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Chapter 528: Let's be calm together for thousands of years (asking for monthly tickets)
True Man Zi Yang and the old monk looked at the King of Qin who was standing quietly over there.

A surging force was surging through King Qin's body. That strong, roaring breath stirred King Qin's soul. His friends, confidants, and everything he had were shattered just when everything was on track.

The wind whistled and ripples appeared.

True Man Zi Yang slowly raised his eyes and looked at the sky. The inky clouds gradually gathered and collided. The flowing wind was agitated and faintly transformed into the appearance of a white tiger and a red dragon, and then collapsed again.

True Man Zi Yang was shocked.

The turning point of a martial arts legend? !

He looked at the young man in front of him, but the things ignited by the fire of anger would eventually go out. The legend of martial arts was not a barrier that could be broken through by just anger and excitement. If that were the case, how could legends be so rare in the world?

Ji Ning'er stretched out her little hand to wipe the tears from King Qin's face.

"Don't cry, don't cry."

Li Guanyi grinned, but this smile made his nose feel even more sour. He just raised his hand and wiped his cheek with his sleeve, just like the pharmacist who walked the streets and was not very particular in the past.

He looked at Zi Yang Zhenren and the Living Buddha and said, "Excuse me, Palace Masters."

True Man Zi Yang said he dared not.

The young man in front of him is already a unique figure of his time, a man with the spirit of an eternal overlord. However, before the world is at peace due to the strife, it is these heroes who were rarely seen in the past who are fighting each other.

The old monk said: "The King of Su is still in Zhongzhou, and the ruins of the academy are still there. We will also go back to accompany the King of Su..."

"You, old friend."

The number one Buddhist in Middle-earth looked at his friend Ji Yanzhong.

Ji Yanzhong seemed to have been thinking for a long time. He sat quietly and suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Your Majesty, this child is the last blood of Zichang and his wife. The world is in turmoil now. I don't know how many people want to borrow his name to stir up the storm in this chaotic world."

"When he was between life and death, the person he trusted the most was you."

"Ning'er, I'll leave it to you."

The King of Qin looked at the old uncle and senior. He understood Ji Zichang's determination, controlled his emotions, hugged Ji Ning'er, and said solemnly: "From today on, she is my daughter. I swear to the heavens and the earth that I will use the sword in my hand to protect her. The world is so big, and I will not let her get hurt at all."

"She is the child of Brother Chang Wen and his wife, the Wen family."

"From today on...she will be called Chang Ning'er."

Ji Yanzhong said: "Changle and Changning are good things in a peaceful day."

He reached out his hand and touched Ji Ning'er. The kind-hearted old man did not stay for long after all. He refused the King of Qin's request to let him stay here. He did not go to see the disciple Yue Qianfeng again. He just said: "Zhongzhou is my hometown and my past."

"Compared to you, the old man is still an old man after all."

"I am soft-hearted and don't have your kind of decisiveness. Facing the great situation in this world, I can't make such a sharp decision. So, I will just go back to the academy with the old monk and the old Taoist..."

"At least, I want to go back to my hometown."

"go home."

Ji Yanzhong forced a smile, said goodbye, and rushed back to Zhongzhou Academy with True Man Zi Yang and the old monk to look for King Gongyang Su and the old Qilin who were left alone in the academy.

I don’t know how many years we have been practicing together as palace masters of the academy.

The friendship between them is deep.

King Gongyang Su was alone inside, so they were naturally worried.

But when the three of them were hurrying back, Ji Yanzhong separated from the two palace masters and chose a different path. True Man Zi Yang stood between the mountains, looking at the figure who said he wanted to drink water but left, and remained silent for a long time.

Turning back, he saw the old monk who had a good personal relationship with Ji Yanzhong walking forward step by step without looking back, so he called out, "Old monk, Ji Yanzhong, I don't know where the old emperor's uncle has gone."

The old monk replied: “Yes.”

