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Chapter 525: Seize and Protect, Choice (asking for monthly ticket)

Only in the night three days ago.

The long wind blows across the sky of Zhongzhou, the lights are like dragons, the elite troops of Ying State are stationed here, and conflicts among many forces are lurking. Logically speaking, it should be lively.

But beneath the superficial bustle, there is an indescribable feeling of tranquility in the city of Zhongzhou.

Lively, quiet, fiery, dead silent.

Different atmospheres swirled around and condensed in the night of a city.

King Su in the academy raised his head and looked at the sky. The wind was surging and the bells under the eaves of the academy were shaking crisply.

In the past, the academy was bustling with people, and this kind of crisp sound was just fun.

The academy is now desolate. Apart from the older generation like them, there are no more young people. The ringing of the bells in the night wind brings out a sense of desolation and loneliness, which makes people feel inexplicably melancholy.

The old Qilin, whose horn was broken, had a look of disappointment in his eyes.

Is the Chidi's eight hundred years of good fortune coming to an end?
King Su looked at the aura, looking at the entire Zhongzhou night sky. Many auras, military aura, king aura, dynasty aura, and people's aura were entangled and swirled, turning into an ocean. It was so complicated that even Dao Zong could not see clearly.

Who can tell clearly about destiny and human nature?

Gongyang Suwang said softly: "How fierce the military force is, and Jiang Wanxiang's spirit is so majestic. This time, he came to swallow the fate of the Red Emperor. However, my friend, the school has been fulfilling that promise since the establishment of the first Red Emperor eight hundred years ago."

The old Qilin whispered: "At least we must protect the safety of the Red Emperor's lineage."

King Su said, “Yes.”

The old Qilin shook his body and turned into a kitten, lying on the shoulder of King Su. Although he taught the little guy a lesson, the first generation master once said, "When three people walk together, there must be one who can be my teacher." He also figured out from the little Qilin the means and uses of transforming into a smaller shape to facilitate movement.

King Su held up the sword from the ancient Confucian path and said, "Yuwen Lie, He Ruo, the tiger hunter, led the army to come. In troubled times, famous generals are vigorous and unstoppable."

"If you and I were to fight these two famous generals head-on, we would not be their match."

"It is very possible that he died in the chaos of battle."

"The only chance is..."

The old Qilin whispered, "Kill him."

King Su nodded and said, "Yes."

The old scholar stroked the sword with his hand and said, "The lineage of the Eight Hundred Years Red Emperor cannot end in this way. Even if he cannot rule the country in the future, he can still be a peaceful prince like he is now and have a good end."

Afterwards, the heads of various palaces in the academy secretly contacted Chidi, saying that they hoped to take Ji Zichang away and send him to a safe place. Even if he did not have the power to rule the world, at least he could have a stable and peaceful life.

But Chidi did not answer him.

Just say that later, King Su will see his answer.

The teachers in the academy never gave up on the rescue. They tried their best and contacted each other secretly. Taoist Zi Yang Zhenren and Buddhist Zhongyuan Living Buddha both came forward and prepared a retreat route to help.

But they walked in front of Ji Zichang.

What we saw was the real emperor turning around and heading to his death after eight hundred years of spring and autumn.

And now.

The raging flames shot up into the sky, seeming to burn the entire sky.

Su Wang and Qilin, who were hiding in the crowd, watched this scene and were speechless for a moment.

They came to rescue Chidi.

But at this moment, it could not move forward. The Qilin of the Eight Heavens could hardly rush into such a raging flame among the famous generals and the army of Ying State. King Su was also not a match for Yuwen Lie. The old Qilin who once followed the first generation of Master looked at the raging flames in a daze for a long time.

Qilin lowered his voice and said, "Is this his choice..."

"His answer."

King Su looked at all this and said, "Yes."

The old Qilin said, "I have seen him. Many years ago, when his son with Concubine Wen was born, he was very happy and came to the academy in person to pay homage to Taoist Xiantian, Zi Yang Zhenren. He also personally asked for a longevity lock for the child."

"Then his son died."

"His brows never relaxed again until recently, when I could sense a glimmer of light returning to his eyes, like the morning dew on the grass reflecting the sunlight. He regained his desire for life."

"That's a good thing."

"Master, doesn't he want to live?"

