"There are still some fools in this world who try to move mountains regardless of the cost. You might as well ask Hai Wuya why he, a dignified Shangshu, forced himself into the sky prison for thirty years and into the dead end he is in now."
Qiao Mu said: "All choices have a price. He has his price, and I have mine."
The price for ordinary people to break into the palace is death.
Trees will not die.
His price was lighter, a boring dream that was longer than an ordinary person's life.
But ordinary people would not break into the palace.
After careful consideration and understanding the price he would have to pay, he still insisted... This was the spirit of martial arts that emerged after he walked out of a long dream that lasted several lifetimes.
Chapter 273 The First and Last Emperor (6k
"All choices have a price..."
Yan Shenji repeated this sentence, and his eyes became deep.
After hearing this, he roughly understood the thoughts of the Qiao family member in front of him.
Most people in this world act for fame, wealth and power. This cannot be said to be vulgar, but rather it is human nature.
After all, who doesn’t want to live a better life, or even gain both fame and fortune, and enjoy wealth and glory in front of others
But the Qiao family member in front of him, knew there was a tiger in the mountain, but still went there.
Even though he had almost no breath left, his mouth was still very tough.
Maybe Yan Shenji is also old... When he heard these words, he couldn't help but think of his youth.
Nearly three hundred years ago, at the end of the Great Zhou Dynasty, although there were no outsiders interfering in government affairs, the government was still in decline and the people were living in misery.
At the end of a dynasty, there are usually peasant uprisings, and the peasants who rise up usually do not have any great or lofty ideals, but simply because they have no choice but to rebel and they just want to survive in troubled times.
The peasant soldiers just want to survive and have something to eat, while the ambitious people are thinking of taking advantage of the situation to become kings or prime ministers... But there is indeed a small group of people who shine with other brilliance.
Impulsive and impatient young people are willing to rise up just for a sense of pride or a meal.
These were the majority of the former insurgents.
Most of the mature and stable middle-aged people would not follow them to do such dangerous things as putting their heads on the line and going against the imperial court.
This is most, but not all.
Occasionally, there are some fools in this world who do things knowing that they are wrong, and there are often more of them in troubled times.
Yan Shenji glanced at Qiao Mu, then at Emperor Yonghe beside him, and then at the devastation in front of the Golden Throne Hall.
He suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.
"What a familiar taste." He suddenly said:
Nearly three hundred years have passed.
Once again he smelled the decay of the last years of a dynasty.
But at that time he was the leader of the rebel army.
Now he is the mainstay of the Great Yan royal family.
"Is the fate of the Great Yan coming to an end?" He suppressed this thought in his mind and raised the Human King Sword in his hand:
"Since you have made up your mind, draw your sword."
The golden light of national destiny on the Human King Sword faded away and turned into the dark yellow internal energy of the Imperial True Skill.
Every bit of national destiny power used is a bit less, which is also a heavy burden for the current Great Yan Dynasty. Yan Shen Ji will not use it lightly, not to mention that his enemies are warriors.
"It should have been done long ago." Qiao Mu leaned over slightly, grabbed the ankle of the Qin King's golden statue from the cracked shallow pit on the steps, and pulled up the Qin King's golden statue that was stuck diagonally on the ground.
"Your sword may be sharp, but my sword is not bad either."
“… ..You call this a sword?” Yan Shenji raised his eyebrows and raised the Human King Sword.
"You said all choices have a price."
"Since you are prepared to die in battle, it is time for you to pay the price."
Yan Shenji has mastered the Changsheng Fist to perfection, but his ripple wave force can only reach the third level.
The training method is the training method, and the fighting method is the fighting method.
Ripple Wave Force is a fighting style included in the Changsheng Fist. Although it is a transcendent martial art, the transcendent martial arts in this world are not unique to the Changsheng Fist.
What Yan Shenji is best at is not the ripple wave force, but the Huangji Zhengong that he created himself.
The long sword broke through the air, and the surging energy of the sea cut through the air and submerged Qiao Mu who was holding the Qin King's sword.
... .
The other side of the Golden Throne Hall.
Hai Wuya stood there blankly, somewhat dazed.
"The reason Qiao Shuangyi broke into the palace was because he felt that I shouldn't die in this way?"
Hai Wuya felt mixed emotions.
In fact, today was the first time he met Qiao Shuangzhao, but he always felt that Qiao Shuangzhao's words and actions were natural and there was nothing wrong with them.
"The Qiao family has been strong-willed and chivalrous for generations. They are truly a magical family."
Hai Wuya sighed.
Chu Xing, the Feiyu Guard beside him, was also touched and a little dazed.
But suddenly his heart trembled, and his keen intuition sensed that danger was approaching - but it was too late.
A sword was placed across his neck, and an old man in his sixties with graying hair on his temples appeared behind him.
"Are there really accomplices of Qiao Shuangzhao?" Chu Xing's mind raced as he saw Hai Siyuan and Li Changshi appear beside him.
"Your Majesty was right this time." Chu Xing thought to himself:
"Qiao Shuangzhao alone has held back the Imperial Guards. Now everyone's attention is on him, and his accomplices took advantage of the lack of guards in other parts of the palace and actually made a sneak attack."
"However, fortunately there are not many people, only two..."
As soon as he thought of this, he saw the stone city in Li Changshi's hand slowly spinning, and one white-haired old soldier after another walked out of it.
"Two...more than two hundred?!" Chu Xing gave up resisting directly.
Not to mention that the palace is unguarded at the moment... even if it was leaky like a sieve, it would be impossible for more than 200 veterans to sneak in.
