Daqing Criminal Division

three quarters of xu

Victory Bridge

"what!!"

In front of him, on the Desheng Bridge Avenue on the other side, Fu Heng, who was breaking into the crowd, was still engaged in a hand-to-hand fight with the several black-clothed spiders.

Just as expected, he and Wang Zhen did encounter exactly the same thing just now.

But Fu Heng had already noticed that something was wrong when the attack started. It's a pity that although he didn't want the attack on him to spread to the city, he was blocked here in the siege.

The other Luan Yiwei under him had been blown out by the empty gas cylinders tied to the car Luan and passed out by the side of the road.

As a Luan Yiwei guard who was directly pushed up by this group, Fu Heng, who was clearly blocked here by this group for a purpose, confronted the black-clothed spider forces on that side.

But one person has to deal with so many people. After all, his physical strength is gradually exhausted, and he was kicked against the wall. Fu Heng, whose head and body were already covered in blood, heard the burly black-clothed spider opposite with a sneer and said: ,

"Haha...haha, Luan Yiwei only has this ability?"

"Who the hell are you guys?"

The young man with bloodstains all over his face, but with a pair of stubborn black eyes and blood flowing from his mouth asked this question.

"We are 'spiders', 'spiders' with powerful hands, I think Luan Yiwei should have heard our name."

spider.

These two words, not to mention Fu Heng, everyone who was related to the Shuntian change five years ago can't forget it. Fu Heng was shocked, and immediately remembered something, and then he clenched his teeth and made a fist He got up, but it was a pity that the leader, the black-clothed spider with a pair of festering hands, went up and trampled on his head viciously.And seeing Fu Heng, who was stepped on by him, swallowed the blood foam in his mouth in pain, and said word by word

"...You don't want to do anything to Shuntian Mansion. This is at the foot of the imperial city. My duty is to protect the King of Tibet and the Living Buddha."

"Protect the King of Tibet and the Living Buddha?"

"Don't dream, the two 'moons' we specially prepared for you have already flown to the inner city, after jumping over Desheng Bridge, Red Temple, Tianfo Temple, entering the inner city, crossing the South Pond and North Pond, and then Breaking into the Shenwu Gate once, the entire Shuntian Mansion will be set foot underground by us again!"

After saying this, the group of black-clothed spiders surrounded Fu Heng again. During the process, Fu Heng dodged and fell to the wall and tried to get up again to resist. Under such circumstances, Fu Heng, who tried to resist again and again, was gradually defeated again and again.

And the purpose of this group of black-clothed spiders is obviously not just Fu Heng.

Because their initial targets were ordinary people on the street, even though Fu Heng blocked the entrance of the Desheng Bridge alley again and again to try to block their going out, when a flying kick hit, they were all dressed in yellow cotton. A's Fu Heng crashed through the wall of a residential house and fell to the street.

This fall shocked the people on the road outside. Some civilians shouted when they saw all this, and Fu Heng, who was lying in the middle of the road, was almost run over by the horses and horses who were yelling harshly beside him.

But this group of black-clothed spiders took advantage of the situation and were about to rush out of the barrier in front of them and attack the ordinary people outside.

But at this moment, there was only the sound of a horse's hoof on the street, and an exclamation came from the crowd. Fu Heng, who was lying in the middle of the road, was rescued by a figure pulling up his collar, and waving the horsewhip in his hand again. standing in front of him—

The horsewhip thrown from the front directly whipped the black-clothed spider who was planning to punch Fu Heng's temple, and fell to the side while covering his face.

The moment Fu Heng was rescued, when he looked up, he saw a white horse with a tail like clouds chasing the moon and an extremely shocking figure coming towards them by the flames.

Who is this person.

It was Duan Owl.

Just now, when Duan Xiao rode the white horse that crossed the street, he saw a crowd of people on the street.

Throughout the night sky, red golden flames flowed. The moment Duan Xiao rushed through the streets and alleys, Duan Xiao even felt that he had returned to that night five years ago.

The same change of fate.

The same spider attacked the city.