Gongyang Su Wang said: "He wants to live, but he also wants something bigger."

"That thing is more important than life."

"What about Concubine Wen?"

"So does she."

The old Qilin was silent for a long time.

In the end, the old scholar could only put away his sword and bow slightly.

Even the Confucian King, who is above the Ninth Heaven and not as powerful as the martial arts legend, cannot take action at this time.

In other words, it is precisely because he is the King of Confucianism that he would not take action at this time. He is able to realize Ji Zichang's passion and persistence, and understand his determination to end the 800-year fate of the Red Emperor by himself.

To a determined person, any action is an extreme insult.

King Gongyang Su bowed solemnly:
"To the Red Emperor."

"A gentleman will never die without a hat."

The disciples of the first generation of Confucian masters died to straighten their caps; not for the action of straightening the caps, but for the righteousness and ideals represented by this action. Therefore, they were willing to die, which was called bravery.

In front of the blazing flames, some were at a loss, while others were in panic.

King Gongyang Su's action was too abrupt.

Make yourself stand out.

The sound of weapons arrayed was suddenly shrill. Weapons were laid flat one after another, with the blades emitting sharpness and cold light. With Yuwen Lie and He Ruoqinhu, two of the top ten generals of the contemporary era, as the center, they locked onto King Gongyang Su.

In a one-on-one fight, King Gongyang Su was half a step ahead of Yuwen Lie.

Steady pressure, He Ruo captures the tiger.

However, in troubled times, the dominance of military strategists and generals lies in the murderous battlefield. The military strategists and generals are invincible. In such an environment at this moment, even Gongyang Suwang could not avoid his death.

But he was calm and unhurried, performing the farewell ceremony for the Red Emperor. He did not worry about his environment or safety. He only looked at the fierce formation in front of him, and at Jiang Wanxiang, who was between the two gods, looking up at the surging nine-story pagoda.

The old Canglong's face was illuminated by the blazing fire and turned red.

He seemed to be in a daze for a long time.

They have already forgotten that a king and a powerful official should disrupt the situation at this time to prevent the huge impact of the Red Emperor's death from spreading. They should completely grasp the news in their hands and suppress its negative impact on themselves to the extreme.

He just watched the fierce, brilliant flames quietly.

He gave Ji Zichang a decent choice, allowing him to keep his luck and fame and go do what he wanted, but Jiang Wanxiang could not have anticipated Ji Zichang's choice.

Matters of life and death are also big.

After a long time, Jiang Wanxiang glanced at Gongyang Suwang who was surrounded by the array of gods, his white hair swaying in the fire. He said calmly: "Gongyang Suwang, the first of Confucianism, I still remember when I first met the Master, you were just a middle-aged scholar."

"And I am just a young man dressed in fine clothes and riding a horse."

"Now, time has passed, and you and I have reached our current age and current situation."

King Gongyang Su simply said, "Things in the world are unpredictable."

Jiang Wanxiang had no intention of killing King Su, but just said: "I still have some things to discuss with Master Su first. It is not a good place to chat in front of the raging fire. Please go to the academy instead. I will visit you in person after the king is gone."

King Gongyang Su asked: "Why didn't Emperor Ying call himself "I" today?"

The old Canglong looked at the raging fire and replied with a smile: "Today I have met the emperor and know the heroes. Today, there are only one emperor in all the places in the world."

King Gongyang Su held the sword in his hand, and under the gaze of Yuwen Lie and He Ruoqinhu, he turned around and left calmly, attracting the attention of the two divine generals. The remains of many royal family members who died here were collected, and all the ministers and officials were taken care of.

Yuwen Lie, the only general who had the instinct to stop the fire, was stopped by Jiang Wanxiang, because the raging flames represented the fire of the Red Empire's destiny for eight hundred years, which was extremely poisonous to the generals who had cultivated their spiritual power and had strong bodies.

Yuwen Lie looked at the raging fire, the flames reflected in his pupils.

It's a pity after all.

Although this proud general was on alert, he still nodded slightly, like a tiger lowering its head, as a sign of greeting.

He Ruo was an experienced tiger hunter. After King Gongyang Su retreated half a step under the general trend, he took half a step forward and said, "Your Majesty."

"The strongest Ji Yanzhong of the Ji family is not seen here."

