Sudden anger attacks the heart and vomits blood and coma, which seems to be serious, but it is actually okay, and the imperial doctor in the palace can completely cope with this kind of emergency.

Jingtai woke up when he was escorted back to the dormitory, but he didn't want to open his eyes. If you close your eyes and don't look at it, you won't have anything to do with you, and nothing will matter to you.

He didn't worry about anything, it was just a civil uprising, the big deal was to kill all the people, the heads fell to the ground, and the wind was light... It's just that Jingtai felt awkward: in the past, the national teacher was here, and it didn't matter how crazy he was, Dayan was still getting stronger day by day; As soon as the national teacher was not there, even if he endured it and didn't lose his temper or mess around, such a big thing still happened.

Although he swallowed the medicine that cleared his heart and calmed his mind, when he thought of what happened today, Jingtai was still trembling with anger. Especially the sentence: Congratulations long live, this trip to Nanli is complete, and the swallow top has been broken into thousands of pieces...... Jingtai yelled steeply, jumped up from the couch, and kicked over the imperial doctor who was surrounding him: "What's going on outside?" ”

Immediately, a minister came up and presented the situation in the city to Emperor Bing, and Jingtai, who was walking outside the hall, was in a mess, turned his head and glared at the minister, his eyes were like blood: "Rebels? The banner of the town of Guogong? ”

The minister cautiously replied: "It is precisely because of the rebels who support the rebellious people that the situation in the city is difficult to control for a while, and the demon monks of the Great Lei Yin Temple also take the opportunity to confuse the people......

"Didn't Tan Guide burn to death? How can there still be his banner? Without waiting for the minister to finish speaking, Jingtai interrupted, and then paused for a moment, and suddenly roared hoarsely: "Luo Guan! Luo Guan!! "I don't know the cause and effect, but Luo Guan is the master who he personally arranged and 'protected' Tan Guide, and this matter is of course inseparable from the surname Luo.

Tan Guide is still alive, he is reversed... This news was much more serious than the riots in the city, and Jingtai felt blood gushing out of his throat again.

The minister didn't dare to mention these 'bad things' again, maybe he would bring up his head while carrying it, and immediately changed the subject: "Long live the anger, the palace is solid, and with the chaotic people and rebels, it will never be able to attack, and everything will be worry-free." The four gates of the city are under control, and the four battalions in the suburbs of Beijing are already on their way, and when they arrive, the rioters and thieves will not be able to die well. ”

This was expected, Jingtai was not interested in the slightest, and asked: "What about Suzhou and Hangzhou?" Where are the people? ”

The minister lowered his voice: "She followed the national teacher, Nanli and others all the way, and she has already left, heading towards the north gate......

Halfway through speaking, Jingtai suddenly remembered something, and stomped his foot heavily: "Pass the book!" Quickly pass the book 'Tianquan', rush to help Beijing, and immediately turn to Mingyue Villa! ”

The four large battalions of soldiers and horses in the suburbs of Beijing have been crowned with the word "Tian", and the north direction is called the Tianquan Battalion.

The minister was stunned, what could be more important than returning to Beijing to quell the chaos, why did he turn to attack Mingyue Villa? Before he could answer the order or ask a question, Jingtai slapped him in the face: "Stupid! Ming said that the villa has a flying weapon, and the leaders of the anti-thief and chaotic parties will fly away in a fire balloon! ”

The minister is not an internal servant, but he can be killed and not humiliated, and at this time, he can still get to Jingtai's side to show that he is a heavy minister, and his face changed sharply after being slapped in the face.

Unexpectedly, Jingtai immediately slapped himself back, his face was still crazy: "I shouldn't have hit you, you don't know about the fire balloon, I beat myself and pay you back." ”

The minister's face was flushed, his eyes were full of tears, and he immediately knelt on the ground, and his voice trembled: "Long live take care of the dragon body." Long live this, how can the old ministers ......?"

Jingtai was too lazy to listen to nonsense, grabbed him, and while walking out, he ordered: "There is a rebellion in the city, and one or two of the four big battalions are enough to come back casually, not bad for the people of Tianquan." Pass the order down, so that they don't have to rush to come, capture the Ming Yue Villa, station, and set up an ambush! ”

Speaking of this, Jingtai finally showed a smile on his face... They want to run away from the city, and it's really a bit troublesome to catch them, but now it's good, the anti-thief leader, the Nanli annihilator, and the fake national teacher will all go to the Ming Yue Villa, and they can't run away.

