Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 372 Is this a case of giving someone a taste of their own medicine?
Without the resistance of his true energy, the cold wave froze Hong Sixiang's body in a breath of time, and he fell on the stone steps and was smashed into a pile of frozen corpses. The imperial guards who gathered at the bottom of the long steps, including the seventh-rank masters, were turned into ice sculptures if they were far away, and those who were close were shattered into bloody ice by the sword energy, covering the ground.

The subsequent arrows shot by Yan Xiaoyi were swept away by this sword energy, but the remaining force continued and went straight to the high wall.

"It's not the ninth rank, it's the grandmaster!"

Yan Xiaoyi was an expert in archery and had excellent eyesight. The moment Hong Sixiang was split in half by a sword, he realized how huge the gap in strength between the two was. He immediately withdrew, jumped off the high wall, and flew diagonally.

The two seventh-rank team leaders beside him were not so lucky. Although the sword energy was not directed at them, because they reacted too slowly, the cold air carried by the sword energy directly froze them.

The aftermath of the sword energy pierced through the high wall and continued forward. Yan Xiaoyi felt that something was wrong and knew that if he did nothing he would be hurt by the strong wind and cold air. He shouted hurriedly, bursting out his internal strength and swung his bow to resist.

puff.

There was a sound of explosion.

He groaned and flew out under the recoil, hitting the roof of the corridor next to him and crushing countless tiles. Fortunately, he managed to escape the influence of the sword energy and only suffered minor injuries.

so horrible.

This is definitely the combat power that only a grandmaster possesses!

Fortunately, he was hiding far away and had a high wall as a buffer. If he were in another environment, or even a few feet closer, his life would have been lost on the spot like Hong Sixiang.

Just as Yan Xiaoyi was feeling fear and relief, there was a slight rumbling sound from the top of the high wall, and several fist-sized bricks fell, followed by a louder and more dense noise, and finally with a loud bang, the whole wall collapsed. The two seventh-rank masters who were frozen by the cold and struggled to resist fell into the crack and were instantly buried by the rubble, and half of the back wall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation in front of the high wall also collapsed.

At the same time, clang, Yan Xiaoyi's bow shook, the bowstring broke, the bow body was covered with a layer of frost white, and there were tiny cracks underneath. Although the carved bow did not collapse, it was seriously damaged.

The power of this sword shook the imperial city.

Inside the Taiji Hall, Li Yunqian, still unshaven and unkempt, looked gloomily to the north with a distorted expression and hesitant eyes, his hands constantly stroking the rhinoceros skin on the bow arm that he had just completed yesterday.

Eunuch Hou stood by, holding his stomach with both hands, lowering his head slightly, not daring to breathe. He never expected that the assassin who disappeared in the daytime would appear again, and he went to the tiger mountain knowing that there was a tiger, and actually attacked the Hanguang Hall guarded by Eunuch Hong. And the loud noise just now, no one knew who caused it, and the whole Taiji Hall shook three times.

Outside the Taiji Hall, the imperial guards surrounded the entire building in three layers, and the general in charge of delivering the message had already ridden a fast horse to inform Ye Chong, the garrison commander of Kyoto, to protect the emperor.

In the East Palace, Crown Prince Li Chengqian ran to the door with his shoes on and his sleeves swung wildly. He opened the palace door with both hands, looked at the northern sky and muttered to himself, "What happened? Who can tell me what happened?"

The young eunuch standing in the corridor stammered, "Your Highness, it's from Hanguang Palace, but...it could be the assassin from the daytime."

"Hasn't he run away yet?!"

Li Chengqian was horrified. Ninety-nine percent of the assassins who had sneaked into the palace in the past were killed by Gong Dian and Yan Xiaoyi. Not many of them could alarm Hong Sixiang. Even Si Gu Jian, the grandmaster of Dongyi City, had to return in shock after three attempts. Now, a mere ninth-rank official did not even feel lucky for his good fortune and quickly escape from the city, but instead took advantage of the dark and windy night to launch a surprise attack?
Outside the imperial city, in a large house in the southeast, the second prince Li Chengze, dressed in brocade clothes and barefoot, was leaning on the table in a very indecent manner, reading A Dream of Red Mansions by candlelight. He was about to tell his good study partner Xie Bian to pick the wick when he suddenly looked up with a look of surprise and looked towards the northwest.

"The vibration just now was...the palace?"

Xie Bian was a ninth-rank master after all, and his hearing was much better than that of the second prince. He held his sword and said in a deep voice: "If I'm not mistaken, it should be the direction of Hanguang Palace."

"Ha, ha, ha, Xie Bian, do you know what you are saying?" Li Chengze raised his little finger to stroke his naughty hair, and laughed a little wantonly: "If I were an assassin, I would rather go to Taiji Hall than Hanguang Hall."

Xie Bian knew why he said that, because in Taiji Hall there was at most Yan Xiaoyi, and Hanguang Hall was the residence of the empress dowager, who was accompanied by Hong Sixiang, the grand master of the imperial court, a figure who could even scare away Si Gu Jian. Going there to cause trouble was almost like being tired of living.

"It's the Hanguang Palace."

