Cyber Daming

"Hey"

A sigh of helplessness came from the rising white smoke.

"It's not that I ran too slowly, but you stepped over the line, Lord Li Que."

Bang!

The twisted and deformed car door flew out of the frame, and Zhou Changji leaned out of the car leisurely.

"Crossing the line, whose line?"

Zhou Changji looked calm, even with a faint smile, and raised his chin slightly: "That's the palace, whose line do you think it should be?"

Li Jun did not look back at the towering palace building that was particularly eye-catching under the night sky, and said in a flat tone: "So what?"

"Of course I don't care, but some people will be unhappy about it."

Zhou Changji smiled, clasped his hands together, and bowed to the sky.

"I, your humble servant Zhou Changji, pay my respects to His Royal Highness the King of Liao!"

Buzz!

A rapid and sharp buzzing sound instantly tore through the night.

Li Jun looked up, the sky was as dark as iron, and fine raindrops were hitting the sky, roaring like a pouring rain.

The night sky at this moment was like an inverted ocean, and the distorted space formed a huge vortex. Figures emerged one after another, and at a glance, there were more than a hundred people, gathered in a formation, pressing on Li Jun's head.

The pressure of the mighty power of heaven covered the four fields, like a torrent about to erupt, as if it would pour down in the next moment, washing Li Jun to pieces.

Zhu Pingxu, who had been smashed to pieces by Li Jun's punch in Songjiang Prefecture, was now hovering at the front of the battle formation, with his arms around his chest, looking down, and his eyes were as indifferent as a tiger.

The dripping rain wet his face and kept flowing along his well-defined jaw. Li Jun closed his eyes slightly and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Oh, it's quite a big show."

Li Jun lowered his gaze, but found that a strange figure appeared in front of him.

It was a young man wearing a yellow robe, with a short beard on his lips and a gentle look.

The raindrops passed through the other's shoulders, creating a few illusory ripples, and it can be seen that it was just a projection.

Zhou Changji stood behind the young man with his hands folded and his eyebrows lowered. His humble and almost humble attitude was enough to prove the identity of the visitor.

It was Emperor Jiaqi, Zhu Yiyan!

"I have heard so many stories and rumors, and today I finally meet the person in person, Li Quezhu, I have heard of your great name for a long time."

Jiaqi smiled warmly, and changed the subject: "But I think the title of 'Quezhu' is not worthy of you, 'Gejun' is more appropriate."

He did not use the lofty 'Zhen', but a more approachable 'I'.

Jia Qi's eyes flashed with an obscure light, and he exclaimed: "The teacher of the Three Generators of Duxing Xu is still so far-sighted and has given you a good and appropriate name for your position."

"It seems that Your Majesty knows the origin of my name very well."

Some doubts flashed from the bottom of his heart, but Li Jun did not think too much about it.

"But I don't quite understand why old man Zhang named it like this. His own student is obviously the most honorable monarch of this empire, but now he adds a word 'ge' in front of '君'."

Li Jun smiled and looked at Jia Qi: "Do you understand what he means?"

"The teacher naturally has his considerations for doing this. But in my opinion, the sequence is like a chasm that divides the world into heaven and the world. I am the monarch of the people of the world, but not the monarch of the gods in heaven."

Jia Qi chuckled and said: "So I think this word 'ge' is not directed at me, but at those people who sit high in the clouds and call themselves gods."

"Oh, so that's the case. Since your majesty thinks it's not..."

Li Jun raised his hand and pointed to the battle formation of soldiers above his head that was ready for battle and full of murderous aura.

"What does this mean?"

Jia Qi kept smiling: "Nothing else, just to express my respect for you, Li Gejun."

"That's really polite."

Li Jun replied indifferently, and asked curiously: "But I can't figure out one thing, since they have such a rich family background, why has the royal family lived so miserably these years?"

"Li Jun, don't be so presumptuous!"