"Tell the Heavenly Power Commander that if you can't catch anyone while waiting for the rabbit, you will apologize for your crimes!" As he spoke, the smile on Jingtai's face became thicker, and his mood relaxed a lot, and there was finally a good sign. But when he climbed the imperial city tower again and looked into the city, the smile on his face suddenly froze!

…… After the Moluo monk escorted the national teacher and others away, the Yan army on the periphery of the square regrouped and organized the defense line again. Their task is to stop the rebels, although the imperial city is strong, not afraid of the impact from the rebels, but this is the emperor's home, the city wall is the face of all the forbidden troops, as long as they can be blocked in advance, they must not be disturbed Soon there are friendly troops in the city to rush to help, the current defense line is impregnable, the forbidden army finally breathed a sigh of relief, but not long ago, the eye city was on fire.

It's nothing to catch fire, the whole city is in chaos, and the people who are usually honest are all crazy, and it's strange not to put a few fires, but this fire in front of you ...... A thought surged in the hearts of all the forbidden troops in the defense line: there are ghosts!

After that loud bang, the flames rose into the sky, and although they burned terribly, they burned all the houses and shops in the east and west, and they were far away from the imperial city, and they were not at all threatening.

But after a while, as if there was an invisible hand that could control these 'flames', the originally chaotic flames somehow gradually knotted, advancing layer by layer, at this moment had turned into a sky-burning momentum, and was sweeping towards the palace.

If it weren't for ghosts, how could this be?

The Forbidden Army could already feel the heat of the flames, and everyone was roasted to the point of parchment...... They are elite soldiers, even if a thousand tigers rush in front of them, they will draw their swords and drown in battle and will not retreat half a step, but what is 'rushing' in front of them is a fire.

Firefighting? Even the sky is about to be burned by the fire, there is no way to save it! Or stick to your post, standing, waiting to be burned to death?

The soldier looked at the commander, and the commander did not know what to do, swallowing his saliva with great difficulty, giving orders in a hoarse voice, and directing the battle line to retreat step by step.

…… How could Jingtai at the head of the city not see the fire in front of him, unless the dragon king drove to pour torrential rain, the palace would not be protected.

There is no dragon king in Middle-earth, only a demon star!

Jingtai was trembling all over, his already red eyes turned completely blood-colored against the backdrop of the firelight, and he turned his head to look at the minister who had been following him: "I remember, you just said that the imperial city is solid, and I can worry about everything?" ”

The old minister was completely stunned by the fire in front of him, his lips trembled, and he didn't have the heart to phrase it: "Long live... Run, escape..."As he was saying, Jingtai suddenly roared, grabbed him and threw him down the city!

In the heart-wrenching screams, the minister fell to the ground heavily, and the blood splattered on the city wall, which was shocking.

But Jingtai laughed, stretched out his hand and pointed at the raging fire, and his voice was crazy: "Burn well, burn well, if you lose the bet, the city will not be mine, if you don't burn, burn, burn, burn!" ”

laughed wildly for a word, and suddenly turned into a howl and cried, and his voice was still hysterical: "Jingtai is sorry for the ancestors, ancestors!" ”

The emperor, who can't even keep the palace, is of course sorry for his ancestors...... And the crying was only one sentence, and it turned into a violent cough, Jingtai fell to the ground, vomiting blood in the cough, and the sharp pain that broke his heart and lungs made him roll on the ground.

Yipin Fight failed, the national teacher was impersonated, the people of the city rioted, Da Lei Yintai defected, Tan Guide came back from the dead... And now, now, this fire that has burned the sky and is about to engulf the palace! Coughing, vomiting blood, hissing, Jingtai didn't understand, Jingtai couldn't figure out where all these things started. How so, why is this happening!

I just want to die, I really want to die!

Important ministers, guards, eunuchs, and imperial doctors rushed up, some were at a loss, some wept bitterly, and some comforted loudly, the palace could no longer stay, and all they could do was to escape. But His Majesty's personal eunuch Little Worm was unusual, standing far away, indifferent to the rolling and crying of the Long Live Lord, tilting his head and frowning, not knowing what he was thinking.

