Ming Dynasty Detective 1546

Chapter 19: The murderer is captured and the case is closed
Mo Dangyong, a rebel minister of Annan, was the founding monarch of the ancient Northern Dynasty of Vietnam in history.

Now that he had murdered his lord, Emperor Le Cong, he had taken the crucial step to the throne from King An Hung. However, due to the many opponents in the country, the rule of the Mac Dynasty was still unstable.

Mo Dengyong came from a poor family and made a living by fishing since he was a child. Later, because of his strong physique and strong martial arts skills, he passed the military examination and became a guard. He was promoted step by step and finally won military power by conquering the east and the west.

The adopted sons this man took in from the army were all brave men. He used talents in a non-discriminatory manner and they were collectively called the Thirteen Guardians.

Mo Zhengyong ranked third. In addition to being brave, he also had strategy. This time, Mo Dengyong instructed him to stop the Li family's envoys and prevent them from seeking foreign aid from the Ming Dynasty.

He did everything almost perfectly along the way.

Except for two things.

One is that the siblings Li Weining and Li Yuying escaped.

But it was the other party's guards who sacrificed their lives. Naturally, the Li family also had loyal and brave people who fought to the death and escorted the two people to escape despite the attack of the killer group.

The second is to choose a student from Dongpo Academy to frame him.

I thought he was just an insignificant little person, but I never expected that he would fall into the hands of the other party?

Do not!
it's not finished yet!
"This general has been through many battles, how can I not be able to defeat a mere Ming Dynasty scholar?"

When the fight really started, Mo Zhengyong cast aside all distractions, leaving only the valor and blood of a life-and-death fight.

Going into battle alone is a life-or-death situation.

An inch longer, an inch stronger. A knife is at an absolute disadvantage against a spear. However, the use of any weapon depends on the individual.

Mo Zhengyong was obviously a veteran of many battles. His steps were agile and his sword was carried with him. He narrowly avoided the first two shots and used the narrow space of the prison to limit the power of the spear. In the blink of an eye, he approached Hai Yue.

"Oh!"

Hai Yue blocked with her spear, and with a dull sound, the tip of the knife collided with the gun body, and her knuckles trembled.

"He's not as strong as me! I was just a coward. I should have attacked him earlier! So what if I found out? Kill him, then use the name of the diplomatic corps to set fire to the government office and completely destroy the Li family's reputation!!"

After a fight, Mo Zhengyong's confidence increased sharply, and his sword became more and more fierce. He attacked with every move, and the sword flashed like lightning, going straight to the opponent's vital points.

Compared to Mo Zhengyong's imposing manner, Hai Yue's moves were moderate and calm, neither hurried nor slow. Although she seemed to have few offensive moves, she stood firm at the door of the prison.

At the same time, the wind from the gun roared, trapping the opponent, making it impossible for them to advance or retreat.

After just a dozen rounds, the grim smile on Mo Zhengyong's face froze.

"No! This guy is following the inner family's path!"

It wasn't obvious at first, but Mo Zhengyong soon discovered that with every collision of the weapons, there seemed to be a strange force that was constantly penetrating towards him.

The feeling is like thin needles passing through silk threads, following the smallest weak points and drilling into the body.

This is internal strength. Although it is not as strong and domineering as external martial arts, it is continuous and pervasive.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo—"

As the fight went on, Mo Zhengyong's chest and abdomen began to feel stuffy, and he urgently wanted to exhale the foul air.

But at the moment of fierce confrontation, he dared not disrupt the rhythm at all, so that his chest became heavier, his steps became slower, and his breathing became louder.

"This traitorous general is indeed a skilled warrior. Fortunately, he is suited to battlefield combat and lacks the inner cultivation skills. I can win this battle!"

After more than ten rounds, Haiyue was already confident.

According to his father Hai Hao, the number one warrior in Qionghai, although he has a good talent for martial arts, he is still young and his martial arts attainments are only mediocre, so he must not be proud or complacent.

