Chapter 329: Wearing the Yellow Robe (Part 2)

The feud between Du Si and Wang Boan once spread throughout Kyoto.

Now that several years have passed, the silence has not subsided, but has intensified with the spread of mind science.

People like to study the experiences of famous people, and interpret from various anecdotes to prove that this person has been extraordinary for a long time, and success is only a matter of time.

Du Shouren's Golden Palace angrily beats the traitor. There is already a storybook on the market, which may have been written by one of Wang Boan's political enemies.

"Mr. Du, don't worry. Some people are gone when they die, leaving no traces."

Cheng Jiaoyu comforted him by saying: "With the spread of Xinxue, Mr. Du's name will surely be passed down through the ages and live in people's hearts forever!"

"..."

Du Si didn't know how to understand it for a moment.

Cheng Jiaoyu reported to Yan Shanchang, and Du Si just entered Mingxintang. .

"Meet Mr. Yan Shan!"

Du Si said respectfully: "I have heard the name of the mountain chief for a long time, and today I finally meet him."

"sit."

Yan Yuanzheng said with a smile: "Isn't it better to be famous than to meet him? I am an old man who only has years, but he is nothing more than that."

"What the students read when they were young were the enlightenment works written by Yan Shanchang, and later they were read at home by the commentaries on the Five Classics written by Shanchang."

Du Siqing said sincerely: "Although I have never met the mountain leader, we can call him a master and a disciple!"

"Hahaha!"

Yan Yuanzheng suddenly laughed loudly: "I never thought that the dignified founder of Xinxue would be better at establishing relationships than Wang Bo'an. He is just a half-master with a shameless face."

Du Si said solemnly: "Xinxue originated from Confucianism. If the mountain leader had not laid the foundation in front of him, the student might be like his old father, collecting rent at home."

"I got the title for no reason. It will definitely be recorded in the history books in the future. With this cause and effect, it seems that I can't agree to it."

Yan Yuanzheng said: "Mr. Du, who do you plan to support?"

"Li Xun!"

Dusi said slowly.

"Huh? Not King Yan?"

Yan Yuanzheng said: "Wang Kan, the chief official of Prince Yan, studied law, but he also studied Confucian classics intensively. He attended several lectures under my seat and came to visit me a few days ago."

Du Si said: "I don't know any King Yan, I just feel that someone who has never even defeated Qingqiu is not suitable to be an emperor!"

Yan Yuanzheng said: "The sage has said that if you are wary, you will perish!"

"Things are different now."

Du Si pointed to the sky: "Either fight or die!"

Yan Yuanzheng was silent for a moment, nodded and said: "Times have changed, and Daqian really needs an emperor who dares to fight. I will write a letter to the student now."

Jixia Academy was the cradle of officials in the Daqian court. Yan Yuanzheng's students were at least high-ranking officials.

"The mountain chief agreed so easily?"

Du Si has already thought of various strategies, among which coming to Jixia Academy to teach is one of the conditions.

Yan Yuanzheng smiled and said: "I have become the teacher of the founder of mind science, how can I still be in trouble with my disciples?"

"Thank you Master Yan!"

Du Si bowed and saluted.

…

Qingfeng Xiaozhu.

Zhou Yi returned home, took out his address book, and turned to the Sanwu page.

"What have fellow Taoists been busy with these days?"

After a while.

Sanwu replied: "In recent days, I have been studying the Taoism of the Patriarch. If I achieve Qingyun, I can seek immortality from the Patriarch."

Zhouyi asked: "Emperor Hongde died, and the martial saints competed to choose the king. Do fellow Taoists know?"

"Of course, we are also the great uncles of the great emperor!"

Sanwu replied: "Many old guys from the royal family hope that the poor Taoist will come out and support so and so, saying that he has the appearance of a wise king and a holy master. Do you really think that the old Taoist can't read fortune tellers?"

After the death of Emperor Jingtai, Sanwu rose a generation higher, and now Emperor Hongde has passed away again, truly becoming the royal immortal.

