Martial Arts World Assassin

Chapter 12 Inheritance
Bao Chengxian is already in his early fifties this year. He was born into a family of generals in the Ming Dynasty and was a hereditary military officer. He originally guarded Liaodong for the Ming Dynasty. He was captured by the enemy chief Nurhaci and then surrendered. It has been fifteen years since then.

He, along with Ning Wanwo and Fan Wencheng, who were also surrendered Han officials, were listed as the three most hardcore civil officials and traitors. The advice they gave to the Qing Dynasty was directly proportional to the critical damage they inflicted on the Ming Dynasty.

Bao Chengxian's memorial was written in classical Chinese, and the order was from top to bottom and from right to left, which Huang Sixi found very uncomfortable.

He basically reads ten lines at a glance and is unwilling to guess the meaning of the words.

It was not until he read the middle of the memorial that he suddenly frowned.

There is a passage like this: "Last year, I returned from Korea and proposed to the emperor to advance into the Southern Dynasty this year. He was sincere and compassionate, and spoke from the heart, like a family member and a son. I dare not not use all my energy and thoughts to make the best use of my dullness..."

What I mean is that after returning from Korea last year, the Emperor wanted to launch a massive attack on Ming this year. The Emperor is sincere and open-hearted to me, just like a family member or a father and son. How dare I not devote all my energy and wisdom to assist him?
Huang Sixi thought to himself, you, Bao Chengxian, are already fifty years old, and the Tartar emperor is only how old? Huang Taiji is only forty-six this year, and you call him dad, which is truly filial piety.

Huang Sixi thought again that the Tartars launched the first major invasion of northern Zhili two years ago.

Last year, the Tartars did not use military force against the Ming Dynasty, but instead turned eastward and sent troops to conquer Korea.

The Tartars don't plan to sit idle this year. They are preparing to invade the south again.

"Is there going to be another war?"

Huang Sixi asked.

"If we don't fight, how can we reward the proud and brave soldiers of the Eight Banners? How can we stabilize the government?"

Bao Chengxian pointed out the root cause of the war in one sentence: "Last time we sent troops to the south, we fought as far as Northern Zhili and returned. This time we have more troops and more generals, and we expect to fight to the south of Northern Zhili."

"Who is the head coach?"

"Without a commander, the emperor has assigned the army to the left and right wings. The left wing is under the command of the Ninth Prince, and the emperor prefers Yuetuo Beile to lead the right wing, but he has not yet decided."

The Ninth Prince that Bao Chengxian mentioned was Prince Rui Dorgon.

Yuetuo was the eldest son of the great prince Daishan, and he made great contributions during the expedition against Korea last year.

In the original history, Yue Tuo was the commander of the right wing who invaded Ming in the 11th year of Chongzhen. After breaking through the gap, he marched straight in, burning, killing and looting along the way, and finally broke through Jinan Prefecture. The disaster he caused in the Central Plains was even worse than the last time he ravaged northern Zhili.

"Jing'er, why are you suddenly concerned about the war?"

Bao Chengxian put the brush on the inkstone, looked up at Huang Sixi, and planned to have a good talk: "In the past, when your father discussed military affairs with you, you didn't want to listen to a word."

Huang Sixi said with a smile, "Today when I went out for an outing, I met a few princes. They all carried guns and arrows, and had soldiers and horses following them. I felt very proud and wanted to join the army to lead the troops. I wonder if it is possible?"

Bao Chengxian's eyes lit up: "Jing'er wants to join the army, that's great."

Bao Chengxian knew that the Qing Dynasty placed the most importance on military merit, and he had long wanted his son to give up literature and take up military service. However, his son was arrogant and domineering, and he was afraid that he might cause trouble in the tent, so he let him stay at home.

Today, Bao Chengxian suddenly heard that his son had the idea of making progress, and he was very relieved: "I will go to the palace to meet His Majesty soon, and then I will ask His Majesty for a job for you. As long as you are willing to be a soldier, your father will pave the way for you."

"It's not long since noon. Does Your Majesty want to summon the ministers again?" Huang Sixi asked casually.

