Chapter 478: Using strength to defeat cleverness

Chapter 478: Using strength to defeat cleverness

"I have heard that righteous men in ancient and modern times value their country, the people and the society. I have never heard of those who are accomplices to the tiger. The Tang Dynasty is in decline, and the wolf of heaven is looking south. Why? It is just one person's selfish desire. What are the people and the common people guilty of? The prime minister of the country, the hope of the society, just sits and watches. Why don't you retire and enjoy wealth and honor?"

Di Xiang closed his eyes, a short letter appeared in his mind, and the bowstring in his hand became tighter and tighter.

"Master, let me do it."

The secretary held his arm and said, "The Tang Dynasty can be without students, but it cannot be without mentors."

Prime Minister Di shook his head: "The Tang Dynasty can be without anyone, but it cannot be without backbone."

Di Xiang was an ordinary person. At this distance, not only could his bows and crossbows not reach Yelu Yan, but even if they did, they would not be able to kill him.

But once this arrow is released, hundreds or even thousands of arrows will follow and nail the five people below into hedgehogs.

If the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty kills the envoy of the Liao Kingdom without authorization, the two countries will inevitably go to war, and the Tang emperor's request to borrow troops will be in vain.

Similarly, given the current Tang Emperor’s temper, Prime Minister Di must die.

But the backbone of the Tang Dynasty had been broken by its own people. Now someone needed to stand up and tell all the Tang people that they had to connect their own bones.

Yelu Yan was getting closer and closer, and the number of assassins behind him was decreasing. As they got closer to the hunting ground, even if they killed Yelu Yan, they would not be able to escape unscathed, and no one dared to follow him.

Yelu Yan looked at the greenhouse on the hillside in the distance, where there seemed to be two figures standing.

Prime Minister Di invited him to come hunting, and then the road was full of assassins. If someone said that this matter had nothing to do with Prime Minister Di, no fool would believe it.

Did Prime Minister Di really dare to kill him? What would happen after he killed him? Would Tang and Liao go to war again?

The Tang Dynasty was already divided into pieces. If the Liao Kingdom put all its efforts into it, it could at least take one of Chang'an and Dongdu.

Does Prime Minister Di really want to bet the entire Tang Dynasty on his momentary impulse?

Di Xiang's hands became more and more tense, and he would shoot an arrow as long as Yelu Yan took a few more steps forward.

Then he saw that there seemed to be a gust of wind in the woods on one side, and the trees were shaking violently.

No, it wasn't the wind, because there was only one tree swaying.

Yelu Yan was closer, and although he did not see the trees shaking, he heard the sound.

The sound of something breaking.

A big tree was pulled up abruptly.

If there were a storytelling in later generations to narrate this episode, it would definitely be the scene where the masked guest uproots the weeping willow tree and Zhao Yushu teases Yelu Yan three times.

This was the third time Yelu Yan saw something falling towards him from the sky. Even though he had already gotten used to it, he couldn't help but let out a roar of anger and despair.

I have monks as guards, so there should be no problem. But when will this end?

However, the big tree in the sky was getting closer and closer, but no one came to take him away.

Yelu Yan wanted to move, but found that his hands and feet were no longer under his control.

In the woods, an extremely sharp murderous intent enveloped the five people.

The four Third Heaven cultivators truly experienced what it meant to be on edge. Facing Madam Xu who had unsheathed her sword, not to mention them, even Neijing had to temporarily avoid the attack.

So Prime Minister Di put down his bow and looked at Yelu Yan in confusion as he was hit by a huge tree that flew out of nowhere but did not dodge even a step.

"What's up with him?"

"Uh, Master, I think Yelu Yan might be, uh, frightened silly."

Prime Minister Di glanced at him and thought, if Yelu Yan was stupid, were the monks around him also stupid?

Zhao Yushu was very lucky. One tree hit three people. The remaining two were dumbfounded when they saw Yelu Yan spitting out several mouthfuls of blood with internal organs fragments.

The ambassador is dead, and so am I.

A figure emerged from the shadows in front of Yelu Yan and walked slowly towards him.