Zhou Yi did not beat around the bush and replied: "Today's summons is about the same matter. I hope that fellow Taoists can carry out some activities in Buddhism and Taoism, at least to support them in terms of momentum."

"no problem!"

Sanwu agreed directly: "Pindao will go to the two sects to brush his face, and then contact some old guys from the royal family."

Zhou Yi was surprised and said: "Fellow Taoist, you agreed without even asking who it was?"

"How can the friendship with fellow Taoists be compared to a mere fight for a dragon?"

Sanwu said: "Besides, Taoist friends have shown their true nature in the book, so the person chosen must be fair."

"Exactly who it is has not yet been determined."

Zhou Yi said: "If the King of Yan can brave the difficulties and lead troops to the capital, he will naturally support him. If he lives in the southwest, he will support Li Xun as the emperor."

"Fellow Taoist is brilliant!"

Sanwu replied: "I have always fought for the throne by myself, how could I rush to deliver it to my hands?"

Zhou Yi said: "Fellow Taoist is also of royal blood. You can also come to Kyoto to join in the fun and make a call..."

"Humph! If the old Taoist wanted to fight for the throne, how could there be anything about Emperor Chenglu back then?"

Sanwu then persuaded: "Fellow Taoist, you should focus more on your practice. Now that you have the guidance of the True Immortal Patriarch, it is an unparalleled celestial destiny that you cannot miss. How can this mortal world be compared with it?"

"That's how it should be!"

Zhou Yi and San Wu chatted for a long time before saying good night to each other.

Return to the house and sit cross-legged to meditate.

Zhou Yi took the elixir of pure Yang, and the power of pure Yang was refined into the Yin God.

When the moon was in the middle of the sky, I could faintly hear the call to pray. Zhou Yi calculated with his fingers, knew the cause and effect, and immediately used the magic power of marrying dreams.

Dream sky.

Purple air lingers. White clouds are steaming.

Zhou Yi transformed into Yun Zhongzi, held back his smile, and looked down at Zhang Cheng.

"But you have a choice in your mind?"

"Master, the divine prediction!"

Zhang Cheng bowed and said, "I have decided that I am willing to help Yuexia Laoren and pull the red thread to find the best marriage for all men and women in the world."

"Yes."

A brilliant purple aura appeared in Zhou Yi's hand, and he said, "There is Zhang Cheng, who has completed his human merits and virtues, and will be pardoned and enthroned as a true god..."

"Master, wait a minute."

Zhang Cheng's eyes were fixed on the purple aura, and he tried to suppress his impulse, saying, "Please pardon me later, Master, as I still need to deal with some mundane things. How about this, when I stand on the wall of the Dagan Palace and shout that I am a true god, Master, you will perform a miracle."

"In this way, it will not only be convenient for me, but also make you famous!"

"..."

Zhou Yi couldn't help but twitch his lips. Since Zhang Cheng insisted on seeking his own death, he couldn't stop him, so he put away the purple aura and said.

"Yes!"

"Thank you, Master, I'm leaving!"

Zhang Cheng was very happy, and he had already begun to imagine the scene of becoming a god on the wall of the palace.

...

Luojing had been peaceful and chaotic for a month.

On August 23, the second year of Hongde, the emperor was buried in Wusheng Mountain.

Unlike the Jingtai Emperor, who was accompanied by hundreds of officials and cried by the people, the funeral procession was mostly composed of the clansmen of the Hongde Emperor.

Others had no time to care about the expired emperor. Seeing that the great event was about to end, they were all trying their best to gather their strength and wait for Hongde to be buried.

The streets were empty, and countless people watched the funeral procession leave the capital.

There were spies following along the way, communicating with the city at any time.

The tomb of Emperor Hongde was near the foot of Wusheng Mountain. It was rumored that it was a lucky tomb chosen by the Protector of the Country Wusheng himself, and it was unanimously affirmed by the Jiantian Division.

Yuan Jianzheng praised repeatedly, saying that it was fortunate that the Wusheng did not practice Tianji divination and law enforcement, otherwise there would be no Tianji Sect!

