Zongwu: Invincible from Huang Rong

That man was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, his eyes glowed with blue and red light, his hair fluttered in the air like blazing white light, he was as wild as a snake, his posture was majestic, and when he opened his mouth, a murderous aura filled the hall.

Ajiu didn't know this person, but the emperor of the Ming Dynasty had only been passed down to the third generation (ignoring Jianwen), so how could he not guess who this murderous person was?

He immediately stood up from the throne, bowed and said: "Ajiu greets Grandpa Emperor~"

Faster than her were Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui. Almost the moment Zhu Yuanzhang appeared, they subconsciously knelt on the ground, their faces pale and shaking like sieves.

You have to know that these princes and grandchildren of the emperor all grew up with Zhu Yuanzhang. When they were young, they were beaten by Zhu Yuanzhang a lot, and only the eldest one was beaten less...

"Well, not bad, not bad. You, girl, handle state affairs in a way that suits my taste. Sit down. I won't beat you up." Zhu Yuanzhang stroked his beard with satisfaction. His eyes gradually moved to the kneeling Han and Zhao kings. His eyes gradually turned into full of hostility. He snorted coldly, "You two are useless. How did the fourth brother teach his sons? One is exhausted, the other two are useless, and the other is like a turtle grandson, hiding his head and showing his tail!"

Well, Zhu Yuanzhang was fair. At least he didn't distinguish between legitimate and illegitimate children when scolding his grandson. His eyes fell on Zhu Zhanji, who was slow to realize the situation, and his eyes became more and more dissatisfied: "How come you don't even know martial arts? Even if you are not a god, you should at least be a grandmaster. It's too weak to be a literati!"

"Grandpa, my great-grandson is a brave man, but I don't like to fight against one person. I like to use the method of deploying soldiers and generals to fight against tens of thousands of people!" Zhu Zhanji was in front of Zhu Di at the time. As soon as he said the witty remark, he was suppressed by the pressure and fell down.

Zhu Yuanzhang instantly appeared in front of him, and the innate Xuan Yang Qi and acquired Xuan Yin Qi in his eyes, which had long since merged into Ziwei Zhen Qi, separated again and hit Zhu Zhanji one after another.

"Ah!" Zhu Zhanji screamed, feeling as if his internal organs were burning, as if a ball of hot air was burning and swirling inside his body. He just wanted to look up to the sky and roar to vent his emotions, but his whole body was enveloped by the acquired mysterious Yin Qi and turned into a flawless piece of black ice.

"My nephew... Grandpa!" Zhu Gaoxu was impulsive. Seeing his nephew, whom he had grown up with, being "tortured" by Zhu Yuanzhang, he subconsciously wanted to stand up. However, after looking into Zhu Yuanzhang's stern eyes, he knelt down again after standing halfway and said anxiously, "Grandpa, this child is the most intelligent child of the fourth generation of our Zhu family..."

"I know," Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Gaoxu meaningfully, said three words in a calm tone, then took away the black ice with a flick of his sleeves, turned to look at the officials, grinned and said: "We will leave for Jiangnan now. No matter how you arrange the relief personnel, we will not see food in ten days. Those who are above the assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue will be exterminated from the three clans. There is not enough food. Check the assets of all the families in the Ministry of Revenue, including those in the three clans. If there are wealthy merchants or rich families, no matter what their relationship is, they will all be regarded as corrupt, their property will be confiscated, and they will be demoted to slavery!"

"The Ministry of Works is ordered to come up with a good disaster relief plan. If no good plan is found within half a month, they will be punished for dereliction of duty."

One extremely bloody policy after another came out of Zhu Yuanzhang's mouth. The lightest crime was punishable by immediate death, while the most serious crime would be the extermination of three generations of the family, confiscation of property, etc.

However, none of the civil and military officials opposed it as they had done before. They all knelt on the ground like insects.

Seeing the officials like this, Zhu Yuanzhang snorted with disdain, waved his sleeves and left the court. His eyes fell on Ah Jiu and said, "You did a good job, but you are too soft-hearted. Those who opposed you just now should just have their property confiscated. Finding evidence of their crimes is a matter for the future. How dare you threaten to dismiss them? They are just spoiled!"

