Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 702: Confucian Order
Buzz.
The piece of ruler that was inserted into Shang Lu's heart suddenly flew out of his body. Yang Baize, who was also at the end of his strength, had no time to react and could only watch the fragment fly into the other person's body.

"who are you?!"

Without thinking too much, Yang Bai Ze knew that the man in front of him with strange behavior was not the Zou Sijiu he knew.

"The Yellow Millet Law Realm is a very good thing. But before that, we must first transform all these stubborn law-abiding people into Yellow Millet Ghosts."

Zou Sijiu licked his lips, closed his eyes slightly, and looked happy.

"But they probably won't refuse. After all, I freed the ignorant law-abiding people, which is equivalent to giving them a chance to live again. What's more, they are still abiding by the Ming Dynasty law of the Zhu family, don't you think?"

"Are you Zhan Shun from the East Palace?!"

Yang Bai Ze suddenly realized and blurted out the other party's true identity.

"No, Zhan Shun is dead. I am Zou Sijiu, the God of the East Palace, Zou Sijiu."

When he said this, the man's eyes were not on Yang Bai Ze, but he looked behind him with a smile.

"It's so damn unlucky. I heard someone farting with his mouth right after I arrived. Zhan Shun, you old bastard, you're addicted to pretending to be Master Zou, right?"

Yang Bai Ze turned around when he heard the voice, and in his slightly dazed vision, he saw a shiny slicked-back hair, a raised chin, a domineering gaze, and a cynical demeanor, all of which proved the identity of the person who came.

"Master Zou."

In an instant, the breath that Yang Bai Ze had been holding on to finally dissipated, his tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed, and endless fatigue completely engulfed him in an instant, and he fainted before he could finish his words.

"That's pretty ruthless."

Zou Sijiu looked at Yang Baize, who was covered in scars, and Shang Lu, who died in a miserable way, his face twitched and murderous intent emerged.

"Zhan Shun, do you think that now that you have the support of the Zhu family, you can stir up trouble again?"

Zhan Shun crossed his arms over his chest, tilted his head and looked at Zou Sijiu up and down, his eyes gleaming, and said with jealousy: "No wonder I waited outside the Dragon and Tiger Cave for so long, but Zhang Xiji didn't show up. It turns out that his authority has been in your hands."

Zhan Shun sighed: "Zhang Fengyue is really generous. Isn't he afraid that by giving you so much authority, he will end up in a miserable situation where he raises a tiger and then harms himself?"

"Master Zou, I am a man of integrity, not someone like you who is disloyal."

Zou Sijiu sneered, "I am not surprised that the Zhu family has transferred 30% of their power to you. After all, it is normal for a desperate dog to do crazy things. But I didn't expect you to have the courage to accept it. Zhan Shun, I advise you to worry about yourself, so that you don't end up losing more than you gain, and die too ugly!"

"He is the ruler of the world, and I am the god of dreams. We each have our own territory, and we should not interfere with each other. It is only natural for us to join hands to deal with you lunatics who are trying to change the world."

Zhan Shun paused, then suddenly grinned and said, "And you can't imagine how powerful Huang Liang is after he has broken free of 30% of his restraints."

"I see I unlocked the ability for you to brag?"

Zou Sijiu shouted in a deep voice: "Don't say any more nonsense, hand over the Huangliang Law Realm, otherwise you can't leave today."

"I can't leave? By you, or by that old-fashioned Taoist priest in heaven?"

Zhan Shun raised his hand and pointed to the sky above his head. Chen Qisheng, whose disguise had been seen through, no longer hid himself and appeared in the clouds. He stepped on the sword with his hands behind his back, and a blue statue behind him covered the clouds and the moon.

"If that Bodhisattva hadn't come into my dream to help me last time, you would have been eaten by me. Now she is seriously injured and has to return to her land. Even if you have 60% of the authority, what can you do to be so arrogant in front of me?"

Zou Sijiu's expression was calm, and he did not show any anger because the other party had grasped his situation.

The battle outside Nanjing City caused too much noise, and now that a large number of powerful families have defected to the Zhu family, these things cannot be hidden from anyone.

What Zhan Shun said was also true. Although Zou Sijiu now holds 60% of the authority, Zhan Shun also holds 30%. After the two offset each other, the gap between the advantages and disadvantages of the two sides is still exactly the same as before.

Although Chen Qisheng is by his side now, Zou Sijiu knows clearly that the old-school Taoist order poses little threat to a disembodied Huangliang ghost like Zhan Shun, and it is even more difficult for them to intervene in the battle in the Huangliang Youhai, and they can't be of any help at all.

