The old Taoist, covered in blood, opened Chu Zheng's hand, twisted his waist, yelled and moaned in misery, saying that his whole body was in unbearable pain, and that there was probably not a single inch of good flesh in the hundred catties of flesh and bones. I'm afraid it will shatter like a vase if you move it a little bit.
Chu Zheng's eyes began to turn red again, and tears were about to fall down.
He regretted it now, and felt that he was really not a son of man. Before, he even slandered the old Taoist for being cowardly and unreliable! In fact, I am the master who is the bravest person. When everyone attacked the city lord's mansion, if he hadn't restrained Jie Mucuo, I don't know how many people would die and whether the battle would be successful.
Thinking about it this way, Chu Zheng made up his mind that he must be filial to his master in the future, even though he always loves to drink, even though he always uses all kinds of specious reasons to confuse himself, so that he can obediently sell soup cakes and buy yellow soup for him.
But at the critical moment, you can see the true nature of a hero. Master deserves to do this. Now that he is so seriously injured, he is about to die. He just wants to eat a bowl of soup and cakes, and he doesn't expect big fish and meat. He is really the best master in the world!
Chu Zheng almost couldn't help but kneel down to his master.
But at this moment, there was a deafening rumbling sound from Changtian, and King An's voice sounded like thunder, so Chu Zheng saw in a daze that his master, who had just said he was going to die, jumped from the ground like an ape. He jumped up, held up the head of Jie Mucuo in his hand, and roared to the sky like a tiger: "Bailu Cave disciple, Liu Bofu, is willing to help King An!"
At the same time, Chu Zheng heard Zhang Xun's dying cry, and saw Zhang Chang'an who was holding Zhang Xun raised his head and cried, "The Zhang family in Jincheng County, Zhang Chang'an, is willing to help His Royal Highness King An!"
Chu Zheng's blood rushed straight to his head in an instant, he didn't care to complain about his master, he half knelt on the ground and shouted to the sky: "Bailu Cave disciple, Chu Zheng, is willing to help His Royal Highness King An!"
In the courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion, there were scattered and incomplete corpses. Some intestines were hanging under the eaves, some broken legs were resting on the window sill, and some heads rolled to the corner of the wall. The brown pool of blood that was gradually solidified was spread into a carpet.
Facing the iron plate lying on the corpse of a Tubo man, he suddenly raised his trembling fingers with difficulty, and said in a voice like a mosquito, "Tsingyi Yamen, Feng Er, I would like to help...His Royal Highness King An!"
A swordsman in Tsing Yi who was sitting in front of the hanging flower door with his head bowed and a drop of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth suddenly raised his head as if waking up from a dream.
In front of the wrong room, Granny Zheng, who was stuffing her intestines back into her stomach and lowering her head to sew her own bloody belly, was suddenly startled, and stood up abruptly, not afraid of another piece of intestines falling out.
In the dark flower bed behind the screen wall, a bloody hand with three broken fingers suddenly stretched out.
In the various courtyards of the City Lord's Mansion, all the trails, behind the rockery, beside the lake, and in the gardens, there are more or less men standing up, looking up at the blue light sword under the black clouds, with expressions of awe.
"Tsingyi Yamen, Lu... City, I would like to help His Royal Highness King An!"
"Qingyi Yamen, Zheng Fu, is willing to help His Royal Highness King An!"
"Jincheng County, Ma Liu, is willing to help His Royal Highness King An!"
"Jincheng County, Han Jin, is willing to help His Royal Highness King An!"
"Shen Youcai, I would like to help His Royal Highness King An!"
"Qin San, I would like to help His Royal Highness King An!"
"... I would like to help His Royal Highness King An!"
Inside and outside the city lord's mansion, among the countless people looking up at the sky, shouts sounded one after another, and suddenly gathered into an extremely loud crowd, with various names mixed in.
Almost at the same time, in the streets, alleys, and countless private houses in Jincheng County, people kept running out. From time to time, some people got up from the cold and bloody ground and looked up at Chang Tian with expressions of fear or awe. Or reverence, but from the bottom of his heart, he shouted out his wish to help King An.
