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"Fire the arrows!" The rain dripped from Gong Dian's wet beard, and the commander of the imperial guards with a pale complexion issued an order in a trembling voice.
Countless feathered arrows broke away from the tight bowstring at this moment, and suddenly the speed increased to the peak, tearing the rainwater in the air, and shooting at Wu Zhu who was standing alone in the middle of the square.
The densely packed arrow feathers seemed to cover the sky and the sun, but today's torrential rain took away this effect first, so the countless arrow feathers shot out quickly like venting dissatisfaction, crushing all the raindrops in the air between the sky and the earth, making the whole world The sky above the square turned into a water curtain like a divine realm!
Complementing this terrifying momentum was the eerie whistling sound of these arrow feathers piercing the air. These sounds represented the mighty military power of the Qing Kingdom, as well as their irresistible killing intent.
In such a dense attack of arrow feathers, no one could survive, not even Fan Xian. Even Ye Liuyun at the Dadong Mountain back then faced only hundreds of crossbow arrows, and in such a terrain, the Grandmaster was erratic. Their agility is their greatest protection.
How to kill a Grand Master? Fan Xian thought deeply about this problem back then. He had to put it on the plain, shoot a volley of arrows, and then use the heavy armored cavalry to charge in a row, so as not to give the grand master the possibility of escape.
Wu Zhu standing alone in the rain is very powerful, at least those who know his name will never think that he is weaker than a great master. Obviously, the withdrawal of the imperial army and the shooting of arrows was very suitable for Fan Xian's plan - at this time, the square was wide, and even though it was raining, there was nothing to block the view. How could Wu Zhu avoid it? After all, manpower is sometimes poor, and one enemy has ten thousand men, but if the arrows and feathers are fired together, if the strength of ten thousand people is combined, how can we resist it
Facing the feather arrows that were denser than the rainstorm, could Wu Zhu still stand in the middle of the square with incomparable strength
Wu Zhu's movement is not as fast as Ye Liuyun's, Wu Zhu's shot is not as fierce as Si Gu Jian's, Wu Zhu can't escape the rain like Ku He, he just raised his head indifferently, looking through the wet black cloth, He rushed towards his face, the strong wind was pressing against his face, and the black arrow rain enveloped tens of feet around his body.
The tip of the arrow pierced the raindrops and came in front of him.
In today's world, Fan Xian is the one with the strongest kung fu. With the help of the Dharma book that Ku He left behind, he can skim over ten feet on the snowy ground. There was no way for the rain of arrows in the sky to reach beyond the range of the rain of arrows as quickly as lightning.
So Wu Zhu's body didn't move, and he didn't try to avoid the extremely dense rain of arrows, which had obviously been gathering momentum for a long time, because no one could dodge it—he just took back the iron rod in the rain beside him, In front of his chest, it was like a door that was suddenly closed, locking his figure behind the rain and fog.
Aggressive! The terrifying sound of countless arrowheads hitting the target seemed to resound at this moment. Some of the powerful arrows pierced the bluestone slab at Wuzhu's feet, bounced violently, and couldn't bear the huge force on the arrow body in the air, and snapped brittlely, and some arrows even shot directly into the ground. In the narrow gap between the bluestone slabs, the arrow feathers buzzed.
In just a split second, Wuzhu's thin body was covered by countless arrow branches. After countless palpitating noises, the entire imperial city was silent, and everyone's pupils gradually shrank, shrinking in horror. He looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.
The arrow branches are like weeds that have been urged by the spring rain. They are densely planted on the ground within a radius of about tens of feet in the center of the square in front of the palace, splashing in the air!
And in the middle of the densest arrow rain, Wu Zhu was still standing silently. At some point, the hat he had been wearing had arrived in his hand, with an unknown number of arrows pierced on it, and it looked like a black The fur ball oozes with cold light.
And his right hand is still holding the iron rod steadily, under the right hand are countless arrow feathers that he cut off.
The rain-soaked square was full of arrow branches, and Wuzhu stood among the broken arrows all over the ground. Except for the position where his feet were standing, the killing intent after the ground was broken seemed to be the only thing in the world. He was left alone, standing on the clean ground.
The rain suddenly lightened at this moment, and it seemed that God also began to faintly fear the blind man who was still standing stubbornly under the ten thousand feathered arrows. A gap was torn open in the rain cloud suddenly, and the sun's rays shot down from that gap, shining on Wu Zhu's body, and indifferently cast a clear light on the blind clothed man.
The autumn wind blew by in the light rain, Wu Zhu's soaked clothes flicked lightly, and with a rustling sound, the hat on his left hand, which had held countless feather arrows, finally came to an end, and fell apart in his hands. , like a fragile lantern.
