Lin'an Never Night

Chapter 393 Fengbo Pavilion (Additional chapter for the Atlantic Dolphin Alliance Leader)

Yang Yuan was very careful when the light stand landed on the ground because he had to protect the backpack behind him.

So, even though he knew there was a pavilion behind him, he never looked up.

Yang Yuan stood still, and seeing that the carriage had been destroyed, he felt relieved and immediately said in a deep voice: "Let's go!"

Yazawa Kanon and Tsubakiya Konai turned around and left without saying a word, quickly escaping into the streets.

This execution...

Yang Yuan believed that if it were any other woman of his, she would never leave so easily.

They would worry about whether Yang Yuan could deal with so many masters alone, and would think about helping him or assisting him in escaping in times of crisis.

But Hanane and Konai don't think so.

It’s not that they are stubborn, but the education they have received since childhood is: absolute obedience.

Absolute obedience to her lord and absolute obedience to her man.

"Bang! Bang!"

Suddenly, two crashes were heard in the carriage. Qin Hui was unable to open the sedan that had been deformed, so he poked his sinister face out of the small window.

Seeing a Taoist priest standing in front of him, Qin Hui gritted his teeth and ordered, "Kill him, kill him immediately!"

He Li and the guards who had dismounted their horses, stepped on the flames on the ground and the drifting snow, and slowly surrounded the wall that had been broken open.

Qin Hui had no idea what had happened.

He was the one who planned the assassination tonight, and the whole process went perfectly. But why did he get assassinated in the end?

In front of Xiangji Temple, it was clearly two Japanese ninjas who attacked him!
In his opinion, the Taoist in front of him was naturally a ninja in disguise.

This made Qin Hui furious. Could it be that the Japanese wanted to take this opportunity to kill the Emperor and Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty?

But what if he killed the emperor and prime minister of the Song Dynasty and caused turmoil in the country?
Could it be that Japan is now strong enough to cross the sea and seize other countries?

Qin Hui was full of doubts, but now was not the time to pursue them.

Reinforcements will arrive soon, and he must kill the person in front of him first and never let him fall into the hands of others.

Suddenly, Qin Hui's eyes flashed, as if he realized something.

He suddenly raised his head and saw a plaque behind the Taoist that seemed a little blurry because of the drifting snowflakes: Fengbo Pavilion.

Qin Hui's eyes narrowed and his fingers trembled subconsciously, and the silky curtain slipped from between his fingers, blocking his sight.

This pavilion was a place that he was deeply afraid of.

Since December 29th of the 11th year of Shaoxing, this pavilion has been forever linked to a general, and together they have become a thorn in Qin Hui's heart.

"The sky is clear!"

"No reason!"

"The sky is clear!"

"No reason!"

The four words that the man shouted to the sky with grief and indignation when he was dying, and the three words he coldly replied to Han Shizhong, echoed repeatedly in his mind.

An inexplicable chill suddenly spread throughout his body, making his hair stand on end.

He wanted to leave, he didn't want to stay here any longer.

But after struggling for a long time, he still couldn't open the twisted and deformed "cage" at all.

Qin Hui sat back on the chair dejectedly, not even caring about the pain under his buttocks.

He had a terrible premonition.

He knew that many people secretly cursed him to die a miserable death.

Now, he had a strong premonition that this curse seemed to be coming true!

……

Yang Yuan looked indifferently at the Qin Mansion guards who were slowly approaching him, slowly untied the straps on his shoulders, and gently placed the backpack on the ground.

Then, he put his hand on the knife that was inserted diagonally at his waist.

It was a straight sword with a ring handle that could penetrate armor.

He is most familiar with the two weapons of sword and gun.

This knife was the one his elder brother gave him when he taught him how to use the knife.

He had spent more than 300 nights in the Song family courtyard in Qingshi Lane, using this knife to hone his knife skills bit by bit under the guidance of his eldest brother.

Now, with the profound internal strength of the Zhelong, his hands, eyes, body movements and steps are many times stronger than before.

The small tree that my eldest brother repaired with his own hands has now grown into a towering tree.

Yang Yuan took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. With the steadiest breath and the calmest swing of his sword, he rushed forward towards his enemy with rhythmic steps.

The snow is falling and the fire is burning.

There are shadowy figures and sharp swords.

There is the sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh, and the sound of a steel knife cutting into hard bones.

There were the desperate screams of the dying, and the mad curses of fear...

Yang Yuan felt like he had returned to the small courtyard in the back street of Qingshi Alley.

In the front hall, the guests ordered the dishes loudly.

In the kitchen, Lu Xi was chopping the meat.

In the streets, vendors are hawking seasonal flowers.

Faintly, Uncle Ji was cursing Uncle Gou angrily.
And he was practicing swordsmanship under the camphor tree in the backyard, being taught by his elder brother.

The knife spun like a wheel. For a moment, it seemed that the elder brother was right in front of him, using his skills to guide him to a deeper understanding and strike a more fierce blow.

For a moment, the figure of his elder brother seemed to overlap with him again.

He held the knife with both hands, and the elder brother held his hands, teaching him how to hang, swing, wipe, block, cut, twist, smash, and chop...