But for some reason, those nightmare-like spider voices that once troubled him no longer hindered his footsteps, and when Duan Xiao, who broke into danger alone, rushed to the place where Luan Yiwei had obviously been raided, But Fu Heng couldn't be found in the crowd.

As the celebration time of the square is approaching, on the East Chang'an Avenue in the distance, the Tibetan motorcade has slowly entered from the main entrance, so the turmoil here has not affected the street for the time being.

It is strange to say that the bright yellow figure of Luan Yiwei was the only one in this crowd, which made Duan Ou realize that, just as the black-clothed spider who was captured at the beginning said, an incident happened on the Desheng Bridge, aimed at The street chaos in Luang Yiwei is also going on.

However, under such circumstances, it was difficult for Luan Yiwei to completely escape from the predicament.

But when Duan Xiao followed the flow of people to find a deeper alley, he saw bloodstains along the way, presumably the rest of the people had been injured, but Fu Heng was nowhere to be seen.

But fortunately, Duan Xiao found Fu Heng when there were casualties along the way, although on this basis, the young man was besieged badly, almost even Duan Xiao couldn't catch up.

"..."

This encounter led to the scene just now, where he also exchanged glances with the pale young man lying on the road with a face that didn't recognize him.

Duan Xiao, who didn't intend to say too much, directly looked down at the group of black-clothed spiders on the street,

After that, Duan Xiao, who was facing the group of people, got off his horse and went up and kicked the man in black away with his boots, and then turned sideways and punched the man's Tan Zhong acupoint with a blank expression.

Seeing the gang of black-clothed spiders on the opposite side trying to surround him, and trying to grab a civilian from behind, Duan Xiao threw off the attack of the gang and threw an innocent civilian in the car on the road. On the side, his arm was bloodstained by the reins.

The crowd was chaotic for a while, but the appearance of Duan Xiao instantly resolved a crisis.

This time, he and Fu Heng managed to control the chaos of Desheng Bridge. If these things fall into the eyes of ordinary people, they may only be surprised who this person is.

But here is Suncheon.

When Duan Ou's face that was once hidden from recognition was exposed to the flames due to fighting, and the red scars on his face were washed away a little bit due to sweat, finally, an old man in the crowd suddenly called out said.

"This is... Lord Duan of Yanzhou! This old man will not admit his mistake! No one in Shuntian Manor knows the face of Lord Duan Yuheng Duan!"

"It's really Master Duan! Back to Suncheon!"

The elderly people on the street who were lucky enough to be rescued pointed at the man on the white horse with a shocked face and exclaimed. Hearing this, Fu Heng, who was also stunned, fell to the side of the road, but he couldn't believe it. own ears.

Many years later, Fu Heng could hardly forget this scene, because it was the first time in his life that he saw such an imposing figure who could not tolerate a person presumptuously in front of him.

Duan Yuheng, the southern army plane.

It was the legendary man in white clothes, black hair, tall, thin and straight who just appeared on the horse.

But in that legend, how could the person who had mysteriously disappeared in the capital for five years since Sejong's death reappeared to save the common people when the spider attacked him.

He didn't know why the other party appeared here, but he knew that he should stand up immediately and guard the Shuntian Mansion in front of him with this person.

"Duan Junji!"

At that moment, Fu Heng, who was standing under the horse, looked nervous, and quickly cupped his hands to thank him. He actually didn't know each other, but at this moment, the two couldn't bear to ask why the other party appeared here.

"Need not."

Duan Xiao, who had rescued him again, raised his head and glanced at the young man, but he was not polite to him, so he just replied.

"Call Owl Brother."

Duan Xiao squinted his eyes as a matter of course, and continued to deal with the crisis in front of him without looking back.

Fu Heng:?

For, why.

Is Duan Junji so enthusiastic with everyone?

"I know Fucha Fuyu."

Duan Xiao added another sentence.

Fu Heng:?

Fu Cha Fu Yu.

That's not his brother.

His brother is home.

But when his brother came home, he didn't know from the beginning to the end.

