95. The Criminal Official Xu Xing, Please Die in the Country (Seeking First Order)

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Shenjing.

In Ziwei Palace.

"My dear Wang, you have negotiated peace with me..."

Emperor Chongming looked indifferent, not caring at all about the three words "I am wronged" said by Wang Wang, the Minister of Rites, when he was taken down by the palace guards. He directly set the tone for this matter, "Negotiating peace is to disturb our country!"

"Lingchi is already a light punishment..."

He took a deep breath.

If others really knew that he wanted to negotiate peace with Xu Xing, how would the world view him as an emperor?

Even the emperor was going to beg for peace...

Is it necessary for the guards to stop the rebels in Siming Mountain?

The court would be in a panic.

Not killing Wang Wang would confirm this rumor.

"Your Majesty is wise!"

Inside the palace, civil and military officials were like quails, trembling and not even daring to raise their heads.

What people do is seen by heaven, and there is no wall that is impermeable.

Emperor Chongming's words may deceive the ignorant people, but in their eyes, they are full of loopholes. If Emperor Chongming himself did not want to negotiate peace, why would Wang Wang, the Minister of Rites, personally go to the rebel camp to preside over the peace talks?

It is nothing more than that Emperor Chongming, as the emperor at this moment, does not want to take the responsibility for the failure of the peace talks.

The life of the minister is not as good as his own reputation...

"Scouts report..."

"Xu Ni's army is less than a hundred miles away from Shenjing."

"Do you have a good plan to repel the enemy?"

Emperor Chongming looked at the ministers in the court.

Shenjing's military preparations have been relaxed for a long time. With Xu Ni's troops, once they arrive in Shenjing, they can only rely on the imperial guards inside Shenjing to defend the city, but it is far from enough to repel the enemy.

But... if Xu Ni's troops besiege the city for too long, where will he, the emperor, put his face?

The local forces have already grown and have long disobeyed the central government's orders.

If this happens again..., what prestige does the emperor still have?

Is it the one who has the strongest army and the most powerful horses that should do it?

Chen Hou, the Imperial Secretary, and Wang Wang, the Minister of Rites, had learned from the past, so how could the ministers dare to make a report? They all remained silent.

Time passed slowly, from the fifth watch of the morning until the end of the night.

The emperor and the ministers, a silent confrontation between the two sides.

"A bunch of trash..."

Emperor Chongming finally couldn't maintain his imperial demeanor anymore and cursed.

He looked at these good ministers who he considered to be "righteous" with disgust, then left the main hall on his own and headed for the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

...

"Disciple Song Zhen kowtows to the immortal..."

"Please ask the immortal to help my royal family out of trouble and protect my Song family's country."

In the Imperial Ancestral Temple, Emperor Chongming knelt in front of the portrait of Emperor Taizu and kowtowed three times.

In the legacy of each generation of the emperors of Fengxi Kingdom, there is a secret.

That is, there are immortals in Fengxi Kingdom.

Moreover, this immortal secretly protects their Song family's kingdom.

As long as the kingdom is about to fall, come to the Taimiao and kowtow three times, praying for the immortal to come forward, and the immortal will come to the world to solve the disasters encountered by the current emperor...

And this is why Emperor Chongming is so mean and ungrateful.

The people of the world are just slaves of the Song family.

The officials in the court are just herders for the Song family...

As long as the immortal is there, all disasters can be resolved. As long as he does not lose his reputation as an emperor, even if the officials in the court and the people are in turmoil..., the Song family can suppress them one by one.

"What disaster?"

A white-haired man appeared in front of Emperor Chongming, speaking in a low voice.

"Immortal?"

Emperor Chongming was almost frightened when he saw a living person suddenly appear in front of him. But he was an emperor after all, and he was prepared in advance. He was only slightly startled for a moment and then regained his composure.

"Guanxi has revealed a traitor named King Xingtian."

"This traitor's rebel army is now less than a hundred miles away from Shenjing, and can reach Shenjing in one day..."

As he spoke, he carefully looked at the face of the immortal.

The immortal had white hair and white clothes, and a handsome face. The material of his clothes was not like the Feixianxiu in Jiangnan, but was extremely dense, with a layer of glittering light on the surface.

His feet did not touch the ground, but floated in the air.

"Kill him?"

Ye Jiming glanced at the emperor of the dynasty, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

He had the whole country's military force, but he couldn't do anything about a traitor.

How stupid this emperor must be.

The Fengxi Kingdom today has not yet reached the three hundred years of rule.

The grace of a gentleman will decline in three generations, and will be cut off in five generations.

The grace of a human king can extend the country for three hundred years.

However, this is the internal affairs of the Song family, and it is not easy for him, an outsider, to intervene. With the support of Song Dao, the second true disciple of Huangdu Peak..., it is true that the descendants of the Song family have the capital to waste.

"When Xu Xing's troops arrive in Shenjing..."

"I ask the immortal to kill him with one sword in front of everyone."

