NABC Chapter 67 Excuse me, let me pass.
Chapter 67 Excuse me, let me pass.
As the capital of the Liang Dynasty, Ning'an City was connected to all major cities by a wide official road, and Chu Xiang was no exception.
To save time, Sheng Wansong skipped the scenery along the way, found a post station, and rented a carriage that went directly to Ning'an City.
Glug glug, glug glug.
The wheels rolled over the smooth official road, and the carriage sped along the main road without any bumps.
When the carriage arrived at a city, it would stop at a post station to unload the tired horses and harness the new, resting horses.
They galloped back and forth, repeating the cycle to achieve the fastest possible progress.
After traveling day and night for about half a month, they finally arrived at Ning'an City.
Summer is gradually passing, and Ning'an, located in the north, has a dry and cool climate, with pedestrians already wearing thicker clothes.
Ning'an City has a completely different style compared to Gusu.
Suzhou's prosperity is gentle and graceful, bathed in mist and rain, while Ning'an City is characterized by its solemnity and grandeur.
Before even entering the city, a magnificent city gate tower stood before us, its vermilion gate inlaid with gilded copper nails, and its doors so thick they could withstand a thousand troops.
On the city gate tower, archers were stationed every five meters, with arrows nocked and guarding all directions.
The people entering the capital city did not yet show signs of distress or unease, indicating that they were living a good life.
"It seems we are not too late."
Sheng Wansong was the first to get off the bus.
He immediately turned around and reached out his hand to Shangguan Hong, who was about to get off the carriage.
Shangguan Hong was taken aback at first, then smiled and extended her hand, landing lightly with the help of Sheng Wansong.
After Shangguan Hong landed, Sheng Wansong reached out his hand to Ouyang Xue again.
But perhaps out of habit, she grasped Sheng Wansong's hand the moment he reached out.
She only realized what was happening after getting off the carriage, and her cheeks flushed slightly.
She's still so easily embarrassed.
When it was An Lan's turn last.
Sheng Wansong grabbed her waist and lifted her off the carriage.
The capital city of a country is heavily guarded, and one must present a travel permit to enter the city.
The four of them had already made preparations, so there was no need to worry.
They were not gossipy people and ignored those who could enter the city without a permit.
Upon entering the city, we soon encountered a congested section of road.
Several horse-drawn carriages stopped in the middle of the road, looking helplessly ahead.
A large crowd had gathered in front of them, eagerly peering out to see what was happening.
People had to detour around the traffic from both sides, causing traffic congestion.
Sheng Wansong parted the crowd and led the three girls to the front, where he discovered the crux of the problem.
The culprits were two martial arts practitioners dressed as chivalrous heroes who stood in the middle of the road.
They were more than ten meters apart, one holding a sword and the other with his hands behind his back.
These two people brazenly blocked traffic in broad daylight, oblivious to everyone else.
The people were intimidated by their imposing presence and dared not approach them, so they had to take a detour.
Sheng Wansong also caught a glimpse of a constable hiding in the crowd, observing the situation.
He asked the elderly man with a cane beside him, "Grandpa, who are these two people?"
"I don't know, but he looks like a chivalrous knight-errant."
A chivalrous knight-errant?
Sheng Wansong looked at the merchants who were getting impatient because they were blocked from getting to the market, and thought that these two were not chivalrous.
At this moment, the man with his hands behind his back spoke up, "Brother Zhang, it's been several years. I wonder if your sword is still sharp?"
The swordsman lowered his eyes and replied in a low voice, "My sword is never pointed at the weak."
"Wang Xiao, you are no longer worthy of my drawing of my sword."
"Because you no longer have the chance to draw your sword before me."
What are you muttering about? You have no sense of public decency.
Sheng Wansong shook his head, stepped out of the crowd, and walked towards the swordsman.
As Wang Xiao was speaking, he suddenly saw someone walk out from the crowd and frowned, wanting to warn the swordsman that there was someone behind him.
Suddenly, he lost his balance and flew diagonally toward the rooftops by the roadside.
Wang Xiao was terrified and turned around in alarm.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
The person who had just stepped out of the crowd had somehow moved behind their original position and continued walking forward.
Only then did I hear the sound of someone slowing down.
Excuse me, please let me through.
As he twirled in the air, he caught a glimpse of the swordsman surnamed Zhang flying in sync with him.
The two were thrown into the air by the same person at the same time, so much so that they flew at the same height.
They twirled dozens of times in the air like acrobats, then disappeared after flying past the houses on both sides.
Realizing there was no more entertainment to watch, the crowd dispersed, chatting animatedly about what had just transpired.
The guess is that this young hero who made the move is some kind of extraordinary figure.
The three who knew quickly caught up with Sheng Wansong.
Shangguan Hong exclaimed in surprise, "Young Master Sheng, I have heard of Zhang Xiao, the Pine Forest Swordsman. His Pine Forest Sword Technique can be used in the dense forest and avoid all obstacles. He has been famous in the martial arts world for a long time."
"I didn't expect you to be no match for me, young hero."
Ok?
Unexpectedly, the small pebble that I kicked away was not an NPC on the roadside, but a person with a name.
Sheng Wansong casually remarked, "Whether they are famous or not is not important; their mistake lies in interfering with the lives of ordinary people."
Ouyang Xue wholeheartedly agreed, "That's absolutely right."
Shangguan Hong had been in the martial arts world for a long time and had seen all sorts of people.
"There are many martial artists in the martial arts world who are arrogant and disregard everything outside the martial arts world."
"Ordinary people are no different from roadside weeds in their eyes."
While we were chatting, someone suddenly shouted loudly from the roadside.
"The market is going to be lively!"
"Hundreds of people are going to be beheaded!"
In ancient times, entertainment options were scarce, so upon hearing this, a large crowd immediately surged forward.
Some shop owners even closed their stores and excitedly squeezed into the crowd.
Sheng Wansong and the others exchanged glances and followed the flow of people.
As they reached the corner of the main street of Ning'an City, the surrounding noise suddenly subsided. Ahead was a makeshift execution platform, and sure enough, there were hundreds of people kneeling on it with white cloth stuffed in their mouths.
These people looked haggard, and many scars from torture could be seen on their prison uniforms.
Behind each person to be beheaded stood a burly man wielding a knife.
Judging from their eyes and movements, apart from a few professional butchers, the rest should be officers and soldiers temporarily transferred.
"Tsk tsk, the entire Ji family is indeed all up there."
"How many Grand Tutors are there now?"
"This is the sixth one, I guess."
The executioner, bored, flipped through the case file in his hand. Before noon, he yawned, tossed down a command token, and lazily said, "Execute."
At a single command, a hundred heads fell to the ground, blood gushed into the sky, turning the heavens crimson.
A strong stench of blood wafted through the air.
Among the onlookers, some sat down in terror, some cheered excitedly, and some even dipped white steamed buns in the splattered blood.
Ouyang Xue's face turned deathly pale, her stomach churning, unable to bear such a bloody scene.
She was a flower in a greenhouse and had never seen such a cruel scene.
Just as she was about to vomit, a hand covered her eyes, and at the same time, a warm current flowed in, making her feel much better.
"Let's go."
The four of them turned and left, and no one spoke again until they found an inn to stay in.