True Man Zi Yang sighed and said, "The Red Emperor's lineage has perished. Ji Yanzhong has lived there since he was a child, and his past has also ended. When people encounter great changes, they often become less calm."

"I'm worried that he might become depressed and do something crazy."

The old monk asked, "Can you pee for him?"

Zi Yang Zhenren said: "Old monk, please don't try to be sharp."

The old monk walked on, saying, "He is not walking with us."

True Man Zi Yang said: "It's sad, but worth talking about. It's a pity."

He suddenly let out a long howl, a breath of pure Taoist essence, with a powerful aura, the sound was like piercing gold and splitting stone, rushing up to the sky, and shouted loudly: "Don't cross the river, don't cross the river!"

"The Duke crossed the river and died."

"What can I do to you?"

There was no response, and Master Zi Yang sighed for a long time.

All I could see were the mountains, the thick clouds and fog, the rustling bamboo forest, and the inexplicable silence, but I couldn't see the kind-hearted old man.

Ji Yanzhong just walked forward with his head down, but no one knew where he was going.

Below the realm of the seventh heaven, his master's martial arts cannot change any situation in this chaotic world, but it is also a level that can be seen from those top figures. When he displays his skills, he is really like a circling red dragon.

Rushing all the way.

I don’t know where I went, and in a daze, I saw countless smoke from cooking.

But they had already arrived at a small town. Ji Yanzhong was in a daze. He looked at this small town under the jurisdiction of Tiance Mansion and didn't know how he walked in. People passing by could see his appearance and were concerned about him.

A young man in the town saw that the old man had messy white hair and bloodshot eyes, and was worried about the old man, so he invited the old man to sit at home for a while, put down his farm tools, and called his family to get out coarse rice and some pickles to entertain the old man.

This strong young man was born into a hunter family. As the mountains and forests originally belonged to major families, the birds, beasts and fish in them naturally belonged to the families. He could only hunt them secretly, and even if he wanted to sell them, he could only do so at a very low price.

I just live from hunger to fullness.

Not to mention having a family and building a house.

Originally he was living a hard life, but in recent years due to the new policies of the Qilin Army, he was given land and could go hunting according to the seasons, so his life got better. Now he has married his childhood sweetheart and has a child.

"I plan to teach her the archery skills later and let her go to the public school of His Majesty the King of Qin. I heard that there is a Qi-nourishing pill made by Grandmaster Hou Zhongyu. Children of the right age can get it. There are also special warriors to teach martial arts."

"It's the [Qilin Army's Fifth Basic Martial Arts]."

This man treated Ji Yanzhong to a meal. When they chatted, he had a smile on his face. It was obvious that he was very happy with his current life. He said with great joy, "Your Majesty personally gave it a name. What's it called..."

"What's this, young eagle spreading its wings!"

"Hey, look at this name, it's so impressive!"

"It's great, it's majestic, and it makes people feel powerful!"

Suddenly, a guest came. It turned out to be a man from the hunting team who came to see him. He got up to entertain him. His wife was cooking. Since he was a hunter, there was no shortage of meat at home.

The meat is air-dried using traditional methods and is very flavorful.

Ji Yanzhong looked at the vegetables, coarse grain rice, and some dried meat.

For a royal family, it's quite simple.

But for the people in the small town, this is something they would never have dared to think about in the past ten or twenty years.

In particular, there are elixirs passed down by sorcerer masters of unusual origins, the "Martial Arts Classic" that was personally refined by the sword maniac Murong Longtu, and the basic entry-level kung fu that the grandmaster-level warrior Ximen Hengrong explored from the experience of the Motian Sect that spread throughout the northern part of the Chen Kingdom.

You can learn to read and study numerology.

And the way to ascend was opened.

All of these exude a kind of vitality.

Ji Yanzhong saw the future, and he suddenly thought of many things, including Jiang Wanxiang, Ji Zichang, and what Yuwen Lie had said to him. The old man lowered his eyes.

