Thirteen years ago --

The war years were undoubtedly a disaster for the common people, starvation and displacement everywhere, high-ranking officials were staggered, and soldiers were killed and wounded. The twilight was heavy, and a heavy bad news came from the sky above the Southern Underworld.

"Yingdu, it's fallen—"

On the wilderness, the black pressure pressed hundreds of thousands of refugees from the Southern Underworld to look at the direction of the royal city and roared and cried bitterly, screaming in unison, that was their old roots, the royal city that had been built up by generations of people in the southern underworld, and in a blink of an eye, it was gone. When everyone in the Southern Underworld heard this, it was like being struck by lightning, and the sharp pain like five thunderbolts spread from their hearts, and the Chu people scolded the tigers, wolves, and thieves of the Qin State, and the tide of refugees was buzzing into a mess.

"Your Majesty, the Ying is gone." Wuling Jun Feng Si dismounted from the saddle in bloody clothes and armor, staggered and knelt in front of the king, his fingers tightly digging into the ground, his hair tangled and trembling in a hoarse voice.

The mediocre King of Chu, nestled in the arms of his concubine, raised his eyes when he heard the words, looked at Wu Lingjun who was kneeling in front of the king, and sighed a little helplessly. Because of Wu Lingjun's face, he sat up straight, so that he could straighten the folded placket of his clothes.

"If you lose Yingdu, you will lose it, Nanming is not dead yet, Wulingjun is relaxed!"

"Wulingjun is like this, don't let the kingdom of the world be left as a laughing stock, just a Yingdu? I am a thousand miles to the south...... "Zi Ying, the leader of the old clan who has always been against the new faction, accompanied by Wang Xuan, seeing Wu Lingjun so embarrassed, he naturally would not let go of such a good opportunity to defeat Wu Lingjun, and before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wu Lingjun with an angry shout.

"Traitor!" Wu Lingjun stood up angrily, the knuckles of his hand pressed on the hilt of the sword turned white, and he glared at the vulture, his hoarse and pathetic voice seemed to be squeezed out of the throat, making people's scalps tingle.

"Yingdu! That is the land that countless warriors of my Southern Underworld fought with blood, and the foundation of Nanming for a hundred years...... That's my capital of the South! Claiming to be a high-ranking official and nobleman, he left hundreds of thousands of people in the capital in the face of national disasters and lived in secret. There are traitors such as Lang Nanming, who have made hundreds of thousands of people in Yingdu displaced, holding high-ranking officials and soldiers, and not fighting to the death with soldiers in the face of national disasters, how safe is your conscience! Now that he has come to teach the old man a lesson, doesn't the national teacher feel ashamed? Wu Lingjun smiled coldly.

Wuling Jun, who once shocked the world, is now gray, and his old face is full of grief and anger that has nowhere to go, and he can't wait to kill this group of gluttonous ministers who plague the monarch. The king of Chu listened to the greedy ministers, and the government and the opposition were unscrupulous. When he was young, he was freshly dressed and angry, and he had great ambitions to talk about the affairs of the world, how high-spirited, and now the traitorous ministers are harming the government and the opposition, and it is difficult. Even if the Qin State is the army of tigers and wolves, if the government and the opposition of the Southern Ming are united, the Southern Ming will definitely not end up being forced to move the capital.

The national teacher Zi Vulture was scolded by this split, and his face turned blue with scolding, in the end, he was an old fox who was used to mixing in the court, and he quickly regained his composure. As long as he has the support of the king of Chu, he can say white and black, and say that virtuous ministers are traitors.

"If it weren't for Wu Lingjun and An Wenjun's insistence on changing the law, which made the people panic and unable to be distracted to defend against foreign enemies, how could Nanming be forced to move the capital? Could it be that someone openly said the words to protect Nanming, but in fact, he secretly became a lackey of other countries. Such a person with evil intentions and ill intentions! Nan Ming, dangerous. The national teacher's vulture was full of silver threads, holding a scepter and pointing it on the ground, and his words made people angry.

