A Visit Heralded by a Sword's Cry, a Wall Worn as a Cloak

Guanlin Hall.

Zhang Yi's men were carrying the men who had just been killed to the base of the wall and arranging them side by side.

Some people noticed that the blood from the wounds on these corpses had faded.

They glanced in the direction of the main hall, their eyes filled with fear and resentment, and quickly lowered their heads.

Fortunately, the body hadn't turned to dust yet.

It's still more dignified than those Song-Pacifying Army soldiers who were killed before.

Zhang Yi sat on the threshold, pinching the bridge of his nose with his left hand and relaxing his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the bloodshot eyes had disappeared.

"The Origin Canon Zhao Yun using pistols and rifles, but never a spear!"

Zhang Yi's voice was deep and cold, "He's unwilling to properly hone his martial arts skills; judging from his understanding, his mastery isn't even that high."

"That's all I can do to catch them off guard and gain a slight advantage. If it really comes to a fight to the death, I will definitely kill them!"

He is usually not very talkative and doesn't like to retaliate or make threats after setbacks.

But today, he suffered a severe setback.

The adjutant's "betrayal"... And that bastard actually risked coming back to rescue Adjutant Yang.

On what grounds? Didn't you say you didn't know each other?

Even if they knew each other before, the time they spent together in the past few years was nowhere near as long as the time Adjutant Yang, had spent with Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi thought to himself that no matter how he treated others, at least he had a sense of loyalty and deep friendship with his brothers.

But if one day Cao Shaolin wanted to kill Adjutant Yang, would he dare to do it and rescue him?

The more he thought about it, the gloomier his face became.

"Lord Yuanli."

With his back to the hall, Zhang Yi said, "Why hasn't that Fire Ghost returned yet?"

"Do you have anything that can indicate the location of the Fire Ghost so I can chase after it and help?"

Lord Yuanli still pointed at Cao Shaolin with his left hand, and raised his right hand to look at the red rope in his palm.

That was the rope he originally used to tie his jade pendant.

At this moment, the rope suddenly burst into flames from the end, burning very slowly.

"The Fire Ghost has been suppressed."

Lord Yuanli's smile vanished completely. "Just now, we clearly had the upper hand, and we were almost able to catch up and succeed several times."

"In the blink of an eye, they were suppressed instead!"

The old, blond-haired Daoist priest narrowed his eyes and said, "Since that man surnamed Yang is a spy, the information he provides is probably not credible."

Zhang Yi stood up and said, "You mean, the experts they sent to capture Sima Yi Origin Canon never returned to Bashu?"

"Was that person just one of them?"

Lord Yuanli nodded.

I've heard that Commander Liu of the Song-Pacifying Army is quite capable.

However, the Han Prefecture showed no reaction whatsoever to the presence of such a skilled expert in Luoyang, and even allowed its subordinates to waste their time in Guanlin.

This idiot, isn't he afraid that one day he'll wake up and find his head has vanished?

No.

Lord Yuanli's eyes flashed: Perhaps, Liu Xueya has already become one of them.

Zhang Yi also thought of this.

"This is bad. The number of their experts is unpredictable. What if they send a large force to besiege us, unleashing machine guns and artillery to raze this place to the ground? We'll be in real trouble then."

Zhang Yi said, "Could we suspend this ceremony and try another approach in the future?"

Lord Yuanli glanced at him.

Finding another way? That's easier said than done.

Is it possible to find another method to easily replace the means of stealing the Dragon Vein Original Scripture scriptures?

Stealing Guan Yu Origin Canon was the first step in creating an anomaly; if this attempt is abandoned halfway, it will disturb the Dragon Vein...

Lord Yuanli said in a deep voice, "According to the Western clock, it will be ready in five more minutes."

"They definitely don't have time to mobilize a large force. Even for experts, it might not be enough time to get here from the city."

"Moreover, if we leave now, there's no guarantee we won't be tracked. After the young marshal succeeds, we'll have another expert, making our retreat more secure."

There was a hint of hesitation in Zhang Yi's eyes.

