The "apparition" of the wooden house Guangtang pushed the succession ceremony of King Yelang to a high tide. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The "Bamboo God Apparition" lasted for a short time, just a few breaths, and then the huge face slowly distorted, blurred, and finally gradually dissipated. But the huge shock it brought and the impact it had on the minds of all the people was incalculable. At this moment, no one does not bow down.

Weng refers to the psychology of Yi people who fear the gods, and played a good trick of "bamboo god manifestation". He was convinced that anyone who witnessed this "miracle" would bow down and worship it.

His purpose was achieved.

Weng Zhi was a little regretful, but it was a pity that the Han envoy was not present, otherwise such a miracle would have taken away his mind, and I am afraid that he could be made to submit without persecution. What a shame...... Poor Weng pointed out that he was pretending to be a god on the stage, but he didn't know the news of the Han envoy's escape. I don't know that at this time, Zhang Fang is waiting for a drama that is a hundred times more exciting than the so-called "Bamboo God Manifestation" at this time.

Weng Zhi looked down at the hundreds of princes and elders in the audience, looking at the backs of one by one, the feeling of being high above and being the only one really made him feel extremely happy at a certain moment.

Weng Zhi wanted to enjoy this feeling more, but when he saw the evil in the audience looking at him with an anxious face, he couldn't help but shake his head secretly: The young man just can't hold his breath, and he can't wait for a moment...... Anyway, his performance is over, and it's time for him to play.

Weng fingers waved his hands slightly, the smoke gradually dissipated, and the dancers retreated.

The evil man stood up, and the servants on the left and right tidied up his clothes. Then, under the call of Weng Zhi, he stepped on the stage.

Just as Wu Xie had just taken a step, several entourages ran in sweating profusely, and just opened their mouths: "King, something happened in Xizhai......

Wu Xie raised his hand to stop, and said coldly: "There is a big matter, and I have to wait until I complete the ceremony." ”

The entourage is only the only one, and he does not dare to say more.

Weng Zhi did not step down, and he still had one last ceremony, which was to "point sand" for the new Yelang King, that is, to smear ochre paint on the face of Wu Evil, the intention was nothing more than to bless and ward off evil spirits.

In the end, the elders of the clan handed over the golden bamboo cane representing the royal power to Wu Xie - Wu Xie had held this staff to greet the Han envoy before, that was to save face for himself and the Han envoy, according to the normal procedure, he was not qualified to hold the rod if he had not succeeded to the throne.

"The new king holds the staff, Yicheng!"

With this announcement, hundreds of people in the hall shouted in unison. Thanks to the powerful sound gathering effect, although there are only a few hundred people, it sounds like thousands of people chanting, almost breaking the roof.

Wu Xie held the golden scepter tightly, his heart fluctuated, and he also experienced the feeling of Weng Finger, looking down on all beings, it was so good...... When he was fluttering, there were two light coughs beside him, which were Weng Zhi. The new king of Yelang immediately came to his senses, struck while the iron was hot, and hurried.

"Wu Mi Xingxing, Luo Ju Yangyang, scolding steaming, Jinzhu soup soup." In one fell swoop, the evil golden scepter was full of pride, "I am the king of the golden bamboo chosen by the mountain god and the bamboo god!" ”

There was another burst of cheers from the audience, and the cheers were very powerful.

"The king of the golden bamboo is the chosen choice of the gods. However, the Chosen King was murdered by the shameless Han people by deception! "The pride of evil turned into grief and indignation, and his arms were stretched, "The shameless Han people, afraid of the bravery of the Yelang people, they dare not come head-on, and use despicable temptations to kill the Chosen King and cut off his head." ”

The crowd in the audience was stirring and discussing. The death of Yelang Wang Xing certainly frightened some of the Yiren monarchs, but at the same time, it also aroused the anger of most of the Yelang's affiliated tribes. It is true that the people are afraid of force, but it is a fear of being crushed by frontal force, and the calculated murder of its leader will only provoke a greater backlash. Rise and death, twenty-two cities are in chaos, not without reason.