With such words referring to Sang and scolding Huai, the King of Chu acted as if he hadn't heard it, and he smiled and drank the fine wine that Mei Ji brought to his mouth. The king of Chu was obsessed with beauty and had no intention of governing the country at all, and spent all day in the harem lasciviously and wasted government affairs. The medals handed by the ministers were presented to the case of the national teacher, and the traitorous ministers were in charge, and the king of the red face and the water did not come to court early. I thought that the fall of Yingdu would ruin the King of Chu, but I didn't expect it to be the same as before, and Wulingjun was extremely distressed.

The national teacher Zi Vulture relied on the identity of the patriarch of the Three Dynasties, and spoke disrespectfully to Wu Lingjun like this, saying the words of pointing at Sang and scolding Huai to his face, and the King of Chu was just nestled in the arms of his concubine and lazily watched, as if he was watching a good show, watching the two courtiers tear each other's faces.

"The national teacher is worthy of his eighty years of life, and this year-old man will also thicken his cheek." Wuling Jun Feng Si snorted coldly, and his words were full of irony.

"In the first battle of Yiling, the 200,000 army of Nanming only had three days of food and grass left, and the soldiers went into battle to kill the enemy with hunger and thirst. They had been struggling on the battlefield for six days, so why had the food and grass not arrived? Your good nephew Helan, because he was drunk, changed the delivery date of grain and grass without authorization, and the 200,000 army could not be full, and everyone had no food in their stomachs, so he confronted the fierce army of Qin and annihilated my 200,000 army...... If you delay the war, you should be killed!"

The tragic battle is still vivid, the generals gathered in the big tent of the Chinese army, and they all asked about the grain and grass, and as the main general, he could only tell the generals to wait, and the feeling of powerlessness that the enemy's current grain and grass had not yet arrived is still around his heart. The wounded soldiers cut off their own food and grass, gave the only remaining dry food to their comrades, and starved to death, that tragic scene is purgatory on earth, there is nothing more terrible and tragic in this world than waiting for death to be a more terrible and tragic thing, watching the soldiers starve to death one by one, Wu Lingjun was heartbroken and almost vomited blood, Wu Lingjun was heartbroken, and now he just wants to ask for an explanation for the 200,000 soldiers who died, and the damned Murong Helan will be broken into thousands of pieces to pay tribute to the dead. The palace was staggered, and the soldiers outside the Saiwai were hungry in the snow.

"Your Majesty, the minister requests that Helan be beheaded on the spot to sacrifice the souls of 200,000 soldiers!" At last he threw himself to his knees and slammed his forehead to the ground.

"This ......" King Chu, who was watching the play in Mei Ji's arms, didn't expect Wu Lingjun to ask for this, and looked at the national teacher, who made the idea every day, and he nodded responsibly. And at this moment, the sign that Wu Lingjun is aiming at is the nephew of the national teacher, how should this be good, and he forgot to answer for a while.

"Huh...... The general was incompetent, and blamed my nephew for the defeat. The national teacher Zi Vulture sneered, his dilapidated voice was as hoarse and ugly as an old crow, and the sneer squeezed out of his throat was terrifying.

"Before you set out on the expedition, for your own selfishness, you let the Helan boy be responsible for the delivery of grain and grass. But let those battle-hardened grain and grass generals put aside at home and had nothing to do. The ministers asked the king to behead Helan! Otherwise, the undead of 200,000 soldiers of my Nanming will die without resting, and behead Helan to appease the soldiers of the three armies, otherwise the army's heart will collapse, and the Nanming will have no soldiers to defend, and the king must not let the soldiers of the three armies chill again......"

"This ......" The king of Chu hesitated, and turned his head again to ask the national teacher, but was unexpectedly interrupted by Wu Lingjun in grief and rage.

"Your Majesty, don't listen to the advice of the national teacher, he will only mislead my king. Let my king renew his ambition, be resolute and resolute, and restore my prestige in the south. ”

"Presumptuous, the dignified Wu Lingjun actually openly opposed his colleagues and slandered the old ministers. The king, the old ministers are loyal, the three dynasties assist the king, and they are dedicated to their duties for my Nanming. Wu Lingjun spoke disrespectfully to my king, provoked the relationship between the monarch and the minister, slandered the old minister, and the old minister asked my king to be the master, otherwise the old minister's old bones would not be blind!" The national teacher Zi Vulture raised his hand to try tears.

