Chapter 604: There is a kind of servant called Su Laogou. Who would have thought that when the emperor came home, a group of servants who used to guard the gate would actually stop him from returning, and they would use a rain of arrows to stop him. The cry of Emperor Yang Yi of the Great Sui Dynasty may be divided into three parts. The first part is when he was a prince. Although his life was full of intrigues, at least he could sleep soundly every day. The second part is from after he ascended the throne to before the Western Expedition. These eleven years or so were the most glorious peak of his life. In these eleven years, he turned his hands to make clouds and turned his hands to make rain. Even his secret opponents had to praise him as a sage monarch who could be compared with Taizu Taizong. The third stage is from after the defeat of the Western Expedition to the present. In the past few years, he has fallen from a high-ranking emperor to a poor man who has a home and cannot return. When he left Chang'an City, he had beheaded more than 30,000 people. At that time, he only wanted to leave a clean court for the prince. While in the northwest, he beheaded hundreds more heads, but his purpose remained unchanged. But when he came back, the dead people started to cause trouble. The dead cannot be resurrected, but these dead people are not ordinary people. There are many living people who have long been filled with hatred for the emperor because of those dead people. The dead people had friends, allies, family members, relatives, and fellow clansmen. Naturally, these people did not want to see the emperor return to Chang'an City. Of course, even if there are not these dead people, there will still be many people who want the emperor to die. And the most important person among them is the contradiction that makes the emperor feel both sad and at ease. An old eunuch who looked thin tied the emperor, who looked even thinner than him, to his back. He rode a horse and rushed towards thousands of elites without hesitation in the face of the rain of arrows. At this time, he displayed his cultivation in the Transparent Realm without hesitation. He spread all his inner strength around his body, and shook away the rain of arrows for the emperor and himself. " If Su Buwei was an upright and mature man, he would still be able to escape from the arrow array smoothly even if he didn't have such profound cultivation as he does now. He doesn't need to fight at all, but can avoid it and run away. But now, although Su Buwei has advanced cultivation, he is already very haggard and tired. Along the way, he took care of the emperor almost sleeplessly, and his energy was almost exhausted. And now he still has scruples, as he is carrying a huge mountain behind him. The emperor's body is very light, but his weight is very heavy! If he dodges, he can definitely deal with it calmly with his cultivation level. But he forced his way in. Even if the thousands of elites were taken individually, they were as weak as ants in his eyes, but when they were gathered together, they could not kill a great practitioner without even losing their lives. After two rounds of feather arrows, all the Jinyi schools were dead. It was only at this time that Su Buwei brought up his inner strength to protect his body, because he wanted to preserve as much strength as possible. Thousands of archers may not be the only ones standing in front of them. The war horse howled and finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell down. Su Buwei concentrated on protecting the emperor but did not have much spare time to take care of him. The arrows were too dense and difficult to guard against. The moment the war horse fell, Su Buwei suddenly pulled himself up and jumped up. He was like an old eagle that could still fly high. He landed directly on the arrow array, and then stepped on the heads of the soldiers and swept forward. The soldiers screamed in surprise and kept swinging their swords, trying to cut him down, but they couldn't keep up with his speed. The soldiers behind him began to disperse, leaving Su Buwei unable to find his head to continue using his strength. Su Buwei landed in the crowd, then pushed forward with both hands, and an overwhelming inner energy hit the crowd opposite. In an instant, dozens of soldiers were killed by the huge pressure, and the soldiers behind him Was blown to pieces. Su Buwei rushed forward with the emperor on his back. Countless giant shield bearers came out from behind the archers and surrounded him, trying to squeeze Su Buwei. Su Buwei slapped a giant shield with his palm, and the arms of the soldier holding the shield were immediately shaken and flew away from his body. The giant shield smashed backwards, killing a dozen soldiers. There were four or five generals with good cultivation standing in front of them. Su Buwei punched two to death and kicked one away. Before the people behind them could take action, Su Buwei had already rushed out. A military formation of several thousand people was accumulated on the official road, and it was not easy to break through that kind of thickness. But Su Buwei had no intention of killing more people. Every blow was just to open a way. As more and more soldiers fell, Su Buwei was like a lone boat rushing up the river. Not only was he not washed back by the current, he even split the current. Where he passed, the river opened a gap in the middle, and the water waves rolled in on both sides. In just a few minutes, Su BuHe actually tore a hole in the arrow formation and rushed out. Yang Shunhui, who was sitting by the woods not far behind