The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1998 Beating the Old Man

The other 40,000 demon iron cavalry remained in the capital to protect the monarch. They could not be taken away even if the Queen Mother traveled, let alone Fang Yun going north.

However, there were too many rare resources such as demon iron collected from the Jiao Holy Palace. The Gongdian Palace had agreed to prepare one million sets of demon iron cavalry equipment for Fang Yun alone to arm the soldiers of the Blood Mang Realm.

Fang Yun had never thought of borrowing troops from the imperial court before he came. The various words and deeds of Left Prime Minister Liu Shan were like juggling in Fang Yun's eyes. What really aroused dissatisfaction was that Liu Shan actually forced the Queen Mother to go to Ning'an.

"Then I will follow my plan! When the master returns to the court, it will be the day when Liushan will be completely wiped out!"

Fang Yun was constantly planning in his mind, deducing tens of thousands of possibilities and taking into account countless accidents.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped.

"Fang Xusheng, something seems to have happened at the Ministry of War Yamen. The door is blocked. Let's take a detour." The coachman's voice came from outside the door.

"Someone dares to make trouble in front of the Ministry of War Yamen?" Fang Yun thought, his hearing increased, and he could clearly hear the conversation nearly a hundred feet away.

The coachman explained: "It started three days ago. Three sides were defeated, many soldiers died in the battle, and the old people who had lost their children ran to the Ministry of War Yamen to make a fuss. There were a lot of things yesterday. The veterans from the three sides arrived in the capital to tell the details of the front line. When the old men found out, they refused to let go and asked the veterans who had escaped to kowtow to their dead sons. It seems that there are probably more veterans from the three sides blocked there. "

"I'll get off the car and take a walk, you follow me."

Fang Yongyong finished speaking in a cold tone, got out of the carriage, and walked slowly towards the Yamen of the Ministry of War as if taking a walk.

The coachman drove the Wenxiang carriage and followed slowly.

The driver followed Fang Yun and looked at the people nearby in surprise. The more he looked at them, the angrier he became.

The virtual saint of the human race, dressed in green, was walking on the road, but no one took the initiative to greet him. Does Jingguo still have any etiquette?

But the next moment, the coachman suddenly remembered that sometimes when Wen Xiang was among the crowd, many people seemed to turn a blind eye.

"Is this...could it be that Fang Xusheng has reached the state that the master achieved a few years ago?" The coachman secretly clicked his tongue, looking at Fang Yun's back with even more awe.

The entrance to the Yamen of the Ministry of War was crowded with people. The soldiers who were supposed to maintain order had frowning faces and did not dare to drive away the people.

Fang Yun walked into the crowd, and everyone instinctively gave way to him, but did not look at him.

Fang Yun successfully squeezed into the crowd and stood in the innermost circle.

At the foot of the stairs of the Ministry of War yamen, seven dust-stained soldiers were kneeling on the ground. Each soldier's armor was in dilapidated condition, each soldier had scars on his body, and the wounds on several soldiers were still oozing with blood.

In front of these soldiers, stood nearly a hundred old people, both men and women, all with angry faces.

An old woman pressed the nose of a young soldier with her index finger and cursed: "You still have the nerve to come back? My son is younger than you. He died on the battlefield. Why do you come back? A bunch of deserters! Why don't God kill him?" You! What did you do when my son killed the barbarians on the battlefield?"

An old man hit another soldier with a cane and cursed at the same time: "You bastards! The soldiers on the front line are bleeding and sweating, but you are here enjoying the happiness! Why don't you die! Since my son is dead, you all have to pay for it." Buried with him! Get out of the capital!"

"Get out of the capital!"

Many old people cursed.

Several young soldiers lowered their heads, tears dripping down.

The older veterans looked dull and turned a blind eye to what happened.

An old man in rich uniform slapped a young soldier hard, and the clear voice even interrupted the shouts and curses of others.

The young soldier lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and remained motionless.

The old man in rich clothes pointed at the young soldier and cursed: "Who do you think you are? You deserve to come back alive? My sons, all the great scholars, died fighting in the north. Why do you deserters come back? Why don't you demons and barbarians kill all you deserters!"

"I...we are not deserters, we are retreating after defeat..."

Snap!

Before the young soldier finished speaking, the old man in fine clothes raised his hand and slapped him again, and cursed: "My son is dead and you are still alive. You are a deserter! You deserve to die! Do you still dare to speak out? I will beat you to death." !”

They saw the old man in gorgeous clothes stretching out his hands, drawing his bow from left to right, and repeatedly slapping the young soldiers.

The young soldier gritted his teeth and remained motionless.

The old people applauded one after another, and many people in the distance frowned.

When the soldiers in front of the Ministry of War Yamen saw this scene, they sighed but did not dare to step forward.

A man who looked like a butcher in the crowd complained in a low voice: "Jingguo has been fighting for many years. No one has lost relatives or friends, and has never seen others taking out their anger on the soldiers. Look at the bravery of these soldiers. If the deserters had been killed long ago, they were obviously coming back to report the news. Let's Our court is helping us by knowing more about the situation on the front line.”

"When these soldiers recover, they will still go to the front line to fight. There is no way they are deserters."

"Why is no one trying to persuade those people?"

"I can't help it. At least one of these people's children and grandchildren has died. Whoever tries to persuade or scold anyone will not even dare to offend the boss of the Ministry of War, let alone us."

"They are quite pitiful, but they can't take it out on the soldiers."

At this moment, a young man in Tsing Yi walked out of the crowd, stepped between the old man in Chinese clothes and the soldier, raised his hand high, and waved his arm at the old man.

Snap!

Amidst the clear slap, the old man fell heavily to the ground, and blood gushed out from his mouth, as if he had knocked over a soy sauce bottle.

The old man was stunned and lay on the ground for a long time without getting up.

The hundreds of old people also stayed where they were, looking at Fang Yun stupidly.

"Fang... Fang Xusheng!"

Everyone recognized Fang Yun, most of the people knelt on their knees, and some people half-knelt on one knee.

An old woman was obviously so scared that her legs were shaking, but she still mustered up the courage to point at Fang Yun and shouted: "You... you dare to hit an old man?"

Fang Yun raised his chin high, glanced at the old people with contempt, and said coldly: "From now on, if you dare to scold, I will dare to hit you until you dare not scold!"

"You... you are not a human!" The old woman was so angry that her whole body trembled!

Fang Yun did not hide the contempt in his eyes.

"I... I will fight you!" The old woman was so angry that she lowered her head and bumped into Fang Yun.

"Get out!"

Fang Yun raised his right hand and slapped the old woman on the cheek. The old woman screamed and fell to the ground, her eyes went black, and golden stars appeared randomly.

"Murder! Fang Xusheng is killing people! Fang Xusheng can't beat the monsters, so he wants to kill us old people! All the saints, open your eyes and see what Jingguo has become..."

The old woman was throwing a tantrum, and Fang Yun looked at her coldly.

The people and soldiers nearby were of different expressions. Some couldn't understand why Fang Yun hit the old woman, some didn't expect the old man to commit suicide like this, some were thinking deeply, and some glared at Fang Yun...

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