Cyber Daming

Outside the old capital, the battle continued.

The thick blood color filled Zhang Siyuan's eyes. In the chaotic crowd, the overlapping suppression of ritual art and the power of Bihe continued. The ruler and the sword attacked him, not giving him any chance to breathe.

The sticky blood stuck his clothes and skin together. Zhang Siyuan felt that his head was mixed into a paste. There was a rumbling sound. His five senses were upside down and chaotic. He could only rely on instinct to dodge the attacks that followed.

Zhu Yiyan said that he wanted to keep him as bait, but the group of followers controlled by him had no intention of leaving him alive, and they were merciless.

It was at this moment that Zhang Siyuan truly felt the power of the vertical and horizontal order.

If it was a single release, it would not be difficult for Zhang Siyuan to kill the vertical and horizontal order of the same rank. But if the opponent is equipped with enough "position", even if it is only a team of about one or two hundred people in front of him, the combat power that bursts out can suppress him.

The legal order and the military order are besieged in front, and the Confucian order and the vertical and horizontal order stand in the back to suppress him. The different orders cooperate seamlessly, making full use of their strengths and avoiding weaknesses.

And the fighting spirit is so high that it is unbelievable. Even if more than half of their own side is lost, no one is still timid and retreats.

"But in the final analysis, it is because the Confucian order is not good at fighting."

Zhang Siyuan felt helpless. Although the vertical and horizontal order holding the "position" is strong, it is not without any weaknesses.

At this moment, standing at the outermost edge of the battle, a vertical and horizontal order four who has been standing by from beginning to end is the "flag bearer" appointed by Zhu Yiyan to be responsible for distant and nearby attacks. This small number of "position" users, all of whom are connected and commanded by him.

As long as the opponent can be killed, all dangers will naturally be solved.

But the problem is that Zhang Siyuan is on the verge of exhaustion and has no power to break through and behead the other party.

"It seems that I will most likely be left here today, but it's okay, at least I don't have to stare at that stubborn and unreasonable old man anymore."

"It's just a pity that I still have a few good days. By the way, I wonder what the Baidi Huntang that Zou Sijiu told me about last time in the foreign land looks like?"

Zhang Siyuan's eyes were empty, and he muttered to himself. The gun in his hand, named "Fanxiang", was dyed with gold and green colors, and the Taoist scriptures engraved on it were lit up one by one. The barrel, as thick as a cannon, sprayed out gorgeous and deadly brilliance, blasting the person in front of him into a fine blood.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of gunfire boiled again, even more violent and fierce than before.

Zhang Siyuan used his "shooting skills" to the fullest. Even in the state of confusion of the five senses, he was still able to make every shot accurate and fatal.

No matter whether it was Confucianism, military, law, or vertical and horizontal, once locked by the muzzle of the ‘Fan Xiang’, the end could only be to explode into a ball of rotten meat and blood.

But in the eyes of the fourth order of vertical and horizontal, this scene was just the last counterattack of the trapped beast before death. As long as he could survive this wave, Zhang Siyuan would be a fish on the chopping board and could only be slaughtered by him.

Thinking of this, the flag-holding vertical and horizontal order did not hesitate, and did not care about the rapid loss of the ‘position’ in his hand. He ordered a group of followers to surround him again, intending to use their lives to completely exhaust Zhang Siyuan’s strength.

‘Fan Xiang’ just burst into a deafening roar, and the next moment he was grabbed by the muzzle of the gun by a six-tactics soldier who rushed close.

The red and numb mechanical eyes collided with the bloodshot eyes, and the crazy sound of the overclocked mechanical heart in the chest and the sound of the gun sounded at the same time.

Bang!

Half of the mechanical body was blasted into a piece of broken copper and iron, and the broken mechanical bones were like sharp swords, shooting in all directions.

Zhang Siyuan, who was close at hand, was also not light in his hands. Countless iron and steel slag splashed on his body, smashing a dense blood hole.

The severe pain gnawed at his heart, and the power of Bihe that had eroded into his body took the opportunity to wreak havoc. Zhang Siyuan's eyes went black and his movements suddenly became extremely slow.

A ruler hit his shoulder heavily, and Zhang Siyuan's mouth and nose were bleeding, and he was beaten and flew out.

The grand voice of asking for the crime was still echoing in his mind, torturing his will. The chaotic footsteps in his ears suddenly quieted down.

The only possibility for the opponent not to pursue the victory was to wait for Zhang Siyuan to end up worse than death.

Invisible to the naked eye, the temptation of the power of Bihe is still getting worse, and with the suppression of the Six Arts and Etiquette, it is trying to force the Zhu family's mark on Zhang Siyuan's consciousness. This kind of pain is incomparable to any physical punishment.

"It hurts so much."

Zhang Siyuan struggled to stand up, his right arm trembling constantly. The "Fanxiang" that used to be as light as nothing was now as heavy as a mountain and could no longer be lifted.

Repeated attempts still did not help. Zhang Siyuan curled his lips, let go of the gun, and slowly raised his right hand, pointing his index finger at his temple.

