"Help! Help!"
When Bao Daren's stern cry sounded inside Yanfu Pavilion, everyone in front of the door couldn't help but change their expressions.
Zhan Zhao had already turned around and raised his sword, and the three marshals kneeling on the ground stood up.
With their martial arts attainments, I really don't believe anyone would touch into Yanfu Pavilion without them even noticing it.
However, before they waited until they asked, they suddenly realized something was wrong.
The rain was still falling, but they didn't feel the coolness of the torrential rain, and they couldn't hear the sound of rain falling and splashing on the ground.
A feeling of scorching, dryness, and dullness enveloped the whole world, and even a strong bloody atmosphere was surging.
As if being in the Imperial City is no longer the Ouchi Imperial City, but a human battlefield that has just experienced a rush of troops and horses.
Almost at the same time, they raised their eyes, and they seemed to be covered with an endless deep scarlet in the world, a masked figure carrying a long stick with faint blood, Zhuo Standing in the center of this world, just like he is the master of this world.
The three marshals and Zhan Zhao looked at each other, and they all saw the shock in their eyes.
With their cultivation base, they naturally knew that this was not a magical spell, but that the opponent's skill was high enough to affect their six sense senses, which created an aura.
The truly brilliant martial skills lie not in one move or one style, but in the control and control of the six consciousness supernatural powers of oneself and even opponents.
But just standing still in this way can make the four masters of one's own side illusion clusters at the same time, and even give birth to a frustrated opponent that he can't defeat at all, it is really unheard of.
Yue Feihu'er shook his whole body and shouted, "Are you the "Devil God" Pucha Xuanling of the Golden Kingdom?"
The answer to Yue Fei was a burst of wild laughter.
Everyone couldn't help but trembled in their hearts at the same time.
Pu Cha Xuanling, the "devil god" of the Jin country, is already a godlike figure in the Jin population. The only shot in twenty years was when he shot and killed the Liao people's "Martial Sage" Yelujing, outside of the capital of the Liao Kingdom. Since then, he has established his position as the number one person in the world.
After all, Yelvjing single-handedly broke into the Songshan Shaolin room thirty-two years ago, breaking through the robes of the 108 Arhats and the four Shaolin guardians, and then defeated the master Shaolin Abbot’s thousand hands with palm to palm. Tathagata's hand, had it not been for the two old monks in the Buddhist scripture pavilion at that time to startle him, the face of the Central Plains Wulin would have long been lost.
Zhan Zhao made a long roar, his body and sword merged into one, turning into a long rainbow, twisting straight towards the feet of the figure.
He doesn't care who the opponent is in front of him, he only knows that if the golden man enters the palace, it will definitely be detrimental to the emperor.
As an imperial guard with a sword, the responsibility lies with death.
He was just right for a long time, but he still couldn't see the flaws in the person before him.
So he took a sword through the sky and took the plate straight.
As long as he is forced to move his figure, revealing the slightest gap, the three masters behind him will surely take advantage of the gap to enter.
The man saw the sword bursting through the sky and filled with resolute determination, and he couldn't help but admiration, but he didn't move, the tip of the club was heaving, and it was on the spine of Zhan Zhao's long sword.
Zhan Zhao only felt that this stick had yanked his sword in the middle and gently sealed off all the changes, and then an extremely powerful and amazing vigor, like a mountain torrent, spread from the stick to the sword peak, with his skill, He couldn't help but snorted before moving away.
The three people behind moved at the same time.
Wu Lin soared into the sky, Liu Qi swept the ground, but Yue Fei straddled the distance between him and the person for more than ten feet, and punched the person in his face.
They never joined forces, but they cooperated perfectly.
Wu Lin volleyed down with a pair of big hands, sealing every point of the way the person jumped. Liu Qi kicked sideways with both feet and hooks, transforming thousands of foot shadows, and fetching the man's feet.
However, what made that person most difficult to deal with was Yue Fei's punch.
That punch was just like Yue Fei's life, going straight forward without any change, but it was filled with an indomitable and tragic atmosphere.
The man let out a long laugh, and the three marshals felt that their hands were empty at the same time.
It seems that the person has disappeared out of thin air, and all his strength has fallen into the empty space. The feeling of vainness makes people feel sad and depressed, and they want to vomit blood.
