Nightwatcher

Dead, finally dead.

Xu Qi'an let out a mouthful of turbid air slowly. After being highly tensed, it brought about extreme fatigue. This kind of exhaustion came from both body and mind.

The continuous battles made him in a very bad state, especially in the part of riding a dragon and fighting. At first glance, he was extremely ferocious, and he simply killed Joan by force.

In fact, it is an injury for an injury, killing one thousand enemies and self-defeating eight hundred. .

Joan of Arc's counterattack and the backlash brought by Yu Sui caused Xu Qi'an to suffer great trauma.

But it's all worth it, it's all worth it.

Xu Qi'an stood on the back of the spirit dragon, looked at the vast land, and let out a breath slowly.

Completely exhale the depression that has been squeezed in my heart during this period of time.

After a moment of silence, he tore off a strip of cloth, tied up his loose long hair, tidied up his ragged clothes, and bowed to the northeast.

Wei Gong, go all the way.

Duke Wei, you will also rule the roost in the next life!

Dead, the father died. The prince stood on the top of the city, staring at the distant sky bewilderedly.

Scenes of the past flashed through his mind, the majestic father sitting high on the dragon chair, the majestic father scolding loudly, the majestic father wearing Taoist robes, the serious father controlling the court, such a man who holds power for nearly four years The ten-year-old father died at the hands of an ordinary man, and the prince shed tears of excitement.

Wang Shoufu was also watching. The old man's face and eyes were extremely complicated, happy, sad, emotional, and sad.

He stared blankly and didn't move for a long time, probably remembering his career that ended with the death of the emperor.

The ministers looked complicated, unable to speak for a while, immersed in the scene of the emperor's end.

Xu Qi'an, regicide!

In the 600 years since the founding of Dafeng, except for Emperor Wuzong who was on the side of the Qing Dynasty, the emperors of Qing Dafeng along with the faint emperor have never been punished by anyone.

Yuan Jing, or Joan of Arc, was the first emperor in the history of Dafeng to be shot to death in the capital by a man.

Today's incident will inevitably leave a strong mark in the history books. Even if thousands of years have passed, when future generations comment on this period of history, they will surely relish it.

From the sixteenth year of Yuanjing to the thirty-seventh year of Yuanjing, there will inevitably be the sacrifice of Wei Yuan and the destruction of 80,000 soldiers. In the history of Dafeng, the emperor who was obsessed with Taoism was finally beheaded in the capital by his husband Xu Qi'an.

When the princes were filled with emotion, they suddenly heard a burst of mourning.

Following the sound, I saw Zhang Xingying, the censor, holding on to the wall, crying with tears.

The former members of the Wei Party had tears in their eyes. They either lowered their heads to wipe them, or held their heads up to keep the tears from streaming down.

A moment later, including Zhang Xingying, who lost his composure and cried bitterly, these powerful members of the Wei Party made a bold move in front of all parties.

They straightened their clothes, bowed to the northeast, then turned around, and bowed to the person in the sky, not getting up for a long time.

At this moment, on the other side of the imperial city, Huaiqing stood facing the wind, his plain dress fluttering.

The wind lifted her hair and caressed her beautiful face. The eldest daughter of the emperor lightly released her tightly clenched fists, and breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of her heart.

He has never let her down, brave, domineering, wise, and omnipotent. In this battle, although there are twists and turns, although there are worries, such as when the Zhen Guojian was flying into the air.

But Huai Qing still didn't think Xu Qi'an would lose, because he had never lost before.

This is a strange man, even she has to admire and respect him.

Huaiqing brushed up her dancing hair and hung it behind her ears, unlike the prince who was moved to tears, her heart was excited and sighed, but also heavy.

The fall of Emperor Zhende was only the beginning, and the aftermath that followed was the most important thing.

This is mainly divided into two aspects: First, the account of the entire Central Plains.

These include the common people of various states, the government of various places, the army of various places, and people from all corners of the country.

As for the people, the core thing to consider is the word "people's hearts". Whether to be honest or concealed will lead to a situation where people's hearts will be lost.

The same is true for the army. In a sense, stabilizing the morale of the army is more important than stabilizing the morale of the people, especially the soldiers in the northern border and the three northeast states.

This group of people is the most likely to mutiny.

If Xu Qi'an was defeated in this battle, the more than 10,000 soldiers in Yuyang Pass would definitely rebel.

Governments in various places need to be appeased, and they should not be allowed to feel anxious about this matter. Only in this way can they help stabilize the hearts of the people and prevent Jianghu organizations from taking the opportunity to cause chaos.

The second aspect, Xinjun.

For the current capital, the most important thing now is the new king's enthronement.

The ascension of the new king is the premise of everything. Only when the new king ascends the throne can all parties be stabilized. If there is no leader among the dragons, and what Emperor Zhende did, the Central Plains will be in chaos.

"Prince, you've finally made it through."

