Wang Yi has never fully understood the saying that when the moon is dark and the wind is high, people are killing people and setting fires.

But at this time, I should sincerely admire the sage who said this.

Wang Yi and Ma Shun walked from the carriage to the street. They were surrounded by darkness and there was no one alive.

It was silent, except for the breathing of the people present and the shouting of the horses.

The birds flew away and fled into the sky.

People stand, waiting to die.

The cool breeze blows through every corner of the street, and also blows through everyone's heart.

"What a good ambush." ​​Ma Shun took a look at the surrounding scene and dared to set up an ambush on the Jin Yiwei's way back. These people are really courageous.

"How are you? Are you scared?" Ma Shun turned his head and asked Wang Yi, who was also staring ahead.

"I have seen scenes bigger than this in Youzhou back then," Wang Yi said calmly, "I just didn't know how brutal the battle between practitioners would be."

Wang Yi smiled slightly at Ma Shun.

It was really ugly. Ma Shun originally thought that Wang Yi would be scared to death, but he didn't expect that this kid was pretty good.

That's right, this is the case even if you were born in Youzhou.

“What you can’t see”

Ding

Ma Shun took out a steel knife and threw it to Wang Yi: "Take it, can I use it?"

Wang Yi stretched out his hand to catch the steel knife and looked down at it: "It's a good knife. I mean I can't fight, but I can kill people. I've been able to do it since I was seven years old."

The sword is a good sword, but I don’t think I have seen it before. I, Wang Yi, grew up in Youzhou. Are there any weapons that I haven’t seen before?

Wang Yi slowly stroked the steel knife and observed the blade. Suddenly he found the word "Xiuchun" engraved on the blade. Wang Yi frowned, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly raised his head and looked at Ma

Shun.

"Could it be?"

Ma Shun also found a knife for himself and was wiping it constantly. "Yes, it's an embroidered spring knife."

Wang Yi heard about the Xiuchundao when he was in Youzhou. As a symbol of imperial power, it was awarded to Jinyiwei and became the exclusive sword of Jinyiwei. However, even Jinyiwei only had a few such swords and they were kept as treasures.

Jinyiwei was carried by Ma Shun today.

"Do you know what is the first rule under the curfew in Chang'an City?"

Ma Shun's words diverted Wang Yi's attention from Xiuchundao.

Wang Yi frowned, indicating that he didn't know.

Ma Shun picked up the big knife and took a step forward.

"After the curfew, the circulation of stars is prohibited. In other words, practitioners are prohibited from fighting."

"This right was originally in the hands of the City Patrol Department, but now that our Jinyiwei are back, we also have the right to enforce or terminate it, but we cannot do so."

"Because the other party also has great practitioners." Wang Yi said looking at Ma Shun who was ready to fight.

"Yes, a character who is more ruthless than me."

Ma Shun shouted to the open space in front of him

"Jinyiwei is doing business, no strangers are allowed in."

Black clouds floated across the sky, heavy as if they were about to fall, and accompanied by the gloomy dusk, it was very depressing.

The yellow flying fish suits worn by everyone formed a sharp contrast with the late night.

There was no sound from the front, and no one answered Ma Shun's words.

Wang Yi frowned and thought about it, feeling vaguely uneasy in his heart.

Jin Yiwei has just regained his status. Although the court documents have not been officially issued, this is an indisputable fact in the hearts of every wealthy and prominent family in Chang'an.

Similarly, no one who has experienced the Taizong period wants to watch Jin Yiwei's "rebirth"

”.

Or to be precise, none of those famous nobles hope that the current Emperor Ming will restore the status of Jinyiwei.

The whole world is an enemy.

When people see that yellow Feiyu suit appearing in a corner of Chang'an City one day, they will remember that the behemoth that once fell into the abyss has awakened and is showing its fangs, showing its power to the world.

So since someone can restore Jin Yiwei's status, similarly, those people who stand high in Chang'an City will have their own ways to make you Jin Yiwei bow down.

Today is a good example.

Jin Yiwei's first mission is so good that it cannot prevent your return. So, today we will make your reputation plummet.

The two sides slowly came to a stalemate. Wang Yi and the others did not dare to take action. They did not know who the people on the other side were, how many people they had, and what weapons they had, so they could only be more vigilant.

As a powerful man in Chang'an City, Yang's Mansion is located on the east side of Chang'an Imperial City. Yang Zhao's mansion is quite magnificent. Yang's Mansion occupies half of the street on the east side of Chang'an Street. In the courtyard, there are mottled trees. The most conspicuous thing is

There are several towering trees, their branches falling into the crystal clear stream next to them. In the distance, several black beasts are playing, running, or chasing under the moonlight.

