Evil disciple, let go of the back of your teacher's neck!

As the night fell, the clouds faded away.

The first-string moon hangs on the rising tip, and it was held up very high when it was just emerging. Chang Minxing ordered people to hang up the curtains, sat on the futon and looked into the distance, as if he saw himself in the past from the new moon.

He was a posthumous child, and when he was still in his mother's womb, old man Chang became a "god" in the Battle of Shuangyu.From Chang Minxing's first understanding of human affairs, "Father" is the statue of the same height in front of the ancestral hall, and it is [-]% similar to him from eyebrow to eye.

The old man Chang is widely loved by soldiers and civilians in Fujian. There is an endless stream of people who come to pay respects to the statue every day. In Chang Minxing's bones.

Chang Minxing looked at the statue that looked very similar to himself being worshiped devoutly every day, and over time, he suddenly had an illusion.

Dad is a god and Buddha, and so is he.

Even afterward, Chang Minxing married a wife and gave birth to a child in a secular way, but still insisted that he had a bit of divinity in him.For this reason, he helped the poor around the world and formed good relationships. Among the people who gave aid were not only fishermen who were struggling to make ends meet, but also private businessmen who were blocked by the sea ban.

Chang Minxing treats all people equally as a god, and gradually loses interest in the same flattering words.

Until three years ago, the newly appointed magistrate of Qin'an County, who had only been in office for two months, came to visit and reported himself as Yang Dayong.That person looks like a scholar, his facial features are clearly carved, and there is a bit of gentle demeanor in it. Although he is not weak, he does not let Chang Minxing see how brave he is.

Yang Dayong stepped over the false half-step, and stood at Chang Minxing's eyebrows - this was the first time anyone dared to look him in the eye and speak.His burlap shirt had patches on top of patches, but the stitches were so tightly stitched that not a single thread was exposed.Over the years, Chang Minxing has seen many poor people in common clothes. They came here for relief, wishing they could show themselves their most ragged side. He had never seen such decent poor people.

Yang Dayong bluntly said that "the people in Fujian have been suffering for a long time, and the Japanese invaders are also breeding evil." However, he did not shy away from pointing out that the Chang family's act of building a smuggling port in Shuangyu was really drinking poison to quench their thirst.

"The current actions of the Chang family are nothing more than providing cheap goods for the sea merchants to smuggle goods. The merchants make profits and the people suffer from poverty. There are also countless moths in the army who are obsessed with smuggling and smuggling private businesses, resulting in a lack of training. What's more. What's more, if you work with thieves, how can you resist the enemy with one heart."

This time Chang Minxing was very fresh, he asked Yang Dayong how to solve the chaos, and the other party said in a clear voice.

"The gates of the country should be open, the coastal defense should be strong, reject evil and accept good, regardless of high or low. To build Minzhou into a world-class port, not only to open up avenues for rich merchants and businessmen, but also to develop channels for the livelihood of the people and the country. In this way, Jintang can reach the Japanese people Swords and soldiers, wealth and goods inside can calm the hearts of the common people, and if both inside and outside are clean, the world will be peaceful."

Chang Minxing still remembered that it was raining in the courtyard that day, sometimes slow and sometimes fast.The sound of rain separated his house, which was built like a Buddhist shrine, into a desolate island. During his conversations with others, his robes were splashed by the rain, and the truth was stained from shallow to deep.

At that moment, Chang Minxing changed from a god to a man.

The debate between the two did not come to a conclusion. Chang Minxing refused to give up the idea of ​​supporting big merchants and forcing the court to open a mutual market in Hong Kong. Yang Dayong also uttered bold words that one day he would clean up Shuangyu and prevent this bowl of poisonous wine It evolved into a serious illness that plagued Nanyang.

The Western chiming bell rang at the right time, awakening Chang Minxing's spiritual consciousness.He withdrew his gaze, stopped on the tablet in front of him, and said in his heart that it was because the death date of the deceased was approaching, and the number of times he fell into the past became more and more.

This is very bad.

"My lord, my lord! The master has already settled down, you can't go in..." Chang Yu, who hadn't heard from him all this time, suddenly went to the other courtyard. He didn't allow the door to communicate, so the courtyard was unprepared, and the housekeeper followed behind. Urgently persuade, where can I persuade.

After a burst of messy footsteps, Chang Yu suddenly pushed open the door, not allowing Chang Minxing to question her, and opened her mouth with a sullen face: "Father, is it true? The tank boat was robbed, those craftsmen, and Shuangyu underground flint."

Chang Qi's heart trembled as he listened, and hurriedly stopped him: "My lord, be careful with your words."

