"Then you kill me. Anyway, I'm tired of living a long time ago." The smile on Dao Yan's face made Zhuang Jing fully understand what it means to regard death as home.
"I've been waiting for this day for fourteen years. If I kill you like this, it won't be too easy on you." Zhuang Jing put the sword away. "Why should I be afraid of you?"
"Because you know very well that there is only one kind of person who is against me..." The smile on Dao Yan's face was somewhere between arrogance and confidence.
"Who?" Although he didn't want to talk, Master Zhuang couldn't help himself.
"Dead man." Daoyan's face, which was just more orange peel than a skeleton, was filled with a sinister smile.
Master Zhuang couldn't help but shuddered, and then said pervertedly: "Just be tough, don't you just want to provoke me to kill you? But I'm sorry, I won't let you die. I want to humiliate you, I want to torture you
, I want you to see me build more achievements than you so that you will never look down on me again."
"Isn't it just a rebellion?" Dao Yan said disdainfully: "Those are all the leftovers from my play."
"Uh..." Zhuang Jing suddenly felt like he had eaten a fly, which made him feel depressed.
"It's only natural that you want to imitate me. After all, I'm already a legend." Dao Yan didn't give up, and continued to stimulate Xiaozhuang: "But you can't learn how to walk in Handan. Seeing how bad you are at playing chess, you still have the nerve to follow me.
When Dese comes down to the underworld, don’t tell the King of Hell that you were my disciple.”
"You..." Zhuang Jing was so hurt by the old monk's bad mouth that he didn't even notice the murderous intent in his words, because all his attention was attracted by Dao Yan's disdain. He said with blood spurting from his eyes: "
You should tell me why I am such a bad chess player."
"Idiot, you have never eaten pork and you have seen pigs run away. You have also witnessed how I helped King Yan rebel. Do you know that you have a chance of winning if you catch him by surprise and attack him unprepared? It would be better for you to have done it a few months earlier.
Make it known to everyone, for fear that others will not be prepared, and for fear that the emperor will not know, right?"
Dao Yan scolded Zhuang Jing so hard that he felt bad all over. He said unconvinced: "The emperor is surrounded by our people, I'm afraid he is still in the dark."
"Haha, is that right? You said that the King of Han raised a private army, does the Emperor know about it?" Dao Yan smiled lightly and said: "Even if others don't tell the Emperor, will the grandson tell the Emperor?"
"The Emperor naturally knows this, but so what, the Emperor doesn't care." Zhuang Jing said in a dull voice.
"As long as he is an emperor, his son will violate his taboo by privately expanding the army. Do you think that the current Emperor Yongle is like me, fasting and chanting Buddha?" Dao Yan sneered: "What's even more stupid is that you actually instigated Ji Gang to kidnap him.
Jianwen paid a private visit to Yi Wenling. Do you have any grudge against Ji Gang? Do you want him to be captured by the Nine Clan?"
"You, how did you know?" After hearing what Dao Yan said, Zhuang Jing was completely panicked. He didn't expect that this matter was so secret that Dao Yan also knew about it.
"Idiots are idiots. You already know that Wang Xian is hiding with me. I know that Jianwen is with you. What's weird about it?" Dao Yan still thought Zhuang Jing was not broken enough and continued to add: "And not only does I know, the emperor also knows
knew……"
"Ah" Zhuang Jing's face suddenly turned whiter than the paper. It took him a while to regain his composure. He shook his head and tried to get rid of the fear in his heart, but found that it was useless. He had to force a smile and said: "Just know it, it doesn't matter.
The emperor won’t live long anyway.”
"Aren't you going to assassinate the emperor in Yanjiao?" Dao Yan was like a cruel god. He not only understood everything about Zhuang Jing, but also attacked Zhuang Jing mercilessly.
"This... you also know?" Zhuang Jing was completely distracted at this time, feeling that his heart was beating ten times faster than usual.
"Now do you know how ridiculous you are?" Dao Yan Jiejie said with a smile: "What you think is a clever plan is just a monkey trick in the eyes of others. The more you do it, the closer you are to death and being nailed to shame.
On the pillar, the kind that will never be reincarnated."
'Pfft..., Zhuang Jing finally couldn't bear the vomiting of blood. He gasped for breath and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth fiercely: "What's the point of saying more? The prince is already dead."
"Originally, the prince may be dead, but you should never, absolutely should not, dare to kick me in the field." Dao Yan said with a disgusting smile on his face: "In this case, I can only let the prince be okay."
"Just brag." The blood stains on Zhuang Jing's face added a ferocious look to his expression: "It doesn't hurt to tell you that His Highness the King of Han has set up a dragnet in Fangshan. Your Crown Prince has already left the city.
If you go to Fangshan, you will become a turtle in a urn."
"Then I might as well tell you." Dao Yan said with a hateful face: "His Royal Highness has not left the city at all."
"What?" Zhuang Jing was stunned and said, "How did you know?"
"Because I sent people to stop him." Dao Yan chuckled and said, "How about it, you didn't expect it, did you?"
'Pfft, Zhuang Jing couldn't help it and vomited another mouthful of blood, his whole face turned like gold paper.
