dali city
the palace
In front of the main hall is a wide square, Nan Yan’s officials have to pass through here to enter the main hall when they go to court. In the past, the two sides of the aisle were already full of warriors holding halberds. Under the guidance of the servants, All civil and military officials passed through the halberd passage to face up.
But today, the square looks extraordinarily empty.
I couldn't see the strong and burly guards of the Forbidden Palace, and I couldn't see the eunuchs and maids who were busy walking. There was only an old monk wearing a gray cloth monk's robe sitting cross-legged in the middle of the square, closing his eyes and resting his mind. Sitting under him was a ball of cattail grass, with no cassock on his body, no wooden fish in front of him, and no Buddhist beads in his hand.
He was alone in the square, but the surrounding area was heavily guarded.
The eight hundred Tu Shenwei had already been arranged around according to the plan, ready to deploy at any time. All the guards are gathered around the main hall, ready to protect the emperor at any time.
And the emperor asked someone to move a chair to sit at the entrance of the hall, watching the old monk, waiting for the person who was coming. To be honest, up to now, Murong Sha didn't understand what Fang's answer was for Yinglai's decisive battle with the Great Monk Miji. He thought about it for two days, but the answer he came up with was not very sure. He thought that either Fang Jie was trying to defeat the number one expert in Dali City in Nanyan's palace, which would severely damage the morale of Nanyan's soldiers and civilians. Either Fang Jie was planning to take the opportunity to enter the palace and kill himself. After all, as long as he died, Nanyan would exist in name only.
Standing beside him was a young man in his twenties, with rather delicate features. The bright yellow clothes on his body showed his identity, it was Nanyan's prince Murong Changlan.
Different from the seriousness on Murong Shame's face, this prince who has been well-clothed and well-fed since he was a child has only arrogance and disdain on his face.
"Father..."
Murong Changlan looked at the great monk who was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the square, and after holding back for a long time, he finally couldn't help asking: "Is it a little rash to entrust the state affairs to a warrior? My son thinks that driving the enemy still needs to be It's best to meet each other in battle, defeating the enemy with military might and honoring the majesty of our Great Yan Kingdom. These low-level quacks, even if they have extremely strong cultivation bases, will not be able to make it to the stage after all. My son feels... Jianghu guest It’s not that you can’t serve the country, but you can’t take it seriously.”
Murong shame knows his son very well, he knows that Murong Changlan has all the conditions that a wise monarch should possess, perhaps the only shortcoming is that he is too confident, so confident that he doesn't know himself. He looked down on quacks, but it was absolutely impossible for Murong Hui to tell him that Murong Hui was a quack himself. This so-called inherited throne is nothing but a dark and bloody joke.
"Lan'er, I know what you're thinking."
Murong shame turned his eyes away from the great monk who misunderstood himself, glanced at his son, and said gently: "You have studied the art of war since you were young, and you are very knowledgeable. You have also participated in military competitions anonymously in the army, and won the first place many times. , I know that if I really give you a powerful army, you will definitely be able to sweep the world."
Hearing these words, Murong Changlan showed a smug expression on his face.
"But, Lan'er... I don't have such an army for you."
Murong shame sighed slightly: "Dayan Kingdom has never experienced any war since its founding. Although you want to expand the territory with all your heart, I didn't give you this opportunity. Do you know why?"
"But I don't know."
"Because no matter whether you admit it or not, the national strength of the Great Yan Kingdom is still too weak."
Murong Hui said sadly: "I have always endured humiliation and became a vassal to the Sui Kingdom. Why didn't I want to survive under the oppression of the enemy, and then develop and strengthen myself, waiting for the day when all the enemies will be trampled underfoot? But the Great Yan Kingdom is not what you seem to be." It seems that the four cities in the north were destroyed by the enemy one after another, precisely because the courtiers and people of Dayan were not united. What they saw was their own interests, not the interests of the country of Dayan."
"So, I want you to remember one thing."
Although Murong Changlan didn't care about Murong Shame's words, he still bowed his head and said: "I listen to my father's teachings."
Murong shame looked at him and said solemnly: "If Dayan Kingdom can survive this catastrophe, the first thing you need to do after inheriting the throne is not to expand the territory, but to stabilize the government. Enemies in Dayan, far away It is more terrifying than the enemies outside... As long as no one dares to question your throne, and only if you hold an absolutely unified and obedient country in your hands, can you take a firm step forward."
"Royal father."
Murong Changlan said: "My son thinks that expanding the territory is not a way to unite the country? Now some people in Dayan do care about the interests of their families, but what they value is Benefits mean that there is no way to make them obey, this method, my son thinks it is to go to war. If the people of each family can get enough benefits from the war, they will gradually change from obedience to obedience to the court."
Murong shame was slightly taken aback, and couldn't help but shook his head: "Lan'er, you can see things to a certain depth, but they bypass the superficial things."
"What Royal Father taught is... But Royal Father, if you can't destroy those families, you can only find a way to divert their attention from dividing the interests of the Great Yan Kingdom, can't you?"
Just as Murong Hui was about to say something, he saw someone running over in a hurry outside, shouting while running: "Your Majesty! Something is not right!"
The great monk Cuiji sitting cross-legged on the square heard the urgent shout and opened his eyes, as if thinking of something, but he didn't respond, closed his eyes again, and turned a blind eye to the running man. The person who came to report the letter took a look at him, then passed by, rushed straight to Murong Shame and said something hastily.
