It is better to choose a day than to hit the day, and walked around the Fengzen platform, but Xia Hua's army had not yet arrived, and Xia Zheng, who was only six years old, directly ascended the throne as the new emperor.

With the presence of King Shenwu, even the big things can be suppressed, always paying attention to the country, and there are always a few hard-headed officials who take care of political affairs, and they have to run out and shout "Liyan should be the chief".

Some of the officials who were not blind on the sidelines thought that they were going to lose another batch of heads, but the Shenwu King, who covered the sky with one hand, just ordered these officials who were as noisy as shrews to think about it for three months and then come back after thinking about it.

Dressed in python robes, standing on the top of the Jinluan Palace, overlooking the scribes with angry faces and a look of death and fame for a hundred years, the regent just said: "Isn't it good to live?" and then waved his hand, and a row of armor soldiers quickly stepped forward to pull the kneeling scribes.

is obviously a dead admonition, but she has become a shrew, and the gentleness of the regent is extremely generous.

This has impressed many people, and this Shenwu King, who is known for his recklessness and brutality, seems to be a little different from what he imagined.

Now, every day Xia Zheng sits on the dragon chair, Xia Guang moves a chair to sit aside, the civil and military officials go to court, and when they encounter important matters, this Xia Zheng can't make a decision, they all have to turn their heads to look at Xia Guang, who is already the regent, and wait for him to decide.

As a result, the name of the tyrant of King Shenwu has been weakened a lot, because every one of his wills is indeed for the people, for the country, and for the Great Zhou, without too much selfishness or the meaning of showing off his might.

This style quickly won the respect of hundreds of officials.

In addition, every time there is a twist and turn, it will be reviewed quickly, and the officials know that the little emperor can't do it, and it must be the Shenwu King who does it for him.

Orderly orders were issued, and there was almost no big mistake, it seemed that this Shenwu King was born to be a regent, and many things were dealt with quickly, quickly and properly, of course, it was not perfect, but no one was perfect, the hearts of the hundred officials were temporarily stabilized, and the stormy Great Zhou was also stabilized.

It's just that Xia Hua's army is coming, and at the same time, Ma Jin, the leader of the lone army "Silver Tiger" who was originally called north to King Qin, is also coming.

Hundreds of miles away.

The majestic yellow-robed man with a somewhat cold expression, holding his sword and frowning, stood in front of the camp, and when he heard the footsteps behind him, he sighed.

Why did the eldest son of the emperor sigh. ”

There was an old voice behind him, and the people who came were Huang Sheng and Zhang Yanren, who were among the five tiger generals.

Xia Hua sighed: "Sigh that my Great Zhou is in danger, sigh that the lives are in misery, the people are not living, my brother succeeded to the throne, I originally thought that I would live a stable life outside, but I never thought that he was also killed by traitors."

News came from the palace that he had died after an assassin.

But after he goes, who will profit the most?

If you don't dare to say it, I'll tell you.

It is my invincible little imperial uncle, and he is also the Great Zhou Shenwu King hand-picked by his father.

Now, he covers the sky with one hand, controls the government, and sets up a politician who doesn't know anything to be the emperor.

This heart is clear, passers-by can know it.

It's a pity that his strength is very high, even if my 100,000 army goes east, it is helpless, it is better for us to retreat. ”

His words concealed needles, and implied excitement, which shows that the emperor's eldest son Hua is indeed a deep city.

"The military array on the battlefield is not comparable to the rivers and lakes, and when the time comes, Lao Tzu's heavy armored cavalry will charge and crush, even if it is the King of Shenwu, Lao Tzu's eight snake spears will kill a bloody road for you. ”

Zhang Yanren roared with a bearded halberd, and then looked at the old man beside him and said, "Old Huang, I heard that the Shenwu King is still your apprentice, how can you be like this?"

Huang Sheng just frowned and said nothing, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "When the time comes, I'll go talk to him first." ”

Another conversation.

In the end, Xia Hua bowed deeply to these two, and said with tears in his eyes: "In this way, Hua has thanked the two generals on behalf of the world." ”

He changed his words and said: "I heard that General Ma is also going north, I'm afraid that I will also be enemies of you and me." ”

Zhang Yanren grinned and said: "Ma Jin and I are brothers, wait for me to repair a book, no problem! Wait for me to repair another book and give me Brother Guan Sandaoguan, but unfortunately he is guarding the Great Wall, I am afraid that he will not be able to come back, Brother Zhao is also stationed at Rose Pass, and he can't get out."

