Martial Arts: 10,000 times return, accept Xiaolongnu as apprentice at the beginning

Even Fang Shouren, who had a high level of cultivation and a calm mind, felt dizzy after hearing this shocking news. He felt as if the world was spinning and he almost fainted.

When the emperor died, the royal family was wiped out.

This was a devastating blow to the Ming Dynasty court.

What made Fang Shouren even more frightened was that once this news spread, the already troubled Ming Dynasty would inevitably be plunged into a bloody storm.

Whether it is the common people, the underworld, or those evil forces, they will definitely take advantage of this chaos to stir up unrest.

Perhaps, a chaotic era is about to come.

By then, all parts of the Ming Dynasty will be stained with blood and littered with corpses.

Thinking of this, even with Master Fang's temperament, he couldn't help but feel an unprecedented fear. Even his old hands were trembling slightly, and he could hardly hold the Xiaolian Sword in his hand.

"No!"

"We must stop this from happening!"

Fang Shouren took a deep breath and tried his best to stay calm.

Even if the royal family is wiped out and the Ming Dynasty is destroyed, chaos cannot befall the world!

The king is the boat and the people are the water.

The people of the world are the top priority. Compared with the people, the life and death of the emperor is secondary.

Thinking of this, Fang Shouren took a deep breath to stay calm, then clenched his hands, stared at the Ninth Princess with a serious look, and asked word by word:

"Your Highness, are you sure that there are no more male descendants in the royal family?"

The Ninth Princess' eyes were filled with tears. She nodded in great pain and said bitterly:

"Master, Ah Jiu has searched carefully. All the descendants of the Zhu family in the palace have died at the hands of the thieves. Now I am the only one left in the royal family."

After hearing this, everyone suddenly realized.

No wonder Su Liu said he wanted to make the Ninth Princess the emperor.

It turned out that the Zhu royal family only had this one direct bloodline left.

For a moment, the whole place was silent.

Fang Shouren sighed, his eyes dimmed, bitterness was written all over his old face, and he closed his eyes in pain.

After a long silence, he opened his eyes and said in a heavy tone:

"The Ming Dynasty has not yet fallen!"

"The world must not be in chaos!"

"The most urgent task is to establish a new emperor as soon as possible to reassure the people!"

Chapter 598 If I want it, God will not allow it!

As the head of the Grand Secretaries of the Ming Dynasty and the imperial tutor who had taught three generations of emperors, Fang Shouren could be said to be the white jade pillar that supports the sky and the purple gold beam that spans the sea of ​​the entire Ming Dynasty.

He knew very well that at this time, no more trouble could be allowed to occur.

The death of the emperor and the extinction of the royal family are not the most terrible things.

Once the Ming Dynasty is in chaos, bandits will rise up in rebellion, and the land will be stained with blood, and the world will be in chaos.

What is even more terrifying is that once the Ming Dynasty is in civil strife, the Mongol cavalry, who have been eyeing the border covetously for a long time, will surely take advantage of the chaos to invade, and then the world will surely be in a catastrophe.

The bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no cock crowing for thousands of miles.

Once the troubled times come, the people of the Ming Dynasty will be in dire straits, and the number of casualties will probably be in the millions. Even Fang Shouren, with his character, can't help but feel a chill down his spine at the thought of such terrible consequences.

There is only one way to prevent this from happening.

That is to enthrone a new emperor as soon as possible to reassure the people of the world.

Fang Shouren took a deep breath, his eyes showing some determination, facing the grief-stricken civil and military officials present, he said loudly:

"The death of the emperor is a great pain to all people, and the bloody disaster that befell the royal family is also a disaster sent by heaven. However, despite the grief, we must not slack off. We must inherit the will of the late emperor and support the precarious Ming Dynasty!"

Mr. Fang’s meaning was very clear.

The emperor can die.

But the Ming Dynasty cannot perish.

Now, it's time to make a decision.

The ministers present had already regarded Master Fang as their backbone.

After hearing Fang Shouren's words, he felt inexplicably calmed down. Although he was still frightened, he managed to remain calm.

The Minister of Rites took a step forward, mustered up his courage, and asked through gritted teeth:

"May I ask Elder Fang, who can be the successor to the throne of the Ming Dynasty?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present held their breath.

There was total silence inside and outside the Golden Throne Hall.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Fang Shouren, waiting for his answer.

Su Liu stood behind the Ninth Princess very calmly, his eyes as calm as water, as if he didn't care who Fang Shouren chose as the emperor.

joke.

Choose an emperor?

Are you worthy?

Haven’t you heard that the one with strong soldiers and horses becomes the emperor?

If I want it, God will not allow it.

If I want nothing, Heaven will not allow it.

I, the Taoist priest, said that if Ah Jiu becomes the emperor, then she will be the emperor. When will it be the turn of a group of ants to deny my idea?

Su Liu's eyes were calm and his expression was indifferent.

Because he knew very well that Fang Shouren would make the right choice.

After all, as a semi-saint of Confucianism, Master Fang is not a fool.

At this moment, after a long silence, Fang Shouren took a deep breath and said solemnly to the civil and military officials present:

"The etiquette cannot be revoked!"

"Now that the royal family only has a trace of Princess Nine's blood left, Your Highness must naturally shoulder the responsibility of being a member of the royal family. I agree that Princess Nine will inherit the throne."