Murong shame's face changed suddenly, and his teeth were clenching.
"Zhu Chijian... I really underestimated you!"
The person who reported the message gasped and said: "The commander of the Black Banner Army, Fang Jie, brought only two people to the city gate and asked to open the city gate to enter the city. Personally, if we don’t open the door, the enemy will look down on us, and there is Heishang Guoshi in charge, so we opened the city gate... But who would have thought that Fang Jie didn’t want to come to the palace at all, his goal was to open the gate of Dali City !"
Murong shame's body shook involuntarily, the anger in his eyes was burning like fire.
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city gate
river of blood
Xie Fuyao stood outside the city gate, standing there alone, but kept everyone from getting closer. When the city guards discovered that the three men had no intention of going any further after they entered the city gate, they realized that the three men were not going to the palace to fight against the great monk, but to snatch the city gate. . But who would have thought that only three people on the other side would dare to do this
Unless a lunatic, who would have thought of such a way? No matter how limited the troops in Dali City are, three people cannot resist them. Even if they are great practitioners, they will eventually get tired. Faced with endless rebellions, how long can the three last? It doesn't take long to kill until you are exhausted.
On the other side of the city gate, Fang Xie was standing there, fighting against Heishang Guoshi. The power of those two people when they fought did not allow others to approach, even if someone with good cultivation wanted to avoid the two of them and rush into the door opening The city gate was closed again, but the fat Taoist who looked harmless to humans and animals sitting in the gate turned into a mountain blocking the way. Anyone who tried to cross him would have to pay the price in blood.
At this time, the defenders began to think of other ways. Someone proposed to use a hanging basket to lower the master from the city wall, and then rushed into the city gate from the outside.
So, what they faced was a young man with a sword on his back.
The opponent obviously planned it out, the young man with the sword on his back guarded the outside, Fang Jie was inside, and the fat Taoist was in the middle to support the two of them. As long as they persisted for half an hour, the cavalry of the Black Banner Army could kill them. But this is only a theoretical matter, because it is impossible for the people of Nanyan to watch the cavalry of the Black Banner Army come in. Within half an hour, the cavalry of the Black Banner Army was rushing here, and the Nanyan defenders also began to mobilize on a large scale, going out from other city gates to the north gate.
If the Nanyan army stopped the cavalry of the Black Banner Army, then Fang Xie and the three of them would not be as simple as holding on for half an hour. At that time, the three of them will face tens of thousands of Nanyan soldiers and practitioners in the entire Dali City.
This method, indeed only a lunatic can think of it. Once the cavalry of the Black Banner Army was blocked, the three of them would lose their backup, and they would either try their best to get out of the siege, or they would die in battle due to exhaustion. There are not no examples in history of the army relying on human lives to fight to the death of great practitioners, and it is only at this specific time that they can appear.
Because the prerequisite for the army to fight to the death of the great practitioner is that the great practitioner does not retreat but fights to the end.
"The Liangyi sword."
Xie Fuyao gently spit out three words from his mouth, and the killing started immediately. Those cultivators who came down from the city wall and wanted to attack the city gate from the outside began to fall one after another after the exit of these three words. At this moment, they finally understood what it means to be a sword like a dragon.
There were more and more corpses outside the door, and a thin layer of beads of sweat gradually appeared on Xie Fuyao's forehead. He took the time to look back at Fang Jie's side, and found that although Fang Jie was only facing one person, the pressure was far greater than that on his side. The guy in the bright red robe seemed to be difficult to deal with.
Meet your opponent!
It's not that Fang Jie has never met someone with a physique similar to his own, and Luo Yao is one of them. But when Fang Jie and Luo Yao fought decisively, Luo Yao's powerful physical body had already been injured by Yang Jian. At that time, Luo Yao relied on his extremely strong cultivation instead of his physical body to fight against Fang Jie.
But this man named Heishang Guoshi actually fought Fang Jie recklessly in terms of physique without any difficulty!
This had to surprise Fang Jie.
boom!
The fists of the two people collided once again. Under the huge strength, both of them were forced to take a few steps back by the strength of the opponent. This kind of pure muscle wrestling made people shudder, and its power was even stronger than the competition of internal strength. Immediate shock! The battles between great practitioners are often done at a certain distance. Fang Jie and Heishang Guoshi used a more direct method.
Melee!
It was the first time that Fang Jie met a person who was so sharp in close combat.
From the very beginning, the two of them gave up long-range attacks and chose to fight close to the opponent instead. Fang Jie has always had such self-confidence, who would have thought that Heishang Guoshi would also have such self-confidence
After the fists clashed, the clothes on the arms of the two had been shattered by the opponent, and the bare arms were bulging like dragons.
"Surprised?"
Heishang Guoshi smiled ferociously: "Do you think that no one can fight you in close quarters? Today I will show you that what comes from nature is not necessarily stronger than what comes from day after tomorrow! "
He tapped his feet again, stepping on the road paved with blue bricks to create a big hole, and charged towards Fang Jie like a cannonball. Fang Jie, on the other hand, did not evade at all, and went straight to meet him!
But at this moment, Fang Xie had to think.
Why
This Heishang Guoshi has such a strong physique? But he said that he was not born from nature but from the day after tomorrow? What happened to this person that made him undergo such a drastic change
Boom!
The fists collided again, and the bones of the two people made excited noises. It was a kind of joy of meeting their opponents. The two fought faster and harder.