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Then, the sound of bells and drums beating in unison, bang bang bang, the sound of powerful impact impacting the four directions, like the beating of a giant drum, made the heart slightly numb.

Passing over the big gray skirt of the old monk Chengkong, he saw a black lapel and those eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

I couldn't help but feel cold.

It was a look that regarded all living beings as ants.

Everything in the world can be killed.

Emperor Kangxi could see such eyes every time in the bronze mirror, looking down from above, not even cold.

Life and death are determined by the heart, and violations are not allowed.

That's it.

Once upon a time, to see such indifference in the eyes of an enemy, an assassin?

How could he have imagined that after so many years of enthroning the royal kingdom, he would actually regain the feeling of being alone and having no one to rely on many years ago, and he could only silently endure and lurk.

"Master is very hardworking, but it's a pity that he is willing to be the lackey of the Tartar Emperor. His intentions are not pure. No matter how powerful he is, it is useless."

Huge force collided and roared, like the roar of artillery fire, which made the whole imperial study room buzzing, with a clear and pleasant voice, cold and frosty.

"You have practiced well with the eight parts of the real body, but you should also try my Yanshuang breath, the blossoming of the five aggregates..."

The voice suddenly turned high, and a breath of ice and snow attacked overwhelmingly amidst the long sound waves.

Then, Kangxi saw that monk Chengkong's broad and solid body suddenly trembled.

A ray of saber light broke through the misty smoke, and it was cut right in front of his eyes like a cloud and a moon.

"Be merciful."

The light of the knife suddenly appeared, and a little jade light flashed again. It was two fingers, crystal clear and sharp, which came later and came first, and they touched the arm-length blade that suddenly cut in front of Emperor Kangxi.

Zhaoyang Taoist's one-qi congenital kung fu only practiced the real breath of the dantian, but now it works, it melts and steels iron, pure yang infinite.

Yang Lin's Plum Blossom Saber Technique has not yet been developed, but just after the five colors appear, the blade body is already broken and broken, and it is impossible to advance.

He should have been extremely depressed, but he didn't show the slightest loss, but he raised his head and laughed loudly.

It wasn't until this moment that he really understood how amazing the achievements he had obtained from Zhou Hongyi, the great master of the Possession Boxing Technique, over the past fifty years.

From the self-awareness of the plum blossom five-element pile method for making a living when I was young, to the five-plum killing method obtained by killing Japanese and protecting the people, and then to 30 years of dormancy, I suddenly realized the cold plum breathing method of snowing and frost.

At this moment, a body of skills may not be able to match the profound heritage and long inheritance of others.

However, it is also self-contained, so profound and ingenious that no one in the world can be regarded as one of them.

Plum blossoms bloom, heads fall.

Can kill the people who can be killed in the world.

The wind is calm and the dust is settled.

The gloomy look in Emperor Kangxi's eyes had completely frozen, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth had become his last expression.

A line of blood appeared on his neck...

Nourishes...

The blood was like a fountain, the head slipped down, and the body of a headless dragon robe slowly fell on its back and fell to the ground, splashing bits of dust.

Until the end, he still didn't seem to believe that someone would dare to kill him and could kill him.

He didn't even have time to show a frightened expression.

The knife is fast, the person is ruthless...

Once some things happen, there will be no chance to regret it.

He probably didn't expect that Yang Lin really didn't come here to kill the emperor. He didn't have much interest in this, and he didn't want to deal with the next mess, it was too troublesome.

He just wanted to save people.

Wouldn't it be better for both sides to take a step back?

No one will suffer too much damage.

It's a pity that he thought of the best ending, but he didn't expect that a creature like the emperor, who has never learned how to compromise, just wants to take advantage of the world, how can he give in?

They are all threatened for this sake, and they still want to slaughter people all over the house.

If you don't want to kill, you can't do it.

Can you blame me for this?

……

Monk Chengkong uttered the Buddha's name, bowed his head, and looked sad.

Taoist Zhaoyang took a step back, put one hand on his chest, and said with a long sigh:

"Dao Youjun's kung fu, if I have a sword in my hand, you may not be able to attack and kill people..."

Yang Lin admitted this point.

When Zhaoyang Taoist made a move earlier, his sword energy was pure and yang, and his strength was unparalleled. Unfortunately, he used his fingers as a sword, and he could only stick to the front third of his body, but he couldn't reach far.

By Yang Lin's plum blossom knife light, which contains the energy of the five elements, it tears the air, avoids the real and hits the weak, and narrowly cuts through Emperor Kangxi's body, thus succeeding.

At this time, it can be seen whether there is any effect of weapons.

With the knife in hand, Yang Lin seemed to have an extra arm.

Sturdy, sharp, and can be discarded at critical times, in exchange for opportunities at any time.

