Ming Jian listened to Zhao Yun's words, and secretly thought that this must have been provoked by himself, the emperor lived in the deep palace compound, and the assassin had no way to assassinate him, and now that he came out to hang out, this assassin would naturally follow.

Everyone was immersed in grief, and there were people along the way, so it is understandable that these people took the opportunity to blend in and did not find out.

And this must be the assassin of the Jin Kingdom, who must be wandering around Bianjing City in normal times, it seems that it is not easy to fully control such a large city.

"Pay attention to the separation of a road, then surround it, and if they make any changes, take it immediately!" Ming Jian whispered to Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun said: "What about the safety of the official family? ”

"My skills are no longer what they used to be, you don't have to worry. You've got a total of 500 Praetorian Guards this time, right? With so many people, and the advanced weapons I have equipped you, I will be disappointed in you if the Assassins still get into the way. Ming Jian said.

In the past few days, Ming Jian has equipped all the Praetorian Guards with sophisticated weapons, including crossbows, and has also restored the configuration, Ming Jian has produced 300,000 steel needles through the arsenal, exhausted his wealth value, and the calligraphy and paintings in the Wude Hall are all gone.

With the Crossbow, the odds of victory against the Assassins were greatly increased.

"Yes, official."

Zhao Yun's pressure also came.

The five hundred Praetorian Guards were soon inserted into the funeral crowd by Zhao Yun'an, and began to get closer to those Hu people, these years, the Hu people are very recognizable, and they are easy to distinguish by their body odor.

Seeing the Praetorian Guards approaching him, these more than ten Hu people suddenly roared, and then burst out, pulled out their waist knives one by one, and rushed straight to the Ming Sword!

One of the Hu people ran the fastest, and his figure looked like a person who was longer than an assassin, and the speed was staggering!

Zhao Yun stretched out his hand and raised the crossbow, and was about to pull the trigger at this person. However, he soon discovered that this direction was not right, it happened to be facing the Ming Sword, and with the range of the crossbow, it was possible to shoot directly at the Ming Sword, in case, the assassin was clever and dodged his own attack, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Therefore, Zhao Yun gave up using the crossbow, but immediately flew up and pounced.

The other Hu people also rushed over, and the target was one: Ming Jian!

Soon, the Praetorian Guards and the Hu people became entangled, and in the face of the well-equipped Praetorian Guards, the Hu people were quickly chopped into meat sauce.

But the Hu man before rushed out of the encirclement of the Praetorian Guards under the cover of several Hu people, and after a few runs, he actually rushed to the front of Ming Jian!

"Emperor Nanban, today Lao Tzu will send you monarchs and ministers to meet!" Hu Ren burst into laughter a few times, and then drew his knife and slashed!

Ming Jian's face turned cold, and the five fowl drama then unfolded!

He first dodged Hu Ren's knife with a bird play, and then the tiger play made a move, hitting the assassin in the back with a punch.

The speed of the sword is truly staggering, and its figure moves like the wind, and by the time you realize it, he has already attacked your body.

Not to mention this Hu assassin, even the Great Song Wenwu, they were also amazed!

The Hu Ren assassin's throat was sweet, and he immediately spit out a mouthful of blood, and the Ming sword was unforgiving, and the ape played a shot, and a monkey stole the peach, and the Hu Ren assassin directly pinched the balls, and his eyes widened, and he hung up.

"There is no way to save the minister, so that the official family is frightened and dies!"

Zhao Yun knelt on the ground with a pale face and pleaded guilty.

Ming Jian shook his hand, took a towel and wiped his hand, then sighed and said: "Forget it, this time for the funeral of King Jing, there are a lot of people along the way, and it is understandable to let them mix in. ”

"Obey the order!"

Zhao Yun got up and immediately sent a two-hundred-meter Praetorian Guard to the front.

Zong Fang walked over and said to Ming Jian: "The official family, for the sake of my father's affairs, the official family was assassinated, and the minister is really a capital crime." It's better for the official family to stop there, return to Bianjing City, and respectfully ask the official family to return to the city! ”

With that, he knelt on the ground.

The ministers also knelt down and said in unison: "The official family is in the Great Song Dynasty, please return to the city!" ”

"I will do what I say, how can I give up halfway? Get all up, whoever dares to say it again will be beheaded immediately! Ming Jian snorted, walked straight to Zong Ze's coffin, and said, "Keep going!" ”

Everyone didn't listen to Ming Jian when they saw it, and secretly thought that this was probably the boldness of the artist, since ancient times, the emperor who was not afraid of assassination was also Ming Jian, right?

The funeral crowd continued on their way, and when it was dark, before they reached the cemetery, they lit torches and moved on.

With the lessons of the day, the Praetorian Guards were even more energetic, paying attention to the movements on every inch of the ground.

However, it was fortunate that the assassin did not appear again, and probably thought that he would succeed during the day, so he did not arrange to assassinate him at night.

When it was almost dawn, the cemetery arrived, this cemetery was facing the north, and Zong Ze's heart never forgot to recover his homeland, so he had long asked to be buried in this place after death.

The burial process proceeded step by step, and Ming Jian moved the matter of modern society to the Song Dynasty, and he personally delivered the eulogy.

In the eulogy, Ming Jian highly praised Zong Ze's personality and patriotism, and in the process, he cried several times.

And this process, but also the patriotic feelings of the officials all stimulated, Ming Jian's move, is very successful, not only mourning Zong Ze, but also mobilizing the emotions of the officials, most of the young officials, were inspired by Ming Jian's sensationalism, and their hearts were firm to take Zong Ze as an idol confidence.

After the eulogy, it was time to be buried, Zong Ze was frugal, and he did not need any funeral goods for the burial.

Ming Jian insisted on cutting off a strand of his long hair and placing it next to Zong Ze's coffin.

"Old Aiqing, I and Da Song owe you too much, I will use this strand of hair to accompany you under the Yellow Spring, you and I can continue to communicate, I hope you are under the Nine Springs, and you can still give me advice, I will sense the Tao."

In the process of cultivating soil later, Ming Jian also personally carried a basket of soil and poured it on Zong Ze's grave.

After the soil is cultivated, it is a monument, and on the tombstone, there are several big characters engraved like this:

The tomb of King Zongze of the Great Song Dynasty!

After the burial, Ming Jian stroked Zong Ze's tombstone and said: "Old Aiqing, I swear in front of your grave today, if you don't calm the northern country in this life, you will not be a man!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the hearts of the ministers were boiling.

And at this time, the long-lost system red envelope came out again.

"Host, the red envelope is here!"

A red envelope flew directly towards the Ming Sword, the Ming Sword stretched out his hand to the void, the red envelope bloomed, and the system prompted: "Congratulations to the host for getting a physical red envelope, the item has been stored in the system warehouse, please check it in time." ”

Ming Jian opened the system warehouse and took a look, and found that this was a martial spirit, the character was extremely ugly, and he grinned with teeth!

"System, whose martial soul is this?"

Ming Jian hurriedly asked.