After the explosion, flames filled the sky and thick smoke billowed into the sky. Even if Lu Hanjiang held a telescope, it was difficult to see clearly what was going on at the scene.
So he had no choice but to put away the tools. When he turned around, he suddenly remembered something and asked quickly: "By the way, is Mr. Wu okay?"
The Jin Yiwei under his command looked at each other and said hurriedly: "According to the plan, Mr. Wu should have withdrawn from the explosion range in advance, so... it should be fine, right?"
At the end of the story, the Jin Yiwei's expression was also sarcastic. It was also the first time that he had seen the power of artillery, and his tone was naturally not so sure. However, Wu Qiming knew the plan in advance and evacuated in advance, so he should not be involved.
The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while, but fortunately, a burst of neighing horseshoes appeared in time to ease the situation. Wu Qiming turned over and dismounted, sorted out his slightly messy image, and stepped forward and saluted: "I have seen the commander."
"Master Wu, please get up, thank you for your hard work." Lu Hanjiang helped him up, and then immediately asked: "Master Wu, do you think that King Youyun still has a chance to survive under the artillery fire?"
Wu Qiming pondered for a moment and then said: "The powerful cannon is extraordinary. If an ordinary master is caught off guard and is hit by a single blow, he will surely die. As for Dharma King Youyun..."
Wu Qiming said this cautiously, which meant that he was not sure.
Lu Hanjiang nodded knowingly, then patted the shoulder of the guard next to him and said to him: "Take another shot."
The Jinyiwei raised his head in shock, and then said awkwardly: "My lord, it's gone."
"Ah?" Lu Hanjiang was stunned.
The Jin Yiwei lowered his head and explained: "Sir, we only brought two rounds of ammunition this time..."
Lu Hanjiang's eyes widened: "We have been working with those old guys from the Ministry of War for a long time, and they just let us listen, right? Is this how these old people perfunctory my commander? Wait, isn't the Ministry of War under our control? They How dare-"
The mouth of the Lu Hanjiang River here is like a hanging river, and there are constant complaints. The Jin Yiwei below has no choice but to listen. According to the court rules, of course the Jin Yiwei cannot control the Ministry of War, but the Royal Horse Supervisor can.
The Royal Horse Supervisor was under the control of the Admiral of the West Factory. As early as the time when Meng Yuan came to power, the West Factory had been reduced to the echo of the Jin Yiwei. After Lu Hanjiang came to power, he directly killed the Admiral Zou Ji and even ransacked the West Factory. Not only They killed people and even took away the seal. This time, the West Factory was completely in name only. It was not even a yes-man, and it became a puppet directly.
Under such circumstances, the Ministry of War actually dared to respond in such a perfunctory manner, which really made Lu Hanjiang very unhappy. He made up his mind to look for bad luck among these old men after returning to Beijing.
However, in fact, this was completely a misunderstanding by Lu Hanjiang. How dare the Ministry of War refuse Jin Yiwei's request, but it was obviously too outrageous to play with something like artillery.
The Ministry of War was already taking Jin Yiwei's face into consideration. Without this consideration, Lu Hanjiang might not even be able to borrow a musket, let alone artillery.
In the eyes of the court officials, the knights-errants are all wild men. To send out the royal guards to deal with them is to overkill them. If artillery is used again, it will be a waste of national funds. It is not as good as the old emperor's monastic palace. At least he can see him. film.
What Lu Hanjiang didn't know yet was that because of this incident, the Ministry of War had been beaten to a pulp in the court, and even the Minister and Minister of the Ministry of War were claiming to be ill and pretending to be grandsons at home.
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"Grandpa...Grandpa...!"
Suddenly, Dharma King Youyun seemed to hear his granddaughter calling him. He lay weakly on the ground, his whole body covered in flesh and blood. Firelight and black smoke intertwined in front of his eyes, slowly blurring his sight.
There is a saying that before people die, the past will come to mind.
In front of the eyes of Dharma King Youyun, the figure of his first wife flashed past, followed closely by his pair of children, his friends... the figures passed in front of him one after another, a scene like a revolving lantern, and finally settled on a picture full of tears. On the face, that is his only remaining granddaughter.
Slowly, Dharma King Youyun came back to his senses. He looked at his granddaughter who was sobbing beside him. He raised his only remaining arm and touched her face: "Qin'er..."