On the street outside Funingfang, 20 or 30 toddling elderly people who were supporting each other and walking towards the City Lord's Mansion stopped one after another. They raised the bloody long knife in their hands and let out old but unyielding roars.
"Zhang Zhongli, willing to help King An!"
"Zhang Donglai, willing to help King An!"
"Zhou Dawei, willing to help King An!"
"Qian Chengkun, willing to help King An!"
"... May I help King An!"
The entire Jincheng County, amid waves of shouts overshadowed by waves, completely turned into a burning ocean and a boiling volcano! In the waves of voices gathered, the words "willing to help An Wang" are superimposed layer upon layer, overwhelming and deafening!
It is not only Jincheng County that is burning.
Hezhou City, floating in mid-air, Song Jiao, who played the jade flute, looked away from the burning state city, and looked at Changtian in the east, where there was a ray of blue light piercing the sky hundreds of miles away, "Tsingyi Yamen, Song Jiao, I would like to help King An!"
In the city under her feet, countless green-clothed swordsmen and Han people shouted together: "I wish to help King An!"
On Shimen Mountain, Li Wenwen, who was walking among the ruins, suddenly stopped searching for Luna Sect survivors, pointed the machete behind him to Beitian, and shouted with gleaming eyes: "Da Tang, Li Wenwen, I wish to help His Royal Highness King An !"
Behind her, inside and outside the temple that had just been destroyed, and even on the mountain road, densely packed Han men and women felt the blood boiling in their hearts, and raised their heads at the same time, "May I help King An!"
Liu Xiaohei dashed out from Tanshui Village, led a team of Tsingyi yamen, left the village where there were no Tubo monks, and rushed to the next target. Suddenly, he stopped, raised the straight knife in his hand, Shouting to the north: "Datang, Liu Xiaohei, I am willing to help His Royal Highness King An!"
First, the Tsingyi Yamen behind him, and the Tanshui Village further behind, burst into firecracker shouts one after another: "May I help King An!"
In Lianggong County, Dangzhou, Zhao Polu immediately rode on the street in the city. In front of him were soldiers who were attacking the stubborn Tubo warriors like a tide. Behind him was the Han family son Lang, who was carrying a hoe and sickle, and ran forward roaringly behind the army.
The eight-character thunder sounded above the head, and all the soldiers and Erlang who were not fighting raised their heads one after another. Zhao Polu opened his tiger's eyes, pulled out the horizontal knife from his waist, and shouted to the sky: "Shence Army, Zhao Polu, I wish to help King An!"
Accompanied by all the soldiers punching their chests and roaring in unison, streams of white, blue, and red air rose from above their heads, and half of the sharp arrows flew towards the invisible green light in the sky.
In Minzhou City, Hu Xiaoya rushed out of the room, raised her fists and jumped in the courtyard, shouting: "Hu Xiaoya, I wish to help King An!"
Twelve prefectures in Hexi, dozens of counties, countless hills, cottages, and land, thousands of voices wishing to help King An, really shook the mountains and rivers in this area, and turned the world into a eclipse.
This night, Hexi is destined to burn blazingly.
In the burning ocean, the destiny of thousands of people is like a meteor rising against the trend, from different directions, across the green mountains, across the green water, across the forest, across the rice fields, across mountain villages, cities, They scrambled to converge towards the cyan beam of light over Lanzhou.
Hundreds of boats compete for the current, thousands of sails compete for sail, thousands of rivers enter the sea, no matter how majestic the rhetoric, no matter how Yuan? s Yue Zhi's description is, they are not enough to describe the shocking scene in Hexi tonight.
History will record this scene, and in the future, countless people will imagine this scene across time and space with full of enthusiasm.
...
The sword in Li Ye's hand was no longer the Son of Heaven's Sword, but the Sword of Lifting Heaven. Although there was only one cyan beam of light and its diameter was less than a hundred feet, after breaking through the rolling thick black clouds in the sky, within a range of several thousand feet, there was no more cloud, forming a large hollow area.
The bright galaxy, because of this large hollow area, can be reappeared in the eyes of the world.
The galaxy is like eyes, and the sword energy is like pupils.
Any strand of black cloud that wants to approach will be wiped out in an instant.