At noon, the sun was blazing.

Li Ze, the legitimate son of the previous emperor, personally shoveled the soil and buried his father in the ground. He knew that he could not get the throne, so he tried his best to show his loyalty and filial piety in order to survive.

After the funeral, all forces in the capital immediately received the message, and many people looked towards the direction of the palace.

"The destiny is in my hands!"

"Who will decide the fate?"

"The one with the strongest soldiers and horses will decide the fate!"

"It can be replaced!"

"Is the emperor a descendant?"

"The east wind is coming!"

As the last sentence fell, the sound of the horn blew in the city.

The people who were in a state of excitement looked slightly stagnant, and looked towards the east of the city.

Cursing who was so impatient, what if he angered the Martial Saint and appointed the emperor again?

The patrol camp official office.

The formation restriction was opened, and more than 40,000 soldiers rushed out like a torrent, howling.

There was only one goal, to break through the imperial city.

These soldiers were still fighting with demons at the beginning of the year, and they had long forgotten what fear was, and they charged along the central street.

There were 108 wards in the capital, and the wards and markets were separated by gates and walls, on which soldiers from various forces were stationed.

The Sixth Prince's men were stationed in Chengyifang, which was adjacent to the Patrol Camp. Seeing countless arrogant soldiers and generals, the leading general was so frightened that his legs went limp and he collapsed on the wall due to the shock of the terrifying military formation.

Without even a word of resistance, the leading soldiers jumped onto the wall.

A giant axe half a man's height swung over, breaking the limp leader into two pieces, and he roared.

"Open the door!"

"Okay, okay..."

The soldiers threw away their swords and quickly opened the gate of the market.

Passing Chengyifang, Guandefang, Sishunfang, and Jishanfang, they saw the palace in front.

The palace gates were closed, and the bridges of the Luo River branches in front had been completely destroyed.

In just half an hour, Li Xun's troops entered the imperial city as if they were in an empty space.

Those elite soldiers that the uncles and princes relied on were like the old, weak, sick and disabled. Most of them could not even withstand the military formation and scattered like birds and beasts.

Li Xun stopped his horse at the moat, looked at the trembling guards on the palace wall, and said with a smile.

"This general has never fought such an easy battle!"

Zhang Cheng and Du Si were guarding Li Xun, and other military masters were fighting in the dark.

Du Si said: "Most of these guards are your majesty's guards of honor, and they have never seen blood. Not to mention compared with the foreign monsters, they are not as good as the local soldiers who suppress bandits."

"Hurry up and attack the city, old Zhang, I can't bear it anymore!"

Zhang Cheng waited for a long time, and finally waited until today, he wanted to show his sainthood in front of the world.

Li Xun nodded slightly and gave the order.

"Attack the city!"

As the voice fell, a spell fell into the moat, and the originally turbulent river water turned into a strong soldier.

"Kill!"

Chen Ying led the vanguard camp and rushed to the gate of the palace.

The imperial guards on the palace wall threw down the prepared rolling stones and wooden beams according to the city defense drill learned in the Military Academy.

The imperial guards are all carefully selected elite soldiers. Others may not be good, but they all have martial arts skills and are much stronger than ordinary people.

"Is this a child playing house?"

Chen Ying sneered, melted his body into the spear, and turned into a stream of light and fell on the city wall.

The Martial Saint intends to fight for the dragon, and has ordered the closure of the palace formation restriction. Otherwise, the master of the spirit can't shake it at all, so what is there to fight for?

The imperial guards who were throwing rolling stones happily saw Chen Ying flying up the city wall in an instant, and they were at a loss for a while.

This is different from what they learned in military books?

...

The Prince of Chu's Mansion.

A guest came early this morning to ask the King of Chu about martial arts.

Pei Yu, the master of Tongtian Sword, and several demon-killing lieutenants tried to stop them, but they fainted in a silent pain.