Ajiu smiled bitterly and said, "Ajiu has inherited the legacy of his ancestors. Forced by the situation, I don't have the courage of the emperor's grandfather." While speaking, he glanced at Zhu Gaoxu and the other two who were kneeling on the ground.

Zhu Yuanzhang was so bright that he could see her movements. He knew what she meant and waved his hand and said with a smile, "Don't worry. There are two saints standing behind you. Our Ming Kingdom will be worry-free in the short term."

Without waiting for Ajiu to ask for the specific reason, Zhu Yuanzhang had already rolled up Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui with his sleeves, and his body flashed into the distance and stepped into the blue sky.

But there was still a hearty voice echoing in the hall: "Girl, your grandfather will take these two guys to provide disaster relief first, and you can ask your man about the rest."

Ah Jiu knew it very well that it was not what he did that satisfied the Emperor, but that the Emperor acquiesced to his throne for Su Yun's sake!

She waved her hand somewhat listlessly to send Cao Zhengchun and Zhu Wusi away, leaving her alone sitting on the dragon throne, pursing her lips stubbornly.

I don't know how long I waited, but in the flickering candlelight in the hall, a figure appeared beside me and sat down on the dragon throne without any hesitation.

Su Yun hugged Ajiu's slender waist. It was not the first time that he had seen Ajiu wearing the dragon and phoenix robe, but every time he saw her, he had an indescribable impulse.

Among all the nations in the Nine Provinces, seven heroes are the most respected. It can be said that Jiu is one of the few people with the highest status in the entire continent. The luxurious clothes on his body excite him more than those top-notch sexy clothes.

"Yun Lang, I met Grandpa Huang today, and he said I did a good job." Jiu leaned obediently on Su Yun, letting his hands reach in through his clothes and play with the plump and smooth breasts. There was a little confusion in his tone: "But I always feel that he did this for your sake, so... um~"

Su Yun didn't wait for Jiu to finish, and directly kissed her soft lips forcefully, their long hot tongues entangled together, teasing each other flexibly like tug-of-war, bringing each other warm comfort, "Why think so much? Do you think that with his personality, he will really praise you against his will for my sake?"

"Yes, he is the emperor's grandfather!"

Ajiu's eyes were full of admiration, and the haze in his heart was swept away by a few words. He then glanced at Su Yun charmingly and snorted, "You have been busy practicing dual cultivation with Lianxing, Yaoyue and others these days, and finally you remembered me~" Her tone was coquettish, but there was not much complaint. She put one hand into her pants, and her proactive look did not seem like an emperor.

Su Yun also took the opportunity to pick her up and put her directly on the imperial desk.

Ah Jiu turned over and knelt, lying on the table with her buttocks raised, looking back with an alluring smile, stretching out her feet, gently teasing Xiao Su Yun, "Hurry up, I miss you~"

Su Yun lifted up the imperial robe, but saw that there were water marks on the bright yellow trousers underneath. He reached out and pulled them down, and the red valley between the snow-white ones was truly extremely tempting.

"You are so naughty~ Good Ah Jiu, you look like an emperor at all, you are clearly a seductress who brings disaster to the country~ Hiss~ You bite so hard!"

Chapter 12: Masters from all sides, the thirteen wings of Yuan Meng

Inside the Tongsheng Temple, on the imperial desk where memorials should have been placed, Jiu, who was wearing a yellow robe with dragon and phoenix, had her eyes rolled back. Her alluring red tongue danced with her swaying waist, and the charming hum that penetrated deep into the bone marrow and seduced the heart rose and fell from her alluring red lips, composing a beautiful movement. This should have been the most solemn place in the world, but at this moment it was composing the primitive instincts of mankind.

The sound of water like fish leaping echoed in the hall, and drops of water fell on the imperial desk with each rise and fall, splashing some tiny water droplets.

The spring breeze brought good luck, and the yin and yang merged in the entire Tongsheng Temple. The imperial desk and the dragon throne were left with traces of the battle between Su Yun and Ajiu.