the military formation, took a look and frowned. "Stop" He said one word, and then fell into silence again. The soldiers behind the arrow array moved aside, revealing a dozen crossbows. With a roar, a dozen huge heavy crossbows fired at Su Buwei, who had just emerged from the arrow array. After Su Buwei killed through the crowd, just when he felt that his eyes were empty, the dozen heavy crossbows fired towards him, without any regard for the soldiers behind Su Buwei. Su Buwei's eyes flashed, and he turned his body towards a heavy crossbow. Then he jumped up and stepped on a heavy crossbow in mid-air. His body landed lightly behind the crossbow cart. Those dozen heavy crossbows would hit at least seven or eight Ten soldiers were thrown down, and the wails started immediately. After falling behind the ballista, Su Buwei continued to rush forward without looking back. On the opposite side, at least three hundred elite cavalry have begun to speed up and rush over. ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ The corner of Su Buwei¡¯s mouth twitched, and then he cursed a bunch of damn slaves! In his eyes, everyone, including himself, is the slave of the person behind him. He speeded up and rushed over, then stretched his arms forward and passed between the two horses. The moment they crossed, he actually held one of the horse's legs with one hand and fiercely With a tug, the two horses immediately neighed and were pulled down, and the knights on the horses immediately jumped forward. The old eunuch, who looked so skinny that he could not help but be frail, was holding a war horse with one hand to open the way, like a god of death falling from the sky. The contrast between the thin body and the two tall horses in his hands is so shocking! He kept dancing his horse, and then smashed the cavalry to death one after another. When he and the three hundred cavalry passed by, corpses were left on the official road. Those cavalrymen never thought that someone would defeat them in this way. Su Buwei threw away the two broken dead horses, and then smashed the head of the cavalry at the back with a finger from the void. He jumped up in the air and pushed the bloody corpse away, reined in the horse and turned around. He rushed out to Chang'an. "Your Majesty, are you injured?" he asked eagerly while riding the horse. The emperor shook his head: "No, thank you for the trouble." Su Buwei felt at ease, and then kept urging the horse to rush forward. The cavalry behind him had turned its horses and was about to chase after him. Yang Shunhui suddenly waved his hand: "No need to chase." He looked at the man riding away and murmured in a very soft voice: "Why do you need to come back?" If Su Buwei used Qinggong, he would definitely be faster than a war horse in a short distance, but he did not dare to expend any more energy because he knew that the real obstacle might not appear yet. As long as he doesn't get entangled with those soldiers, the possibility of the great cultivator being piled to death by the soldiers is almost zero. "Almost!" Su Buwei turned his head and said to the emperor. After he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly turned sharp. He jumped off the horse suddenly, rushed forward, and then left the horse's back. The extremely strong internal energy hit the war horse hard, and the horse was shattered into a large puddle of flesh and blood before it even had time to scream. "Your Majesty, be careful, this slave may have to move a little louder." Su Buwei said in a very calm tone, and then punched out into the woods on the side. Two big trees broke in response, and a middle-aged man behind the tree The man was immediately shocked and vomited a large mouthful of blood. He still wanted to take action, but found that his Dantian Qihai had been shattered. That extremely feminine inner energy made him unable to resist. Su Buwei ignored him and used all his inner strength to increase his speed. At least thirty practitioners poured out of the woods, chasing after him. Individually speaking, these people are not as strong as Su Buwei, but the strength that Su Buwei can now display is far inferior to what it used to be. Sword intent, sword energy, and even talismans kept attacking. Su Buwei tried his best to dodge and let himself face those attacks, while the emperor was always behind him and was not hurt at all. But precisely because of this, his internal energy was depleted extremely quickly. After killing nine seventh-grade, six eighth-grade, and one ninth-grade masters in a row, his calf was also cut open by the ninth-grade master¡¯s sword intent. Blood dripped down his trousers, leaving a series of bloody footprints on the official road. Listening to Su Buwei's heavy breathing, the emperor couldn't help but ask: "Can you still hold on?" "Yes!" Su Buwei nodded: "Your Majesty, don't worry, this servant is still alive!" After saying this, Su Buwei's body suddenly staggered, and he tightened his grip.There was a bloody gash on his chest. If he hadn't used his inner strength to block it in time, the sudden inner strength just now would have almost penetrated his heart. "Transparent Realm!" Su Buwei's pupils shrank suddenly. "Two!" His heart tightened, and then a sense of powerlessness came out of his heart, and soon spread throughout his body. What he thought at this time was that His Majesty really shouldn't have left Zhang Zhenren in Liu Enjing's army for the Sui Dynasty, but that Liu Enjing sent people to chase him and withdraw the cavalry at the last moment. ¡¡ ¡¡ Martial Arts Academy The old dean, who seems to be almost unable to walk, is packing his things in