After all, the young and cute brother Xiaocha is a little confused by Duan Junji's sudden act of treating himself as one of his own, but the danger is right in front of us, and we can't allow people to think too much, so solve it After finishing all this, Duan Xiao got on his horse again, then lowered his head and said to him,

"Hurry up and treat your colleagues and these civilians first, I need to rush to the celebration square now."

"So, let's go first."

"Well, Duan Junji, then my brother--"

"He'll be fine."

Behind him is the red-gold sky of the imperial city. Under the flowing golden clouds, a winding avenue like a dragon reflects the rays of light leading to the entire inner city.

On the chaotic and flickering Desheng Bridge Street, the man on the white horse has the most dazzling face, his eyes are dark, a black braid blows up with the wind, and his snow-white Nana is covered in snow. Military aircraft uniform, but also has the most trustworthy and firm tone for the person he said.

"Don't worry, he is Fucha Fuyu."

"So, just trust him."

Hearing this all of a sudden, he stopped for some reason. Fu Heng, who was standing under the horse and did not catch up, stared blankly at the back of the man on the horse. Suddenly, he seemed to think of his brother, the man named Duan Xiao. Who we are doesn't seem to matter anymore.

But the other party's tone was so steady and full of consolation, it was so firm that it made people's heartbeat steady, and they couldn't bear to break even a tiny bit.

It's like re-acquainting this person after ten thousand years.

Because, he is Fucha Fuyu.

I believe in him.

This is really the most indescribable sentence in the world. It's like two people have merged into one body. Their souls, bones, and blood are completely entrusted to each other.

It is the only arrogance in the world, and it is also the only trust in the world.

Only Jiangshan is vast and changeable, but this situation remains unchanged.

Because the mountains and rivers are related to the world, I will go with you in this life.

Also because of mountains and rivers and you.

Indispensable.

— they never do.

……

hour of the hour

"Divine culture, sage and martial arts, sweeping the eight wastelands, not only will there be no great order today, but how can the prosperous capital be peaceful."

Above the Shenwu Gate, the ceremonial officials above were reading documents. Among the backs of countless people staring at the drums on their faces and the direction of the inner city, their spears pointed at the top of the city defense. Only a soldier with a red tasseled pointed hat was standing there. Turning his head to look at the sky, he suddenly pointed to the sky with a shocked expression as if in a dream.

"You, look at the show that day! Then, is that also a celebration performance arranged by the court!"

"There... two 'moons' flew towards the palace!"

As he raised his head, more and more people who felt a shadow in the distant sky were shocked, and turned their heads together in astonishment and disbelief.

These people are male, female, old, and young, but all of them reflect their yellow-brown, dark-black pupils on the magical giant floating in the mid-air above everyone's heads.

It was a huge 'Heavenly Palace'.

A portrait of a monk is painted on it, and it is hard to imagine that this is a huge sheepskin balloon that is a murder weapon.

A real, huge sheepskin balloon flying in the sky, braving clusters of flames, flying towards everyone from the flickering lights, against the backdrop of the magnificent imperial city below—flying over!

The women in the queue behind them wear green wool damask pulu skirts, green robes with floor-length sleeves, and lamb fur decorated with brocade in winter.The attack is in the shape of a bun, and the feet are worn with leather boots.Generally, men's hair is loose, women's hair is distinguished, and both men and women are painted with color.

But no one realizes that the crisis has arrived.

"——!——!"

The commotion on East Chang'an Avenue did not spread to the inner city.

In the inner city, there were noises and signs of crowds in the outer city, but in reality, because there were too many people in the capital at the moment, this also caused the attack to still happen, but no one knew about it.

Looking directly at the past, the huge Shuntian Mansion looks like this, but the planning is clear and the roads are open.

This Shuntian Mansion located in the center of the imperial city is like a complete golden dragon transformed from mountains and rivers.

The golden dragon has a head, a tail, a body, and claws. If any part is destroyed, the dragon shape will be gone. At least it will damage the safety of the people's own city defense, and at most it may even inadvertently shake the foundation of the country.