Chang Yu ignored it, her fair face turned slightly red.He is as tall as green bamboo shoots, with a slim appearance, and a tough personality like Liu Yuetao.

Chang Minxing knew this son's temperament best, waved his hand, and asked Chang Qi to take someone out, walked up to Chang Yu, and said softly: "Yu'er, you have been away for several days without coming home, and you have so many problems when you come back. Which one is better to answer first?"

Chang Yu was startled, and then remembered that he was obsessed with so many volumes, that he forgot where he lived for a few days.Ashamed of this, the anger in his eyes dissipated a little, but they were still clear, and there was no room for any filth.

Chang Minxing sighed, and replied: "It's true, everything Yu'er said was done for my father."

Chang Yu's long eyelashes blinked a few times, and the bright mirror seemed to be cracked secretly. After a while, accompanied by a trembling question, it suddenly shattered into teardrops, splashing one by one: "Father, why, why are you doing this?"

Chang Yu pulled the futon over, beckoned his son to sit down, and listened to him tell a conspiracy that spanned three years.

After that day's meeting, Chang Minxing and Yang Dayong signed a three-year agreement: when the three-year period expires, it will be seen whether the unfettered private trade is the first to break through the shackles of the maritime ban, prompting the bandits to turn into merchants, or the favor. The strategy of Jin Ou that pays equal attention to prestige will gather the hearts of the people more quickly and cure the troubles of the barbarians on the island.

Under the situation that the Great Yan Dynasty regarded "sea ban" as the standard, and talked about "opening the port" would be distasteful, Chang Minxing hadn't experienced such an interesting bet for a long time, and hadn't seen such an interesting person for a long time.He told the housekeeper that when Master Yang comes again in the future, he doesn't have to work hard to climb the steps, he will welcome him.

But the bet fell apart after only three months.

In the spring of the 47th year of Qingyuan, in March of the new calendar, Japanese pirates besieged the city.At that time, Yang Dayong, the magistrate of Qin'an County, led the army to fight to the death and did not surrender. Food and grass in the city were in urgent need. In desperation, Yang Dayong had no choice but to ask him for help behind his back.

Chang Minxing agreed, not only for the unfinished bet, but also for his confidant who is in the immediate battle.

But Chang Minxing never imagined that Yang Dayong was on the way to transfer grain and grass outside the city with the token of the Chang family in his hand, the arrow full of malice would cut him off the horse.

The young man who held the title of "Dayong" in his heart didn't die in front of the battle, he didn't die in the confrontation with himself, he died in the frame of his colleagues, and when he left, he was covered in mess.

Later, the people who went to the mass grave to look for him were not only Yang Dazhi, but also Chang Minxing.

That is to say, from that moment on, Chang Minxing's only sliver of humanity mixed in his Buddha nature disappeared.He turned into a true Buddha with downcast eyes and no words, looking down on the joys and sorrows in the mundane world, unmoved, and nothing in this body.

In the 47th year of Qingyuan, on March and the third day of the new calendar, the defense map used to frame Yang Dayong did not fall into the hands of Japanese pirates. It was Chang Minxing who took out the one drawn by Mr. Chang himself during the Shuangyu campaign and ordered Chang Qi to send it overnight. Into the enemy camp.

Hearing this, Chang Yu couldn't be more shocked, her thin body trembled coldly: "Father, it's, it's you."

"Yu'er, you should know that the Japanese invasion is not caused by a few small barbarians," Chang Minxing stroked his beard. He was actually only thirty-seven years old, but his hair turned white the night Qin'an City was destroyed, " The human heart is like a rotten tree, and some naive people tried to dismantle it, but they were dragged into the rotten quagmire that would never be restored. The purpose of burning it for my father is to clear up the obstacles to the ambition, why don't you understand?"

Chang Yu was indignant: "So grandfather, as well as the ancestors of the Chang family, are all obstacles in your eyes? When the fire is ignited, they will also be wiped out. Father, what are you doing, how dare you!"

After a moment of silence, Chang Minxing clasped his fingers, placed them in front of him, raised his eyes and asked, "How did you know about Huoyin?"

Chang Qiqing didn't know well, so before Chang Minxing exposed her, she knelt down straight outside the door and blocked his way: "Master, the Japanese have already become suspicious and want to attack you and young master. Chang Qi knows his crime Damn it, you want to kill and cut, and you can wait until tonight to talk about it—"

Chang Minxing didn't give him a chance to continue to confess, and Chang Qi was so painful that he passed out immediately with a sword in his chest.