As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

All the ministers were dumbfounded.

They never expected that the first person to stand up and agree that the Ninth Princess would succeed to the throne would be Master Fang, who was the most strict in adhering to Confucian etiquette.

This...this is really too bizarre!

They actually didn't know that, having read the books of sages for seventy or eighty years, as a half-sage of Confucianism, Fang Shouren had already seen through the rise and fall of honor and disgrace in the world.

The only thing he was worried about was the people of the Ming Dynasty and the continuation of the dynasty.

As for who will be the emperor, the old man really doesn't care.

Chapter 599 Those who disobey will be killed without mercy!

As long as the Ming Dynasty lasts long, the people live and work in peace and are free from the invasion of war, Fang Shouren can grit his teeth and accept it even if Su Liu insists on sitting on the throne, let alone letting the Ninth Princess become the emperor.

Besides, under the current circumstances, is there any reason for him to disagree?

Master Fang knew it very well.

Although this Taoist priest in white, who seemed mysterious but had terrifying martial arts skills, had spared him this time, he was by no means a good person.

Just now, when I was listening to the Ninth Princess describing the disaster that happened last night, the names of those who participated in the rebellion were famous and feared by the world.

Even with Fang Shouren's temperament, he couldn't help but feel terrified and his scalp tingled.

The Iron-Hearted Divine Marquis Zhu Wusi, the Wudang traitor Mu Daoren, the Baiyun City Lord Ye Gucheng, the Sunflower Patriarch, and the Evil Emperor Xiang Yutian who had been dominating the martial arts world and wreaking havoc three hundred years ago.

Each of these people is a genius who is feared by all and has a brilliant life.

Picking out any one of them is enough to cause a bloody storm in the world. For these people, taking the head of an enemy general in the midst of thousands of troops may be easier than taking something from a bag.

Especially the Evil Emperor Xiang Yutian.

When he heard this name, Fang Shouren even felt dazed and wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.

He was a person who lived in an even earlier generation than Confucius!

Three hundred years ago, he had been invincible in the martial arts world. In the name of the Evil Emperor, he suppressed the four seas and eight wildernesses. His power was comparable to that of a martial arts emperor.

His martial arts skills were even not inferior to those of Confucius.

Three hundred years not only did not cause his death, but even allowed his martial arts to reach a higher level, almost reaching the limit that mortals can reach.

But even such a martial arts emperor died at the hands of this young Taoist's sword.

It’s hard to imagine how high his martial arts skills are!

Although the ministers present knew little about the Evil Emperor Xiang Yutian, the Wudang traitor Mu Daoren and other martial arts people, they were at least very clear about the abilities of the Iron-Hearted Divine Marquis Zhu Wusi.

Second to none, above ten thousand men, with unrivaled martial arts and political strategy.

Such a wise and brave hero ended up without even a complete body left. One can imagine how tragic yesterday's battle was.

At this moment, the whole place was silent.

Even the most old-fashioned Minister of Rites had nothing to say. After a long silence, he could only let out a helpless sigh, bowed to Fang Shouren, and retreated back into the crowd.

Although he did not say it directly, his actions have already expressed his attitude.

The ministers were the same, they remained silent, lowered their heads and sighed.

Neither agree nor deny.

The atmosphere seemed to become a little awkward.

At this moment, a faint chuckle suddenly sounded, instantly breaking the deadlock.

"Haha, do you think I'm discussing this with you?"

"I am here today only to announce to you that Ajiu will inherit the throne. The new emperor of Ming must be Ajiu, and only Ajiu."

Su Liu stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes cold as ice. An indescribable pressure swept out from him like a storm. Suddenly, all the ministers present seemed to see a real dragon descending into the world.

Before everyone recovered from their shock, Su Liu's next words resounded like thunder inside and outside the Golden Palace.

"If anyone disobeys, he will be killed without mercy!"

Chapter 600: When the gods are angry, mortals tremble!

"But anyone who disobeys will be killed without mercy."

As these murderous words rang out, cold and ruthless murderous intent roared out from Su Liu, sweeping in all directions like a polar snowstorm.

The temperature of this world dropped instantly.

It was as if time had crossed over in an instant, from late autumn to the bitter winter. All the ministers present were shivering, feeling a chill on their backs, tingling on their scalps, and even their breathing was stagnant.

Even Fang Shouren, whose cultivation had reached the level of semi-saint in Confucianism, was no exception.

In the fight just now, Su Liu only used one tenth or one twelfth of his strength, not even one tenth of his ability, because he had no intention of killing at all.

But this time, it's different.

He was indeed a little impatient.

Since his promotion to a celestial being, Su Liu has almost touched the legendary realm of immortals and demons.

In his eyes, all mortals in the secular world, whether they are emperors who hold everything, powerful ministers, or world-famous scholars, are nothing more than ants.

But today, these ants actually felt rebellious.

This couldn't help but arouse a murderous intent in Su Liu's heart.

Although his anger was contained but not expressed, it was as violent as the wrath of heaven, and the pressure he emanated was like that of a real dragon, making the ministers present feel as if a mountain was pressing down on them, making them miserable.

What's worse, some people could not bear this kind of pressure any more and fell to their knees with a thud. Even their heads hit the ground heavily, which could slightly alleviate the pain.

When the gods are angry, mortals tremble!