The valuables can't be taken care of, and the miscellaneous servants can't take care of it, but the tablets of the ancestors and ancestors, countless confidential documents, and all the tokens that symbolize the royal prestige, these things must be taken away, and the nobles in the palace can't be left behind.

The shouts and heralds were noisy, the sharp sound of breaking porcelain vases against tables and chairs, the panic of the women in the harem, the heavy footsteps of the soldiers running, the restless neighing of the war horses...... It must not be chaotic, but it is still a complete chaos, the Yan Palace, which originally symbolized the prestige of the East, is now like a beehive that was knocked down by a naughty boy, disorderly, chaotic, sad and desperate.

…… When the palace was in chaos, the north gate of the eye city was very quiet.

The defenders of the city gate have been reported, and the Great Thunder Sound Terrace has summoned the believers and sent two thousand 'Golden Body Shura' to attack and kill.

In the territory of Yan Kingdom, no one wants to be an enemy of Da Lei Yintai, and the Yan army guarding the north gate is no exception. It's not because the monks are powerful, and in fact, no one knows what kind of force the monks and soldiers are, but they are 'faith'. Yan Bing is also a human being, and there are many people who believe in Buddha.

Who wants to go to war with their faith?

There's no way! The military order is everywhere not to say that it is just a monk, even if the real Buddha wants to pass through the north gate, he has to scrape the gold paint on his body, a soldier is a soldier, a war is a battle, and the general's sword is pointed, which is the majesty of our army!

The crossbow at the head of the city is wound, the long tassel under the city is slanted with a finger, and a team of iron horsemen is ready to wait. The general guarding the gate has fought on the front line of the dog for fifteen years, and his status and merits today are accumulated with the head of a barbarian, and he has experienced a hundred battles, and he knows very well what will happen later: the monks and soldiers will use it to drive the believers to come up first to send them to death, and then take advantage of the chaos to seize the door.

The Yan army had to launch heavy cavalry first, easily disperse those crazy believers, and maybe even step into the monk's formation in one go, and the cavalry needed to sprint far beyond the range of the bow and crossbow, so it was necessary to launch it first; Next, the monks and soldiers will rush to catch up with the rain of arrows; How many monks are left who really have a chance to rush to the city gate?

Even if they really have the blessing of the Buddha, they don't have to be afraid of anything, the number of defenders is far greater than that of monks!

But two or three steps, a sure win. But... The monk didn't come, or it was too late, and according to the report, they should have been killed long before the two incense sticks.

It was also from before the two pillars of incense, and all the spies sent out never heard back.

The firelight and noise in the distance in the city made the north gate even more silent...... Just when the fox was suspicious, finally, a figure slowly appeared at the end of the long street, with a golden body, a rosary, and a long stick, the first seat of the Shura Temple.

The middle-aged monk walked very steadily, there was no trace of murder in his eyes, his expression was calm and serene, his mouth was clear in his words, and every step he took and said a word: My faith, the sky is round; My service, the mountain is level; My heart's desire, justice in all corners.

The monk's steps are huge, three sentences and twenty-four steps, more than half of the long street, and then, without warning, the monk's expression highlights the hideous and evil appearance, and the body starts to leap and chase the wind!

The chief general did not hesitate and shouted: "Shoot." ”

The twisted strings hummed and the arrows broke through the air, and in the continuous sharp sound of the arrow rain, the voice of the first seat of Shura also increased sharply, and the roar was like thunder:

Where I am, where Shura is!

Where the Shura is, where the Dharma is...... Golden body Shura, appear to protect the Dharma!

In the rain of arrows, the clashes were chaotic, and the monks danced their long sticks into a blast of wind and fired arrows. The cultivation of the Shura Academy is based on Tong Zigong, the purest foreign horizontal practice of kung fu, the first one is the best in the whole academy, the middle grade samurai slashed at him with a sharp blade, but only left a blood mark.

The first seat was hit by several arrows, but all of them were shallow. Only an arrow was stuck in the eye, although he shook his head in time to avoid the bad luck of sharp arrows, but he was still injured, but when he landed, he didn't care about his injuries at all, and the long stick broke through the wind and smashed down, single-handedly rushing straight into the enemy formation. And at the end of that long street, heavy footsteps shattered the silence, and the two thousand golden-bodied Shura all appeared, rushing to the end!