"I might as well tell you that originally, Wang Xian was planning to stick to the capital, but I told him that this was a stupid idea and asked him to escape from the city with the prince." Dao Yan said with a smile: "You might as well tell me
You, what I asked them to go to is Zhenjiang. The troops from the avant-garde army and the right army governor's office are also going to Zhenjiang. Who else do you think will be in Zhenjiang?"
"..." Zhuang Jing managed to hold back and did not spit out a third mouthful of blood. He held the sword in one hand, knelt on the ground on one knee, and hissed: "Who?"
"I won't tell you." The old monk's smile was extremely embarrassing.
"You..." Zhuang Jing was being played by the old monk and his blood was boiling. He said in his heart that if he didn't fight back, I would die of fucking agony. Then he laughed evilly and said, "You also said just now that you have to be surprised to have a chance of winning. Now you're going to
Tell me all your plans, and I will go out and prescribe the right medicine to make you proud again."
Zhuang Jing said as he stood up to walk out, only to hear the old monk behind him say quietly:
"How do you know if I am teasing you?"
‘Pfft, Zhuang Jing finally spit out the third mouthful of blood and fell to the ground with a thud.
"Master", the royal guards couldn't stand it anymore, so they rushed in and helped Zhuang Jing up with all their hands. They saw that Zhuang Jing's blow just now was so miserable that he knocked on the threshold, breaking his front teeth and his lips.
It was broken, and the mouth was full of blood and dust. It was too horrible to look at.
The guards in Jin Yi looked at Dao Yan, the old god, and secretly murmured in their hearts, does this old monk have some magic skills? How come Master Zhuang, who is so powerful in martial arts and so charming, was tortured into such a horrible state just after he came in.
"I know what you are thinking about." Master Zhuang's hair was disheveled, his mouth was full of blood, and his words were leaking. He was almost like a ghost. He pointed at the old monk and screamed: "You just want to anger me and let me kill you quickly."
To avoid being humiliated”
"Haha," the old monk said without raising his eyebrows: "Do you think ants can guess people's thoughts?"
"You dare to call me an ant?" Mr. Zhuang's forehead was pulsing with veins, his eyes were gushing blood and he said, "You're still looking down on me at this fucking time? Damn it, do you have to look down on me for the rest of your life?" As he said this,
He started crying. "Tell me, what should I do to make you look up to me?"
The Jinyi guards were all dumbfounded. This old monk really had some magical skills. He had already made Zhuge Liang, who was better than Zhuge Liang, completely confused and turned into a lunatic.
"Hey." The old monk shook his head and continued to attack him: "You are like this now, do you still want me to think highly of you? Even your subordinates look down on you.
"You" Master Zhuang vomited another mouthful of blood, but he vomited and vomited, and he seemed to be used to it. He chuckled and said: "Okay, you win, I will kill you right now and make your head into a urinal."
, peeing on you every night.”
"This is the best idea you have ever come up with in your life." Dao Yan smiled approvingly and changed the subject: "But you still can't do it."
"See if I can do it." Zhuang Jing pushed away the Jin Yiwei who was supporting him, stumbled towards Dao Yan with a knife in his hand.
"Hey, you really can't do it." Dao Yan sighed and said, "Just like I never tell lies. I said you would become a dead person, why don't you believe it.
"Let's see who becomes dead first." Zhuang Jing raised the knife with both hands. With one strike, Dao Yan would be dead.
"Guess how I will turn you into a dead person." Dao Yan suddenly said mysteriously.
"How to change?" Zhuang Jing's thinking has been completely defeated and is completely under Dao Yan's control.
"I buried one hundred thousand kilograms of explosives in this Qingshou Temple." Dao Yan said with a smile: "There are explosives under every inch of land, do you believe it?"
"I don't believe it." Zhuang Jing gave the answer after thinking carefully.
"Report, the master is not good." At first, Qianhu, a member of the Imperial Guard, ran in with a worried look on his face and reported in a trembling voice: "After digging up the ground, we found many explosives."
'Pfft, Zhuang Jing forcefully spit out the fifth mouthful of blood. He felt that his whole body was suffering from ischemia.
The royal guards were also frightened, and some ran out desperately.
"Stay here, boys." The last thing Zhuang Jing heard was Dao Yan's strange night owl-like laughter: "Remember this in your next life, never offend anyone you can't afford to offend."
When Wang Xian and a group of monks climbed out of the tunnel, they felt a sudden earthquake and almost fell to the ground. Wang Xian was still there, but the expressions of all the monks changed drastically, and they all looked at Qingshou.
In the direction of the temple, I saw that it had become a sea of fire...
"Master" all the monks knelt on the ground and kowtowed towards the sea of fire. Wang Xian was also stunned, staring blankly at the sea of fire. He knew that he was once all-powerful, invincible in the world, so wise that he was almost a demon, and brought harm to all living beings.
The old monk just passed away. I couldn't tell whether he was sad or shocked, just heartbroken, but the tears couldn't help but fall down. No matter what, the old monk was kind to him. With this backer,
He dared to put in a lot of effort because he had the confidence in his heart