Su Yun hugged Ajiu, enjoying the brief afterglow of the war. Their breathing was long and they seemed to be one with each other.

"What exactly is going on? Why would the emperor... come back?" Ajiu originally wanted to say that he came back from the dead, but when he thought of the omnipresent feeling when Zhu Yuanzhang appeared, he had to change his words to "come back."

Su Yun pinched the grapes, gently twisting and picking them, with a slight sneer on his face, and said, "It's nothing more than a certain sky getting impatient. In order to avoid being replaced by another sky, it can only choose to cast a wide net, hoping to suppress the blood disaster brought by the grassland."

Ah Jiu's eyes were filled with coquettishness, and her beautiful face was flushed with charm. She slapped his mischievous hand away without any hesitation, and said in a gentle but majestic voice: "The grassland is vast, with hundreds of tribes, all under the rule of the Yuan Kingdom. Those top fighters may have their own differences, but they will definitely spare no effort in dealing with the Central Plains. If the grassland invades the south, the first to bear the brunt will be the Ming Kingdom, Qin Kingdom, Han Kingdom, Sui Kingdom, and Tang Kingdom."

"The Ming Dynasty has me and Zhu Yuanzhang...your grandfather, the Qin Dynasty has Ying Zheng, the Han Dynasty has Liu Bang and Guan Yu, the Sui Dynasty's Yang Guang is the reincarnation of the great demon, but he has fierce soldiers and tiger spirits, so he might be restless, the Tang Dynasty's Li Shimin..."

When Su Yun talked about Li Shimin, his voice stopped abruptly, his eyes suddenly turned pure white, countless scenes flashed in his pupils, and when they finally returned to normal, his expression was extremely strange.

"Although he is not Li Shimin, he is also Li Shimin. He and Li Shimin are twin brothers. He killed his brother with a secret method, and then Li Shimin became a substitute. He practiced the Six Divine Secrets and Tathagata Palm of the Indian monk Mokoye."

"It seems that we need to guard against the Sui, Tang and Song dynasties." Su Yun finally came to a conclusion.

Ah Jiu, however, was confused, especially by Li Shimin's life experience. The drama of the real dragon replacing a civet cat aroused his interest. However, at that time Su Yun was thinking about how to reorganize the Central Plains. He had no interest in talking about the eccentrics in the Li family.

So Ajiu naturally would not pester him and planned to let the East Factory or the Embroidered Uniform Guard to secretly spy on him afterwards. After all, the Ming Kingdom also destroyed the New Tang Kingdom established by the deposed Crown Prince Li Jiancheng of the Tang Kingdom, and there are still bad people active in the territory.

Su Yun thought about what to do. He pinched the cotton candy-like cloud in one hand and closed his eyes lightly. Now his strength was undoubtedly the best in the world. Although there were many strong people in the realm of creation among the people returning from other countries, there was no way for them to completely integrate the national destiny and restore their strength to the peak in a short period of time. He had enough goals, such as the empress of Miaoyinfang, Wu Zhao with the sun and the moon in the sky, Xue Yuan and Bai Suzhen. As long as he had enough sparring partners, his strength would definitely reach the top quickly.

But the question is, is there time?

Not to mention anything else, with Zhang Sanfeng around, the tribes on the grassland would definitely not be slower than himself in obtaining information. If they were to march south in full force, the countries in the Central Plains would be unable to work together and would absolutely be unable to resist.

……

on the grassland.

A bloody massacre is unfolding quietly and silently.

The Thirteen Wings of the Yuan Dynasty, led by the Gray Wolf Temujin, were frantically slaughtering the small tribes. His wife, Bailu Temur, and the Poison King Jamukha, stood quietly on the mountain peak, looking at Temujin below who was using the blood of the tribesmen to restore his Eternal Heaven Divine Power. Their expressions showed no sadness or joy.

"I'm the seventeenth. Big brother's strength is almost back to the level of Blood God Power. Han Shantong is not here this time. Who else in the Central Plains can stop big brother? Cough! Cough!" Zhamuk's face was calm, but his eyes were burning with fanaticism. A strange blush appeared on his sallow cheeks, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, causing him to cough continuously.

