Chapter 424 The judge’s magical power makes the mountain live a thousand years longer!
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In the autumn of the twelfth year of Qianyuan, it was the fourteenth day of the seventh month.
It is good for getting married, breaking ground, and praying for blessings for moving house. It is forbidden to climb high, make fire, or go out.
Cloudless and crisp autumn air...
when!
when!
when!
The melodious bells echoed inside and outside Daocheng.
The palace was buzzing with people, and all the servants were busy with lights and colors everywhere.
The succession ceremony of the vassal king has always been prepared in advance. It is rare to give such short notice as this one. Even though the house stewards mobilized a large number of government servants to help, they were also very busy.
Naturally, Zhang Lingfeng didn't care about these.
Before dawn, he had already stood up in the presence of a group of maids, wearing a crown and splendid clothes.
The Ming Dynasty followed the ancient system. The emperor used a large fur crown with a twelve-pin crown, and the king used nine chapters with a nine-pin crown, which was extremely honorable.
"King Longyuan..."
In the huge bronze mirror as tall as a man, under the swaying crown, Zhang Lingfeng had an unspeakable smile on his face.
"My king is a thousand years old."
He fluttered his sleeves and walked out of the room with a group of maids and servants kneeling to see him off.
Outside the door, Yu Jing, dressed in blue, was waiting with his hands down.
"It's such a wonderful day, why don't you smile, sir?"
Zhang Lingfeng smiled.
Yu Jing’s face was expressionless:
"I'm thinking, Lin Qitian retreated without dying, Yu Fangzhou, Nanshan Ba and other old kings have not yet subdued their power, why are you in such a hurry to inherit the throne?"
Lin Qitian's defeat at Long Yuan River was beyond the expectations of many people. Even he, who was watching the whole battle and ready to help at any time, did not expect this result.
Even he did not dare to swipe directly at the power of the meteor-killing arrow, but...
"Lin Qitian has hit nine of my Taoist techniques in a row. If he doesn't die, it is no longer a threat. Nanshan and his ilk are just suffering from scabies. Why should Mr. Yu care?"
Zhang Lingfeng smiled lightly, before getting on the prepared bamboo chariot, he turned around and walked towards the backyard.
It seems that there is nothing more important than him inheriting the throne.
Yu Jing followed with a frown.
The Longyuan Palace occupies a very large area and is quite complicated. After Zhang Lingfeng walked around seven times, he came to a remote and quiet place.
"Old Prince..."
At this point, Yu Jing smelled an unusual smell, and his heart moved slightly.
He was not very familiar with Old King Long Yuan.
All we know is that more than 20 years ago, he led an army to conquer the martial arts sect in the territory, causing public outrage and being ambushed and severely wounded.
After more than 20 years, he was in a coma and rarely woke up.
"Old man, I'm here to see you."
Pushing open the door and entering, the luxurious crown looks dazzling in the dim room.
Yu Jing glanced at it and was suddenly surprised.
On the bed was an old man who was skinny and skinny. His original appearance had long been unrecognizable, but what surprised him was not his weakness.
But...
"Finger the ground becomes steel!"
Yu Jing's eyes narrowed slightly, recognizing the injuries sustained by Old King Long Yuan.
"More than twenty years ago, the old man led an army to conquer the sects in the territory. He encountered a huge counterattack somewhere. The red-blooded Taoist lurked in the area and launched a violent attack, severely injuring him..."
Zhang Lingfeng's expression was subtle, as if he was crying and laughing at the same time.
That day, to this day, he still remembers clearly that the old man was seriously injured and almost fell into coma before he could be sent back to the palace.
And the last order he gave before falling into coma was to kill himself.
"Fifth on the Mountain and River Ranking, the Scarlet-blooded Taoist?"
Yu Jing let out a sigh of relief.
Of course, the Mountains and Rivers List is not as well-known as the 'Magical Skills List', 'Taoist Skills List' and 'Strange Insects and Strange Beasts List' circulated in Xuankong Mountain, but there are quite a few masters among them.
The top five on the mountain and river list are all the most famous master-level masters in the martial arts world.
When one reaches the level of a great master in martial arts practice, the gap between them is actually not that big. What distinguishes one from another is not physical strength or qi and blood.
And in Zhen Gang, martial arts, magic, Taoism, and magical powers.
The great masters on the Mountain and River Ranking are all the best in the martial arts for hundreds of years. They all have tenth-level magical skills and supernatural powers.
The red-blooded Taoist is one of them. He is unique in the martial arts world with his iron-making hand, and with his magical power of "turning the ground into steel", there are few in the world who can resist him.
"No wonder the Scarlet Blooded Taoist disappeared and has not been around for more than 20 years. It turned out that he committed such a big case..."
Yu Jing suddenly felt enlightened.
Zhang Lingfeng said casually and his eyes fell on the bed:
"From the world-famous Qinglong Grandmaster, who traveled the world on a horse, to being reduced to such a situation where life is worse than death, it must be very hard for you..."
He muttered to himself, his expression was uncertain, he seemed to be crying and laughing, and his violent mood swings could be sensed without any induction.
call!
Suddenly, Yu Jing made a move and blocked Zhang Lingfeng's pressing palm. The whole courtyard was shaken and smoke and dust were everywhere.
"Killing your father is unlucky!"
The remaining scene is as dark as water.
What he learned was different from traditional Confucianism. He had no pure filial piety to the king, but he could never tolerate a son killing his father in front of him.
"I want to kill him, why wait until now?"
Zhang Lingfeng chuckled.
