Since the beginning of the Yue Kingdom, set up Kyushu, set the imperial city in the center, its name is Yin, the entire Middle Earth is completely unified, all opposition voices are wiped out under the iron horse, the country is becoming stronger and stronger, the surrounding small countries have surrendered, and pay tribute every year.

But in recent years, there have been frequent disasters in Yueguo, drought and flood in the north and south, no harvest, that is, military salaries, grain and grass have become scarce, and the national teacher Wang Yue has left, although there is still peace on the surface, but in private there is an undercurrent, people are panicking, the attitude of the Tuxia countries is ambiguous, and the north is even more oral rumors that Yue's national spirit is about to be exhausted.

Under such circumstances, although Chongyu knew that the people's livelihood was suffering, he still had to increase the grain tax to stabilize the morale of the army and appease the princes of all parties.

It's hard to build a country, and it's even harder to keep a country.

I don't know how many times, Chongyu stood in front of Minghua Palace, he hadn't seen Fang Jin in all these years, and this door had never been opened.

"Your Majesty, let's go back. Concubine Ming draped her mink fur on Chongyu, although it was early spring, but it was still cold at night, she looked at the closed Minghua Palace with some disgust, she just didn't understand, why Chongyu was so obsessed with letting Fang Jin inherit the throne, and the other princes were so unsightly?

"Let's go. Chongyu's body is a little rickety, and he has been worrying more and more over the years, and his gray temples make this Ninety-Five Venerable look older and older.

Suddenly I heard a squeak.

The door of Minghua Palace opened.

A man in a white shirt with his hair in a bun stepped out slowly, a purple lotus loomed in the center of his eyebrows, holding a whisk in his hand, standing in the wind, this night the purple air over Yinzhou was like a dragon, mighty for three thousand miles.

"Yi An...... Are you out?" Chongyu was in a trance, is this still the naughty son from the beginning?

Fang Jin shook her head with a smile and said, "Poor Dao Yun Yizi, it's not Prince Yi'an." ”

"You really don't want to inherit the throne. Chongyu asked in a deep voice.

"How different are the emperors and the people, a hundred generations of prosperous dynasties, who is not a passerby? Fang Jin whisked a purple light.

Concubine Ming only felt that Zihua flashed in front of her, and then looked at it, where the two people in front of her were still the same, and they became white bones, so frightened that she fell to the ground, and almost fell into the pool on the side, and saw herself reflected in the pool, and only the empty skeleton was left in her beautiful face, and she was suddenly frightened and fainted.

But Chongyu was the emperor in the end, and he was not shocked by the scene in front of him at all, and frowned and said, "The Tuxia kingdoms are ready to move, and the northern Huns don't even take my Yue country in their eyes, Yi'an, do you really want to stand by and watch this great river and mountain fall apart and fall into the flames of war?"

"The way of heaven has its own fixed number, and the poor way is not just trying to stand by and watch, but the mantis arm is used as a car, in vain. Fang Jin sighed.

"Are you saying that my Yue Kingdom should be destroyed?" Chongyu suddenly laughed, he felt ridiculous, in his opinion, the mantis arm was a car, it was those small countries, those who didn't know the so-called Huns, when would it be their turn to get Yue Guo.

"The people of the states are not happy, the princes are unstable, and there are gossips in the court, what does Your Majesty think?" Fang Jin asked.

"Kill. "It's a simple word, this Yue country is beaten down by this word, the jade flag is a killing flag, and it is the blood of hundreds of thousands of iron horsemen who forged today's Kyushu Dynasty.

"Good. Fang Jin didn't refute, stretched out his hand, two white cranes fell in the night sky, and stood in front of the two of them obediently, Fang Jin rode on the crane's back and made a gesture of please.

The two rode the white crane straight into the sky, as far as the eye of Chongyu could see, thousands of homes were brightly lit, Yinzhou was as prosperous as ever, and the rivers and mountains cast by himself were picturesque, no matter who wanted to take it, he would not sit still.

"Your Majesty, if you want to kill, then kill it. With a move of Fang Jin's left hand, the three thousand miles of purple qi turned into a dazzling light ball that could not be seen in his palm, pointing downward, and the endless brilliance fell like an arrow, and the mountains and mountains were destroyed everywhere he went, and the imperial capital and imperial city turned into ruins in an instant.

As the white crane flew higher and higher, the brilliance became more and more dense, and the frequency became faster and faster, gradually spreading to the entire Yinzhou, and even the Kyushu of Yueguo.

Chongyu was furious, and roared with tears in his eyes, "What are you doing?!"

"Kill. Fang Jin said indifferently, without the slightest intention of stopping, not only Kyushu Middle Earth, but even the Tuxia countries were destroyed by this brilliance, and the northern Huns could not escape the disaster, the fertile land became scorched earth, the capital was in ruins, and there was no vitality at all as far as the eye could see.

Chongyu was silent for a long time, he couldn't accept and understand the scene in front of him at all, and the persistence and persistence in his heart appeared an obvious crack at this moment.

"If Your Majesty thinks that killing can solve everything, then Poor Dao will kill Your Majesty, is that good?" Fang Jin's words were indifferent, as if he had just pinched an ant to death.

"Are you Yi'an?" Chongyu asked distractedly.

"I'm Yun Yizi. Fang Jin pointed to the purple lotus in the center of his eyebrows and said with a smile.

"There is no living soul, there is no family and country, and naturally there is no war, Your Majesty can be the emperor alone, and no one will compete with you, and the mountains and rivers will still be picturesque after a hundred years, isn't it beautiful?" Fang Jin glanced back at Chongyu meaningfully, and then one person and one crane flew towards the bright moon.

