Chapter 118 Cheng Younian raided his family and exterminated his clan, and the governor of the capital ascended to the throne

The gap between the two not only did not make Zhong Chengshan afraid, but aroused his infinite yearning for the realm of manifestation. Since ancient times, there is no first, there is no second, as a martial artist, the realm of manifestation can be said to be his life's pursuit.

The internal force of Zhong Chengshan's whole body was frantically mobilized, and his momentum climbed to the peak again, and his whole body made a crisp clicking sound, and his fighting spirit was awe-inspiring.

Bang, there was a bang, the bluestone under his feet had been trampled to pieces, and Zhong Chengshan's body shot out, this time, Zhong Chengshan had no reservations. The brilliance on the judge's pen flowed, and the pen was one, like a meteor, and it crashed into Wang Zheng's chest.

Wang Zheng let out a clear roar, and the slashing knife was raised again, and the wide and heavy blade made a shocking sound, and with one move, he slashed Huashan and slashed at Zhong Chengshan. One force will drop ten, there is no need to work, to his realm, any opportunistic moves are meaningless, the realm of martial saints, the internal force has become substantial, their use of internal force has reached the extreme, there will be no waste. A simple move, calm and heavy, like a mountain pressing on the top, under the powerful momentum, the air around Wang Zheng became solemn.

Boom, the double pen and the slashing knife intersected, and a piercing scream resounded through the hall, making people's hearts sway, and between the two, the energy collided, and the sand and stones flew across the sky.

This time, Zhong Chengshan broke out with all his strength and refused to retreat half a step. The internal force in his body surged like a huge wave to the double pen in his hand, holding Wang Zheng's slashing knife to the death. The furious energy swept all around, making a roaring sound.

"Drink!" Zhong Chengshan roared, his body bowed into a full moon, his feet kicked hard, and finally took a step forward, which surprised Wang Zheng slightly. However, it was just an accident, before Zhong Chengshan failed to break the mirror and manifest himself, it was difficult to pose a threat to a martial saint unless he attacked secretly.

Wang Zheng's qi flowed, the slashing knife stabilized again, and the internal force began to slowly inject into the knife: "Retreat!"

Chopping the saber stabbed forward suddenly, an indescribable power came from the knife, Zhong Chengshan snorted, his leg bent is bent, and then his body shook violently, and his body couldn't help but retreat, he gritted his teeth and insisted, frantically urging the internal force. But that power is like a mountain, and it is impossible to shake it. His feet dragged two scratches on the ground, and he was slowly forced back by the knife in Wang Zheng's hand.

"Retreat!" Wang Zheng yelled again, his right arm popped out like a spring, and a burst of gas exploded, Zhong Chengshan couldn't hold on, his body flew backwards like a cannonball, and in mid-air, a mouthful of blood arrows spewed out.

Zhong Chengshan's face changed, and he felt a violent internal force attacking his body along the double brush, and he hurriedly dispatched the internal force to resist. Although he spit out a mouthful of blood just now, his injuries were not serious, but the internal breath in his body was disturbed. Still in mid-air, he began to adjust his breath with all his might.

Life and death battles, the battlefield is ruthless, Wang Zheng naturally will not give the other party a chance to breathe, at the moment when Zhong Chengshan is knocked away, his body moves, like a wild goose flying up, and the internal force on the slashing knife is like substance, determined Ling Ran.

In front of Zhong Chengshan's double pen stand, he hurriedly made the jack fall to the ground to block. His breath had just been adjusted, the white shadow flashed, and Wang Zheng, who was dressed in sackcloth, had already arrived, the blade was whistling, and the head was a knife, which was extremely fierce, and the strong wind rolled up by the blade was as sharp as a blade, and it hurt in the face.

The blades intersected, and the huge force struck again, Zhong Chengshan couldn't resist it, so he could only take another step back.