He lowered his voice, and said, "I heard that Princess Changle Ji Ning'er was born. She is very much loved by Ji Zichang and his wife, and she is also the adopted daughter of Qin Wang Li Guanyi."

"From my humble opinion, Ji Zichang's decision is to bury the fate of the Red Emperor for eight hundred years. However, humans are not plants or trees, so who can be heartless? Even if the emperor's heart is as hard as iron and the king's heart is as fierce as hell, and he has the courage to destroy the dynasty by himself, under this iron-like state of mind, there is still a trace of tenderness between parents and children."

"I'm afraid that Ji Zichang and his wife used their lives as bait."

"Then, entrust it to King Qin."

"As long as there are descendants of the Red Emperor, I, Da Ying, will find it difficult to suppress what happened today. Your Majesty, you must be ruthless and uproot the weeds. The affairs of the country and the family, and the reputation that will last for generations after our death, all depend on us."

"Your Majesty, please give me a military order and allow me to go there in person."

"Eliminate Ji Yanzhong and Princess Changle together."

Yuwen Lie, who had been bowing his head, suddenly looked up, and there was a compelling coldness in the eyes of the brave general.

He Ruo captured the tiger with a normal expression.

Jiang Wanxiang remained silent and said, "...Yuwen."

Yuwen Lie took a half step forward, bowed his head and said, "I am here!"

Jiang Wanxiang said, "You have heard what Mr. Qinhu said, right?"

"Yes."

Jiang Wanxiang said calmly: "I'll leave this matter to you. Don't let me down."

Yuwen Lie bowed his head and said, "I obey your order!"

God will stride out.

………………

Ji Yanzhong's breathing became a little hurried. He held the child tightly and pushed his body skills to the extreme. As a martial artist at the peak of the seventh level of the Grandmaster realm, after leaving the city, he found the carriage that had been prepared long ago.

It is a carriage pulled by a dragon horse, and the carriage has the mechanical skills of the Mohist school.

Even on a rough road, you can still move forward smoothly.

Next to Ji Yanzhong, there was a sword. The sword was sharp and scabbarded. The carriage was moving very fast. The old man, who was born in the line of Chidi, forced himself not to think about what Chidi Ji Zichang was going to do, and just focused his mind on the child.

At the King of Qin's place, Li Guanyi will definitely be able to protect this child.

But just as he was galloping, Ji Yanzhong's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The dragon colt neighed, but encountered a ravine and almost stepped on empty air. The carriage paused, moved sideways and passed a bend, and stopped steadily. Ji Yanzhong gasped with cold sweat on his forehead, and looked up into the distance.

He had already run a long distance.

But within the area of ​​a hundred miles, one could still see the blazing color rising into the sky in Zhongzhou City like a red divine sword. The majestic and blazing red spread in all directions and turned into fire.

Ji Yanzhong grew up in Zhongzhou City.

He was extremely familiar with everything there.

Even without much thought, one can infer that the blazing red color rising into the sky must be located in the imperial palace.

Ji Yanzhong subconsciously wanted to move the horses and carriage and rush towards Zhongzhou City, but when the carriage moved, a look of struggle appeared on his face again, sensing Ji Ning'er who was sleeping quietly in the carriage.

Ji Yanzhong struggled for a moment.

Finally, he gasped heavily, his hands holding the reins trembled slightly, his cheeks twitched, and he suddenly exerted force, pulling the reins of the carriage, making the carriage turn around, still taking the small road, and heading straight to the south of the Yangtze River.

He seemed to be able to sense the blazing fire of destiny in the palace complex behind him, and could imagine everything about him: the bricks he walked on when he was a child learning to walk, the small courtyard where he practiced swordplay as a teenager, the big red pillar that he once used to measure his height, and the osmanthus tree that his mother leaned on with a smile while telling him stories, all of which were collapsing.

People's memories are often associated with a certain place.

When those places collapse.

It was like the memory and the flesh and blood of the soul were torn apart.

Without a hometown, memories are like wandering souls with no place to rest.

Man has lost his place to return to in this world.

The older you get, the clearer these emotions become.

Ji Yanzhong gritted his teeth, betrayed his past, and rushed outside with the child. However, when passing through a small path, he suddenly felt something was wrong. There was a sound like a powerful crossbow bursting out.

Ji Yanzhong reacted instantly and his scalp went numb: "Not good.!!!"