Suddenly, there was a weird howling sound, a violent vigor, overflowing from the place where the person was standing, and hitting everyone present indiscriminately.
Long!
The three marshals felt at the same time that the attack they received was not from one person, but from one dragon.
A scarlet dragon.
A stick is like a dragon.
Liu Qi replaced his feet with his hands, his body shape changed from left to right, due to a weird arc that kept drifting and retreating, his feet were like a whirlwind to alternately block the all-permeable red shadow, but he was heavy on his shoulders, and he was hit by himself. A stick.
The dragon head sprayed and shook the sky and slammed into Wu Lin like rain and mist. Wu Lin yelled. His original stout figure seemed to have doubled in an instant. He folded his hands together, and clamped the meandering place abruptly. The dragon stick, the stick suddenly swiftly spun, like a spiral, pierced out of his hands, and it was about to be nailed into his heart.
Yue Fei pierced through his ribs with a punch, just to meet the end of the stick, but was shocked by the force of the stick and flew back.
Between the electric light and flint, the four masters were frustrated at the same time, and each staggered back.
The man had a long stick in his hand, pointed diagonally at the sky, standing proudly.
The three marshals stood still and didn't dare to attack again.
They have been in battle for a long time, and although they have never practiced the formations with each other, once they have stabilized their positions at this time, they do not consciously stand in their respective positions and faintly stand in a character-shaped formation, leaving Zhan Zhao in the center. .
The man couldn't help flashing a look of appreciation.
Such a position is like a triangle or a circle, each side is sharp and sharp, but there is no beginning and no end, coming and going back and forth.
And Zhan Zhao standing in the center can better prevent himself from breaking into the formation from the air.
However, it does not stick to the law, and it makes people feel that there is no way to start.
He let out a long laugh, full of pride.
The long scarlet dragon was sticking in his hand, but he rolled straight towards Liu Qi, who was the furthest away from him.
Zhan Zhao's eyes lit up. When the figure passed over his head, even though he was among the sparks and flints, he had already caught a flaw.
He didn't hesitate anymore, slashing the electric light, pointing straight away.
Jian Duan seemed to have snapped the person behind him, but his eyes had already turned into Yue Fei's face.
In the count!
Zhan Zhao's desire to withdraw his sword was too late, and Yue Fei reluctantly lowered his fist to meet the tip of the sword.
As soon as the position was scattered, the formations had fallen apart.
Everything is only between the electric light and flint
The blood-colored dragon drew a strange arc in mid-air, and when it led Zhao to Yue Fei's body, it turned a big bend from the sky, and bypassed Liu Qi, who was waiting for it.
Su Er's blood shadow was quiet, the figure of the man appeared so abruptly beside Wu Lin's body, and a stick hit Wu Lin's head, who had not yet reacted.
Liu Qi's eyes were cracked and he roared wildly, and the meteor rushed over like a moon chasing the moon.
The sound of rain.
They suddenly heard the sound of rain again.
The rain fell on their faces, and they never felt the rain so cool and pleasant for a moment.
Yue Fei gathered together with Liu Qi and Zhan Zhao, and looked at the man standing beside Wu Lin and dissipating his whole body imposingly.
The man let out a long laugh and tore off the veil on his face.
Several people stared at the same time.
Bao Daren, who was missing a bit of his robe, got a bitter face, walked out from inside, and took the long stick in the man's hand: "Your Majesty, you should have fun too!"
Zhao Kuangyin smiled and looked at the three generals: "Three generals, how is my art of war?"
Only then did Wu Lin come back to his senses and exclaimed: "My dear, when did your majesty's skill become so great?"
"Warcraft?" Liu Qi and Yue Fei looked at each other, each chewing on the meaning of Zhao Kuangyin's words.
Zhao Kuangyin let out a long laugh: "If the Qings stand in a formation, it will be difficult for me to break through. It is what I rely on, not martial arts, but the art of war.
Yue Fei's eyes lit up: "Is it just to attract the guards and attack the ministers for'profit and lure'?"
Zhao Kuangyin smiled and nodded, and Liu Qi also clapped his hands: "Yes, your Majesty gave up Yue Shuai and took Liu Qi for the sake of'strength and avoid it.' Wu Lin was trying to'attack unprepared and unexpected'."
Yue Fei sighed and said, "Your Majesty used the art of war to enter the military, and his majesty used the art of war to change.
