Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 712: Sequence Path (I)

There was endless fighting outside the old capital.

An indissoluble blood color filled Zhang Siyuan's eyes. In the chaotic crowd, the overlapping suppression of ritual art and the power of Bihe continued. The ruler and sword attacked him in an interlaced manner, leaving him no chance to breathe.

The sticky blood stuck his clothes and skin together. Zhang Siyuan felt as if his head was turned into a paste. There was a loud rumbling sound and his five senses were confused. He could only rely on instinct to dodge the attacks that followed one after another.

Zhu Yiyan said that he wanted to keep him as bait, but the group of followers under his control had no intention of leaving him alive and attacked him without mercy.

It was at this moment that Zhang Siyuan truly felt the power of the Zonghengxu.

If it was a single match, it would not be difficult for Zhang Siyuan to kill the vertical and horizontal order of the same rank. However, if the opponent had enough "positional karma", even if it was only a team of about 100 or 200 people, the combat power that burst out would be able to suppress him.

The Legal Order and the Military Order were surrounded in the front, while the Confucian Order and the Vertical and Horizontal Order stood in the back to maintain suppression. The different sequences cooperated seamlessly, making the best use of their strengths and avoiding their weaknesses.

Moreover, their fighting spirit was incredibly high. Even though more than half of their own men were killed, no one was cowardly and retreated.

"But in the final analysis, it's because the Confucian sequence is not very good at fighting."

Zhang Siyuan felt helpless. Although the vertical and horizontal sequence of the "position" in his hand was powerful, it was not without any weaknesses.

At this moment, a man from the fourth rank of Zongheng, who was standing at the outermost edge of the battle and watching from the beginning to the end, was the 'flag bearer' appointed by Zhu Yiyan to be in charge of making friends with distant countries and attacking nearby ones. He was in charge of connecting and commanding all the users of this small group of 'positions'.

As long as we can kill the other party, all dangers will naturally be solved.

But the problem is that Zhang Siyuan is now on the verge of exhaustion and has no ability to break out and behead the enemy.

"It looks like I'll have to stay here for the rest of the day, but that's okay, at least I don't have to stare at that stubborn and unreasonable old man anymore."

"It's a pity that I only had a few days of good life. By the way, last time in Fandi, Zou Sijiu told me about the Baidi Mixed Soup. I wonder what it looks like?"

Zhang Siyuan's eyes were blank, he was muttering to himself, the gun in his hand named 'Fanxiang' was dyed with gold and green colors, the Taoist and Buddhist scriptures engraved on it were lit up one by one, the barrel as thick as a cannon shot out gorgeous and deadly brilliance, blasting the person in front of him into a fine pool of blood.

boom! boom! boom!
The sound of gunfire raged again, even more violent and brutal than before.

Zhang Siyuan used his archery skills to the fullest extent. Even when his five senses were confused, he was still able to hit the target with every shot.

No matter whether it is Confucianism, military science, legalism, or diplomacy, once locked by the gun of "Fan Xiang", the end result can only be explosion into a ball of rotten meat and blood.

But in the eyes of Zongheng Sequence Four, this scene was just the last counterattack of the trapped beast before death. As long as he could survive this wave, Zhang Siyuan would be like a fish on the chopping board, and he could only let him slaughter him.

Thinking of this, the flag-bearing Zonghengxu did not hesitate, and without caring about the rapid loss of the "position" in his hand, he ordered a group of followers to surround him again, intending to use their lives to completely exhaust Zhang Siyuan's strength.

Just as Fan Xiang let out a deafening roar, a soldier from the Six Strategies approached and grabbed the muzzle of his gun with his bare hands.

The red and numb mechanical eyes collided with the bloodshot pupils, and the overclocked crazy sound of the mechanical heart in the chest and the sound of gunfire rang out at the same time.

boom!
Half of the body was blasted into pieces of scrap copper and iron, and the broken bones were like sharp swords, flying in all directions.

Zhang Siyuan, who was close by, was also very aggressive. Countless iron fragments splashed on his body, leaving a lot of bloody holes.

The severe pain gnawed at his heart, and the power of Bihe that had eroded into his body took the opportunity to wreak havoc. Zhang Siyuan's eyes went dark and his movements suddenly became unusually slow.

A ruler hit his shoulder hard, and Zhang Siyuan was bleeding from his mouth and nose and was knocked flying.

The loud voice that was shouting at him about his crimes was still echoing in his mind, torturing his will, but the chaotic footsteps in his ears suddenly quieted down.

The only possibility for the opponent not to press on with the victory is that Zhang Siyuan will suffer a fate worse than death.

In places invisible to the naked eye, the temptation of the power of Bi and He is still getting worse. Combined with the suppression of the Six Arts and Etiquette, it tries to forcibly imprint the mark of the Zhu family in Zhang Siyuan's consciousness. This kind of pain is incomparable to any physical punishment.

"It hurts so damn much."

Zhang Siyuan struggled to stand up, his right arm trembling constantly. The "Fanxiang" that used to be as light as a feather now felt as heavy as a mountain and he could no longer lift it.

