"The subspace passage is used inside the Metropolitan Protectorate building, and you have to apply for quotas and permissions, otherwise the passage will be forcibly cut off after entering the subspace, and people will return to the same place, but basically there is only a lump of minced meat...... This guy has a holy decree -- what holy decree?"

"The Sprinkle family has a holy decree to pass on to the governor Zhao Guangyi......" Father-in-law Lei also heard Yinchen's voice, thinking that a fair guy had come, and hurriedly put on a kind official tone, but before he finished speaking, he heard Yinchen say with surprise and impatience: "There is no end! What kind of outline is the one that was collected this year...... Extra money...... In short, the team that collects money has just left, what kind of bullshit decree have you come to pass on? You are too diligent in collecting money, aren't you? Give me almost a little bit of it! Even if you are a gang boss who collects protection money on the street, then you have to really provide protection? Do you provide us with any protection in the face of the slaves in Jianzhou? Are you embarrassed to collect money even if you don't work?!" As soon as Yinchen's voice fell, he heard the laughter that Ghost Liming couldn't hold back: "Young master, this is an analogy......

"The Sprinkle family is not here to collect money! The Sprinkle family is because he Zhao Guangyi secretly hid the Zhao family's daughter, and was inspired by the imperial history, and the emperor lost his temper because of this-" Lei Gonggong was forced to stop in the middle of speaking, because in the dark "cage", an incomparably terrifying coercion erupted, and the weight of the air itself seemed to suddenly increase hundreds of times, and almost in the silence of the sudden arrival, he could hear the creaking sound of Lei Gonggong's whole body being overwhelmed.

"Sister Yating, I will never make the same mistake again. Yinchen's whispering didn't let Lei Gonggong and Ghost Liming hear it, because they wouldn't understand it if they heard it, Yinchen murmured softly, and Zhang Yating's small smiling round face seemed to appear in front of her again, many years have passed, and her voice and smile are not only not blurred, but more and more clear.

Silver Dust was silent for a moment, the invisible weight in the air suddenly lightened, and then the blue-purple light lit up, diffusing in the air, and the originally closed door suddenly opened, allowing the sunlight outside to shine in, illuminating the ghost's old and brave figure. "Ghost Elder?" Inside the voice of Silver Dust, there was a whole hell of ice.

"The young master commanded. The ghost Li Ming lightly arched his hand, and the dragon and phoenix Chengxiang Tuan Hua Da Shui sleeves were displayed again, obviously, he already knew what Yinchen was going to say.

"Deal with him. After Yinchen finished speaking, the silver figure disappeared before Father-in-law Lei could react.

"Okay. The ghost smiled, and that smile was terrifying in the eyes of Gonggong Lei: "The young master didn't say that the holy decree should be left, so there is no part of your body that needs to be kept." After Ghost Li Ming finished laughing, he shot out a few thick black mangs from his cuffs.

It was a heavy dark weapon bone penetrating awl.

The moment he raised his hand, the wind and snow that erupted together with the icy breath actually had the power to return to the void fivefold. The moment he made his move, he launched the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa".

Grandpa Lei's screams, curses, curses, and begs for mercy rang out and disappeared, and from beginning to end, he didn't even understand whose hands he had died.

On the other side, in the courtyard of the Metropolitan Protectorate, the formation of more than 300 people withdrew gloomily, because one person, just one person, defeated all 32 people with a wheel battle.

It was a swordsman, a swordsman holding a light weapon, the swordsman's sword, it looked ordinary, or straight stab, or horizontal slash, or whirl, or collapse, or hanging, every move and every style were clear, but no one could stop it, all the boxers, all the so-called Ouchi masters, were found by that person at the moment of punching, a sword went up, either the key point penetrated, the injury was seriously incured, or the head was in a different place, and he died on the spot, no one could take that person's move, and no one could fall on that person's body with their war spirit, wind and snow, cold ice or boxing skills。

That person's body is like a breeze, that person's swordsmanship is like light, the emperor and the queen of heaven, the six and eight wilderness, suddenly only his blue sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and there is no room for others to perform, this guy who is almost unparalleled is no one else, it is ten thousand people.

The master of ten thousand sword hearts, the best in the world.

[The second day of the seventh month of the first year of Heisei]

This day is destined to be extraordinary.

