Hong Lixiang was relatively thin and could not hold himself while he was shaking. He could only hold on to a crooked tree and watched in despair as the sparse tree crown kept shaking, as if even the heart of the wild tree could not calm down.
Just when Hong Lixiang's eyes were wandering around, he suddenly saw Chen Jinnan not far away.
Hong Lixiang is the oldest child in the family, and there is a big age difference between him and his sister, so his understanding of Mr. Chen is limited to a few words from his family.
Until they spent time together in recent days, he thought he was quite familiar with Chen Jinnan, and he confirmed that the man in front of him was an upright and loyal man among the heroes.
But what he saw now was a man whose expression was like the faint waves emanating from an ancient well, and the murderous intent conveyed in the Spring and Autumn writing style in ancient books. Even if he didn't say a word, he could still see the smoke condensed all over his body.
Chen Jinnan is like a chess player holding a long test. A chess piece in his hand can turn into a shocking killing move when it falls on the chessboard. It seems that Chen Jinnan's repeated forbearance has finally given birth to a body-shattering sword energy!
Hong Lixiang was stunned, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound. He had no choice but to look along Chen Jinnan's line of sight - at the end of his line of sight, there was the Lama Keba with a face like wax paper.
The lama's hat had long since disappeared, and he was sitting on the monk's chariot that was not being lifted. He threw the two peerless swords on the ground indifferently, held his knees with one hand, and began to sway with a chuckle, which slowly evolved into
He looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.
His voice was not heard at all during the earthquake, but his crazy and wanton look seemed to be able to overpower the madness of the earth dragon turning over, making Hong Lixiang feel with horror that the faint sound coming from his mouth was a mountain roar that shook the world!
Hong Lixiang rubbed his eyes and suddenly remembered those counselors mentioned in ancient books who used mountains and rivers as chessboards and the people as chess pieces. Did they also look like this when they were angry and the princes were afraid?
Screams of exclamation continued, and the scene of the earth falling apart lasted only a few breaths, but it had already left a deep shadow on the people in the ancient city of Minyue. The pouring rain and the empty chants all turned into a frightening thing.
The fear extinguished the fire in my heart.
The torch was extinguished due to swaying, and the city suddenly fell into suffocating darkness. There were only a few dim lights flickering outside the city, the color was green and pale, and it was so ghostly that it didn't look like anything in the world.
As the aftershocks subsided, the monk soldiers and the Iron-Blooded Youth League lit up the torches again, finally lighting up the surroundings. The faces of Chen Jinnan and Keba, who were silently confronting each other, suddenly changed, as if what they had done in the darkness just now was just a nightmare of Hong Lixiang.
"Commander Chen, this game of chess should be over."
The demon monk Keba whispered in a low voice, playing with the skull kabala bowl in his hand, as if admiring a rare treasure, "In the competition between Hong Xiguan and Feng Daozhang, in the end, Hong Xiguan defeated the strong with the weak, so this one is mine."
Lost."
He raised his hand and threw it, and Song Lizong's skull drew a parabola and landed in Chen Jinnan's hand.
Chen Jinnan was not polite, and put the Gabala bowl close to his body with a solemn expression. Perhaps this competition was meaningless if both sides lost, but this was the dignity of the Han people, and it was the victory that Hong Xi official gambled his life on.
"Now that both of us have no generals available, is this last game still a contest?"
Chen Jinnan was smiling, and his scholarly face was full of high spirits, with no sharpness at all.
Feng Daode's sudden intervention could have forced him to overpower the combination of Chen Jinnan and Hong Xiguan and use this trump card to decide the overall situation. However, he narrowly defeated Hong Xiguan after getting angry at Yan Zhendong, resulting in a clean room after the exchange.
There is no longer a decisive force.
Lama Keba also sighed and said, "Mr. Chen, as you said, it is difficult to continue the gambling fight now. How about changing it to a literary fight and let's have a 'paper war'?"
Keba's tone was strange, and he looked at Chen Jinnan with bright eyes, obviously showing no regrets.
Chen Jinnan's expression was also calm.
"How can this be considered 'paper talk'!" Hong Lixiang said on his behalf, his whole body trembling. It was obvious that these words had exhausted his courage.
Keba glanced at the young man approvingly and said nothing, while Chen Jinnan also remained silent. The two of them actually understood each other tacitly.
Keba fluffed up his monk's robe and stood up, pointing in all directions.
