Rubbles were flying, dust was rising, and accompanied by the strong smell of blood, Ren Xiaoxiao opened his eyes with difficulty. He was in a daze for a while before the double image disappeared.
"Sir, you are finally awake!"
Several pale-faced little eunuchs staggered over.
"Ba Fist..."
Ren Xiaoxiao felt that the energy and blood all over his body were dissipated, and his energy was like a gossamer. Looking at the idiots in front of him, he finally couldn't help it anymore:
"You, you don't know how to dig me out?!"
After gritting his teeth, Ren Xiaoxiao almost fainted, and a group of Dongchang masters who were seriously injured moved the boulder with difficulty and lifted him out.
The injury was too serious.
Not only Ren Xiaoxiao, but everyone present was seriously injured except for the one who ran away when the situation was bad...
"He seems to be showing mercy...
He glanced around stiffly and saw that the number of people was less than half, and his heart couldn't help but thump:
"Others, where are the others?"
A young eunuch struggled to get closer, his face pale: "Many brothers were seriously injured. People nearby came to help and sent them to the hospital..."
"Hundreds, common people?!"
Ren Xiaoxiao was dizzy and almost vomited blood: "Stupid, stupid! How can any common people dare to come close to us? You..."
A mouthful of reverse blood spurted out, Ren Xiaoxiao fell to the ground again, his heart felt cold.
In the past few years, the Liansheng sect has experienced many riots, and most of the masters in the court have been sent to various places to monitor Liansheng, so that he actually did not bring many elites with him.
But I didn’t want any wrong news to come out at this time, I was afraid it would be leaked...
Ren Xiaoxiao's whole body was cold, but he couldn't move, so he had to swallow the elixir reluctantly. His muscles and bones were so painful that he couldn't sit down cross-legged.
With no choice but to lie stretched out in the ruined city, Shang was carrying his energy and blood to adjust his breath. His heart sank because the injury was really too serious.
Those three punches almost injured 90% of the muscles and bones in his body, and then, along with the meridians and meridians all over his body, all the orifices that penetrated him were closed.
This is not an injury that can be healed in three to five years...
Not long after, he only felt an exclamation coming from all around, and then the silence became frightening. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a familiar face reappearing under the night sky.
"you?!"
Ren Xiaoxiao's expression changed drastically: "Do you want to kill them all?"
"If I want to kill you, why wait until now?"
Yang Yu said lightly and without even looking at Ren Xiaoxiao, he walked straight to the stream and pushed the big stone where Wang Muzhi had been sitting quietly for many years, into the stream.
The wooden box is under the big rock.
Not caring about the people in Dongchang who were facing a formidable enemy, Yang Yu picked up the wooden box and glanced at the night sky. A goshawk was flying in with its wings fluttering.
It was the goshawk and the big black dog that he had left outside Longyuan City for many days.
"wait wait wait!"
Ren Xiaoxiao reluctantly said, "Why don't you kill me?"
"Yang has never been a murderous person. You have no enmity or enmity with me, and you have no ill intentions here. Why should I kill you?"
Yang Yu exerted his strength with one step and rose into the wind. Under the gaze of everyone, he landed on the back of the swooping goshawk:
"But if there is a next time, don't blame Yang for being ruthless!"
"Yang Prison."
As the voice echoed, Ren Xiaoxiao's expression changed several times. Finally, he sighed dejectedly:
"The wrath of heaven is so powerful..."
When he became a monk halfway, he did not learn the secret "Wrath of Heaven's True Power" taught by Dongchang, so this Yin-Yang Grinding skill was unable to exert its maximum power.
As a result, he was defeated by Ba Quan.
The limit of the superior true power has been reached, and it is difficult for him to make any further progress. And Yang Yu not only possesses all kinds of unique skills, but also possesses Tao and Fruit.
call!
The goshawk screamed and spread its wings and flew away.
Yang Yu stood in the wind, looking back at the shrinking Longyuan City. As he said, he was not a murderous person, but he was not a merciful person either.
The people who left Ren Xiaoxiao and Qian Dongchang naturally wanted to try the book.
The Three Books of Heaven, Earth, and You, even among legends, are mythical existences. There are names of ten thousand kinds on them, enough to make gods and ghosts tremble.
Even though he only has one page left in the book and no territory to control at this time, he can still use it in various ways.
At this time, he collected the auras of all the Dongchang masters in Wanxiang Mountain. Although he could not create a phantom that could compete with his own body, he could still judge the distance between them by the distance of the auras.
"Woo~"
The big black dog rushed forward, its tail swaying like a windmill, and it rubbed its trouser legs affectionately, making a purring sound.
Even after Zhang Lingfeng's rebellion was quelled, Yang Yu always had a hand in letting the big black dog control the goshawk to wait outside the city.
In this way, if something goes wrong, there will be a way out.
"brat…"
Yang Yu sat down next to the big black dog and fed it a pill. Zhen Gang opened the wooden box to block out the night wind.
The wooden box was full of files, but there were only two letters on it. On the letter were the words "Yang Yu personally signed it".
Wang Muzhi's handwriting is extremely distinctive and contains extremely strong personal imprints.
"My rank diagram is changed to 'the god on duty, the magical power of splitting light into shadows'"
"God of duty?"
Yang Yu's heart moved slightly and he continued to look down.