"You want to kill me, and I want to eat you, and we all know this. Even if there is no dispute over authority, just for the identity of 'Zou Sijiu', there is no possibility of reconciliation between us."

As Huang Liang's secrets are gradually unlocked, Zhan Shun's behavior seems to change as well.

Zou Sijiu couldn't describe the strange feeling. If he had to say it, it would be that he became more human?

"Sooner or later, we will have to fight to the death, but not now, and not here. Take your people away."

Zhan Shun slowly straightened his back and spread his legs, as if imitating Zou Sijiu's standing posture. He slowly wiped his hands across his temples, and the smile on his lips became more and more joyful.

The two 'Zou Sijiu', whose appearance and temperament were indistinguishable, stared at each other in silence. The scene was extremely absurd and weird.

boom!
The sudden sound of gunfire shattered the eerie atmosphere in the field.

Zhan Shun’s head was hit by a heavy hammer and swung backwards violently!

The person who fired the shot was the young man who should have run far away. For some reason, he turned back and was now holding the Wei Wuzu sword that Yang Bai Ze dropped on the ground with both hands, breathing heavily.

"Interesting. Really interesting."

The bullet left a bloody hole between Zhan Shun's eyebrows, and a streak of dark red blood flowed out along the bullet hole.

"Is this what Zhang Fengyue wants to see? But even if you push these sheep to the edge of the cliff with your own hands, they are still sheep in essence. What can they use to resist?"

boom!
"I'm going to kill you, you devils! Kill you!"

With tears streaming down his face, the boy pulled the trigger all the way down, using the bullet to vent the hatred and fear in his heart.

As Zhan Shun's consciousness left, the stolen body fell on its back under the impact of gunfire.

There was no joy of revenge in the boy's eyes. Instead, he suddenly pointed the hot muzzle of the gun at his own temple.

"Don't be afraid, sister. I'm here to accompany you."

boom!
The last bullet shot out of the barrel and disappeared into the night.

The young man fell to the ground while trapped in his dream, his tear-stained face still showing inextricable guilt and deep hatred.

Zou Sijiu's face was gloomy and ugly, and he looked at Chen Qisheng who fell from the sky.

There was a solemn look in both of their eyes.

boom!
The tightly closed door of the government office was shattered by a gunshot, and a loud shout was heard in the smoke and dust. "Uncle Li, I'm here to take you home!"

Zhang Siyuan appeared with a gun in hand, and his steps left bloody footprints on the ground. The wide central avenue behind him was also paved with broken bodies and blood. It was obvious how many lives he had lost along the way.

In the huge main courtyard of the government office, a head with angry eyes was placed on a large desk.

"I am sorry to trouble you, Master Zhang, to travel so far."

Shi Qing stood alone beside the table, bowing to Zhang Siyuan who broke into the room. As soon as he raised his body, the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against the back of his head.

Zhang Siyuan, who was holding a gun and grinning in the front, suddenly disappeared like a bubble, and a cold voice sounded behind Shi Qing.

"The Zhu family just let you come here alone to die?"

"Everyone says that Master Zhang is an expert in archery, but I didn't expect that he is also so accomplished in the most obscure art of music. Just one sentence can make people hallucinate. I admire you."

"Flattery doesn't work well with me."

Zhang Siyuan sneered, "Where are the people you ambushed? You spent so much effort just to lure me in? Now that I'm here, why don't you pull them out and show them off?"

"We originally planned to have a luxurious funeral procession for you, Master Zhang, but unfortunately, there are people like Li Gejun who are secretly protecting you, so we can only give up helplessly."

As soon as Shi Qing finished speaking, he clearly felt the person behind him breathing suddenly become heavier, and he suddenly realized something.

"It seems you don't know yet? That's right, now the entire coastal area of ​​Huangliang is blocked by the East Palace. Of course you don't know that after he killed Zhang Xiji, he dragged his injured body and rushed here to rescue. Such brotherhood is really touching."

Zhang Siyuan said in a fierce voice: "Since everyone else has already run away, do you still dare to stay here?"

"Of course I don't dare. As a swan that has been lurking in the dark for many years, I finally got a chance to step onto the stage. How dare I waste my life so easily?"

Shi Qing smiled and said, "This is just a fake body used to pass on messages. Master Zhang, no matter how powerful your gun is, can it be killed by General Huang Liang?"

"To make Zhan Shun, the yellow-beaned devil, serve you so faithfully, it seems you really put in a lot of effort."