It doesn't matter, there is such a shameless villain in the world, my Lao Zhang is not afraid of him, and I will definitely take back what belongs to you and belongs to you for you. ”

After that, he actually patted Xia Hua's shoulder, and the eldest son of the emperor said with tears in his eyes: "Thank you General Zhang." ”

A few days later.

The Hangu Pass in the blockade blocked the road of the Western Army, and a general shouted out of the pass: "Two generals, go back." ”

Zhang Yanren roared and shouted: "The surname is Shi, Lao Tzu also instructed you in marksmanship back then, didn't you let us pass this door?"

The general surnamed Shi said: "General Zhang, General Huang, the will of the Son of Heaven, if the two of them enter the customs, it is extremely welcome, but if they come with a large army to make a rebellion, then this Hangu Pass is the place where someone from my stone will die." ”

Zhang Yanren roared angrily: "Is it the will of the Son of Heaven, or the will of the regent who controls the government? Covering the sky with one hand, for the chaos of the world, shameless villain, and a thief of a country!

The general surnamed Shi glanced at it, but he just didn't open it.

The Western Army had no choice but to set up camp outside Hangu Pass.

And the early summer came, one day in the thunderstorm, but saw a barefoot monk, holding a Zen staff walking in the storm, but somehow, actually went around to the edge of the camp to turn the edge, just when Xia Hua sat helpless outside the camp, heard the voice of the soldiers driving the barefoot monk, somehow, suddenly blessed to the soul, combined with some stories he had heard before, he hurriedly ran out, the umbrella did not hit, let the rain soak the clothes.

"The master has come from afar, please enter the camp quickly. ”

Xia Hua made a gesture.

The monk just smiled slightly, and did not shirk it, so he followed the prince who wanted to go east, but was blocked outside, and when he was full of food and drink, he asked: "The little monk is quite distressed when he sees the nobleman, but he has something on his mind?"

Xia Hua told the regent in the capital about covering the sky with one hand.

The monk said: "This Shenwu King doesn't believe in gods and Buddhas, but the donor is credible?"

Xia Hua took the case and said angrily: "The green pothos Zen sect is my Great Zhou State Religion, when I was a child, I went to the Zen temple in the north of the capital every day to worship the Buddha, but later my father was stupid and actually demolished the Zen temple, hey." ”

When he said this, his belief in Buddhism was beyond words.

The barefoot monk laughed and said: "This Shenwu King is going against the sky, and the Hangu Pass naturally can't stop the footsteps of the donor, and now the little monk will break the pass for the donor." ”

Xia Hua was ecstatic in his heart, knowing that he had met a stranger, so he thanked him again and again.

The next day, the thunderstorm stopped.

Dawn.

Zhang Yanren was holding the Zhangba snake spear, Huang Sheng was holding a knife in one hand, and behind him was carrying the old bow of Cangteng, as for the three golden dragon and tiger explosions, they also rode horses and looked at the black Xiongguan in the morning light in the distance.

Standing in the mountain pass, the city wall is very thick, like a huge iron bear, squatting, the flame of the brazier at the head of the city has just been extinguished, seeing the gathering of the western army, the guard has already gone to the head of the city, shouting from afar: "Two generals, don't make trouble!"

But the next moment, he suddenly saw a person walking out of the opposite side.

It turned out to be a barefoot monk holding a Zen stick, striding forward, and the iron ring on the Zen stick was moving with it, making one crisp sound after another in the morning breeze.

"Monk, what are you doing here?" asked the guard strangely.

But the barefoot monk didn't say much, just walked forward.

The guard said: "If you don't stop, you have to blame us!"

After that, he raised his hand, "Release the arrow, prepare!"

The barefoot monk only walked faster and faster, and finally entered the place where he was shot away from the city gate, and the general did not hesitate any longer, and said coldly: "Release the arrow!"

Dozens of arrows flew down into the air, whistling towards the monk.

The monk still ignored it, as if it was not an arrow that had fallen, but rain, so why should he stop it?

It was Xia Hua in the distance, and the two generals were a little puzzled, was this monk sent to death?

But in the next moment, a series of divine Buddha light suddenly erupted, and in the light, all those chaotic arrows made a purified sound.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, the barefoot monk had already walked to the closed door, and his right palm was attached to the iron gate that was extremely heavy, even the siege vehicle could not break open, and said softly: "Amitabha, the poor monk is coming to the east, please open this pass." ”

The voice fell.

And the city came down like a scorching sun.

Bang.

The walls were broken.

The gates are open!