Chapter 439: The history is like iron, and the blood stains the palace walls

Xia Guyue broke the barrier with one move, and the five of them swaggered down to the Quwang Palace, frightening a group of eunuchs and palace maids to scream. At least half of the people in the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info fled in all directions in terror, and the entire palace was in chaos for a while.

The night has not yet ended, but because of the arrival of Fulongshan and his party, the Quwang Palace is shrouded in panic and anxiety. It stands to reason that Qi Refiners shouldn't be like this. Manifesting supernatural powers in front of mortals is a taboo in the world of cultivating immortals. What's more, in the palace, there are many literati and historians. Once it is recorded with pen and ink, the evidence is ironclad and very troublesome.

These historians don't care who you are, and they don't care about your life or death. Whatever you see in your eyes and is related to the emperor, you will record it in writing, write it directly, and be upright.

However, there are priorities, and now it is an extraordinary period, and Quanzhou is shrouded in killing and robbery, and Hongwu and others do not follow the rules.

As soon as the barrier was broken, the five of them went straight to King Quwen's bedroom. All the way unimpeded, who dares to step forward to stop it? Ten breaths later, the four real people, a Jindan master, appeared in front of a palace with pure blue glass. This is the Yueling Palace of King Quwen, which is three floors high and has a radius of five acres. The yellow wall is golden, the jade is the pendant, the rows of copper bells are hung under the eaves, and the breeze blows like a spring water, exhausting luxury.

"Legend has it that this Yueling Palace was built by the first generation of King Qu, and it was originally used to worship a certain fairy. Later, it was set up as a dormitory by his descendants, and the golden house was hidden, and I don't know how many beauties I have lived. I think this King Wen is also a ** disciple, in the Yueling Palace, there are a lot of women's breath. Lu Xinyun looked at the palace in front of him and said in amazement.

But no one paid attention to him at this time. Hong Wu and Xia Guyue glanced at each other, their expressions were cold, and they shouted at Yueling Palace: "King Wen, since you know that we are coming, why haven't you come out to see it?" ”

Hong Wu's voice fused with mana and divine thoughts, rolling like thunder. The whole palace rumbled with a shock, and it had a breathtaking power. Under this voice, many eunuchs, palace maids, and even guards with martial arts skills covered their ears tightly and rolled on the ground in pain.

Since they are here to arrest people, they will naturally not be polite. If you don't show some means, you will be looked down upon. This is the way of the world, only with a strong wrist and death if you do not accept it, can you make people afraid and deter the enemy.

Sure enough, Hong Wu's voice fell, and there was a sound of footsteps in Yueling Palace. It didn't take long for more than a dozen figures to walk out of the temple gate. The person at the head is over fifty years old, dressed in imperial clothes, with sword eyebrows and square face, long hair scattered, very majestic. This person is naturally the current king of Qu Kingdom, Ji Haoyu.

On the left and right of King Qu, there were eight guards with swords, as well as two scholars and doctors wearing a virtuous crown, one old and one young, righteous and awe-inspiring. The two men were holding a pen in one hand and a book in the other, and they were looking down to record something. Seeing this, Hong Wu immediately frowned, very displeased.

Those two scholars were obviously the living notes of King Qu Wen, who accompanied him and were specifically responsible for recording the gains and losses of King Wen's words and deeds. Now he takes out a pen and paper, obviously to record the things in front of him into a book and pass it on to future generations.

"Hmph, what a Wen King, it's really not simple. deliberately arranged for the historian to be in the Yueling Palace, so that the qi refiner would be jealous. It seems that this person has long guessed that Fulongshan will take action, I want to see what these two historians have written! Hong Wu's eyes were cold, the corners of his mouth rose with a cruel smile, and he suddenly stretched out his palms towards the two historians. Only two "whoosh" sounds were heard, and all the paper and pen in the hands of the two flew into Hong Wu's hands.

"In the spring of the 836th year of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the twenty-seventh year of King Wen. The Qi Refiners of Fulong Mountain came from the sky, flaunting their might and intimidating the subjects in the palace. King Wen couldn't bear to be ruined, so he went out of the palace to greet him......"

The contents of the records of the two historians are almost identical. Hong Wu swept his eyes twice, and suddenly looked up to the sky and said with a long smile: "Okay, good, worthy of being an upright historian, what he wrote is not false." Ji Haoyu, since you have been prepared, we don't have to explain. Come with me to Fulong Mountain. ”

Hong Wu clenched the two history books tightly, looked at King Qu Wen coldly, and smiled evilly. However, this move angered the two historians, and before King Qu Wen could speak, the old historian stepped forward, pointed at Hong Wu and scolded: "You qi refiners, you have supernatural powers, and you are lawless. I, Rainie Liu, have been an official for 60 years, and I have never seen such a rampant person. If you don't return the pen and paper to me, retreat quickly, otherwise the history will be ruthless and will be passed down for eternity, and you will not be afraid of the insults of future generations? ”

"Insults by posterity? Hahahaha...... Old man, the past is eternal, and the future is ever-changing. Qi refiners only respect the number of days, only pursue strength, and only grasp the present. I'm not even afraid of heaven and earth, and I still care about the insults of future generations? What's more, right and wrong, how can you, a little mortal, see through it? Hong Wuchang smiled again and again, and his tone was very disdainful. As soon as the voice fell, a burst of fire ignited in his hand, and the pen and paper were burned completely.

Just kidding, he is a dignified qi refiner, and he is a real person, how can he let two scholars play between the palms. History is for mortals to see, how can a Qi Refiner appear in the history books if he is beyond the red dust?

My life is up to me, how can the historian's pen carry my past?

"Ahh......h You demons, so bold and reckless, dare to burn the history books. Is it tolerable or unbearable, I fought with you! The young historian saw that the pen and paper in Hongwu's hand were burned to ashes and dispersed with the wind. Suddenly his face was red, his ears were red, he roared angrily, and rushed towards everyone.

Seeing this, Hong Wu sneered again and again, waved his sleeves, and directly blasted it out. With a "bang", it hit the wall more than ten meters away, and blood sprayed wildly, staining the copper bell on the palace wall red. The whole body twitched for a moment, and then it was motionless.

At the same time, Hong Wu suddenly looked at the other person, and said with a cruel smile: "Old man, you insulted me and others, and offended my Fulong Mountain Immortal Face, which should have been wiped out." But the true person is like iron in history, and the mortal fetus is not a number of days with the naked eye, so he spares his life. , your pens are not for protecting the Emperor. The matter of my immortal path is not something that can be explained in a few words. ”

"Okay, good, the world is in chaos, and demons are in charge. You Fulongshan won't let me wait to tell the truth and burn the history books, what kind of immortal is it? As long as the official does not die, you will not want to take the king away. The history is ruthless, the history is like iron, and the history is not afraid of blood. I, Rainie Liu, will follow the ancient precepts, inherit the will of our ancestors, and inform the world of your crimes, and inform future generations of your descendants......"

The old man's mouth was boiling, his fists were bare-sleeved, and the more he talked, the more excited he became, and the more he spoke, the more resentful he became, showing the spirit of a generation of loyal ministers. However, before he could finish his words, he came to an abrupt end. But it was Xia Guyue who flicked his fingers, and a wisp of Dan fire flew out, burning it to ashes. Seeing this scene, the faces of King Qu Wen and the guards changed greatly, and they were frightened. Even Hong Wu and the others were slightly stunned, and a trace of horror flashed in their eyes. "It's a lot quieter now, Ji Haoyu, if you don't leave, you won't have a chance!" ――