Because of this domineering eye, the black cloud and the two huge black holes in the black cloud can no longer maintain the original circular shape, and are squeezed and twisted and narrow. If the black cloud curtain is a face, it must be a particularly ugly and deformed face.
Li Ye looked at Shenzi who was trembling all over, and said lightly: "How about the power of the Moon God? How about suppressing 30% of my cultivation? How about the Taoist immortals withdraw from this world and no longer use their immortal power to bless the earth? What is true? Powerful power? Not divine power, not immortal power, but the power of the common people! There are tens of millions of people in rivers and mountains, why do we need the protection of gods! We are the masters of the world, our wars, we fight by ourselves, our Enemies, we will kill them ourselves!"
Before he finished speaking, the sword in his hand slashed towards the Son of God!
The Son of God has long since lost the domineering arrogance he had before, and the confidence that divine power can defeat the power of the common people. Seeing the sword qi coming, Shenzi was terrified, no matter how bright the crescent moon imprint in his hand was, it could not give him a sense of security.
Ever since he heard the boiling people's voices in Hexi, ever since he saw countless forces pouring into Li Ye's Tianzi sword, ever since he saw black clouds and black holes receding before the blue sword energy, Shenzi knew from the bottom of his heart that he couldn't defeat Li Ye.
Before the sword was cut down, the battle was actually over.
When Li Ye succeeds in concentrating manpower, the outcome has already been decided.
The Son of God was puzzled, unwilling, and angry! It is his belief that the gods rule over the living beings. Why is the divine power retreating in front of human beings now? The gods are the masters of the heaven and earth, and they rule over everything. How can the common people, who are so busy, be able to defeat the power of the gods? !
In desperation, Shenzi let out a heart-piercing roar, his fighting spirit was instantly firm, his confidence rose instantly, and he slammed the two crescent moons that gathered the power of the Moon God at Li Ye!
Under the night sky, the sword light that covered the sky and the sun illuminated the mountains, rivers and the land, illuminated the cottages and cities, and illuminated the faces of all the people who raised their heads. But in a moment that cannot be captured, it disappears in a flash.
The sword that Li Ye slashed was far faster than everyone expected.
As soon as the sword light disappeared and the night sky returned to its original appearance, many people hadn't reacted yet.
If there were no dark clouds or black holes in the sky, many people would doubt whether this sword had ever appeared.
Looking at Li Ye again, the Son of Heaven Sword has been sheathed, and he has resumed his standing posture with his hands behind his back, his long hair falling leisurely behind his head.
The son of God, still standing in the original position, except that there is no light from the crescent moon mark in his hand, looks the same as before the battle started.
But all the monks in the real world clearly felt the difference.
They could no longer sense the fluctuations in the cultivation of the Son of God.
The real people are naturally very happy. The servants of the gods turned pale with shock, as if they were mourning their concubines. The Grand Master's face darkened even more, and his breath became extremely disordered in an instant. King Qi seized the opportunity and stabbed him in the chest.
Shenzi stared at Li Ye blankly, his eyes were out of focus.
He suddenly let out a sigh, and murmured with trembling lips: "The Immortal Realm rules the mortal world, the gods own everything, the Moon God is the noblest god in the sky, the Moon God Sect is the most powerful monk in the world, and the Tubo warriors are the most powerful monks in the world." The bravest warriors... why, we still lose?"
Li Ye glanced at him, said lightly and solemnly: "This land does not need the Moon God Sect, let alone the Moon God."
"Who do they need?" asked the Son of God.
Li Ye said: "A true emperor who can make the common people stand upright and live and work in peace and contentment."
Shenzi nodded: "Perhaps, you are right."
boom.
There was a very slight sound.
Shenzi's body exploded with the sound of the cloud, turning into countless indistinguishable dust, and in the night wind... the ashes flew into smoke.
The Son of God died, and at the same time, all the monks of the Tang Dynasty felt their whole body lighten up, and they gained a lot of strength out of thin air.
It's not an illusion, but the suppressed 30% cultivation has returned to the body.
In the Twelve States of Hexi, since then, there will be no more Moon God Sect, no more Moon God!