Timur was tall, with a beautiful figure shrouded in silver armor, a strange deer horn helmet on his head, and his arms wrapped in deerskin. When he heard Jamukha's cough, he turned his head, his rather sharp eyebrows were already furrowed, and there was a hint of questioning in his voice: "Has the poison in your body not been eliminated yet?"

"I am the Poison King, how can I detoxify my own poison?" Zhamuha was poisoned by Chang Yuchun in the past, and his head was nearly shattered by an arrow. Since then, his mental state has been a little abnormal. He chose the most insane way to refine poison into his body. Now the venom accumulated in his body has completely replaced the blood flowing in his body. Detoxifying him would be tantamount to seeking death.

He knew that Bai Lu was talking about the poison left in his body by Chang Yuchun, but he turned a deaf ear to it. If he could refine that fatal poison, his Changshengtian magic might make a leap forward. Even if he failed, it would only be a mere death. What did it matter?

Bai Lu knew that he couldn't persuade Zhamuhe, so he just tried to show his support. Seeing that he avoided the topic, he changed the subject and said, "The eagle of this generation has not yet been born. I thought Bi Xuan was a wolf, but he turned out to be Ba Fenghan who has not yet grown up. Of the five spirits of the grassland, only Bai Lu has escaped. The girl found someone to protect her."

"Ming people? This is troublesome!" Zhamuhe said solemnly, but as soon as he finished speaking, his expression became crazy and he grinned, "Why don't I go to Jialing Pass and use their border army and the people of the three prefectures to force them to hand over the spirit of the white deer?"

"It's useless," Bailu Timur shook his head, his eyes showing wisdom and cruelty. He kept his lips tightly closed for a while, then he exhaled and said, "Even if you poisoned Jialing Pass and killed many mortals, what's the use if you meet someone who doesn't care about the lives of ordinary people?"

"That Su Yun is definitely not the kind of guy who would give up his own interests for the sake of others. If you really do that, you will only be torn to pieces by him in the end. We are not his match yet, so we can only leave the White Deer Spirit with him for now."

"Tsk, how boring." The madness in Zhamuhe's eyes faded, and his slowly regained sanity brought back the long-lost wisdom, and he said: "Instead of this, it's better to give up going south!"

Chapter 13 Wu Zhao

"Elaborate."

At the foot of the cliff, a tall figure walked up slowly with a strong smell of blood. His voice was heavy and low, like the heavy bell in a temple. He wore a hat made of a gray wolf's head, and his eyes were filled with the sea of blood and corpses.

Behind him followed nine figures. Although they were all celestial beings, their energy and meridians were united, and there was a strong blood-colored entanglement, as if there were countless dead souls wailing among them.

This person is none other than the modern-day Canglang Temujin, the shadow of Genghis Khan. He inherited the noble name, protected the grassland royal court with thirteen wings, and guarded the Changsheng Valley. However, he was reborn as a master of the realm of creation due to great changes in heaven and earth.

He had the spirit and magnanimity of Genghis Khan, and even openly admitted that he was not as wise as Bailu, and not as kind as Jamukha, so he never underestimated the opinions of either of them.

The remaining madness in Jamukha's eyes was completely suppressed by reason and wisdom the moment he saw Temujin, the Gray Wolf. His eyes were filled with strange colors, and his dark pupils were like poisonous tongues at night, releasing the most terrifying toxin in the world.

"East, south, west, and north. To the east is the sea, to the south is the Central Plains, and to the north is the ice field. Since these three roads are not easy to travel, why not go all the way west and use the blood of those barbarians to practice the Eternal Life Divine Art and the Black Death Poison Art?" Jamuka's voice was originally mellow, but after his wife and children were poisoned to death by the Poison King of the Central Plains, his voice became hoarse and gloomy. In line with the content of his words, a bloody magnificent scene slowly unfolded in front of Temujin and others.

Canglang and Bailu looked at the Poison King in surprise. They didn't expect that many years later, the Poison King, who was most obsessed with going south, would actually propose a strategy of going west.

