Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 467: Chapter 467 Bad News



White clouds floated slowly, and the sun shone brightly.

The sparkling sea surface had returned to calm, and the broken wood and masts floated slowly with the waves.

Saren Agu stood high in the sky, overlooking the land where he had lived for a long time. It had been razed to the ground, the mountains collapsed, and the city walls were flattened.

He had only seen such a scene when the Confucian sage sealed the witch god.

That time, a thousand miles of land turned into wasteland, and no living creatures were seen in the following three hundred years. When the power of the two super-products dissipated, Jingshan City was rebuilt to its current size.

Now, it has repeated the same mistakes again, and history has reappeared.

But this time, it was not the Confucian sage himself who took action, and the witch god was not in his prime. There were not many people who survived, but there were also many.

They were scattered in the distance, watching, meditating to heal, or bandaging their wounds. No one dared to come back to find out.

The army of Dafeng retreated..

Saren Agu looked at the altar, and his figure suddenly disappeared. The next moment, he appeared on the altar, in front of the man in green.

Emperor Zhend, Ilbu and Wuda Pagoda then landed beside the great wizard.

At this time, standing in front of them was a broken human figure, his body was terribly cracked, and there was no intact part.

His right arm, which once held the carving knife, had disappeared, revealing bloody bones.

The green clothes were tattered, the clothes were like the man, and the man was like the clothes.

From then on, Dafeng no longer had a military god.

The Confucian cap and the carving knife left voluntarily not long ago and returned to the Central Plains.

Saren Agu whispered: "There have been many heroes in the Central Plains for thousands of years, and you Wei Yuan is one of them."

"Damn it, damn it, damn it..."

Yilbu's face was distorted, and he said angrily:

"How can he summon the Confucian saint? How can he, a warrior, summon the Confucian saint? The witch god has accumulated power for more than a thousand years, and finally broke free from the seal, but it was all destroyed by this thief.

"I will lead my troops to massacre Dafeng, slaughtering 30,000 miles, and slaughtering all the way to the capital."

"You look like a vulgar warrior now." Emperor Zhende sneered.

Every Taoist who has been possessed by the devil is proficient in the talent of provocation.

Emperor Zhende stood with his hands behind his back, his immortal golden body shining, golden light and black light intertwined, and said lightly:

"The witch god is sealed? Wei Yuan is also dead? Although the situation is bad? But we haven't lost this battle. Next, it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

Salun Agu smiled and said, "Then congratulate your majesty in advance for longevity and overlooking the Central Plains."

Emperor Zhend nodded slowly.

Salun Agu then said, "Wuda Pagoda, spread the news of Wei Yuan's death in the northeast, let Yankang and Kang recruit people? Rebuild Jingshan City? Let Jingguo withdraw troops. Gather the remaining wizards? Heal the wounds of the surviving people and soldiers..."

He issued a series of aftermath instructions.

This battle will surely spread throughout the nine states. He doesn't care what will happen to Dafeng? But the three kingdoms in the territory will surely set off a storm of comments.

This will be the most shameful day in the history of Wushen Cult.

...

A wilderness far away from Jingshan.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!! "

Nangong Qianrou's roar spread across the sky, her voice was filled with grief and despair, mixed with deep hatred.

"Witch God, witch God, witch God..."

He knelt on the ground, pounding the ground with both fists, venting for a full quarter of an hour.

The white-robed sorcerer walked up to him and handed him a brocade bag. Nangong Qianrou, with tears streaming down her face, raised her head and looked at him blankly.

Second Senior Brother Sun Xuanji said, "Wei..."

After saying only one word, Nangong Qianrou grabbed the brocade bag like crazy, opened it, and found a note inside.

Nangong Qianrou unfolded the note, and after reading it, tears burst out again. After a long time, he restrained all his emotions, looked towards Jingshan, and murmured:

"Godfather, I will continue the chess game you haven't finished. "

One day in the rest of my life, I will come back here again, let the iron hoofs trample every inch of the Wushen Sect's territory, let the wheels of the artillery roll over the Wushen Sect's backbone, and turn these 60,000 miles of mountains and rivers into scorched earth.

Sun Xuanji raised his hand and wiped it lightly, erasing the existence of this heavy cavalry, so that no one in the world can remember them anymore.

....

Yunlu Academy.

In the bamboo building in the bamboo forest in the back mountain.

Zhao Shou sat in the hall, motionless, like a sculpture.

He has maintained this posture for more than a month, and a thin layer of dust hasn/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

accumulated on the table in front of him.

Suddenly, Zhao Shou moved and turned his head to look out the window.

Outside the open window, the blue is as clear as water, and the mountains are connected. Two beams of light flew across thousands of mountains and rivers, like a meteor that cut through the sky, and landed lightly on the table in front of Zhao Shou.

Dean Zhao Shou felt relieved, slowly stood up, dusted off the dust on his body, and couldn't

get up to bow.

I don't know whether to worship the two holy objects or the blue dress.

The palace.