This action is so childish, like a naughty boy using his fingers as a gun.

"No wonder I always saw people dying rather than surrendering in books before. At that time, I thought they were just too hypocritical. Now it's my turn, and I finally understand that sometimes it's better to die than to live."

Zonghengxu, who was holding the flag and giving orders, looked calm, as if he didn't care about Zhang Siyuan's suicide at all.

His Majesty only wants the Zhang family's reputation. If he can control the other party, it would be the best. If not, it doesn't matter.

Even if Zhang Siyuan dies, His Majesty can still let him live.

"Bang!"

Zhang Siyuan uttered a sound, and two fingers like guns suddenly pointed at the Zongheng Xusi in the crowd.

Invisible waves shot at him quickly, but a Confucian scholar who was approaching flew up and blocked the 'shooting skill' for him with his body.

"Zhang Siyuan, if you really have the guts to commit suicide, I might still give you a high look. But unfortunately, you are just a cowardless person."

Zong Hengxu had a sneer on his face, and at that moment, a harsh sound broke through the air from behind him, coming from a distance.

"Um?"

Hold the flag and give the signal, execute orders and prohibitions.

The followers who besieged Zhang Siyuan reacted quickly, but the speed of the incoming man was obviously faster, and he crashed into the crowd.

Shen Li roared angrily, bowed his back slightly, and resisted all attacks with his tiger armor. He was like a brave soldier who broke through the enemy's formation and wanted to pull out the flag and behead the person who gave the command!

Bang!

The change was not sudden, but Shen Li's ferocity exceeded the expectations of the flag-bearing Zonghengxu, and his head was smashed directly by the powerful fist.

When a person dies, the flag falls, and without the person in charge, this ‘position karma’ should have disappeared.

However, the enemy group did not collapse and flee, but continued to launch a siege.

Zhang Siyuan, whose pressure was suddenly reduced, took a deep breath, picked up the fallen 'Fanxiang' with his toes, and looked at the 'human flags' that were constantly rising in the night in the distance.

The Zhujia dragon flag has already been planted all over Jinling.

A corner of the imperial city, in the corridor.

The sound of fighting here has completely subsided. Ye Feng, who was cowering aside, finally dared to step in and began to clean up the diffuse smoke and pungent blood.

Yang Baize covered the wound that penetrated the front and back of his abdomen, used the long sword as a crutch, and staggered among the corpses on the ground.

He buried his head and carefully looked at every face that was either frightened, desperate, or angry.

There is hope and uneasiness in the eyes, intertwined with the ups and downs between screenings.

After searching for a long time, Yang Baize finally saw the old face mixed with blood and sweat next to a mountain of corpses.

Pei Xingjian sat under the old and mottled city wall, where the flag-bearing men knelt down in front of him.

"Your boy's life is really good. I thought you were dead long ago."

The old man raised his heavy eyelids, moved his cloudy eyes, and looked at the young man who was staggering towards this side.

After seeing the other person's face clearly, his eyebrows and eyes trembled together in an instant, but the words that came out of his mouth were not pleasant at all.

Fortunately, the young man had already gotten used to his temper and smiled.

"If my fate is bad, how can I be your student?"

Yang Baize threw away the long sword that was used as a crutch, and bowed down to ask Pei Xingjian to help him stand up, but he heard the other party say: "I only have one breath left, you kid, please don't torment me."

"Old man, what are you talking about?"

Yang Baize's eyes flickered, but the moment his fingertips touched the old man's arm, he shrank back as if he was electrocuted.

The touch was soft and weak, as if all of Pei Xingjian's bones had been shattered.

"Didn't I lie to you?"

"If you don't want to move, just take a rest. Let's go after you've rested."

Yang Baize pretended to be calm, turned a deaf ear to Pei Xingjian's joke, and sat down next to him.

But the next moment, Yang Baize couldn't bear it anymore and spoke hoarsely.

"Why is this happening?"

"There is no way."

Pei Xingjian exhaled a long breath: "If these Zhu family members have no strength, how can they have been sitting on the throne for thousands of years?"

"You know that's not what I'm talking about!"

Yang Baize's eyes turned red and he spoke quickly: "Why don't you leave? You obviously know that."

"Why didn't I abandon him when I knew he wanted to die on purpose?"

Pei Xingjian smiled slightly and asked, "Then why don't you leave and stay in this Jinling city?"

"Because you are my teacher." Yang Baize blurted out.

"But he is also my teacher."

Yang Baize hesitated to speak, repeated several times, and finally pursed his lips tightly and buried his head without saying a word.

"He has his loyalty to fulfill. As a student, I can't stop him. Now I have fulfilled my loyalty. As a student, Xiao Baize, you should also congratulate me on becoming your teacher, right?"

"They are all idiots." Yang Baize suddenly cursed.

"Others call Confucian scholars of our lineage nerds. Of course they are all idiots."

Pei Xingjian's hearty laughter suddenly stopped, and he choked out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs fragments.

His originally gloomy face turned a little rosy, and he regained some strength.

The broken neck bone prevented him from turning his head, but he still seemed to see the sadness on Yang Baize's face.