Zhao Kuangyin laughed and said: "Soldiers are also tricks. In fact, everything is a mind-attack technique. Use it to use force to use force, and use it to use force to use force. The difference lies in one mind. "
Liu Qi, Yue Fei and Zhan Zhao all showed thoughtful expressions.
Wu Lin smiled bitterly and said, "It can be said that this way, it would be a waste of you not to go to the top pick."
Several people looked at each other and laughed at the same time.
The few civil servants under Langfang came back to their senses at this time and walked over, but for a moment they didn't know whether they should continue to persuade them.
Having witnessed the scene just now, their hearts regarding the judgement of the emperor official have changed drastically.
This emperor official really showed them something that they hadn't thought of when they had broken their heads.
Relying on a single person and a stick, he used the art of war to enter the military, and beat Zhan Zhao, the three generals and the first master of the imperial guards, into a panic.
Who else would dare to say that the official of the emperor, going to the battlefield in person, is just a play
Zhao Kuangyin looked at them and said, "What else can the qings say about my imperial conquest?"
Everyone looked at each other, and no one spoke.
When Liu Qi, Wu Lin and Zhao Kuangyin met for the first time, they came into contact with Zhao Kuangyin’s golden horse and iron horse. Therefore, although they originally thought that Zhao Kuangyin’s imperial conquest was too dangerous, they came to advise, but at this time they experienced Zhao Kuangyin firsthand. The benlong stick, which is full of ghosts and unpredictable abilities, but also feels that Yujia's own conquest is not so infeasible.
Everyone's eyes focused on Yue Fei.
After a long time, Yue Fei said, "Your Majesty uses soldiers on the battlefield. If you can use the baton in your hand today, you will be able to do everything you can. It's just..."
He raised his head, but saw Zhao Kuangyin's eyes full of powerful confidence and fighting spirit, and couldn't help but swallow the following words.
trust!
The emperor's official family has always been creating miracles that people like themselves had never imagined in the past.
What's more, Yue Fei knew that something strange must have happened to this emperor official based on the war intent that showed in his eyes.
That's something that can be forged only by the well-trained stainless steel that has been on the battlefield.
That being the case, maybe I should give him more trust.
Just as he gave the entire Lin'an, and even the entire Song Dynasty, into his own hands.
There was a resolute look in his eyes, and Su Er turned over and bowed: "The minister pledged his life and will not let Lin'an and the Song Dynasty change the slightest bit until his majesty returns in triumph!"
Everyone was stunned for a while, and they all knelt down together: "Your Majesty is invincible and invincible. The ministers wish that your Majesty will win a thousand miles and play a triumphant song!"
……
Late at night.
Zhao Kuangyin was not sleepy.
Thinking of tomorrow, he would personally control the horses and relax on the battlefield after a long absence, he couldn't stop his blood boiled over.
In the morning, several officials of the Ministry of Etiquette were still discussing the ceremonial ceremony of the emperor's own conquest, but he was yelling at him.
He went to war, not to show off.
These days, he has basically been very familiar with the history of the dynasty, and naturally knows that apart from himself and his second brother Zhao Guangyi, the other so-called emperor's own conquests are nothing more than pretentious acts.
Many of his descendants can't even bear the weight of the armor.
It's no wonder that Yue Fei and the others did not hesitate to advise each other when they heard that they were going to be urged by their own hands.
I have to let them see how the emperor fought!
He had read the map on the table countless times, but he began to read it again.
He has strong self-confidence, but he never underestimates any opponent.
What I need is a complete victory.
Suddenly there was a low noise in front of the door.
Chen Huan, the internal waiter on duty, came in and reported: "The saint empress is here!"
Zhao Kuangyin was a little stunned for a while, and then he remembered that he had been here for more than a few months and had been busy with various affairs, but he had never seen this queen saint once.
Not only that, even the other harem beauties have never come to find themselves.
It seems that although my unscrupulous descendant is unscrupulous, at least he is not a lecherous person.
In shock, the queen had already walked into the temple by herself and bowed to herself.
Zhao Kuangyin quickly helped her up, and it was the first time that she saw the appearance of the queen saint.