Zhou Changji, who had been watching his nose with his eyes, suddenly raised his head, his eyebrows like two knives, his eyes like a sword out of the sheath, and shouted sternly.

"It doesn't matter, I really want to make friends with Li Gejun this time. Since we are friends, it's okay to joke with each other."

Jia Qi raised his hand to stop Zhou Changji, and didn't seem to take Li Jun's offense to heart, and glanced behind him.

"Changji, you should treat Li Gejun as if he were me in the future. You should be humble and polite, and know the difference between noble and humble. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I obey your order."

Zhou Changji turned his body to Li Jun, clasped his hands and bowed: "I was very offensive in my words just now, please forgive me, Li Gejun."

It's the same again.

Li Jun had long been tired of these people's double acts, and couldn't help laughing: "I am just a crude and rough man who can only make a fist and hold a knife. I dare not stand shoulder to shoulder with the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty."

"Why not? Just a hundred years ago, Wu Xu was the well-deserved pillar of the empire. It's just a "shoulder to shoulder". Don't worry about it."

Jia Qi waved his sleeves and said loudly: "Even if you want, Li Gejun, I will give you a dragon robe that will be inherited and exist with the country. What's wrong with that?"

"I appreciate your kindness, but I have killed too many kings, whether real or fake, and I really don't have much interest in it."

Jia Qi asked back: "You have already worn the Feiyu suit and held the Xiuchun sword, why do you lose interest in the more noble dragon robe now?"

"I am a person with a hard life and little luck. I am used to suffering and can't enjoy the blessing of comfort."

Li Jun replied indifferently, but as if he suddenly remembered something, his gradually cold eyes were fixed on Jia Qi's face, and his voice suddenly became hard: "Honghu. Is it also from your Zhu family?"

"Yes."

Jia Qi did not hide it and admitted it frankly.

Li Jun licked the salty rain on his lips: "Why?"

"Because I need the people of the world to remember the court and the Ming Dynasty."

Li Jun's mind was filled with bright or black and white faces, like a revolving lantern, and a hint of self-mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"So those who can't remember are destined to die?"

"There are more people alive."

Jia Qi's tone was sincere: "And they will definitely live better."

"Definitely?" Li Jun sneered: "Does your words count?"

"Yes!"

Jia Qi's eyes were firm, and he said word by word: "Because this is my Zhu family's Ming Dynasty!"

"What a disgusting reason to vomit."

Li Jun raised his head and exhaled a breath of hot air, his wet hair hanging behind his head, the length gradually reaching his shoulders.

"As the old saying goes, a body worth thousands of gold cannot sit in the hall. Even if it is just a projection of the emperor, it is more valuable than the lives of the people."

Li Jun raised his head and did not move, his eyes fell, looking down at Jia Qi.

"Why don't you move? Otherwise, your eyes will be stained with blood."

Boom!

More than a hundred mechanical hearts resonated at the same frequency, and the sound waves were raised like a thunder that penetrated the sky and the earth, instantly covering the whistling wind and rain.

"Li Jun, three of the four scholars of the Spring and Autumn Society have been killed by you. Not only that, the Confucian scholar named Yang Bai Ze also cleaned up the local Spring and Autumn Society clans under your instruction."

The warmth on Jia Qi's face was washed away by the heavy rain, and the sharpness of the young emperor finally showed up.

"A lot of people have died in the Spring and Autumn Society, which can be regarded as a serious loss of vitality. If you think that so many lives are not enough to comfort the people of Tianque and Su Ce's spirit in heaven, then I can promise you today that I will join hands with you to deal with Longhu Mountain and Donghuang Palace."

"Hahahahaha"

A burst of mocking laughter interrupted Jia Qi's voice.

"It's all these pretentious nonsense again. My ears are calloused from hearing it. Why don't you get tired of it?"

"The same sentence depends on who said it."

Jia Qi said: "What I said is of course the same and will never be changed!"

