Wu Siliu is 30 years old this year, with an average appearance and a small size. He has just reached the beginning of the Wen Realm in martial arts. He is not very famous in the world, but in the capital, he has a powerful identity, guard of the Great Inner.

He was born into a second-rate sect. After he became a military leader, he stayed in the capital for five or six years. He was nearly thirty and didn't even get a wife. However, two years ago, he met a noble man. By chance, he joined the imperial guards and was promoted several times and became the position of imperial guards, becoming one of the masters in the imperial palace.

There are many masters in the palace. As the saying goes, most of the top masters in the world who have learned martial arts, goods and imperial families, are captured by the palace or the military. There are more than 30 masters in the world who are the Tongxiang Realm masters alone. No matter which of these masters are in the world, they are all famous masters.

Wu Siliu knew that he was inexperienced in martial arts and could become an imperial guard who had ten people in charge of the imperial guards. The palace was full of guards and could not even fly in, let alone a killer and assassin, so his life was very comfortable.

What are the benefits of this big inner guard? Not to mention anything else, when he was desperate in the capital, he was so angry that he even stole the skills and was driven away by local gangs.

Now, whoever of the bosses in Sihetang in the capital was respectful and praised Mr. Wu when they saw him? Last year, when they returned to their hometown in Dongping County, even the local magistrates called him brothers and brothers. As for the magistrate of Dongping, whenever his parents had three or two birthdays, they would run around like grandsons.

Of course, these benefits are not for nothing. As the saying goes, there are people in the imperial city that can do things easily. Those magistrates and magistrates come to the capital to do things, and they don’t even know where the yamen is going to, let alone meet the emperor.

There are also some people in the capital who specialize in using these remote foreign officials to come to Beijing to do business. They form groups and set up bureaus and set up condoms. Some are responsible for pulling wires, some are responsible for being childcare, some are supportive, and some are equipped with important officials of the six ministries, which are specifically deceived by the imperial officials.

With Wu Siliu's relationship in it, the local government will come to the capital to do business. Even if Wu Siliu is not helping, just give them a clear way, these prefects will not post like headless flies, worship the wrong temple gate, spend money in vain, and make others laugh at it.

On this day, the 46th day, I was having an appointment with a few friends to come to the heaven and earth to spend money. Since becoming a guard of the Great Inner, he has not only spent money on spending money here, but also left more than ten taels of silver in the building every month.

Wu Siliu was playing hard, and he heard his subordinates report, saying, "Master Wu, you have found you!" Wu Siliu took a few glasses of wine, drunkenly, and said unhappy, "Don't you see that I have something to do?"

My subordinates didn't care about these things and said, "The wind rises in the sky."

Wu Siliu was shocked and he was drunk. This was the exclusive secret code of the guards of the Great Inner, and it was an emergency in the palace, so he asked to gather quickly.

Wu Siliu Company was about to say goodbye, and the woman in her arms was still coquettish. Wu Siliu fell to the ground one by one. When he happened to meet a friend who brought a bottle of vinegar, he reached out to grab it, drank it all, and then hurriedly left with the subordinate.

I came to the imperial city, changed my armor, received weapons in the armory, and came to the palace square. I saw that there were bright lights in the palace, and there were three thousand imperial guards standing in a solemn look.

Wu Siliu thought, he had never encountered such a big posture since he joined the imperial guards, and was still wondering whether it was the Northern Zhou Dynasty and Xiliang that declared war or which vassal king wanted to counterattack the palace. While he was thinking about it, he saw a look sweeping over him and couldn't help but shivering.

That man was one of the thirty masters of Tongxiang in the inner palace, the superiors of his superiors. The thirty masters of Tongxiang would protect the Emperor Zhu Wu of the Ming Dynasty.

After seeing again, the Ming Dynasty national master Long Aotian actually came to the palace. This ancestor only appeared occasionally when his Majesty presided over the heavenly sacrifice ceremony, but tonight he looked solemn, holding a compass in his hand, closing his eyes without saying a word.

The three thousand imperial guards were motionless, and the palace was silent, and the sound of night wind and torches seemed particularly harsh at this time.

Long Aotian opened his eyes and said, today we are on the verge of despair and on the occasion of destruction, we must choose to believe each other, today we are going to welcome the enemy at our doorstep, today we are going to overthrow the prophecy of the end of the world!

There are some things that you can't fight against, and that's God's business. For example, when you see a hurricane coming, all you can do is run away. But when you are in the God of Shocking Formation, you can fight against the hurricane and you will win.

I'll ask you, when the end of the world is coming, you would rather die here or fight with powerful enemies to the end!

The master of Thirty-Tongxiang shouted, Fight to the death!

Although Wu Siliu didn't know what happened, he shouted with the three thousand imperial guards, "Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!

After saying this, Wu Siliu was excited.

He had practiced these words countless times on weekdays, including loyalty to the emperor, obedience to superiors, and absolute purity in his mind. Although Wu Siliu did not believe them, in order to maintain this difficult-to-earth position, he had never hesitated when facing such problems.

Four hours later, it was bright and nothing happened.

