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Chapter 297: Heartbreak and Difficulty

Everyone was stunned when they heard Zhang Junbao's words.

Even though some people had their families destroyed by Jia Sidao and Zhao Yu, and they already hated them in their hearts, they still hesitated to step forward at this time.

You must know that the identity of the person tied up on the high platform is Zhao Yu, an official of the Song Dynasty. He is the Nine-Five Supreme and the True Dragon Emperor!

A philosophy has been instilled in them from birth.

The emperor is the one destined by fate to rule the world and control the world. He is born different from the untouchables like them. Even a hair is more important than the lives of the untouchables like them.

At this time, this most noble person was tied to a high platform like a dead dog, letting them do whatever they wanted.

This scene is almost like a dream.

A butcher's face turned pale. He held the butcher's knife tightly in his hand, with endless hatred in his eyes.

The Butcher was also a passionate patriot at the time. He raised his son from an early age and instilled in him the concept of serving the country with loyalty.

Naturally, all kinds of support for Xiangyang have been repeatedly blocked.

Without Jia Sidao as a backer, who would dare to mess with such a critical armament?

He held it tightly, with veins popping out in his skinny hands, and the nails of his thumbs had pierced into the flesh.

Originally, this was nothing. The Butcher also understood that the battlefield was changing rapidly, and life and death depended on destiny. Perhaps dying on the battlefield was his son's fate.

The belief that the emperor is supreme has long been engraved in the minds of every common people like a stamp of thought.

The emperor has no moral principles and is a traitor who manipulates power. If these eight simple words are implemented in reality, it is unknown how many tragedies have been caused.

Since the old man dared to stand on the high platform, he had already been mentally prepared. How could Zhao Fu's sweet words shake the old man's iron determination.

There is not much content in the letter, only a dying man's longing for his father.

Later, as he wished, his son successfully joined the army ten years ago and became a border guard.

He has always been proud of his son after he joined the army, but three years ago he received a blood-stained letter, which was his son's final letter.

Along with it came the news that the Mongols invaded the border and marched southward, and the army his son belonged to was completely wiped out, with no one left alive. Even this suicide note was found on his son's body.

Until an old woman with gray hair couldn't stand it anymore. She pushed the shoulder of an old man next to her: "Master, give me the knife and let me do it. Anyway, I don't have a few years to live." Come on. If you get retribution, you will get retribution, I will fight for it!"

"I won't give it. Revenge for the baby is not just your business.

But everyone is hesitating.

Zhao Yu couldn't help but feel endless fear in his heart when he looked at the old man's firm eyes.

In order to continue to enjoy himself, he actually told Zhao Hu that the northern troops had retreated, Xiangyang was safe and did not need any support.

At that time, Xiangyang was besieged by the Mongolian and Yuan armies for a year and a half. There was a military crisis at the border. Logically speaking, given the strategic position of Xiangyang City, the government and the opposition should work together to overcome the difficulties.

The old man held a hatchet in his hand.

It is easy to destroy the gods in the temple, but it is difficult to destroy the gods in the heart.

The old man's son was a Xiangyang defender and died in the battle to defend Xiangyang City half a year ago.

How could a pariah like him dare to wield a knife against the almighty emperor?
There are not many people who have experienced this.

In their view, the emperor is a noble person favored by heaven. If despicable people like them dare to wield a knife against a noble person, they will definitely suffer retribution. Even the martial arts heroes who always lick blood from their swords and disregard life and death dare not take the lead at this time. Take this step.

But even so, his feet remained motionless as if they were stuck into the ground.

As long as you, my father-in-law, are willing to put down the hatchet in your hand, I will definitely give you a reward when I return to the palace, so that you can enjoy endless glory and wealth throughout your life! "

But even he doesn't dare to go on stage and swing this sword now.

He hated Jia Shidao to the point of gnashing his teeth.

Even if there was any concubine in the court who was short-sighted enough to mention this matter to Zhao Chen, she would become a corpse the next day.

And if we don’t kill this foolish king, we don’t know how many poor people like babies there will be in the world in the future. "

Yes, Zhao Fu did not do any evil deeds after he ascended the throne, but he was greedy for pleasure and ignored government affairs. Letting Jia Sidao take power was the biggest evil thing he did.

The armors, swords and guns given to this army by the imperial court are all defective. Normally there is no problem, but once they go through a long battle, they will easily break. Use such weapons to fight against the wolves and tigers of the Mongolian Yuan people. It's no different than seeking death.

