"Shoot the arrows!" the rain dripped from the palace warp's mixed beard, and the pale-faced commander of the forbidden army gave the order in a slightly trembling voice.

At this moment, the countless feathered arrows broke away from the tight bowstring, and suddenly the speed increased to the peak, tearing the rain in the air, and shè towards the five bamboos standing alone in the middle of the square.

The dense arrow feathers seemed to cover the sky, but today's rainstorm took the lead in stealing this effect, so countless arrow feathers that flew out quickly sheach as if venting their dissatisfaction, crushing all the raindrops in the sky and the earth, making the sky above the entire square become a curtain of water like a god!

Contrasting with this terrifying momentum was the roaring sound of these arrow feathers piercing the air, representing the powerful military power of Qingguo and the irresistible killing intent.

In such a dense arrow feather attack, no one could survive, Fan Xian couldn't, even Ye Liuyun at Dadong Mountain back then, what he was facing was only hundreds of crossbow arrows, and in that kind of terrain, the great grandmaster's erratic body was originally their greatest guarantee.

How to kill a great grandmaster? Fan Xian once pondered this question in the past, it must be placed on the plain, ten thousand arrows are gathered together, and then the heavy armored cavalry is used to charge in a row, so as not to give the great grandmaster the possibility of escaping.

Wuzhu, who stood alone in the rain, was very strong, at least those who knew his name, never thought that he was weaker than a great grandmaster. Obviously, the forbidden army collected troops and released arrows, which was extremely suitable for Fan Xian's plan back then -- at this time, the square was wide, and even though it was raining, there was no way to block the line of sight.

In the face of feathered arrows that are denser than the rainstorm, can Wuzhu still stand in the square with incomparably strong zhōngyāng?

Wuzhu's body is not as fast as Ye Liuyun, Wuzhu's shot is not as ruthless as the sword, Wuzhu can't escape from the rain like a bitter lotus, he just raised his head indifferently, and through the moist black cloth, he looked at the black arrow rain that was coming, the strong wind was pressing, and he was shrouded in dozens of zhang around him.

The tip of the arrow pierced the raindrops and came to him.

In today's world, Fan Xian should be the strongest in light body kung fu, with the help of the law book left by Kuhe, he can sweep more than ten zhang on the snow, but it is he, facing this rain of arrows at this moment, there is no way to sweep beyond the range under the rain of arrows like lightning.

So Wuzhu's body didn't move, he didn't try to avoid the rain of arrows that had obviously been gathering momentum for a long time, and it was extremely dense, because no one could dodge it—he just took the iron hammer from the rain around him back, and placed it in front of his chest, like a door, and suddenly closed, locking his figure behind the rain and mist.

The terrifying sound of countless arrows stabbing at the target seemed to sound at the same time. Some of the powerful arrows stabbed the bluestone slab at the foot of Wuzhu, bounced up violently, and couldn't stand the huge force of the arrow body in the air, snapped and snapped, and some of the arrows went directly into the narrow gap between the bluestone slabs, and the arrow feathers buzzed.

In just an instant, countless arrows enveloped Wuzhu's slightly thin body, and after countless heart-palpitating sounds, there was silence up and down the imperial city, and everyone's pupils gradually shrank, shrinking in horror, looking at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

The arrows were like weeds after being urged by the chūn rain, and they were densely planted on the ground and splashed in the air in the square in front of the palace!

And in the middle of the most dense rain of arrows, Wuzhu still stood silently, and at some point, the hat he had been wearing had reached his hand, interspersed with an unknown number of arrows, looking like a black hairball, oozing with a cold light.

And his right hand still held the iron hammer steadily, and under his right hand were countless arrow feathers that he had cut off.

The rain-soaked square was full of arrows, and Wuzhu stood among the broken arrows on the ground, except for where his feet stood, the killing intent after the ground was broken, and he seemed to be the only one left in the world, standing on the clean ground.

The rain suddenly decreased at this moment, and it seemed that God also began to faintly fear this blind man who was still standing stubbornly under the ten thousand feather arrows, and wanted to see this scene more clearly, so the thick rain clouds above the palace were suddenly torn open a gap, and the sun's rays hit down from that gap and shone on Wuzhu's body, indifferently reflecting a clear light for this blind man in cloth.

The light rain and the Mid-Autumn breeze blew, and the soaked clothes on Wuzhu's body shook gently, and with a bang, the hat on his left hand that he didn't know how many feather arrows he had undertook finally died, and it was scattered and broken in his hands, like a fragile lantern.