Shaking away Yu Jing's hand, it fell flatly and clasped the old man's shriveled face:
"Sooner or later he will die, but it will definitely not be today. How can I lose his testimony on my road to becoming king?!"
boom!
It was like thunder rising from the ground.
Yu Jing's pupils shrank, and in an instant, he smelled an extremely strong alien energy, which seemed like Taoism but not Taoism.
Is this magical power?!
…
The mighty Longyuan River flows from west to east through the Northern Liudao of the Ming Dynasty, nourishing fertile fields and raising endless people's livelihood.
Longyuan City is located in the southeast of the river. The city has four gates, allowing access to both land and water.
Eighteen miles west of Daocheng, there is a white jade-based and ten-foot-high sacrificial platform. This is the place where kings of the past dynasties Longyuan worshiped the heaven.
It is also the place where successive King Long Yuan succeeded to the throne.
when!
when!
As the huge bells echoed, thousands of Longyuan guards in armor came out of the city surrounded by a luxurious chariot.
Ten times more people, dozens of times more, followed closely behind, coming in a mighty force.
The succession of King Long Yuan is a major event for anyone living in this land, and many heads of rural gentry, clans, and sects and gangs in the city will come.
Families from various states and martial arts sects who were invited came even more non-stop.
A large number of fireworks bloomed in the sky, the light was bright, and the sound of gongs and drums was endless, but it still couldn't suppress the sound of "Mountains shout for thousands of years" that filled the mountains and plains.
"Royal power!"
Zhang Lingfeng was sitting upright on the luxurious chariot. In his ears, there was the sound of thousands of people paying their respects like a tsunami. As far as he could see, no one was standing in front of him.
The value of royal power lies here.
Even a deep-thinking person like Zhang Lingfeng felt a little fuzzy for a moment, like drinking fine wine.
This kind of taste is better than countless in the world.
"No wonder, throughout the ages, everyone has longed for great power. With royal power already like this, what kind of scenery should the throne that sits at the top of the world be like?"
Zhang Lingfeng thought leisurely.
Having power in hand is no less than the pleasure of having great strength. The latter can destroy cities and fortresses, behead people like mowing grass, and make everyone fearful.
And the former is even more victorious. A single thought can make the earth rise with swords, causing millions of heads to fall to the ground, bleeding and floating on the oars!
"Old man, I'm sorry for you..."
On the chariot, which was only one step behind, the haggard-looking old woman was supporting the frail Old King Long Yuan, her eyes filled with sadness.
"I've suffered a lot from you these past years."
He spat out a weak and hoarse voice, as if he had exhausted all his energy.
With the support of Yu Fengxian, Old King Longyuan just barely sat up, looked at the second son who was wearing royal robes, and sighed:
"You have finally reached this road of no return..."
"Do you regret not strangling me to death when I was a baby? It's too late!"
Zhang Lingfeng twitched the corners of his mouth, with a ferocious smile:
"I will let you see with your own eyes that this land is full of swords and weapons, and everything you regard as life will be destroyed by me one by one!"
"Evil son!"
The old prince's eyes flashed with blood, but he was too weak. He had been severely injured and lethargic for more than 20 years, which consumed all his energy.
Zhang Lingfeng flicked him back into the carriage.
"Zhang Lingfeng!"
Yu Fengxian struggled to protect her grandfather, gritting her teeth and glaring.
If possible, she wanted to kill him and die with him, but her blood and vitality were blocked, and she felt severe pain all over her body even if she moved.
"Angry, angry?"
Zhang Lingfeng threw his head back and laughed, very pleased: "I only touched him with one finger, but you imprisoned me for nearly twenty years and even caused me to lose my descendants!"
After talking about it, his eyes became fierce:
"It's you who are sorry for me!"
His mood fluctuated violently, and the terrifying energy spread, causing thousands of dragons and horses in front and behind the motorcade to become restless.
Looking at the scene not far away, his eyes could not help but sink.
"I have been sorry to many people in my life, but you are the only one who I have been sorry for."
His voice was hoarse. The old prince endured the severe pain and sat up, straightening his back. His dim eyes could not even see clearly.
But his will is like a substantial flame, coming out of his body:
"If you weren't my son, you would have died when you were eight years old! Old brothers, I am the one who has failed you..."
The hearts of Yu Fengxian and the old woman were as sharp as a knife, especially the latter, who burst into tears and burst into tears.
"Then I really want to thank you."
Zhang Lingfeng's eyes became fierce and terrifying:
"I killed a dozen lowly slaves, and you hate me to death, but you have killed more than a thousand people in your life? Don't you deserve to die?!"
"servant?!"
Disappointment flashed in the old prince's eyes, and his breath became weak:
"Those are the old brothers who have been with me in the war for many years and guarded the border. They are the uncles who have taken care of you since you were a child..."
He coughed violently and was extremely angry:
"Xue Dilong's instructions are correct. You are a born beast, a vicious ghost with no humanity!"
quiet!
Amidst the scolding, Zhang Lingfeng slowly closed his eyes, and then opened them again, and he was already in front of the sacrifice platform.
"You don't have to think about irritating me and letting you spend your whole life in pain and regret. It's more to my liking than killing you with a knife."
After the chariot landed on the ground, Zhang Lingfeng slowly stood up. He straightened his robes, straightened his crown, and with the help of someone special, he walked to the rooftop platform.
"My king is a thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand years old!"
Amidst the roaring sound like a tsunami, all men, women, old, weak, sick and disabled warriors, both inside and outside the sacrificial platform, knelt down.
"You want to live a thousand years?!"
Suddenly, a sound came with wind and thunder, like a cold current blowing through the mountains and freezing everything:
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