Trouble me?!

Zhao Cang was stunned for a moment, and only after a moment did he realize the meaning of Zheng Fa's words.

Feelings, are you asking me to run away with people, and you continue to break in with this main boat alone?!

Do you know what you're up against?!

The night, the deep sea, the fog, the dragon sucking water, just you are a newcomer who has just gone to sea, any one of them is enough to make you die without a burial, not to mention the four dangers superimposed together.

The reason why Zhao Cang hesitated was not that Zhao Cang cared about Xiaobao's life and death.

After all, Zhao Cang from the bottom of his heart, he didn't look down on this eunuch who came out of the palace at all, and even he felt that letting a eunuch be his chief official was simply an insult to his military career.

If it weren't for the emperor's order, he would never have come to be the adjutant of this fleet.

But Zhao Cang also knew in his heart that if he withdrew with someone at this time.

It's okay that nothing happened, but if something happened, this eunuch called Zheng Fa died at sea, and it was the first time he went to sea.

It is inevitable to be an adjutant as an adjutant, and it is indispensable to take the blame.

After all, he still knows one thing, this eunuch called Zheng Fa is the popular fried chicken in front of His Majesty today.

Mo said that he couldn't afford a small third-grade military attaché, even those six Shangshu, and he had to give this Zheng Fa three points of thin noodles.

"General Zhao, I know what you're hesitating about."

"You have 10,000 hearts, this matter is my sole decision, no matter what the result of this decision is, this official can guarantee that as long as you state the facts, Your Majesty will never be angry with you."

This is Xiaobao's trust in His Majesty the Emperor.

After following His Majesty the Emperor for more than ten years, Xiaobao is well versed in His Majesty's temperament, and his merits and punishments are clear, and he will never blame any innocent person, but he will never let go of any guilty person, even if he is a noble, he will not have any mercy.

He, Zheng Fa, is the chief officer of this fleet, so this decision was made by him Zheng Fa, and it has nothing to do with others.

Zhao Cang's brows furrowed tightly, and after a moment of silence, he nodded.

Since he had no way to change Zheng Fa's decision, he could only focus on preserving the fleet.

"I see, I'll take the fleet to safety, Lord Zheng, please be careful."

After speaking, Zhao Cang turned around and left, and at the same time beckoned a few generals to come over and ordered them to go to the ships to convey military orders.

All other vessels, except for the main ship, immediately returned to a safe area at full speed.

A stick of incense time, all the arrangements were passed down.

I saw that the fleet of dozens of large ships, except for the main ship in the middle core, all the other ships began to slow down and began to turn gradually.

Only the main ship at the core continued to rush straight ahead at the fastest speed.

It only took half a cup of tea to completely distance the main ship from the fleet in the rear.

In the rear fleet, on the leading ship, Zhao Cang looked at the main ship that quickly disappeared into the dense fog, and soon disappeared, and his brows furrowed.

"General, is it really okay to let Lord Zheng take risks alone?"

"This kind of foggy weather and signs of changing currents are something that even veterans who have been at sea for decades dare not mess with." ….

The general beside him couldn't help but ask worriedly.

Actually, it's worrying about yourself.

After all, if something happens to the commander of an army, this army may be held accountable from top to bottom.

"Is there a problem, it's too late now."

Zhao Cang sighed, he regretted it a little, he should have directly forcibly tied up Zheng Fan, even if he risked being accused of 'disobeying military orders' afterwards, it was better than letting this popular fried chicken go to death and then be held accountable.

Then he ordered all the ships to make a slow U-turn, move at full speed towards safe water, and make sure to withdraw from the deep sea before the dragon could absorb the water.

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Yu fog, Zhao Cang couldn't figure it out, what was this?

Why did the eunuch rush in, what was he trying to do?

And at the moment.

In the deep fog, a lone ship is sailing forward at breakneck speed.

Xiaobao was still standing on the deck, the wind blowing his robes, and next to him was a young man of his age.

This person is called Yang Qing.

In the original historical trajectory, Yang Qing was Zheng He's deputy to the sea.

Like Xiaobao, this Yang Qing is also the chief eunuch in the palace, and it is precisely because he has won Xiaobao's trust in the palace, so Xiaobao specially asked His Majesty the Emperor for a favor before leaving the palace, so that Yang Qing came out with him.

"Brother Bao, the fog is getting thicker."

Yang Qing said in a condensed voice.

He raised his hand, and he was almost close to the point where he couldn't see his fingers.

When I went out of the palace, I still called 'Brother Bao,' according to the habit in the palace.

"Pass the order, speed it up a little more."