As for those servants of the gods, seeing their bodies turned into flying ash and the great guru was stabbed to death by King Qi, they all fled in panic, wanting to disperse like birds and beasts.
This is of course futile.
Li Ye ordered: "All former Luna Sect monks, not one will stay! All former Luna Sect believers, not one will be left behind! Quanzhen Taoists who enter Hexi, rest for half a day, and then go to the plateau to preach!"
Wei Xiaozhuang, who was about to chase the enemy, stopped when he heard the order, and clasped his fists and promised loudly.
Most of the real people chased them out, and some of them didn't chase down the servants of God, but returned to serve as guards behind Li Ye. Although Li Ye doesn't need guards, they are very stubborn, and the outstanding representative is naturally the elder and younger commander.
King Qi curled his lips in disdain for the young master's command, held the Chixia spear upside down behind him, raised his arms and clenched his fists at Jincheng County, and shouted: "King An is mighty!"
In an instant, Jincheng County, which had been quiet for a moment, once again erupted into a roar like a torrent: "King An is mighty!"
The sound wave is higher than the wave.
Hundreds of thousands of people finally roared in unison.
This voice spread hundreds of miles away, wanting to overturn the mountains and reverse the flow of rivers.
A black line appeared on Li Ye's forehead, and he helplessly looked at King Qi who winked at him with a triumphant expression, really didn't know what to say.
This girl is good at everything, but sometimes she is too domineering, and no one else can resist it. Fortunately, Li Ye has a strong back.
To forge iron, you need to be hard on your own. Once you are hard, you can forge whatever iron you want, and you can make the iron in whatever shape you want. This principle is applicable to all the world.
...
Tens of miles to the north of Lanzhou City, in front of the shadows of the mountains beyond the moonlight, a group of people stood quietly facing Jincheng County.
The turbulent heaven, earth and crowd over there returned to calm for a long time, and no one made any sound here.
"Tell me, after seeing this shocking sword, what do you think, what are your thoughts?" An old and steady voice uttered from the front of the crowd.
For a while, no one answered.
After a while, a beautiful and upright female voice rang out, "After today, there will be no Moon God Cult in the world, not even on the plateau. Above the Immortal Realm, we can swallow the Moon God and her followers."
"The teacher means that we want to compete with the Quanzhen Temple on the plateau, leaving a gap in power after the demise of the Moon God Sect?" A resolute and sharp male voice asked back obviously in surprise.
The female voice that spoke before did not sound again.
The old and steady voice sighed. How could he not know that the teacher didn't have the intention, or the courage, to fight against Quanzhen Temple. Since there is no competition for the power on the plateau after the demise of the Moon God Cult, then swallowing the Moon God in the Immortal Realm would be of no benefit at all.
If it is done, it will be a wedding dress for the Daomen Immortal Court.
This is something Shimen would never do.
On the plateau, the Shimen and the Luna Sect have fought against each other for many years. The struggle between the two religions even triggered civil strife in Tubo, which led to Zhang Yichao's rise. Now, Zhang Yichao is gone, and the Guiyi Army is in great decline. They thought they could fight against the Moon God Sect again, but they didn't expect that the Moon God Sect would just be erased from the world right now.
The death of an enemy is something to be celebrated.
But after seeing the sword just now, no one has this mood.
One enemy is dead, but another enemy is approaching, but the latter is far stronger than the former.
Today they came here, watching from the sidelines, the fight was naturally the idea of the snipe and the clam fighting for the fisherman's benefit, but they didn't expect that the victory and defeat would be decided so quickly and easily.
After waiting for a long time, no one else was heard. The old monk in charge sighed: "The twelve prefectures in Hexi have already been occupied by Li Ye. The seven prefectures under our command are really not enough. No matter whether we want to Admit it, accept it, Li Ye, who was able to slash the sword just now, is indeed not something we can defeat."
"Master, what do you mean? Are we still going to surrender to Li Ye? He is the number one enemy of our Shimen in the mortal world! In the battle of Fengqi Mountain in the past, he made us work hard and prepare for many years to go east. Destroyed once! After the Battle of Hedong, he destroyed the biggest foundation of our Shimen in Datang, and we have a deep blood feud with him, and we will never die... …”
The beautiful and upright female voice became sharp.