"Colonel, if I succeed in this first step of the anomaly, I can naturally steal the second Origin Canon."

Lord Yuanli said gently, "You have already mastered your own Origin Canon quite well. Have you ever thought about mastering another Origin Canon?"

Zhang Yi's eyes were sharp, and his hand was already gripping the gun barrel tightly.

The Origin Canon he obtained was by Zhang Xiu.

Historically, Zhang Xiu surrendered and then rebelled again, leading to the deaths of Cao Cao's son, nephew, and fierce generals.

However, Zhang Xiu later surrendered to Cao Cao again, and the two sides became related by marriage, and Zhang Xiu was highly valued by Cao Cao.

Zhang Yi was initially unaware of how he had obtained this Origin Canon, and felt deeply uneasy when others discovered it.

However, Cao Bokun, upon learning of this, did not mind at all. He took him away and kept him by his side for two months before sending him back to the capital to show his trust.

Before parting, Lord Cao also asked him to take good care of Cao Shaolin.

Seeing Cao Ying Cao Bokun's attitude, Cao Ying valued Zhang Yi even more.

However, Zhang Yi himself still had some worries. If he could obtain the second Origin Canon, he would have more confidence.

"Brothers!"

Zhang Yi looked out the door, "In this chaotic world, misery is everywhere, but under Lord Cao's command, we eat and drink well, ride fast horses and wield long spears, Zongheng."

"Even in the face of danger, their merits will be most evident."

"I'll lead the charge today. Let's fight this battle again. If we can escape, the reward of silver dollars or even gold is ours."

"By then, whether you still want to serve in the military or not, you'll have a happy life ahead of you."

Zhang Yi suddenly reached into his pocket, pulled out a handful of silver dollars, and threw them on the ground.

"This was a reward from Lord Cao for my last meritorious service. You brothers should all know how much money I've spent taking you all to have fun in the capital these past few days, and yet I still have this much left."

"Just think about it yourselves, how substantial is Lord Cao's reward!"

The sound of the ocean falling to the ground is completely different from that of copper coins or iron sheets.

It was a pleasant sound with a lingering aftertaste.

Zhang Yi's men, who had been staring at the silver dollars, regained their murderous intent when they looked up again.

They all gathered around the main hall, raised their guns, and each took charge of a different direction.

The finger on the trigger was already pressing down slightly, until the skin turned white.

With just a little more force, the bullet will be launched.

The lingering echoes of the ocean faded slowly from their ears, then gradually became clearer.

Chant!!

No, those oceans are now lying quietly on the stone bricks.

What now resounds in their ears is not the sound of the ocean, but the cry of swords.

The sword's cry came from the outside world, and at first glance, it seemed to be far beyond the limits of one's hearing.

Listening again, it seemed as if we had arrived at the temple gate.

The section of rope in Lord Yuanli's hand, which was still partially burned, began to writhe like a living snake, and his expression became solemn.

The rope represents the Fire Ghost's struggle; the more obvious the struggle, the closer the sword's cry.

That person actually suppressed and wore down the Fire Ghost while Chucheng and heading to Guanlin.

Zhang Yi's cheeks were taut, his eyes wide, and he slightly twisted the gun barrel in his hand.

Everyone pointed their guns at the doorway.

The sky was already dark, but it seemed as if another layer of shadow was spreading in from outside.

The pupils of Zhang Yi's men trembled involuntarily, as if a small stream in their minds had suddenly turned into a turbulent torrent.

They were flustered and confused, completely losing their bearings and not knowing what they were doing.

The screen wall by the entrance suddenly trembled.

The entire stone wall suddenly became covered with cracks on every brick, crumbling and disintegrating like sand and powder.

It was as if someone was pulling on a huge gray-white cloak.

All the powder was violently pulled and spun around.

Zhang Yi never imagined that he would face such a scene.

They neither scaled the high wall nor crashed into it.

The enemy covered themselves with that wall!

A column of grayish-white sand and gravel hurtled towards us with a deafening roar.

(End of this chapter)