If you look closely at the square foundation structure of the imperial city, the row upon row of city walls and gates, each lane that looks like a long dragon winding across mountains and rivers, including any alleys, alleys, academies, temples, military mansions built in residential complexes The logos of the special supply points of Yamen are very eye-catching and conspicuous.

Those two huge sheepskin balls, which were gliding in the wind and whose height was obviously higher than the ground, were floating in the air, and the burning explosive gas might ignite the ribbons above the imperial city at any time, and burn the flames to the entire Shuntian Prefecture. one survivor.

The gas in the balloon, if it is heavier than the gas that helps it fly, can make it fall safely in the air.

But only the huge Buddha statue balloon in the middle can no longer save this completely chaotic situation with this method. The people in the inner city are still immersed in this bustle, unaware that the crisis is looming, and right here At the moment of life and death, two people had to chase after him.

From the north and the south, they arrived at the celebration square at the last moment. Standing in the darkness, holding their hands a little coldly, Fu Yu and Duan Xiao, who were doing city-wide security work, stepped side by side, stepping forward in the dark with no expression on their faces. Walk.

Behind them is the celebration scene where the King of Tibet and the Living Buddha are parading through the city.

But as soon as Xushi arrived, an assassination and secret attack against the city of Beijing and the Living Buddha of the King of Tibet had already quietly happened in the dark.

"It's a matter of life and death."

"This time, we not only want to win, but also win brilliantly."

"We need a plan to rescue the people and the visiting group. Before the lime gas in the two air balloons touches the sparks above the Shenwu Gate and explodes, all air crises will be resolved."

Having said that, the two standing together in front of the Shenwu Gate already understood that the final blasting rescue was bound to come.

"Ding--"

The chaotic crowd continued to pour into the inner city, and the lights lit up along with the buildings themselves.

Hedgehog, the performance form of folk cloud lanterns is to use eight people, four men and four women, each holding two lights in the shape of clouds.

The Eight Treasures Sword can be seen on the cloud lanterns, the raging fire flows in the clouds, the fire gourd, the Buddha furnace, the yin and yang board, the playing stick, the rhinoceros horn, the blue fan, and the flower basket echo each other at the celebration.

This scene not only shows the leisurely procession and rapid turbulence of the clouds, but also the alert and flexible dragon, winding and soaring.

Just like during a long drought, the dragon is flying clouds to make rain, and then the sky is clear after flying clouds and rain, showing people's joy for a good harvest.The characteristic of cloud lanterns is to look at the lights instead of people, and use the movement of clouds and props to express the turbulence of the clouds.

【'Today is an auspicious day. ']

['People take this auspicious omen to dance together on a good day. ']

【'Today is an auspicious day. ']

On the streets of East Chang'an, amidst the ringing bells, under the drums, dark-skinned and healthy eight-armed goddesses also waved the arm-wrapped gold and silk on their arms. Duan Xiao, wearing the Brahma shaman mask, knelt on one knee among the torches in all directions.

Little by little, he stretched out one hand towards the sky, making a fist with his arms raised, and held up a soul calling bell with the other hand.

It can be said that it is a soul-calling bell used for Tibetan Buddhist sacrifices. When someone like Duan Xiao holds it in the palm of his hand with a powerful hand, the soul-calling bell held above his head seems to be transformed into a sword, an unstoppable sword. sword.

Such an amazing spirit.

A sword so sharp that it shone white.

It made his Tibetan robe become as dazzling as a raging fire.

Behind him, the turbulent night is like the roar of the elephant king under the seat of Buddha Amara, and behind this mask, the dark eyes are firmly locked on the one who stands on the drum with him, but is destined to be a lifelong opponent. people.

Who is that.

Duan Xiao knows better than anyone else.

Because at this moment, this drum belongs to him and that person, the battlefield that only belongs to the two of them.

Clenching his hands into fists, he pointed to the bright sky like Duan Owl. His thick curly black hair spread out behind the indigo auspicious pattern Thangka screen behind him, and a string of yak tooth red beads hung around the man's neck, flowing A firm chest dripping with sweat.

This is a pure, masculine dance.

