Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 710: King, Minister, Master and Disciple
A fierce battle was going on in Jinling City.

The grim winter night was scorched by the afterflames of the explosion, and the deafening sound of gunfire was mixed with the roars of dying people.

In this battlefield defined by the imperial power as a rebellion, the law and order thrived, roaming like a ghost among the ruins of the city, tracking down the lone rebels who had committed unforgivable crimes.

The Confucian scholars of the aristocratic families, who had no way out, also became bloodthirsty and completely abandoned their petty thoughts of watching the fire from the other side of the river. They put aside their former positions and dignity and fought side by side with the soldiers who had regained the name of the army. The grand ceremonial music and the buzzing of mechanical hearts intertwined and echoed, high-pitched and passionate.

Zongheng Honghu, who was once regarded as a rat crossing the street, is still hiding in the dark, trying his best to stir up chaos and advocating death with all his might.

Those above the sequence have been reduced to ants that could die at any time, and those below the sequence are left with only mountains of corpses and countless ghosts.

The entire city of Jinling is filled with mortals, and there are no more ordinary people left at this moment.

The only one who could face off against all these enemy waves was the Chishe, whose robes were stained red with blood.

boom!
Wang Xie's figure leaped out from the billowing smoke, and rolled forward the moment he landed. The moment he bounced up, a flash of cold light was already in his hand, which mercilessly pierced through the chest of Fa Xu in front of him and completely crushed his heart.

Without raising his eyes, he knew that there were people he wanted to kill on all sides.

The adherence to the kingly way and the judgment of the Ming Dynasty law collided and confronted each other in places invisible to the naked eye. Both should have been abilities based on the people, but now they stand on opposite sides and have become enemies.

clang!
The embroidered spring knife cut off the ruler, and the jagged edge like a saw slashed into the shoulder, dragging and tearing a horrifying bloody wound.

The knife lights kept flying, illuminating faces full of murderous intent.

It was not until the last enemy fell that the fire spots on Wang Xie's body were extinguished by the splattering blood.

"call"

With broken limbs and arms all over his feet, Wang Xie finally got a moment to catch his breath and exhaled a breath of hot, bloody air towards the sky.

Since he decided to follow Pei Xingjian, he joined the Chi Society without hesitation.

Needless to say, there were many life-threatening experiences. Although it was dangerous, Wang Xie was still optimistic.

In his opinion, although the Chishe was at an absolute disadvantage in the confrontation with the royal family and Huang Liang, and the situation was extremely serious, it was still able to maintain itself as a whole, and there might be a chance of winning in danger.

But in just a short moment, the barely maintained state in his eyes deteriorated into a complete collapse.

It was not until the Chishe groups active in Southern Zhili were successively suppressed that Wang Xie suddenly realized that their actions had been watched by others all along.

The previous stalemate was only because the timing was not right. Once it breaks out, it will be a devastating massacre.

"I underestimated the other side after all."

Wang Xie sighed heavily and looked around. The sounds of fighting coming from the smoke were gradually getting weaker.

How can we fight now? There is no way to fight!
The enemy was outnumbered and we were outnumbered, the disparity was too great. The Red Society collapsed at the first blow and scattered into the city to engage in street fighting.

In this situation, being able to break through is a blessing from heaven and not a life-threatening one.

But after fighting all the way to this point, Wang Xie has not received any order to retreat, nor has he met any member of the Chi Society who fled without fighting.

It seemed that in the siege of Nanjing, all those who entered were determined to die.

"If I had known earlier, I would have followed that bastard He Zangjia to Beizhili and become a free and easy owner. Wang Xie, Wang Xie, do you really think you are a swallow in front of the hall, thinking that you can have the opportunity to fly into the homes of ordinary people? You are just an insignificant little character, and you don't know how to fight for your life."

Recalling the time when they parted, He Zangjia's sour face and his endless scolding, Wang Xie couldn't help laughing out loud.

"But if I hide, where can you, He Zangjia, you bastard, hide?"

Wiping the blood off his face with the back of his hand, Wang Xie took increasingly heavy steps and rushed towards the nearest noise.

Since he is not dead yet, we can only keep killing him.

The old imperial city in Jinling City has existed for thousands of years and has been renovated many times on its original basis. It has towering buildings and covers a vast area.

But after the decline of the Ming Dynasty royal family in modern times, they no longer had the time to take care of this place, and the Confucian officials who were nominally here also had no interest in managing this place.

It is lonely and dilapidated, with an lingering smell of decay everywhere.

Wang Xie ran wildly in the long corridor, with dried blood and stiff corpses everywhere around him.