On this day, Zhao Guangyi met Nie Wanliu, knew the secret hidden behind the deep palace walls in Pershing City, and knew that Emperor Beiwu had already been stiffened by Li Dai. On this day, Lei Gonggong from Ying Tianfu assassinated Zhao Guangyi, although there was no possibility of success at all, but it also let Zhao Guangyi and the people around him know that Gusu and Ying Tianfu had really reached the point of a complete break. And on this day, what is really remembered by later generations of history books is an article.

In this article, there is no flowery rhetoric, no false side references, only a heroic and fearless national feeling, which will be written between the word "righteous way" and heaven and earth, and the sense of justice in the hearts of the people of the world will be lit into a bright light.

Let's not talk about the content of this article, the signature alone is enough to shake the world.

The signature of the article is not the Ten Doucai of the Holy Hand of Calligraphy and Painting who has retired from the rivers and lakes, but the one who has been "executed" on April 30 last year.

Yin! Mountain!

Yin Shanluan's three words, how heavy, for all the people in the world who still have a trace of conscience and justice, these three words are really as heavy as mountains, and for all the rotten Confucians in the world, these three words are as heavy as the terrifying destiny of heaven.

"The Song of the Song of the Martyrdom of the Princess Feiyan of the Zhao Family" is the title of this article that is most unlike the text of the text, and the signature of the next Yin Shanluan is plain but enough to shock the government and the opposition, and the sad song of thousands of words expresses only one meaning, that is, the reader, should have his own courage and persistence.

The Zhao family is the royal family of the Seventh Dynasty, and there is a little bit of sacredness in the eyes of the world, and the girls of the Zhao family, those who really have the identity of princesses, are also more beautiful than other girls in the eyes of the world, their beauty is not only in appearance, in clothing, but also in that noble and elegant temperament. These girls were regarded as "the daughters of the whole people" by the common people of the Southern Empire, and also regarded as a certain symbol of the country, and now they were sent to the northern country and were arbitrarily humiliated by a group of fake monks.

Yin Shanluan didn't say anything else, didn't explain why he "came back from the dead", didn't say a word about Fengbo Pavilion, only pointed out this hazy sense of worship that existed in the hearts of the people, and gave a very convincing reason:

“...... If there is no protection from the big country, there will be no dignity for the small people, and how can the country be ruined? Today, slaves can insult the royal family and clansmen, and in the future, they can insult the people of the world. Now the cardinal is handed over to people, the society is humiliated, and people of insight in the world should rise up to win the last trace of dignity and dignity for their hometown, and hold on to the ...... of family."

Yes, today, the slaves of Jianzhou can ask for the girls of the royal family, then in other days, they can use the invincible iron horse to capture all the girls of the common people in the world, and fill the bottomless pit of heavenly evil furnace together. The weight of the society cannot be guaranteed, how can the people of Shengdou become self-reliant? Yin Shanluan's essay on Fabo, which was in time for Zhao Guangyi and Shi Doucai, really ignited a fire in the hearts of the subjects of the entire Southern Empire.

Above the rivers and lakes, the Demon Dao Changlou, the righteous path is declining, but what is the righteousness and what is the demon? At this time, it is no longer important, because whether it is the righteousness of the righteous path or the interests of the demon path, when the slaves of Jianzhou asked for the daughter of the royal family, they were all greatly damaged at the moment when the demonic spirit rose in Feiyan City. Although the people of the Demon Dao are flies and dogs, they also have tempers! The slaves of Jianzhou have been bullied to their heads, and they are about to tie up their families as sacrifices, and the Demon Daoists who are ruthless by nature and like to kill innocents indiscriminately and sacrifice the interests of others and even their lives at will, won't they still jump up and resist?

Therefore, the first function of such a poem called Tragic Song is to ignite the anger of the demon people, whether it is the Black Mountain Villa that stands on its own mountain, or the Demon Wei Pavilion that has a deep-rooted interest base in the south, or the Blood Demon Sect, the Red Demon Gate, the Blue Demon Palace, the Crazy Sword Dao, the Ten Thousand Demon Gate, and all the big and small demon ways are all mobilized, each colluding and united, forming a large and small righteous army, these Jianghu rebels did not blindly entangle with the soapy and rotten southern court soldiers, and galloped directly towards Pershing, Waves of rebels have been set off around Feiyan City and in the hinterland of the northern country, and the time of these rebels is even earlier than Zhao Guangyi's action.