"Kill!" A roar, Wang Zheng had no reservations at the moment, the knife momentum stretched, like a torrential rain, a strong wind roaring, and the power was unparalleled. The blade swung wildly, and in the blink of an eye it was one

Slice of knife shadows.

Zhong Chengshan's pressure doubled, only to feel a white light in front of him, difficult to distinguish, the other party's sword wind was so fierce, an irresistible force rushed to his face.

"Ah~~~" Zhong Chengshan was crazy, waving his arms with all his might, and the "jingle bell" The exchange of judges' pens and swords resounded, but anyone with a discerning eye could see at a glance that Zhong Chengshan had fully fallen into the disadvantage, and at this moment he was simply being pressed and beaten by Wang Zheng again.

Wang Zheng's figure was like a ghost at the moment, leaving a string of afterimages, and each blow contained huge strength. Although Zhong Chengshan tried his best to resist, every collision brought him huge pressure, and his internal force began to be consumed sharply.

In the blink of an eye, there were dozens of moves, and Zhong Chengshan was already sweating like rain.

This is the other, Wang Zheng's momentum is getting stronger and stronger, and Zhong Chengshan's fighting spirit is being worn out little by little.

A deep sense of powerlessness rose in his heart: Martial Saint, it was so powerful!

Bite~

With a long and crisp resonance of gold and iron, a red streamer flew high, spinning and inserting on the bluestone in the distance, and the tail of the judge's pen trembled slightly.

In the middle of the battlefield, a trace of Yin Hong's blood slowly flowed down the blade of the slashing sword.

Wang Zheng raised his hand, and the blade of the slashing knife gently pulled away from Zhong Chengshan's chest, allowing his body to fall with a bang.

Almost at the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, Yuwen Junxun's spear was like a fierce dragon, stabbing Qiu Wu's throat fiercely.

The deaths of Zhong Chengshan and Qiu Wu represent the beginning of the collapse of Cheng Younian's party.

Without the leadership of the two of them, the remnants of the Zhaowu Battalion had no fighting will. Under the joint strangulation of Xiaoyiwei and Yuwenjun, the cronies of the Cheng Party who were still resisting were killed one after another, and the remaining soldiers of the Zhaowu Battalion were leaderless, and they could only abandon their weapons and surrender under the coercion of death.

In the main hall, the armor of the Zhaowu battalion abandoned the ground, and the soldiers knelt down under pressure. The soldiers of the cavalry battalion were responsible for surrounding them and guarding them.

After that, it was Cheng Younian's party minister of civil and military affairs. Cheng Younian is dead, they have no reason to resist, at this moment, people are swordsmen and I am fish and meat, and they can only kneel and surrender.

As for the thousands of soldiers and horses outside the main hall, their leaders have all fallen into the hands of Yuwen Junxun, so naturally they can't make any waves.

Yuwen Junxun gave an order, and all the generals ordered their soldiers and horses to change their flags, and at the same time, Yuwen Junxun's several armies marched together, and Yang Yunxiu's Xiaoyi guards surrounded the military camps of Zhaowu Battalion.

After dealing with the affairs in the palace, Yuwen Junxun immediately ordered that all battalions and guards in Beijing should return the official treasury they occupied, return to their respective stations, and at the same time send people to clean up the battlefield after the war in Beijing, collect the corpses of the fallen soldiers, appease the people, and stabilize the capital.

Half an hour later, messengers from all walks of life returned one after another to report on the situation in Beijing.

All the soldiers and horses have returned to the camp and set up, and the various prefectures and offices of the capital division have also resumed their functions one after another, and the night yin city has finally quieted down.

Until this moment, the battle for the position between Cheng Younian and Yuwen Junxun was settled.

In the main hall, the soldiers of the Zhaowu Battalion have been escorted out, the masonry and rubble in the Chaoyang Hall and the corpses of both sides have also been cleaned up, and the wounded generals and soldiers have also been properly placed after treatment. At this moment, in the Chaoyang Palace, except for the large hole that has not yet been repaired and a few broken bluestones, it has returned to its former appearance.

