Cyber Daming

In Jinling City, the battle is in full swing.

The cold winter night was scorched by the afterglow of the explosion, and the deafening sound of gunfire was mixed with the roars of dying people.

In this battlefield defined by the imperial power as a rebellion, the legal order was like a fish in water, haunting the ruins of the city like a ghost, tracking down the lone rebels who were guilty of unforgivable crimes.

The aristocratic Confucian order, which had no way out, was also blood-thirsty, and completely cut off the petty thoughts of watching the fire from the other side of the river. They put aside their former positions and dignity and fought side by side with the military order, which had regained the name of the army. The grand ritual music and the buzzing of the mechanical heart intertwined and echoed, high-pitched and passionate.

Zongheng Honghu, who was once regarded as a rat crossing the street, still hid in the dark, trying his best to provoke chaos and spared no effort to advocate death.

The existence above the order has become an ant that may die at any time, and below the order, there are only piles of corpses and countless Huangliang ghosts.

Jinling was full of people, and there were no more mortals at this moment.

The only one who faced all these enemies was Chishe, whose robes were stained red by blood.

Boom!

Wang Xie's figure flew out from the billowing smoke, and rolled forward the moment he landed. The moment he jumped up, a cold light was in his hand, mercilessly piercing through the chest of Faxu in front of him, and completely crushing his heart.

Without raising his eyes, he knew that there were people who wanted to kill him on all sides.

The persistence of Zongheng Wangdao and the judgment of Ming Dynasty law collided and confronted in a place invisible to the naked eye. They were supposed to be the abilities based on the people, but now they stood on the opposite side and became enemies.

Clang!

The Xiuchun Knife cut off the ruler, and the jagged edge like a saw chopped into the shoulder, dragging and tearing a horrifying bloody wound.

The knife light kept flying, illuminating the faces full of murderous intent.

Until the last enemy fell, the fire spots on Wang Xie's body were just extinguished by the splashing blood.

"Huh"

With broken limbs and arms spread all over his feet, Wang Xie finally got a moment to breathe and exhaled a hot breath of blood.

Since he decided to follow Pei Xingjian, he joined the Chi Society without hesitation.

Needless to say, there were all kinds of life-and-death experiences. Although it was difficult, Wang Xie was still optimistic.

In his opinion, although the Chi Society was at an absolute disadvantage in the confrontation with the royal family and Huang Liang, and the situation was extremely severe, it was still barely able to maintain overall, and there might be a chance to win in danger.

But in just a short moment, the barely maintained in his eyes deteriorated into a complete collapse.

It was not until the Chi Society operating in Nanzhili was successively wiped out that Wang Xie suddenly realized that their actions had always been seen by others.

The previous stalemate was just because the time was not right. Once it broke out, it would be a devastating massacre.

"I underestimated the enemy after all."

Wang Xie sighed heavily and looked around. The sound of fighting in the smoke was gradually weakening.

How to fight now? There is no way to fight!

The enemy is too many and we are too few. The Chishe collapsed at the first touch and scattered into the city to fight in the streets.

In this situation, being able to break through is already a blessing from heaven, and it is not destined to end.

But all the way to now, Wang Xie has not received any order to retreat, nor has he met any member of the Chishe who fled without fighting.

It seems that in this siege of Jinling, those who entered are determined to die.

"If I had known earlier, I would have gone to Beizhili with that bastard Hezangjia to be a free and easy owner. Wang Xie, Wang Xie, do you really think you are a swallow in front of the hall, thinking that you can have a chance to fly into the homes of ordinary people? You are just an insignificant little character, and you don't know how to fight for your life."

Recalling the stinky face and endless scolding of Hezangjia when they parted, Wang Xie couldn't help laughing.

"But if I hide, where can you hide, Hezangjia, you bastard?"

Wang Xie wiped the blood off his face with the back of his hand, took increasingly heavy steps, and rushed over following the nearest sound.

Since he is not dead yet, he can only continue to kill.

The old imperial city in Jinling City has existed for thousands of years. During this period, it has been renovated and updated many times on the original basis. The buildings are majestic and cover a vast area.

But after the decline of the Zhu Ming royal family in modern times, they have no time to take care of this place, and the Confucian officials who are nominally here are also not interested in managing this place.

Lonely and dilapidated, with a lingering smell of decay everywhere.

Wang Xie ran wildly in the long corridor, and dried blood and stiff corpses could be seen everywhere around him.

The noisy voices in front of him had already calmed down, indicating that the probability of their survival was getting lower and lower.

