738 Come and Figh (2/2)
Another carriage was shot like a scarecrow.
A carriage had countless holes poked through it by spears, spouting out black blood.
No one could have predicted this kind of situation, including Ye Hongyu. Before she was even able to react, the three Divine Talisman Masters had been killed by the Tangs in a short time.
Only one Divine Talisman Master was saved by the strongest sword in the world.
The assassinations, or more precisely, the rebellion, was stifled before long.
Blood had dyed the wilderness red and most of the bodies belonged to the Tang.
Ye Hongyu looked so angry.
The Great Divine Priest of Revelation wore a complicated expression. Looking at the people at the entrance of the gorge, he said, ”What a surprise!”
Even though hundreds of Tang people were killed, the Second Brother remained peaceful and said without any hesitation, ”For thousands of years, you have sent countless spies to the Tang and so have we.”
The Great Divine Priest of Revelation said, ”These people belonged to the Imperial Center Administration, Secret Guard Agency, and Southern Gate Temple and they didn't know each other. How did you contact them in advance and arrange this attack?”
The Second Brother said, ”I didn't need to contact them and organize it. They all knew who they were and what they should do. They knew this war would be a key to the Tang Empire.
”I said 'fight'.
”And they fought.
”They, like this Verdant Canyon, were the accumulation of over a thousand years.
”Their deaths were exchanged for 20,000 cavalrymen as well as three Divine Talisman Masters. That's worthy.
”They did die, but their deaths are worth it.”
His words were just like the assassinations—tough, cold, and spectacular.
”Now, the situation is simple. If you want to pass through the Verdant Canyon, you must beat me,” he said while he opened his arms.
The Seventh Sister walked behind him and took off his outer coat, revealing his close-fitting clothes.
Beigong Weiyang, carrying his qin, and Ximen Buhuo, holding his vertical bamboo flute, went to the side of the Second Brother and helped him put on some heavy armor.
Looking at the complicated lines in the Sandtable, the Fourth Brother said, ”Senior Brother, you might die.”
The Second Brother did not change his expression as he said, ”Everyone inevitably dies.”
Then, the lines changed and the Fourth Brother said, ”Maybe not.”
Carrying the Second Brother's coat, the Seventh Sister stared at him and said, ”Senior Brother is wearing the best armor that you've ever made. How can he die?”
The Fourth Brother became sad and said, ”Xu Shi had worn the armor made by Sixth Brother and me...”
The Seventh Sister became angry. ”Can't you say something good?”
The Fourth Brother calmly replied, ”Heaven told me so.” To which the Seventh Sister asked, ”You still believe in heaven?”
The Fourth Brother paused and then smiled, wiping the lines from the Sandtable.
The Sixth Brother ensured that the details of the Second Brother's armor were in order.
Looking at Beigong Weiyang, Ximen Buhuo said, ”Senior Brother, why do we have to exchange our musical instruments, seeing as how I usually play the qin while you play the vertical bamboo flute?”
Beigong Weiyang said, ”The qin is sacred and I am your elder, so I should play it.”
Ximen Buhuo sighed and began to play the flute. Sad music began to ring out.
The Seventh Sister really became angry this time. She yelled, ”Who is the funeral music for?”
Ximen Buhuo suddenly changed his expression and then quickly changed the song.
Sitting on the ground, Beigong Weiyang began to play the qin.
Melodious music emanated, sounding calm and peaceful.
While this music played, the armored Second Brother walked forward with great courage.
Holding an iron sword in his hand, he pointed at the hundreds of thousands of enemies to the south and shouted, ”Come and fight!”