The civil and military ministers led by Yuwen Junxun and Chu Hongyu once again lined up in two shifts, shouting long live to Li Yushan, and carrying out the early dynasty that had not yet ended.

of the Dragon Chair

, Li Yugao sat on it, with mixed feelings.

Today, Li Yu is not lightly frightened, swords and soldiers, life and death, ordinary scenes that only appear in his poems, and the scenes described by him with gorgeous rhetoric all appear in reality. In his poems, he sang about the magnificence of the war and the blood of the warriors, but in the face of these, he did not feel the slightest magnificence, nor could he think of a trace of blood boiling.

Blood is everywhere, life is easily gone, power, **, conspiracy, subterfuge, all the dark things appear in turn.

For the first time, Li Yu felt how terrifying and dangerous it was to be an emperor.

Looking at the civil and military officials who bowed their heads and shouted long live, Li Yu's heart suddenly gave birth to a trace of fear.

These people, with noble status and authority, wear luxurious clothes, ride beautiful chariots and horses, enjoy a rich life, and all of them seem to be moral gentlemen and loyal generals, but when they are stripped of their outer skins, which one of them regards himself as the lord of a country and the king of all peoples? Their hearts are full of personal selfish interests. The government and the opposition are full of such people, can the foundation of my Nanqi Li family really last for eternity?

Li Yu smiled silently and bitterly.

In his ears, he listened to the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military criticism of Cheng Younian. Many of them were obviously still charging into battle for Cheng Younian just now, singing praises of virtue, but at this moment, they had a righteous and awe-inspiring look, righteously and sternly listing Cheng Younian's heinous crimes.

This is really shameless and shameless!

"Your Majesty, the crimes committed by Cheng Younian are too numerous to write, please tell the world about his crimes, confiscate the family property, and exterminate the nine clans!"

"The minister seconded the proposal!"

"The ministers seconded it!"

......

The voices of the ministers woke Li Yu up, looking at the appearance of the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty in unison, Li Yu was disdainful in his heart, but Li Yu knew that now, he could only echo them.

Li Yu sat down precariously, raised his hand and said, "Quasi-play!"

The decree was soon issued, Cheng Younian's crime was announced to the world, and then Cheng's mansion was copied, and Cheng Younian's entire family was arrested and imprisoned, waiting to be released.

Cheng Younian, the general of Guoyi, who was once in a good place, leaned towards the government and the opposition, finally fell into the situation of raiding his family and exterminating the clan, and he could never recover.

Immediately afterwards, among the courtiers, Zhou Yinbin, the right attendant of the household department, stood up.

Li Yuxin said: "It's here!"

Zhou Yinbin bowed down and said: "Today, the traitor Cheng Younian led the army to knock on the palace and raised troops to rebel, which is a great crime! It is even more to imprison the Shuai Mansion, bully the king, obstruct the Holy Hearing, and conceal the news of the funeral of the national pillar, and the crime is unforgivable! Fortunately, Lai Tong Yao Du Governor Yuwen, loyal and upright, loyal to the country, personally committed dangers, commanded the righteous teachers in Beijing, eliminated the demon guard, set things right, killed the traitor Cheng Younian in one fell swoop, and saved my Southern Qi from fire and water, so that the orthodoxy would not decline, and the country would not be protected. Nowadays, the national pillar has died of illness, the handsome position is vacant, the Beijing division is in turmoil, the domestic army is unstable, and all kinds of troubles are waiting to be leveled. Please Your Majesty, promote Lord Yuwen to be the generalissimo of the Southern Qi Soldiers and Horses, reorganize the army, pacify the world, calm the internal troubles of the Southern Qi, protect the foreign enemies of the Southern Qi, protect the country, and support the royal family!"

"The ministers seconded the proposal!" the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty all leaned over to petition, and the sound shook the roof.

Li Yu was frightened by this mountain and tsunami, and his mouth was extremely bitter, and he gently spit out two words after a while: "Quasi-play!"