'Besides, she's not a princess anymore.'

'The one who survived was not the princess.'

"Your Majesty's empire is so vast that it can accommodate a child, but it cannot tolerate the rebellion of the Red Emperor."

'Ji Yanzhong.'

'You are on your own.'

Ji Yanzhong seemed to finally understand something. He realized that what he needed to bear was heavy enough. Should he follow Ji Zichang's wish and cut off the last legend of the Red Emperor?

He remained silent for a long time, and when he heard a faint voice, Ji Yanzhong looked up.

On the chair opposite sat the child.

The hunter obviously loved his daughter very much, and asked the carpenter in the town to make such a good chair for the child who was only three or four years old to sit in without falling down. At this moment, there was a small tray on the small table with rice porridge in a wooden bowl.

The little girl held the wooden-handled spoon and tried hard to learn to eat by herself.

He raised his head, his eyes sparkling.

Because he was just an ordinary commoner's child, even though he was one or two years older than Ji Ning'er, they looked about the same age. Ji Yanzhong had an idea in his mind.

Use this child to replace Ji Ning'er.

Let's hide the last traces of the Red Emperor's lineage...

Ji Yanzhong slowly stood up and walked in front of the child.

The child looked at him curiously, then revealed an innocent smile. He held the wooden-handled spoon in his hand, a bit like holding a dagger, and scooped horizontally. A lot of rice grains dripped down and stuck to a pocket cloth in front of his clothes. His eyes were bright.

Ji Yanzhong slowly stretched out his hand and pressed the child.

"Sorry."

"child."

………………

"Hahaha, good, we found a big wild boar. This evil beast comes out to destroy farmland and also attacks ordinary people passing by. Humph, we have been watching it for so long, and it finally showed its hand!" "It's already June, kill it before the autumn harvest, and you can also go to the Qilin Army to claim the reward, which is considered [pest control]. The Qilin Army will take its leather and teeth, and the meat will be distributed to the villagers. Although it is an uncastrated pig, it is still meat at least!"

"Hahaha, okay, you guys gather the brothers together later."

"Let's do this to eliminate harm for the people!"

After the man finished chatting with his friends, he came back with a smile and said, "Haha, old man, I'm sorry, we were delayed by something. Look at me, once I talk about this, I tend to forget other things..."

His voice stopped abruptly because he saw that the old man suddenly disappeared.

At first I was stunned and confused.

But when he saw that his child was also missing, his face changed drastically, and his heart skipped a beat. He was worried that he had met that old man who was cutting off living things. He was anxious, and thought he was just at the door, but the old man seemed to have the power of a god and disappeared in an instant.

He rushed over, shouting, "My child..."

But after taking two steps, his vision, which was blocked by the table, opened up and he could see it.

His child was standing on the ground. The outer coat he was wearing was taken away, and the child was only wearing inner clothes. However, he did not feel cold and held a bead in his hand.

The man said, "Cui'er, you are okay. What is this?!"

The child was puzzled and said, "Just now, grandpa gave me this."

"I asked my mother to sew clothes for me."

Although the hunter was born in poverty, he knew things. When he saw the round, clear bead with a fire burning inside, he knew it was a good thing and said, "You take it."

The child pouted: "That old man gave it to me!"

But the hunter didn't care, he just took the thing from the child, and didn't pamper his four-year-old daughter. He ran outside and shouted, "Senior, old man, you left your things behind!"

"Please come back and take your things away. The dress will be yours."

But even though his voice was very loud, it gradually died down after being heard. All he could see were the mountains in the distance and a small path that was being built leading to the main road outside. How could anyone respond?

The man stood there holding the bead, at a loss for a moment, not knowing what to do.

…………

Ji Yanzhong was walking forward.

With every step he took, his sleeves fluttered and he was already moving very far away. He had the child's coat in his arms, and he took some hay and straw and stuffed it inside, so it looked like he was holding the child in his arms.