Wang Xie pursed his dry lips and ran faster and faster.

At the end of the corridor, the towering palace door was like a hungry bloody mouth, waiting for the prey to fall into the trap.

Without any hesitation, Wang Xie jumped like a sharp arrow and rushed straight into the darkness of the palace.

Bang!

The violent gunshot exploded in his ears, but Zonghengli had already taken the lead to control the other party's gun-holding arm and pulled the muzzle open.

The blazing bullet passed by Wang Xie's side face, cutting another scarlet blood line on the skin covered with blood scabs.

The knife flashed up and down, directly cutting off the opponent's arm. At the moment of passing each other, Wang Xie grabbed the gun that fell with the broken arm with his left hand, pointed it behind him without looking back, and pulled it all the way down.

Bang!

The rapid gunfire instantly illuminated a narrow area, and a headless corpse knelt down on the ground.

The darkness that was about to calm down became chaotic again, and the gun flames and knife lights intertwined and rose and fell in the ancient hall.

Six Arts, Mechanical Heart, Law, Bihe. The intricate sequence of abilities was like a big net, trying to trap the reckless Wang Xie.

Puff!

The Embroidered Spring Knife pushed open the extremely hard mechanical bone and pierced through the overclocked mechanical heart.

Wang Xie's face was full of ferocity, and he turned his wrist and twisted the knife, and the scarred blade broke. He kicked away the Bingxu who was still wailing in pain, and Wang Xie turned around suddenly, and the remaining half of the broken knife swung out a cold light.

The figure behind him who tried to sneak attack was stiff in place, and a blood line slowly appeared in the middle of his face. The upper half of his head slowly slid off, and the incision was as smooth as a mirror.

Boom!

The dying Bingxu ignited the mechanical heart in despair, but the heart that had been stabbed did not have much power.

The aftermath of the explosion only knocked open the closed doors and windows of the hall, allowing the long-awaited moonlight in the distance to finally find an opportunity to squeeze in.

"I know a hundred Jinyiwei, and there is really not a single one who is not fierce."

A dry laugh sounded in the corner.

Yang Baize sat in a pool of blood, a long sword pierced his abdomen, and the end was nailed into the ground.

Wang Xie looked down at the trembling broken knife in his hand, curled his lips helplessly, threw it away, and sat down next to Yang Baize.

"I'm not saying that you are at least Master Pei's formal closed disciple. The son of a rich man should not be in the hall. Don't you understand such a simple truth?"

Listening to the other party's complaining words, Yang Baize squeezed out a bitter smile on his pale face: "Are you scolding me for holding you back?"

"Isn't it? If I came a step later, you would be dead now."

Wang Xie lay on his back and replied weakly.

"I can't fight, but I'm lucky. Every time I'm about to die, I always meet a noble person who helps me."

"Then you should take the time to think about it. Will there be a noble person who will save us later?"

"You can't do it?"

Wang Xie closed his eyes tightly and cursed: "What do you think? I was just a centurion before, not a thousand."

"At that time, should I send you away first, or you send me away first?"

Wang Xie narrowed his eyes and looked at the serious-looking young Confucianist next to him.

"You are really cruel."

Yang Baize smiled and said: "Anyway, you will die anyway, so you might as well go away in a decent way."

Wang Xie said in a surprised tone: "Are you really not afraid at all?"

"When I stood in front of the gate of hell for the first time, I was really scared, even to the point of kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to people. But later, I experienced more and slowly it didn't matter anymore."

Yang Baize said calmly, but Wang Xie knew what the other party had experienced.

"You always keep your head tied to your belt. What kind of Confucian scholar are you?"

"I can't help it. The person who spared me the first time was a Martial Scholar?"

Yang Bai Ze's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to laugh a few times, but his extremely weak body made him only utter a deep groan.

"I owe you too much for saving my life. I probably won't have a chance to repay you."

Yang Bai Ze said in a deep voice: "Those Confucian scholars of the aristocratic families are determined to kill me. If you still have a breath, leave quickly."

As soon as the voice fell, there was another movement outside the hall.

Wang Xie suddenly raised his body and wanted to sit up, but the next moment, blood rushed out of his body like an arrow, and he fell down again.

"I really can't leave now."

The blood was flowing under his body, and Wang Xie said: "The people you owe favors to are not here now, so you can pay me back first. Be decisive when you cut, don't be so shy."

"Don't worry, I'm good at killing my own people."