Chongyu just wanted to open his mouth to stop Fang Jin, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, he couldn't say a word, patted the crane under him, but felt empty, and looked down to see where there was any crane under him, just a piece of dead wood.

The whole person suddenly fell downward, and the fierce wind blew on his body like Ling Chi.

"Ahh

"What's wrong with Your Majesty?" Concubine Ming beside her pushed Chongyu with disgust.

Chongyu turned his head and looked at Concubine Ming, obviously she was still so beautiful, but what lingered in her mind was the appearance of Sensen's white bones, and in a trance, she was not a beauty lying next to her at all, it was clearly a white bone.

"Get out! Get out of here!" Chongyu was extremely angry, and pulled out the sword next to the bed and pointed it at Concubine Ming.

Concubine Ming was so frightened that she didn't dare to raise her head, her face was pale, she didn't even dare to take her clothes, she left naked, she didn't dare to stay for a moment, only Chongyu was left in the huge dormitory, and the hand holding the sword was still trembling involuntarily.

In Minghua Palace, Fang Jin stood in front of the palace, looked at the dazzling morning sun, stretched his waist, and muttered to himself, "Where is Xiaoshu now? Where is Master now?"

In fact, five years ago, Fang Jin of the Shangqing Taoist Book Jiuhua Purple Lotus Sutra had been repaired to the third volume, not only Wang Yue had washed his marrow for him in those years, but also Fang Jin's comprehension was already high, and he was only able to make a backhand at the moment, but so far he has not continued to practice, because Wang Yue only left the first three volumes.

Deep down, Fang Jin not only wanted to wait for Xiao Shu, but was also afraid of the purple thunder in Wang Yue's hand, he was not fully prepared to face the overwhelming thunder tribulation.

Fang Jin stretched out his hand and touched his forehead, when he first practiced, it was just a seed, and now it has grown three lotus leaves, although it looks sparse, but it is actually deeply planted in the depths of the soul, unlike those ordinary martial arts cheats that require hard practice, but it spontaneously pulls the sun essence and moonlight, nourishing the soul and body, if it is not deliberately suppressed, it will be self-formed in less than a year.

If it is said that Sumire six years ago is not invincible in the world, then now, unless Yu Zihan is still in this realm, no one can walk out of his hands, at this time Fang Jin completely understood why Wang Yue did not look down on the martial arts of this realm at all, before the writing of the Qing Dao, the martial arts of this realm was like a child's toddler.

However, vaguely, Fang Jin had an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, the higher his cultivation over the years, the stronger the sense of uneasiness, as if what was in front of him was not an immortal path at all, but an abyss waiting for him to jump into, if the master was there, he might be able to solve the puzzle, but now......

Chongyu stumbled to the front of Minghua Palace, and didn't even go to the early court, but he saw the white crane entering the clouds, and then saw Fang Jin's figure, only the remaining half of the jade pendant fell from the sky, and fell to pieces, all said that it was the most ruthless emperor's family, and it was really ironic and ridiculous to think about it.

Chongyu sat on the jade steps, regardless of the dew on the ground, his heart was tired, half his life was exchanged for the throne, but in the end it was internal and external troubles, he was a family, but he was intrigued to fight for favor and prince, he was a brother, but his heart was deviant, and the huge dynasty, with Wang Yue leaving, Qi Xiang died, as if he was left alone.

What was the purpose of raising troops in the first place?

What kind of prince will Xiangning have?

Chongyu smiled bitterly, but on this day, what he gained was not as much as what he lost, didn't he have too much blood on his hands and suffered karma?

The emperor of the previous dynasty was mediocre, unbridled, the country was declining and the people were resentful, causing war in all directions, even if he didn't stand up, there would be another person who stood up, which dynasty was not Tu million, became the emperor, but after thinking about it, in the end, he was old, no longer full of blood, one person and one knife, and dared to call the Son of Heaven to get off the dragon chair, and he was even more exhausted in recent years.

Chongyu took out a jade bottle, this was something that many emperors could not ask for, Wang Yue allowed his life, poured out a pill, the pale golden pill exuded a strange fragrance, and a breath of this danxiang seemed to make Chongyu's spirit a lot better.

"Haha, it seems that I don't want to, this emperor, I should be enough. ”

Chongyu walked to the edge of the pool, turned the bottle upside down, and the golden pills fell into the water one after another, scattering into pale golden Xuan Qi and dissipating with the wind.

This kind of elixir that can't be asked for has been so ruined, the emperors of the past dynasties have seen it, and they are afraid that it will be difficult to stop scolding Chongyu for being bloody, but in Chongyu's eyes, what is the use of longevity in this life, it is okay to lead the troops to fight by himself, and he didn't realize it at first, but the longer it goes, the more it is like sitting on pins and needles, just like Wang Yue once said, practitioners have their own cultivation suffering, and the emperor is the same.

In October of the sixteenth year of Yueli, Chongyu summoned all the princes to enter Yinzhou, but anyone who disobeyed the order would be killed.

In November of the sixteenth year of Yueli, Chongyu personally met with these brothers who still believed in him and poured wine one by one.

In December of the sixteenth year of the Yue calendar, the head was hung in front of the Tai'an Gate of the Imperial City of Yinzhou, and the blood stained the entire wall red, stained the frost and snow all over the ground, and killed in the name of the chaotic ministers and thieves, and re-established the princes of the eight directions.

The following year, Chongyu abdicated, and Chongyue, who was only twelve years old, ascended the throne, and was originally a student of Prime Minister Zhang Qijing, and now Zhou Yisheng, the prime minister of the left, served as the emperor's teacher.