He said sorry because at that time he really wanted to use the child as a substitute to die. Throughout the history of emperors and generals, there were countless substitutes and scapegoats. Many so-called wise rulers and heroes had done such things.

This is to fulfill the last wish of the Red Emperor and take the first step towards creating a parallel world for the world.

Such a tragic and heroic thing.

It's just at the cost of an ordinary person's life, which doesn't seem to be something worth hesitating about. A real flesh and blood body is naturally easier to trust than straw. Not many people outside have seen Ji Ning'er, so it's not difficult to use some tricks to conceal the truth.

However, Ji Yanzhong is ultimately just an ordinary person who is weak, honest, but kind-hearted.

Even though it was something that all the heroes and tycoons in history could do without blinking an eye, the old man still couldn't bring himself to do it. He just took the clothes, and because of the thoughts and ideas that had emerged in his mind before, he felt extremely ashamed and left a bead on his body.

Under the rule of the King of Qin, that bead was just a valuable but not that valuable, not to the point of violating any laws.

And there is a gentle fire element in it.

It can keep the child whose coat has been taken away warm to prevent him from catching a cold.

Ji Yanzhong held the "child" in his arms, lowered his eyes, took a deep breath, and finally took a step forward, heading towards his hometown, his past, his ideals, and the last entrustment of the Red Emperor Ji Zichang.

The Emperor of Ying State controlled the fortune for eight hundred years and committed many brutal acts, slaughtering aristocratic families and nobles, and driving the remaining young people of major families into the territory of Ying State. After Yuwen Lie returned, he just half-knelt on the ground and told everyone what he had done.

He Ruoqinhu was furious and said, "How dare you do this, you bastard!"

"How can you know the hearts of people in the world?"

"There must be countless people coveting the so-called princess, wanting to use the blood of the Red Emperor to stir up chaos again. You pity a woman now, but in the future, the world will be in flames and many people will die. Don't you pity them?!"

Yuwen Lie looked at He Ruoqinhu coldly:

"A lone girl cannot tolerate the mercy she deserves."

"You also want to talk about his future?!"

He Ruoqinhu was furious. Although he had saved Yuwen Lie on the battlefield, he was a general who had experienced too many things and his temperament was completely incompatible with Yuwen Lie. He almost couldn't help but draw his sword and fight with Yuwen Lie.

"That's all."

Emperor Ying spoke.

The two famous generals stopped their actions, and Emperor Ying said, "She is just an orphan girl. However, Yuwen has not yet eradicated the root of the problem. You have committed a serious crime and should be severely punished. For such a serious crime, you should be beheaded in public."

"But now the situation has changed. Your head will be kept on my neck until you have made achievements on the battlefield."

With such an understatement, such a thing was uncovered.

He Ruo felt regretful for capturing the tiger, but he was somewhat unwilling in his heart. The army, accompanied by the private soldiers of the noble families, moved forward and were about to arrive at Ying State soon. However, one day, there was suddenly a commotion in the military camp.

Someone came to the camp.

The two generals went out to find out the reason.

However, he saw many soldiers in armor lying on the ground, and several generals were bleeding and dying. A white-haired old man was sitting on a stone, holding a child in his arms. The wind blew past, and the old man's hair drooped slightly. With a sense of decadence, He Ruo captured the tiger and said:
"Ji Yanzhong...?!"

He looked at Yuwen Lie, and then at Ji Yanzhong.

Emperor Ying sensed something and walked out.

When Ji Yanzhong arrived here, the old man looked at the Emperor of Ying. He sensed the aura of the Emperor Ying, which belonged to the 800-year Red Emperor era. Ji Yanzhong's face showed a complex expression, but in the end he just said softly:

"Traitor and thief."

"Our country has been destroyed. How can we coexist with a traitor like you? I, Ji Yanzhong, came here today just to avenge my country."

Ji Yanzhong held the child in his arms and suddenly moved forward.

