The ancestors are still so celestial, with their snow-white beard and spotless white shirt, looking from a distance, they really look like the hermits in the deep mountains and valleys in the paintings, with an aura of being out of the world.
But everyone who knows him knows that he is a sharp blade attached to the imperial power. His appearance cannot hide his worship of power. He has told his apprentices countless times, "Learn literature and martial arts, sell your goods to the emperor's family, nothing else." There is no other option'.
In his eyes, what's the point of a green forest warrior studying hard all his life? You can be a general in troubled times, but once the world is in trouble, there will definitely be literati stepping on your head.
Moreover, none of the founding emperors of the past dynasties did not kill military ministers. They just treated the military ministers as wiping paper, and they had to throw them away after use and they also found it smelly.
This world will always belong to their civil servants and the royal family, and only those two groups of people can exchange rights with each other. As for the generals, they will always work together to suppress them and use all means to suppress them.
My ancestors finally understood that if a warrior wants to live a good life, he must seek refuge with the royal family. Only then can the royal family tolerate you and make you rich and live a good life. Don't always want to taint the power of the court. Literary men can touch that thing. , but there will be problems if the warrior touches it.
It was under the influence of this kind of thinking that the ancestor successfully transformed himself into the most loyal slave, following three generations of emperors and still being favored by him. This is really an anomaly.
In the eyes of our ancestors, a slave must behave like a slave. Since you Kirigakure brat has chosen to be Cixi's slave, in the end you have to wipe your butt and use your life to fulfill your master.
Palace battles have been bloody since ancient times. Now that you Kirigakure brat is involved, you are gambling on your life. If you win, you will naturally be promoted and make a fortune. If you lose, you must have the consciousness to commit suicide. You must protect the master. How can you do that? Escape.
This is a casino built with human lives. Since you dare to end the game, you must be willing to admit defeat. Ci'an's anger must be quelled by the life of your Kirigakure kid, and the entire palace must be handled by a group of heads. Scapegoat, you Kirigakure brat is definitely indispensable in this.
"Stop, don't make me bother. You know there will be no good results if you anger me...I will make your life worse than death."
"Do you think you are unjust? You are not. It was you who stole the late Emperor's secret decree and burned it. It was you who offered the poisonous plan to the Queen Mother of the West. It was you who wanted to taint the reputation of the Queen Mother of the East...even the false information. You forged it, how many people have you deceived, it would be a shame for you to die..."
The Kirigakure kid was running away in front, while her ancestors and disciples were chasing after her. The bell-like sound reached the Kirigakure kid's ears, making her extremely irritated.
"This damn old man, why are you so desperate? If you really pinch me in the face, I will not be loyal to you Manchu cowards. Look at how you have governed this country. If such a rich land is given to Our shogun, what a splendid civilization that would be.”
"Auntie, I am only loyal to the shogunate. I am a ninja of the Tokugawa family. I will be a ninja all my life. I will never betray you. I look down on you, these slaves of the Qing Dynasty."
The Kirigakure brat was finally cruel, and she stamped her feet and rushed toward the southwest of Beijing. There was a base camp she had worked so hard to manage, and the dead soldiers she had raised were hidden there.
A group of people walked through the residential buildings after the rain, scaring countless people and exclaiming. Fortunately, all the troops in the Fourth and Nine Cities were deployed to defend Xiao Letian, otherwise the streets would have been chaotic.
These are all real masters of Qinggong. They can walk through houses and jump spines. Soon, the Kirigakure brat rushed to the small courtyard where she was hiding. It was a big house with three entrances. She didn't know where she got the money. Bought.
"Old man... If you have the guts, come after me. Anyway, my aunt, I won't die in vain. You can't even think of succeeding..."
Provocation, this is pure provocation. How could the ancestor be so angry? He immediately accelerated his body and rushed forward.
"Master, be careful there is an ambush..." the apprentices shouted loudly, but the ancestor, the master of art, was bold and didn't care at all. "What are you afraid of? I have also seen Xiao Letian's new army gun formation. What can anyone do to me..."
Dressed in snow-white, she flew over the roof like a wild goose, drawing a perfect curve in mid-air, heading straight for the Kirigakure brat, "Bastard servant, where are you running away..."
Before he finished speaking, the figure of the Kirigakure kid was seen rolling and crashing into a flashing window lattice. Almost at the same time, three huge explosions were heard in the small courtyard, and three violent explosions occurred from the northeast and west. explode.
The shock wave shattered all the window lattice in the room, and iron nails and iron sheets rushed out of the house like a heavy rain, rushing towards the ancestors like a dark cloud.
"No..." There was a roar on the roof, and the disciples of the ancestors all turned pale with fright, and their whole souls were taken away.
This is not Xiao Letian's musket array that our ancestors have faced before. Now the iron nails and iron sheets rushed out from the explosion are completely like a dense cloud. The ancestors are like pulling onions on dry land and suddenly rush upwards, but this shock wave still rushes towards them. on his lower body.