"Hey, how should this be a good ......" The king of Chu saw the national teacher crying, panicked and didn't know what to do.

"Don't be embarrassed, let Feng Si do this for the king. Helan boy, take your life!" Wuling Jun pulled out the sword at his waist with a loud sigh, and walked towards Helan who was cowering in the escort team with murderous energy, his eyes full of hatred burst with cold killing intent, like a life-seeking demon from hell, he wanted to avenge the 200,000 dead soldiers in Nanming.

Helan's legs trembled and fell to the ground, a foul smell emanated from her crotch, it was actually incontinence, and the people around her consciously withdrew from an open space and looked at this scene coldly. Helan, who has always been arrogant and domineering, has disgusted everyone, and everyone will only applaud, killing this person who killed a thousand knives, if it weren't for the support of the old national teacher, Helan would have become someone else's sword ghost.

"What a seed! Killing you is too dirty to dirty my knife. Wuling Junfeng Temple approached Helan step by step, and Helan ghosts cried wolf-like and kept retreating to ask for help from the national teacher Zi Vulture.

"Uncle, save my ......"

"Feng Si, you dare!"

Wu Lingjun had a hideous face, he was already mad at this time, he was carried away by anger, at this moment he just wanted to avenge his soldiers, those veterans followed him for more than ten years, fought on the battlefield to defend his family and the country, but in the end he only ended up starving to death. The veteran of the battlefield who killed the resolute battlefield did not leave half a way out for himself, and he also knew that this move would definitely offend the national teacher's faction, but if he didn't kill Murong Helan, what face would he have to face his soldiers on the Huangquan Road. Wu Lingjun's neck was bruised, his eyes were blood-red, a cold light passed, and a human head rolled to the feet of the national teacher.

"You ......" The national teacher turned blue with fright, couldn't breathe, and fainted with a mouthful of blood when he was frightened and angry.

"Hahaha......" Wu Lingjun looked up to the sky and smiled, sticky blood splashed all over him, laughing and laughing, tears covered the ravine's face.

"My 200,000 soldiers in the Southern Underworld, Feng Temple has avenged you!" Wuling Jun Feng Temple bowed to the sky, knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, before slowly getting up and walking in front of the King of Chu, and said in a hoarse voice: "The minister is not guilty!"

The king of Chu and the ministers who accompanied him to move the capital were all frightened and pale, those ministers were used to brocade clothes and jade food, where had they seen such a bloody scene, and the people who couldn't stand it vomited on the spot, and even fainted directly. The minister, who usually follows the national teacher as a prestige, cowered in the crowd at this moment as if he was wilting, and no one dared to jump out on the spot to reprimand this veteran of the battlefield who advocated without permission and could even be said to be a lawless battle.

Sen Leng's knife body was glowing with cold coldness, and blood was dripping down, and no one dared to guarantee that this angry old general would not put the treasure knife on his neck. The air seemed to be frozen, and I saw Wu Lingjun stabbing the bloody treasure knife into the mud, slowly walked to the king of Chu and knelt on his knees, and said in a dumb voice: "Your Majesty, the old minister is not guilty!" But Murong Zilan deserved it. ”

The king of Chu suddenly woke up from a dream, and after struggling with the wording for a long time, he opened his mouth and said tremblingly: "Since Wulingjun executed Helan for the purpose of punishing the crime, this king has nothing to say here, and the general will kill him, but the national teacher ......is there."

"Your Majesty, you are the king of my southern underworld!"

Wulingjun's angry roar frightened the king of Chu into trembling, and assisting a mediocre king was probably the sorrow of every loyal courtier. The grief and indignation in Wu Lingjun's heart had nowhere to go, and he couldn't wait to slaughter the old scourge lying on the ground to vent the anger in his heart. The damned old immortal will scourge a generation of kings to this point, he is the sinner of the country, everyone gets and is punished, but the king is mediocre, he listens to the words of the national teacher in everything, and trusts and pampers the national teacher, so it has created a situation where traitorous ministers are in power and the court is chaotic.