In Haiyue's own opinion, An Chan Zhilong, who has been focusing on one martial art since childhood, has not yet cultivated the third level of strength, which is indeed just average.

When facing off against a master, he couldn't help but get nervous, and even considered backing out. After all, this wasn't just a normal martial arts exchange; it was a life-or-death clash.

But when he followed An Chan Zhi Long's inner breath to make his moves, this inner training that he had practiced since childhood made his mind unexpectedly calm and peaceful.

The ancient times were not as peaceful as the later times. People practiced martial arts to protect themselves. If they were not brave enough to face a battle with relatively small risks, they would collapse in an instant when they were really exposed to wind and rain. Practicing martial arts for years was purely to pass the time and comfort themselves.

Now it is just right to use this murderer to accumulate experience in facing the enemy, as another capital to make a living!

Hai Yue's mind raced as she realized that the opponent was disturbed by the internal force and his steps were disordered. She immediately switched from defense to offense, and the momentum of her spear was like a rainbow. The momentum and inch force complemented each other, like a river bursting its banks, unstoppable, going straight for the opponent's vital points.

"Hah-woooo!"

Mo Zhengyong immediately realized that something was wrong, and while roaring, he suddenly exhaled the foul air that was blocking his chest. As a result, along with the foul air, a bloody smell suddenly surged into his throat.

Although the foul air was clearly exhaled, the heavy feeling in the chest did not ease at all. Instead, a sharp pain spread completely, churning through the internal organs and causing unbearable pain.

Before he could adjust, Haiyue's spear tip had already touched the back of the knife. Mo Zhengyong's body trembled violently, and a mouthful of blood spurted out: "Puff!!"

"Hostages...last chance..."

Without thinking, he rolled over on the ground and rolled towards the corner.

Capture Li Yuying, take her hostage, and threaten the other party!
At the beginning, when the two men confronted each other, Mo Zhengyong was not sure whether he would reveal a flaw when capturing the hostage and be stabbed by the other party.

Once Hai Yue no longer cares about the life or death of Princess Annan, he will never be able to take the initiative.

But now, having lost the head-on confrontation, this was the last chance.

"You don't stand a chance!"

However, Haiyue had anticipated this, and she sprinted forward and fired a shot.

"Snapped!"

Mo Zhengyong's knife flew out of his hand, spinning. Seeing the spear approaching, he shouted out his last words in desperation: "My Mo family can also go on an envoy..."

"Maybe before you kill my Ming people! Now... it's too late!"

The image of the "prince" with a warm smile and a love for Journey to the West emerged in her mind. Hai Yue finally became furious and stabbed Mo Zhengyong's right shoulder with a spear.

Then do the same on the other side.

"what--!!"

The shrill screams echoed inside and outside.

The incident of Annan's envoy has become a big deal. Not only the three government offices in Guangdong Province, but even the capital may have been alarmed. The culprit cannot be killed directly, but we can take the opportunity to depose him.

There is no such thing in this world that if you pierce your scapula and lose all your martial arts skills, you can recover your skills by untying the chains. Once you are disabled, you are disabled. You can no longer use the strength of your shoulders and even live a normal life.

Hai Yue fired a final shot, ruthlessly, and Mo Zhengyong slammed hard against the wall. He collapsed like mud and fainted.

Li Yuying had been hiding in the corner, unable to help, but also unable to make things worse.

At this moment, I stared at this scene in a daze, as if I couldn't believe that such a sudden turn of events actually happened.

"Thank you... sir... wuwuwu... evil thief! Evil thief!!"

Seeing that Mo Zhengyong was really knocked down, she rushed over and kicked him with great anger, tears streaming down her face as she kicked.

There was no time to comfort the princess who was crying bitterly, as noise was heard outside.

When the prefect Gu Shanjie and the prosecutor Shao Jing arrived with officers, they saw one prisoner unconscious, another crying, and the last prisoner standing tall and graceful, clasping his fists elegantly: "Thankfully, I have fulfilled my mission. The truth of the case has been revealed, and the murderer has been apprehended!"

(End of this chapter)