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No one knew what happened. The Forbidden Army of the Imperial City had no idea how this miraculous scene appeared in the world. At the moment when Wan Jian approached him, Wu Zhu actually moved, but he moved so fast that the traces of the iron brazing rod in his hand and the high-speed spinning hat, these two traces, turned into the slightest remnants in the rain. Shadow, no one can see it at all.
Wu Zhu's feet were like two stakes, standing deep in the ground, the iron rod in his right hand seemed to be alive, it had completely calculated the flight trajectory of each arrow branch, and it was within Wu Zhu's direction. With the cooperation of the powerful executive ability of the limbs, it is incredible to cut down every arrow that really pierced his body.
At the previous moment, every stabbing and cutting of the iron chisel was strongly limited by Wu Zhu within the range of his body, without an inch beyond. He let the whistling arrows wipe his clothes and wipe himself His earlobe brushed past his thigh, but he didn't even look at the arrows.
The front of those drenched cloth shoes were filled with feathered arrows, and Wu Zhu didn't even make a single block. This kind of absolute calculation ability, the confidence that comes with it, and the strong will shown are really not something that can be found in the world.
If it were any great master, it would be impossible for him to be as calm as Wu Zhu had shown before, because no one in this world could calculate so many things in such a short period of time except Wu Zhu. And in the blink of an eye, he can make the most suitable response.
Thousands of arrows are fired, but it is a volley, which must cover all the areas Wu Zhu may avoid, so there are not so many arrows that are actually shot at Wu Zhu's body, but... In this world, except for Wu Zhu, Who can make such a judgment so calmly at such a critical moment
Not much, but only for Wuzhu, even so, the iron brazing rod in his hand could not cut off all the dense feather arrows rushing towards his face in an instant, so his left hand also moved and took it off directly. He took off the hat on his head and began to spin rapidly in the rain, rolling up countless rain arcs and shaking away countless arrow branches...
The hat shattered, shattered like a lantern, and scattered on the wet ground with a bang, shaking countless broken arrows.
With some difficulty, Wu Zhu straightened the five fingers of his left hand, looking at the few feathered arrows that pierced through his arm, a very real emotion suddenly appeared on his expressionless face.
Some pain, Wuzhu thought in his heart, and then he pulled out the feather arrows that penetrated deeply into the bone and even penetrated out from his left forearm. The sound of the arrow sticks rubbing against his forearm was heard in this For a moment, it seemed to cover up the sound of the gradually decreasing rain.
There was silence in the imperial city, and the clear light penetrated through the cracks in the sky of Kyoto, shining on Wu Zhu's thin body, he slowly and seemingly unconsciously pulled out the arrow from his body, Then he wiped the liquid from the wound, and walked again.
When this step fell, there was the sound of arrows breaking, because Wu Zhu was walking on the pile of arrows in front of him, walking towards the palace.
The morale of the Forbidden Army fell to the extreme at this moment, and it was even lower than when the sky shook a year ago. Because although the fear of the unknown is terrifying, it is definitely not as terrifying as watching a monster. They don't know who the strong man standing under the palace is still standing in the rain of arrows. They just subconsciously think that the other party must not be a human being. monster!
Or... fairy
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With the strict discipline of the Qing army, even if they were facing a great master who was praised by all the people, perhaps they would not stop at the slightest, but would use a series of rainstorm arrows to kill the enemies of the Qing country. However, today they really felt fear, because that strong man not only showed his incomparably powerful strength, but more importantly, they were shocked by the indifference shown by that strong man.
So when Wuzhu was about to walk to the gate of the palace on the dense pile of arrows that looked like grass growing in spring, the second wave of arrow rain still did not fall.
The pale Gong Dian stared blankly at the blind man who was getting closer, and suddenly felt bitterness in his mouth. The five masters were already too close to the imperial city. Even if they used arrows to attack again, the effect would not be as good as before, could it? Is it true that the mission His Majesty entrusted to me will never be completed
In his life, Emperor Qing was only afraid of two things, one was the black box, and the other was the fifth child who came steadily today. In the twenty years since the massacre in Taiping Bieyuan, His Majesty the Emperor tried more than once to clear Wuzhu from the world, but... in the end he still failed. Just to deal with Wu Zhu's revenge, His Majesty the Emperor naturally has his own plan.
Fan Xian came back from the temple, and naturally Wu Zhu also came back. Emperor Qing never expected God to give him a surprise. He actually didn't make much preparations for Wuzhu, because there are not many ways to check and balance Wuzhu in the world, not to mention that there is only one His Majesty who is getting old and tired in Qing Kingdom, and that Master Ye Liuyun has long since drifted away. go…
In Emperor Qing's view, the only possible way to eliminate Wuzhu was the city wall of the imperial palace, the obstruction of countless forbidden troops, and the fire that filled the sky.
