Time returned to this prison before it flew into the sky, and Zhu Ding was still in a corner of the cell, counting Wu Laosan in front of the rhubarb; The two gentlemen, Wen and Chun, are still talking at night; The Five Tigers have not yet stepped out of the house. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info In a Yazhong cave not far from the county government, there is an old man, a young man, two teenagers and a group of Tsing Yi warriors, as well as three Hongwu cannons that most of the high-level leaders of the Ming Dynasty are not very good!

The cave should have been very simple, and the ground should have been uneven, but now, except for the very thin light that emanated from the stalactites on the roof of the cave, as it was before these people arrived, the rest of the place was very different, for a huge bowl was parked in the middle of the cave, and it was much larger than the very hidden entrance.

The warriors in Tsing Yi were busy beside the giant in an orderly manner, and when they passed through a thick stone-colored cloth, they were no longer as cautious as during the day, and the function of this big cloth was naturally to cover the hole that was secretly dug out and was facing the county jail.

A night pearl was quietly raised, and the soft white light sprinkled in the gray cave, and in the brightest place, there were one old and three young people above the giant bowl.

"Are you sure it's that kid? He's really not dead? ”

The voice was a little indistinct, as if the person who spoke was covered in a large urn and could not breathe, this was an old man, his hair was almost white, his face was white and beardless, under the forehead full of layers of wrinkles, there were only two brown patches and holes that were still a little red in the place where the nose should have been, and there were a pair of terrifying wounds on his cheeks that could see the muscles, and even purple and black gums, stained yellow teeth, and scarlet tongue could be clearly seen between words.

The old man's legs were already broken at his knees, sitting on the huge seat, the two empty trousers were blown slightly by the wind driven by the Tsing Yi warrior walking, and his hands were not complete, and there were only four of them.

It was such a crippled old man, such an old man who should have withered, but his spine was extremely straight, and his head was raised extremely high, corresponding to the slightly lowered heads of the people who were full of caves.

He tapped his remaining index finger on the armrest, reverberating crisply on the armrest of unknown material.

"It doesn't matter if it's that kid or not, as long as he dies, as long as we can make that madman believe that her child was killed by her again, what a beautiful thing, I think she's going to get even crazier, it's ...... it."

The old man began to laugh, but the laughter was like the cry of a crow in the eternal night, with a chill and layers of fear.

The people in the cave seemed to have long been accustomed to such laughter, and no one took the old man's question, this is not the first time, let alone the last, they just lowered their heads even lower.

After laughing, the old man looked at the monk among the two young men with his only remaining eye: "You are my most valued child, and you have already entered the capital and met several of his sons, do you think that after that old thing goes to hell, which one of them can kill his descendants?" ”

The monk lowered his head and replied: "Guangxiao returns to his father, the most virtuous among the sons of the Zhu thief, the pseudo-prince Zhu Biao, although he is still young, and he has never been in charge of major affairs, but he has the demeanor of the ancient holy emperor, and he has the cunning of the Zhu thief, and it may be difficult to succeed with him one day." ”

The corners of the old man's mouth like an old chrysanthemum showed a bit of mockery: "Then let's die." ”

The old man's tone was contemptuous and happy, as if what he wanted to kill was not the future emperor of a huge empire, but just a cat and a dog.

The monk's waist bent lower, and his tone was more respectful: "The fourth son, Zhu Di, has always had a great wish, and he is eagle-eyed and wolf-eyed, and his sex seems to be gentle and pure, but it is actually violent. ”

The old man's fingers on the armrest suddenly stopped, and after a short period of contemplation, he looked at the monk with bright eyes and said, "Go, go now, put on the monk's robe given to you by my old adversary, go and assist his son, go and let one of his sons kill his other sons, let his son rebel against him, and let his last few years be as miserable as possible, and let him ...... the last few years."

After another burst of eerie laughter, the old man began to cough violently, and a few blood splashes overflowed from his mouth, but he didn't care, he still laughed wildly, leaning forward and backward, and the expression on his face became more and more hideous.

After he spoke again, his voice began to be a little hoarse, and his words became even more muddy: "I feel happy when I think about it, but unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't live that day, but so what?

I will be waiting for him in the underworld, watching him and taunting him!

You go, go now, from now on, you are no longer my righteous son, just one of his Zhu Di's advisers, assist him with all your might, forget your true identity, and use your wits to help him rebel.

Remember, I don't want any drama to seize the heir, what I want is a rebellion with real swords and guns, and my resentment needs the blood of the foolish people in the world to be calmed!