the library. He moves very slowly and seriously. Several new clothes bought specially for him have already been packed. It was put into the package, and next to the package was an ancient long sword. He looked at the sword and was a little distracted when he saw the three words engraved on the scabbard. Wan Jiantang When he was young, he traveled all over the country with this sword, convincing everyone, Wan Xingchen, you are the number one in the world! After so many years, Jian has been lonely for a long time. He slowly and gently stroked the scabbard, and took a piece of cloth to wipe off the dust on it. At this moment, his eyes suddenly changed, and then he looked south. He closed his eyes and concentrated on perception, and then said in a low voice that after seeing through so many people's hearts, he still couldn't see through the royal mind! The voice is still there, but the person has disappeared. Tai Chi Palace Tai Chi Palace The Xinghuang Emperor Yang Chengqian, who was just a teenager and was sitting on the Dragon Throne, frowned as he looked at the piles of memorials in front of him. Just as he was about to pick up his pen, a hunchbacked old man appeared in front of his eyes and looked at him calmly. He glanced at him and then reached out to grab the front of his clothes. Amidst the exclamations of the ministers and guards, the two people disappeared at the same time. Fifteen miles south of the city Su Buwei spat out a mouthful of blood, glanced at the severed part of his right arm that had been torn off, and then looked at his left leg with only a layer of skin attached. "Your Majestydidn't you scare me?" He asked while vomiting blood, trying his best to keep his tone calm. "No!" The emperor bit his lip and replied, with no tears left in his dry eyes. "Well, I will take you back to Chang'an." Su Buwei allowed himself to smile, but he didn't know how ugly his smile looked now. He hopped forward on one leg. The broken leg hung from his body, swinging back and forth as he jumped. The two old men chased after him from behind. At the same time, they made sword moves and pointed downwards in mid-air. Two sword intents caught up with Su Buwei from behind. Su Buwei turned around on one leg and blocked the two energy blasts with his chest. The sword energy that splits the boulder. With a pop, two holes immediately appeared on his chest. But because of too much blood loss, there was no blood left in the wound to flow out. "Your Majestyservantit seems that I can't take you back" Su Buwei, who was standing on one leg, was shaking uncontrollably. He used his last strength to block the sword energy without hurting the emperor behind him. He was already exhausted. The lamp is dry. But he tried his best to keep himself from falling. The emperor nodded vigorously and said into Su Buwei's ear: "I am very happy to die with you!" The two old men landed and strode towards this side: "Your Majesty, you really shouldn't Come back, the prince has been enthroned, what are you doing here?" The emperor glanced at the two of them and said with a cold smile: "Okay okay! I actually raised two dogs that bit the master in Taiji Palace!" "We are not dogs, and you are no longer the emperor." Another old man raised his hand and pointed at the emperor from a distance: "Our duty is to listen to the emperor, but you are not." With a move of his finger, a sword energy quickly stabbed the emperor's hand. Ajna. Poof! There was a hole in the middle of the old man's forehead. It was very small, only the size of a soybean grain, but the entire back of his head was directly blown to pieces. The rotten brain was blown out and splashed all over the big practitioner behind him who had no time to dodge. . ¡°GrandMaster of the Hall¡± The great cultivator who survived swallowed hard and looked at the old man who suddenly appeared next to the emperor. "When I taught you swordsmanship, I never taught you regicide." The old dean sighed: "Do you think that without the name of Wanjian Hall in the world, there is no need to abide by Wanjian Hall's rules? ? When working in Tai Chi Palace, are you all taught these ruthless things? " The old man looked at Wan Xingchen in fear, and thenHe glanced at the little emperor Yang Chengqian who was being carried by Wan Xingchen. "Disciple, I know I'm wrong!" "I won't kill you. Go to Jiangnan Tonggu Academy, kill as many as you can, and die decently. I allow you to reveal your name as Wanjian Hall, so go ahead." " Wan Xingchen said lightly. The old man's expression changed, and then he nodded vigorously: "Disciple, I understand!" Finally, Su Buwei could no longer hold on and fell to the ground, hitting his face heavily on the ground. He had lost his mind, his eyes were blurred by blood, and he could no longer see His Majesty the Emperor behind him. The old eunuch lying on the ground was still grabbing the ground with one arm and trying to crawl forward. But he still had the strength to crawl, but it was all in vain. "Your Majesty are you arriving in Chang'an soon?" he asked. When he was on the road, the emperor always asked him this. Su Laogou, are you almost arriving in Chang'an? Now, let him ask the emperor. The emperor bit his lip and nodded: "We're here!" "Here we are?" Su Buwei grinned: "I have fulfilled my mission I finally finally took you home." A smile appeared on his face. It solidifies and never disappears. The emperor lay on top of him, as if the last trace of his life had been taken away. There was a eunuch named Su Buwei. There is a kind of minion called Su Laogou PS: The last few chapters of this volume always have such a tragic feeling. Sorry, I feel very sad.