She was very angry and wronged.
But she didn't finish her sentence.
Because the old host had already raised his hand to signal her to shut up.
The old host said slowly: "Don't you know Li Ye yet? He has never had a good impression of Shimen, and he will never die when he meets us. But we can't lose Wen Mobu's foundation. The Western Regions were captured by the Uyghur Mingjiao, and our homeland is facing the invasion of Muslims from the west. We have been defeated one after another, so how can we have the strength to support us... …”
Speaking of this, the old host took a deep breath, stopped talking about reasons and reasons, and said directly: "I will go to visit Li Ye in person, and if he is willing to give us a way out, we will donate money from the seven states of Liang, Gan, and Su." Why not? As long as he does not exterminate the Shimen, even if he conquers the Western Regions, we are willing to help! Anyway, the Uighur Mingjiao in the Western Regions has a blood feud with us."
"Master, where is... the dignity of Shimen?!" The teacher yelled indignantly.
Snapped!
A crisp, loud slap.
The teacher covered her face and looked at the old host in disbelief.
The old host stared at her coldly: "Now, can you calm down? If not, I can give you a few more."
The teacher was too stunned to speak.
The old abbot's sharp and menacing eyes glanced over the faces of the other monks one by one, until everyone bowed their heads and expressed their willing submission, then he snorted coldly and turned around.
Looking towards the direction of Jincheng County, he continued: "Some of you are stupid, and the old monk doesn't bother to pay attention to them. There are some things that you can't figure out, so don't think about them, just follow the old monk's orders. But whoever dares to use his own If your stupidity harms the overall situation of my family, then don't blame the old monk for being ruthless!"
Dignity, what is dignity in the face of existential crisis
Survival is the first priority. Only those who can survive can think about the problem of dignity and indignity.
There are some things that the old host will not tell others, the situation of Shimen in the fairyland is a hundred times worse than what they saw in the mortal world. The most serious of these is the native land of the Shimen. The Shimen will not be able to survive any longer. Various internal religions will rise up, and powerful enemies from outside will invade!
The offering of incense for Shimen has decreased sharply, and the entire Buddhist realm will not be able to support it!
The Great Tang Dynasty, which originally had a well-developed Buddhism sect, also has few decent temples because of the appearance of Li Ye!
The reason why I don't say this is that the old host is afraid of scaring them into stupidity and worrying that they will leave the door!
In short, Shimen is now surrounded by enemies, the most serious is the attack from east and west. The Muslims in the west are completely irrational, they are just a group of fanatical fighting machines under the banner of Allah, and the only one who can negotiate terms is Li Ye.
Although it was difficult to negotiate terms with Li Ye, what else could Shimen do? With the sword that Li Ye showed just now, even if Shimen borrowed the immortal power of the Buddha Realm, he couldn't win at all!
For an enemy that cannot be defeated, the only choice is to surrender and pray for the mercy of the other party.
The only thing the old host is lucky about is that Shimen still has a lot of power, at least not weak in the Immortal Realm, so they still have the qualifications to be used and the capital to exchange for mercy!
...
Zhang Changan knelt on the ground blankly, hot tears dripped down his chin and hit Zhang Xun's paper-white face.
These are the tears he shed for his father, but unfortunately, his father will never see or feel them again.
Chu Zheng and the veteran Taoist Liu Bofu squatted together in front of Zhang Changan, looking at Zhang Changan who was so sad that he lost his soul, and looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Changan wiped away tears, looked at Chu Zheng, then at Liu Bofu, and asked solemnly: "You say, my father, is he a Han who does not disgrace his ancestors? "
Until Zhang Xun died, he never heard Zhang Changan call "Father".
Now he couldn't hear it anymore, but Zhang Changan found that he couldn't find any other name besides this one.
Chu Zheng and Liu Bofu were silent at the same time.
The Zhang family advocated inferiority. Before today, they had been the eagle dogs of the Tubo people for twenty years. During this period, they groveled and sent their sisters to their daughters. Did some things that are not good for the Han people.
Neither Liu Bofu nor Chu Zheng could say that he had not humiliated his ancestors.