Huaiqing looked at the wall of the Meridian Gate, at the small crowd of people, she had a strange smile, half mocking and disdainful.

"The dog emperor is finally dead!!"

Li Miaozhen clenched her fists, excited and excited, wishing to express her inner joy with a long howl.

But at the same time, she was a little sad. The dog emperor died, and her youth was over.

The holy girl of Tianzong went down the mountain in a pink way and wandered the rivers and lakes. In the past two years, her mantra was:

Sooner or later, the dog emperor will be stabbed to death.

Now two years passed by in a hurry, and the dog emperor died, and she suddenly felt a kind of melancholy, as if a certain journey of life had come to an end.

Chu Yuanzhen didn't speak, he had already burst into tears.

After ten years of scholarly business spirit, the depression in my chest has finally been calmed down now.

Hengyuan clasped his hands together, bowed his head slightly, and remained silent, as if he was recalling the junior he had brought up.

"My father will be very happy knowing that Emperor Dafeng was killed, and he will think about fighting."

Lina said: "He likes fighting very much. He said that the women in Dafeng are the best, the clothes are the best, the house is the best, and everything is the best. Everything must be taken."

Lina's father is a spiritualist, but there is something wrong with the way of being spiritual.

I admire Dafeng culture very much, and I admire Dafeng everything, so I want to grab everything.

"Waste, waste, waste!"

The Daoist chief who stepped on the black lotus roared hoarsely:

"Joan is a waste. She has practiced for forty years, and all her cultivation was on cats. She was beheaded by a kid who had practiced martial arts for less than a year."

He was a little distraught.

Emperor Zhende entrusted him to take action to contain Luo Yuheng, and the reward was to help him deal with Jinlian after the matter was completed.

Hei Lian has been longing for the integrity of her primordial spirit for many years. He lost to Luo Yuheng today because of his strength. Everyone is almost at the peak of the tribulation period, and no one is weaker than the other.

But his primordial spirit is incomplete, and the most powerful means of Taoism is the primordial spirit domain.

He is being severely injured by Luo Yuheng right now, if Joan of Arc wins, it's all worth it.

As a result, stealing chickens is not enough to lose money.

The in situ explosion of Daoist Qi.

Luo Yuheng, with breasts straight, waist slender, and handsome appearance, shook his sword flower, and said, "I've only practiced Taoism for thirty-four years, uncle~"

Hei Lian's expression froze, Luo Yuheng was a generation younger than him, but the current situation is that he was being suppressed and beaten by Luo Yuheng.

As soon as he finished scolding Emperor Joan of Arc's cultivation cat, Luo Yuheng turned around and slapped him.

The next moment, like an enraged lion, he roared:

"You are less proud, you are less proud, your breath is boiling now, like a surging sea tide, and the karmic fire deposited underneath will explode immediately. Let me see how you can escape this calamity."

Luo Yuheng lived in seclusion in the capital for many years, and never fought with others. At most, he manipulated the avatar instead of the main body to show up.

This is because she needs to rely on her cultivation to suppress the fire of karma.

Now that she is going all out to attack, the karmic fire that was firmly suppressed in the past will surely come back.

After Hei Lian finished cursing, she suddenly froze for a moment. He saw Luo Yuheng smile brightly.

She turned her head slightly and glanced in the direction of the capital.

That guy is now at the third rank, and he beheaded Joan of Arc again, no matter his cultivation or spirit, he is enough to match her.

Observatory.

Salun Agu stood on the edge of the gossip table, squinting his eyes, looking at the proud figure standing in the sky, he took a breath, and said:

"It turns out that half of Dafeng's luck is on him. Is this your plan?"

The supervisor stood with his hands behind his back, shoulder to shoulder with him, and said lightly:

"That's right.

"Joan of Arc thinks that she is lucky, and I will not touch him, and I can't touch him. It is true. For warlocks, regicide is the foundation of self-destruction. The higher the level, the greater the backlash.

"It doesn't matter if you are a faint king or a tyrant, as long as you sit on the dragon chair for a day, you will be the king of a country. For other high-level practitioners, the luck of the emperor in the world is added to the body, and the karma of killing the king is not a last resort. , no one wants to compete with him.

"Joan is full of confidence, thinking that everything is under control, but he forgot that practitioners above the third rank are unwilling to compete with him, but I can cultivate a person who is willing to compete with him.

"A pawn who crosses the river has no way to retreat, but he can kill the king. He finally comprehended this "meaning", and it is not in vain to waste my many gifts."

Sarun Agu narrowed his eyes and said, "So, Wei Yuan's death is also in your plan?"

The prisoner stretched out his hand, grabbed into the void, grabbed out the wine glass, took a sip of the wine, and said leisurely:

"Wei Yuan wanted to die on his own, so it has nothing to do with me. I just calculated to this point, and then made arrangements in advance according to what will happen in the future."

Sarun Agu let out a sigh of relief: "Does Wei Yuan know?"

