At this time, all the practitioners in the yard were killed.

These soldiers who rushed out of the secret passage continued to rush out along the alley outside the yard.

The yard became quiet again.

Wang Yehu turned his head to look at Shu Shengyuan and said, "Li Deyi probably won't come."

Shu Shengyuan was a little unacceptable, and he said slowly, "Can anyone stop him?"

Wang Yehu shook his head, "No one can stop him, let alone I don't want him to die."

The more Shu Shengyuan looked at Wang Yehu, the more terrifying he felt, "Is he actually yours?"

Wang Yehu smiled and said, "That's not."

Shu Shengyuan took a deep breath and said, "Then why don't you want him to die?"

Wang Yehu sighed.

"I just find it very strange."

He looked at the dim and gorgeous half of the city in front of him, and couldn't help but frown slightly, "This is the Tang Dynasty. No matter how much I am a Tang Dynasty person, Li Deyi is also a Tang Dynasty person. Why do I have to die?"

Shu Shengyuan is not the newly promoted eighth-ranked person who helped Wang Yehu carry the sedan chair before. Although he had seen Wang Yehu almost every day before, he was very unfamiliar with Wang Yehu's inner world.

He couldn't understand.

Wang Yehu continued, "How many more people like Li Deyi have been born since the founding of the Tang Dynasty? And Xiao Zhenwei, now everyone in the world thinks he is cowardly and thinks he is serving the powerful and powerful, but I have at least protected him. I can't protect Guo Beixi, can't I still protect Xiao Zhenwei? Can't I try to protect Li Deyi?"

Shu Shengyuan was a little unbelievable, and he couldn't help but say jokingly, "After you say this, I thought the Tang Dynasty's country was not owned by Li's family, but yours."

"You guys just like to stare at the dragon throne and the official positions under the dragon throne." Wang Yehu narrowed his eyes and said, "This Tang Dynasty is not someone's Tang Dynasty, but the Tang Dynasty of every Tang Dynasty. But I have to admit that when everyone looks at this Tang Dynasty, their thoughts must be different. When Master Xuanqing looked at Chang'an, his thoughts were different from when I looked at Chang'an. When Li, who has won the world, his thoughts were different from those who have lost the world."

After a pause, Wang Yehu smiled again and said, "You guys, and many military governors holding military power, came to me excitedly this time, thinking that they had come to be rich and prosperous? No, they were coming to waste their lives. Look at the enemy countries outside, especially those who are rising stars like Tubo and Uighurs, they all envied the many practitioners of our Tang Dynasty, especially those of the eighth-grade practitioners. They all think that every extra eight-grade practitioner is a good thing for the Tang Dynasty. It is simply a blessing to give the Tang Dynasty a lot of luck and a long-lasting fortune. But many people from the Tang Dynasty don't think so."

After hearing this, Shu Shengyuan couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "It seems to make some sense."

"Has it poked the pain?" Wang Yehu smiled, "People like you and Li Xun, I'm afraid they all think that Li Deyi and the eighth-level practitioners who have already cultivated supernatural powers are just obstacles that prevent you from fighting for those positions. You all think that these people should die. As for Li, do you think they need so many eighth-level practitioners to stay in Luoyang, Chang'an?"

Shu Shengyuan was speechless.

"So I said you guys are also very strange." Wang Yehu looked at Shu Shengyuan sarcastically and said, "You are not smart. You read and read and read ten lines without forgetting. You know all the truth in your heart. But if you are smart, you don't know how to put some bad things on yourself. You will feel that your life is different from others' lives. Let alone Uighurs, just say that the number of practitioners in the past is quite large, can you now produce three eighth grades? How many eighth grades are there in Chang'an? More eighth grades are there?

In Li's opinion, it is naturally difficult to manage, but which of these eighth grades is not mixed or mixed, or made by many clan forces? The eighth grades that can be obtained by the border army and the eighth grades that can be killed outside the pass have long been taken out. Those eighth grades that are content to be in the local area will be difficult to kill them. Is it enough for them to have two or three eighth grades of Li's own? The extra eighth grades are best for something that they cannot refuse in their hearts, so they will die in Chang'an."

"Of course, you just say that the Tang Dynasty's outstanding people and the great powers of the eighth grade have died. In a few years, people who can always give birth to new eighth grades of the eighth grade will come out one after another." Speaking of this, Wang Yehu couldn't help laughing, "But you never thought that you who could be the new eighth grade people will have a different ending from the previous ones? Is it so lucky to be a lucky person in my heart, or are you greedy for seven or eight years or more years of so-called good times?"

Shu Shengyuan felt bitter in his mouth.

He thought for a while and said, "Then you have to fight for a lucky chance."

Wang Yehu smiled and said, "In addition to the problem of cultivation talent, his vision must be clever enough. When encountering problems, his mind must be clear enough. Look at Li Deyi, Zheng Zhu, the governor of Longyou, is clearer than yours."

"Don't say it's them."

Wang Yehu looked up at the glory of half of the city, and said with some satisfaction, "Is it the boy who is stirring up the wind and rain in Qujiang tonight. Isn't your mind clearer than yours or your vision?"

...

The four-eared demon cat lay on the roof and quietly looked at the cats in the alley.

These cats have been taught a lesson and are honest and obedient, but according to their understanding, some cats are prone to taking luck and feel that being honest occasionally may not be discovered.