"My lord Shunzhi swept across all directions, and the Eight Banners trampled the battlefield with iron hooves. The world's subordination has long been self-evident. For example, Li Chuang, Zhang Xian, and Hong Guang Long Wu are just scabies, a temporary illness that collapses in the wind. You are cowering.
In Wuyi, if you put a piece of water in the pond, it will be destroyed by the waves and the wind, and it will surely collapse in the wind!"
What Keba talks about is the current struggle against the Qing Dynasty.
After four major defeats, Li Chengdong, Jin Shenghuan and others who dared to resist the Qing Dynasty were killed one after another. The vigorous seven provinces were also lost. The whole world expected that the return of the Ming Dynasty would be in vain.
At this moment, the movement to fight against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty seems to have only an empty name left.
Chen Jinnan slowly shook his head and said loudly: "Although our Ming Dynasty is weak, it still has the support of the people; although the territory has been lost, the loyal ministers have not lost their loyalty. At the beginning, Li Zicheng and the remaining parties under Zhang Xianzhong were unwilling to surrender to the Qing Dynasty. The people even looked up to the king as they looked to the rain, let alone the rain.
The king of Yanping County is occupying Fujian and Guangdong, Zhang Shangshu Huangyan has made great efforts to protect the southeast, Li Dingguo has two famous kings, and the yoke prevents the Tartars from advancing or retreating. How can you say that it is a loss!"
The tantric lama was good at discussing Taoism and debating scriptures, and Chen Jinnan, who was both civilized and martial, was even more talented in eloquence. The two of them took turns arguing, but neither could do anything to the other.
However, no matter how much empty talk there is, it is never as good as being able to empathize with the actual situation. So Lama Keba changed his mind and stopped talking about the chaotic world situation, and spoke directly to the current situation.
"Mr. Chen, you said that there is still hope for the world to return to the Ming Dynasty, but in the Wuyi Mountains at this moment, you are indeed unable to fly! Don't forget that reinforcements from three provinces, six prefectures and eleven counties have arrived, and the strength of my troops has exceeded one thousand.
There are so many, and other prefectures and counties have sent troops overnight, how can you, a mere hundred people, resist?"
The people in the martial arts world looked at each other, their faces gradually becoming dejected. They guessed that the other party expected to kill them all, and their morale dropped.
Chen Jinnan laughed loudly, but did not answer face to face. He turned around and came to a young man in white clothes and red scarf, and asked loudly: "How many people are there?"
The members of the Iron-Blooded Youth League of the Tiandihui in front of them suddenly raised their heads and shouted: "Eight people!"
Chen Jinnan nodded and came to another young man, "How many more of you are there?"
The young man's eyes were about to burst: "Twelve people!"
Then he kept asking, and the numbers ranged from three to five, and as many as ten, and his voice was extremely majestic. The young man's slightly immature voice seemed to be shouting to death. Even the soldiers of the Eight Banners who had killed countless people in the Qing army couldn't help it.
Frown slightly.
Lama Keba frowned and said sarcastically: "You, the Ming Dynasty, still refuse to change your trick of falsely reporting military achievements and losing military resources? Can you even increase the number of sands in the Ganges and turn defeat into victory?"
But what answered him was a broadsword slashing through the ground. The murderous aura radiated out along with the formation of the Iron-Blooded Youth League, making the center of his eyebrows ache.
"False report?"
Chen Jinnan said coldly, "The numbers mentioned by these children are all the blood debt of their families being massacred by the Tartars! The Tiandi Society has witnessed countless tragedies from north to south, all caused by the brutality of the Manchu Qing Dynasty. These young people you see,
They are all orphans whose families were destroyed by the Tartars!"
The Iron-Blooded Youth League of more than a hundred people remained silent, but tears rolled down quietly. What was flowing in their eyes was the hatred hidden under the basalt, which was hotter than magma!
"Don't they know that people will die here? No, they all know that this is a fatal situation! But they have no choice, because they are not living for themselves, but for the souls of their family members who are carrying them, so they grit their teeth and live until now!"
"How ridiculous! You only see the 129 members of the Iron-Blooded Youth League today, but you can't see the 1,336 members who paid the blood debt yesterday! Then you can't see tomorrow even more clearly, just like the number of grains of sand in the Ganges that are determined to fight against the Qing Dynasty.
Han Chinese!”
"You tell me, how can our world be defeated? How can you, the Manchu Qing Dynasty, secure this Chi County in China!"