After repeated attempts to no avail, Zhang Siyuan curled his lips, let go of the gun, slowly raised his right hand, and pointed his index finger at his temple.

The action is so childish, like a naughty child making a gun with his fingers.

"No wonder I always saw people dying rather than surrendering in books. At that time, I thought they were just being pretentious. Now that it's my turn, I finally understand that sometimes it's better to die than to live."

Zonghengxu, who was holding the flag and giving orders, had a calm look in his eyes, as if he didn't care at all about Zhang Siyuan's suicide.

Your Majesty only wants the Zhang family's brand. It would be best if you can control the other party, but if not, it doesn't matter.

Even if Zhang Siyuan is dead, Your Majesty can still let him live.

"boom!"

Zhang Siyuan uttered a word, and his two gun-shaped fingers suddenly pointed at the man in the crowd who was ranked fourth.

An invisible wave shot towards him at a high speed, but a Confucian scholar who was close to him jumped up and used his body to block the "shooting skill" for him.

"Zhang Siyuan, if you really had the courage to commit suicide, I might still look up to you. But unfortunately, you are just a cowardly rat."

Zonghengxu sneered, and at this moment, a sharp sound of breaking air suddenly came from behind him, rushing from a distance.

"Ok?"

Hold the flag and give orders, and enforce them.

The followers who besieged Zhang Siyuan reacted quickly, but the newcomer was obviously faster and crashed into the crowd.

Shen Li roared angrily, bent his back slightly, and used his tiger armor to resist all attacks, like a brave soldier who forcibly broke through the enemy's formation, wanted to pull out the flag and behead the person who gave the order!

boom!
The change was not sudden, but Shen Li's ferocity was beyond the expectation of the flag bearer, and his head was directly smashed by a fist packed with powerful force.

With the death of the leader, and without a host, this "career" should have vanished into thin air.

However, the enemy did not flee in defeat, but continued their siege.

Zhang Siyuan, whose pressure was suddenly relieved, took a deep breath, picked up the "Fanxiang" that had fallen to the ground with his toes, and looked at the "human flags" that were constantly rising in the night in the distance.

The Zhu family dragon flag had already been planted all over Nanjing.

In a corner of the imperial city, in the corridor.

The sounds of fighting here have completely subsided. The night breeze huddled aside finally dared to step in and began to clear the pervasive smoke and pungent smell of blood.

Yang Bai Ze covered the wound on his abdomen, using the sword as a crutch as he staggered among the corpses on the ground.

He lowered his head and looked carefully at every face that showed fear, despair, or anger.

There is hope and anxiety in his eyes, fluctuating between each identification.

After searching for a long time, Yang Bai Ze finally saw the old face covered in blood and sweat next to a pile of corpses.

Pei Xingjian sat cross-legged under the old and mottled city wall, where the flag bearers knelt down in front of him in a vertical and horizontal order.

"You are so lucky, I thought you were dead a long time ago."

The old man raised his heavy eyelids, moved his cloudy eyes, and looked at the young man who was staggering towards him.

When he saw the other person's face clearly, his eyebrows and eyes trembled instantly, and the words that came out of his mouth were not pleasing to the ear at all.

Fortunately, the young man had already gotten used to his temper and just smiled.

"If I had a bad fate, how could I become your student?"

Yang Baize threw away the long sword that he was using as a crutch, and bent over to ask Pei Xingjian to help him stand up, but he heard the other party say: "My master is only a breath away now, you kid, please don't torment me."

"Old man, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Yang Baize's eyes flickered, but the moment his fingertips touched the old man's arm, he shrank back as if he had received an electric shock. The touch felt soft and weak, as if all of Pei Xingjian's bones had been broken.

"Didn't I lie to you?"

"If you don't want to move, take a rest. We can leave after you've rested."

Yang Bai Ze pretended to be calm, ignored Pei Xingjian's teasing, and sat down next to him.

But the next moment, Yang Baize couldn't hold back any longer and spoke hoarsely.

"Why is this happening?"

"There's nothing I can do."

Pei Xingjian exhaled a long breath: "If these Zhu family members didn't have some strength, how could they have sat firmly on the throne for thousands of years?"

"You know that's not what I'm talking about!"

Yang Bai Ze's eyes turned red, and he said quickly: "Why don't you leave? You obviously know..."

"Knowing that he was deliberately seeking death, why didn't I abandon him?"

Pei Xingjian smiled slightly and asked, "Then why don't you leave and stay in Jinling City?"

"Because you are my teacher." Yang Baize blurted out.

"But he is also my teacher."

Yang Bai Ze wanted to say something but hesitated for several times. Finally, he pursed his lips tightly, lowered his head and said nothing.

"He has his loyalty to fulfill. As a student, I can't stop him. Now I have fulfilled my loyalty. As a student, Xiao Bai Ze, you should also congratulate your teacher, right?"

"They are all idiots." Yang Baize suddenly cursed.

"Others always call our lineage of Confucian scholars nerds, so of course they are all idiots."

Pei Xingjian's hearty laughter suddenly stopped, and he choked on a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

His originally gloomy face showed some redness, and he regained some strength.