He had read the records about this Empress Wu in the transcript of this dynasty. He knew that Empress Wu was lost in Bianjing. When his little court was chased by the golden soldiers and fled into the sea, he wore uniforms all the time and guarded his unscrupulous descendant. From left to right, even the former Miao and Liu mutiny, to help the young son of his own unscrupulous descendant ascend to the throne, it was all about the empress who became calm and mediated, so that his unscrupulous descendant could sit back on this emperor's throne.
Renew the virtue of national destiny and recreate the merits of the Song Dynasty.
Although he has always felt that Chen Yuan, a great Confucian who is known for his fairness and rigor, when he presided over the compilation of this dynasty record, the two assertions made by Empress Wu were unavoidably sickened by the habitual posthumous exaggeration of Confucian students. The respect that Queen Wu received in the hearts of the Song Dynasty's subjects can also be seen.
Therefore, although the only son of Empress Wu and the only possible heir to the Song Dynasty, he was too frightened during the Miao Liu Mutiny and died in her arms, but he still did not harm her status as a queen saint.
But at this moment, he saw the Wu Empress Wu Yanjun with his own eyes, but it was really difficult to associate her with the female hero in his impression.
She didn't wear formal court clothes, but curling her hair lazily in a bun did not diminish her grace and splendor. Under the curved Liu Yue's eyebrows, the delicate nose, and the red lips, people feel close at first sight, and those eyes are like the pulse of the three rivers and four seas. It also possesses a kind of strange charm that is frightening.
Her white and pink skin, which can be broken by a blow, is as straight as a seven- or eight-year-old baby, with a bunch of Qibao gold ribbons at her waist, which shows the slender waist without a full grip. From the outside, it is really difficult. It is believed that this is a woman who is nearly 30 years old and has given birth to a child.
Empress Wu saw Zhao Kuangyin looking at her intently, and her pretty face turned red: "Your Majesty, how can you look at her concubine like this?"
Zhao Kuangyin laughed: "Because my queen looks more and more beautiful!"
Empress Wu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled in disguise, full of charm, but even Zhao Kuangyin looked straight for a moment: "Seeing your majesty so energetic, the concubine also let go of half of her heart."
Zhao Kuangyin was taken aback for a moment: "Half?"
Queen Wu nodded and said: "Only half! To win the battle, half requires your majesty's confidence, and the other half requires your majesty to know yourself and your opponent, and win by surprise!"
Zhao Kuangyin showed a strange light in his eyes, looked up and down Queen Wu, laughed loudly: "The empress is indeed my good queen, come, come, come and see!"
He took Empress Wu's hand, the jade hand was smooth and soft as boneless, which made him feel heartbroken. He squeezed it twice deliberately, causing Empress Wu's face to be blushed again.
He pulled Emperor Wu to the side of the map: "This is the golden figure Chen Bingtu, and this is Shunchang City!"
Queen Wu leaned forward and looked at the map attentively: "Your Majesty wants to attack the enemy under Shunchang City?"
Her plump chest was pressed against Zhao Kuangyin's shoulders, her face almost pressed against Zhao Kuangyin's face, her breath was blue, and the fragrance smelled slightly.
A scent of orchid like musk lingers slightly at the tip of the nose.
Zhao Kuangyin couldn't help but feel stunned. He leaned his face and rubbed her earlobe lightly and said, "Naturally, but before that, I will give them a surprise!"
The queen's face evoked two red tides in vain, and her whole body became weak. With one hand on the edge of the table, he straightened up with difficulty, his phoenix eyes wide open, and he looked at Zhao Kuangyin with a tender look: "Your Majesty, are they talking about serious things?"
Zhao Kuangyin laughed: "Isn't I doing serious things now?"
He didn't know why he was so interested in flirting with this Empress Wu tonight.
Perhaps it was because the feeling of going to the battlefield tomorrow made him excited.
Or maybe it was because when this kind of soft language was gentle, it reminded him of the warmest moments in his previous life.
A look of sadness flashed in the queen's eyes in vain. She lowered her head and said softly: "Your Majesty is going to expedition tomorrow. Tonight, your concubines will take care of your Majesty. Let's take the last medicine."
"Medicine?" With Zhao Kuangyin's eyesight, he naturally caught the fleeting look in the queen's eyes, and vaguely felt that many things that he didn't understand suddenly had a thread, but it was still unclear.
The queen closed her palms, facing the bright moon outside the temple, with a pious and holy face: "I only hope that God will see Da Song, this medicine will have miraculous effects tonight!"