The prisoner nodded and smiled:

"He analyzed it. Otherwise, why did he leave the blood pill? He was able to seal the witch god without worrying about it because he expected that Joan would die."

As he said that, the supervisor looked into the distance, and sighed, "He even made it to that point. I really didn't think of that."

Sarun Agu frowned, he didn't understand the meaning of Jian Zheng's words.

The supervisor smiled and said: "Don't think about it, the secret of heaven has been blocked, and it has nothing to do with you. You, a great wizard, can't predict anything."

With the fall of Emperor Jeanne, the contest between the two first-rank masters slowed down. Jian Zheng didn't take the opportunity to beat the dog in the water. Although this was his home field, he wanted to kill a great wizard who had lived for thousands of years.

The price will be that the land of the capital will be turned into wasteland.

There is no need for that.

Sarun Agu frowned, and pondered: "Did you shield him from the secrets?"

He was referring to Xu Qi'an.

The supervisor asked back: "Why do you ask that?"

Salun Agu said calmly: "Before coming to the capital, I made a divination, and Joan of Arc's divination seemed to be juxtaposed of good and bad, which meant that he would face life and death. But I also made a divination for Xu Qi'an, you guess the divination How is the elephant?"

The supervisor is silent.

Saren Agu showed a strange smile: "It's a bad omen!"

Yunlu Academy.

With the help of the academy students, Second Uncle Xu carried the heavy salutes onto the carriage one by one.

There are antique calligraphy and paintings, bedding and clothes, and daily necessities, all of which are numerous.

The Xu family plans to move to Jianzhou to settle down, away from the capital, which is a place of right and wrong.

After waking up this morning, the family lost their smiles and felt heavy. For the second uncle and aunt, the only comfort is that Xu Erlang will also go to Jianzhou.

That's fine, the family doesn't have to be separated.

As for Dalang, the couple deliberately did not mention it.

Zhang Shen, Xu Erlang's mentor, is in charge of sending Xu's family to Jianzhou.

It's a long way to Jianzhou, and the Xu family's female family members are as beautiful as flowers. Although Xu Pingzhi is a seventh-rank martial artist, he is also a good master in the Jianghu.

But if he encounters organized and large-scale gangsters, Xu Pingzhi may not be able to protect his wife and daughter in time with his hands and feet.

After all, Wu Fu is vulgar, not fancy enough, and has a strong ability to kill people, so he can't protect people.

A carriage, two flatbeds, and two horses are ready.

Second Uncle Xu sat on the horseback, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for seeing me off, sir."

Zhang Shen smiled and nodded.

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly saw Second Uncle Xu covering his head, his face full of pain, his body tilted, and he fell off the horse.

Zhang Shen was taken aback, jumped out of the carriage and leaned over to check.

"master!!"

The aunt screamed, grabbed the hem of her skirt, jumped out of the carriage, and was about to rush to her husband when she suddenly stopped.

My aunt raised her hands and hugged her head, only to feel throbbing pains in her brain.

"Father, mother?"

Xu Lingyue was stunned, at a loss, her pretty face was full of fear.

"mother!"

Pulling Xu Lingyin with two spikes, seeing his mother's pained face, he quickly jumped out of the car and rushed towards his aunt.

My aunt let out a muffled snort, and she was knocked unconscious.

"Mother is dead, mother is dead"

Xu Lingyin cried loudly.

At this time, Second Uncle Xu recovered from the splitting headache. He was panting heavily, his face was as white as paper, and he murmured:

"No, no, no"

Zhang Shen frowned, glanced at his unconscious aunt, then at Second Uncle Xu, and asked tentatively, "Master Xu, who are you?"

Second Uncle Xu ignored him at all, not even looking at his unconscious wife. He jumped on his horse, twitched his whip, and left in a hurry.

Zhang Shen stared blankly at his back as he went away, and in his mind was Xu Pingzhi's face when he left, both angry and sad, both sad and desperate.

the capital.

High in the sky, Xu Qi'an was about to drive the spirit dragon back to the city. The next moment, the world in front of him suddenly lost its color.

Like a picture on a black and white TV.

The five senses are blinded, and the martial artist's intuition of danger is blinded. This state returns to normal in less than a second.

Xu Qi'an lowered his head slowly, and saw a golden nail pierced into his chest.

The surface of the nail was engraved with Buddhist inscriptions, and it easily pierced through the body of Vajra Divine Art and pierced the dark skin.

"Uh ah ah ah."

He heard a scream of pain, but he couldn't tell whether it was his own voice or a divine voice.

"Don't bark, this is the first one."

A gentle voice came, and a warlock in white appeared in front of Xu Qi'an, with eight golden nails between his fingertips.

The warlock in white picked up a nail and slapped Xu Qi'an on the head.

puff!

The nail pierces the Baihui acupoint.

Shenshu's screams stopped in the summer, the pitch-black skin returned to normal, and the radiance of King Kong's magic power collapsed.

Xu Qi'an's aura plummeted, and he became like an ordinary person.