Xuanxia

Chapter 817 Capture the rebel!

Luoyi, the government office.

Wen Renjun, the prefect, slowly regained consciousness. He got up from the ground in a daze, his head buzzing with pain.

At a glance, there were yamen runners and civilians lying on the ground all around. They looked like wheat cut by a sickle, all falling in one direction, with their eyes closed and motionless.

Wen Renjun was shocked, and his first reaction was that everyone here was dead!
But soon, he discovered that the chests of those who fell were still rising and falling. They were just unconscious, not dead.

"call……"

Wen Renjun breathed a sigh of relief.

fine……

If countless people died under his rule, he would be finished.

Perhaps it was because he always had something on his mind, so he was the first to wake up even though he had no spiritual practice.

But soon, his heart was hanging again.

He vaguely remembered what happened before he fell into a coma.

At that time... there seemed to be bursts of strange Buddhist chanting in the sky. Everyone who heard the chanting began to feel blood boiling, and I was no exception.

He was a little surprised at the time, but before he could do anything, or even plug his ears, his consciousness was filled with thick blood and he could no longer control his thoughts...

Then, there seemed to be a strong gust of wind...

I can’t remember what happened after that.

Wen Renjun rubbed his aching temple and looked over the government wall to the sky in the direction of Xuanmeng.

At this time, there was no sound of fighting and it was extremely quiet.

ended?
Who's winning? !

Wen Renjun's heart tightened and he shuddered. He immediately realized that he couldn't just sit there and watch.

If Lord Fu wins, now is the best time to take credit!
If the other side really wins... the fight is so intense, maybe I can even gain the advantage!

Never mind, let’s see what happens!

He suddenly jumped up and pushed the Luoyi garrison commander beside him: "General Huang! General Huang! Wake up!"

Garrison troops, constables, and yamen runners.

Wen Renjun quickly woke them up one by one and led them towards the direction of Xuanmeng. Along the way, whenever he met unconscious guards and yamen runners, he woke them up and took them along.

As for those people, I don’t have time to take care of them for the time being.

They walked through the streets and alleys like this, and when they arrived near Xuanmeng, Wen Renjun also rode on a tall horse, followed by the generals of the Luoyi garrison, and hundreds of soldiers followed behind him, which was quite spectacular.

"Sir, look!"

When turning a corner, General Huang was startled and exclaimed, pointing forward.

In fact, Wen Renjun saw it without him saying anything.

He widened his eyes and looked at the huge sword mark.

The terrifying sword mark that spread from the Xuan League not only split the street in two, but also destroyed countless houses and small buildings. It was as if a meteorite from outer space was falling and dragging all the way. They felt a chill in their hearts just by looking at it.

"What a terrifying power this must be..." Wen Renjun's face turned pale.

At this time, someone behind him called out, "Prefect, there are a lot of traces of carriage wheels here, with some blood on them, heading towards the northwest gate!"

Prefect Wen turned his head.

indeed.

Although the huge sword mark had collapsed the gate of Xuanmeng and most of the courtyard wall, it could still be seen that countless wheel marks came out from the direction of Xuanmeng and went along the street towards the northwest city gate.

"Oh no! Judging from the situation, it couldn't have been over for a long time! Has the winner already carried away the dead and wounded?!"

Wen Renjun was shocked: "If Master Fu wins, how could he not come to me? No... Even if the other party wins, they won't ignore us, right?"

After a brief thought, he gritted his teeth and waved his hand: "Send a few people to follow the wheel tracks to see what's going on! Don't rush in, report immediately if there's anything wrong! Others... follow me into Xuanmeng!"

Soon, a captain of the police came out, answered the call, and led a few constables, running quickly along the street.

The rest of the people, following Wen Renjun, stepped onto the ravine left by the huge sword mark with trepidation and headed towards Xuanmeng.

Wen Renjun, who was walking in front, was naturally the first person to see Xuan Meng's embarrassed appearance.

In fact, he had been mentally prepared since he saw the sword mark.

But the degree of exaggeration of Xuan Meng at this time still exceeded his imagination!

ruins.