The demon-killing lieutenant is the top force of the Demon-Slaying Division. Not only is he a martial arts master of the upper third grade, but he also has to kill the demon king himself before he can get this title.

"Master Pei Jian's swordsmanship is truly unpredictable!"

The King of Chu had already reached the pinnacle of martial arts, and with the support of the entire royal family, his strength was close to that of Emperor Jingtai. He could clearly sense the mysterious sword energy that enveloped the entire Chu Palace.

"I have been comprehending the sword recently and have gained a little."

Pei Yu said, "I lost to the prince in the sect meeting that year, so I came here today to ask for advice."

The big guns suppressed the power of the sects, and the Jingtai Dynasty was even worse. Pei Yu defeated many sect leaders in the past, and just after he took over the alliance leader order, he was provoked by the King of Chu. Pei Yu had no choice but to fight, and the result was naturally lost.

The bet of the fight at that time was that the sect needed to ask the court for a letter of acceptance.

Emperor Jingtai took this opportunity to bring the power of the sect under his jurisdiction in one fell swoop, just like Buddhism and Taoism need a certificate of ordination.

This matter became Pei Yu's inner demon, and he was determined to defeat the King of Chu to avenge his previous shame.

The King of Chu shook his head slightly and admitted defeat directly.

"Such swordsmanship is close to the realm, one step away from the Martial Saint. This king has been indulging in the mundane world for these years, and his martial arts practice is no longer comparable to Pei Jianzhu!"

"In that case."

Pei Yu did not push him, and said: "Before the capital is pacified, it is better for the King of Chu to stay in the palace."

The King of Chu did not refuse, and suddenly looked towards the direction of the imperial city.

"The city was broken? It was so fast!"

...

The palace.

The army poured in like a tide, and then replaced the imperial guards and became the garrison.

Li Xun stood on the palace wall, looking from north to south, looking at the whole of Kyoto, and couldn't help but feel a great passion.

"A real man should be like this!"

After being proud, he quickly became serious. The breaking of the city was expected long ago. The difficulty was to defend the city later, facing all the dragon-fighting forces in the capital.

They must unite together to first shovel the powerful Li Xun out of the chessboard.

After the war in the market, Li Xun was confident that his soldiers could easily crush other forces, even if they came several times more.

The real difficulty is the high-end power. If the master of the spirit can't be stopped, the soldiers under his command may suffer heavy losses.

Li Xun looked at Wang Kan, the chief official of the Prince of Yan's Mansion, and said: "Send a message to His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan, we have occupied it, please march quickly and come to Beijing to ascend the throne as soon as possible!"

"General..."

Wang Kan's voice became unnatural: "The Prince of Yan has sent a message a few days ago, saying that the Taizu has left a legacy, and the local princes cannot enter the capital without an imperial edict."

Li Xun's face changed slightly when he heard this.

"What do you mean, Mr. Wang?"

Du Si said, "His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan will not come to Beijing to ascend the throne!"

Li Xun immediately said angrily, "We are fighting in Beijing and may be attacked by the masses. How can His Royal Highness do this? Will the blood of the soldiers be shed in vain?"

Chen Ying comforted him, "Don't be anxious, Brother Xun. It may be a good thing that the Prince of Yan is not coming!"

"If His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan does not come to Beijing to ascend the throne, we will not be able to compete for the throne and will inevitably be liquidated in the future."

Li Xun looked around, then looked at the soldiers stationed solemnly on the palace wall, and suddenly burst into tears. Tears fell: "My death is meaningless, it's a pity for the army, I promised to give them wealth and honor, but I have to break my promise again!"

"Hehehe! Brother Xun, have you forgotten that you are the descendant of King Zhongshan, the real blood of Taizu!"

Zhang Cheng took out a roll of yellow silk from his arms and said: "Old Zhang found the late emperor's will"

Chen Ying comforted: "Brother Xun, don't be anxious, it may be a good thing that the King of Yan is not coming!"

"If His Royal Highness the King of Yan does not come to the capital to ascend the throne, we will not be able to compete for the dragon, and we will definitely be liquidated in the future."