Yang Bai Ze said calmly, and he grabbed the sword that pierced his abdomen with both hands and pulled it out inch by inch.

Wang Xie was stunned by this scene, and then laughed.

As expected, there are no normal people who have anything to do with Li Jun.

The sound of swords hummed nearby, and the curses outside the hall were heard.

"Yang Bai Ze." Wang Xie suddenly shouted.

"Hmm?"

Wang Xie's eyes were a little distracted, "What do you think will happen on the road?"

"How should I know? But it should be quite lively, after all, we have many acquaintances."

"That's right."

Wang Xie smacked his lips: "It's a pity that I can't see Lao Yan. The old man is really stubborn. He would rather be a law-abiding person than lose face."

Like a hallucination before dying, Wang Xie heard a sharp and piercing sound in his ears.

The sound came from far away and approached, and in an instant, it was like a sonic explosion above his head.

Yang Bai Ze, who was drawing his sword, stopped his action suddenly and raised his head.

Bang!

In the smoke and dust, a figure smashed the roof of the palace and fell from the sky.

In the collapsed pit, the man stretched his back and stood up, with green armor covering his body and a tiger head lying on his shoulders.

"Shen Li? I didn't expect that he really had a noble man."

The sudden change made Wang Xie laugh. Looking at the one-sided massacre outside the palace, his tense mind suddenly relaxed. He could no longer resist the drowsiness that surged like a tide, and his eyes slowly closed.

Puff!

The long sword was pulled out of his body, and Yang Bai Ze stood up shakily.

His sight passed through the shattered roof of the palace, looking at the night that was like the deep sea. A huge whale swam and circled, and the armor plates on its abdomen gradually opened, and armored figures fell one after another.

It was like a heavy rain rushing towards the fire that burned the city.

"Brother, can you really hold on?"

On the whale's head, Zhao Qingxia looked worried and asked with his head down.

"You have to hold on even if you can't hold on. Mo Xu's reputation can't just be carried by them. I'm going to prove it today that our line of craftsmen are not eggless cowards."

The words sounded in front of him, and a projection emerged in the fierce wind in the sky.

With a full head of hair and a stubble on his face, the already plain-looking man looked particularly slovenly, which fit perfectly with outsiders' usual impression of Mo Xu.

"How come other people can say a lot of strong words to support the scene, but when it comes to me, I only have such a dry sentence?"

The man raised his hand and scratched his head, muttering to himself: "Forget it, I really can't find anything to say, this sentence should be enough."

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Zhao Qingxia's tense face, and he immediately smiled and said: "Why are you keeping such a straight face? Relax, senior brother, I have never seen any big storms, so there is nothing to be nervous about in such a small scene. "

"But if things go wrong later, you must not save face. If the wind is tight, just pull the whistle. That is the rule of the world. If we can't prove it this time, we will prove it next time. Don't hesitate at all."

The man who had been searching for something to say just now suddenly changed the topic in his mouth.

"The old guys at home know your temper, so they asked me to remind you that the burden on your shoulders is not light now. If something goes wrong with you, then we, Mo Xu, may be separated again, so you must not have anything happen to you. "

"Also, they are ready to move. As long as you return to Moyuan, your whole family can escape from the empire."

Mo Qijing took the trouble to warn carefully: "This sentence sounds a bit embarrassing, but you must not look down on them. It is much harder to live in an ignoble manner than to die. If they don't have the shame to guard this family, Ye, we, Mo Xu, may have been doomed a long time ago.”

Zhao Qingxia buried her head and remained silent.

"Okay, I won't nag you anymore. Just take this."

An object slowly floated into Zhao Qingxia's sight.

However, it was only a palm-sized pocket Kunpeng. It was made with extremely poor craftsmanship. It had a round head and a short body, with a pair of bare wings attached to its back. It stared at Zhao Qingxia with its mouth open and its head shaking.

Its childish appearance is obviously so funny, but Zhao Qingxia's eyes are fixed on the scars on its back, unable to move away at all.

"You can laugh whenever you want. Why are your eyes so red? Your senior brother, when I decided to give up my physical body and transform into a black body without telling my master, I secretly drank some wine to strengthen my courage. As a result, I was very drunk. Wait a minute When I woke up, I found that the core had been built for some time, and it looked like this, but I regretted it so much. "

Mo Qijing said angrily: "Fortunately, I don't need to take this thing out. Otherwise, how can I still hang out in Mo Xu in the future?"

"It's okay, not very ugly."

Zhao Qingxia wiped her face and finally looked up at the other party, with a narrow smile on her lips.