“…… I swear by this! I will inherit the will of the previous king and restore the prestige of my golden bamboo night. Wu Evil pulled out his waist knife, crossed it with the golden scepter, his eyes reflected the beating firelight, and he paused word by word, "Expelle Han Kou and restore my territory!" Swear to fight Han Kou to the end! ”

The commanders of the twenty-two provinces, who had already colluded, drew their swords together and shouted hoarsely: "Expelle the Han Kou and restore my territory!" Swear to fight Han Kou to the end! ”

In this atmosphere of fanaticism and even madness, more and more commanders drew their swords and joined the ranks of anti-Han. Guangtang's eyes were full of swords, and the murderous spirit was overflowing, and an anti-Han alliance was finally established.

Wu Xie smiled, Weng Zhi smiled, they all opened their arms in unison, shouting: "......"

Strangely, they couldn't hear themselves.

Wu Xie and Weng Zhi were so strange that they couldn't help but glance at each other, and then, they saw an unprecedented terrifying image--the other party's face and body seemed to be torn apart by the power of the gods, and suddenly they were torn apart, and the sky was full of flesh and blood.

The next moment, an earth-shattering explosion turned all resentment, hatred, rebellion, and ambition into ashes.

……

Moments before the explosion.

On the peak of the copper furnace, the night wind was cold, and Zhang Fang's clothes were blown to the sound of hunting, and he laughed silently in the dark.

Except for Han Chong, Yu Xi and other subordinates, no one knew what Zhang Fang wanted them to climb the peak in the middle of the night to see what famous hall. But Fuping Hou goes first, who dares not to follow up?

Looking southeast from the summit, there are several areas of light that are fan-shaped. The "fan" part is the position of the guards of the eighteen villages, and they are stuck in three roads out of the village--then and eggs, eighteen villages, eighteen hearts, whether it is Weng fingers, or evil spirits, it is impossible to envelop them all. As a result, Ju Ji's money offensive was torn apart. It seems to be a net, but once a small hole is torn, it becomes a broken net.

And the "fan handle" part is the east village of Yelang Wangfu. The most dazzling thing in the dark night is the wooden house Guangtang. There are the most guards, and the torches are the most dense.

"Gentlemen, please come up, mainly to watch a fireworks show." Zhang Fang smiled, "Although it is not as exciting as the palace opera, it is the most eye-catching and beautiful ...... in this dark night."

"It's on fire, it's on fire in Xizhai!" It was the leaky Hou who exclaimed, and the rest of the Zhuyi were also shocked.

Sure enough, I could see it very clearly in the dark, in the direction of Xizhai, the fire was getting bigger and bigger, the smoke was billowing out, and the flames illuminated half of the sky.

Zhu Yijun was amazed, and said: "What a fireworks show." ”

Zhang Fang shook his head: "The big drama that the envoy said is not this fire, if you have to say it, this can only be regarded as the first 0 drama at best." Please look at Dongzhai and look at the wooden house Guangtang......"

This time, almost everyone was surprised, wouldn't it, even that place can be set on fire? How is that possible? It is still reasonable to set fire to Xizhai, because it is under their control. But what kind of place is Dongzhai, the palace is important, and the wooden house Guangtang is even more ...... No way!

At this time, Yu Xi quietly approached and said in a low voice: "Master, it has already passed half a pillar of incense...... Why don't I check it out? ”

Zhang Fang shook his head: "It's too late, all we can do is to believe in our companions." ”

"The host ......"

"We have spent countless efforts and made such adequate preparations, and the so-called plan is in people, and it is in heaven to achieve things. If something really goes wrong at the last moment...... Zhang Fang was silent for a moment, his eyes resolute, "Before dawn, let's kill the horse pistol and break in again." Desperately kill people to detonate! ”

"No! The villain is willing to be the striker! Yuki's blood boiled all at once.

As soon as the words fell, the sky seemed to light up with a bolt of lightning, and everyone's faces were illuminated. It's just that why is this lightning fiery red, and why are everyone's eyes so horrified......

Thundered! Thundered! The flames soared into the sky, and the unheard-of huge earthquake was like an earth dragon turning over, shocking the earth.

The time is fixed at this moment - the end of the eighth hour of the first month of the 11th month of the third year of Heping (26 BC).