this, is he contributing a bit of strength to the Tang Sect?

The person in the carriage said before that even if he dies like this, there is no guarantee that it will bring hope to Tangmen.

The Tang Sect is already in a desperate situation.

But does this count as contributing a little strength to the Tang Sect?

long silence.

Xiao Buyi said softly: "Forget it."

This young Tang Sect disciple has a very delicate name.

Tang Musu.

While waiting for an answer, Tang Musu kept wiping his sword carefully, looking at the self reflected on the sword.

The man replied: "Forget it."

He lowered his head, smiled, and said seriously: "Thank you, sir."

Tang Musu saw that something seemed to ignite in the pupil reflected in his sword, and it was fleeting in the heavy snow.

He put the sword back into its sheath, and said seriously: "Sir, I choose to stay, and I am willing to die."

Tang Musu was the first to speak out.

Everyone started to think, after half a stick of incense time.

The second did not appear.

Tang Zhen, who was knocked off his horse by Song Zhiqing with a knife, finally stumbled and stood up at this moment, looking at the young man with a high green cloth knife on his back again, as if looking at a monster, his face was pale and his eyes were frightened.

He swallowed deeply, leaned against a big tree, and said hoarsely, "Sir, I want to leave."

Xiao Buyi slowly stretched out his hand, and stopped Song Zhiqing who was carrying the green cloth knife with a gloomy expression.

Tang Zhen couldn't control his voice, and said tremblingly: "If you go on like this, you won't see any hope at all. You're going to die anyway. Why don't I try to break through by myself, maybe there's a way out."

Xiao Buyi said softly: "Let him go."

Waiting for the little priest of the Tang family to ride on the white horse, and gallop southward all the way.

Xiao Buyi calmly said: "How many of you, like him, can leave now, I will never stop."

The eldest lady of the Tang family looked pale, watching one after another Baima Yicong, who had sworn to be loyal to the Tang family, leave one by one at this moment.

Su Fu and Song Zhiqing looked gloomy, watching these Baima Yicong who had been rescued by themselves, just fled and disappeared in the heavy snow.

Ten to seven or eight.

Scattered Baima Yicong, no one left at this moment.

Xiao Buyi tugged Tang Xiaoman's sleeve slightly, and said calmly, "Get on the horse and set off."

The carriage moved forward slowly.

Suddenly someone knocked lightly on the carriage.

Zhong Xuehu, who was close to the curtain of the carriage, opened the curtain, and what he saw was a youthful face that was still clear and handsome in the wind and snow.

Tang Musu's face was windy and frosty, and he drove the horse parallel to the carriage, and said softly: "Sir, I miss my sister in Jiangnan very much, so I want to ask you."

The young man lowered his eyebrows, let out a breath of cold air, and asked earnestly, "Do I still have a chance to see her?"

There was a slight silence in the carriage.

Xiao Buyi showed a rare smile to the boy, not a consoling smile, more like a slightly sly smile.

He said softly, "Of course."

Tang Musu was stunned for a long time.

He reacted for a long time until his eyes were already moist.

Tang Musu said in a trembling voice, "Thank you sir."

(End of this chapter)