Because a few years ago in the wasteland behind the Qing Temple, Emperor Qing had seen with his own eyes the envoy of the temple gradually melt into strange things in the fire, and he had also heard those crackling sounds—gong ceremonies, He is the executor who will implement Emperor Qing's plan to eliminate the five bamboos. For this reason, the Imperial Army has prepared rockets and corresponding facilities in these days.
However, it seems that in this autumn of the twelfth year of the Qingli calendar, God really abandoned the one he had chosen in the world. When Wuzhu came outside the palace due to inexplicable and deep emotions, the sky suddenly fell in the late autumn of Kyoto, a rare rainstorm in a hundred years.
The heavy rain that hit the sky severely hit the preparations for the palace ceremony, and it seemed that it also wanted to clean up the past of the Nanqing court and pay a funeral for a powerful king.
Gong Dian took a deep breath, looked at Wu Zhu who was getting closer, stopped shooting arrows, and shouted coldly in a hoarse voice: "Prepare the kerosene!"
If one wanted to engulf the five bamboos under the imperial city in a sea of flames, Fan Xian's gunpowder air-explosion poison plan set up by the Overwatch Council during the Kyoto rebellion four years ago was undoubtedly the most powerful. However, as early as four years ago, Fan Xian had already hidden a large amount of gunpowder stocked by the Overwatch Council under the small building. The most important thing was... the rain, the damn rain, so Gong Dian could only place his hope on Fire oil can kill the five adults under the imperial city.
The kerosene was poured down, but it couldn't splash on Wu Zhu's body at all. Wu Zhu seemed to be walking slowly and steadily, but it was like an antelope soaring on a cliff, and came to the gate of the palace.
As the rain gradually subsided, the imperial guards on the imperial city finally ignited a dozen rockets and shot them all down. When the flames touched the kerosene mixed with water under the imperial city, they immediately ignited violently. The torrential rain rising from the ground, the rain of fire, burst out a huge flame, trying to engulf Wuzhu's lonely figure!
At this moment, Wuzhu flew up, more precisely, he walked up, completely beyond the imagination of all human beings, the iron rod in his hand stabbed into a gap about two feet high in the palace, Like an arrow being ejected from a bowstring, his body accelerated rapidly and turned into an indifferent shadow. On the smooth and straight imperial city wall, his feet kept interlacing, and he ran towards the city wall like this!
No one can describe this scene, Wuzhu is running on the road, on the wall of the imperial city, facing the rainy sky!
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When Wu Zhu's feet wearing cloth shoes landed firmly on the head of the imperial city, Gong Dian knew that the situation was over, and no one in this world could stop Wu Zhu from entering the palace except His Majesty the Emperor.
Under the autumn rain, there was suddenly a thunderous sound of horseshoes from a corner of the square. The number of cavalry was not large, but they were extremely chilling. The envoy of the Privy Council, who is now the number one member of the Qing army, Marshal Ye Chong, finally rushed over from the Privy Council. .
Ye Zhong's face was shocked and livid. The rain made his gray hair stick to his dark face, making him look extremely embarrassed. He looked at the back of the lonely blind man on the top of the city from a distance, jumped off his horse, and ran towards the direction of the imperial city in the rain, but almost staggered, and sternly shouted: "My lord, don't act recklessly! "
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"I know that the temple has been abandoned... But I think that since Lao Wu is a person in the temple, the temple will always have a way to keep him there. Who knows that he can really return to the world. Why is that?"
"Why, my God, is there such a heavy rain today? Why is that?"
"I have the world in my heart, and I control thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. Unexpectedly, I was forced to drive by a man today. Who can tell me why?"
"How unfair the heavens are, if you give me some more time, no, if I didn't get hurt under that box that day, why would I be afraid of the fifth child coming here?"
"But even if the fifth child comes? So what?"
From time to time, His Majesty the Emperor, who had to hear urgent reports from outside the palace, still had a calm face, a sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of his lips, he slowly stood up from the dragon chair, and steadily raised his hands, making the eunuch Yao beside him pay attention. He carefully checked the dragon robe on his body for any wrinkles.
There are many kinds of dragon robes, and the dragon robe worn by Emperor Qing today is extremely close-fitting, presumably it will not have any effect on his attack later. It's just, just... Why do the wrinkles at the corners of His Majesty's eyes look so tired? Such a faint sadness
Standing in the quiet and empty Taiji Hall, Emperor Qing held his hands behind his back and remained silent for a long time. His hair was neatly combed and tied casually behind his head with a light yellow ribbon, making him look extraordinarily chic.
After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, and there was no longer the faint self-deprecating look in his eyes when he asked himself before, but only a calm and strong confidence.