The movements of the demons are faster than the real king, although they still do not have the strength to resist head-on in the face of the iron cavalry of the Jianzhou slaves, but they do the assassination of the masters, or the art of war that attacks the sword in the grain depot and the arsenal, but it is the hand to capture, and the Jianzhou slaves, who are seriously lacking in the cooperation of the civil forces, hold here, lose there, suppress this wave, lose that wave, in short, they are tired of running, and they must strengthen the defense in the direction of Gusu City, because at the same time as this article spread, the order of Hanshan Temple was also spread in the rivers and lakes。

And the really powerful thing about Yin Shanluan's writing is that it has completely awakened the scholars of the world.

"What is the use of a scholar?" This is a question that has not been answered since the millennium of civilization, some people say that they study for glory, some people say that they study for wealth, some people say that they study for power, and some people say that they read for changing their background. In fact, these all illustrate a path, that is, to study in order to become an official.

For thousands of years, under the system of "learning and excelling", a large number of scholars have been cultivated, but only a very small number of them can embark on a career in office, and the vast majority of people have spent their lives in the examination.

Under the influence of the rulers, consciously or unconsciously, most scholars considered it "useless" , Ten years of cold window, a lifetime of sloppy, full of poetry and books, but an empty, can not be enrolled, everything is nothing, as if they have been chiseling the wall for decades to borrow light, catching fireflies and reflecting snow, the vertebrae of the cantilever beam are in vain, when he was young, he was full of ambition, he regarded himself very highly, and he knew that he had wasted his life when he was the boss, and his will was depressed, so most of the middle-aged scholars, devoted themselves to rotten Confucianism, reduced to slavery, and for a bite of brown rice, he was able to embark on the road of the imperial examination and made the green and white free body into an eternal inferior slave life, and how many people knew the pain and humiliation?

And in this sad song, Yin Shanluan gave the answer.

"Reader, please die for the people of the world!"

A scholar is not a scholar who can only write and draw, but a righteous man who is more thoughtful than ordinary people, easier to understand the suffering of the world and speak out, and even speak with a sword when necessary!

The world's scholars share a proud bone. It is not some industry discrimination of "everything is inferior", but the courage to stand up when the national crisis is at the head, the hardness to refuse to kneel, and the consciousness of running for the people of the world. The pen in the hand of the reader should be sharper than the sword, and the country in the reader's heart should never give up. “...... What does it matter if you have a half-life of ups and downs? What does it matter if you have a low status? Who has not died in life since ancient times? "Yin Shanluan's blade pen also woke up the people of the world on this day, at least the scholars of the world, including those who listened to some courses of Yinchen in the Hanlin Academy, and only then did they wake up on this day, it turned out that studying was just to be a righteous path, and it turned out that the righteous path was not outside the demon path, but in their own hearts.

In front of the four words "sacrificing one's life for righteousness," there is no high or low, only greatness or not. Everyone can be treason and seek glory, but who in the world can betray their bloodline, skin color and customs?

No one can lie in front of bloodlines. When you lose your country, you treat yourself as a citizen of a new country, and the conquerors of others only treat you as a beast!!

Otherwise, relying on the encasement of Jianzhou slaves to maintain the orthodox Yingtianfu court in the world, why would he sacrifice his wife and daughter?

Otherwise, on the altar of the Heavenly Evil Temple, why are only southern women struggling in pain?

There is never a shortage of dark forces that erode justice in this world, and what is lacking is only the voice of justice! And in the end, this voice can only be made by scholars and knights.

The people who are hurt are often the class of aphasia, don't think that the world is the world of the emperor, whoever sits on the dragon chair can do whatever he wants, the people of the world, dare not speak and are angry, the Chu people are torched, poor scorched earth, it has never been a myth or legend.

......

Yin Shanluan's article, like a spark of fire, the achievement of the prairie fire, the battle between the rivers and lakes suddenly cut off, even if it was originally in the vendetta of the two factions, but also their own truce, each formed a rebel army, through various means into the north, the original in the northern border by the Jianzhou slaves to the head of the various forces of the rivers and lakes, have responded to the "recognition of the ancestors and return to the ancestors", the north and the south united, and gradually there was the end of the dynasty of the princes and rose, the trend of the heroes. The so-called "masters" of the celebrant of the Tianfu Division, without pinching their fingers to calculate, have already seen the signs of the country's demise, Yin Shanluan's essay awakens the scholars at the same time, but also provides the best and most wonderful excuse for all the dragons and snakes in the world, a legitimate excuse for plotting rebellion and seizing power by force.