Wu Siliu began to shake. After Long Aotian said these words, everyone stood in the square without moving. Although everyone was a master, they couldn't even eat food for several hours.

In the afternoon, the emperor ordered that all the imperial guards rest on site and not be allowed to leave the imperial city. Only then did Wu Siliu realize that the military officials of the court seemed to have a tacit understanding of the morning court.

The guards began to gossip. The 100-year-old chief said, "What happened? He actually started the war preparation state of Tianyi. Even if King Qing rebelled and attacked the palace decades ago, it was not like this."

An imperial guard said, yesterday I was on duty in the palace and vaguely heard from Long Tianshi that this time the enemy seemed to be a prefect in Jiangnan. Yesterday, he had issued an imperial edict to remove the prefect from his post. Also, it seems, that...

Another person said that a small prefect actually made this formation in the palace and would launch the Great Scare Formation to fight, which would be a bit of a big deal?

The imperial guard wanted to speak but stopped. Someone next to him said, Du Laoqi, why are you hesitating? Don’t hide it like those father-in-laws, and be happy to have something to say.

The man called Du Laoqi then realized that it seemed that the emperor had fallen in love with the prefect of the prefect, and now he was afraid that the man would lose his mind and would break into the capital.

That was the ancestor of the prefect burned high incense and was about to become an official and the title was just around the corner. Why did he even enter the capital? Could it be that his mind was so hard to get into the water? Moreover, a prefect really thinks that our 3,000 imperial guards are vegetarians? Is his martial arts very good?

Du Laoqidao is said to be a master of Zhixuan Realm.

The man laughed, "Zhixuan Realm?"

The man was about to speak loudly when he saw everyone's faces change drastically and he winked at him. When he turned around, he saw the imperial guards in silver armor standing behind him and quickly shut up.

The commander of the Imperial Guard snorted coldly. The man was about to kneel down, but a cold light flashed and his head fell to the ground. The commander of the Silver Armored Imperial Guard left a sentence, "The war is in progress, and the morale of the army is disrupted and he should die."

Wu Siliu took a few steps back secretly and looked out of the city gate, as if he had never heard of what was happening in front of him.

Ten miles away from the capital, the Meng Blacksmith Shop.

The owner of the blacksmith shop is in his forties or fifties, with a surname of Meng, and is from Yangzhou. He makes a living by scrambling iron. He originally had an industry in Yangzhou, but because he offended the high-ranking officials and officials, he abandoned his wife and hid in a small town outside the capital. He made some farm tools and shovels for the villagers on weekdays, and could make a living.

A scholar walked in with a dusty face and haggard face. The scholar came to the boss, his voice slightly hoarse, and he whispered, "I want to buy a sword."

Boss Meng asked, what to do when buying a sword?

The scholar says, kill people.

Boss Meng said, this guest official, the sword is a very evil weapon. I see that you are weak and have no power to tie a chicken. If you have any questions, you will be calm and unpredictable. There is no need to get into a stubborn position.

The scholar said, but I couldn't think about it.

Boss Meng sighed and took the scholar to the blacksmith shop, bypassed the farm tools, and came to the inner hall. He saw more than a dozen unbladed swords hanging in the hall.

The scholar was not picky and took a handful of hand. Boss Meng thought to himself that the scholar was too ignorant and the sword was extremely ordinary. He collected some broken copper and iron from the village, quenched it in the stove several times, and made it at will, and it was not worth anything at all.

Seeing that the scholar's face was full of vicissitudes, Boss Meng felt compassion and did not want to give it to him, so he deliberately raised the price and said, "This sword costs 45 taels of silver."

The scholar shook his head, I had no money.

Boss Meng said, I'm sorry, and this store will not be on credit.

The scholar raised his head and asked, "Do you have an enemy?" I can avenge you!"

Boss Meng was inspired by a scholar's words. In Yangzhou, he personally forged thirty swords, known as a sword master. But Cheng was targeted by his sword and his sword, resulting in the separation of his wife and children and the destruction of his family. Now he lives in a small town outside the capital.

Boss Meng said, my enemy is very good at martial arts, you are not an opponent.

The scholar said I could give it a try.

Boss Meng said, my enemy is now in the Imperial Palace in the capital, known as the thirty masters in the world, and his martial arts skills are connected to the Xiang Realm. Can you kill them?

He said this because he wanted the scholar to retreat in a difficult situation.

The scholar suddenly laughed and said that it happened to be the way. Thirty-seven Tongxiang masters, forty-five taels of silver, which is very cost-effective. Boss, I want this sword.

Boss Meng thought he was joking, but when he saw that he was determined, he said: This sword is not valuable. If you really want it, I have a few famous swords in my room, so why not give it to you.

The scholar said that it was not a god in the sky, a dragon in the deep sea, and a broken iron sword was enough. After that, the scholar bowed to the owner of the blacksmith shop.

Boss Meng asked, where are you going?

The scholar held the sword in his hand and said, "The Palace."

Boss Meng felt a flash in front of him, and the scholar disappeared out of thin air. He thought he had seen a ghost in the daytime, so he muttered a few words, returned to the store, and continued to make ironwork.

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