The noisy voices ahead showed signs of subsiding, indicating that the chances of our survival were getting lower and lower.

Wang Xie pursed his dry lips and ran faster and faster.

At the end of the corridor, the towering palace gate looked like a hungry bloody mouth, waiting for its prey to fall into its trap.

Without any hesitation, Wang Xie leaped like an arrow and rushed straight into the darkness of the hall.

boom!
The violent sound of gunfire rang right beside his ears, but Zongheng Zhili had already taken the lead in controlling the opponent's gun-holding arm and pulled the muzzle away.

The blazing bullet passed by the side of Wang Xie's face, cutting a scarlet blood line on the skin covered with blood scabs.

The knife flashed up and down, directly cutting off the opponent's arm. In the instant of passing each other, Wang Xie grabbed the gun that fell along with the broken arm with his left hand, and without looking back, he pointed it behind him and pulled the trigger all the way.

boom!
The rapid gunfire instantly illuminated a narrow area, and a headless corpse fell to its knees on the ground.

The darkness, which had just shown signs of calming down, became chaotic again, with gunfire and sword lights crisscrossing and rising in the ancient hall.

The six arts, mechanical mind, laws, and the art of persuasion and hesitancy. The intricate sequence of abilities was like a big net, trying to trap the reckless Wang Xie.

Pfft!

The Embroidered Spring Blade pushed open the extremely hard mechanical bone with all its might, piercing through the overclocked mechanical heart.

Wang Xie's face was full of ferocity. He twisted his wrist and twisted the knife, and the scarred blade broke. He kicked away the soldier who was still wailing in pain, and Wang Xie turned around suddenly. The remaining half of the knife swung out a sharp cold light.

The figure behind him who was attempting a sneak attack froze in place, a horizontal line of blood slowly emerged in the center of his face, and the upper half of his head slowly slid off, leaving the incision as smooth as a mirror.

boom!
The dying Bingxu ignited the mechanical heart in desperation, but the heart that had been stabbed did not have much power.

The aftermath of the explosion only knocked open the tightly closed doors and windows of the hall, allowing the long-awaited moonlight in the distance to finally find a chance to squeeze in.

"Among the Jinyiwei centurions I know, there really isn't a single one who isn't fierce."

A dry laugh sounded from the corner.

Yang Bai Ze sat in a pool of blood, a long sword pierced his abdomen and the end was nailed into the ground.

Wang Xie looked down at the trembling broken knife in his hand, curled his lips helplessly, threw it away, and sat down next to Yang Bai Ze.

"I'm not saying anything, you are at least Master Pei's formal disciple, a son of a wealthy family should not stay in the hall, how can you not understand such a simple truth?"

Listening to the other party's complaining words, Yang Baize forced a bitter smile on his pale face: "You are scolding me for being a drag."

"Isn't it? If I had come a step later, you would have been dead by now."

Wang Xie lay on his back and replied weakly.

"I can't fight, but I'm lucky. Every time I'm about to die, I always meet someone who helps me."

"Then you should take some time to think about whether there will be anyone to save us later."

"You can't do it anymore?"

Wang Xie closed his eyes tightly and cursed: "What do you think? I was only a centurion before, not a thousand households."

"Should I send you off first, or will you send me off first?"

Wang Xie narrowed his eyes and looked at the young Ru Xu who had a serious expression next to him.

"You are really cruel, kid."

Yang Baize smiled and said, "We're going to die anyway, so we might as well die in a dignified manner."

Wang Xie said in a surprised tone: "Are you really not afraid at all?"

"The first time I stood in front of the gates of hell, I was really scared. I was so scared that I knelt on the ground and kowtowed to others. But later, after experiencing more, I gradually didn't care anymore."

Yang Bai Ze spoke calmly, but Wang Xie knew what the other party had been through.

"You keep your head tied to your belt every day. What kind of Confucianism are you?"

"I can't help it. Who told me that the person who spared me the first time was a Wu Xu?"

The corner of Yang Bai Ze's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to laugh out loud, but his extremely weak body made him only able to let out a deep groan.

"I owe you too much for saving my life. I probably won't have a chance to repay you."

Yang Bai Ze said in a deep voice: "Those aristocratic Confucianists are determined to kill me. If you still have a breath left, leave quickly."

Just as he finished speaking, there was another noise outside the hall.

Wang Xie suddenly raised his body and tried to sit up, but the next moment blood gushed out of his body like arrows and he fell down again.

"I really can't leave now."

Blood was flowing under his body. Wang Xie said, "Those people you owe favors to are not here now, so you can pay me back first. Be decisive when you cut, don't be so shy."