Everywhere you look, there are ruins.

There were deep pits, gullies, and all the buildings that could be seen had collapsed without exception. More importantly, countless people were lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were dead or alive. Broken limbs and bodies were everywhere, and blood was also spilled everywhere. The blood was mixed with mud and sand, and because it rained in the middle of the journey, it all turned into mud. It was extremely disgusting at first glance, and the air was filled with a strong fishy smell.

"vomit……"

Some yamen runners who had never seen the world had already started to retch.

Wen Renjun's face was also extremely pale and ugly, but he absolutely could not fall down at the moment. Even though his stomach was churning, he still forced himself to swallow the nausea.

"quick!"

He waved his hand vigorously: "Search! Turn out all the living and dead people! Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!"

At the moment, he has no ability to judge who are his own people. The only way to judge is... when he sees these people from his yamen, and sees how they resist, they are definitely not his own people!

The garrison troops, constables, and bailiffs all took action.

But before they could really start digging through the rubble, a violent coughing sound came from a ruin not far away!

Not only that, the ruins were also shaking, and it looked like someone was about to crawl out of it.

Including Wen Renjun, everyone immediately became nervous and subconsciously pointed their weapons in that direction.

Soon, a hand pulled apart the broken wooden boards and bricks, and supported the body to climb out.

His hair was disheveled and his face was unclear, and his clothes were naturally dirty and covered with dust and dried blood, but... you could tell that it was the noble bright yellow color.

Wen Renjun's pupils shrank.

"Is it... Magistrate Wen?"

The man who crawled out of the ruins coughed a few more times and said slowly: "Come, help me."

The king?

It’s King Xishuo!

Wen Renjun's heart skipped a beat.

Of course he didn't know that King Xishuo had already rebelled.

But he has always known that King Xishuo has a good relationship with the three major families of Yuan, Lan and Hong.

From Fu Qingzhou, Wen Renjun knew long ago that it was almost obvious that there were traitors in the Yuan and Lan families!

But after a moment's silence, he jumped off his horse, called a few guards, and followed him to climb up the hill-like ruins and walked towards King Xishuo.

King Xishuo was seriously injured and had many wounds on his body. Most importantly, his legs were stuck in the rubble and could not be pulled out, so he needed help.

Wen Renjun didn't ask too many questions and asked the guards for help. After a long time of hard work, prying and moving, they finally managed to get King Xishuo out.

"Your Majesty."

Wen Renjun carefully helped King Xishuo up: "Are you okay?"

"Okay... not bad."

King Xishuo swept his eyes across the scene. The fatigue in his eyes could not be erased, but there was also some doubt and confusion in them.

He was blown unconscious by the strong wind... He had no idea what happened afterwards.

He didn't know how many of the people he brought with him died or survived. He didn't know where his son had gone, and he didn't know where Fu Qingzhou had gone...

But soon, reason and calmness returned to his eyes.

So, King Xishuo looked at Wen Renjun and said in a deep voice: "Prefect Wen, the situation is critical right now, so I will save you a lot of nonsense... You need to do something."

"what?"

Wen Renjun's heart skipped a beat.

King Xishuo said slowly, word by word: "Immediately inform the whole nation to arrest the traitor Fu Qingzhou and his followers!"

A thunderclap exploded in Wen Renjun's mind, making him dizzy instantly!
He subconsciously looked around, as if trying to seek help.

But then he saw several people standing up from the ruins.

Yuan Zizheng slowly stood up holding the sword of benevolence - he was seriously injured, but he still stood up. The second-rank court official bowed in the direction of King Xishuo the moment he stood up.

Wen Renjun felt like his breath was freezing.

Then, he saw Ning Wuwang struggle against the bricks and tiles covering his body, and he also stood up and bowed to King Xishuo.

And there was Lan Xiyu holding the Sword of Wisdom... Wen Renjun didn't recognize her, but that didn't matter anymore.

Just when he was confused and at a loss, he heard King Xishuo whisper in his ear: "Oh, by the way... Prefect Wen, there is one more thing."

"Open the city gates and welcome my Thousand Years Army."

(End of this chapter)