Gray Wolf Temujin crossed his arms over his chest, a smile of approval appeared on his resolute face, and he said: "This is my brother. Going west is an inevitable strategy. The people in the Central Plains... are too terrifying. After all, the best strategy is to be aggressive."

"But we don't have to send all of them. The barbarian lands in the west can't accommodate so many grassland warriors. Leave the Tatars and the demons to deal with the Ming Dynasty, the Xiongnu to deal with the Qin and Han dynasties, and the Khitan, Turkic, Tiele...these remaining tribes to oppress the Sui and Tang dynasties. We should try to open a gap here and see if we can take advantage of the opportunity to achieve success at both ends."

Temur the White Deer quickly gave his suggestion. Instead of using the cavalry of these tribes, the Golden Family would rather let these sheep-guarding wolfhounds charge and kill, and then take the sheep away themselves.

Canglang Temujin nodded, looked at the pale figure coming angrily from a distance, and said without a trace of fluctuation in his eyes: "Then it's decided." This was said to Bailu and the Poison King.

But he didn't say a word to the person who came from afar. The blood shadow behind him instantly merged into a giant wolf that swallowed the sky, and rushed towards the person after roaring angrily.

"Son of the Yellow Sky, your anger and favoritism should not be reserved for these useless little tribes. It is their honor to be able to use their lives to make the Golden Family great again!"

……

"It's a shitty honor!"

Wu Zhao, who had just ascended the throne, smashed the imperial table in front of her with one palm. Her pupils were as dark as the cold stars in the sky, with a strange suction force, as if it could suck a person's energy dry through the air. She stared at the uninvited evil guest in front of her, "I am the ruler of a country, and I want to experience the combination of body and mind with you!"

"Really? I don't believe it."

Su Yun's answer was bland and boring, but inexplicably deserved a beating. Not only Wu Zhao, but even her maid Shangguan Wan'er and Princess Taiping who was hiding aside could not help but clench their fists.

His expression was extremely confident, but his eyes were filled with indifference. He did not take Wu Zhao (the realm of creation), Shangguan Wan'er (a celestial being), and Princess Taiping (an extra) in front of him seriously at all, and said in a matter-of-fact tone:

"Every woman who has had sex with me will be addicted to that feeling. Believe me, you won't refuse it."

"Disgusting!" Wu Zhao's answer was crisp and powerful. Once she made a move, she used the Demon Sect's strongest technique, the Dao Heart Planting Demon Technique. It had both the treacherous and unpredictable nature of a demon and the holiness and purity of a Taoist fetus. The strangeness of her methods was much stronger than Pang Ban's.

However, Su Yun's response was a simple, ordinary punch. It seemed as if he was just throwing a punch straight out. It looked as slow as an old man in the park, but the thrill it brought was no less than the horror of a mountain falling down on one's head. The invisible but tangible pressure condensed into a giant hand out of thin air, and the five fingers clenched into a fist and hit Wu Zhao with his strongest means.

Roar!

It sounded like the roar of a dragon or the roar of a phoenix. Under the giant fist, the stars in the sky dimmed, leaving only countless auspicious angry roars, which eventually turned into whimpers and dissipated.

puff--!

The Great Saint Empress Wu Zetian spat out a mouthful of blood, her figure flew backwards and hit the dragon throne, with a hint of horror in her eyes. What kind of freak is this who relies on his physical strength to suppress herself?

The next moment, Shangguan Wan'er also fell in front of her.

Wu Zhao's heart was extremely peaceful. Her life had many ups and downs. Although she was pushed to the throne by the Demon Sect, the first thing she did after she ascended the throne was to massacre the Demon Sect and collect the Heavenly Demon Strategy. Then she asked her senior brother Fa Ming Mo to become a monk. Under the banner of Buddhism, he was actually training the elite of the Demon Sect. In one move, he made a secret move to merge Buddhism and the Demon Sect. People could no longer tell whether the one standing in front of them with a smile was a great monk or a deceiver of the world and a famous disciple of Bo Xun.

How could such a person truly surrender until the last moment?

But she got one thing wrong, that is, Su Yun did not come to propose to her, but to force her to practice dual cultivation. Whether it was active or passive, voluntary or forced, Su Yun did not care.

