After the explosion, the flames filled the sky, and the billowing smoke poured into the sky, even if Lu Hanjiang was holding a clairvoyant mirror, in this case, it was difficult to see the situation at the scene clearly.

So he had no choice but to put away his tools, and when he turned around, he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly asked, "By the way, is Lord Wu okay?" ”

The Jinyi guards under his command glanced at each other and hurriedly said, "According to the plan, Lord Wu should have withdrawn from the explosion range in advance, so ...... It should be fine, right? ”

In the end, the expression of the brocade guard was also sneering, and it was the first time he had seen the power of artillery, so his tone was naturally not so sure, but Wu Qiming knew the plan in advance and withdrew in advance, so he should not be involved.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while, but fortunately, a burst of horses' hooves neighed in time to ease the scene, Wu Qiming turned over and dismounted, sorted out the slightly messy image, and stepped forward to salute: "I have seen the commander." ”

"Lord Wu, please get up, it's hard work," Lu Hanjiang helped him up, and then immediately asked: "According to Lord Wu, that Youyun Dharma King is under the artillery, but there is still a possibility of survival?" ”

Wu Qiming pondered for a moment and said: "The Shenwei cannon is extraordinary, if an ordinary master is caught off guard by a blow, Jiuquan will definitely die, as for the Youyun Law King, ......"

Wu Qiming said this cautiously, which means that he is not sure.

Lu Hanjiang nodded knowingly, then patted the shoulder of the Jinyi guard beside him, and said to him, "One more shot." ”

The brocade guard raised his head in shock, and then said embarrassedly, "My lord, it's gone." ”

"Huh?" Lu Hanjiang was stunned.

The brocade guard lowered his head and explained, "My lord, we only brought two rounds of ammunition this time......

Lu Hanjiang's eyes widened: "I have been grinding for a long time with that group of old things in the military department, just let us listen to it, right, this group of old people is so perfunctory to command?" Wait, aren't the military departments under our control, how dare they-"

If the mouth of the Lu Han River hangs over the river here, the complaints are constant, and the Jinyi guards below have to listen hard, if they follow the rules of the imperial court, of course the Jinyi guards can't manage the military department, but the imperial horse supervisor can.

As early as the era when Meng Yuan was in power, the West Factory became the echo worm of the Jinyi Guard, after Lu Hanjiang came to power, he directly cut down the Admiral Zou Ji, and even the West Factory was copied, not only killed people, but also robbed the seal, this time the West Factory was really in name only, and even the echo worm could not take the turn, and directly became a puppet.

In this case, the military department dared to deal with it so perfunctorily, which really made Lu Hanjiang very unhappy, and he made up his mind to find out the bad luck of this group of old men after returning to Beijing.

However, in fact, this was completely a misunderstanding by Lu Hanjiang, where did the military department dare to refuse Jinyiwei's request, but it was obviously too outrageous to play with such a thing as artillery.

The military department is already taking care of Jinyiwei's face, and even if there is no such consideration, let alone artillery, Lu Hanjiang may not even borrow a musket.

In the eyes of the court lords, the knights of the rivers and lakes are all reckless men in the mountains, and the dispatch of the Jinyi guard to deal with it is already a knife to kill chickens, if you use artillery again, this is simply a waste of national funds, and it is not as good as the old emperor's monastery palace, at least you can see a shadow.

What Lu Hanjiang didn't know was that because of this incident, the military department had been hammered into a broken drum in the court, and even the Shangshu and the squire with the military department were all sick at this time.

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"Grandpa...... Grandfather......! ”

In a trance, the Cloud King seemed to hear his granddaughter calling to him, and he was lying on the ground weakly, his whole body was flesh and blood, and the fire and black smoke were intertwined in front of him, slowly blurring his vision.

There is a saying that before people die, the past comes to mind.

In front of the eyes of the Cloud King, the figure of his wife flashed, followed by his sons and daughters, his friends...... The figures walked in front of them in turn, and the scene was like a marquee, and finally fixed on a face full of tears, which was his only remaining granddaughter.

Slowly, the Youyun Dharma King came back to his senses, he looked at his granddaughter who was crying silently beside him, raised his only remaining arm, and stroked the other party's face: "Qin'er......"