The monks did not drive the believers to take the lead, the power of righteousness will not take the crooked road, two thousand monks and soldiers themselves to take the lead, the sound of incantation and chanting shook the Quartet, the killing of the Buddha, the arrogance soared to the sky.

The guards waved the battle flag vigorously, and the more than 1,000 iron horsemen who had already been waiting for it roared in their mouths, and the horses' hooves stepped out of the thunder, vigorously and vigorously greeted the monks!

The golden-bodied Shura has neat steps, no intention of retreating, as if the eyes are facing the head-on, even the mountain can collapse the heavy armor iron riding but the phantom phantom, when the two sides of the row are only a few zhang away from each other, the Shura monk suddenly exhaled and opened his voice, and every two adjacent monks will reach out and shake each other... Holding the prayer beads of his companion, the monk on the right rotated and exerted force in the next moment, throwing the companion on the left like a chain hammer forward.

A thousand golden-bodied Shura, they really flew over. Descend from the sky and go straight to the enemy formation in front of the city gates!

The archers at the head of the castle have just given the first round of arrows to the first seat of the Shura Temple, and they are now reloading the arrows...... According to the normal 'order', the time can be completely rushed, but who would have thought that the monk would 'fly', and when the archers understood what was happening, the sound of killing under the city had already shook the sky.

Another thousand Shura on the long street, after throwing away the same door, the figures of the first few rows of monks and soldiers spun around, and the long stick in their hands had already taken advantage of the momentum to wave up! At that moment, dozens of muffled noises rushed at the same time, like the sound of a bottle full of water being broken...... Ma tau.

It wasn't until this stick was blasted out that Yan Jun really understood what a golden-bodied Shura was!

Heavy armored cavalry, horses also have armor defense, the horse's head is against the iron leaf curtain sword is difficult to hurt, and the horse's head is far harder than a human head, but nothing is useless, Shura stick, the horse doesn't even have a chance to mourn, and the head is smashed.

The horses died, but the remnants of the forward rush were still there, and the two hundred monks who rushed to the head of the team had no time to dodge after a desperate blow, and were rushed to the front, how fierce this force was, no matter how good the horizontal practice kung fu could not be stopped, the bones were broken and the blood was spurted from the mouth, as long as they were hit, there was no hope of living.

They don't die in vain.

The heavy armored iron cavalry was cumbersome, and once it ran up, it was impossible to stop urgently, and the street fighting in the city was not conducive to the cavalry, and the long street was too wide for pedestrians, and it was too narrow for the cavalry charge, and the cavalry rushed forward in order to seek strength, leaving almost no buffer distance for each other. When the first row of heavy riders fell at the same time, it immediately caused the people behind to roll over on their backs, and after a few breaths, the forward momentum was completely scattered.

At this moment, the sound of killing suddenly increased, and the believers who came with the golden-bodied Shura swarmed in with sticks, firewood knives, and axes in their hands...... Once the elephant falls, it can no longer stand up, and these heavy horses are not like this, even if they don't fall, it won't help, the heavy armor makes them too clumsy, and when they can't rush up, their combat power is not as good as the most ordinary sword and shield soldiers.

The remaining 800 Shura monks on the long street, interspersed through the gaps in the heavy cavalry, if they waved a long stick to blow a few heads, if it was inconvenient, they didn't care, they didn't stop for a while, there were believers and cavalry behind them desperately, they had to rush forward quickly, and get closer.

The order of the city head was transmitted, urging the archers to prepare quickly, and there will definitely be a round of arrow rain baptism before the enemy on the long street rushes forward! But before the archers at the head of the city could raise their crossbows again, they themselves caught up with a rain of arrows...... Is the eight hundred golden-bodied Shura too eye-catching, or is the dark demon hidden behind them too secretive? The archers at the head of the city couldn't tell the difference, they only saw that from behind those golden monks with amazing arrogance, a 'shadow' suddenly floated out, holding a strong crossbow and slamming it towards the head of the city.

One crossbow and three hits. The black crossbow arrows break through the air silently, and the range is much farther and more lethal than the single-shot crossbow in the hands of the Yan army!