"Don't look so depressed. Teacher, if I don't die today, I will die tomorrow. No one can escape the fate of dust and dust. The Zhu family has worked hard to plan for thousands of years, but no emperor has ever truly achieved immortality. ”

"Then you shouldn't die here. Others want to return to their roots. Shu is so far away, how can I carry you back?"

"Who did you learn from that brat to be so ungrateful?"

Pei Xingjian laughed and scolded, and continued: "I don't care so much. I can bury myself wherever I die. I can still be Liu Jinxun's companion here, which is just the right time to teach that old guy who deceived his teachers and destroyed his ancestors."

Yang Baize said softly: "The Liu family has a tall and big valve tower. It is buried inside so that the wind can't blow it and the rain can't hit it. But we have empty sleeves and nothing."

"Is that so? Then you'd better carry me back, otherwise it will be too embarrassing."

Pei Xingjian smiled and said: "At worst, you will be my teacher in the next life, and I will be your student. How can I repay you this love?"

"Forget it, I can't teach students like you."

Yang Baize's tone was full of disgust.

"That's right. Apart from him, I'm afraid no one can stand me."

Pei Xingjian's eyes dropped and his gaze fell on his feet.

"When I was young, your teacher and I loved to say that I was a barefoot wild man, not afraid of any noble man who wore shoes. But if there was a chance to wear a pair of good shoes, who would be willing to go barefoot? But it was just to save face. Hard words."

"But I told many lies, but they seemed to become true. It was as if I was born to disdain all glory and wealth. Even if my life is thinner than paper, my heart is higher than the sky."

Pei Xingjian whispered to himself: "In order not to be looked down upon by others, I have developed a bad temper for myself, and I don't care about anyone. Liu Jinxun is from a good family, so I deliberately antagonize him everywhere, and I will say whatever he says. Xi, I protested when he agreed and started fighting, just because I didn’t want him to get his way. Even old man Zhang has been scolded by me for many years. It seems that he has a good temper, otherwise I, a traitor, should have been killed long ago. "

"If you know you've made a mistake, correct it. There's no such thing as a good thing. This is your fault, and you should give them a good apology."

Yang Baize leaned his head against the wall and followed his teacher's example, lowering his gaze and looking at his toes.

"The father's debt is repaid by the son, so I'll leave this matter to you."

Pei Xingjian said in a matter-of-fact tone: "Why else would I use you as a student?"

"But having said that, I seem to have done a few decent things in my life. Fortunately, I accepted you as my student, so in the end, I didn't accomplish anything."

Pei Xingjian smiled and said: "You are much better than I was when I was young. You have ideals, a bottom line, perseverance, tenacity, and more importantly, a bloody spirit. Many Confucian scholars have already lost this point. It’s the same whether you’re wearing shoes or barefoot.”

"I'd like to hear it, and it will boost your energy. Say a few more words, and you'll have more energy in your legs when I carry you back."

"Okay, keep your ears open and listen."

Pei Xingjian said: "Since you are not dead, then live well. Do something big in the future, and people in this world will remember that your teacher is called Pei Xingjian. In this way, I will face Liu Jinxun and Li Bufeng under Jiuquan." You can still have face when you are an old bastard.”

"What great things can I accomplish? I am just a burden wherever I go."

Yang Baize's face was full of self-mockery, and he didn't notice that the old man's eyes were trying hard to squeeze to the right, eager to see his face.

"That's just now, not the future. When you are tired and want to stop, don't think about me, think more about your master. How many wrong paths has Old Man Zhang taken in his life and how many times has he been a burden? I'm afraid even he himself There are too many to count. But when you succeed, all the troubles in the past will be ignored.”

"When you were young, whipping horses and walking in the snow to look for flowers, that was just high-spirited in your own eyes. Returning to the old capital in your old age, with the silver moon and dead trees, is not the great achievement that everyone admires."

Every word is sonorous and has a strong sound.

Even Yang Baize, who was as sad as death at this moment, couldn't help but feel shaken.

"Xiao Baize, you have to walk your own path from now on."

"I'm afraid that one day I will make a mistake without realizing it, and I will never be able to look back."

"Then just go all the way to the dark side, why bother with so many things?"

A cynical smile suddenly appeared on the old man's face. He imitated the words he heard from others and shouted in an authentic Shu accent.

"I'm an old man, but you're still afraid of a hammer? The world is going to be different soon. It won't be long, and you'll have to wait. Do you understand?"

The voice was loud, echoing among the old city walls on both sides and the mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the ground.

Yang Baize sat up straight, gently hugged the old man's slanted body, and looked up at the sky above his head.

Rumble.

The sonic boom roared, and the sharp and high-pitched suona sounded throughout the city.

Black-red lightning came from the northwest, cut through the night, and fell into Jinling.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying figure with a height of more than ten feet fell from the sky, exploding into dust and smoke that covered the stars and the moon.

"I know."

A white-haired head rested on his shoulder.

Yang Baize moved gently, carefully sweeping away the dust from his hair, smiling to himself.

"Don't worry, don't be vain."