"Grandpa!" The little demon girl held the hand tightly and refused to let go, as if only this could prevent her only relative from leaving.

Looking at the granddaughter in front of him, King Youyun's heart was full of reluctance and love, and when he thought that he would never be able to accompany each other in the future, the pain of life and death came to his heart, and the realm of Zhaoying Gong, which had been silent for many years, suddenly loosened a little.

At that moment, the Youyun Dharma King seemed to have an understanding, although he was seriously injured and difficult to get up, the true qi in his body was running along the meridians on his own, and the shadow skill that had been stuck in the ninth level for many years was slowly advancing towards the Ten Great Consummations.

When the Youyun Dharma King noticed this, he couldn't help but laugh miserably, it seemed that Wu Qiming's guess was right, he opened his mouth, and a painful wail came out of his hoarse throat.

"Grandpa! Grandfather! What happened to you! The little demon girl looked at the weeping Youyun Dharma King, and panicked.

Tears streamed down his face, and his ears seemed to echo the Prophecy of the Loose Sect's death.

Vaguely, he remembered that there was a time when he asked those god-chattering disciples of the Loose Sect why they asked for immortality, and he remembered that the man's answer was that he was afraid of death.

Thinking back to myself at that time, it seems that I sneered at such a statement, but now, when I am struggling on the edge of life and death, when I think of this sentence again, all I have in my heart is self-deprecation for my youth.

"Qin'er...... I'm sorry...... Grandpa can't grow up with you. ”

The Cloud King whimpered and said these words, closed his eyes deeply, tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, and his blood-stained hand slipped down the cheeks of the little demon girl, and stopped on the slender neck of the other party—

In the next moment, the Cloud Dharma King used the Northern Spiritual Skill with all his might, and sucked all the internal force on the little demon girl's body.

"Uh——!" The little demon girl was caught off guard, her locked throat couldn't even make a voice calling for help, the grief on her face gradually turned into horror, and her two little hands desperately struggled to remove the iron claw's palm, but they were already powerless.

With the little demon girl's face quickly falling into paleness and weakness, the breath of the Youyun Dharma King, which was originally like a gossamer, became powerful again.

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He slowly opened his eyes and stared at the pain on the little demon girl's face, the begging for mercy in the other party's eyes was like a needle, piercing deep into his heart, and the despair, almost like a fire, burned the family affection he cherished the most into ashes.

The little demon girl's desolate tears fell, hitting the face of the Cloud Venerable King and turning into tears of despair, and he swallowed this pain and turned it into a catalyst for the power of the shadow work.

Like a green tree that had dried up in the desert for many years, the shadow skill of the Cloud Dharma King greedily absorbed this desperate sorrow, and the little demon girl's aura gradually declined, and in its place, he seemed to be nourished, and the true qi in his body became crazy and restless.

King Youyun has never denied his love for Qu Lianqin, and at this moment, his granddaughter, who has been regarded as the pearl of his palm for many years, has died in front of his eyes, and the person who did it is still himself, this is not that he wants to admit his hypocrisy, on the contrary, he thinks that this is also part of love.

The treasure cherished in his heart is turned into his own nourishment little by little, Qu Lianqin's despair at the moment is the best seasoning for this love, and it is precisely because he loves this granddaughter so much that the pain of this feedback can promote the progress of photographic skills.

His Holiness was so hot that he couldn't breathe, as if his eyes were dyed red, but there was excitement and anticipation in his chest, twisted, ugly, and filthy as a mire full of garbage, but this was his love for his granddaughter.

He had no doubts about it.

After taking away the internal force, he took his granddaughter's life with his own hands, and under the body of the flesh and blood mold lake, a mass of black gas condensed and rolled, like a big wave, slowly lifting him up.

Streams of black qi attached to his broken legs, causing the Cloud King to stand up again, grinning on his back to the sky, his throat full of smoke and fire like a blocked pipe, and he could only make a dry and muffled sound.

But the Cloud King still laughed, for the first time he felt that life was so beautiful, and after laughing, he immediately activated his internal force and swept away into the distance without looking back.