After the deed is completed, whether you want to enjoy wealth or nobility, follow Xuanzang's footsteps and go east to pursue the Dharma in your heart, let you go. ”

The monk named Yao Guangxiao knelt heavily on the ground, nodded heavily at the old man who was unbearable, and then left a bright red on the ground, and looked at the old man deeply for the last time, as if to carve the miserable appearance into the deepest part of the soul, and turned away with tears in his eyes, without looking back.

Until the sound of his footsteps no longer echoed in the cave, the old man's eyes turned to the young scribe again: "Shangli, you go out of office, go to the imperial examination, be his official, and stretch your talents, you only need to do one thing well in your life, do a mistake of his Ming!"

I know my old opponent, and when he is alive, Guangxiao may not be able to set off any storms, but just like me, he always has to die......

What you have to do is not to let that Zhu Di have any possibility of succeeding to the throne, and then push the new monarch to cut down! ”

When the old man said the word death, he suddenly burst out laughing, and the wound on his cheek oozed a little blackened blood droplets because of the violent laughter, and the wrinkles and scars on his face were intertwined in an instant, becoming more and more hideous, and then there was a violent cough, and there was even some blue minced meat in the squirted saliva.

After hearing the old man gasp and say the last words, the ground was a little fresh red, and there was a hurried footstep echo in the cave, and the young scribe left after the monk, and only the last boy was left in the cave.

"Your two brothers are the two sharp blades I left to Zhu Yuanzhang, even if he wins the world, even if he wins me and Zhang Shicheng, so what? So what? After all, this world belongs to you young people, and his children and grandchildren will not be able to fight my children! ”

After another violent gasp, the old man's originally unusually bright eyes began to dim, and began to be cloudy at a speed visible to the naked eye, but in a short time, they lost their focus, as if they were extremely impure glass, revealing dead ashes.

He slumped in his wheelchair with some exhaustion, his straight waist collapsing in an instant, his mutilated right hand tapping lightly on the armrest, and his head turned to the thick stone-colored curtain that concealed the entrance to the cave.

The iron wheels made a note on the stalactite ground, and a warrior in Tsing Yi had already opened a gap in the curtain, and the wind and rain rashly invaded this not dry world, wetting the old man's empty trousers and staining his withered face.

His cloudy eyes could no longer even see the red sun in the rain hanging above the county office, and the people in the cave did not want to disturb his last peace.

I don't know how long it took, the old man slowly spoke:

"Pengju, I have never concealed that you are my favorite child, so after I leave, all my strength will be your strength, take care of your two brothers for me, and they will also take care of you for me.

Hearts of people......

Always too fickle ......"

Xu was after the cool excitement of the night rain, and the old man, who was already languishing, seemed to have a little spirit again, so some words that he didn't want to mention again said again:

"This world is no longer the world it once was, Zhu Yuanzhang is the emperor under the sun, the crazy woman of the White Lotus Sect is the master of the night, and the monster who is not a human in the first family is firmly holding the martial arts in his hands, and the three-legged stand has been completed......

But he Zhu Yuanzhang is really amazing, he actually built a firearms battalion, it's amazing......!

If it were me, I wouldn't have done better than him......

But so what? How can a lonely ghost like me, who escaped death, make him happy! ”

"Pengju, the power in your hand and you are the fourth force that is free from the three legs, which seems to be vulnerable, but it is of great use at critical moments, so you have to learn to forbear, endure until the day when you don't have to endure anymore."

This night with a shower was a bit bleak, and the old man stopped talking, and stopped the young man who wanted to pull him out of the rain and the samurai who wanted to pull up the curtain, and took a serious look at the world in the rain for the last time.

"Boom !!!"

In the midst of a long silence where only the sound of raindrops crashing against the rocks echoed, suddenly there was a loud noise, followed by a wave of shaking of the mountains, and just when the young man was about to pull the old man back to the cave, and the samurai rushed to cover it, a sudden light bloomed between heaven and earth, and a prison cell that should have been firmly rooted in the earth rose to the sky, but the old man could no longer see the whole picture.

He only vaguely saw that a large field of fireworks seemed to be set off under this cliff, which made it a beautiful scene that he had ever seen in his life.

"What beautiful fireworks, my Chen Youliang is actually not a loss in this life......"

The lips have not been reunited, but the one eye has been closed, this hero who has fought with Zhu Yuanzhang for most of his life, and left three thorn blades for the Ming Dynasty, in this night full of showers, in the rare blue firelight in the world, passed away for a long time.