Stretching his arms, he was born with the fire, and danced in the mountains and rivers, which was witnessed by the people all over the world. The moment the two of them drew closer and looked at each other with a strong smell of gunpowder, a touch of ocher ointment left behind The long red color is in the corner of Fu Yu's wild eyes.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

In the distance, the two animal drums on the Shenwu Gate were still being beaten by the drummer in red.

The ancient legends are being staged one after another on the top of the snow-capped mountain in that year from this casual Tibetan dance.

The figures of two men under the night cover alternate, overlap, turn around, and dance with arms raised, magnificent and mysterious.

['Legends say that the king of Tibet in the distant snow mountain and Amara Elephant God were born enemies. ']

['But they are in charge of the order of the world together. When they saw each other for the first time in the snow mountain, they had already recognized each other's real body. ']

【'Elephant God, because you walked down from the snow mountain, did you come here under the instructions of Amara? ']

Seeing this, they only engaged in a two-person fight on the drum with him. Fu Yu stretched out a wrist covered with Buddha beads and gold beads and grabbed Duan Xiao on the huge human face drum.

Jumping, dancing together.

The two opened their arms, revealing their masculine chest and arm muscles. At the same time, a large fluffy and soft otter-skin-trimmed cloak blocked their heads when opened.

Flames shot up behind the two of them.

The figures alternated again.

These two figures imitate the most intense and direct struggle between men on the national stage, and go to each other to perform the legendary battle of gods on the battlefield, but they never touch each other's hands through the flames.

Compared to a folk dance open to the people of the entire Beijing city, this is more like a battle on a drum in full view.

There was a surge of people below, the applause and exclamation of the common people came in bursts, and pairs of eyes were watching in shock and astonishment. A real legend seemed to be continuing under the gaze of everyone——

['King of Tibet, I came here to find my real body. Because I am an elephant, the bhikkhu gave me a god, but I am destined to cross the snow-capped mountains to find a king. ']

【'With the king, the elephant can live up to the original intention of being a god, and only then can we work together to achieve the magnificence in this mountain and river. ']

【'And just now, I have recognized in your bright eyes that you are the king of my life in this world. ']

Those eyes were as bright as fire, but they looked like the king of Tibet in the whole majestic mountains, rivers, heaven and earth.

He is the invincible god on the thangka, the magnificent incarnation of all things in the world, no matter how many reincarnations, in this common life, they can always find each other's unforgettable face in this life, because each other is already the other's belief .

Plop, plop.

This provocation and struggle stimulated the heartbeats of the two of them. At this moment when the other's breath, heartbeat and sweat converged, the two immediately grasped each other's hands and raised their fists to the sky.

Clusters of Martians floated in the thick night in mid-air, and the two of them walked together with broad shoulders, the embodiment of the absolute strength and violent armed force of adult men.

The moment you raise your arm and hold the firearm, you can instantly see that the arm muscles are full of strength.

Coupled with their height, when the two of them came out of the dark alley so coldly, the visual impact on the black-clothed spiders in the crowd was too strong.

Wait for two quick shots to the target's body first, and then quickly shoot one shot upwards to the target's head.

The purpose of the first two shots is to hit the target faster and more accurately, it is easier to hit the chest than the head, and make the target unable to resist for a short time, while the third shot is to destroy the brain and make the target stop for a longer time down, or stop forever.

"Touch-touch-"

The sound of gunshots disappeared invisible to the sound of drums in the imperial city's celebration, but the black-clothed spiders hiding in the dark were dealt with one by one by two people dressed as dancers on the drums, and turned into shimmering lights and disappeared invisible.

['In the sky, thousands of stars gather to compete with the moon for glory. ']

【'Today is an auspicious day,'】

['May this auspicious sign be with the world for a long time. ']

'one--'

In the inner city, a western mechanical clock facing the Hall of Supreme Harmony in the South Army Aircraft Station suddenly made a crisp 'click' sound.

The old man in white who was sitting at the desk suddenly raised his head, his light brown eyes suddenly made his subordinates push open the only window in the side office as if he had sensed something.

'two--'

The muzzles on the two drums faced the crowd behind them and aimed at the sky.