............ No one knew what was going on, and the Imperial City Forbidden Army didn't understand how such a miraculous scene could have appeared in the world. At the moment when the ten thousand arrows came, Wuzhu actually moved, but he moved so fast that the iron drill in his hand and the high-speed rotating hat, both of which became traces of the rain, no one could see them at all.

Wuzhu's feet are like two stakes, standing deep in the earth, and the iron drill in his right hand, as if it is alive, completely calculates the trajectory of each arrow's flight, and with the strong execution ability of Wuzhu's limbs, it is incredible to cut down every arrow that really pierces his body.

At that moment before, every time Tie Zhu stabbed and slashed the horizontal block, he was strongly confined to the scope of Wuzhu's body, not an inch exceeded, he let those whistling arrows rub his clothes, rubbed his earlobes, and grazed his thighs flew by, but he didn't even look at these arrows.

In front of the soaked cloth shoes, full of feather arrows, Wuzhu did not make a single block, this kind of absolute calculation ability, the confidence that comes with it, and the strong will that it shows, is really not something that can be found in the world.

If it were any great master, I am afraid that it would not be possible to be so calm as Wuzhu had expressed before, because no one in this world except Wuzhu could calculate so many things in such a short period of time, and in the midst of lightning, he could make the most suitable response.

Ten thousand arrows are fired at once, but it is a Qi shè, and it must cover all the ranges that Wuzhu can dodge, so there are not so many arrows that really go towards Wuzhu's body, however...... In this world, apart from Wuzhu, who can make such a judgment so calmly at such a critical moment?

It's not just for Wuzhu, Rao is like this, the iron drill in his hand can't cut off all the dense feather arrows that come to him in an instant, so his left hand also moved, directly took off the hat on the top of his head, and began to rotate quickly in the rain, rolling up countless rain arcs, shaking away countless arrows...... The hat shattered, shattered like a lantern, and scattered on the wet ground with a thud, shaking countless broken arrows.

Wuzhu straightened the five fingers of his left hand with some difficulty, looking at the few feather arrows that had penetrated his arm, and his face, which had no expression, suddenly had an extremely real feeling.

There was some pain, Wuzhu thought in his heart, and then pulled out the feather arrow that penetrated deep into the bone and even penetrated out of his left forearm, and the sound of the arrow rubbing against the flesh and bone of his forearm seemed to cover the sound of the rain at this moment.

There was silence in the imperial city, and the clear light penetrated through the cracks in the sky of Kyoto, shining on Gotake's thin body, and he slowly and seemingly unconsciously pulled out the arrow from his body, then wiped the liquid from the wound, and walked again.

When this step fell, there was the sound of arrows shattering, because Wuzhu was walking on the pile of arrows in front of him, walking towards the palace.

The morale of the forbidden army was extremely low at this moment, even lower than it was when the earth-shattering bang came a year ago. Because although the fear of the unknown is terrifying, it is definitely not as terrible as watching a monster, they don't know who the strong man under the palace who is still standing in the rain of arrows is, but they subconsciously think that the other party must not be a human, just afraid of what kind of monster!

Or...... Immortal?

............ With the strict discipline of the Qing army, even if they were facing a great master who was praised by all the people, perhaps they would not have the slightest pause, but would use a series of torrential rain of arrows to kill the enemies of the Qing Kingdom. However, today they were really terrified, because the strong man not only showed great power, but more importantly, they were shocked by the indifference shown by the strong man.

Therefore, when Wuzhu stepped on the dense, chūnrì long grass-like pile of arrows, and was about to walk to the front of the palace gate, the second wave of arrow rain still did not fall.

The pale Gong Dian looked at the blind man who was getting closer and closer in a daze, and suddenly felt a little bitter in his mouth, the five people were already too close to the imperial city, even if they invaded with arrows again, I was afraid that the effect would not be as good as before, could it be that the mission given to him by His Majesty would really never be completed?

In this life, Emperor Qing is afraid of only two things, one is the black box, and the other is the fifth child who is steadily coming today. In the more than 20 years after the bloody case in the Taiping Palace, His Majesty wanted to remove Wuzhu from this world more than once, however...... In the end, he failed. Just to deal with Wuzhu's revenge, Emperor Xià naturally has his own set of plans.

Fan Xian came back from the temple, and naturally Wuzhu also returned, and Emperor Qing never had the luxury of expecting God to surprise him. He didn't have much preparation for Wuzhu, because there were not many ways to balance Wuzhu in the world, not to mention that there was only one Majesty in Qingguo who was getting old and tired, and that Master Ye Liuyun had already drifted away...... In Emperor Qing's opinion, the only possible way to clear the five bamboos was the wall of the imperial palace, the obstruction of countless forbidden armies, and the fire that spread all over the sky.