Xie Bian said this in a decisive and straightforward manner.

Li Chengze stopped smiling, put away his smile, climbed over the wooden table barefoot, stood on the platform facing the water, and looked towards the north.

"You said... that person... was arranged by the Emperor?"

"I don't know."

Li Chengze touched the cool railing and said, "If this is to find a reason to go to war with Northern Qi, isn't this a bit too much?"

"..."

In the Fan Mansion in the southwest of the imperial city, Wu Zhu and Fan Xian stood in the small hall with a waterwheel humidifier and a view of the night sky.

The latter pointed in the direction of the imperial city: "The sound just now..."

Wu Zhu, who was blindfolded with a black cloth, said expressionlessly, "Very strong."

"Is it... Hong Sixiang?"

"I don't know." "What about the vibration just now?"

"Sword Qi"

"Sword Qi? Can sword Qi cause such a violent vibration?"

"I guess... it should be the destruction of the palace wall."

"This old eunuch is too strong."

Fan Xian mourned in his heart for the Northern Qi assassin who had injured him earlier. If a ninth-rank warrior could kill Emperor Qing, Si Gu Jian would not have returned empty-handed after three attempts to enter the city.

Wu Zhu did not respond to his sigh, but looked up at the night sky.

"Uncle Wuzhu, do you feel that the temperature seems to have dropped a little?"

"Have it?"

Fan Xian glanced at the slightly swaying leaves in the yard and thought it might be his illusion.

the other side.

Inside the Hanguang Palace.

The empress dowager, wearing a silver-gray long-sleeved robe, with white hair and a goose-skinned face, sat on a couch on the high platform in the middle, with her back against a fan-patterned screen. The palace maids standing below were standing, but their legs were weak and they were shaking constantly, because an assassin in black was walking towards them step by step from the palace gate with a sword in his hand.

"Where is Hong Sixiang? Where is Hong Sixiang?"

"Death without a whole body."

Chu Pingsheng answered casually.

"How...how is it possible..."

The old man raised his robe sleeves, pointed at him tremblingly and said, "Come... someone, take the assassin, take him down..."

"Don't waste your energy. All the guards in front of the palace are dead."

The old woman looked pale and murmured to herself: "Impossible, impossible..."

She couldn't imagine that there was an assassin who could kill Hong Sixiang?
"impossible?"

Chu Pingsheng curled his lips. In fact, Hong Sixiang's level of true Qi was quite good, slightly weaker than Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo in Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils. But the problem was, strong true Qi did not mean strong combat effectiveness. Zhang Wuji, who had learned the Nine Yang Divine Art, was much stronger than Miejue, but on the way to Bright Summit, wasn't he still beaten like a dog by Miejue?

"Sixteen years ago, you should have had a hand in Ye Qingmei's death."

Emperor Qing took advantage of the hatred of the Queen's family towards Fan Xian's mother Ye Qingmei, and after luring Wu Zhu, Fan Jian, Chen Pingping and others away from the capital, he burned Ye Qingmei, who had just given birth and was extremely weak, to death in Taiping Villa. Afterwards, he slaughtered all the Queen's family in order to cover up his tracks and silence them.

The Queen Mother was the person with the highest status in Kyoto besides the Queen at that time. She had a master like Hong Sixiang as her servant. How could she not know the movements of the Queen's party? It was possible that she was the mastermind behind the Qin family and the Queen's party's attack on Taiping Villa.

"You...you are not an assassin from Northern Qi. You...you are here to avenge...Ye Qingmei?"

He moved forward step by step, and his murderous aura forced the old woman to lean back little by little, until her head was pressed against the backrest of the phoenix couch, with no room for retreat.

A palace maid on the left plucked up her courage, picked up a copper pot and smashed it at Chu Pingsheng. He lightly pointed at her, and the sword energy pierced her throat. She instantly fell to the ground dead. The copper pot fell to the ground with a thud and rolled towards the palace door.

The old woman shuddered with fear, perhaps imagining the copper kettle was her own head.

The remaining three maids screamed, collapsed to the ground, and trembled with fear, not daring to look up at him.

"I'm not here to avenge Ye Qingmei."

Chu Pingsheng wondered what was wrong with Ye Qingmei. As a fellow time traveler, if Ye Qingmei dared to block his way, it was unlikely that he would show mercy to her and let her live.

Having said that, Ye Qingmei probably read very little history. A person like Wang Mang, who was born into a social reform family and touched the cheese of the powerful, could not escape a violent death. She herself was not a grandmaster who possessed the military power to conquer the world. How could she succeed in promoting the value of equality for all in a world with a deep feudal ideology?

Either you are the best in the world, and you can defeat ten people with your strength, or you can start a rebellion like Huang Chao, kill all the nobles and powerful people in the world, and use like-minded people to promote your own ideas and will. This kind of operation of giving martial arts secrets to people you can talk to is purely childish and ridiculous. Ordinary people will have a deep friendship with this friend this year, drink with that friend next year, and change to another group of people the year after. Relying on making friends with the powerful to instill your own ideas and influence others to take a completely new path is tantamount to tying your head to someone else's waist.

(End of this chapter)