"Not much, only 30% of Huangliang's authority."

boom!
Shi Qing suddenly felt a numbness in the popliteal fossa of both legs, and was kicked to his knees by Zhang Siyuan, with his forehead pressed to the ground by the heavy muzzle of the gun.

"Zhu Yiyan has done something that several generations of Zhu family emperors wanted to do but didn't dare to do. He is truly an 'outstanding' heir."

Shi Qing ignored Zhang Siyuan's ridicule and knelt on the ground in an extremely humiliating posture.

"The full authority is like ten chains around the neck of Huang Liang, a ferocious beast. Everyone is trying to pull them tight, trying to ride on the beast and tame it. But no one has ever thought that perhaps the first person who has the courage to untie Huang Liang is the one who is truly qualified to be the master of this beast."

"fart!"

Zhang Siyuan shouted angrily, "Once Huangliang breaks free, all those who have controlled it will be bitten to death one by one!"

"Being able to do things that ordinary people cannot do, this is the imperial bearing that a leader of a revival should have!" Shi Qing's voice was filled with strong respect and admiration.

"This Ming Empire will be destroyed in his hands sooner or later."

Zhang Siyuan slowly tightened his right index finger, and the gun was about to fire.

"I am waiting here specifically for Master Zhang. I am following His Majesty's orders and want to have a chat with you, the future successor of the Confucian Order."

"Not interested." Zhang Siyuan said in a cold tone.

"What if even Master Zhang wants you to talk to us?"

boom!
The muzzle of the gun was suddenly raised and blasted out a blinding flame, creating a deep pit a foot wide in the courtyard.

Shi Qing's body was blown away by the aftermath, and his metallic bones were exposed under his torn flesh.

"What do you mean?"

Zhang Siyuan looked at the man struggling to get up from the ground, his eyes as cold as a knife.

"Anyone with a discerning eye knows that your trip is full of dangers, and you may even risk your life. Pei Xingjian didn't stop you, perhaps because his best friend died suddenly and his beloved disciple was in danger, so he lost his mind for a while. But why didn't Lord Zhang stop you?"

"Zhu Yiyan just wants you to sow discord? If this is all nonsense, then you can shut up."

The gun was pointed at him again, but Shi Qing's expression remained calm and composed even though half of his skin was torn off.

"We certainly won't do something as meaningless as this."

Shi Qing said calmly, "As a leader who is determined to open up a new world, in the eyes of Lord Zhang, everyone can die for the great cause, including himself. And as a filial person, you can naturally die for the sake of fulfilling your father's cause."

"And your death is the best choice to boost the morale, rally the people, and unite the common hatred of the enemy for the group of scholars from the Academy who are still following Master Zhang. You know this very well, so since you left Jiangxi, you have never thought about returning alive. To be honest, if Li Jun hadn't intervened, we would not have killed you so easily, but would have captured you alive at all costs."

Shi Qing suddenly changed the subject: "So when I said 'stop' just now, I didn't mean to stop you, but knowing that your death would bring only benefits and no harm, why didn't Lord Zhang stop Li Jun?"

Shi Qing nodded slightly, as if using this action to express his admiration.

"Because even if he is Zhang Fengyue, he can't just watch his son die."

"My patience is limited, so you'd better stop beating around the bush and just fart!"

Zhang Siyuan's expression was extremely cold, and he seemed to have no interest in Shi Qing's words, but the thumb of his right hand kept stroking the gun.

"The three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism today seem to be following their own paths, but in essence they all establish gods, build temples and spread the gospel. The only difference is that Buddhism and Taoism require believers to seek outside, make offerings to gods and beg for mercy from gods, while Confucianism requires believers to seek within, restrain themselves and be cautious, and not seek external things."

"But when they reach the level of Sequence Two, these are all 'positions' that they cannot abandon. They are also the responsibilities they must shoulder and the beliefs they must defend with their lives."

Shi Qing said softly, "But you are different. Your aspirations are completely opposite to those of Lord Zhang. Lord Zhang wants to use us to make you see your own aspirations and goals clearly, and persuade you to leave the empire and stay away from this dispute."

"Your Majesty, as the last student of the master, although we have now parted ways, I am still grateful for his years of hard work and cultivation, so I specially ordered you to wait for you here."

Shi Qing said: "So this time, what I am talking to you about has nothing to do with gratitude and betrayal, nor with interests and gains and losses, but only with the ideals that a Confucian scholar cannot give up in his entire life."

"That is your position."

(End of this chapter)