Mirror: Twin Cities

The soldiers of the Nationalist Army hanged at the gates of Yecheng, and the corpses were densely packed around the city wall for a few weeks. The remaining captives with outstanding appearance were purchased by wealthy merchants and entered the East Market where the slave trade was active. After this battle, the number of Yunhuang Shangyu people dropped sharply, and the number of survivors was less than 100,000, and their worth was even higher.

The iron-like rule of the Cangliu Empire was largely maintained by the incomparable combat power of the Heavenly Expedition Army, so that there was no disobedience from the Quartet's vassals.

The same soldiers, those soldiers of course also know what the words "Zhengtian Army" mean.

The anger that had just burned the homeland burned into the heart of the blood-blooded man like a fire. When the commander climbed up and called out, everyone was ready to stop those intruders without any care. However, the reminder of the prefect at this moment was like pouring cold water on the head. , Let everyone be silent.

After all, regardless of fighting against the Army Corps, it is said that as a soldier, he attacked the army of the suzerain country without receiving instructions. This charge of "treason" is not to be suppressed, even if they are not afraid of death. The big sin is to link the family to the family, but it is not just a single person who has to fight it out.

"You give me a good patrol, don't worry about the Nancheng side!" Seeing that the group of soldiers were quiet, the prefect was relieved and glared at Guo Yanyun, "Commander, don't go out today. Give me home and hug my wife! Don't do this all the time, it makes me feel that the black yarn on the top of my head is shaky every day."

"Premier, you, don't you care about those bastards?" Guo Yanyun pointed to the southern sky, the screams were violent in the wind, the corners of his mouth twitched, and blue veins burst out on his forehead, "They are killing people in our Taoyuan County! That group of robbers!"

"Shut up! How can you scold the legion bandits of the empire? They are the role models for the entire Yunhuang army!" Yao Taishou glared at the soldier. "Without Governor Gao's order, we can only obey no matter what they do. You are The soldiers of Zezhi Country, can't they defy Governor Gao's meaning?... And they must also be forced to catch the anti-thief."

"I have no choice?" Mr. Guo suddenly couldn't laugh or cry. "That group of people had no choice? Didn't you wake up, prefect?"

"Hey, I'm too lazy to nag with you, a guy who doesn't know what to do." Yao Taishou curled his lips, remembering that he hadn't used up his breakfast. "Anyway, there is no order from Governor Gao, absolutely no disrespect to the Army of the Army! You reply! Go and hug your wife at home and be happy, why bother with this leisurely mind?"

Watching the prefect Yao Siwei swaying back to the county house with his goatee, and listening to the crying from the wind, Guo Yanyun's eyes were wide with brass bells, his fists clenched like a bowl, and he punched the Yamen. Before the stone lion.

After coming to Yunhuang, after working hard for days and days, Murong Xiu easily fell asleep, but before getting up early in the morning, he heard the noisy and boiling voices outside. He hadn't realized what was going on, and with a "poof", a crossbow penetrated the roof tiles and nailed it to the small table in front of the window, and the tail feathers trembled slightly.

Murong Xiu instantly jumped up, quickly pulled over his coat and put it on, gathered up the yagra that had been spread out to dry last night before going to bed, packed his back, opened the door and rushed to the front hall, running and calling the name of the protector: "Xijing, senior Xijing!"

However, the Ruyi Gambling House had already been in the empty space, and the roof tiles were shattered everywhere, falling from the holes in the roof, and nailing them to the furniture in the house.

Murongxiu braved the fallen Fei Shi, looking for Xijing from house to house, but he did not see the drunk swordsman, his eyes slowly became serious-his mother entrusted him to this unfamiliar uncle, but he didn’t expect this. reliable.

No one can be found everywhere. The bustling gambling house just a day ago turned out to be desolate, and even the proprietress, Mrs. Ruyi, didn't know where it was. The young jeweler from Zhongzhou was looking for houses from house to house. He still had a glimmer of hope, thinking that the drunk swordsman would sleep soundly in a house.

However, hope gradually disappeared, and the door of the last room was pushed open, and there was a black hole inside.

"Xi Jing! Xi Jing!" Murong Xiu shouted, no one answered. However, his body shook suddenly at that instant, and a stream of arrows shot down in midair, piercing his calf, and he staggered and fell into the door.

More flying arrows scattered like raindrops, smashing the roof tiles under the corridor and shooting at him, with nowhere to escape.

"Come in!" The jeweler who had no martial arts raised his hand to stop him in vain. Suddenly a voice whispered in the darkness. Murong Xiu felt that something was holding his arm out of thin air and dragged him into the room. The door slammed behind the door, and the snatching sound of a flying crossbow nailed to the door like a rainstorm.