"Don't worry, I'm good at killing my own people."

Yang Bai Ze spoke calmly, and with both hands he grabbed the sword that pierced his abdomen and pulled it out inch by inch.

Wang Xie was stunned when he saw this scene, and then he burst into laughter.

As expected, there are few normal people who have anything to do with that kid Li Jun.

The sound of swords could be heard nearby, and curses could be heard outside the hall.

"Yang Bai Ze." Wang Xie suddenly shouted.

"Ok?"

Wang Xie's eyes were a little distracted. "What do you think will happen on the road?"

"How would I know where to go? But it should be quite lively, after all, we have a lot of acquaintances among them."

"That's true."

Wang Xie smacked his lips and said, "It's a pity that I won't be able to see Lao Yan anymore. The old man has a really stubborn temper. He would rather be a law-abiding person than lose face."

Like a hallucination before death, Wang Xie heard a sharp and piercing sound in his ears.

The sound came from far away and then got closer, and in an instant it was like a sonic boom overhead.

Yang Bai Ze, who was concentrating on drawing his sword, suddenly stopped and raised his head.

boom!
Amid the rising smoke and dust, a figure crashed through the roof of the temple and fell from the sky.

In the collapsed deep pit, the man straightened his back, his body covered with green armor and a tiger head resting on his shoulders.

"Shen Li? I didn't expect that he actually has a noble person."

The sudden change made Wang Xie burst into laughter. Looking at the one-sided massacre outside the palace, his tense mind suddenly relaxed. He could no longer resist the drowsiness that surged like a tide, and his eyes slowly closed.

Pfft!

The long sword was pulled out of his body, and Yang Bai Ze stood up shakily. His sight passed through the shattered roof of the palace, looking at the night sky that was like the deep sea. A huge whale was swimming and circling, and the armor plates on its abdomen gradually opened, and armored figures fell one after another.

It was like a heavy rain on the fire that burned the city.

"Brother, can you really hold on?"

On the whale's head, Zhao Qingxia looked worried and asked with his head down.

"We have to hold on even if we can't. We can't let the Ming Gui shoulder the responsibility of Mo Xu's reputation. I'm going to prove today that our lineage of craftsmen are not cowards."

The voice sounded in front of him, and a projection emerged in the fierce wind in the sky.

The messy hair and stubble made the already unattractive man look particularly sloppy, which was consistent with outsiders' usual impression of Mo Xu.

"How come other people can say a lot of tough words to save face, but when it comes to me, there is only this dry sentence left?"

The man raised his hand and scratched his head, mumbling to himself: "Forget it, I really can't find anything else to say, this sentence should be enough."

When he looked up, he saw Zhao Qingxia with a tense face, and immediately smiled and said, "Why are you so stern, brother? Relax. I have seen a lot of storms and waves, so why should you be so nervous about such a small situation?"

"But if things go wrong later, you must not be too stubborn. Run away when the wind blows. That's the rule of the underworld. If we can't prove it this time, we can prove it next time. Don't hesitate at all."

The man who was just racking his brains to find something polite to say suddenly changed the subject.

"The old guys at home know your temper, so they asked me to remind you that you have a heavy burden on your shoulders. If anything happens to you, our Mo Xu might fall apart again, so you must not get hurt."

"Also, they have already made preparations to move. They are just waiting for you to return to Moyuan so that they can flee the empire immediately."

Mo Qijing patiently reminded us: "This may sound a bit embarrassing, but you must not look down on them. Living a miserable life is much harder than dying. If they hadn't shamelessly guarded this family business, we, Mo Xu, would have been finished long ago."

Zhao Qingxia buried his head and remained silent.

"Okay, I won't nag you any more. Take this."

An object slowly floated into Zhao Qingxia's sight.

However, the miniature Kunpeng, which was only the size of a palm, was poorly made with a round head and a short body, with a pair of bare wings attached to its back. It stared with its mouth open, shaking its head and looking at Zhao Qingxia.

The childish appearance was obviously so funny, but Zhao Qingxia's eyes were fixed on the dense scars on its back, unable to move away at all.

"Laugh if you want to. Why are your eyes so red? When I, your senior brother, decided to give up my flesh body and transform into an ink body without telling the master, I drank some wine secretly to give myself courage. I ended up getting drunk. When I woke up, I found that I had already made the core without knowing when, and it was molded into this horrible shape. I regret it so much."

Mo Qijing said unhappily: "Fortunately, I don't need to take this thing out normally, otherwise how can I stay in Mo Xu in the future?"