The two monks who were still intact reined in their horses and took two steps back, looking terrified.

Di Xiang narrowed his eyes and asked, "Whose people are they?"

"Not ours."

Hearing the student's answer, Di Xiang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master Yelu! Are you still alive?"

The assassin suddenly spoke in a loud voice, so loud that even Prime Minister Di, who was far away on the hill, could hear it.

Yelu Yan's consciousness was already blurry. He just felt that someone was calling him, and the voice seemed somewhat familiar.

Madam Xu's aura was still emanating, but it was not coming from Zhao Yushu who was walking over, but from the woods, where someone was helping the masked man in front of him to clear the way.

Kunwu held Madam Xu motionlessly, and all he had to do was stand there.

The two monks who were hit struggled to get up. They were also injured, but not seriously. With the combined strength of four monks, even a mortal would be dead.

But the four people retreated together following Zhao Yushu's footsteps.

Leaving Yelu Yan under the tree.

"The Imperial Master asked me to say hello to you!"

Zhao Yushu twirled his scimitar and walked in front of Yelu Yan, who could no longer see clearly, with a cold light flashing.

Prime Minister Di clenched his hands and watched Zhao Yushu holding a bloody head, turning around to face him, pointing his scimitar forward, making an extremely provocative gesture, as if mocking him, and then walked back to the woods slowly.

"Well, Master, who is this person?"

"Send someone down to capture those four guards."

"Ah? Here!"

Hundreds of cavalrymen rushed down the hillside and surrounded four monks and a corpse. Prime Minister Di let out a long sigh, with a smile on his face. This assassin came at the right time, and it seemed that he would not die.

The news of Yelu Yan's assassination immediately spread to Chang'an City.

The King of the Southern Court was furious and wanted to go to the palace to face the emperor on the spot. However, just as he sat up, he received an imperial decree from the palace, ordering him to go to the palace for confrontation.

A bad premonition arose in the mind of King Nanyuan.

Inside the Hanyuan Hall, Li Huan's face was livid. Kneeling below him were four cultivators whose cultivation had been taken away by the formation. They were Yelu Yan's guards.

Next to them, kneeling was the fifth prince of Liao, who was kicked away by the King of the South Courtyard after provoking the Imperial Garden last night.

Prime Minister Di sat on the chair given by Emperor Li Huan and closed his eyes to rest, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

The real murderer, Zhao Yushu, who killed Yelu Yan in public, did not return to the Ghost Market to hand over the case. Instead, he went directly back to the West Market. He found a Western Inn and stayed there with a round package on his back. He did not go out for a whole day and night.

The Ghost Market was in chaos. Among the twenty-five assassins, at least ten were confirmed to have been killed on the spot, and their followers were countless.

Those who had some connections knew that Yelu Yan had been killed. What was strange was that one thousand taels of silver after another were taken away by the assassins who had managed to survive, but no one had come to claim the one thousand taels of gold until now.

A caravan of merchants from the Western Regions left Mingde Gate and headed south. The caravan consisted of thirty camel carts. It was not big, but definitely not small.

Chang'an is about 1,500 miles away from Yizhou, the capital of Jiannan Road. At the speed of the caravan, if nothing unexpected happens, the caravan will reach Yizhou in more than a month, passing through Liangzhou, Lizhou and Mianzhou along the way.

The caravan walked about forty miles out of the city and began to set up camp. The first night fell.

The moonlight was very good, and under the bright moon, a shadow flashed by.

The great formation of Chang'an City seemed to have caught a trace of fluctuations in spiritual energy, but just as it sounded the alarm, nothing was found.

Hei Ye just issued a task and rubbed his brows. The situation has been extremely tense recently. The people above are trying like crazy to find out who killed Yelu Yan, forcing the King of Ghost Market to take action personally, and only then was the matter barely settled.

With a bang, Hei Ye jumped up with a start. Before the tall Kunlun slave beside him could react, a scimitar was already placed on his neck.

And on the table in front of Hei Ye, a round Liao man's head rolled down.

"One thousand taels of gold and forty brave men, are you ready?"