'three--'

In the sky, two sheepskin balloons flying too high in the sky, originally approaching Shenwumen straightly, were hit by two gunpowder shells at once, accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of air leakage and huge bursting sound.

The people in all directions exclaimed, but the spherical sheepskin on the head also exploded amidst the sound of fireworks.

In Tibetan Buddhism, the three-armed goddess dances on the phoenix chariot in the Forbidden City. There is a strange movement of "Buddha" speeding in the sky, and the people flee for their lives in the fire attack.

The leaked gas ignited a larger flame, but it also floated in the air, turning into golden flowers, making the faces of the two brighter and clearer.

The person in front of him.

Not the king of Tibet in the world.

Not the king of mortals.

But they captured each other's entire heart with incomparable enthusiasm, as if no matter how difficult it was for them to escape from the embrace of the god in front of them, it only belonged to each other's king of Tibet.

— is their king alone.

At this moment, it seemed to be back to that night when they held each other's hands and ran wantonly in Shuntian Mansion, but this time, it was not Shuntian double evil, but two bright moons shining on the whole Shuntian.

"You succeeded, Fu Yu."

"Fu Yu."

"you succeeded!"

As he spoke, there was still some point, Duan Xiao's firm and bright eyes were full of brilliance.

His expression was straightforward and warm, with complete admiration, liking and honor for the person in front of him that he had never seen in his life.

It seems that only Fu Yu has achieved himself.

It is one of the great blessings in his life.

It has always been mutual achievement and mutual development.

"not us."

"We made it."

For some reason, seeing Duan Xiao smiling so happily, his hair was completely loose, and the corners of Fu Yu's mouth curled up, the crimson under his eyes was getting brighter.

"Let's go."

"Duan Yuheng, let's go together."

After this sentence fell, the two grabbed each other's hands and jumped off the drum together to confuse them into the crowd.

The air balloon just now has been taken care of by the two, one white and one black, An Xiang and Plum Blossom Drunk, heard the whistle all the way from the street and ran towards the sound of horseshoes, the two of them turned on their horses one by one and rushed to the place where the Living Buddha was visually inspecting. Che Luan and the Tibetan nobles were successfully rescued by the inner city team.

Holding the reins with one hand, the elephant god on the white-maned horse took off his shamanism red mask with the other hand, revealing a face that made the whole capital and the entire court under the red banner stand like this.

The long hair they had just brought from the salute in the inner city was completely scattered on their shoulders, and the strands were gently blown into the air with the wind.

The immaturity and impulsiveness of youth have completely faded away, and their eyes are no longer the young people who are more scheming than practical experience as they were back then.

These are the eyes of two pairs of adult men as ambitious as tigers.

They have all become truly extraordinary one by one, and their full of vigor and strength can light up the dark world in an instant, and they can't tolerate a trace of contempt.

Mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon.

In such black eyes, they will be compared, only the light like the Yuheng star is enough to illuminate this pair of figures, and they will shine on each other.

Duan Yuheng from Yanzhou, and Bafang Erji from Heshuntian.

No one in the world knew about it.

But in the end, he was alone, fell into the darkness, disappeared for five years, but finally found his original wish.

Now, he has finally washed away all his lead and removed the scars all over his body, just to protect everything in his heart, just like this, stepping on the fire of Shuntian Mansion all night, and came back with another person without fear!

No one in this world can stop them.

There is no one in this world who is more presumptuous, arrogant, and comparable to a raging fire than them!

"Ahead, no need to dismount!"

"The Emperor of the Forbidden City only allows me to ask! Next, I just stopped the 'speeding car' in the air together on the human face drum to protect the Shuntian Mansion! Which two of my great ministers in Beijing!"

The inner city guard in auspicious uniform shouted loudly to the figures in the two flames.

"South Army Aircraft, Duan Yuheng."

"Haitongqing, all directions."

Until, the two tall and straight figures on the black and white horses, facing the raging fire, replied word by word in unison,

"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life, guarding Shuntian."

The author has something to say: Recommended bg: "The Door" howielee