Xiaobao firmly believes that his judgment will never be wrong.

Although Yang Qing didn't know what Xiaobao was looking for, he was Xiaobao's absolute confidant, nodded, and quickly returned to the cabin to give orders.

On top of the main ship, only the sailors and a hundred armor men were left who operated the ship.

Everyone's heart is in their throats.

The dense fog that you can't see your fingers and speed up your voyage is equivalent to rushing forward with your eyes closed.

If you hit the rocks, you will definitely die.

……………………

Yingtian, the Forbidden Fengtian Temple.

The Fengtian Hall at this moment is different from the solemn and solemn in the past.

The banquet in the hall is arranged, and the ministers congratulate each other, and the eyes are all peaceful and festive.

The slender dancer of the teaching workshop swayed in this hall, dancing gracefully, the body was soft, the sound of the pipa instrument lingered in the ears, a graceful heavenly sound, people couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

On the dragon chair on the steps of the palace, Zhu Xiongying was dressed in a red imperial robe and swept over the ministers in the palace.

Among the people who went to the banquet on this trip, there were officials above the fourth grade such as the cabinet and the six ministries, and then the generals who returned from the First World War in the northwest, such as Lan Yu, Zhu Di, Chang Mao and others.

Among them, the happiest are Zhu Zhan, the king of Qing, and Zhu Ao, the king of Su.

Especially Su Wang Zhu Ao, since he became a fief, he has never responded to the sky, and he has been eating sand in the northwest all day long all these years.

In my early years, I was reluctant to eat even a piece of pastry.

This Zhu Ao, who looks like Grandma Liu who has just entered the hospital, looks at everything strangely with a pair of eyes, and eats the delicacies and wine in front of him, which is like a mad dog, and looks stupid at those Wenchen. ….

Those who know know that he is the son of the Supreme Emperor, the younger brother of the Emperor Taishang, and the prince of the dynasty, but those who don't know think that he is a starving ghost who came out of nowhere.

Zhu Xiongying's fingers tapped slightly on the armrest of the dragon chair.

Seeing this, the eunuch on the side instantly understood the meaning of His Majesty the Emperor's speech, stood up straight, and his voice was long.

"Quiet...!"

As the voice of the eunuch sounded in the temple.

The joyful singing and dancing in the hall stopped for a moment, and the ministers and generals also held their smiles on their faces, held their breath, and waited for His Majesty the Emperor to speak.

"Everyone, the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty."

"Today, I drank three glasses."

Zhu Xiongying stood up.

The moment Zhu Xiongying stood up, all the courtiers and generals sitting in the Fengtian Hall stood up in unison.

His Majesty the Emperor is standing, who has the courage to sit?

"First cup."

Zhu Xiongying raised the wine glass in his hand high.

"Respect for the heroic soul of my Ming Dynasty in this battle, immortal!"

The ministers and generals all raised their glasses in unison.

"Immortal!"

Everyone drank this first glass of wine with His Majesty the Emperor.

At the same time, there are palace people

, smashed the nine-person-high wine jar, and let the wine flow in the center of the main hall to comfort the heroic soul of this battle.

"Second cup."

"To the old general."

"In the annals of the Ming Dynasty, the name of Geng Bingwen will live forever."

Zhu Xiongying drank the second glass of wine.

"Forever!"

The same is true of the ministers and generals.

"The third cup, I salute you for your bloody struggle, the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty, all of you have a credit, I remember it in my heart, and I will not forget it."

As Zhu Xiongying's third glass of wine was served, as His Majesty the Emperor spoke, the generals' eyes suddenly lit up one by one.

For them, this sentence is what they want to hear the most.

Tonight, it's just a feast.

Tomorrow morning's court meeting, there will be an official reward.

"Tonight, Zhuqing will drink to your heart's content, and you won't get drunk and go home."

Zhu Xiongying put down his wine glass, then turned around and walked directly into the Fengtian Temple.

With him, His Majesty the Emperor, sitting in the palace, these people couldn't drink and drink to their heart's content.

Moreover, Zhu Xiongying did not have the idea of drinking with these people, he had other things.

"Greetings to Your Majesty!"

When the ministers saw His Majesty the Emperor leave the palace, they knelt down and shouted in unison.

Coming out of the Fengtian Temple, Zhu Xiongying returned to the Star Picking Tower.

Downstairs in the stars, by the pool of Taiye.

There is a figure, already waiting here, it seems that it has been waiting for a while.

The person who came was the black-clothed monk Yao Guangxiao, Dao Yan.

"See Your Majesty."

Dao Yan saluted respectfully.

"Say."

