Three years ago, a fire in Nanjing, most of the entire Imperial Palace Forbidden City was reduced to ashes, and it is still being rebuilt. And today, three years later, a fire broke out in Beiping, burning in the Yanwang Mansion and burning in the entire Beiping City.

The killing in the firelight, the fire caused by the killing, a Shura dojo.

"Have you thought of it?" Dressed in a bright red dress, Ouyang Lanhua's fingers twisted through the green silk, and her eyebrows and eyes were like autumn water.

"I heard that the mother of Tang Buddha built a city outside the pass, and the poor monk was still thinking about who was in charge of the situation in the pass, but he didn't expect it to be the leader of the Oriental Sect. ”

"Isn't that weird?"

"Strange, but not so weird. Dao Yan smiled gently, and the cries in the city were deaf: "Your sect seems to be very obsessed with this Beiping City, once, twice, three times. The poor monk was also a little tired, so he sent it to your teaching. It's just that the poor monk has a question, and he also asks the Eastern Sect Master to tell the truth. ”

"Tell me?"

"The one three years ago, in the end, is it the meaning of the Tang Buddha Mother, or is it the Eastern Sect Master?" Dao Yan was puzzled: "Obviously, the one in Nanjing is dead, and it is clear that the two sides of you and I will work together, and the benefits outweigh the disadvantages." Why did you finally have the decision to burn all the jade?"

"That's it. Ouyang covered his lips and chuckled: "If you are caught, it means that it is useless." However, for the sake of their qualifications, this seat loosened their shackles, but they didn't expect that they didn't rush out of this Beiping City in the end, so it seems that they really shouldn't live. ”

I see, it doesn't seem to be the meaning of the Buddha's mother. But the poor monk really wanted to know, how did the Eastern Sect Master explain to the Buddha's mother in the end after doing such a big thing?"

"Click", the pillar could not withstand the burning of the fire, collapsed, and fell into two sections. Behind him, the palace hall was crumbling, and rubble was falling.

"Who knows? Ouyang yawned boredly, and between his palms, the smile was even worse: "I heard that your martial arts are gone, are you going to die?"

"I'm afraid it's not you who spoils her. Dao Yan sighed and shook his head: "The situation in this world has come to an end, and the last strategy of the poor monk should have been sent to the prince at this moment." The body of the poor monk is also running out of time. The poor monks of the Western Bliss don't think too much, but the Nine Secluded Huangquan Road can be considered. Is the Oriental Sect Master willing to go with the poor monks? I heard that the 800 Li Manzhu Sahua is a great spectacle. ”

"It's funny. Ouyang sneered, pushed horizontally with one palm, and the absolute palm power roared.

Dao Yan clasped his palms together and looked serene: "Nan Wu Amitabha... ”

"Boom!"

At the same time as the palm of his hand shattered the bald head, the thunder exploded in the city one after another, and a pungent smell of gunfire evaporated up...

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"Lord Wang, when you read this letter, the poor monk should have returned to the dust with Beiping City and the White Lotus Sect. It is a pity that he failed to defend Beiping City for the prince. However, once the White Lotus Sect goes, there will be no worries in the rear, which is a benefit. The two beneficial, three years of war, the army is tired. At this time, the city was ruined, and the three armies were forced to mourn alone. With the idea of revenge as the soldier's heart and fighting spirit, it should have a miraculous effect.

The imperial court coerced Geng Bingwen's family in Beijing, and ordered him to lead the troops in front of him and guard the second mansion of Dehuaiqing, which was a very clever strategy. Although the poor monk invited mourning soldiers for the prince, after a long attack, the odds of victory were only three or seven, which was still insufficient. Therefore, the poor monk has the last strategy to offer, the book is in the following, it is very dangerous, and the prince is invited to consider it.

The second son is in the army of the prince, and he should be worry-free. The eldest prince has been entrusted by the poor monk to a proper place, and he will soon arrive in the prince's army. The poor monk knew that the prince did not like the great prince, but the poor monk had a word: if the position is not correct, it can not be repeated. Inheritance is the way to last for a long time.

As far as the words can be said, the poor monk is on the Huangquan Road Baibai head, I hope that the prince will ascend to the Ninth Five-Year Plan, long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

After carefully reading this fateful book three times and three times, Zhu Di retracted it into his arms.

"Where is Zhu Neng!"

A general outside the tent walked into the tent with a helmet and armor: "The last general!"

"Gather the generals and drums, and point the three armies!"

"Order!"

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On the first day of October in the fourth year of Jianwu, it snowed heavily. Yan army general Zhang Yu waved his division of 100,000 to attack Xuzhou City, Defu, three days without stopping, Changxing Marquis Geng Bingwen led the army to garrison, the battle was tragic, the city was broken several times. On the fourth night of the first month, there were Yin soldiers crossing the border and sneaking into the rear camp of the Yan army. The Marquis of Changxing led the troops out, and under the attack on both sides, he broke the Yan army, beheaded countless people, Zhang Yu died in battle, and there was no trace of King Yan. It is a great victory for Xuzhou.

On October 10 of the fourth year of Jianwu, King Yan coerced the generals Zhu Neng and Qiu Fu to lead 30,000 troops, breaking Yangzhou in one day and Sizhou in two days. Chen Xuan, the governor of Jiangfang, surrendered to Yan with a boat division, and the Yan army crossed the river, went down to Zhenjiang, and took Nanjing directly.

