strictlysupreme Chapter 1227: Love between men and women, but the hero’s breath is short
Chapter 1227: Love between men and women, but the hero’s breath is short
Chapter 1227: Love between men and women, but the hero’s breath is short
Too many people died in Chang'an City, so Yun Jin and Li Si's marriage had to be postponed.
During breakfast in the morning, Li Si was eating in silence, obviously unhappy. Yun Jin put her mouth close to her ear and said something, and Li Si became happy again.
Yu Xiurong looked at Yun Chu and said softly, "Husband, there are many people visiting our house these days."
Yun Chu sighed, put down his chopsticks and said, "Tell them that it's over."
Yu Xiurong and Yun Chu have been married for many years. When she saw that her husband's expression was not right, she knew it was too early to say that the matter was over. However, in order to appease the chaotic people in Chang'an, she had to say this.
Ever since Yun Luan followed a group of doctors to examine the woman's ulcerated skin, his enthusiasm for food has decreased by several levels.
Especially things like meat, he is no longer willing to eat them.
For this reason, his originally round figure has gradually become better in appearance. In addition, he seems to be growing taller during this period and has a more obvious neck.
"Restrain the Pei family and the Xue family."
Yun Chu said to Yun Jin.
Yun Jin nodded and said, "During this period of time, they have been accompanying Wen Huan and me to deal with the debate affairs at Louguan Terrace, and they don't have free time to do other things."
Yun Chu said: "Then I will be even busier."
Yun Jin nodded.
Yun Jin said, "Aye, you've been back for a month and a half, and you haven't been to the running water sign once."
Yun Chu shook his head and said, "That's not important. I won't go to Liushui Brand, and Erniu should be more assured. Liushui Brand is in an important recovery stage, and we just need to get through this difficult time.
If I go to the Liushui brand too often, the merchants will worry and think that trouble is going to happen there again. Ignoring them is a sign that the Liushui brand is stable. "
Yun Jin said: "Then we should publicize that the imperial city is about to be slaughtered, and there is no movement from the Liushui brand, to show the importance of the Liushui brand."
Yun Chu shook his head and said, "Deep water makes no sound. It's important to be quiet and complete. Making some noise for no reason will make the water sign look disrespectful."
After breakfast, Yun Luan left the table first to go to the Imperial Medical Bureau for further studies. He is very busy now. Although Lao He has saved his life this time, the hard work of ten days has finally hurt his body. The old immortal has not done anything else recently and has been concentrating on making up for Lao He's physical deficiency.
This is a treatment that even the emperor doesn't have. Lao He decided not to get out of bed until he takes good care of his health.
Yun Luan has been helping the old immortal as a medicine boy.
"Don't just focus on pharmacy. You don't like it. I know you like the art of connecting mechanisms. The reason why the old immortal forced you to study medicine is that he wants you to know some secrets of medicine.
The old immortal thought that the current medical skills had reached a bottleneck period. If he wanted to make a breakthrough, it was no longer necessary to produce a few famous doctors, but to change the equipment. Instead of spending all his efforts to cultivate a few famous doctors, it would be better to reduce the difficulty of studying medicine by improving medical equipment, and cultivate more doctors who can treat patients with the help of equipment.
The microscope changed the old immortal's view on the future of medicine, and you are the person he hopes can change the current situation where medicine is obscure and difficult to cultivate.
So, son, be smart."
Yun Luan said, "I already know. The other Taoist children are still studying pharmacy. Only I was dragged by Uncle He to watch hundreds of surgeries and hundreds of patients."
Yun Chu nodded and said, "Oh, the training direction is different. Unfortunately, there is only one of you."
Yun Luan said: "Among the eighteen Taoist children, I am the only one who learned the Yun family's teachings."
Yun Chu said: "They can also learn. The Yun family's family books have long been printed by Tongban's printing house. Five or six thousand copies are not only cheap, but also hard to sell. Tongban said that if our family's family books want to sell well, they can only be printed in hardcover versions, and the number of prints must be controlled. The higher the selling price, the better, so that we can make money.
Son, it’s not that we treasure our valuables, but those people outside don’t know the value of them.”
Yun Luan muttered, "Environment, environment, environment is very important. Our children have those things when they are first enlightened, so when they grow up and want to learn further, they will naturally use those things they have learned since childhood.
As for other children, they either find what Aye teaches incredible or difficult to understand, and they don’t know what they can do with it after learning it. Unless Aye can make our family learning a must-have for the imperial examination, no one will be willing to put in the effort to learn it.”
Yun Chu felt that what his son said was very right, but he didn't want to do that.
After the children left, Yun Chu said to Yu Xiurong, "Before, I always thought that Mother Salaima was a fool, but now I realize that she is really a wise woman."
