Nightwatcher

The white clouds are long and the sun is shining.

The sparkling sea has returned to calm, and the broken logs and masts are slowly floating with the waves.

Standing at a high altitude, Salun Agu overlooks the land that has lived for a long time. It has been razed to the ground, the peaks have collapsed, and the city walls have been moved. .

He had only seen Confucian saints seal witch gods in such a scene.

At that time, thousands of miles around were turned into wasteland, and in the next three hundred years, there was no living beings. It wasn't until the power of the two super-ranks dissipated that Jingshan City was rebuilt to its current scale.

Now, it is repeating itself once again, and history repeats itself.

But this time, after all, it wasn't Confucian saints who did it, and the witches and gods were not in their prime. Not many survived, but there were also many.

Scattered scattered in the distance, or wait and see, or meditate to heal, or bandage the wound, no one dares to come back to find out.

Dafeng's army retreated.

Sarun Agu cast his eyes on the altar, his figure suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, he appeared on the altar, in front of the Tsing Yi.

Emperor Joan of Arc, Irb and Uda Pagoda landed next to the great wizard.

At this time, standing in front of them was a broken human figure, his body was terribly cracked, and no one part was intact.

His right arm that once held the carving knife, the flesh and blood disappeared, revealing the bloodshot bones.

Tsing Yi is ragged, clothes are like people, and people are like clothes.

Since then, there has been no military god in Dafeng.

Ruguan and Kedao left on their own initiative not long ago and returned to the Central Plains.

Salun Agu said in a low voice: "Since the millennium in the Central Plains, counting romantic figures, you Wei Yuan counts as one."

"Damn, damn, damn"

Irb's complexion was distorted, and he said angrily:

"How can he summon Confucian saints, how can he summon Confucian saints as a warrior. The witch god has accumulated power for more than a thousand years, and finally broke free from the seal, all of which were destroyed by this thief.

"I want to lead my troops to bloodbath Dafeng, slaughter 30,000 miles, and slaughter all the way to the capital."

"The way you look now looks like a vulgar warrior." Emperor Jeanne mocked.

Every enchanted Taoist priest is proficient in provocative talent.

Emperor Zhende stood with his hands behind his back, his immortal golden body shining brightly, golden light and black light intertwined, and said lightly:

"The Witch God was sealed and Wei Yuan died. Although the situation is bad, we haven't lost this battle. Next, it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

Saren Agu smiled and said: "Then congratulate Your Majesty in advance for a long life and a long view, overlooking the Central Plains."

Emperor Zhende nodded slowly.

Salun Agu continued: "Wuda Pagoda, spread the news of Wei Yuan's death throughout the Northeast, let Yankang and Kang recruit manpower, rebuild Jingshan City, and let Jingguo withdraw troops. Gather the surviving wizards and heal the surviving people and soldiers."

He issued a series of aftermath orders.

This battle will surely spread throughout Kyushu. He doesn't care about what will happen to Dafeng, but the three kingdoms within the territory will definitely set off a raging wave of public opinion.

This will be the most shameful day in the annals of witchcraft history.

A certain wilderness away from Jingshan.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Nangong Qianrou's roar spread across the sky, her voice was mournful and desperate, mixed with deep-seated hatred.

"Witch God Witch God Witch God"

He knelt down on the ground, pounded the ground with both fists, and vented for a quarter of an hour.

The sorcerer in white walked up to him and handed him a kit. The tearful Nangong Qianrou raised her head and looked at him blankly.

Second Senior Brother Sun Xuanji said: "Wei"

After only saying one word, Nangong Qianrou grabbed the kit like crazy, opened it, and there was a note inside.

Nangong Qianrou unfolded the note, and after reading it, tears welled up in his eyes again. After a long time, he restrained all his emotions, looked towards Jingshan, and murmured:

"Father, I will go on for you for the chess you have not finished."

For the rest of my life, one day, I will come back here again, let the iron hoofs trample over every inch of the land of the Witch God, let the wheels of artillery run over the backbone of the Witch God, and turn the 60,000 miles of mountains and rivers into scorched earth.

Sun Xuanji raised his hand, wiped lightly, and erased the existence of this heavy cavalry, so that no one in the world can remember them.

Yunlu Academy.

In the bamboo forest in the back mountain, in the bamboo building.

Zhao Shou sat in the hall, motionless, like a sculpture.

He has maintained this posture for more than a month, and the table in front of him has accumulated a thin layer of dust.

Suddenly, Zhao Shou moved and turned to look out the window.

Outside the open window, the blue was like washing, the mountains were rolling, and two clear lights flew across thousands of mountains and rivers, like meteors piercing the sky, lightly landing themselves on the case in front of Zhao Shou.

Dean Zhao Shou slowly got up as if he was relieved, dusted off the dust on his body, and bowed.

I don't know whether to worship the two holy objects or the Tsing Yi.

royal palace.

Emperor Yuan Jing, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon with the curtain hanging down, slowly opened his eyes.

He was silent for a moment, and showed a smile that seemed excited, joyful, and wild.

