Nightwatcher

"Thank you sir, I haven't seen you for a while."

Yang Chuannan pressed the knife with his right hand, straightened his back, stood outside the fence, and said in a mellow voice:

"This year's winter is extremely difficult. I thought Mr. Xie would die in prison, but I didn't expect you to make it through."

Xie Lu moved his head, looked at Yang Chuannan outside the fence through his disheveled hair, and said hoarsely:

"What are you here to persuade me to submit to the rebellious party?"

Yang Chuannan nodded: "This is your only way out. Don't expect the court to rescue you. The dignified chief executive has been imprisoned for half a year, and no one cares about it. Mr. Xie is a smart person, and he should know what it means."

Xie Lu said slowly:

"Yunzhou has been out of the control of the imperial court. If you guess correctly, before I took office, the officialdom of Yunzhou was already under your control."

Yang Chuannan said with a smile:

"It's not under my control, but under the control of the city lord. Since I became the governor of Yunzhou, I have been secretly cultivating party members and supporting cronies. Until a year ago, the Witch God sect headed by Song Changfu was abolished. Only then did I completely control the officialdom in Yunzhou.

"Now the entire Yunzhou is under our control, including your life."

The country gentry, local prominent families, and scholar-official class in Yunzhou have all surrendered to Qianlong City.

Some of them surrendered voluntarily and had no choice, and some of them were secretly supported by Qianlong City.

The entire Yunzhou, spanning thousands of miles, was able to quickly break away from the control of the Dafeng court in a short period of time. What is shown here is the foundation of Qianlong City's hundreds of years of management.

"Master Xie is a Jinshi of the two ranks, and he is known as an official. Qianlong City needs talents like you. Sir Xie, a good bird chooses a tree to live in, and a good minister chooses a master."

Yang Chuannan persuaded earnestly: "Qianlong City is the destination where you can flex your muscles."

Xie Lu smiled and said, "It's a pity."

"pity?"

"It's a pity that this seven-foot body is full of sage books. He can only write a pen and can't kill people. It is said that he is a scholar who is useless, and he doesn't want to admit it, but right now, it is true." Xie Lu regretted.

Yang Chuannan's face was slightly cold, and he said:

"Ten years of poverty is not easy. Mr. Xie is able to come to this position from a poor family, do you really have the heart to waste half of your life's hard work in one day?"

"I can't bear it," Xie Lu leaned against the cold wall, looked up at the sunlight coming in from the air hole again, and murmured in a hoarse voice:

"But I'm even more afraid of being spurned by future generations after thousands of years. Do you know who the person I admire the most is the person surnamed Yang?"

Yang Chuannan looked at him coldly.

"It was Zheng Xinghuai, the chief minister of Chuzhou, who made scholars all over the world understand what it means to "sacrifice one's life for righteousness."

Xie Lu sneered: "Forget it, what can I say to a person like you."

Yang Chuannan nodded:

"Since that's the case, I don't need to waste my words. Mr. Xie is seeking benevolence and benevolence."

He drew his sword and cut the chain.

Bang!

The prison door was kicked open, Yang Chuannan stepped forward, and passed the iron sword forward in his hand, the tip of the sword pierced Xie Lu's chest, nailing him to the wall behind him.

Xie Lu held the blade with both hands and struggled painfully a few times.

His hands were stained with warm blood, and his life was rapidly draining with the blood.

Yang Chuannan smiled and said:

"I forgot to leave time for Mr. Xie to write a suicide note. If you have anything to say before you die, just open your mouth, or you will never have the chance."

Xie Lu had nothing to say, he just remembered the years when he was young and studied hard.

At that time, the Battle of Shanhaiguan had not yet started, and the late emperor had not yet practiced Taoism.

However, everything has changed since the Battle of Shanhaiguan. Dafeng's national strength has been weakening day by day, and disasters occur every year, and they intensify year by year.

Xie Lu is a person who has experienced peace and prosperity. He has seen this country with his own eyes, gradually weakening and becoming very old.

Like many scholars, he worked hard, hoping to save the country and bring it back to its peak.

But he couldn't because he was dying.

At the end of his life, Xie Lu said sharply:

"Someone will avenge me. You and other rebellious officials and thieves will surely die without a place to bury them."

He stared at Yang Chuannan and laughed wantonly.

When the laughter was at its highest, it stopped in the summer.

In Yunzhou City, all command the envoy.

Yang Chuannan returned to the mansion, strode towards the study room, opened the door, and saw Ji Xuan who was flipping through the booklets.

"Young master! The enthronement ceremony is about to begin, why are you still here?"

Yang Chuannan frowned again and again.

"The number of refugees gathered is less than 10,000, and the number is far from what was expected." Ji Xuan put down the notebook and asked:

"what happened?"