His broken cervical vertebrae prevented him from turning his head, but he still seemed to see the sadness on Yang Bai Ze's face.

"Don't be so depressed. Teacher, if I don't die today, I will die tomorrow. No one can escape the fate of returning to dust. The Zhu family has worked hard for thousands of years, but no emperor has ever achieved immortality."

"You shouldn't die here. Everyone wants to return to their roots. Shu is so far away. How can I carry you back?"

"Who did you learn this from, brat, to be so rude?"

Pei Xingjian cursed with a smile, and continued, "I don't care about that much. I'll be buried wherever I die. I can still keep Liu Jinxun company here, so I can teach that old man who betrayed his teacher and ancestors a lesson."

Yang Bai Ze said softly: "The Liu family has a tall and big gatehouse, which is protected from wind and rain. But we two have nothing."

"Is that so? Then you should carry me back, or it will be too embarrassing."

Pei Xingjian smiled and said, "At worst, you can be my teacher in the next life, and I can be your student. I will repay you for this favor."

"Forget it. I can't teach a student like you."

Yang Baize's tone was full of disdain.

"That's right. Apart from him, I'm afraid no one can stand me."

Pei Xingjian's eyes dropped and his gaze fell on his feet.

"When I was young, I, your teacher, loved to say that I was a barefoot countryman who was not afraid of any nobleman who wore shoes. But if there is really a chance to wear a pair of good shoes, who would be willing to go barefoot? But it's just a pretentious statement made to save face."

"But when lies are told too many times, they seem to become true, as if I am born to disdain all fame and wealth. Even if my life is as thin as paper, I want to have high aspirations."

Pei Xingjian whispered to himself, "In order not to be looked down upon by others, I have cultivated a bad temper and look down on everyone. Liu Jinxun has a good family background, so I deliberately made him an enemy in every way. When he said one thing, I said another. When he agreed with me, I protested. I fought and quarreled because I didn't want him to get what he wanted. Even old man Zhang was scolded by me for many years. It's because he has a good temper, otherwise he should have killed me, a traitor, long ago."

"It is a great virtue to correct one's mistakes. This is your fault. You should give them a sincere apology."

Yang Bai Ze leaned his head against the wall, and imitated his teacher, lowering his eyes and looking at his toes.

"The son pays the father's debt. I'll leave this matter to you."

Pei Xingjian said as if it was a matter of course: "Otherwise, what would I do with you as a student?"

"But then again, I seem to have done a few decent things in my life. Fortunately, I accepted you as my student, so in the end it wasn't all in vain."

Pei Xingjian smiled and said, "You are much stronger than I was when I was young. You have ideals, bottom lines, perseverance, tenacity, and more importantly, you have a strong character. Many Confucian scholars have already thrown this away completely, whether they wear shoes or go barefoot. It's the same."

"I love listening to you. It helps boost your morale. Say a few more words so that your legs will have strength when I carry you back."

"Okay, listen carefully."

Pei Xingjian said, "Since you didn't die, then live well. Do something great in the future, and people in this world will remember that your teacher is Pei Xingjian. This way, when I face those two old bastards Liu Jinxun and Li Bufeng in the afterlife, I can still have face."

"What great things can I accomplish? I'll just be a burden wherever I go."

Yang Bai Ze's face was full of self-mockery and he didn't notice that the old man's eyes were struggling to move to the right, desperately hoping to see his face.

"That's only now, not in the future. When you feel tired and want to stop, don't think about me, think more about your master. Old man Zhang has taken so many wrong paths in his life and has been a burden so many times that I'm afraid even he himself can't count them all. But when you succeed, all the past sufferings will be ignored."

"When you were young, you whipped your horse and walked in the snow to look for flowers. That was just your own high spirits. When you return to the old capital in your old age, the silver moon and the withered trees are not necessarily great achievements that are admired by everyone."

Every word is sonorous and has a strong sound.

Even Yang Bai Ze, who was heartbroken at the moment, couldn't help but be shaken.

"Xiao Bai Ze, you have to walk your own path from now on."

“I’m afraid that one day I’ll make a mistake and not realize it, and there’s no way back.”

"Then just go on like this until the end. Why bother about so many things?"

A cynical smile suddenly appeared on the old man's face, and he shouted in an authentic Sichuan accent, imitating the words he had heard from others.

"I'm an old man, so why should you, a kid, be afraid of me? The world will be different soon. It won't be long. You just have to wait patiently. Do you understand?"

The voice was loud and resounding, echoing between the old city walls on both sides and the mountains of corpses and blood on the ground.

Yang Bai Ze sat up straight, gently hugged the old man's crooked body, and looked up at the sky above his head.

Rumble.
The sonic booms roared and the sharp and high-pitched sounds of suona echoed throughout the city.

Black and red lightning came from the northwest, cutting through the night and falling into Jinling.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying figure over ten feet tall fell from the sky, raising dust and smoke that covered the stars and the moon.

"I know."

A white-haired head rested on his shoulder.

Yang Bai Ze moved gently, carefully sweeping away the dust from his hair, smiling and talking to himself.

"Don't worry, don't be lazy."

(End of this chapter)