Emperor Yuan Jing stepped up to the attic, looked at the layers of red walls and rolling golden tiles, he opened his arms, greeted the wind, and said slowly:

"My time has come."

Star Observation Building, Eight Diagrams Platform.

The supervisor glanced at the palace, smiled, and lowered his head to drink.

The world is not worth it.

Xu Mansion, Xu Qi'an felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"What's the matter, why is my heart hurting so well?"

He frowned tightly, wanting to tease himself a few words, such as a fifth-rank peak would cause myocardial infarction?

But for some reason, there was a sense of panic lingering in his heart.

north.

In the camp of Dafeng and the Allied Forces, Xu Nian sat at the table, staring at the map and meditating.

He became thinner and stronger, still handsome, but his skin was no longer fair. The sun outside the Great Wall deepened his complexion, and the wind and sand in the northern part of the Great Wall made his skin rough.

He is still the proud scholar, but he is no longer sharp-edged, more calm and restrained.

The war made him grow up quickly, and the girls in the Jiaofang Division made him transform into a man, but they couldn't make him mature.

It was a comrade who fell down, it was a battle that hovered on the edge of life and death, and it was the enemies he slashed and killed one by one, which made him truly mature.

Chu Yuanzhen hurried into the camp, and said with a smile, "Farewell to the old days, I'll tell you some exciting news."

Xu Erlang pondered for a while, and said: "There is no troops in the barracks, it's not a victory, what's the matter?"

Chu Yuanzhen waved his fist and said excitedly, "Jingguo has withdrawn its troops."

late at night.

The candlelight was like beans, and Xu Qi'an at the table was holding the fragments of the book from the ground, and passed on the book: [Today, I explored the ground with the national teacher, and the late emperor did not come back. It stands to reason that such a terrifying person should not have left without a sound. 】

[Two: Maybe he has replaced Emperor Yuan Jing and became the emperor in the palace. Oh, I forgot, he is Emperor Yuan Jing. 】

Xu Qi'an was very concerned about the disappearance of the first emperor. A high-grade powerhouse who had practiced secretly for forty years disappeared without a trace after his hiding place was discovered.

This made Xu Qi'an extremely anxious, because the first emperor was Yuan Jing, and Yuan Jing was the first emperor, and he and Yuan Jing had a big enmity. In the same way, he had a great enmity with the first emperor.

Now, a top powerhouse is lurking in the dark, and may bite you at any moment.

Who is not afraid?

Of course, one can also hope that all of Yuan Jing's gaffes are just a disguise. The first emperor is a top expert, and a master must have the bearing of a master, and will not care about himself as an ant.

Duke Huai was killed by God, so it has nothing to do with me, Xu Qi'an.

If it was another top powerhouse, Xu Qi'an might have fantasies, but the other party was the late emperor, who was polluted by the head of the earth sect.

A pinnacle expert who is full of malice and completely evil in nature must also be punished.

[Four: We might as well change our thinking. What do you think, Yuan Jing, ah no, which practice system did the late emperor follow? 】

Chu Zhuangyuan, one of the wise men in the Dishu chat group, asked a question.

The early breaking of the Emperor was tantamount to cutting off the path of martial arts. He followed Luo Yuheng to practice for 21 years. There is no doubt that he followed the path of Renzong. Xu Qi'an replied:

[Three: Renzong. 】

[Four: This is the same as what I thought, then, what are the disadvantages of Renzong's practice method? The karmic fire was burning, and the first emperor was of a high rank. Like the national teacher, he needed the help of luck to suppress the karmic fire. Then he will definitely not leave the capital. 】

[One: No, you are wrong. The first emperor is different from Luo Yuheng, Luo Yuheng needs the position of national teacher to borrow luck. The first emperor himself was the emperor, and he was in charge of luck. 】

Huaiqing, who is responsible for one of the IQs, would have been responsible for another IQ.

Ah, that's it, then it's all right, Chu Yuanzhen murmured in his heart.

[One: There is a supervisor in the capital, since he is not under the dragon veins, he will definitely not stay in the capital for long. He must have left the capital. As for where he went and what he was doing, this cannot be guessed. 】

The most typical method is to judge the late emperor's position based on his purpose. In other words, if you want to know where he is, you must first know what he wants to do Xu Qi'an rubbed his eyebrows.

According to what is known so far, the late emperor devoured the two sons of Yuan Jing and Duke Huai in order to live forever.

He lived an extra forty years as he wished.

Therefore, the ultimate goal of the first emperor is still longevity.

But the question is, no matter how powerful the late emperor is, can he be as powerful as Gaozu Wuzong? Can there be a Confucian saint?

All these characters have passed away, let alone the first emperor.

"According to the rules of heaven and earth that those who have good luck cannot live forever, the real age of the first emperor was 80 years old, and the Confucian saints only lived to be 82 years old. This means that the first emperor is actually approaching the end of his life. Of course, people and people's physiques cannot be generalized. In the case of extreme anger, he may live one year longer than Confucian saints.