The Yang Mansion was unusually quiet tonight. The reason was that Yang Zhao came back and took the initiative to disperse all the servants who were near his study. The atmosphere was very depressing.

The moonlight shone on Yang Zhao, who was sitting in the study, with a map of Chang'an City behind him.

In the corridor of the courtyard, a haggard old man hurried to Yang's study room with the letter he had just received to meet the master of his family who had just returned from outside.

The old man walked through the courtyard, crossed the small bridge, and finally came to the outside of the study.

"Master, we've found out." Standing outside the study, the old man greeted Yang Zhao respectfully in the study.

Yang Zhao sat on the Taishi chair made of huanghuali wood, stretched out one of his hands, and practiced calligraphy on a piece of rice paper just sent from Yangzhou.

As a Tanhualang in the Tai'an period, naturally his writing skills are not bad. In the study, as Yang Zhao wrote, an invisible wind began to sound, slowly getting louder and louder. When Yang Zhao put down the wolf hair in his hand,

The pen actually made the rice paper fly.

The old man knew that his master was in a very bad mood.

"Say." Yang Zhao said while admiring the masterpiece he had just completed.

"Today, the person Jinyiwei arrested was a market scoundrel. After injuring someone, he fled into Jiming Temple, but..." the old man paused for a moment.

"Huh?" Yang Zhao put down the work in his hand, opened the door, and looked at the uneasy housekeeper standing outside the study. He stretched out his hand, took the letter in his hand, and started reading.

Time passed little by little, Yang Zhao read the letter without saying a word, and a little sweat began to appear on the old man's face.

"Interesting, my people?" Yang Zhao was the first to speak up, reading the contents of the letter and laughing.

"Old Zhang, tell us to go down. The secret guards will be dispatched to intercept and kill everyone." Yang Zhao raised his right hand and slowly placed it on his right hand. The starlight condensed and formed a flame. The letter was put into the flame and burned.

"By the way, I want that child to live." After Yang Zhao burned the letter, he touched his beard and walked back to the study, looking at the map of Chang'an City behind him.

"Yes, Master." The old man immediately activated the magic formula, and the stars on his body gathered together and flew to a corner of the Yang Mansion.

After receiving the order, countless figures began to gather in a corner of the Yang Mansion. Then a back door was opened, and figures began to fly out.

, merged into Chang'an City late at night.

"Tell me why so many people are against me."

How could the old man dare to guess what his master was thinking? He hurriedly lowered his head and said, "I don't know."

Yang Zhao looked at the butler with his head lowered out of the corner of his eye and smiled to himself. It was really time for a new butler.

"Is it worth my while to take action against a boy who has just gained fame? He is just a person who has not yet practiced cultivation, so he is not worth mentioning. But I think that my Yang family has been officials for generations, and no one except me has been admitted to the academy.

None, it’s just one of them. But, who made him come from Youzhou? There’s no way, sir, what I hate the most in my life are the people of Youzhou, and that’s the second one.”

Yang Zhao turned around and looked at his butler and asked, "What about the third one?"

The old man tentatively replied: "Is it because of Prince Yan?"

"Haha, yes, King Yan rejected His Majesty's proposal to change the capital in the court hall a few days ago. So as your Majesty's dog, I should go and see what King Yan thinks." Yang Zhao

Perhaps because of his butler's answer, he was in a good mood and actually laughed out loud.

It seems that this housekeeper is of some use.

Yang Zhao continued: "After all, this is Chang'an City, not our Luoyang."

In other words, this is the territory of King Yan, and everything must be tested.

"But King Yan didn't do anything. He just advised His Majesty to restore the status of Jinyiwei. This was proposed by King Yan a few years ago." The old man was a little confused.

"Yes, but it was just talk in the past, but it is different now. The document written by King Yan himself, in conjunction with the appointment of the Ministry of Personnel, the boy named Wang Yi has become the key to starting the Jinyiwei Prison."

Yang Zhao kept searching for something on the map with his fingers: "Today, the Jin Yiwei are just telling the world that they are back."

"Everyone knows that Jin Yiwei is a ferocious tiger that has been dormant for many years. But what lethality can a tiger that has just been released from the cage have?"

"What's more, in Chang'an City, I'm not the only one who wants to cause trouble for Jin Yiwei."

Yang Zhao smiled as he spoke. I found it, Ziwu Lane is really a good name.

Yang Zhao then looked at a street not far from Ziwu Lane, which is the only way Wang Yi and others must pass when they come back. It's a pity that you guys can't go back.
To be continued...