This is something Zhaoyang Taoists who only attack with two fingers cannot do.

Even if he wanted to do this, his instinctive reaction was that he was unwilling.

When fighting desperately, the momentum will be weakened by half a point.

One side is attacking, the other is defending, and the attack is like a violent wind and rain, penetrating every hole;

It is also guarded like a dam and a long embankment, watertight...

It looks evenly matched, but it can no longer take into account others.

Yang Lin would rather not protect the body of the sword, but at the price of breaking the sword, he still wants to slash with the sword. His murderous intentions are extremely heavy.

This is what Zhaoyang Taoist admires.

The weapon was destroyed, the physical strength was exhausted, and there were two masters present, and the heavily armored soldiers on the periphery were holding strong crossbows and hard bows. He was not afraid that he would not be able to walk away, and died here?

Moreover, he is not afraid that killing the emperor will lead to serious consequences, and let his relatives and friends fall into a place of eternal doom?

In other words, he really doesn't care about the people of the world, and wants Kyushu to re-emerge into chaos and enter a chaotic world?

Chapter 057

Yang Lin understood the meaning of the Zhaoyang Taoist standing back and not attacking again.

He turned his head to look at the sad-faced monk Chengkong, and still couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.

The knife marks on the great monk's body that were cut by the light of the knife had already stopped at this time, and even a few drops of blood were not shed. Obviously, it was not impossible to fight again.

But he also had no idea of ​​shooting again.

"Grandmaster didn't take action, so don't you worry about the lives of monks big and small on Mount Wutai?"

"The matter has come to this point, it is useless to worry, even if you try your best to keep the benefactor, you will not be able to bring the emperor back to life.

This calamity can't be avoided, can't be stopped, it will come when it should. "

"Free and easy."

Yang Lin smiled.

He thought it was very interesting to have one Buddha and two masters.

It's understandable to listen to people's orders and be willing to be a dog...

Because the entire sect is in the hands of others, if they want to survive, live well, and make the sect flourish, they have no right to think about the hatred of their family and country, the difference between Huayi and barbarians.

To put it simply, if you have milk, you are a mother.

Previous behavior undoubtedly confirms this.

When the emperor was still there, they tried their best to prevent the assassination, which was for meritorious service.

When the real hatred has been accomplished and they can no longer protect their sect, they are very good at adapting to the wind and becoming extremely fast.

Presumably, what these two people are thinking at this time is to preserve their useful bodies, dismiss their disciples, and hide in the mountains.

Because, no matter what happens to the assassin Yang Lin.

After all, the matter of the emperor's death has become a foregone conclusion and can no longer be changed.

Their fate has already been set.

If the guards are weak, a hundred deaths will never be forgiven.

Others don't care what your reason is, letting the emperor die before his eyes is the greatest sin.

As long as the Manchus are still in power in this world, they will have no chance of survival.

But it is a pity that the world will really continue to be decided by the Manchus.

Even if a Han Chinese is invited to be the emperor, he will not be able to sit still.

In the war at the end of Ming Dynasty, the Manchus entered the pass.

Regardless of whether it is justifiable to get this world, but the people of the people are determined, this is a fait accompli fact.

There are such a large number of people who don't worry too much about who the emperor is, is he a Han Chinese?

As long as they are given food to keep them alive, even if the emperor is a pig or a dog, long live long live long live.

The needs of the people have never been so simple.

And those people with lofty ideals, the underground forces who opposed the Qing Dynasty and restored the Ming Dynasty, in fact, have no place at all.

It's okay to be disruptive.

However, if they are really allowed to govern the world and win the hearts of the people, it would be bullshit.

It's okay if the emperor is dead, aren't the court officials still there?

Believe it or not, an emperor will be elected the next day.

Even if the Aixinjueluo family is dead, there are Niuhulu, Wanyan, Tongjiafucha, etc., who can be emperors.

This is not to blame for their deep servility.

but because.

These high-ranking officials have to be steeds to ride, and their interests have been linked with the Manchu nobles.

It is a matter of a century-old plan and family inheritance, and they absolutely do not want to see the Manchus fall.

Everyone in the court is like this, what about the folk scholars and wealthy businessmen?

In fact, the same is true.

The same is true.

If it were the Han people who came to sit in the world, how could they survive by groveling and groveling by selling their ancestors for glory.

In other words, how can we maintain our current wealth and splendor?

Stupid enough to let someone else do the liquidation?

There really are such people, and they can't be high-ranking officials. Those fools are staying in the anti-thief forces, and they will hardly survive.

The world is all for profit.

All the hustle and bustle in the world is for profit...

There is such irony.

"I do have an idea."

Yang Lin turned his head and looked around with a leisurely posture.

It seems that he has not seen the strong bow and crossbow that is about to be fired at all.