Red flames exploded and turned into scales that swirled in sequence, circling around the chariot. The crossbow arrows shot out from the front were like ink-colored rain lines, densely packed. They were all Mohist mechanical crossbows that had been poisoned.

Three hundred planes, ambushed and shot in secret.

Accompanied by the roar of an old dragon.

With the help of the Red Dragon Dharma Image achieved through practicing the unique skill of [Red Dragon Shocking the Nine Provinces], he circled and roared, and forcibly stopped all three hundred armor-piercing crossbows. There were ambushes. Was it from Ying State, or arranged by other royal family members, or -

They are the officials of the court.

Possibilities emerged in Ji Yanzhong's mind. He let out a long roar, and while protecting the carriage and the children inside, he unleashed his unique skills by consuming a lot of internal energy.

The red dragon's Dharma image circled, and the dragon's roar shook the left and right. Ji Yanzhong's grandmaster-level energy directly covered an area of ​​several miles in radius. The red dragon's Dharma image turned into several afterimages, blasting in all directions, killing the hidden enemies one by one and forcing them out.

"Wen Family Secret Guard?!"

"And my brother's Red Dragon Guards..."

Ji Yanzhong recognized these people who were ambushing on the road to Qin State.

Even including Concubine Wen's family and royal family members, the old man understood these people's plans in an instant. They were also talented people, and they guessed that Ji Zichang wanted to take Ji Ning'er away.

Then, he took action for his own benefit.

Want to stop Ji Ning'er.

"Ji Yanzhong, we have no interest in fighting you. We are here to stop you with only one request: Hand over Princess Changle!"

A white-haired old man stood there. He was the old patriarch of the Wen family.

Concubine Wen’s grandfather.

He had finally reached the Grandmaster level, but at this moment he was stopped here. Ji Yanzhong said angrily: "Prime Minister Wen, you are the princess's blood relative, why do you want to do such a thing!"

"Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs!"

"You, you are so cruel and heartless!"

The old man said: "I am not only Ji Ning'er's elder, but also the head of my Wen family, which has thousands of people. Only by handing over [the only bloodline of the Red Emperor for 800 years] to Emperor Ying can the family be preserved!"

"For the sake of the family, even I can die. Even my most beloved granddaughter can enter the palace to be a concubine. Besides, Jiang Wanxiang is magnanimous and will not harm Ji Ning'er. He will just let her enter the Ying Kingdom Palace and become a new princess!"

"That is the righteousness of [the Red Emperor's 800 Years]!"

Ji Yanzhong was stunned. He looked at the ambush in front of him and the swords that were trying to force him and the child back. He suddenly felt absurd. This gentle old man who had no opinion of his own suddenly wanted to laugh.

Ridiculous, ridiculous.

Ripples appeared in the void and the red dragon's Dharma image roared.

"Absurd!!!"

With a cross of his hands, the Red Dragon's unique martial arts that shook the nine states was displayed for the first time with such anger and with such passion. He was an old man who used to travel around and would show mercy to Yue Qianfeng, who was starving at that time.

He would observe secretly and found out that Yue Qianfeng was a bandit but refused to rob. Every time he went out to rob, he would leave the land for the farmers to till. So he made an exception and taught him the world's top skills, and he became the elder who marked the beginning of the legend of this contemporary hero.

He gently believed that all people in the world are the same, and that everyone has their own reasons for doing things, and they can understand each other, but at this moment he finally realized it.

People act according to their class and position.

Can't understand.

This time, the killer was killed.

Those who were knocked away by him all had their chests collapsed, vomited three buckets of blood and died miserably, with a dragon horse pulling a cart following closely behind him.

Kill a bloody road!
The Wen family ancestor's expression was moved: "What a good method, so cruel!"

"Ji Yanzhong, I will be your opponent, and the rest of you, protect Princess Chidi."

"Take it back!"

They were all masters, and they outnumbered Ji Yanzhong, forcing him to slow down.

A misty crane image appeared and fought with Ji Yanzhong. Ji Yanzhong fought desperately and suppressed this old rival who used to be as strong as himself, but there were too many people on the other side.

He watched them approaching the carriage with bloodshot eyes. When he risked his life, the warriors who rushed over, the one who ran in the front, lifted the curtain and showed a smile on his face.