Tear!

In the hall that had turned into ruins, four sounds of tearing cloth were heard at the same time. After Su Yun dealt with the people within a thousand meters around, he spoke frankly to the three women in front of him. He wanted to ruthlessly shatter Wu Zhao's last pride on this dragon throne!

Of course, the delicious food had to be saved for last. The first person he chose was Princess Taiping, Wu Zetian's nominal youngest daughter and actually her most beloved disciple. She had a pair of extremely long legs, but her temperament was also the most open-minded. Since he couldn't resist, he might as well enjoy it to his heart's content!

Her arms were placed on Wu Zhao's shoulders, holding the majestic and cold face of her nominal mother and actual master. Her legs were clamped around Su Yun's waist, and with every push and pull, their elastic melons would collide crisply.

With her innate talent, she couldn't even hold out for half an incense stick before she was sprayed all over her senior sister Shangguan Wan'er's face. Her eyes rolled back and she fell to the ground powerlessly.

Wu Zhao had a sneer on her face. Although she felt a little sad about her disciple's misbehavior, she did not have any emotions at all. However, the next scene made her think a little differently - she saw that the true Qi in Princess Taiping's body, who was originally in the Xiantian realm, suddenly fluctuated violently, and she actually soared all the way to the Grandmaster realm!

It was actually dual cultivation, not just replenishing yin and replenishing yang? !

Chapter 14: Shangguan Wan'er's decisive move, Lei Chun

The fluctuations of the princess's true energy could not be hidden from anyone present, including Shangguan Wan'er who was walking, and now she became a little hesitant.

She was different from Princess Taiping. The other was adopted by Emperor Wu and was secretly told that she was his daughter, but her entire family, young and old, were executed by Emperor Wu. Because of her intelligence and talent, Emperor Wu took a fancy to her and pardoned her to enter the palace. She has now become a famous female official in the Wu Kingdom.

To be fair, Shangguan Wan'er didn't think that she could develop to such an extent in the Shangguan family, but because of the blood feud, there was indeed an invisible barrier between her and Wu Zhao.

"If I had a backer..." Shangguan Wan'er didn't think she had the talent to break through to the realm of creation, so she wanted to rely on Su Yun, but the prerequisite was to make the other party remember her.

Shangguan Wan'er bit her teeth lightly, glanced at Wu Zhao briefly, and then quickly dodged to the side. At this moment, a huge force attacked from behind, turning her over and pressing her to the ground... It was Su Yun!

But it is also an opportunity!

Shangguan Wan'er didn't care about anything else. She grabbed Su Yun's hand and shouted in a delicate voice, "Wait, I, I am willing to surrender!"

"Surrender?" Su Yun really stopped when he heard that. He glanced at the angry Wu Zhao with a half-smile, stretched out his hand to pull Shangguan Wan'er up, and said, "Tell us why you surrender in front of your emperor."

Shangguan Wan'er was pulled in front of Wu Zhao without warning. Seeing the anger in her master's rosy cheeks and almond-shaped eyes, she subconsciously tensed her body. But when she realized that the other party's true energy was now suppressed and was no different from an ordinary woman, her courage grew.

She was extremely clear-headed. She knew that the word "surrender" alone would not make Su Yun remember her, and he might even look down on her. Only her actual actions could make the other party remember her.

I'm sorry, Master... Shangguan Wan'er apologized to her master in her heart. The guilt in her eyes only lasted for less than three breaths before it was replaced by determination. She smiled with red lips and said firmly: "I want to help you... You 'impress' my master!" As if she felt that her reasons were not sufficient, she hurriedly added:

"I also want to see if the Martial Emperor, who had the power of life and death in the past, would fall in love with men and women like an ordinary woman."

"You're dreaming!" Wu Zhao could accept all of Shangguan Wan'er's reasons, even if she said she was afraid of death, but she couldn't accept this one.

With anger surging in her almond-shaped eyes, Wu Zhao stared at Shangguan Wan'er coldly: "Traitor, if I find the opportunity, I will tear out your tendons and skin you alive, and hang you in the sky!"