The curtains were hanging low, and Emperor Yuan Jing, who was sitting cross-legged on the

futon, slowly opened his eyes.

He was silent for a moment, revealing a smile that seemed excited, happy, and rampant.

Emperor Yuan Jing walked up to the attic, looking at the layers of red walls and the rolling golden tiles. He opened his arms, welcomed the wind, and said slowly:

"My era has arrived. "

....

Observatory, Bagua Terrace.

The Supervisor took a look at the palace, smiled, and lowered his head to drink.

The world is not worth it.

....

In the Xu Mansion, Xu Qian'an felt a sudden pain in his chest.

"What's going on? Why is my chest hurting for no reason?"

He frowned and wanted to make some self-deprecating remarks, such as how can a fifth-

grade peak have a myocardial infarction?

But for some reason, there was a sense of panic lingering in his heart.

....

Northern Border.

In the camp of Dafeng and the Yaoman coalition, Xu Xinnian sat at the table, staring at the

map and pondering.

He was thinner and stronger, still handsome, but his skin was no longer white. The sun outside the Great Wall deepened his complexion, and the wind and sand in the north of the

Great Wall made his skin rough.

He was still the proud scholar, but no longer sharp, more calm and restrained.

The war made him grow up quickly, and the girls in the Jiaofangsi transformed him into a man, but they could not make him mature.

It was the fallen comrades, the battles that hovered on the edge of life and death, and the enemies he killed with his own hands that made him truly mature.

Chu Yuanzhen hurried into the tent and said with a smile: "Farewell to the old, I have an

exciting news for you."

Xu Erlang hesitated for a moment and said, "No troops were dispatched from the barracks, and the battle was not won, so what's the matter?"

Chu Yuanzhen waved his fist and said excitedly, "Jingguo has withdrawn its troops."

...

It was late at night.

The candlelight was dim. Xu Qi'an, who was sitting at the table, held a fragment of the Earth Book and said: [I explored the underground with the national teacher again today. The late emperor did not come back. Logically, such a terrible person should not leave silently.]

[Two: Maybe he has replaced Emperor Yuan Jing and became the emperor in the palace. Oh, I forgot, he is Emperor Yuan Jing.]

Xu Qi'an was very concerned about the disappearance of the late emperor. A high-quality strong man who had practiced in secret for forty years disappeared after his hiding place was

discovered.

This made Xu Qi'an extremely anxious, because the late emperor was Yuan Jing, and Yuan Jing was the late emperor, and he and Yuan Jing had a great grudge. Similarly, he had a great grudge with the late emperor.

Now, a top strong man is lurking in the dark and may bite you at any time.

Who is not afraid?

Of course, you can also hope All of Yu Yuanjing's inappropriate behavior was a disguise. The

late emperor was a top master. A master should have the bearing of a master and would not

care about an ant like him.

The King of Huai was killed by Shen Shu. What does it have to do with me, Xu Qi'an?

If it were any other top-level masters, Xu Qi'an might have some illusions, but the other party was the late emperor, who was polluted by the head of the Earth Sect.

A top master who is full of malice and completely evil in nature must be vindictive. [Four: Let's change our thinking. What do you think, Yuan Jing, no, which cultivation system did the late emperor follow?]

In the Earth Book chat group, Chu Zhuangyuan, one of the wise men, raised a question. The late emperor lost his virginity early, which was equivalent to cutting off his own path to

martial arts. He followed Luo Yuheng to cultivate for twenty-one years. There is no doubt that he followed the path of the human sect... Xu Qi'an replied:

[Three: The human sect. ]

[Four: This is the same as I thought. Then, what are the disadvantages of the cultivation

method of the human sect? The fire of karma burns the body. The former emperor is of a high

rank. Like the national teacher, he needs to rely on luck to suppress the fire of karma. Then he will definitely not leave the capital. ]

[One: No, you are wrong. The former emperor is different from Luo Yuheng. Luo Yuheng needs the position of the national teacher to borrow luck. The former emperor is the emperor

himself and has luck. ]

Huaiqing, one of the IQ leaders, otherwise another IQ leader.

Ah, so, then it's okay... Chu Yuanzhen muttered in his heart. [One: There is a supervisor in the capital. Since he is not under the dragon vein, he will

definitely not stay in the capital for a long time. He must have left the capital. As for where he went and what he is doing, this cannot be guessed.]

The most typical method is to judge his location based on the purpose of the former emperor... In other words, if you want to know where he is, you must first know what he wants

to do... Xu Qian'an rubbed his eyebrows.

As far as we know, the late emperor devoured his two sons, Yuan Jing and King Huai, in order

to achieve immortality.

He lived forty more years as he wished. Therefore, the late emperor's ultimate goal was still immortality.

But the question is, no matter how powerful the late emperor was, could he be as powerful as

Emperor Gaozu and Emperor Wuzong? Could he be as powerful as the Confucian sage? These figures have all passed away, let alone the late emperor. "According to the rule of heaven and earth that those who have good fortune cannot achieve

immortality, the late emperor's real age is over 80, and the Confucian sage only lived to be 82 years old. This means that the late emperor is actually approaching the end of his life. Of course, people's physiques cannot be generalized, and the late emperor may also live one year longer than the Confucian sage when he is extremely angry.