His Majesty the Emperor's calm and indifferent eyes followed the open gate of the Taiji Hall, passed through the square in front of the hall, and looked at the main gate of the imperial city where the sound of fighting was gradually rising. He knew that the fifth child would come from there after a while Come here, because he knows the character of the fifth child, that guy will only take the most direct path in his life.
"Did you find Fan Xian?" His eyelids drooped slightly, and he asked casually as he gently turned a jade wrench between his fingers.
"Not yet." Eunuch Yao said respectfully from the side, "Miss Fan disappeared last night."
The emperor closed his eyes and said after a moment of contemplation: "It seems that I still underestimated many people, such as this girl Ruoruo."
Eunuch Yao didn't dare to answer at this time, but he also felt very strange in his heart. After the palace knew the accurate news of Fan Xian's entry into Beijing, His Majesty immediately invited Miss Fan into the palace last night. Obviously, His Majesty Fan Xian's lifeline was pinpointed, but who knows... the Miss Fan family suddenly disappeared in the palace last night.
If the Miss Fan family is a hidden master, why was she invited into the palace by the inner court instead of fleeing outside the palace
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The tens of thousands of forbidden soldiers in the imperial city are still using their own flesh and blood to stubbornly block Wuzhu's entry, blood is all over the way, but none of the forbidden soldiers takes a step back! It took time for Si Gujian to kill ants with a wooden stick under the big green tree back then, not to mention killing people now, Wu Zhu is still killing calmly, but there are never fewer people in front of him, I don't know how much more time it takes to kill ants. How long to kill.
"There is still half an hour." His Majesty the Emperor seemed to always be able to accurately grasp the development of all things in the world. He walked out of the Tai Chi Hall slowly, stood under the corridor, and watched the rain that was getting thinner and thinner outside the corridor. Seems thoughtful.
The eunuchs and maids in the palace retreated far away nervously. The emperor was surrounded by only eunuch Yao, looking so lonely.
The emperor suddenly frowned, coughed a few times, took the white silk from Eunuch Yao's hand, wiped the corners of his lips, and said indifferently: "If An Zhi doesn't act again, this matter will be interesting."
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The atmosphere in the palace was extremely tense and serious, without a trace of liveliness, so it was naturally quite boring. At this time, Fan Xian was among the eunuchs at the end of the hallway of the Tai Chi Hall, watching the middle-aged man in the distance with a very heavy and complicated mood, or should I say... the old man.
Just after midnight yesterday, under the cover of darkness, Fan Xian came to the palace alone. This time he didn't try to climb into the palace like a gecko like he did after the poetry meeting in front of the palace that year. Because of today's Kyoto, because of the raging war in the north, and because of his return, the defense force has been raised to an extremely terrifying level, and it has become an impossible task to try to break through the wall.
So Fan Xian used the chess piece that he had buried deepest in the world. Apart from him, only Wang Qinian knew about this chess piece, and Deng Ziyue only vaguely knew about it. It was Hong Zhu.
Now that Hong Zhu had returned to the imperial study, he was favored again. With the secret help of this celebrity in the palace, Fan Xian seemed relaxed, but actually sneaked into the palace through Huanyifang extremely dangerously.
Fan Xian never thought about what the consequences would be if Hong Zhu sold himself. His second life has already reached this point, what else is he afraid to lose
After sneaking into the palace, Fan Xian knew the news that his sister was taken into the palace again. He immediately understood His Majesty's thoughts. It seems that at this moment of life and death, the man sitting on the dragon chair finally tore off With all the hypocritical masks, she was ready to directly threaten herself with Ruoruo's life.
This was different from when Ruoruo was taken as a hostage back then, because His Majesty the Emperor had enough confidence in him at that time, so he could still retain the appearance of a holy monarch, and Fan Xian was not worried that he would really threaten him with his sister's life or death.
But now that the emperor is old, and the lingering injuries are not healed at all, I'm afraid he also smells the smell of death.
Fan Xianmi closed his eyes and carefully lowered his head. Behind those court ladies, through the gaps in their clothes, he stared at the Emperor Lao Tzu at the main entrance of the Tai Chi Hall, feeling a little complicated for a while.
He also knew about the changes in the imperial city, and guessed Uncle Wuzhu's arrival, but he couldn't figure it out, did Uncle Wuzhu really wake up? But no matter what, Fan Xian was very aware of the strength of these peerless powerhouses and the powerful fighting power of the Qing army. Even if Wu Zhu broke through the defense of the imperial army with extraordinary strength, he would definitely be injured when he came to the Tai Chi Hall.
And in the face of the emperor Lao Tzu who has been waiting for him all day long, what chance does Uncle Wu Zhu have
Fan Xian's eyes narrowed even more. Looking at the emperor in the distance, he coughed lightly twice, and then put the white silk to wipe his mouth into his sleeve. (, If you want to know what happens next, please log in, there are more chapters, support the author, support the original!)