Because a few years ago, in the desert behind the Qing Temple, Emperor Qing had seen the messenger of the temple gradually melt into strange things in the fire, and he had also heard those crackling sounds with his own ears - Gong Dian, which was the executor of Emperor Qing's plan to eliminate the five bamboos, for which the forbidden army had prepared rockets and corresponding facilities in these days.

However, it seems that in the autumn of the twelfth year of Qingli, the heavens really abandoned the true destiny it chose in the world. When Gotake came to the outside of the palace because of his inexplicable and deep affection, the sky suddenly fell on the sky, a rare rainstorm in Kyoto in late autumn for a hundred years.

The pouring rain dealt a heavy blow to the preparation of the palace ceremony, and it seemed that it was also intended to cleanse the past of the Nanqing court and give a funeral to a powerful king.

Gong Dian took a deep breath, looked at Wuzhu, who was getting closer and closer, stopped the command of the arrow, and shouted coldly in a hoarse voice: "Prepare the fire oil!"

If you want to shroud the five bamboos under the imperial city in a sea of fire, during the Kyoto rebellion four years ago, Fan Xian was undoubtedly the most powerful through the gunpowder air explosion poison plan set up by the Supervision Yuan. However, as early as four years ago, Fan Xian had already hidden a large amount of gunpowder stored in the Supervision Institute under the small building, and the most important thing was ...... This rain, this damn rain, so Gong Dian can only hope that the fire oil can kill the five major people under the imperial city.

The fire oil was splashed, but it couldn't be splashed on Wuzhu's body at all, Wuzhu seemed to walk slowly and steadily, but it was like an antelope flying on the cliff, and walked in front of the palace gate.

The rain gradually decreased, and the forbidden army on the imperial city finally lit more than a dozen rockets, all of which went down, and the flames touched the fire oil mixed with water under the imperial city, and suddenly burned violently, and the flames were like a torrential rain rising from the ground, and the fire rain suddenly poked out a huge flame, wanting to engulf Wuzhu's lonely figure!

At this moment, Wuzhu flew, more precisely, he walked, completely beyond the imagination of all human beings, the iron hammer in his hand was ready to pierce a gap in the palace about two zhang high, and his body was like an arrow ejected by the bowstring, accelerating rapidly, turning into an indifferent shadow, on the smooth and straight imperial city wall, his feet kept staggering, and he ran towards the city wall!

No one can describe this scene, Wuzhu is on the road, on the walls of the imperial city, running against the rainy sky!

............ When Wuzhu's feet in cloth shoes landed firmly on the head of the imperial city, the palace knew that the general trend had gone, and no one in this world could stop Wuzhu from entering the palace except for the emperor.

A thunderous sound of horses' hooves suddenly sounded from a corner of the square under the autumn rain, the number of cavalry was not much, but it was extraordinarily solemn, the Privy Council was envoy, and now the first person in Qing** Fang, Ye Chongdà Shuai, finally rushed over from the Privy Council.

Ye Chongmian was shocked and iron-blue, and the rain made his gray hair stick to his slightly dark face, looking unusually wolf. He looked at the back of the lonely blind man at the head of the city from a distance, jumped off his horse, and ran wildly in the direction of the imperial city in the rain, but he almost stumbled, and shouted bitterly: "Five people, don't mess around!"

―――――――――――――――――――― "knew that the temple was ruined...... But I thought that since the fifth child was a person in the temple, the temple always had a way to keep him there, who knew that he would really be able to return to the world, why was that?"

"Why is it raining so hard today, this thief?"

"I have the world in my heart and control thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, but now I am forced to drive by a horseman, who can tell me, why is this?"

"How unfair is God, if you give me some more time, no, if I am not injured under that box, why am I afraid that the fifth child will come here?"

"But even if the fifth comes, so what?"

From time to time, he heard urgent reports from outside the palace, but his Majesty the Emperor, who still had a calm face, suddenly had a sneer on the corner of his lips, slowly stood up from the dragon chair, raised his hands steadily, and let the eunuch Yao beside him carefully check the wrinkles on the dragon robe on his body.

There are many kinds of dragon robes, and the dragon robes worn by Emperor Qing today are extremely close-fitting, and they must not have any impact on his later shots. It's just, it's just...... Why did the wrinkles in the corners of the Emperor's eyes look so tired?

Standing in the quiet and empty Tai Chi Hall, Emperor Qing was silent for a long time, his hair was combed extremely neatly, and he was casually tied behind his head with a pale yellow ribbon, which looked particularly chic.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, and there was no longer the faint self-deprecation in his eyes when he asked himself, but only a calm and powerful confidence.