"If I were the late emperor, I would desperately seek a way to immortality, but, but how to do

it?"

It's not that he's not smart enough, but that he has too little information to make assumptions.

What on earth did the late emperor do?

Speaking of which, Duke Wei has been on the expedition for almost half a month, and no one

knows how the battle is going.

......

One night when the army was on the expedition for more than a month, the moonlight was as

clear as water.

"Da Da Da...."

On the official road outside the capital, a fast horse galloped over, with chapped lips and a

dusty postman pulling the reins, shouting in a hoarse voice Said: "Open the city gate, eight hundred miles of urgent......" Through the outer city, the inner city, the imperial city, and all the way to the palace.

In the middle of the night, Wang Shoufu was awakened by a burst of urgent knocks on the door. The old housekeeper slammed the door and shouted: "Master, Master, wake up...." In the dark room, the candlelight lit up. The maid who slept in the outer room put on her

clothes, held up the candlestick, and hurried to open the door.

After a while, the maid came in with small steps and whispered: "Master, there is news from the government office that there is an urgent report from eight hundred miles." Wang Shoufu was old, and he was woken up in the middle of the night. He was exhausted. He

pinched his eyebrows and said: "Change clothes."

Important offices like the Cabinet have people on duty at night to prevent such emergencies.

Whether it is an 800-mile rush or a 600-mile rush, the postmen are running for their lives. It is normal for a few horses to die. The mail can be delivered at any time.

After putting on his official robe with the help of his maid, Wang Shoufu took a carriage and entered the palace and came to the Cabinet Office with the sound of rumbling wheels.

Wang Shoufu walked quickly into the hall, sat behind his own desk, and said slowly: "Tangbao!

The night official in the hall immediately presented the Tangbao that he had kept with him.

The urgent document of 800 miles away could only be opened by a few university scholars.

Wang Shoufu took out the cutter and picked up the wax. With the slight sound of the paper pages rustling, he pulled out the Tangbao and unfolded it.

He immediately fell into a dead silence.

......

Six university scholars, including Qian Qingshu, the university scholar of Wuying Hall, Chen

Qi, the university scholar of Jianji Hall, and Zhao Tingfang, the university scholar of Dongge, came together. They entered the cabinet and came to the Shoufu Hall. Inside.

They were surprised to find that the cabinet chief, the leader of the Wang Party, who was in a

high position, seemed to have aged several years.

His face was gray, and his slightly turbid eyes were a little dull in the slightly red eyes, as if he

was immersed in a certain painful atmosphere and couldn't break free.

Wang Shoufu was still fine yesterday. What kind of blow made people's spirit and energy

wither into such a state overnight?

Wang Shoufu raised his head, looked around at the scholars, and said slowly in a low voice: "Wei Yuan, sacrificed."

After a pause, he added: "One hundred thousand troops, only more than 16,000 people were

withdrawn."

Boom!

Everyone seemed to be struck by thunder, their hearts and minds were shocked, and their

faces were frozen.

Qian Qingshu, the Grand Secretary of Wuying Palace, murmured: "This, this is impossible, impossible..."

Wang Shoufu's tone recovered a little, and he said in a deep voice:

"I know it's hard to believe, but for now, this is the fact. My Lords, please put aside all your

bad emotions and listen to me. This battle was fought strangely. The news has been reported to the palace. Before the morning court, let's discuss it first......." Dawn was approaching, and the scholars left with tired and worried expressions. Wang Shoufu waved to a confidant and ordered expressionlessly: "Send someone to Xu's

house to tell Xu Qi'an about the situation of the war in the northeast."

Not giving a note is to leave no handle.

After the confidant left, Wang Shoufu walked to the window, looking at the darkest night

before dawn, and remained silent for a long time, like a sculpture.

Wei Yuan, without you, how lonely the court will be in the future.

.......

Before dawn, the "knock knock" knock on the door woke up Zhong Li and Xu Qi'an in the room

at the same time.

The latter responded: "Who?"

The voice of the doorman Lao Zhang came: "Da Lang, someone is looking for you, claiming to

be from the cabinet. " Cabinet? Prime Minister Wang sent someone to find me at this time?!

Xu Qian'an immediately stood up, put on his robe, and said, "Take me to see him."

After leaving the room and walking all the way to the outer hall, Xu Qian'an saw an unfamiliar

middle-aged man in official uniform standing in the hall.

"Xu Yinluo!"

The middle-aged official instinctively and subconsciously called out this title.

Xu Qian'an was accustomed to the "conservative" ideas of the people in the capital, and asked

directly: "This lord, what do you want to see me for?"

The middle-aged official said: "Prime Minister asked me to bring you a message."

It was indeed Prime Minister Wang......Xu Qian'an nodded: "Please speak." The middle-aged official hesitated, brewed for a long time, and whispered: "Duke Wei, died

in the northeast."