In the letter, Wang Muzhi was extremely calm and revealed some of his secrets. He even did not conceal the rituals and life plans.
"Year, month, day, and chen! If you want to advance to Jiu Yao as the god of the sun, you need to obtain the four-level Dao Fruit, combined with any Yuan Chen Dao Fruit..."
"Fourth level of merit?"
Yang Prison chewed in his heart.
The five categories of Dao and Fruit, these four levels of merit, belong to gods, and they are gods with famous names in legends.
But, to advance to Jiu Yao, you actually need so many Dao Fruits?
“Light-splitting and shadow transformation are not simply ‘incarnation magical powers’, but are various mysterious magical powers that can be differentiated from light.
The incarnation was just a superficial use. After the second level, I even got a glimpse of the future from the ubiquitous 'sunlight'...
There is a strong spirit in the words, as if Wang Muzhi was speaking directly to his face.
"The general trend of the world is that if it unites for a long time, it must divide, and if it divides for a long time, it must unite. This has been true for three thousand years throughout the ages. But the future will be different from any previous dynasty."
"In that corner of the sun, I saw wars raging in the Central Plains, foreign troops entering the country, the Ming Dynasty falling apart, and the ten lands turning into scorched earth.
The floating corpses stopped flowing into the Wanlong River, and the blood stained the Wanlong Road. But in fact, many people can figure it out even if they don't have magical powers..."
Wang Muzhi's handwriting becomes sharper here, which shows that he must have been filled with great indignation and agitation when he wrote.
"Spectral transformation, a corner of the future..."
Yang Yu moved slightly.
His fear of this senior brother had never diminished, but he had to admit that he had never deceived him.
only…
"My teacher and I jointly wrote about the ten directions of governing the country. It is not exaggerated in the slightest. The pros and cons are clear. However, the big tree rotted, and the roots rotted first. It is almost irreversible."
"The kings of the Ming Dynasty, headed by Zhang Xuanba, King of Zhao of the West Prefecture, their military power is extremely strong, their martial arts are the best in the world, and they are actually the pillars of the country..."
"However, the magical power is no match for Heaven. Even though Zhang Xuanba possesses the most powerful force in the world, he still cannot balance the kings and the noble families..."
Among the generals who had served under him, half were from noble families, and half were from new noble families. No matter how powerful his phoenix-winged gold-plated sword was, it could not kill him...
Yang Yu himself had personal experience of the shortcomings of the Ming Dynasty.
From Heishan, Deyang, Qingzhou, to Longyuan, he has seen too much, but this letter from Wang Muzhi is more intuitive and clear.
Internal and external troubles, as well as impending natural disasters, there are suddenly more and more natural disasters.
And the last point is even more deadly than the previous two!
"The number of scholars and warriors in this world far exceeds that of any other dynasty. This is an unprecedentedly prosperous era for martial arts.
But to the people of the world, they are just countless mountains! Pills, weapons, and even massive amounts of meat and medicinal materials are all destined to fall on the heads of ordinary people..."
Seeing this, Yang Yu couldn't help but nodded.
Having experienced blood transfusion, Yang Yu naturally knew the huge cost involved in the blood transfusion process. As the number of warriors increased, this cost would become larger and larger.
But resources such as food, medicinal materials, elixirs, etc. do not fall from the sky out of thin air.
In previous years, the Ming Dynasty had a vast territory and rich products. Although the people's livelihood was difficult, for the common people, they could still survive.
But natural disasters followed.
Severe drought, locust plague, flood, heavy snow...
In these years, the climate in the world has been unstable. There may be ritual reasons, but more importantly, it is due to changes in the weather.
In the theory of tides, the words "the sky is about to change" fall into reality, which is a huge movement that can affect hundreds of millions of people.
The drought in Deyang Mansion was enough to alarm the imperial court, but as far as he knew, the biggest natural disaster in the past ten years was the flood on Dongyue Road.
In natural disasters, the most casualties are ordinary people.
Resources have dropped sharply, but the number of warriors has continued to increase because of the approaching troubled times. Naturally, conflicts, battles, killings, and plunders have also followed.
Zhang Xuanba's martial arts is the best in the world, but he cannot produce food to feed the people of the world, nor can he kill all the warriors in the world.
"The heavenly changes are coming, and no one can survive alone. If you can't do it, I can't do it, and neither can the Great Li, nor the Heavenly Wolf. Therefore, there will eventually be a war between the Three Kingdoms."
"That day is not far away."
The entire letter, up to this point, is signed in the spring of the twelfth year of Qianyuan, that is, more than half a year ago.
It coincides with Xu Wenji's departure.
It was obvious that there was a tacit understanding between the master and the disciple that others did not understand.
"The sky changes and the world is in turmoil..."
Yang Yu collected the letter, took a deep breath, and looked at the other files in the wooden box. These were Wang Muzhi's years of accumulation, account books, or information, and more importantly, his disciples and senior brothers.
Whether it was Xu Wenji or Wang Muzhi, both of them were born in Confucianism, and giving lectures was almost inevitable wherever they went.
After digesting it for a while, Yang Yu opened the second letter, and then his expression became a little strange:
"Of the three states of Longyuan, choose one first, with Baizhou as the top, Yunzhou as the second, Qingzhou as the third..."