"Even if you can be the same, I think the number of people who died is not enough."

"Li Jun, you must know how to weigh, know the pros and cons, know the limits, and the most important thing is to know how to be respectful."

Jia Qi's indifferent look revealed majesty: "This sentence was the first sentence Zhang Shoufu said when he gave me the first lesson after I ascended the throne. Now, I also give this sentence to you."

"Emperor, are you teaching me? Teach me how to do things?"

Li Jun laughed again.

He raised his hand, and his five fingers slowly combed over his head, cutting off the excess black hair with a sharp knife.

Under the sharp short hair that had returned to its original length, there was a pair of eyes that were gradually becoming more murderous.

"Do you think that because your last name is Zhu, you are destined to be the master of this empire, and everyone except you is a bandit, a thief, a traitor, a fool, the root of the empire's troubles, and the real culprit of the royal family's decline?"

Li Jun took a step forward with his right foot, and his arrogant arrogance rose from the ground, colliding with the solemn army formation hovering under the sky.

Like a drum hitting a chime, the echoes echoed.

"Do you think you are the protagonist of the world, the dragon hidden in the abyss, and when you rise from the abyss, you can cleanse the filth and change the world in one fell swoop? You can kill and give life as you please?"

Li Jun smiled coldly: "It's all fucking bullshit! If you take off this layer of skin from your body, you are at best a person who lives a miserable life."

Yaksha, painted skin, brothel ghost, Fan Wujiu, Xie Bian, Wang Xie.

The faces that kept flashing in Li Jun's mind finally stopped, and fixed on a face with a beard that was whiter than snow, like a dying lion.

Yan Bahuang.

The old Jinyiwei who was willing to die to kill Honghu, Yan Bahuang!

"Emperor? Oh, you are such a big emperor?!"

Li Jun's eyes widened, and a black and red thunder exploded on the ground!

Boom!

Jiaqi's figure was penetrated by the lightning, and scattered into a piece of light and shadow.

The clear fist smashed the rainstorm that blocked the road without knowing whether to live or die, and went straight to Zhou Changji's head!

A figure wrapped in the explosion of the air, like a meteor falling from the sky, blocked Zhou Changji.

Boom!

The collision of fists and feet, the aftermath of the force set off a series of rapid airflows.

Facing Li Jun's fierce attack, Zhu Pingxu raised his eyebrows, and golden flames gushed out from his heart, wrapped around his clenched fists. A strong high temperature burned the ground under his feet and cracked it, and the rain within dozens of feet around him was instantly evaporated into boiling steam.

There was a saint who drilled a flint to make fire to remove the stench, and the people were pleased with it, so he was made king of the world and was called Suirenshi.

The prince of the Zhu family, who escaped from the vertical and horizontal and joined the army, was a man of the heart!

The lingering heavy clouds, the dazzling imperial city, the heavy rain that had nowhere to land, and the army array ready to go

In the foggy marshland, the golden flames were like surging waves, trying to extinguish the flying black and red thunder!

In the chaotic light and shadow, two figures intertwined, the collapsed ground cracked into terrifying gullies that were enough to swallow people, and the violent wind swept up the earth and rocks on the ground, shooting like bullets.

Zhou Changji, who was also in the world of clouds and mist, could only barely stand firm even if he tried his best.

His instinctive scream urged him to stay away from the two figures that looked like ancient beasts, but his trembling body was not under his control at all.

He was also in the third rank, but he was so weak and helpless at this moment. It was already precious that he could face the battle in front of him.

In a trance, Zhou Changji, with bloodshot eyes, finally understood Yan Dongqing thoroughly, and understood his actions and the intentions behind him.

"Rank... Only by getting rid of the imperial power and gaining independence can we, the fabricated Confucian rank, get the real rank and have the power to compete with them! Below the rank, we are all ants. Below the rank, we are all ants!"