Zhu Xiongying sat down on the Diaoyutai platform, the silver glow and moonlight reflected each other, and everything he saw was peaceful and quiet.

"Your Majesty, among the six thousand prisoners of the Xuantian Prison, there are seventy-seven people who have passed the First Shura Gate."

"Your Majesty, this is the roster."

Dao Yan handed out a roster, and the palace people hurriedly stepped forward to take it, and then respectfully forwarded it to Zhu Xiongying's hands.

Zhu Xiongying flipped through it casually.

This roster is similar to the roster submitted by Dao Yan before, and each name is marked with the life history of this prisoner, as well as what grade this prisoner's spiritual root is, how well he performed in Xuantian Prison, and so on. ….

In addition to this, a time to enter the Shura Gate was added.

Obviously, the prisoners on this list, purely in terms of spiritual root grade, are much worse than the previous one.

However, the perseverance and endurance of these seventy-seven prisoners, as well as their hard work, are absolutely first-class existences.

On the road of cultivation, on the premise that the qualifications are not as good as others, penance is also a strong road.

"And?"

Zhu Xiongying closed the booklet, and the booklet given by Dao Yan was all the prisoners who had passed the first Shura Gate.

What about the second asura?

Of the 6,000 prisoners, didn't any of them pass?

If this is the case, it will really disappoint His Majesty the Emperor.

The trial settings in these two Shura Gates were all set by Zhu Xiongying himself, and Zhu Xiongying knew in his heart the degree of difficulty in passing the second Shura Gate.

The difficulty of the trial of the second Shura Gate is ten times that of the first Shura Gate.

The main test is the heart of the trialist.

A person who can pass through the second assura gate has a firm heart that is rare in the world.

And on the way of cultivation, only those with superior mental qualities can go further.

Talent is just the starting line.

If the mind is uncertain, arrogant, and arrogant, after all, it will be surpassed by others, there are so many geniuses in this world, but there are very few who can really grow up, and most of them die by themselves and die halfway through growth.

"Your Majesty, this is the second roster."

Dao Yan took out another roster and bowed again.

The palace people also stepped forward

, then bowed down and presented it to His Majesty the Emperor.

Zhu Xiongying took the second roster, and after opening it, there was only one name on it.

Two simple words: Chenbei.

And the life content recorded after this name made Zhu Xiongying interested.

[The biography is unknown, his oral account has no father and no mother, he crawled out of the grave at the age of seven and grew up wandering]

'Grave. ，

'Something interesting. ，

Zhu Xiongying looked at 'Chenbei, two words, for a moment.

"Spread my message, tell Dragon Shadow Wei Xiao San, let him bring Tang Yishi Hao and Ye Fan to see me tomorrow at the third hour."

The palace people on the side hurriedly bowed down and said yes, and then turned around and arranged for someone to quickly pass on the message.

"Yao Guangxiao, at the same time, bring this person to see me tomorrow."

Zhu Xiongying put down the booklet and opened his mouth surgingly.

"Yes."

Dao Yan saluted and obeyed, and then retired.

After Dao Yan leaves.

Zhu Xiongying was lying alone on the sofa chair of the Diaoyu Tai, looking in the direction of the star picking platform.

A shadow, beside the railing of this star-picking platform.

'What's this little golden retriever doing at night?' ，

…………………………

Meanwhile.

Distant Western World, Red Moon Holy City, Tianlun City.

In the north of the silent city, there is a hidden corner of the city wall, and I saw a figure wearing a gray witch robe and slightly bent back, walking directly to this corner.

The moment the figure touched the city wall, it disappeared in an instant, as if it had merged into the city wall.

The black temple is like ink on all sides.

In the center of the hall is an amethyst the size of a thumb suspended in mid-air.

The amethyst swirled slightly, and the surrounding void twisted, apparently possessing some kind of spatial power.

And around this amethyst, there are four people, all dressed in witch robes.

"Arya also has an amethyst on her body, which I put on Arya earlier, and the two are each other's spatial keys, and once opened, we will be teleported to within a hundred kilometers of Arya."

"Don't worry, if this is done, as long as I become a bishop, what I promised you before will be fulfilled one by one, and you will all get what you want."

All four of them were dressed in witch robes.

Under the dark purple robes of the dark purple witch robe came a woman's voice.

"Mina, I hope you'll keep your word."

The old man's voice came from under the gray robe opposite the woman.

The other two were silent.

"It's time to go."

Yindian Mina's voice rang out again.

The purple crystal shimmered slightly, and the four of them put their hands on this light one after another.

And then, 'Wow, boom.

The bodies of the four of them spun into the purple crystal.

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