Before leaving, he also told his son that his head could be cut off and his blood could be shed, but not an inch of his country should be given away.

Under this kind of power oppression, no one in the entire court dared to openly discuss border military affairs in the court hall.

It wasn't until he heard the old woman's words that the old man woke up from a dream.

But the protective umbrella over those who profited from this group of armaments was Jia Sidao.

There is no deep grudge between me and you. I have been staying in the palace since I became the emperor, and I have never done anything evil. Why do you have to be at odds with me, father-in-law?

But later he learned from the family members of other soldiers who died in the battle that the reason why his son's army was completely wiped out was because of problems with the armaments.

The butcher has also read books for several years, so he naturally knows who is the source of everything.

"My father-in-law, you must calm down!

But Jia Sidao actually concealed all the news about Xiangyang City.

The old man stepped onto the high platform step by step, and stood in front of Zhao Yu with an old kitchen knife in his hand.

Of course, this matter was not done by Jia Sidao. With his level, he had too many channels to enrich his own pockets, and he would not have done anything like this.

However, even so, the defenders of Xiangyang City managed to defend Xiangyang City in the difficult situation of being cut off from food and grass and without reinforcements.

However, in this arduous battle to defend the city, the defenders of Xiangyang City lost an unknown number of people in battle, and an unknown number of people in the city starved to death.

The old man's son was also one of them. He didn't even have enough to eat, so he fought against the Mongolian and Yuan army. He was stabbed eighteen times on the city wall and died.

If you want to ask which city in the world the people hate the most, then the people of Xiangyang City must do their part.

The old man raised the hatchet in his hand, as if chopping wood, and slashed forward with a gesture that had long been engraved in his bones.

The sharp hatchet struck Zhao Yu's shoulder, cutting off his arm from the shoulder joint to the root. The bright red blood spilled out like a waterfall, dyeing the entire wooden platform blood red.

Seeing this scene, the onlookers seemed to be waking up from a dream.

"That foolish king is bleeding, that foolish king is actually bleeding!"

"The Nine-Fifth Supreme Lord, the True Dragon Emperor, turns out to be nothing more than that. If you are cut by a knife, you will feel pain, bleed, and die!"

Everyone was so restless that they rushed to the stage.

The old man's sword seemed to cut off the shackles in everyone's hearts.

What you are talking about about being born noble and what is different between noble and humble is bullshit. They are not all the same people. They will all draw blood if you cut them with a knife.

The butcher took the lead and showed his butcher's knife, and slashed directly at Jia Sidao's neck.

But he was blocked by another heroic man in white with a beard holding the sword hilt in his hand: "Brother, don't worry, if you kill this thief with one sword like this, it won't give him an advantage."

As he spoke, the hero pulled out the sharp sword in his hand, and the sword light rolled towards Jia Sidao like wind and snow, and in an instant, the flesh and blood on half of his arm was cut into hundreds of thin slices.

The hero shook the sword in his hand, and pieces of meat fell to the ground, revealing Jia Sidao's white forearm bones.

"This is the right thing to do. Kill them slowly, little by little. That's how they should die."

The screams of Jia Sidao and Zhao Yu were even more pitiful than those of pigs being slaughtered during the New Year, and each sound was louder than the other.

But when the people around him heard this voice, they didn't feel any soft-hearted. Instead, they showed the joy of getting revenge.

Under the guidance of the hero in white, everyone on stage landed their butcher knives on less lethal places.

But even if it wasn't fatal, one stab at each of the hundreds of people rushing onto the stage was enough to kill two people.

Soon the screams gradually subsided, then turned into whines, and then disappeared completely.

After everyone dispersed, there were only two bones left on the high platform.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Junbao nodded gently. The best way to get rid of the god in his heart was to kill the god himself.

In fact, Zhang Junbao wants the whole world to judge the pair of treacherous kings and traitors together, so that the people of the world can directly participate in voting to decide whether the treacherous kings and traitors will live or die.

If everyone participated in the trial of the emperor, how many people would be able to continue to regard the imperial power as superior.

It's a pity that his current magical power is not enough. Although it is not his limit to cover a Xiangyang City with his thoughts, he wants to spread his spiritual thoughts throughout the Song Dynasty and transmit the sound to everyone's ears. For him, It's still too difficult.

He would have to survive at least two more thunder tribulations before he could do it.