Most of the shadow guards who were supposed to be guarding the Bingyan building were transferred to the inner house by Chang Qi.When Chang Minxing led the men back to the ancestral hall, the inside of the house was already thin and boneless, with corpses strewn across the pillow.

After Liao Wuji lost his hand from Pujue Temple, he was blind and his martial arts were half useless. All he relied on was a flute and the ability to control Gu.Up until now, most of the shadow guards were unprepared and accidentally hit the Gu worm's claws. When he regained his mind, he pointed at the cold blade and moved to remove the bones and gouge out the flesh.

Chang Minxing looked at the bronze cauldron with Chilong pattern in his arms, his hand that was supposed to hold the bead was turned away, and he squeezed his joints tightly, "Raise your hand now, and I will spare you. If you are willing to turn back in this sea of ​​suffering, you will be fine." shore."

Liao Wuji beat his heart several times, holding the sword that slashed him in his hand, he turned his eyes slightly when he heard the sound, but he didn't look at Chang Minxing, but passed him, and turned to the bronze sculpture of old man Chang outside the house.

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, what can be called shore if you can climb on it so easily?"

With an exceptionally ear-piercing sound, Chang Minxing's secretly taut heartstrings were snapped, and the pain like cutting flesh penetrated every inch of his body, eroding his rationality that had been cultivated for many years.Chang Min was angry from the heart, and the evil came to his guts. He ruthlessly threw a long-burning lamp, and threw it straight at Liao Wuji's face.

Liao Wuji waved his sword to parry, but the hand that once swung the square could no longer hold the sharp sword flower.The edge of the sword was deflected by an inch, and the lampstand knocked him backwards. The shadow guard at his side waited for an opportunity to pick up the knife, the sharkskin armor was split open, and a large stream of blood gushed out from the foot-long wound.

The shadow guard was still waiting to go up, and he could smell the movement around him, and the blind knight groped for the bamboo flute with difficulty, gathering energy in his dantian.A catastrophe earlier caused half of his internal strength to be lost. In the past two years, Yu Feirou spent all his wealth, just to find a way for him to restore his internal strength. Compared with Young Master Whale, it is definitely not the same.

The title piece was silent, flying like the wind, but Liao Wuji's backward leap was even faster.He stabilized his figure, the long stroke that had reached a dead end affected the wound, his chest and back were numb with pain, and only half of his arm was left with strength.Looking up, the originally empty eyes were as frosty as a rock, and the bloody sleeves shook the room into a blue light.

All of a sudden, the sound of the flute was louder and louder, and the sound suppressed the evil spirit of the Buddha's light, whether gods or demons, they all hurriedly covered their ears in place.Capture the thief first and capture the king!Liao Wuji poured out the last bit of his energy and pierced through the blade of the sword. He rushed over and hit Chang Minxing hard like a dragon diving through the water.

At this critical moment, Chang Yu had no time to hesitate, and almost immediately fell into the room, with red eyes and arms stretched in front of Chang Minxing: "Father—"

Perhaps it was this sound that allowed Liao Wuji to recognize the person who was coming, and also aroused the self-preserved joy and affection.

Thinking that maybe in the near future, there will be people in this world who will call him like this, the wind and frost in his eyes quietly faded, and a warm current filled his eyes.With just a flick of a finger, several thin blades slashed off.

His sword was blown away, and the bamboo flute shattered into several pieces in his hands. The Gu worms who could not hide smelled the breath of death, and they all abandoned their shots, but Chang Minxing turned on the oil in the middle of the fire, and the fire burned it clean.

Liao Wuji was lying on the ground dying, the flesh on his shoulders rolled up, he injured the intercarotid artery, his blue shirt was blood-stained and turned a frightening black.

Suddenly, he heard Feng Lin's voice, what he said seemed to be "the Shuangyu riot, private businessmen rushed to report, and the crimes of the Chang family were exposed in full light", and so on.

Liao Wuji finally relaxed, and then he regretted that he failed to achieve double victories, and he couldn't double the leverage when he saw King Yan.

The outside cavalry lined up and quickly blocked all the gates. Feng Lin rushed in with a group of people, and was overwhelmed by the miserable scene in front of him.

"Liao Wuji..." Feng Lin called out in a low voice.

Liao Wuji moved his thin lips, but couldn't make a sound, he said "Arou" from the shape of his mouth.His slightly dilated eyes seemed to gather a little light again, like stars sinking into the sea, illuminating the shadow deep in his pupils.

The residual branches sifted through the frost and the morning moon, and it turned to be the first white in the east.

But Liao Wuji closed his eyes, the light was gone, and he would never wake up again.