The ground was covered in blood. In Yang Yuan's hand, a straight knife with a ring-shaped handle was glowing darkly, as green as frost.

The blade light flickered, terrifying the soul. The streaks of light sometimes flowed strangely, sometimes burst out and bloomed, appearing and disappearing in a flash.

Every cut is filled with desolation, loneliness, sadness, and hatred...

Along with the splattering blood, beautiful and tragic sword lights appeared in the snow and fire.

Various forces of astonishing power were violently colliding, surging, and intersecting...

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and it was a Shura slaughterhouse with swords and sabers flashing.

Yang Yuan suddenly stopped, his knife was already full of cuts.

Because of the gap, strands of minced meat hung on the knife.

He dropped the blunt knife to the ground, gasping for breath.

In front of him was his last opponent: He Li.

He Li's head looked a bit like the folding fan with all the ribs shot out. It could no longer be recognized as a head.

The blunt knife in Yang Yuan's hand was not used to chop down, but to smash down.

As He Li's body slowly fell backwards, the sedan chair on the wall behind him was revealed.

In the small window of the sedan, there was a terrified, ghostly face.

As Yang Yuan looked over, the face disappeared from the window in an instant.

Then the carriage shook violently a few more times.

The person in the car wanted to get out, but the car that once gave him the best protection now became a cage that trapped him.

Yang Yuan took a deep breath and evened out his breathing. He also had wounds on his body, but fortunately none of them were vital.

Yang Yuan put the blunt knife full of notches back into his waist like a treasure, then bent down and picked up the backpack on the ground.

There was a thin layer of snow on the backpack, which had not melted yet.

Yang Yuan stretched out his hand and brushed it away, and the snow fell away, stained with blood.

Yang Yuan carried the bloody backpack, slowly walked to the carriage, and gently knocked on the window.

Qin Hui's horrified voice came from inside: "You...what on earth do you Japanese people want to do? I have already promised Ono Akihiro to establish the largest trade relationship with Peace Kiyomori..."

Qin Hui huddled tightly in a corner of the carriage. His figure could not be seen through the window, and only his frightened voice could be heard coming from inside.

Yang Yuan sighed and said in a somewhat tired voice: "I am not from Japan."

The voice in the car paused for a moment: "Those two people just now were obviously from Japan..."

Yang Yuan lowered his head to untie his backpack and answered casually, "If you can hire Japanese people to work for you, I can do the same."

Qin Hui screamed, "Who are you? Are you one of Yue Fei's former subordinates?"

At this time, Yang Yuan was still dressed as a Taoist priest with a beard under his chin.

When the fierce battle just now was going on, Qin Hui, who was peeping through the window, misjudged his age.

Yang Yuan untied his backpack, and the bag slipped off, revealing a tube of "Divine Fire Flying Crow".

Yang Yuan held the "Divine Fire Flying Crow" in his hand, thought for a moment, and said, "I... probably... traveled through time and space to find you, the judge of sinners!"

"Sinner, what crime have I committed?"

Qin Hui, who was in the "cage", was angered by this sentence: "Without the prime minister's painstaking efforts, enduring humiliation and bearing the infamy of the world, how could the Song Dynasty continue?"

"The Jin Kingdom is strong, and those who resist it will perish. Without this Prime Minister advocating peace and stopping the war, how could the Song Dynasty recover in just 20 years, cross the river to the south and revive, and bring peace to the world!"

"Tell me, what crime have I committed? I have made contributions to the country, to the people, and to the world. Tell me, what crime have I committed?"

In the distance, there was the sound of urgent horse hooves, and someone shouted loudly: "Over there, look, that's Prime Minister Qin's carriage!"

Yang Yuan aimed the "Flying Crow of Divine Fire" at the window of the sedan chair and said, "Let me borrow a word from Prime Minister Qin. This is groundless!"

The "Flying Crow of Divine Fire" was stuffed hard into the window and the tail fuse was ignited.

Qin Hui curled up in a corner of the carriage and never saw the entire backpack.

At this time, the window was blocked by the "Divine Fire Crow". He couldn't see clearly what it was in the car, and couldn't help but screamed: "What is this?"

"Bang!" His answer was a rocket shooting out.

Immediately afterwards, rockets shot out, colliding and running around in the carriage.

The rocket will not stop until the power of the gunpowder is exhausted.

But the space was small, and the rockets kept flying up and down in this small space.

At first, Qin Hui's screams were heard, but after a moment they turned into his shrill screams.

Soon, the only sound was the "bang bang thump thump" of rockets flying around, and no more screams were heard.

Yang Yuan pushed the "Divine Fire Flying Crow" that had not yet been fully launched into the carriage, and billowing smoke immediately spewed out from the window.

Reinforcements rode over and caught up with the "car accident scene".

They saw thick smoke billowing out of the window of Qin Xiang's carriage, and flashes of fire could be seen from time to time inside.

Suddenly, a rocket shot out from the small window, causing people to shout and horses to neigh.

The carriage caught fire, and flames spewed out of the windows, illuminating the four-pillar square pavilion with double eaves and a pointed roof.

On the square pavilion, between the double-layered eaves, the three large characters "Fengbo Pavilion" flickered in the flames...

(End of this chapter)