"It's okay, not too ugly."

Zhao Qingxia wiped his face and finally looked up at the other person with a mischievous smile on his lips.

"But, I remember Master saying that when you were a child, the first gift he gave you was a model of Kunpeng."

"Don't listen to that old man's nonsense. He's almost dead. What can he remember?"

Mo Qijing's old face turned red and he waved his hand quickly and turned around.

"Hold it. If I really can't hold on any longer, I'll blow it up. Don't let your senior brother become a ghost."

Zhao Qingxia clasped his hands together and clenched the core, nodding his head heavily: "Remember it."

"That's good."

The projection was like flying sand, gradually dissipating in the strong wind.

Suddenly, the man looked back.

"By the way, how much Tiangong points do I still owe you?"

hold head high!
The giant whale let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth. An endless stream of invisible sound waves rippled under the night sky, dispersing the Huangliang Will that enveloped the entire Jinling.

In the ruins of the city, countless figures stood still, tyranny and madness gradually fading from the depths of their eyes.

These ordinary people who had regained their senses did not dare to stay for even a moment and scrambled to flee out of the city.

"You owe me too much, Moqijing. If you can't pay it back, you can't die."

On the back of the whale, Zhao Qingxia muttered to himself.

"It's so quick to develop a technique that can target Huangliang's position. Although it won't last long, it's still quite interesting."

After just one glance, Zhu Yiyan, who was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, looked away and looked at the towering ancient city tower not far in front of him.

Every brick and every piece of wood is reminiscent of the Ming Dynasty thousands of years ago. Under the gate tower, there is only a lonely figure standing amidst a sea of ​​blood and corpses, like a lone man guarding the pass.

There will be no one else but him.

Confucian Preface, Zhang Siyuan.

They looked at each other across the crowd.

Beneath the blood flowing across his face was an undiminished domineering sneer.

Zhang Siyuan held the gun on his shoulder and pointed his hand towards the ground.

One action can cover up countless nonsense.

"To be honest, I really hate you Confucian scholars. The obedient ones are as lowly as ants, and the disobedient ones are as annoying as mosquitoes and flies. You say that a man who knows the current affairs is a hero, but behind the scenes there are always some people who do some disgusting things to deceive the world and steal reputation for the so-called loyalty."

Zhu Yiyan raised his hand and waved it casually, and the crowd under his command instantly surged like a torrent, rushing towards the blocking pass.

At this time, he was in a powerful position, like an emperor leading an army to war. Whenever the emperor ordered, countless people would rush forward and face death with courage.

With a sudden loud roar, the city wall that had withstood thousands of years of wind and rain collapsed completely in the blink of an eye.

The power of an individual seemed so pale and weak at this moment, so small that even Ru Xu San, who was proficient in the art of archery, was equally insignificant.

The universe is playing with each other, and the strategy is flexible.

The power of the vertical and horizontal sequence is fully demonstrated at this moment.

"But I will not kill you. On the contrary, I will keep you well and train you step by step to become my most loyal subject. You will gather all the people who are still willing to follow your Zhang family and solve all the troubles once and for all."

Emperor Jiaqi, who had been walking on thin ice since the day he ascended the throne, finally tasted the wonderful taste of imperial power.

Zhu Yiyan's eyes were obsessed, and at that moment, he completely forgot the fear and anxiety that had troubled him throughout his life, as if a mountain was pressing down on him.

"Teacher has devoted his life to the Ming Empire and has made numerous contributions. He should have been given the posthumous title of 'Wenzheng' and his name should be recorded in history. It's a pity that he was confused for a moment and made a big mistake in his twilight years. As his only son, you should help him to maintain his reputation. In my Divine Dynasty, there will always be a place for your Zhang family."

Zhang Siyuan was trapped in a tight encirclement and unable to break free. He could only watch Zhu Yiyan rise into the air and walk over his head step by step. Then his sight was completely overwhelmed by the countless fearless figures.

The thousand-year-old silence trapped by the palace was completely broken tonight.

The puppet of Bihe held up the throne of imperial power and came to the imperial city again.

"Pei Xingjian, are you looking for death too?"

The scene he had dreamed of for many years was now within reach, and Zhu Yi Yan's patience was rapidly wearing out, leaving little left.

“There’s no reason for teachers to walk ahead of students.”

A white-haired old man blocked the way ahead, and the Confucian scholars behind him were all dressed in blood-stained red robes, showing no fear at all of the enemies in front of them that were a thousand times more numerous than themselves.

"Zhang Siyuan's archery skill can kill a hundred people. How many can your ritual skill kill? Ten people, or fifty people? How many people do I have under my command?"