Yang Chuannan smiled wryly and said, "Yang Gong has sealed off the border of Qingzhou, and the refugees can't get through. They can only reach our Yunzhou by crossing the mountains or going around the neighboring states. This Yang Gong is not easy to deal with."

Ji Xuan nodded.

Yang Chuannan urged again: "In half an hour, it will be His Majesty's enthronement ceremony. As the crown prince, you cannot be absent."

But Ji Xuan shook his head: "I won't appear in the enthronement ceremony, I have my own place to go."

Qianlong City was used as a "hiding place" during the dormant period. Now that his father wants to ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor, it is natural to make it public. The enthronement ceremony is held in the central area of ​​Yunzhou City - Baidi Temple.

Ji Xuan asked: "That Xie Lu, is he willing to surrender?"

Yang Chuannan shook his head: "The humble job has already killed him."

"It's fine to kill."

With a chatty tone, Ji Xuan said calmly: "Scholars are most afraid of not being safe at the end of the day, but it is a kind of fulfillment."

Baidi Temple.

Today, all the officials of Yunzhou City gathered in the Baidi Temple, including the officials of Qianlong City. There were many dark figures in the square, with the civil officials on the left and the five sense organs on the right. Neatly arranged.

During the drum ensemble, a middle-aged man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a flat sky crown stepped slowly out of the Baidi Temple.

Generally speaking, the enthronement of the crown prince is a major event in the country, and the ceremony is complicated, especially when the new and old emperors alternate, which is often accompanied by funerals, so only the whip is played, and no music is played.

The new emperor has to wear filial piety clothes, kneel three times and nine times before the spirit of the late emperor, and perform sacrificial ceremonies in the ancestral temple and so on.

However, these are not applicable to the present situation and are therefore omitted.

After the yellow-robed emperor led civil and military officials to sacrifice to heaven, he stood on the high platform in front of the Baidi Temple, overlooking the officials, with a majestic air.

A white-clothed sorcerer of the Sitianjian stood at the lower side, facing all the officials, unfolded the imperial edict in his hand, and said loudly:

"Since Wu Zong's rebellion, our ancestors have hidden themselves in the mountains, endured humiliation, and passed it down from generation to generation. I dare not forget the teachings of my ancestors for a moment, and I will definitely work hard to retake the country.

"Now the Dafeng imperial court is decaying, and the new ruler is incompetent. As a result, the people are living in dire straits, and mourning is everywhere. As a descendant of the Ji family, the royal family is orthodox. I am heartbroken, and I should rise up and call out to turn the tide

"Today, he proclaims himself emperor in Yunzhou, and takes the name of the country as "Guangfu".

"The country establishes the crown prince, and the etiquette follows the eldest son. The foundation of the world lies. My son, Ji Xuan, has both civil and military skills, and belongs to the will of heaven. He is established as the crown prince and is seated in the East Palace."

After the white-clothed warlock finished reading, he received the imperial decree and stood silently aside.

Civil and military officials knelt down one after another and shouted "Long live Your Majesty".

In the sky above Yunzhou City, the Yufeng Boat hovered quietly.

Ji Xuan stood on the side of the ship, listening to the thunderous voices below, even though he was at a high altitude, he could still hear it clearly.

The people of Yunzhou City gathered in the streets and alleys outside the Baidi Temple to watch the ceremony.

For them, it doesn't matter who is the emperor, what the people care about is always "food and clothing". The emperor only reduced or exempted taxes for three years, and he easily won over the people of Yunzhou.

"If you don't advance to the extraordinary at this time, when will you wait?"

A gentle voice suddenly sounded, clear light rose, and Xu Pingfeng in white appeared in Yufengzhou.

"Just wait for the national teacher!"

Ji Xuan laughed.

Xu Pingfeng nodded slightly, raised his hand, and grabbed the air.

Those streaks of scattered dragon energy let out a silent roar, and were unwillingly absorbed into his palm.

With another flick of the fingers, more than a dozen streams of dragon energy rushed into Ji Xuan's body.

There seemed to be a golden dragon shadow wandering in his eyes, shooting out brilliant golden light.

Xu Pingfeng then popped up two invisible and intangible Qi Luck, which merged into Ji Xuan's body.

This is the luck of Du Nan and Du Fan, two King Kongs. He used the means of a second-rank Qi trainer to use these two lucks for his own use.

Of course, personal luck cannot be compared with national luck. It is impossible for Ji Xuan to absorb the blood pill and advance to the third rank only by relying on the three-pronged approach.

That's why I got the canon just now.

The prince of Yunzhou is naturally lucky.

Although this luck is far from comparable to that of Xu Qi'an, who is responsible for half of the national luck.