Although the tyrant emperor and the treacherous minister have been executed, the matter is far from over. It is easy to kill them both with Zhang Junbao's magical powers, but this can only be regarded as the first step in changing the dynasty. If the plan of changing the dynasty is implemented under the current conditions, there will be many things that will give Zhang Junbao a headache.

Just when Zhang Junbao was about to come to Lin'an City to deal with the follow-up matters, a group of people suddenly walked out of the crowd.

Zhang Junbao knew their identities with just a glance of his mind. They were actually monks from the Shaolin Temple.

After Abbot Tianming walked up to Zhang Junbao, he stretched out his hand and pulled off the hair cover on his head, revealing a bald head.

The Shaolin Temple monk behind him also followed the abbot's movements and pulled off the hair bandage on his head.

Abbot Tianming performed a Buddhist salute to Zhang Junbao: "Amitabha, the poor monk Tianming has met Master Zhang."

Zhang Junbao nodded with a cold expression: "I haven't seen Abbot Tianming for a long time. I don't know what you are doing here. I remember that Xiangyang City does not seem to welcome Shaolin monks."

The surrounding crowd also let out exclamations of surprise.

"They are actually monks from Shaolin Temple. How did they get in? Didn't it mean that Miss Guo Xiang had already issued an order not to allow Shaolin monks to enter Xiangyang City!"

"How courageous! There is such an unpleasant quarrel between Master Zhang and the Shaolin Temple, and they actually dare to appear in front of Master Zhang!"

"Yes! Especially after Master Zhang killed the real dragon!

Darling, Mr. Zhang even dares to kill a real dragon. How brave is their Shaolin Temple! Dare you hit Master Zhang’s knife edge at this time!
If Master Zhang takes action in a rage, the entire Shaolin Temple may be reduced to ashes! "

The discussions of the people around him reached Abbot Tianming's ears, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

How come he doesn't know this truth? Considering the relationship between Shaolin and Zhang Junbao, there will definitely be no good results when he appears in front of Zhang Junbao.

If there was a choice, he wouldn't want to do it, but for the thousand-year inheritance of Shaolin Temple, he had to take a gamble.

Of course, this is because Abbot Tianming knows that with Master Jueyuan in charge, Zhang Junbao will not really do anything to the Shaolin Temple. Otherwise, he would not dare to do so even if Abbot Tianming was given ten more courages.

Just now, while Zhang Junbao met Lin'an City, he had quietly contacted Zen Master Wu Se and asked Zen Master Wu Se if Zhang Junbao was willing to forgive Shaolin for his sake and Master Jue Yuan's sake.

Zen Master Wu Se's answer was of course unwilling. This answer shattered the last bit of luck in Abbot Tianming's heart.

Of course, what Abbot Tianming didn't know was that Zen Master Wu Se didn't really ask Zhang Junbao to forgive Shaolin after he came to Xiangyang City.

Because he really couldn't open his mouth, after all, no matter how you look at it, this matter is really shameless!

Moreover, Zen Master Wu Se could also feel from Zhang Junbao's attitude that even if he opened his mouth, the answer he would get would only be unwillingness.

Abbot Tianming's eyes were full of determination. He had already made a desperate move for the centuries-old inheritance of Shaolin Temple: "This poor monk came to Xiangyang City with an unmerciful invitation."

"Since it's an unkind invitation, there's no need to say anything."

Before Abbot Tianming finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Zhang Junbao.

But Abbot Tianming did not stop. He directly ignored Zhang Junbao's words and continued: "I want to ask Master Zhang to forgive me and forgive me, Shaolin Temple."

Zhang Junbao shook his head: "After getting the Yi Jin Jing, the relationship between me and the Shaolin Temple has been clear for a long time. Why should I say forgiveness?"

Abbot Tianming's eyes showed joy: "In this case, I beg Master Zhang to treat everyone equally and teach me the Shaolin Golden Pill Martial Arts."

Zhang Junbao sneered: "Abbot Tianming, do you think I owe you Shaolin Temple anything, or am I, Zhang Junbao, a very mean person?

It’s true that things are clear between us. You don’t owe me, and I don’t owe you.

But why should I teach you Jindan Martial Arts?
Shaolin is not even willing to let me learn Arhat Boxing from a crappy book, and the power of Jindan Martial Arts is tens of millions of times better than Arhat Boxing. But you actually have the nerve to ask me to teach you Jindan Martial Arts. How on earth do you have the nerve to say this? Open.

If, Abbot Tianming, you came to Xiangyang City this time just to talk about this matter, then you can go back now,"

(End of this chapter)