Yu Xiurong glanced at her husband and said, "I only know that what you admire most about Mother Salaima is her idea that one person can give rise to a whole tribe."
Yun Chu nodded and said, "The same is true for studying and spreading knowledge. If you can give me a hundred or eighty children, why should the Yun family worry about not having successors?"
Yu Xiurong said: "Seeing that my husband is as brave as ever in bed, it is not too late now. Moreover, there are many women in the backyard of our family. My husband meets all the prerequisites that Mother Salaima needs. My husband might as well give it a try, so that the noble ladies in Chang'an will not always say that I am jealous and do not prepare beauties for you."
Yun Chu sighed and asked Fei San who was cleaning the dishes, "You are fifty years old this year, right?"
Fei San twisted his strong waist and said, "My lord, do you want me to sleep with you?"
Yun Chu shook his head.
Fei San said again: "Fei Qi is younger, how about arranging for her to sleep with you tonight?"
Yun Chu looked at Fei Qi’s big face that was like a full moon and continued to shake his head.
Fei San immediately shouted.
"Oh my, my, could it be that my husband wants all eight of us sisters to sleep with him together? That's too greedy."
Yun Chu turned around with difficulty and said to Yu Xiurong: "Our beds can't accommodate so many fat people."
Seeing that the white-haired Cui also had the urge to come over, Yun Chu immediately stood up, shook his sleeves and went out.
After decades of living together, the women of the Yun family, who are basically over fifty years old, dare to say anything even in front of the head of the family, Yun Chu, without any distinction of superiority or inferiority.
Over the years, the most famous person in the Yun family in Chang'an is not the patriarch Yun Chu, but the dozen or so strong old women in the family. It is these old women who support half of the Yun family's business.
So much so that whenever people saw a plump woman wearing gold and silver jewelry on the streets of Chang'an, they would subconsciously ask which lady in the Yun family she was.
After Yunchu left, Cui came up to Yu Xiurong and asked, "Do you want to arrange some beauties for me, my dear?"
Yu Xiurong looked into Cui's eyes and said, "Ah Fei and the others are pretty good!"
After hearing Yu Xiurong's words, the fat women immediately burst into happy laughter.
Beside the Ba Bridge, even in winter, the willow trees are still drooping, looking reluctant to leave.
Ruichun left Chang'an without anyone to see him off. On the contrary, the reeds on the banks of the Wei River were torn into pieces by the cold wind and stuck to the sticky faces of the Hundred Cavalry Officers, as if giving them a little mustache to make them look more mighty.
The Hundred Cavalrymen were sweating profusely.
Anyone who encountered the current situation would be sweating profusely. Even a powerful general like Yun Chu would not be much better off.
Several beheaded war horses fell on the Ba Bridge, and their blood flowed into the emerald green Wei River. Several corpses lay in tatters on the railings, their bodies so broken that it was impossible to tell what they looked like in the previous moment.
The giants, with their bright armor, their 10-foot-long Mo Daos, and their chain hammers as big as a baby's head, even though there were only four giants in front, they had already blocked the wide Ba Bridge tightly.
The giant men wrapped tightly in Ming Guang Armor squeezed towards the middle of Baqiao step by step. Although there were only four of them, Ruichun felt like he was facing an army of thousands.
The war horses neighed uneasily but dared not retreat. Right behind them, three Modao warriors appeared. The rings of the sword handles were buckled on their belts. They held the Modao horizontally in one arm and were approaching the Hundred Cavalrymen step by step.
Ruichun waved his hand, and the six leading cavalrymen rode their horses and charged towards the Modao soldiers in front. The rest of the Hundred Cavalry Officers raised their crossbows to cheer for the attackers.
Unfortunately, the crossbow arrows bounced off the Ming Guang armor and fell to the ground. The Mo Dao soldiers only had to protect their eyes with one hand, so the crossbow arrows could not pose any threat to them. However, through the gaps between their iron gloves, the Baiqisi could still see their eyes filled with violence.
In a flash, the cavalry was already in sight. Six war horses neighed and charged towards the Modao soldiers who were like iron towers. At the same time, the cavalry also threw out ropes, ready to lasso the armored soldiers.
"Eh-"
The leftmost Modao team was giving orders suddenly, and they saw the armored soldiers holding chain hammers retreating quickly. Three armored soldiers holding Modao lined up in a row and exhaled and shouted at the same time, using their waists and abdomens as the axis, and the three Modaos were divided into three layers, upper, middle and lower, to slash at the fleeting cavalry fiercely.
Poor cavalryman on the far left, a large amount of blood suddenly burst out from his waist, his upper body had left his body, but his lower body was still tightly attached to the back of the warhorse and rushed towards the Modao soldier.
At this moment, a chain hammer pierced through the ribs of the Modao soldier and hit the warhorse's head heavily. The horse's head was suddenly tilted and fell to the ground with a bang.