Enduring the pain in his leg, he fumbled in the dark room, slowly moved under the wall, stood up on the wall, and judged where it was. The place where I touched my finger seemed to be a luxurious bedroom with smooth stones on the walls. It was probably because the roof beams were high and thick, and the ceiling was reworked in a heavy-duty way, but there was never a flying crossbow shot through it.

The room was bleak, full of indescribable strange smells, sweet and corrupt.

"It's broken up? How can we condense?" In the darkness, a voice suddenly asked.

Murong Xiu was taken aback, vaguely remembering where he seemed to have heard that voice. However, before he asked who he was trying to rescue him, another voice spoke in the dark and replied: "The emperor must rely on the emperor to trigger the power in the earth-in order to keep the spirit body from dispersing."

The voice in front was silent for a while, slightly surprised: "The Emperor? Isn't the power of Houtu itself protecting its owner? Isn't the Emperor Houtu two rings of equal power?"

"Houtu's power is actually far inferior to Huangtian." The other party paused, and his voice suddenly lowered, "Its power has been sealed, and it is not enough to gather scattered spirits."

"Who sealed it?" another voice asked, "Who can seal Queen Baiwei's "Houtu"?!"

There was no answer, and the conversation stopped here as if he didn't want to continue. silence.

"Please, who is it——" After his eyes got used to the dimness of the room, Murong Xiu asked. He vaguely saw a few people sitting next to the big bed with heavy brocade tents. He couldn't really figure it out. The candlestick was just about to light the candle, and suddenly his arm was numb out of thin air, and the candlestick screamed and flew out.

"Don't do it." Someone coldly ordered in the dark, tearing down the tent with a bang, as if for fear of a little light.

Murong Xiu was stunned suddenly, feeling an inexplicable chill, he finally heard this voice! Puppet master?

"Click, click", in the darkness, it seemed that something had come by, pulling the corner of his clothes, Murong Xiu lowered his head in surprise, and saw a pair of shining eyes in the darkness, two feet above the ground. Smiled at him weirdly.

"Oh!" He was taken aback and took a step back, but he heard another voice in the room, and asked him in amazement: "What is your name just now? Your name was Xijing when you opened the door? Do you know him? Xijing?"

It was an unfamiliar voice. Murong Xiu guessed that the other party was not hostile, and nodded and admitted, "Yes, he is the old family's mother."

"Oh?" Something came to him in the darkness, with no footsteps. The man was wearing a cloak, only his pale face was exposed under the hood, looking at him, and nodding, "Your mother is ——"

"Hongshan." In the deepest part of the darkness, another voice faintly replied for him, "Hongshan, the mackerel."

Sumo's voice-Murong Xiu has always been inexplicably avoiding this puppet master, feeling that such a person has an "inhuman" feeling. At this moment, hearing Sumo's voice in the dark, he couldn't help but shudder.

"No wonder you are willing to save him." The man in the cloak smiled and replied, reaching out to pat Murong Xiu's shoulder, "Where has Xijing gone? I want to see him."

Murong Xiu was startled and shook his head: "I don't know, when I woke up in the morning, I couldn't find anyone else."

"Uh, why did Xijing become such a slinger?" The man beside him was slightly surprised. "When there is serious business, no one can see it! Is it really a waste of drinking and drinking? I went out to find him."

The heavy curtains were blown up, and a pile of white swirling on the bed, like melting first snow, unexpectedly emitted a strange gleam in the dim room, faintly seeing the shape of a person, slowly condensing. The puppet master put down the tent to cover it, and suddenly stood up: "Zhen Lan, I will go out to find the Emperor, you stay!"

The door was closed before his eyes, and the room suddenly returned to pitch black. Murong Xiu stood there somehow, without realizing how the puppet master disappeared from the room.

"Sure enough... it's like this." In the darkness, Zhen Lan suddenly sighed and murmured as if there was some emotion.

"Uh, it's rare to see him so enthusiastic." Murong Xiu thought of the cold-blooded puppet master standing by on Tianque, and couldn't help but sigh. To the humanity around him in the dark--intuitively, he also felt that this was called "Zhen Lan". People are far better than Somo. However, I always feel that the name "Zhen Lan" is very familiar...It seems, it seems that when my mother talked about Yunhuang's past, she mentioned it to him?

He remembered bitterly on one side, but the man in the cloak next to him did not speak for a long time, and slowly a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Where... he was just afraid. He was afraid that he would stay alone in the darkness without wind. Controlled by the'evil' twin in the'mirror', don't you know what to do?"

"Huh?" Murong Xiu looked at the person next to him in surprise.

Zhen Lan didn't talk to him anymore, came to the couch, opened the tent, and leaned down to look at the puddle of melting white snow. His right