On October 13, the fourth year of the founding of the martial arts, the Jinchuan Gate of Nanjing was broken and Nanjing fell.

"Ruyi, I didn't expect that without you, I really didn't keep this country. Zhu Yunwen waved his hand to sweep away the dust on the black cocoon, and patted it gently: "Don't say it, at this time, I didn't expect that your group of subordinates in Dongchang were still helping me, but those civil and military ministers were all lowered, don't you think it's funny?"

Leaning on the black cocoon and slowly sitting on the ground, Zhu Yunwen turned his head and said, "I may have really been wrong back then, I'll give you a gift."

Do you remember those two living gifts you gave me? I have sons, and they are two, if I have a chance to show you. Your martial arts skills are so high, just teach them two hands, and it is estimated that they will be very powerful.

Do you remember the glass bottle that the emperor liked the most? At the beginning, we wondered why the emperor didn't bring it into the mausoleum. Today I found out that there was another mystery in the brocade box that was originally bottled, what do you guess? Can't guess it?" After a pause, Zhu Yunwen took out a letter from his arms: "The emperor's grandfather said in the letter, if I really can't keep this country, the day the city is broken, I will shave my hair and walk through the secret passage of Wuying Palace." Oh, there's another razor, but I threw it away.

It's boring to be an emperor, and it's probably not much better to be a monk. I've missed you a little, and why did you become a big black ball? But I haven't eaten or drunk for three years, and it's estimated that ... Don't worry, I'll go down with you. ”

A jade wrench finger was raised in the air, Zhu Yunwen opened his eyes and squinted, looked at the sun and looked at it, and a tear slipped down his cheek.

Countless figures wielded swords and swords, raised spears and bent bows, and shouted along the wide palace road. There were horses, and there were generals right away, and one of them was wearing a golden helmet and armor, and a beard on his face, which looked familiar.

"Fourth uncle, the world is yours. With a mutter, Zhu Yunwen opened his mouth, and the hand holding the wrench also let go.

"Poof!"

A hand as smooth as jade pierced the cocoon of the silkworm at Zhu Yunwen's ear, and grabbed the wrench finger in his hand.

“？！”

Another hand reached out of the cocoon and tore open an even larger hole. The red-striped man walked out, with a jade-colored glow all over his body, and the bones inside seemed to be clearly visible.

"Could it be him? Isn't he dead?" Zhu Di squinted his eyes and waved his hand.

The soldiers gathered around the front.

"Your Majesty, it's been a long time. ”

"Ruyi, you... You're not a eunuch?" this was the first thing Zhu Yunwen said to him, and it was also the biggest regret in the memories of Emperor Jianwu in the future.

"Originally, yes, but Zhang Zhenren's Earth Immortal Golden Pill worked well. Xu Ruyi smiled slightly, just like in the imperial garden three years ago, and said: "After the slaves and maids have exterminated these rebellious sinners, we will talk to Your Majesty in detail." ”

"Ruyi... ”

"Your Majesty?"

"Be careful. ”

Zhu Di shouted: "Don't hurt Your Majesty!" But at the same time, he glanced at Zhu Neng beside him.

"Shoot the arrows!" Zhu Neng shouted.

Xu Ruyi looked at the sky, and the rain of arrows roared through the sky, obscuring the sky. As far as the eye could see, the knife and gun came closer. Xu Ruyi raised his hands weakly, and the strong wind soared, fixing the hundreds of thousands of arrows in the air, and then pushing, the arrow cluster flew back upside down along the same trajectory as when it came.

Some people raised their guns and stabbed, some slashed with knives, and countless others followed.

Xu Ruyi sighed, and the ten fingers of his hands were like a saucer piercing flowers. Every time I click, there is always a great head that explodes.

Xu Ruyi walked forward, ten steps, and more than 100 lives were gone. Twenty steps, no one stood ten feet in front of him.

"Hell... Ghosts!! "Some people turned around and ran away crying, but more people approached with red eyes: "What about ghosts, kill them!"

"Kill !!!"

There was a thunderclap in the clear sky, and purple light loomed.

"Is the time coming?" Xu Ruyi looked up and said with a smile: "God, wait a little longer?" ”

Raised a finger and swiped it from left to right, only to see a brilliant light, countless stumps and broken bones flew up, and pieces of flesh and blood fell to the ground.

indifferently looked at Zhu Di on the horse and nodded.

"You?!" At this moment, Zhu Di only felt as if he had seen the Yama Palace, and the judge was holding a red pen to write down his name. The next moment, I vaguely heard someone shouting: "Lord Wang!"

Zhu Di's head was also shattered like a watermelon, and the purple thunder light fell above the nine heavens at the same time.

Is this the so-called destruction of heaven and earth, or Zhang Sanfeng's sky-breaking ascension?

Xu Ruyi turned his head and looked at Zhu Yunwen: "Your Majesty, I can't talk about it in detail, so let's talk about it in the next life, right?"

The body turned into countless points of light and disappeared in this fierce thunder light, and then, another jade-colored light rose against the sky in this purple thunder, unstoppable.

"Ruyi... Zhu Yunwen held Cuiyu's wrench finger and got up and shouted, and turned into a murmur: "I, in the name of the Son of Heaven in the world, I wish you good luck." ”

The sky is full of fairy music and singing, like a moment, and like ten thousand years.

(Finale)