His Majesty the Emperor's calm and indifferent gaze followed the open gate of the Taiji Palace, passed through the square in front of the palace, and looked at the main gate of the imperial city where the sound of fighting gradually rose.

"Did you find Fan Xian?" his eyes drooped slightly, and he gently turned a jade wrench between his fingers, and asked very casually.

"Not yet. Eunuch Yao said respectfully on the side: "Miss Fan disappeared last night. ”

The Emperor closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then said, "It seems that I still underestimate many people, such as Ruoruo. ”

Eunuch Yao didn't dare to answer at this time, but he also felt very strange in his heart, when the palace knew the accurate news of Fan Xian's entry into Beijing, His Majesty invited Miss Fan into the palace for the first time last night, it was obvious that His Majesty had pinched Fan Xian's lifeline, but who knows...... Last night, Miss Fan suddenly disappeared in the palace.

If Miss Fan is a hidden master, then why was she invited into the palace by the inner court, instead of fleeing outside the palace?

............ The tens of thousands of forbidden troops in the imperial city are still using their own flesh and blood and lives to stubbornly block the entry of Wuzhu, and there is blood all the way, but none of the forbidden soldiers take a step back!

"Half an hour to go. His Majesty the Emperor always seemed to be able to accurately grasp the development of things in the world, and he slowly walked out of the Taiji Hall and stood under the corridor, looking at the increasingly thin rain outside the corridor, as if he was thinking.

The eunuchs and maids in the palace retreated far away with nervous faces, and there was only Eunuch Yao by the emperor's side, looking so lonely.

The emperor's brows suddenly furrowed, coughed lightly, took the white silk silk from Eunuch Yao's hand, wiped the corners of his lips, and said indifferently: "If An Zhi doesn't make a move, this matter will be interesting." ”

............ The atmosphere in the palace was extremely tense and strict, without any liveliness and liveliness, and naturally quite boring. At this time, Fan Xian, among the several eunuchs at the end of the corridor of the Taiji Palace, was looking at the middle-aged man in the distance with an unusually heavy and complicated mood, or should it be said now...... Old man.

Just after midnight last year, under the cover of the dark night, Fan Xian came to the palace alone. This time, he didn't try to crawl into the palace like he did after the poetry meeting in front of the palace that year. Because of today's Kyoto, because of the war in full swing in the north, and because of his return, the defense force has been raised to an extremely terrifying level, and it has become an impossible task to enter beyond the wall.

So Fan Xian used the chess piece he buried the deepest in this world, this chess piece is only known to Wang Qinian except him, and Deng Ziyue has only vaguely understood something, that is, Hong Zhu.

Now Hong Zhu has returned to the imperial study, regained favor, with the help of the secret combing guide of this celebrity in the palace, Fan Xian seems to be relaxed, but in fact he sneaked into the palace through the direction of Huanyifang in a very dangerous way.

Fan Xian didn't think about what the consequences would be if Hong Zhu sold himself, his second life had come to this point, what else did he dare not lose?

After sneaking into the palace, Fan Xian knew the news that his sister was once again accepted into the palace, and he immediately understood His Majesty's thoughts, it seems that at this moment of life and death, the man sitting on the dragon chair finally tore off a hypocritical mask, and was ready to directly threaten himself with Ruoruo's life.

This is different from Ruoruo as a hostage at the beginning, because the emperor at that time had enough confidence in himself, so he could still retain the face of the Holy Monarch, and Fan Xian was not worried that he would really threaten his sister's life and death.

And now that the emperor is old, the lingering injuries are not healed at all, but I am afraid that he also smells the smell of death.

Fan Xianmi's eyes narrowed, his head was carefully lowered, behind the palace maids, through the gaps in their clothes, looking at the emperor Lao Tzu at the main entrance of the Taiji Palace, and his mood was a little complicated for a while.

He also knew about the abnormal movement in the imperial city, and guessed the arrival of Uncle Wuzhu, but he couldn't figure it out, Uncle Wuzhu really woke up? But in any case, Fan Xian knew very well the strength of these peerless powerhouses and the strong combat effectiveness of the Qing army, even if Wuzhu broke through the defense of the forbidden army extremely strongly, he was afraid that when he came to the Taiji Palace, he would inevitably be injured.

And in the face of the emperor Lao Tzu, who has been waiting for a long time, what chance does Uncle Wuzhu have of winning?

Fan Xian's eyes narrowed even more, and he looked at the emperor in the distance and coughed lightly twice, and then put the white silk that wiped his mouth into his sleeve.