His body suddenly froze.

Then he suddenly threw himself backwards, and his body was torn in half like a rag, leaving only a blood mist. Everyone was slightly stunned, but saw such scenes appearing again and again, and in a flash, hundreds of skilled warriors were dead.

Then, there came a hair-raising, sharp, and piercing sound of breaking through the air.

Wen Hanfeng's expression froze, and the next moment, his pupils contracted.

Ripples appeared in the void, as if a white tiger pounced out.

The tiger has pale golden eyes and is arrogant and self-centered.

In just a moment, the protective energy around Wen Hanfeng was shattered.

The most talented person in the Wen family in a hundred years, the master of the seventh level, had his aura shattered like rags. His eyes blurred, his throat felt sweet, and blood spurted out of his mouth. Before he could react, he found that a heavy spear had pierced his abdomen and pinned him to the rock wall.

The blood kept flowing and dripping.

Ji Yanzhong was stunned and dazed, and he subconsciously raised his head to look.

The sound of horse hooves is peaceful.

It fell on the ground with a ticking sound, and the fluttering cloak was like an inky cloud. The dragon horse [Treading on the Clouds] was eight feet high in the chest, and the man on it was very tall, with broad shoulders. He was wearing heavy dark silver armor, with a white face and black eyes, and was handsome and arrogant.

The fifth most powerful general in the world is General Yuwen Lie.

A trace of despair arose in Ji Yanzhong's heart.

This is truly a top notch guy.

Yuwen Lie raised his hand, and the heavy spear whistled, combining with the Dharmakaya, bursting out with a terrifying force that directly killed Wen Hanfeng. Then a burst of light burst out and flew back into his hand. This top general came with a divine weapon in his hand and a majestic aura.

Ji Yanzhong stood in front of Yuwen Lie.

Yuwen Lie said succinctly:

"His Majesty wants me to get rid of you and Changle."

Ji Yanzhong was seriously injured and knew that as a mere seventh level cultivator, there was no way he could stop this mighty and powerful general.

He was not afraid of dying.

Just because he was incompetent and couldn't protect Ji Ning'er in such a turbulent time and felt guilty about it, Yuwen Lie shook his hand and threw the heavy spear towards Ji Yanzhong, but it just grazed the old man's neck and stabbed into the rock.

Ji Yanzhong was stunned.

Yuwen Lie said: "His Majesty the Red Emperor has already burned himself to death, destroying the Taoist tradition of the world for eight hundred years. So, Ji Ning'er is no longer a princess."

Ji Yanzhong opened his mouth. Even though he had expected this in his heart, he still felt a sense of sadness at this moment. He couldn't tell whether it was for the eight hundred years of the Red Emperor or for the pity for Ji Zichang.

Many things cannot be distinguished so clearly.

Yuwen Lie said slowly, "You are very lucky. Zi Yang from the Taoist sect and the old monk from the Buddhist sect have both taken action and stopped most of the pursuers for you. It's just that the Red Emperor's choice was different from what they expected, and he didn't tell them his choice."

“It has not come yet.”

"Because of King Su, only one of He Ruoqinhu and I can come out."

"It was me who came out."

Ji Yanzhong watched as the most powerful general in the world rode on a dragon colt and walked to the front of the carriage. He rolled down the carriage, leaned inside and looked at the sleeping little girl.

The cloak sways.

General Shenwei half-knelt in front of the child.

He stretched out his hand and took out Ji Ning'er, who was a little over two years old.

He put it inside his robe and tied it tightly. Yuwen Lie's voice was unusually gentle, and he said, "Your father and mother fought for the world with heroic spirit. The world is in such a mess, but they can't just fall into the trap of petty intrigues."

"Let Yuwen Lie protect Her Royal Highness the Princess."

"The last journey..."

He held the child in his arms and turned around. The cold god rode on the divine horse, holding the child in his left hand and holding the war spear in his right hand. He looked at Ji Yanzhong. The old man's sleeves and chest were stained with blood, but he was stunned and asked, "Why?"

He didn't understand. Did Yuwen Lie want to trick Ji Ning'er back?
Yuwen Lie's tone was cold and calm: "Even in troubled times."

“It’s not just about winning or losing and interests.”

“A real man has things he must do and things he must not do.”

"Ru, lead the way."

(End of this chapter)