Then, no more searching for a few such typical examples, leaving them with their tails everywhere and not even a place to eat and drink. How could other cats restrain themselves?

It has been wandering in the city for so many years and knows the cats in the streets and alleys.

It felt that these cats were most likely to make trouble.

Sure enough, when a bunch of mice on one leg was obviously missing, the cats could not hold back.

They were dispatched almost at the same time to block the mouse.

But one of the tabby cats had just stretched out their claws. Before they could touch the already scared mouse, a black claw had fallen down and pressed on its claws.

A shrill cat moan instantly sounded in the alley.

Several furry cats screamed and fled in scattered ways. They all ran away with three feet because each had one claw that was crushed.

Their tails were also broken, neatly, as if they were cut off by a knife.

The four-eared black cat paced majesticly, and then signaled that the mouse would not have to worry about a cat stopping him when he walked here in the future.

Although the mouse didn't understand very well, he looked at the four-eared black cat and knew that it seemed to be helping him. After a few squeaks, he quickly slipped away.

The four-eared black cat looked at the stupid mouse, but couldn't help but start to doubt it.

Can these idiots really help?

...

There is a flower shop in Tongguifang.

What is raised in this flower shop is real flowers, not girls.

The owner of the flower shop comes from Luo Yue overseas.

Overseas countries use shipping to trade with Chang'an. Many merchants have made money that they could not earn in their entire lives in a few years, and many people settled in Chang'an.

But it is really rare for merchants who settled in Chang'an from places like Luo Yue.

The owner of this flower shop was originally named, and the neighbors around him didn't know much about it. After settling in Chang'an, the name in Chang'an was called Taurang Sea.

He is short, dark-skinned, and doesn't like to talk much when he sees people, but he does a good job in business.

According to the owners of other shops, selling flowers in Tamarind is just like selling antiques, and is well aware of the principle that rare goods are affordable and rare things are expensive.

The flowers and plants in his flower shop are all rare things, and there are not in other shops in Chang'an.

Moreover, the flowers and plants of the same type in his flower shop are at most one or two pots. Some of them may not be available after they have been sold for a year or two.

I asked these flowers came on a large sea ship. Who knows whether those large sea ships can safely arrive at the port of Datang after they set off? Who knows how many flowers and plants that were loading the ship could survive after the storm along the way.

This alone is enough to attract the flowers and plants in his flower shop. What's more important is that these flowers and plants are very delicate, especially when winter is particularly cold, they have to be placed in the greenhouse. When it is sunny day, the roof of the greenhouse must be opened to bask in the sun, and at night, the roof of the greenhouse must be covered with hay to keep warm.

Those noble people who can withstand the flowers and plants in his flower shop have to ask the shop's shop to take care of them every now and then after buying them.

The guy in his shop didn't look like a guy, but he looked like a doctor who went out for consultation with a medicine box all day long.

There are three flowers in total. The more refined the arrangement it is, the fewer the flowers and plants.

There are a total of more than a dozen flowers and trees in the innermost courtyard, but the entire courtyard is equipped with many rugged rocks and some big trees, making it look like a mountain forest.

The flower shop is only half a day in the afternoon, and no business starts in the morning and evening.

On weekdays, the owner of the shop also lives in the third place. The private house on the left half is covered with a row of bamboo. Over the years, no one knows that when the sun sets in the morning and evening, a maid often pushes an old man out in a wooden wheelchair to bask in the sun and watch these flowers and plants.

This old man did not come from overseas, he was from Chang'an.

Strangely, the old man didn't look so old that he couldn't walk at all. His legs seemed normal, but he seemed to be unable to walk on the ground.

However, on weekdays, this flower shop will not open for half a year, and it will be eaten for half a year. Not only will the guests come in a rare situation, but no one will forcefully break in when the flower shop is not open for business, so no one disturbs the old man's viewing of flowers, and of course no one will think this old man is strange.

The city was glorious in the middle of the night, and when the iron flowers on the Tongtian tree shone, the old man also asked the maid to push him out of the door and put it in an empty space in the yard.

The maid got used to the old man's temperament, pushed the wooden wheelchair to the open space and went to do her own thing.

After a while, she killed a mouse with a wooden stick in her hand, and couldn't help complaining.

There hasn't been a new food restaurant nearby recently, why have two mice entered the yard in the past two days?

When the maid was holding the stick to beat the mouse, he didn't care. When he heard the complaint, he felt a little strange.

After a long time, just as the feeling of anxiety in his heart had just disappeared, he saw an old woman floating in like a silent fallen leaf.

He looked at the old woman in disbelief.

"Go and call someone!"

The next moment, he shouted to the maid holding a stick behind him.

The maid jumped up suddenly and jumped out of the wall in the backyard.

Dong!

But she seemed to have problems when she landed on the ground. The sound didn't seem like her feet landing on the ground, but it seemed like her forehead hitting the ground.

The old man's breathing paused.

He looked at the old woman tightly, then turned his body to look behind her.

But he could not see or sense anything when the maid landed.

How is that possible!

This old woman is an eighth grade!

There is actually an eighth grade that he cannot see in Chang'an City!

What is the way for the practitioner who ambushed outside the backyard wall?

He could not even sense the existence of the practitioner at such a close distance!

At this time, he saw the green lawn in front of him, blowing by the strange wind.
To be continued...