"But...how do I remember that master said that when you were a child, senior brother, the first gift he gave you was a model of Kunpeng?"

"Don't listen to that old man's nonsense. He is almost buried. What can he remember?"

Mo Qijing blushed and hurriedly waved his hand and turned around.

"Take it. Once I really can't hold it anymore, blow it up. Don't let your senior brother and me become a ghost."

Zhao Qingxia clasped her hands together and clenched the core, and nodded heavily: "Remember."

"That's good."

The projection is like flying sand, gradually dissipating in the strong wind.

Suddenly, the man looked back.

"By the way, how much do I still owe you?"

hold head high!

The giant whale let out a roar that shook the world, and a steady stream of invisible sound waves rippled under the night, dispersing the will of the yellow beam that enveloped the entire Jinling.

Among the ruins of the city, countless figures stood frozen on the spot, violence and madness gradually fading from the depths of their eyes.

These ordinary people who had regained their consciousness no longer dared to stay at all and rushed to escape outside the city.

"I owe too much, Mo Qijing, if you don't finish it, you can't die."

On the back of the whale, Zhao Qingxia murmured to himself.

"It's surprising that a technical method that can target the Huangliang industry has been developed so quickly. Although it won't last long, it's still interesting."

After just one glance, Zhu Yiyan, who was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, looked away and looked at the majestic ancient tower not far in front of him.

Every brick and every tree is the old appearance of the Ming Dynasty thousands of years ago. Under the gate tower, there is only a lonely figure standing on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, guarding the gate.

There will be no one else but him.

Preface to Confucianism, Zhang Siyuan.

Across the vast crowd of people, we looked at each other.

Underneath the blood flowing across his face, there was a domineering sneer with unabated arrogance.

Zhang Siyuan put the gun on his shoulder and raised his hand to point at his feet.

One action drowned out countless nonsense words.

"To be honest, I really hate you Confucian scholars. Those who are obedient are as cheap as ants, and those who are disobedient are as annoying as mosquitoes and flies. They say that those who know the current affairs are heroes, but behind the scenes there are always people who do it for the so-called loyalty. Some disgusting things that deceive the world and steal the reputation.”

Zhu Yiyan raised his hand and waved lightly, and the crowd of people under his command surged like a torrent in an instant, rushing towards the blocking pass.

At this time, he was sitting in a position of authority and position, just like an emperor who was leading a personal expedition. According to the emperor's order, countless people came forward to succeed him, and they regarded death as home.

Amidst the sudden roaring sound, the tower that had survived thousands of years of wind and rain collapsed completely in the blink of an eye.

The power of an individual seems so pale and insignificant at this moment, even Ru Xusan who is proficient in the 'art of archery'. Just as insignificant.

The universe is in motion, vertical and horizontal.

The power of the vertical and horizontal sequence is fully demonstrated at this moment.

"But I will not kill you. On the contrary, I will keep you well and train you step by step to become my most loyal minister. I will gather all the people who are still willing to follow your Zhang family and solve all the worries once and for all."

Emperor Jiaqi, who had been walking on thin ice since the day he ascended the throne, finally tasted the wonderful taste of imperial power and career.

Zhu Yiyan's eyes were fascinated. At this moment, he completely forgot the fear and uneasiness that had plagued him his whole life, like a mountain weighing him down.

"Teacher has dedicated his life to the Ming Empire and made numerous achievements. He should have received the posthumous title of 'Wen Zheng' and his name will go down in history. It's a pity that he was confused for a while and made a big mistake in his twilight years. As his only son, you are the one who should serve him. He will always have a place in the Zhang family in my dynasty."

Zhang Siyuan was trapped in a tight siege and was unable to break free. He could only watch Zhu Yiyan rise into the air and walk over his head step by step. Then his sight was completely overwhelmed by countless figures who were not afraid of death.

The thousand-year silence that had been locked up inside the palace was completely broken tonight.

The puppet of Hehe held the throne of imperial power and visited the imperial city again.

"Pei Xingjian, are you also looking for death?"

The scene he had dreamed of for many years was now close at hand, and Zhu Yiyan's patience was quickly wearing away, leaving little left.

"There is no reason for teachers to go ahead of students."

The gray-haired old man blocked the way forward, and the Confucian scholars behind him were all dressed in blood-stained red clothes, showing no fear of the enemy in front of them that was a thousand times their size.

"Zhang Siyuan's archery skills can kill a hundred people. How many can your ritual skills kill, ten or fifty? How many people do I have under my command?"