Amid the sound of the dragon's roar, the Red Dragon's Dharma image was revealed again. The power of the Seventh Heaven broke through the front part of the army formation in the first moment. Those soldiers in iron armor were no match to him and were thrown out by him with just a raise of his hand and a stomp of his foot.

Yuwen Lie held the gun, and He Ruoqinhu also looked at the old man who suddenly rushed over.

Both generals saw Ji Yanzhong's determination.

"How foolish..."

"pity."

They attacked together. Ji Yanzhong rushed to the end and arrived in front of Emperor Ying. He was pierced through the body by Yuwen Lie's heavy spear and He Ruoqinhu's horse lance. The old man stopped and stood there with blood dripping from his mouth. He looked at the solemn Emperor Ying.

The two generals drew their weapons, leaving several holes on the broad-minded old man's body. Blood dripped down, staining his already filthy robe red and dripping onto the ground. Even though he was a master, his luck had run out.

There were thousands of soldiers around, holding spears, bows and crossbows, slowly approaching.

The battle was fierce. For a warrior of the seventh level to break into a formation guarded by two top generals was as tragic and foolish as going to his death.

Emperor Ying looked down at him and said:
"Anything else you want to say?"

Ji Yanzhong's white hair was disheveled and had already been stained with blood. His eyes were blank as he looked at Emperor Ying.

Suddenly he spoke.

A mouthful of bloody saliva was spat on Emperor Ying's imperial robe.

"I bother!"

Ji Yanzhong, this kind-hearted old man with neither temper nor courage, did the last courageous thing in his life. The weapons around him made solemn sounds, but he held the "child" in his arms, chuckled and laughed.

His eyes were dull and dazed.

Then he turned around and staggered outside. Everyone formed a formation with swords and spears, and was about to stab him in, but he was stopped by Yuwen Lie and He Ruoqinhu, or perhaps, he was stopped by Emperor Ying.

So these spearmen had no choice but to retreat slowly to the back. They could only watch the old man with blood-stained robes pacing around, watch the blood from the corners of his mouth fall to the ground, and watch him walk out of the camp with his back straight, holding the child.

Emperor Ying, Yuwen Lie, and He Ruoqinhu followed slowly behind.

Those who were being escorted, from other noble families in the Central Plains, and other brave generals in the army also followed, looking at the old man whose white hair was stained with blood and whose body was in a mess, and who had not closed his eyes to rest since Ji Zichang's death, and walked forward.

There were bloodstains all over the ground.

According to the marching habit, this camp was built with its back against the cliff to avoid surprise attack.

There is a cliff outside, and under the cliff is a big river. It is midsummer now, and the water is still hitting the river bank. Ji Yanzhong is covered in blood and walks here step by step. He looks at the cliff, holding "Princess Changle", with the sky above and the river cliff below.

Ji Yanzhong choked up and said:

"I am an old man who cannot punish the traitors, but how can I live in disgrace by spitting the blood of my king?"

"Princess Changle, you, you are the blood of His Majesty, you must also die for your country!"

The generals and military advisors from aristocratic families were suddenly shocked and said, "Not good!"

"He is holding Princess Changle in his arms. He wants to..."

The old man held the 'child' and murmured: "Changning, Changle."

There was still a look of benevolence in his eyes. He then turned around and looked at the arrogant and gray-haired Emperor Ying. He suddenly put his fingers together and shouted angrily: "Jiang Wanxiang, I wish I had magical powers and martial arts to fight you between heaven and earth, but if you behave like this, you will definitely not have a good end!"

"I will stare at you with my eyes wide open in the underworld, to see your end!!!"

Emperor Ying said, "Okay."

Ji Yanzhong laughed desolately.

Then he looked at Emperor Ying, and then, among the thousands of troops, holding Princess Changle, in the eyes of thousands of soldiers and the nobles of Zhongzhou, he jumped off a cliff to die for his country. His body was covered in blood and he fell into the waves.

It means that the lineage of the Red Emperor has been completely cut off.

(End of this chapter)