When he saw Emperor Qianheng's unfocused gaze, Fan Ruyi's eyelids jumped suddenly.
When he heard the meaningless and foolish words he spoke, his expression finally darkened.
Stupid? No, it’s...
"Martial arts will?!"
The monk's clothes were moving without the wind, as if there was a sudden darkness, and the change in mood seemed to cause changes in the celestial phenomena. Chu Ruyi raised his eyes;
"I underestimated you."
"The three elements are unified, the five internal organs are concentrated, and Fang Jin's will is achieved. Yang's merits are not enough, and there is still a long way to go before he can reach the will of the Martial Saint..."
Cang Tang was frightened and seemed to be overwhelmed, but Yang Yu was calm and steady, and just looked at the two people in the ruins lightly:
"Didn't the old monk say that there are people in the world who can't be crossed? Why, you can't be crossed?"
The Martial Saint is at his peak, and his will is twenty miles away, so he can no longer compete with him. However, the Martial Saint is not a god, and he cannot move twenty miles away with a flick of his finger.
I couldn't completely block his step.
However, there are some deviations. This step, according to Yang Yu, would crush the skull and spine no matter what, and was blocked by it, leaving half of his head.
However, that is not will, but the fist intention that he initially condensed according to the records on the silk book given by Zhang Xuanba on the way. Huhuhu."
One place and one day, when the two of them looked at each other coldly, the sound of Feitang's roar could be heard in the distance, and thousands of Shence troops drove towards Tang.
Further away, blue mist surged, and the huge creature slowly approached.
"cross...*
Looking at Emperor Qianheng who was squatting in a daze, Chu Ruyi was silent for a moment and then spoke;
"A few days ago, there was information in the temple that there was a skilled archer named Yang Yu outside the Shanshan Pass, who forced away Junior Brother Lao Ji...
Is this person you?"
Cang Tang was very cautious and climbed up several times, not daring to get close to the ground. Yang Yu held the bow in his hand, his cold eyes lingering between the two people on the ruins:
"It's me, so what?"
Just as the old monk said, after Zhang Xuanba fell and the life and death of the old Black Mountain demon was unknown, except for the elusive Mu Qingliu, he was almost unstoppable.
But why should he resist?
With Cang Tang's current extreme speed and his current archery skills, except for the old witch in Dayan Mountain, he can advance and retreat freely against any master in the world.
However, he felt an extremely powerful threat from this old monk. This threat was even greater than the old monk himself.
It seemed like it was not there, but it sent chills down his spine. Magic weapon? Or magic weapon?
"Amitabha."
After a short silence, Chu Ruyi suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of the former's neck. Without any movement, he disappeared into the wild forest.
He was extremely fast and his body was like a ghost. Even with Yang Yu's current eyesight, he was completely unable to lock onto him.
Only an obscure and cold voice could be heard floating in the sky above the deserted forest:
"Yang Yu, I have written down your name..."
"Chu Ruyi!"
Looking at the old monk's retreating figure, Yang Yu's eyes flickered.
His perception had already reached an advanced level. During the brief silence, he was keenly aware of the old monk's murderous intention.
The reason why the old monk suddenly turned back and left was certainly not because he was worried about the court masters who were about to pursue him.
But because of Emperor Qianheng...
"His Majesty!"
In the distance, there was a roar in the sky, and a group of flying eagles streaked across the sky as if they were blocking out the sun, chasing after them...
"Also, there is really a big fish..."
At this time, Qin Si really saw the huge thing in the light blue clouds, and for a moment, her mind went blank.
Long Yuan, the northwest is too far away from the Four Seas. She has never been to the seaside in her life, let alone the "fish" that weighs tens of millions of kilograms and is as huge as a small mountain...
"Can fish still grow so big?!"
Phew...
Cang Kang was so frightened that his feathers stood up all over his body, and he immediately fell down from the height, his vertical pupils filled with fear.
The white dog was even worse than it was. After obtaining the Tao Fruit, its spiritual wisdom had increased day by day, and its sense of smell had been enhanced by an unknown amount. At this time, after drinking a beer, it almost fainted.
That kind of super-level demonic aura made it unable to hold back Yan Li.