Emperor Chongming nodded and put forward his request.

If Xu Xing was killed in another place, there would still be so many rebels in the world. But if Xu Xing was beheaded with one sword when his troops arrived in Shenjing, then the world would be in an uproar, and all the officials in the court and the people would respect him.

The imperial power was granted by the immortals, who would dare to resist him, Emperor Chongming.

"This move... is not in line with the usual practice..."

Ye Jiming hesitated.

There are more than a dozen secular dynasties under Feiyu Immortal Palace. In addition to selecting disciples of the Immortal Palace, these dynasties have another task, which is to cultivate true dragons of humanity...

If there are immortals in the secular world, it would not be difficult for the country to be one for all generations.

How can such a secular world cultivate a true human king?

The emperor who inherited blood is just a pseudo-dragon.

However, at this moment, Ye Jiming seemed to have received a secret order from another person, and he quickly changed his mind to Emperor Chongming, "It's not impossible to help you kill Xu Xing in front of everyone, but after thirty years, you have to erase The traces I left behind in the mortal world will not be heard of at all in a hundred years..."

"Thirty years?"

Emperor Chongming was stunned.

In just thirty years, it is not easy to erase the traces left by a person.

But this matter is not difficult for him as an emperor.

Just issue an imperial edict.

Anyone who dares to talk about immortals will be beheaded.

"Disciple obeys the order..."

"Thirty years from now there will be no more rumors about immortals in the world."

Emperor Chongming replied respectfully.

He is now approaching fifty, and he doesn't even have many years left to live.

Thirty years, he may not be able to survive until then.

After his death, the prince should worry about such things and it has nothing to do with him.

"Can!"

Ye Jiming nodded slightly and disappeared into the Ancestral Temple.

…

The death of Taichang Qing Wang Wang completely shattered the only hope that the court officials had for Emperor Chongming.

Before Xu Xing led the Siming Mountain rebels to reach Shenjing, they had already received no less than a thousand letters of surrender. From the first-rank official to the ninth-rank sesame official, almost all the officials in Beijing wrote.

One basket after another they moved to his handsome tent.

"Emperor Chongming is unpopular and his subordinates are too strict..."

"Even his brother-in-law wrote a letter of surrender to Mr. Ming, expressing his kindness back then."

Gong Yangyi was responsible for sorting out the surrender letters.

He picked out a letter signed [Night Watch Division Commander Liu] and handed it to Xu Xing.

"Four years later..."

"The eighth-grade official back then became the King of Punishment today."

"If Emperor Chongming has another chance, Mr. Gongyang, do you think he will regret it?"

Xu Xing rode on his war horse and looked up at Shenjing in the distance.

As the capital of Fengxi Kingdom, the scale of Shenjing is second to none among all the cities in the world. At this moment, the rebel soldiers and horses were about twenty-five miles away from Shenjing, and they could already see the towering, mountain-like, continuous green and black city walls.

Under the setting sun, this fortified city stood solemnly on the plain, shining like a golden city.

For such a fortified city, Xu Xing only had 200,000 rebels in his hands. Even if there were 500,000, it would be difficult to break through the siege.

But it has always been easier to defend a city than to defend a human heart.

Emperor Chongming had lost the hearts of all the officials in the court, and even with the impregnable city of Shenjing, he could not keep it.

"You should regret it..."

"Back then, Duke Ming worked conscientiously in court, but he was treated as a scapegoat."

"This is the fault of Emperor Chongming for his oversight..."

Gong Yangyi praised Xu Xing.

He didn't expect that the journey to Shenjing would be so smooth.

The guards at the pass opened the city one by one without any resistance, seemingly convinced that Xu Xing was the right one.

"No!"

"I thought that he would not regret it, but would say that the ministers had mistaken him."

Xu Xing sneered several times.

The corruption of Taipusi War Horse was obviously not his fault, but the fault of the country. It's just that Emperor Chongming didn't care about the life or death of this small official, so he executed him at will to stop Youyou's mouth.

At this time, he has 200,000 rebel troops in hand...

Emperor Chongming would never be allowed to hang himself to death easily.

Peeling last grass, owl-head wine vessel...

He will never forget one after another of deep hatred.

…

Half an hour later.

The Siming Mountain rebels finally arrived at Shenjing City.

"Is that Xu Ni?"

On the city, Emperor Chongming was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe.

He held his hand on the battlement and glanced down at the Siming Mountain Rebels who were crowded under the city with red flags and the word "Xing" embroidered on the flags. Then he pointed his finger at a green-robed scholar standing in front of the military formation, and then turned his attention to Li Enlu, the palm eunuch.

In the 22nd year of Chongming, Li Enlu was sent to Guanxi Road as an envoy and met Xu Xing.

"Your Majesty..."

"That person is Xu Ni."

Li Enlu took out the handkerchief from her sleeve, wiped the cold sweat on her forehead, and replied.