The Mo Dao soldier in the middle was the most burly, and the Mo Dao in his hand had the largest response range. He took a step forward and swung his sword, and the Mo Dao rotated and struck out. With a fan-shaped sword light flashing, the heads of three war horses fell to the ground. Without waiting for the horses to fall to the ground, the Mo Dao soldier took another step forward and struck out with the Mo Dao again. Only three crisp buzzing sounds were heard, and the Mo Dao cut off three horizontal swords. At the same time, three cavalrymen were knocked off the horses that were about to fall to the ground. The people were already bleeding from the mouth and nose in mid-air, and it was obvious that they were dead.
The fate of the two cavalrymen on the far right was not much better. The shortest one with the Modao sword drew his sword at a very low angle, almost swinging it horizontally from the waist. The Modao cut off four horse legs almost unhindered, and the warhorse fell down. The spinning Modao flew over again with the rotation of the body, and this time, took away two heads.
Ruichun sat on his horse, standing at the highest point of the arched Ba Bridge. After the six cavalrymen in front of him all fell to the ground and the lasso missed, he asked the commander-in-chief of the Hundred Cavalry Division beside him.
"How many strikes have they made?"
The governor looked at the group of corpses in front of him and said, "Sixteen cuts."
Ruichun asked again: "How many swings of swords can a swordsman make before he is exhausted?"
The governor said, "Those with a long breath can strike thirty times with the strongest blows. After thirty blows, they can no longer destroy the whole army. The last ten blows can still have the power to make thousands of soldiers flee. After stabbing the thigh and bleeding, they can strike ten more times with the strongest blows. After ten blows, those who are exhausted will either die or be disabled."
Ruichun watched as six more cavalrymen rushed forward, and sighed, "You went to Baqiao so easily. I didn't choose a good battlefield for you. You are cavalrymen but you didn't carry armor-piercing cones and thunder and fire bombs. This was my mistake."
The governor said: "These Mo Dao soldiers may look strong and fierce, but they must be old soldiers. Mo Dao soldiers rely on physical strength to make a living, and it is inevitable that they will become weaker with age. In my opinion, within ten strikes, they will be exhausted and die."
While they were talking, four more cavalrymen were killed on the spot, and the two who had managed to escape ran back for their lives.
Ruichun did not blame those who escaped. He waved his hand and six more cavalrymen charged forward.
This time, the thrown rope caught an armored soldier. The cavalry pulled the reins of their horses and slowly retreated. After all, the Mo Dao soldier was no match for the horse's power and was dragged forward slowly. The rest of the cavalry had already arrived in front of the Mo Dao soldier and used all their strength to throw their swords as if they were short spears at him.
The Modao warrior, who was concentrating on raising his sword to meet the enemy, ignored the thrown sword and raised his sword with both hands, ready to deliver a shocking blow.
The sharp horizontal sword pierced Guangming Kai and was firmly nailed to the body of the Mo Dao warrior. They seemed to feel the pain brought to them by the horizontal sword. With a hissing sound, their huge bodies began to spin. This time they spun twice before throwing the Mo Dao in their hands away.
Four war horses fell to the ground with a bang, and the meteor hammer attacked like a poisonous python, but a cavalryman dodged the chain hammer and wrapped the chain around his arm. The strong man dragged hard, but the stalemate continued.
Without waiting for Ruichun to give the order again, more cavalrymen rode up on horseback. This time, the swords in their hands easily penetrated into the necks of the Modao soldiers through the gaps in their armor. Then, the sharp swords easily cut the Modao soldiers' already boiling blood like cutting cheese, and blood was spilled on the Baqiao Bridge.
Ruichun led more than a hundred cavalrymen from the Baiqisi cavalry across the Ba Bridge and looked back at the three Modao soldiers standing at the highest point of the Ba Bridge. They stood with their swords in their hands, watching Ruichun and others who had reached the wide area in silence.
The commander of the Hundred Cavalry Division rode forward and said, "You are already trapped in a jar, why don't you surrender quickly?"
The Mo Dao warrior in the middle took off his helmet, revealing his gray hair. He calmly looked at the swaggering Hundred Cavalry Commander and spat out a mouthful of blood, then said, "I am a man of honor. How can I accept the humiliation of a eunuch?"
The commander of the Hundred Cavalry Division was not angry, but said with a smile on his face: "Surrender, and your wives and children will be spared."
The Modao soldier ignored the commander of the Hundred Cavalry Division, raised his hand and patted the shoulders of his brothers around him, then came to the bridge and plunged headfirst into the Wei River.
A huge splash of water came from the Wei River, swallowing up the white-haired Modao warrior.
Immediately, two more splashes of the same size appeared on the Wei River...
(End of this chapter)