Silent and fanatical shouts lingered in his heart.

At the same time, a wave of golden flames rose into the sky in Zhou Changji's excited eyes, and hit the black and red thunder!

Boom!

The shattering lightning disappeared between the hairs, and Li Jun's figure finally became clearly visible at this moment.

"Die, die quickly!"

Seeing that the golden flame was still rolling forward and was about to completely engulf Li Jun, Zhou Changji's tightly clenched mouth corners slowly raised, and a crazy joy was about to bloom in his ferocious features.

But the next moment, unspeakable fear enveloped Zhou Changji's body.

He clearly did not see the sword, but felt an unstoppable sharpness that seemed to penetrate his mind completely.

He clearly did not see the mountains, but felt that he was in front of an avalanche, which seemed to crush his body into powder.

Sharp force!

Collapse!

Hidden spirit!

In front of the fist peak, the surging golden flames were extinguished inch by inch.

The disintegrating mechanical body exposed a flesh and blood heart that looked like a human heart, but in the middle there was a circular cavity with a diameter of two inches, in which a cluster of golden flames was beating.

Exuding the supreme majesty of a god and a trace of panic that could not be concealed.

The sturdy figure approached again, and the strength on his fist surged, about to smash this magical heart.

The strict military formation hovering in the sky cut in forcefully between life and death, and hundreds of mechanical hearts resonated at the same frequency, as if they could connect to Li Jun's heart at the same time, condensing into an invisible heavy hammer to hit Li Jun's heart.

Boom!

Li Jun's figure suddenly paused, his Adam's apple rolled, and he spit out a mouthful of scarlet blood.

The nearby Suiren Mechanical Heart seized this fleeting opportunity, flew over the sky, and escaped.

The world of fog that could not be sustained also collapsed completely at this moment, dissipating without a trace. The long-awaited heavy rain no longer hindered it, and rushed down one after another, penetrating Zhou Changji's hair, clothes, flesh, and bones.

The four scholars of the Spring and Autumn Period completely became a thing of the past on this rainy night.

The cold raindrops hit his body, but it was a burning pain.

Li Jun, who was horribly burned, turned around and looked back, and met the re-materialized Jia Qi's projection.

"Li Jun, I have given you enough face."

Behind the bead curtain of the Pingtian crown, Jia Qi's eyes were inhuman.

In the air behind him, a soldier held the Suiren mechanical heart in both hands and pressed it to his chest respectfully.

The high temperature melted his skin and mechanical bones. The dark blue mechanical heart that originally lived under it was like a minister who bowed to the king. It took the initiative to break the entangled blood and tendons, and respectfully made room for the Suiren mechanical heart that approached.

As the Suiren mechanical heart landed again, the facial features of this soldier also twisted and changed synchronously. After a while of squirming, it turned into Zhu Pingxu's face again.

The prince of the Zhu family, who almost died again at the hands of Li Jun, was as silent as ever, but his eyes looking at Li Jun showed a little more hidden fear and a hint of fear.

Boom!

Above the palace farther away, the thick night was shrouded in a darker darkness, and dark red lightning rolled in the clouds, striking spider-web-like cracks on the sky.

But even the roaring thunder could not cover up the clanging sound that seemed to be mechanical operation.

In Li Jun's sight, in the darkness shrouding the top of the palace, there seemed to be a pair of incredibly huge arms spreading out.

It was like a giant that had been sleeping for thousands of years was slowly waking up and stretching its waist between heaven and earth.

"Why are you so aggressive?"

Jia Qi's ten fingers were intertwined and rolled in his sleeves, and there was a burning anger in his chest: "Do you really want to fight to the death with me just to vent your anger?"

"Are you done?"

Li Jun was unmoved, raised the back of his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, the lightning reappeared, wrapped around his hair, and his domineering eyes fell from afar to the front.

"If you are a man, don't complain."

"If you are brave enough, come on!"