"Ah." The ancestor screamed and fell to the ground. The disciples saw that there was no good place for the master from the lower abdomen to the feet, and bright red blood immediately seeped out.
"Master." All the disciples were stunned. They never expected that the god-like master actually died in front of their eyes.
Back in Tanggu, the ancestor carried out the imperial order to assassinate Xiao Letian. Although it was unsuccessful, Xiao Letian's musketeers could not do anything to him. The ancestor had a unique skill of guessing the enemy's intentions like a Zen meditation.
At that time, as long as there was a slight change in the minds, eyes and hands of the New Army soldiers, the ancestor could sensitively detect the trajectory of the bullet that was about to be fired. He could judge the direction of the bullet before the opponent fired.
It was with this strange intuition that the ancestor was able to escape from Xiao Letian's hands, and he was the only one in the Qing Dynasty who could master this strange technique that was close to meditation.
Such a heaven-defying miracle will naturally make the ancestor extremely arrogant. He hates Western guns with great hatred. In his heart, facing firearms is already a heartfelt hatred. He believes that firearms are the chief culprit in the extermination of Chinese martial arts. The culprit.
In his eyes, as long as everyone in the Qing Dynasty learns his skills, they will naturally be invincible and dominate the world, and mere foreigners are nothing.
But today, he never thought that what was ambushed here was not a martial arts master or a Western musketry team, but actually three cannons.
That's right, what the Kirigakure kid had hidden in her room were three homemade tree-trunk cannons, which she got inspiration from the large fire cannons.
Select the straight and thick pine wood outside the pass, cut off the thickest part of five meters long, and then hollow out the core of the tree to make the shape of a cannon bore, and then use iron hoops to tighten the trunk one by one.
This hollow cannon bore is stuffed with particles of black powder, plus bowls of iron nails and iron sheets. Finally, a small hole is drilled in the tail and the fuse is inserted.
Simple, this is such a simple cannon, economical and effective. The only drawback is that it can only be fired once. The force of the gunpowder explosion will smash the wooden barrel into pieces.
But that's not important. As long as an explosion occurs, according to the laws of physics, the main shock wave, iron sheets, and iron nails will rush out from the muzzle, and only a small amount of power will be leaked in other directions.
The ancestor of the Forbidden City was defeated by such a sharp weapon. After all, he did not see the existence of the cannon with his own eyes, so his self-consciousness naturally dissipated.
The fragments broke through the window lattice and rushed towards the ancestor. The entire lower body had been beaten into a human shape. The Kirigakure kid and her direct descendants rushed out of the house one by one, shouting wildly.
"We have killed our ancestor...he is dead this time." But just as they roared, the eagle-clawed grandchildren on the roof immediately took action, and hidden weapons rained down like rain.
"Save the master... kill the traitors... kill them." The crying disciples rushed down and attacked the enemy without fear of life and death, even if they died together.
"Retreat, without this old guy causing trouble, we can all escape from Sijiu City... Auntie, I will take you to enjoy the happiness, let's go..." A group of dead soldiers disappeared into the south city under the leadership of the Kirigakure kid. There is only Leaving behind ancestors whose life and death are unknown.
"Master." The disciples hugged their ancestor and cried in pain. At this moment, the ancestor opened his eyes and said only one sentence, "Go to Dongjiaomin Lane... to find the British doctor Buck... only he can save me... "After saying that, his head tilted and he fainted completely.
This ancestor who hated Western medicine the most chose Western medicine at the last moment because he knew that only Western medicine was best at treating this kind of injury.
"Make way, make way... everyone, get out of the way." A speeding carriage was rampaging through Sijiu City. The disciples of the ancestors burst into tears one by one. Their whips were beating hard on the horse's back. Male was so tired that he was almost frothing at the mouth.
No one on the street, no matter the officials or the people, tried to stop them. Even the soldiers of the nine admirals were scattered by them. The green soldiers were beaten with leather whips and screamed.
"Ancestors from the Forbidden City are here again... Whoever dares to make trouble must make way for us and get out..."
When they arrived at Dr. Buck's residence in Dongjiaomin Lane, the doctor who was very close to Xiao Letian had just returned to Beijing from Ryukyu.
"Master Foreigner, please save our master... Please save my life..." A group of apprentices knelt in front of Buck and kowtowed like garlic. The silver ingots and gold leaves in their arms fell into the muddy water. inside.
"We have all the money you want, please help me... This is the last master in our Chinese martial arts world. The master is gone. At least twenty unique skills have been lost in our Chinese martial arts world. Please help me... Help."
Dr. Buck, no matter how important your ancestor was to the Chinese martial arts world, he regarded all patients as the same. As soon as he saw the injuries, he shouted, "Get ready for surgery immediately, let's save people..."
Almost at the same time, a sound of mountain roaring and tsunami suddenly came from the city wall in the distance to the southwest. The whole city of Beijing was already shaking. It took everyone a long time to understand the sound.
"Xiao Letian...Xiao Letian...Xiao Letian is here." The city of Beijing was completely overturned by this name.
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