"If I were the first emperor, I would desperately seek the method of longevity, but, but how should I do it?"

It's not that he is not smart enough, but that he has too little access to information, and he can't even find the direction to make assumptions.

What did the late emperor do?

Speaking of which, Duke Wei has been on the expedition for almost half a month, and he doesn't know how the battle is going.

On a certain night when the army set out for more than a month, the moonlight was like water, clear and bright.

"Da da da"

On the official road outside the capital, a fast horse came galloping, with chapped lips, and the dusty postman reined in the horse and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Open the city gate, eight hundred miles to hurry"

Through the outer city, inner city, and imperial city, all the way to the palace.

In the middle of the night, Wang Shoufu was awakened by a hasty knock on the door. The old housekeeper slapped on the door and shouted: "Master, master, wake up!"

In the dark room, the candles were lit, and the maid sleeping in the outer room put on her clothes, held the candlestick, and hurried to open the door.

After a while, the servant girl came in with small steps and said in a low voice: "Master, there is news from the yamen that there is an urgent pond report for eight hundred miles."

Wang Shoufu was getting old, and he was woken up in the middle of the night. He couldn't hide his exhaustion. He pinched his brows and said, "Change clothes."

Important offices like the cabinet are on duty at night to prevent such emergencies.

Whether it is urgent for 800 miles or 600 miles, the postmen are running desperately. It is normal for a few horses to die, and they may be delivered at any time.

Putting on the official robes under the service of the servant girl, Wang Shoufu rode in a carriage, and with the sound of the wheels, entered the palace and came to the cabinet office.

Wang Shoufu walked quickly, entered the hall, sat behind his own big case, and said slowly: "Tang Bao!"

The officials who were on duty at night in the hall immediately presented the pond newspapers that were kept firmly by their side, and the urgent documents of eight hundred miles, which only a few university scholars could open.

Wang Shoufu took out the cutting knife and pushed the wax away. With the slight sound of the pages rattling, he pulled out the Tang newspaper and began to read it.

He immediately fell into dead silence.

Qian Qingshu, a scholar of Wuyingdian, Chen Qi, a scholar of Jianjidian, and Zhao Tingfang, a scholar of Dongge Hall, came together. They entered the cabinet and came to the Shoufu Hall.

They were shocked to find that the chief minister of the cabinet, the leader of the royal party who was an extremely human minister, seemed to have aged several years in a blink of an eye.

His face was gray, and the slightly cloudy eyes in the reddish eye sockets were a little dull, as if he was immersed in some kind of painful atmosphere and couldn't break free.

Wang Shoufu was fine yesterday, but what kind of blow could make people lose their energy and energy to such a state overnight?

Wang Shoufu raised his head, looked around at the scholars, and said slowly in a deep voice, "Wei Yuan, he died."

After a pause, he added: "Only 16,000 of the 100,000 troops have been withdrawn."

boom!

Everyone seemed to be struck by lightning, their minds were shocked, and their faces were frozen.

Qian Qingshu, a scholar of the Hall of Martial Arts, murmured: "This, this is impossible, impossible"

Wang Shoufu's tone recovered a bit, and said in a deep voice:

"I know this is hard to believe, but for now, this is the truth. My lords, please put aside all bad emotions and listen to me. This battle is very strange. The Tang newspaper has already entered the palace. , before the morning court, let's discuss it first."

Dawn was approaching, and all the scholars left with exhausted expressions and worries.

Wang Shoufu beckoned for a confidant, and ordered with a deadpan expression: "Send someone to the Xu Mansion and tell Xu Qi'an the situation of the Northeast War."

The reason for not giving a note is to not leave a handle.

After his confidant retreated, Wang Shoufu paced to the window, looking at the darkest night before dawn, and remained silent for a long time, like a sculpture.

Wei Yuan, without you, the future court will be so lonely.

Before dawn, the knock on the door of "Duk Tuk" woke up Zhong Li and Xu Qi'an in the room at the same time.

The latter responded: "Who?"

The gatekeeper Lao Zhang’s voice came: “Da Lang, someone is looking for you, claiming to be someone from the cabinet.”

cabinet? Wang Shoufu sent someone to look for me at this time? !

Xu Qi'an got up immediately, put on his robe, and said, "Take me to see him."

After leaving the room and walking all the way to the outer hall, Xu Qi'an saw a strange middle-aged man in official uniform standing in the hall.

"Xu Yinluo!"

The middle-aged official called out this title instinctively and subconsciously.

Xu Qi'an was used to the "old-fashioned" concept of the people in the capital, and asked straightforwardly: "My lord, what do you want from me?"

The middle-aged official said: "Master Shoufu asked me to bring you a sentence."

Sure enough, Wang Shoufu Xu Qi'an nodded: "Please tell me."

Instead, the middle-aged official hesitated, contemplated for a long time, and said in a low voice: "Duke Wei, he died in the northeast."

PS: The second volume is officially coming to an end, probably, um, I have to write a full week of high-energy ones.