"The Emperor of the Qing Dynasty is not like the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. The rules of audience are not as strict. His Majesty is used to handling official business in the afternoon, and the ministers below must naturally cooperate."

Bao Chengxian finished speaking, his face slightly suspicious: "What's wrong with you? Have you been drinking? How can you not remember when your father went to court to see you?"

Huang Sixi pouted and said, "I didn't see the Tartars, why should I remember that?"

"presumptuous!"

Bao Chengxian slammed the table fiercely: "How dare you, a rebellious son, speak foul language to His Majesty!" "Huh?"

Huang Sixi looked sideways at Bao Chengxian and suddenly slapped him in the face: "Who are you angry with, old man?"

Bao Chengxian was slapped so hard that he saw stars.

I was also beaten so hard that I was stunned. I thought to myself, what is going on? My son hit me. You are so rebellious!
Bao Chengxian was so angry that he held the handle of the chair and was about to stand up, intending to teach his rebellious son a lesson.

It turned out that Huang Sixi raised the bamboo stick in his hand and tapped his abdomen quickly. He felt a strange force surging through his body, making his body as if struck by lightning. His body became stiff instantly and he could no longer move.

He opened his mouth to shout, but the bamboo stick hit his mute point. It was as if the sound was blocked in his mouth and no matter how hard he tried, no sound came out.

He was both shocked and frightened, staring at Huang Sixi with wide eyes. At this moment, he already had a premonition that this "rebellious son" in front of him might be an impostor.

Huang Sixi didn't let him guess any more. He reached out and touched his face, peeling off the mask, revealing his true appearance.

"Let me inform you of one thing first. I have killed your short-lived son, but you will be able to reunite with him in the underworld soon, so you don't have to be too sad."

When Bao Chengxian looked at Huang Sixi's unfamiliar appearance and heard the news of his son's death, his face suddenly twisted and revealed resentment and hatred.

Huang Sixi ignored him, picked up the memorial on the table, and hit him on the forehead twice:

"Do you know what you are writing? Even hundreds of years later, there will be people who will read this memorial and curse you as a traitor. If you present this memorial to the Tartar emperor, you will be infamous for eternity and cursed for generations to come!"

When Bao Chengxian heard these words, his original hatred disappeared immediately. He seemed to have understood Huang Sixi's identity.

More than a decade ago, he was still an official of the Ming Dynasty, receiving a salary from the Ming Dynasty. Now he has surrendered to foreign countries and is giving them advice on how to attack the Ming Dynasty. The Ming Dynasty sent people to kill him, and it is his own fault.

He suddenly closed his eyes and his face turned calm, as if he had expected this day to come.

Huang Sixi slapped him again with his backhand, but he was like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water. He did not show any emotion at all and acted as if he was ready to be killed.

Huang Sixi originally wanted to torture him, but in his heart he was thinking about the secret of the Beggar Gang's golden bowl.

Huang Sixi has been eager to inherit Shi Huolong's martial arts and is unwilling to wait even a moment longer.

He gave Bao Chengxian a quick death and hit his weak spot directly.

As soon as the old traitor was killed, Huang Sixi immediately took out the golden bowl from his arms. After a closer look, he found that the words on the bowl had completely changed.

The 'Master of the Bao Mansion' referred to in the original text of the Golden Bowl is undoubtedly Bao Chengxian.

As soon as Bao Chengxian died, the original text disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by the mantra of "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing".

Huang Sixi was filled with excitement. He sat down cross-legged in front of the desk and began to read: "The first palm of "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing" is 'The Dragon Will Regret'..."

At the same time, his mind began to recall Shi Huolong's practice of the "Kang Long You Hui" move.

He was immediately absorbed in it, completely forgetting himself.

He had never been so focused on one thing before as he was today. He felt that his surroundings no longer existed, and all he could see in front of him were dense palm shadows, sometimes pushing forward, sometimes circling, sometimes chopping down, and sometimes hitting from behind.

Wait until all these palm shadow exercises are finished.

A powerful and majestic force began to surge out from Huang Sixi's dantian, and rushed through his body like a raging wave.

(End of this chapter)