Zhang Changan burst into tears again.
He hugged his father tightly, crying heartbreakingly, his liver and intestines were torn apart.
The teenager no longer blames his father, nor does he despise his father anymore. For the sake of the Zhang family, his father couldn't help himself, and he had already endured enough pain and psychological torture. This was not what his father wanted. His father was originally a hot-blooded man, a warrior who brandished a knife against the Tibetans! Who made him look like that
Can that blame him
How could Zhang Changan not remember that his father often disappeared in the middle of the night, and would come back with a tired body after a long time. The next day, he would hear on the street that those Han people who had suffered losses because of his father's errands for Jie Mu, suddenly had rice, money and goods at home last night.
The people in the workshop said that the head of the Zhang family is a jerk, but fortunately there are still heroes in the world, so those people will not starve to death.
But how did they know that that unsung hero was his father who was suffering in his heart? Is it the middle-aged man in front of him who turned into a dead body because he charged at Jie Mu wrongly
How should Zhang Changan tell Chu Zheng these words? How to tell others? He has no evidence, who would believe him
His father, a father in misery, even if he died in battle in the City Lord's Mansion, his grandfather would not allow him to enter the ancestral hall after his death! Others will only say, twenty years of sins, how can one death erase them
Zhang Chang'an was filled with grief, crying heartbreakingly, crying until the sky was dark, but he didn't dare to call his father.
Called, his grandfather, his clansmen, would not let him be the head of the Zhang family. If he can't be the head of the Zhang family, how can he inherit his father's will, how can he understand his father's feelings, and how can he fulfill his father's last wish to make the family prosper and continue
There has never been a moment like this that made Zhang Changan feel hopeless.
"Chang'an, you are already a man. You want to take over the burden of the Patriarch of the Zhang family. Don't cry so sad and hopeless. Your father will feel sorry and feel guilty when he sees it."
Suddenly, a gentle and warm voice entered Zhang Changan's ears.
It was a voice that was unfamiliar to him, but he felt that he had never heard it before, as if it was very familiar just now.
Zhang Changan wiped away the tears that blurred his vision, and looked at the person squatting in front of him who was speaking.
It was a young man in a black robe, a person who made people ignore his appearance, and would be attracted by the majestic, scornful and approachable demeanor of him at the first sight.
"Who are you?" Zhang Changan asked tremblingly with a feeling in his heart. When he looked up at Chang Tian before, he saw this figure, but the distance was too far away, and the sword in the opponent's hand was too bright, so he couldn't see it clearly, so he didn't dare to confirm it.
The man in the black robe smiled: "King An of the Tang Dynasty, Li Ye."
"King An? His Royal Highness King An?!" Zhang Changan was alert all over his body. At the first moment, he didn't panic, didn't have fear, and forgot to bow down and salute. Instead, he looked at the other party with hope, and asked in a tight voice: "His Royal Highness King An, my father, is he a Han who does not disgrace his ancestors?!"
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If there is anyone in the world who can judge the fate and character of another person's life and character, and make the people of Tang Dynasty all over the world surrender without the slightest doubt, then it must be the one in front of him. King An who beheaded the Son of the Moon God Sect with a single sword!
After asking this sentence, Zhang Changan opened his eyes wide and even held his breath unconsciously.
He knew that what kind of person his father was in the eyes of the world depended on what the other person said next.
Li Ye put away his smile and said sternly, "The Zhang family in Jincheng County has a low opinion. He is a dignified man of the Han family who has responsibility, courage, and lives up to his ancestors!"
He did not fail his ancestors or the imperial court.
It was Datang, and this country, that failed him.
But now, Li Ye will no longer bear his children and grandchildren.
Zhang Changan blurted out: "How does Your Highness know?"
Li Ye said, "I know your father."
His eyes had seen Zhang Xun.
Hearing this sentence, Zhang Changan couldn't bear it any longer, with red eyes and hoarse voice, he hugged Zhang Xun tightly, and shouted to the sky with all his strength.
This call has never been called since he was sensible.
Now, seven years have passed.
He shouted: "Father!"
Father, have you heard it in the spirit of heaven
Son is calling you!
Father!
sorry.