"Third City Level Demon."
A huge shadow fell, and Yang Yu's expression was solemn.
With the speed of this big whale, it was absolutely impossible for it to catch up with the current Cangtang. But when such a big monster came out, the things behind it had to make him feel solemn.
As Zhang Xuanba, a man of truth, said, the lake rises and falls, and the bigger the fish, the harder it is to survive in shallow water.
In other words, when tyrannical entities that exceed ordinary people's expectations appear one after another, it means that the day when the sky changes is getting closer...
"The weather is about to change..."
Yang Yu thought to himself, Cang Tang couldn't help but lower his altitude, and only felt relieved when the giant whale went away.
I forgot that with the speed of this giant whale, there was no way it could catch up with me...
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"
As the eagle flew by, many old ministers came on horseback and watched from a distance. Some yelled, some shouted, and some wailed.
On the goshawk, Yang Yu looked on with cold eyes.
With his eyesight, he could clearly see the subtle expressions of many veterans, and he could naturally distinguish which ones were sincere and which ones were just pretentious.
And not surprisingly, there were only three or four people who really mourned that Emperor Qianheng was captured, and the remaining twenty or thirty people
…
As for Wang Muzhi, who arrived belatedly from further away, he was calm throughout the whole process. He was only surprised when he saw Cang Tang.
"Yang Yu!
Suddenly, an old minister yelled, his eyes were red, and he was heartbroken.
"Wang Muzhi! You are also a scholar like me, and you even studied under the great scholar Xu Wenji, but you don't have any royal dignity in your heart?
!"
"I have raised scholars for four hundred years in the Ming Dynasty, and you repay me like this? You have read the books of sages in vain! This is a national humiliation, a national humiliation!"
"The great ancestor is here, but the old minister is incompetent, the old minister is incompetent!"
The old minister suddenly launched an attack, and many ministers who were exhausted seemed to have found a place to vent their anger.
This scene, in the eyes of many martial arts people who were alerted and followed, was strange and incomprehensible.
A group of white-haired old men, who were not even Grandmasters, were scolding the Martial Saint...
There was even an old minister who stumbled and fell, vomited blood and hit a boulder to die.
"My lords..."
The old princess sighed in her heart when she saw this scene.
After living for so many years, she didn't know what these people were thinking, but she had no choice but to take action and save a bunch of old officials who were seeking death.
"Wang Muzhi!"
An old minister stumbled around, pointed to the sky and cursed angrily: "I am old and feeble-minded, and I am not afraid of death. How can I be a majestic martial sage afraid of death?"
After Feitang landed, Wang Muzhi looked calm and allowed the officials to scold him angrily, but there was no wave in his eyes...
It wasn't until the white-haired old minister spoke that he responded:
"Master Li, Wang once served under your command. You should know whether Wang is afraid of death."
"If you're not afraid of death, why sit back and watch?!"
Li Yan glared, but then sighed dejectedly:
"I know what you are thinking and understand your dissatisfaction. But after all, Your Majesty is the lord of a country and the father of all peoples. To be robbed and taken away by one person in public is not an honor or disgrace to one person, but a shame to all the officials like us. It is a disgrace to the whole world!
"
"To accept the filth of a country is to be the leader of the society. To accept the bad luck of a country is to be the king of the world! In the past thirty years, including the twenty years before he succeeded to the throne, which is nearly six years, he has only enjoyed the benefits and benefits of a king.
Why have you ever shouldered half of the responsibilities of a human being?"
Wang Muzhi looked cold, neither happy nor angry:
"The boss asked me why I just sit back and watch? It's just because in Wang's eyes, he is not the king of a country, let alone the lord of all people. He is just a big thief who seizes the throne and has no idea about the people's livelihood. He only knows how to expropriate and enjoy wantonly!
"
"Bold! Bold! Wang Muzhi, you are so bold!"
"Without a king and a father, without a king and a father! How could Xu Wenji have a disciple like you when he has a reputation all his life?! The shame of a scholar, the shame of a scholar!"
"You are a minister of others, and you judge others' kings unreasonably! You, you are against Tiangang, you, you..."
boom!
The arrow fell like thunder and exploded into a large amount of sand. When the wind blew it, it enveloped all the veterans.