"I can only let the dragon energy stay in your body for a quarter of an hour, let's get promoted quickly." Xu Pingfeng said.

Even if he is a second-grade warlock, it is difficult to knead the dragon energy, he can only exert influence, and the time is limited.

Ji Xuan took out the box from his arms, opened it with a "snap", and a ray of pure blood shone into his pupils.

A huge breath of life filled Yufengzhou.

Ji Xuan's hands trembled uncontrollably, and he heard the beating heartbeat in his chest.

Once this blood pill enters the stomach, there will only be two endings, either becoming a martial artist in the extraordinary realm, and becoming one of the top ranks in the Kyushu Continent. Either the body dies and the dao disappears, turning into ashes.

The national teacher said that even with the dragon energy, the luck of the two king kong, and the luck of being a prince, the probability of successfully refining the blood pill is still less than 50%.

It's time to bet your life. Ji Xuan held the blood pill and closed his eyes.

What flashed through his mind was the twenty years of enduring humiliation, the forbearance he practiced in private with sweat like rain, and the expectations that Taoist Master Banana Leaf had for him before he died.

grunt~

The blood pill turned into a scalding hot stream, rushing into the stomach pouch.

Ji Xuan's skin turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. He hugged his stomach in pain and curled up on the deck.

pain, piercing pain

The pain beyond the limits of human beings overwhelmed him, and in just a moment, most of his consciousness was lost.

"Ho Ho."

Blood flowed out of Ji Xuan's mouth, and blood also oozed from his eye sockets, nose, and ears.

The skin was cracked in a large area, and the flesh and blood were torn from the inside out.

If this continues, the collapse of the physical body will be unstoppable.

Xu Pingfeng watched indifferently.

"Are you going to die? This is death? My physical body has collapsed, my internal organs have been damaged, and my vitality is rapidly disappearing. Why doesn't the national teacher save me?"

In a daze, Ji Xuan's remaining will was still thinking. He wanted to ask for help, but he couldn't make a sound.

Because the vocal cords are also destroyed.

The power of the blood pill is too overbearing, a mortal body can't bear it at all.

"It's hard to imagine how Xu Qi'an survived it, yes, he can survive it, why can't I?"

The moment this thought surfaced, Ji Xuan's obsession was hard to appease.

Xu Qi'an can do it, why can't I?

Are you willing to die like this?

Are you willing to watch him shine?

Are you willing to lose your future Wangtu hegemony?

"Ho, ho ho."

There was a meaningless roar in his mouth, which seemed to be a roar of anger and unwillingness.

A large amount of blood flowed from his eyes, and the eyeballs had melted.

Ji Xuan didn't see the golden dragon shadows wrapping around his body, nor did he see that his collapsed body tended to heal.

Flesh crumbles, heals, crumbles, heals and repeats itself.

After an unknown amount of time, Ji Xuan's consciousness, which was on the verge of collapse, gradually recovered, and his mind became clear.

In the ear, there was a smile from the national teacher:

"Congratulations on stepping into the extraordinary realm."

Ji Xuan opened his eyes and saw the light again.

The new dawn!

Southern Border, Heavenly Gu Division.

Grandma Tiangu walked out of the house with a patio, stepped onto the roof, and looked at the sky.

"Emperor Ziwei's star is moving, and the battle for orthodoxy in the Central Plains has begun. Old man, everything you predicted has come true. God Gu, recovery is not far away."

The Heavenly Gu Granny sighed, remained silent for a moment, and muttered to herself:

"The chaos is coming, who will be the gatekeeper?"

Jingshan City.

On a barren ridge, Saren Agu holds a lamb and looks to the southwest.

The mountains around Jingshan City, because of the battle back then, were drained of their aura by him and turned into a piece of wasteland.

Although Jingshan City has been rebuilt, the place is no longer suitable for living.

"Wei Yuan, your breath for the Central Plains is coming to an end soon."

Sarun Agu took out a new sheep-driving whip from his waist and tapped lightly on his feet.

The next moment, a figure came upon summoning.

It was Irb.

"Two things, send Xuanming Jinshi to Xu Qi'an; go to Dafeng to gather refugees and bring them back to fill the population of Jingkangyan Three Kingdoms."

Allen Agu ordered.

"yes!"

Irbu bowed and promised, and left in the wind.

In the first year of Yongxing, at the end of November, the descendants of the Ji family proclaimed themselves emperors in Yunzhou, and the country was named "Fuxing", and Yunzhou officially separated from Dafeng.

Further push the dynasty into the abyss of collapse.

Xu Qi'an received Huaiqing's letter, and when he learned about it, he was already at the border between Nanjiang and Dafeng.