Pei Xingjian, who used to laugh, scold, and act recklessly, now had no expression on his face and just spoke lightly.

"Although there are thousands of people, I will go."

"Millions of people are in my palm as well. You have nowhere to go!"

Zhu Yiyan looked contemptuous and waved his sleeves. The puppets under his feet silently surged forward and devoured the red figures in front of him one by one.

The gradually excited genes were urging Zhu Yiyan not to stay any longer and to take the last step to complete the ritual.

My footsteps hurried across the moonlight, and this time there were no annoying ants blocking my way.

In Wenyuan Pavilion of the old imperial city, Zhu Yiyan finally saw the figure he had been thinking about day and night.

Under a dead tree with all its branches and leaves fallen, an old man sat in a chair with his head lowered, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

According to the actions he had imagined countless times in his dreams, Zhu Yiyan straightened his clothes and hat, and bowed to the old man with a respectful look.

"Teacher, I'm here."

Rather than arrogantly cursing and sarcasm, wantonly venting his fear for many years, Zhu Yiyan was more willing to complete this grand ceremony of promotion to the monarch of the 20,000 territories as a disciple.

He was arrogant but not overbearing. In Zhu Yiyan's opinion, this was the bearing that a monarch who was about to establish a divine dynasty should have.

It was also the last respect he left for the former imperial teacher.

The crisscrossing branches tore the moonlight into pieces and sprinkled it gently on Zhang Fengyue's body. His slowly raised eyelids revealed a pair of eyes full of vicissitudes of life.

But the moment their eyes met, the young emperor forgot all his previous intentions and plans, and could no longer control his inner excitement and the smile on his face.

"Zhang Fengyue, why have you become so old?"

Zhu Yiyan was like a gambler who had seen through his opponent's cards, was sure of victory, and was finally able to turn the tables. He spoke rapidly with an uncontrollable tremor in his voice.

"Because you lost, completely and miserably!"

Zhu Yiyan asked himself and answered: "The Confucian hierarchy you worked so hard to build is now in my hands. This is still the Zhu family's Ming Dynasty, and you can't change it a bit!"

"Do you really understand?"

The old man's eyes were still scrutinizing as always, and the tone of a strict teacher reprimanding a bad student made Zhu Yiyan instantly furious.
"I don't understand?"

Zhu Yiyan's expression suddenly became ferocious, with cold murderous intent pouring out. But just when the power of Zongheng was about to control the old man to take off his head, he was held down by him again.

Simply killing Zhang Fengyue was not enough to make him feel satisfied.

Zhu Yiyan wanted to tear apart the other party's pretended calmness with his own hands and witness the despair of this traitor with his own eyes.

"You are implementing the new policy in order to break free from the shackles. Completely break the population base that has been solidified for hundreds of years in the two capitals and thirteen provinces, allowing the sequence genes to flow and blend again, and giving other sequences that have almost lost their foothold a chance to sprout again."

"You left the imperial city to stir up unrest. On the surface, you did it to repay the royal family's kindness, so you took the initiative to give up Northern Zhili and give me a chance to choose. In fact, you know clearly that I will never sit and wait for death, and give up the Ming Dynasty in vain, so I will definitely fight you to the death. You want to use a precarious chaos and the threat of death to force those ants to frantically pursue the power of the sequence in order to protect themselves."

"You plotted against Daoxu to make an example of him. After I witnessed Zhang Xiji's death, I would be terrified and uneasy, and I would take the initiative to join hands with Zhan Shun, the Yellow Millet Ghost, and give up my authority to unlock his shackles, so as to seek checks and balances and protect myself."

"You planned the Yellow Millet in order to intensify the changes. You knew the Yellow Millet Will's desire for the present world, so you deliberately lured it to establish the Yellow Millet Position Industry, prompting the emergence of new technical methods. You made it so that the connection to the Yellow Millet no longer required any medium, further reducing the difficulty of breaking the order."

"You established the Red Society to awaken resistance. Gather and spread the rituals of the various orders, completely demolish the threshold of the order, so that there will no longer be a 'Dragon Gate' in this world, so that those ants will no longer fear the majesty of the empire and have the courage to resist the empire."

"You told the world that you wanted to completely eradicate all sequences, but in fact, this was just a big lie you told!"

Zhu Yiyan shouted loudly: "From the beginning to the end, what you have been seeking is for everyone to enter the order and for everyone to be like a dragon!"

"This is the ultimate connection to heaven and earth that you, Zhang Fengyue, really want!"

(End of this chapter)