The stone city in Li Changshi's hands made this possible, and also made Chu Xing and several other Feiyu Guards give up resistance directly.
Among the old soldiers, there are a total of twenty warriors of the third rank in spiritual cultivation, and the rest are also veterans who have experienced forty years of bloody battles on the battlefield. It is natural that they can deal with Chu Xing and others without any problem.
"It was so successful? So easy, and even without bloodshed, I rescued my father?" Hai Siyuan was still a little bit unbelievable at this time.
When he came, he thought the palace was very dangerous, but he and Li Changshi sneaked in easily and at ease.
"Xiao Hai, this is not because we are too strong or too lucky." Li Changshi's gaze looked into the distance and fell on Qiao Shuangzhai who was fighting with Yan Shenji in front of the Golden Palace.
At this time, Qiao Shuangzhao's skin was cracked and his skin was as black as charcoal. It was obvious that he had experienced a hard battle.
The reason why their trip was so easy was simply because there were people carrying the heavy load in front, attracting most of the firepower.
"Why... did you come? I'm already a dying man." Hai Wuya said slowly.
He had been very calm, but when he saw his eldest son and the other veterans in danger, he could no longer remain calm and his brows were furrowed.
In his opinion, he only had a few days left to live, and if he involved others, even his colleagues and children, it would be a disaster.
"Brother Hai, don't blame me." Li Changshi smiled and said:
"You have your ideas, and we have our choices. That's all."
Hai Siyuan nodded silently.
In fact, as Hai Wuya's eldest son, he is already an old man in his sixties and has already made his own judgment.
Hai Wuya decided not to involve others and asked Doctor Dong to tell his son that there was no need to save him.
But Hai Siyuan and others naturally have their own ideas.
"Brother Hai has been rescued... Where should we go now? Should we leave as soon as possible or..." Li Changshi and Hai Siyuan exchanged glances.
Their secret trip to the palace was naturally intended to save the dying Hai Wuya.
Now the goal has been achieved.
According to common sense, they should leave the palace as soon as possible.
But just leave quietly without saying a word
Qiao Shuangzhao was still fighting in front, which attracted the attention of the imperial guards. Hai Siyuan thought to himself that if Qiao Shuangzhao hadn't been there, they would never have been able to sneak into the palace so easily.
Apart from anything else, the 10,000 imperial guards formed a tight net, and even Qiao Shuangzhai, who was an extraordinary martial artist, was discovered, let alone them.
By then, can these two hundred veteran soldiers defeat the ten thousand imperial guards and the other masters in the palace
Now that the matter is over, they're just going to walk away and watch Qiao Shuangzhao fight to death in front of the throne
"Of course you can't leave." Hai Siyuan said decisively.
"If we don't leave, what else can we do?" Li Changshi was older and calmer:
"The palace master who dealt with him was truly unfathomable... Qiao Shuangzhao is almost dead. If you and I don't leave, what else can we do? Are we going to give up our lives here?"
"There are two paths in front of us now."
"One is to just pat our butts and leave with Hai Wuya. This is our original purpose anyway."
"The second option... is a life-or-death situation. Even if you survive by chance, you will become a traitor to Da Yan and will never have peace in the future."
While these two were conversing, they heard the impatient voices of the other veteran soldiers behind them.
"No, General Li, General Hai... Time is running out, are you still playing a double act here?"
"We followed you into the palace and we already knew what to do. Why are you doing this now?" A skinny old soldier with a white beard blew his beard and glared:
"Why do you think we are here? I'll be frank... Lord Hai Wuya is a good official, but I've only known him for a few months. I don't need to risk my life and property for him by breaking into the palace."
At this point, the skinny old soldier showed a bit of sadness on his face:
"I have only been in the imperial capital for the past two weeks. When the imperial court first granted me the fief, I thought about taking the imperial reward and retiring to the countryside..."
"But I can't sleep!" The skinny old soldier's eyes widened, with an inexplicable light in his eyes:
"I have been fighting with aliens in the desert for forty years. When I got out of the desert, I saw Da Yan, whom I had been thinking about for forty years, become like this..."
"If I were to return home with the money, and watch my fellow villagers continue to worship gods and immortals, and place strangers on the altar... wouldn't the war forty years ago be in vain? Wouldn't our 100,000 comrades have died in vain?"
The other old soldiers were also silent, feeling sad.
There are many people who share the same idea as the skinny old soldier.
After leaving the desert, many old soldiers took the silver and returned home.
They were already tired of fighting and just wanted to live a peaceful life in their later years... That's what they thought at first.
It's just that they can't do it.
Fighting has become muscle memory, hatred for aliens is engraved in their bones, and they have been fighting against aliens for most of their lives. Now they are asked to adapt to an era when the Great Yan Dynasty has knelt before the Nine Immortal Sects
They really can't do it.
So over the past few months, more and more old soldiers have spontaneously gone to the imperial capital to visit Hai Wuya, and now there are more than two hundred people.
Practice martial arts, practice the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra", and practice all martial arts that can make them stronger.
Of the once 100,000-man army, only 300 were left after forty years.
These last three hundred white-haired soldiers were not the strongest among the former army.
But they can be considered the three hundred people with the most resolute determination.
"Everyone has a scale in his heart."
"That's right. Those who are afraid of death have already died in the desert."
"There are no cowards in the Western Expedition Army."
"We were able to leave the desert thanks to the sacrifices of several members of the Qiao family. Now that the Qiao family is fighting a bloody battle ahead, we just pat our butts and run away? I, an old man, cannot do such an inhumane thing."