"Grandpa!" The little demon girl held the hand tightly and refused to let go, as if this was all she could do to prevent her only relative from leaving.
Staring at his granddaughter who had just grown hair in front of him, His Holiness Youyun's heart was full of reluctance and love. When he thought that he would never be able to be by his side again, the pain of separation between life and death surged into his heart. The state of the shadow-taking skill that had been dormant for many years, Suddenly it became a little looser.
At that moment, Dharma King Youyun seemed to have a clear understanding. Although he was seriously injured and could not get up, the true energy in his body began to circulate along his meridians. The shadow-taking skill that had been stuck at the ninth level for many years was slowly moving towards the tenth level. A successful start.
After Dharma King Youyun noticed this, he couldn't help but laugh miserably. It seemed that Wu Qiming's guess was correct. He opened his mouth and let out a painful whine from his hoarse throat.
"Grandpa! Grandpa! What's wrong with you!" The little demon girl looked at the crying King Youyun and panicked.
The tears of King Youyun slid down his face, and the death prophecy of the Xiaoyao Sect seemed to echo in his ears again.
Vaguely, he remembered that once, he asked those nagging disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect why they asked for immortality. He remembered that the person's answer was because they were afraid of death.
Looking back on myself at that time, I seemed to sneer at such a statement, but now, when I am struggling on the edge of life and death, when I think of this sentence again, all I have in my heart is self-deprecation for my youthful and frivolous past.
"Qin'er... I'm sorry... Grandpa can't grow up with you anymore."
Dharma King Youyun sobbed and said these words, and closed his eyes deeply. Tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes. His blood-stained hands slipped from the little demon girl's cheeks and stopped on her slender neck. ——
The next moment, Dharma King Youyun used his Beiming Divine Art with all his strength, sucking in all the internal energy from the little demon girl.
"Uh--!" The little demon girl was caught off guard. Her throat was locked and she couldn't even make a cry for help. The sorrow on her face gradually turned into panic. Her two little hands struggled desperately to move away from the iron claw. But it is already beyond its capabilities.
As the little demon girl's face quickly turned pale and feeble, Dharma King Youyun's breath, which had been breathless, became strong again.
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He slowly opened his eyes and stared at the struggle and pain on the little demon girl's face. The look of begging for mercy in her eyes was like a needle, piercing deeply into his heart. The despair was almost like a ball of fire. Burning the family affection he cherished most into ashes.
The desolate tears of the little demon girl fell and turned into tears of despair on the face of Master Youyun. He swallowed the pain and turned it into the power to catalyze the shadowing skill.
Like the green plants that have dried up for many years in the desert, the shadow-taking skill of King Youyun greedily absorbs the despair and misery. The aura of the little demon girl gradually fades. Instead, he seems to be nourished, and the true energy in his body is crazy and restless. stand up.
His Holiness Youyun never denied his love for Qu Lianqin. But at this moment, the granddaughter he had regarded as the apple of his eye for many years died in front of his eyes, and the person who did it was himself. This was not because he wanted to admit his hypocrisy. On the contrary, he Think this is part of love.
Turning the treasure he cherishes in his heart into his own nourishment bit by bit, Qu Lianqin's despair at this moment is the best seasoning for this love. It is precisely because he loves this granddaughter so much that the pain of this feedback can Promote the advancement of photography skills.
King Youyun's whole body was as hot as burning and he couldn't breathe. Even his eyes seemed to be stained with red, but what was surging in his chest was excitement and expectation. Although it was twisted and ugly, it was like a swamp full of garbage. Filth, but that's the love he has for his granddaughter.
He had no doubt of it.
After taking away his inner strength, he took away his granddaughter's life with his own hands. Under the flesh-and-blood body, masses of black energy condensed and rolled, like a big wave, slowly lifting him up.
Lines of black energy adhered to his legs with visible bone injuries, causing King Youyun to stand up again. He looked up to the sky and grinned. His throat full of smoke and smoke was like a blocked pipe, and he could only make dry and irritating sounds. A muffled voice.
But Dharma King Youyun still kept laughing. For the first time, he felt that living was so beautiful. After laughing, he immediately activated his internal energy and flew towards the distance without looking back.