It takes time, the angry scolding disappears, only the sound of "bah bah" comes and goes, and a mouthful of dust is poured...
"you!"
The angry scolding stopped abruptly.
All the veterans raised their heads and saw a goshawk with wings nearly four feet spread and dark yellow feathers approaching from a distance.
A young man in mysterious clothes, armed with a sword and a bow, was looking at them calmly:
"Speaking of which, is it that Yang came late, or is he lacking of hearing? Then when the old monk was here, why didn't he hear anyone scolding so loudly?"
"Yang Prison!"
The veterans who are here are all well-informed people. They were surprised and recognized Yang Yu's identity.
As his eyes swept across, the ones who scolded the most fiercely seemed to have their anger extinguished by cold water, and they couldn't help but look away.
Why did Yang Yu's name first become known to them? The state leader Nie Wendong was greeted in the street... "Little junior brother..."
Wang Muzhi didn't care much, but when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhang Xuanba on the eagle's back. His heart trembled, and he couldn't help sighing;
"From now on, the country will have no beams and the sky will have no pillars!"
Other veterans did not have Wang Muzhi's discernment and had no idea what he was talking about.
The arrival of Yang Yu interrupted the angry rebuke of all the veterans. Some were afraid of him, some were careful to keep their mouths shut, but some still stood up.
It's Li Yan.
The Scholars of the Ming Dynasty were headed by three great Confucians. One was Xu Wenji, who had disciples all over the world, and the other was Li Yan.
After serving as an official for nearly eighty years, most of the ministers inside and outside the Ming Dynasty had served as his subordinate officials. They were true veterans.
"Are you Yang Yu?
Li Yan pushed away the two people who were holding him back and stood up.
"I, Li Yan, serve in the same palace as Xu Wenji, and you are considered half of his apprentice. Are you talking to Chang Cui in such a condescending manner?"
"Li Yan?"
After chewing on the name, Yang Yu remembered it;
"Years ago, the court order that granted permission to Mr. Yang seemed to have been issued by you and Teng Dilong, right?"
"I act according to the law...
Li Yan wanted to say something, but Yang Yu raised his hand to interrupt him.
"You are speaking according to the rules, but you are talking too much about your elders?"
He was not polite in his words, it could even be said that he was very cold;
"Yang respects the virtuous rather than the old. If you have no friendship with me, don't rely on the old to show off!"
"you……"
The two disciples behind Li Yan couldn't help but want to say something, but they were held down by him. He glanced at Wang Muzhi and Yang Yu, and took a deep breath:
"Both of you are also born in the Ming Dynasty. You have also served as officials and officials, and have eaten royal food. At this time of crisis, you should temporarily put aside the right and wrong of the past, and rescuing His Majesty is the first priority..."
After hearing this, not to mention Yang Yu, Wang Muzhi, and other ministers, their faces trembled.
Finally, someone couldn't help but stepped forward and told him everything that happened before he came. ".
Li Yan was startled and immediately trembled with anger:
"How dare you do this, how dare you do this?! Yang Yu, how dare you, how dare you..." "Why don't I dare?
Yang Yu interrupted him again, and coldly glanced at the ministers who seemed to be agitated because he was not so difficult to speak:
"Everyone, please don't forget, Mr. Yang, there is currently the number one rebel in the Liumen Documents Library!"
Phew~
Before he finished speaking, the goshawk had already flown away, leaving only a group of ugly-faced ministers.
The goshawk flew south. Not long after, it suddenly let out a trembling cry and suddenly fell dozens of feet. It couldn't help flapping its wings in fear.
"Brother Yang, this is..."
Qin Si staggered and grabbed Yang Yu's sleeves, but she saw that Prince Zhao's body was glowing with brilliance at this moment.
Buzz!
At this moment, she felt a chill in her heart. In a trance, she seemed to see blood and fire rising in the distance, flags hunting, and soldiers shaking.
"This is……"
Yang Yu stood silently, looking at the pool of blood and broken flags under the setting sun in the distance, as if dreaming back to Liuji Mountain more than ten years ago.
The same setting sun is like blood, the same bloody flag hunt, the same mysterious knight...