Pei Xingjian, who used to laugh, curse and act recklessly, now had no expression on his face and just spoke lightly.

"Although there are thousands of people, I will go."

"Thousands of people are also in the palm of my hand. You have nowhere to go!"

Zhu Yiyan looked contemptuous, waved his sleeves, and the puppets under his feet silently surged up, swallowing up the red figures in front of him one by one.

The gradually excited genes are urging Zhu Yiyan not to stay any longer and to take the final step to complete the ritual.

The footsteps hurriedly stepped through the moonlight, and this time no annoying ants came out to block the way.

In the Wenyuan Pavilion of the old imperial city, Zhu Yiyan finally saw the figure that he thought about day and night.

Under a dead tree with all its branches and leaves, the old man was sitting in a chair, his head hanging down, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Following the actions he had conceived countless times in his dreams, Zhu Yiyan dressed solemnly and bowed to the old man with a respectful expression.

"Teacher, I'm here."

Instead of arrogantly cursing and ridiculing, he wanted to vent his many years of fear. At this time, Zhu Yiyan was more willing to complete this grand ritual of being promoted to the monarch of twenty thousand territories as a disciple.

Arrogant but not overbearing, in Zhu Yiyan's view, this is the magnanimity a monarch who is about to start a divine dynasty should have.

At the same time, it was also the last respect he left to the former imperial master.

The intertwined tree branches shredded the moonlight, and gently scattered it on Zhang Fengyue's body. His slowly raised eyelids revealed a pair of eyes full of vicissitudes of life.

But the moment the two people's eyes met, the young emperor forgot all his previous plans and plans, and could no longer control the excitement in his heart and the smile on his face.

"Zhang Fengyue, why are you so old?"

Zhu Yiyan was like a gambler who had seen through his opponent's trump card, was already confident of winning, and was finally able to turn around. He spoke rapidly and with an uncontrollable vibrato.

"Because you lost, lost completely, completely defeated!"

Zhu Yiyan asked himself and answered: "The Confucian order and status you have worked so hard to establish are now in my hands. This is still the Ming Dynasty of the Zhu family, and you can't change it even one bit!"

"Do you really understand?"

The old man's eyes were still scrutinizing as before, and his tone of a strict master scolding a bad disciple made Zhu Yiyan instantly furious.

"I don't understand?"

Zhu Yiyan's expression suddenly became ferocious, and cold murderous intent swept over him. But just when the power of Zongheng was about to control the old man and take off his head, he was held down by him again.

Simply killing Zhang Fengyue like this was no longer enough to make him feel satisfied.

Zhu Yiyan wanted to tear apart the opponent's forced composure with his own hands and witness the despair of this national traitor with his own eyes.

"You are implementing the New Deal to break through the shackles. Completely smash the population base that has been solidified for hundreds of years in the two capitals and thirteen provinces, so that sequence genes can start flowing and intermingling again, so that other sequences that have almost lost their foothold have the ability to sprout again. Chance."

"You left the imperial city to cause turmoil. On the surface, you wanted to repay the kindness of the royal family, so you took the initiative to give up Beizhili and give me a chance to choose. In fact, you know very well that I will never be willing to sit back and wait for death in vain. I gave up the Ming Dynasty, so I will definitely fight you to the death. You want to use a precarious world and the threat of death to force those ants to chase the power of the sequence in order to protect themselves. "

"You calculated the Tao order to scare the monkey. So that after I witnessed Zhang Xiji's death and Taoist disappearance, I was frightened and took the initiative to join forces with Zhan Shun, the yellow-liang ghost, and let the yellow-liang have the authority to unshackle him. To seek checks and balances to protect ourselves.”

"You planned Huangliang to intensify the changes. You knew Huangliang's will's desire for the present world, so you deliberately lured it to establish Huangliang's position and promote the emergence of new technical methods. No medium is needed to connect Huangliang, further reducing the difficulty of breaking the order."

"You established Chishe to awaken resistance. Gather and spread the rituals of various orders, completely demolish the threshold of the order, so that there is no "Dragon Gate" in this world, so that those ants will no longer fear the majesty of the empire and have the courage to resist the empire."

"You told the whole world that you want to completely eradicate all the sequences, but in fact this is just a big lie you told!"

Zhu Yiyan shouted loudly: "From the beginning to the end, you have been seeking everyone to enter the order and everyone to be like a dragon!"

"This is what you, Zhang Fengyue, really want, the absolute heaven and earth pass!"