The monks of the monastery were 'late' for the two pillars of incense because they were waiting at the agreed place to join the national teacher. If we are outnumbered, how can we rush and kill in batches? Ah Jiu would not make such a stupid mistake. After the two armies converged, Moro became a shadow, a presence that the defenders did not know about.

Yanding Jingwu, good poison, and long refining, the three skills of the master have all fallen on him.

If there is no star iron, twenty national teachers plus sixty Xiao blacksmiths will not be able to forge a dragon sparrow. That's the reason, the moon blade machine can only create two pieces, and the night crossbow in Mo Luo's hand is only 400 crossbows and 2,000 arrows, even 20% of the monks and soldiers are not enough, let alone equip the Yan army.

After knocking out the cavalry and the crossbow arrows at the head of the city, all that remained was a bloody battle, and after thousands of believers tore up the heavy horses, they came again, like madness, chanting the Buddha of Compassion at the same time, wielding swords and killing people.

The scattered 'donors' can only have combat power in hand-to-hand combat, and Ah Jiu doesn't let them take the lead, just for now.

Ah Jiu stood in front of the 'master', squinting his eyes and staring at the battle situation in front of him...... As expected, the difference is still a little huge, and it is almost impossible to capture the city gate, but it is more than enough to penetrate it and send the master out of the city, after a while, Ah Jiu took a deep breath, turned his head to look at the many Dharma protector monks behind him, and said: "Senior brothers, please get ready." "But the monks who surround the 'national teacher' are all good hands.

followed Ah Jiuyou and said to the 'national teacher': "Master, almost, you can go." ”

Amber nodded and whispered, "I'll do your bidding." After speaking, she called Su Hang, who was not far away, to her: "Child, you come with me." ”

Su Hang smiled and stepped forward.

Ah Jiu didn't say anything more, and continued to stare at the melee battle at the city gate, and suddenly started after a while: "Right now, hurry up!" ”

Before the words fell, many eminent monks gathered around the national teacher and quickly rushed forward, followed by the accompanying group.

Crossing the battlefield, everyone used all their strength, and the two courtyards of cultivation and demon in the melee shouted at the same time, fighting all their strength, and forcibly split a road on the battlefield! Amber and the others passed through the rain of swords and blood, and under their feet were the lives of the surname that had long withered!

But no one could have imagined that when the national teacher finally walked to the door and was about to successfully get out of the city, he suddenly stopped...... Not only did he stop, but he even sat down and never walked forward.

Ah Jiu was surprised and shocked: "Master... You, why did you stop? ”

"Wait for someone." In the ventriloquism, there was a slight smile. After speaking, Amber turned his eyes to look at the envoy behind him, and beckoned to Prime Minister Zuo and the others: "If you can't fight, come to me." ”

Auntie's sudden stop, almost everyone flashed, what is this place? The position of the city gate cave is a little ahead, the most important place in the heavy land, I have to say that Amber's vision of choosing a place is still vicious...... But the national teacher is supreme, he wants to stop, and the disciples and monks under his command only have the share of compliance, Ah Jiu gritted his teeth and commanded the warrior monks of the two academies to change formations, and the vicious battle in front of the north gate of the eye city has completely changed, from the previous 'open and leave' to the formation guard, but even 'taking the city gate' is delusional, not to mention the current 'guarding the city gate'.

It may be okay for a while, but it won't last long, Ah Xia didn't want to be directly involved in the vicious battle with the Yan army, but now that he is also trapped, Xiumei frowned and discussed a few words with the chief of the mission, and then loudly issued an order, and the Uighur guards responded in unison, drawing their scimitars and joining the battle group, in order to delay the defense.

Ah Jiu ran back to her aunt and grandmother, and asked in a low voice, "Master, when will it be?" ”

Amber replied in a deep voice, "Wait until he comes." As soon as the words fell, suddenly the figure shook, and the two old monks who protected the Dharma flashed up, looking like they wanted to forcibly leave with the national teacher, not disobedience but loyalty. But they had just put the man up, when suddenly there was a terrible wail, and both of them fell to the ground at the same time, their bodies convulsed for a moment, their faces turned black, and they were despaired.

Amber has to wait for her son, and whoever doesn't let her wait for her won't let anyone live.

(To be continued)