Just today, he also presented a letter of surrender to Xu Xing and went out with the Tiqi commanded by Commander Liu. At this moment, Emperor Chongming didn't want to stay in the palace properly and insisted on supervising the battle in person, so he also dragged him...

If the filling is leaked later...

"Then it's time for him to die."

A sneer appeared on Emperor Chongming's lips.

"Death date?"

Li Enlu didn't know what kind of hysteria Emperor Chongming was suffering from.

Now that King Xingtian has the right time, place, and people, how could he be approaching his death date?

However--

The next moment, he was shocked.

He saw a white-haired man accompanying Emperor Chongming suddenly jump down from the city. Just when he thought this man was seeking death for his country and his country. A flash of green light appeared under the white-haired man's feet, and a flying sword appeared in his hand, stabbing straight towards Xu Xing...

When he was two arrows away from Xu Xing, he threw the flying sword in his hand.

And he stood still in the sky.

The flying sword turned into a rainbow!

"Fairy?"

"Immortal?"

"Is it an immortal?"

The imperial officers and soldiers on the city and the Simingshan rebels below the city all showed shock on their faces.

Although the guard camp around Xu Xing responded and formed a shield formation to protect them, their iron shields were cut apart like tofu by a slight touch from the flying sword, making them extremely fragile.

The iron shields shattered one by one, and the flying swords pointed directly at Xu Xing's heart.

Buzz!

A dull bell sounded.

A scene that surprised everyone again appeared.

An old monk in a gray robe instantly blocked in front of Xu Xing, transformed into an eight-armed Ming Wang, holding the flying sword with his palms.

Under the grip of the two palms emitting golden light.

The flying sword kept wailing.

Gradually losing its support.

"Xu Xing has the body of a Ming Wang and the appearance of a human king. The Song family cannot be bullied!"

The old monk in a gray robe wiped out the spirituality of the flying sword with his palms and said.

As soon as these words came out.

The Chongming Emperor standing on the city instantly collapsed to the ground, losing his spiritual support.

And Ye Jiming saw that the flying sword was damaged, and he also wanted to control the escape light to leave.

However, when he just turned around, a three-foot-long bright yellow sword energy approached him, directly piercing his white clothes and scratching his arm.

Spots of red blood fell from the air.

"Great Imperial Court Sword Qi?"

"How is this possible?"

Ye Jiming turned his head and looked at Xu Xing standing on the warhorse, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Imperial Court Sword Canon" is the top innate martial arts, and it is also considered good in Feiyu Fairy Palace. Although he has a better innate martial arts than this "Imperial Court Sword Canon", Xu Xing is only less than 30 years old, and he has not only reached the innate realm, but also cultivated the Great Imperial Court Sword Qi. This talent is really terrifying.

"Great Imperial Court Sword Qi?"

"This understanding, aptitude..."

The gray-robed old monk was also shocked.

Originally, he thought that Xu Xing was already a dragon among men with the Ming Wang body.

But the Ming Wang body obviously only improves the practice of Buddhist internal and external skills, not... to the practice of the "Imperial Court Sword Canon".

Xu Xing, standing on the horse, was calm and composed.

The time ratio between the real world and the dungeon world is 1:36. It has been nearly two months since he sent out his troops from Guanxi Road, which is six or seven years in the dungeon world.

This period of time is enough for him to practice the Imperial Court Sword Canon.

He deliberately showed his Great Imperial Court Sword Qi at this moment, firstly to let Xuanji Temple increase its investment in him, and secondly to defeat Ye Jiming with a sword, which would also be beneficial for him to enter Feiyu Fairy Palace in the future...

Ye Jiming seemed to be an immortal among humans, but in fact he was only the peak of the innate, and had not yet forged the immortal foundation.

There was a difference in cultivation between him and him, but it was not big.

The real reliance was only that flying sword.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Xu Xing, the King of Xingtian.

…

“The offender Xu Xing…, at the age of 18, was selected by the Ministry of Rites of the Shangshu Province, and passed the arithmetic exam. He was appointed by the Ministry of Personnel as the eighth-rank stable official of the Imperial Household Department. Later, he made many achievements in his position, but he was always ranked in the middle and lower levels in the imperial examinations. In the past two years, his official position has not been promoted…”

“At the age of 20, he was convicted of corruption by Chongming and imprisoned in the Tianlao of the Ministry of Justice.”

“According to the punishment of Taizu, he will be skinned and stuffed with straw…”

“But all the officials in the court know that Xu Xing is a person who has been wronged and taken the blame, and Your Majesty also knows it. How could a mere eighth-rank stable official embezzle 300 war horses…”

“Since the accumulated evils of the country are difficult to reverse…”

“Then today…”

“The offender Xu Xing wishes to die in the country, and I hope you will agree!”

Xu Xing no longer paid attention to Ye Jiming and the gray-robed old monk. He looked at Emperor Chongming on the city wall and all the civil and military officials in the court, and read out the punitive manifesto he wrote.