When Bigan heard this, he glanced at Wen Zhong, who was being supported by him, and shook his head firmly.
"Chief Immortal, I heard that the Grand Master was an important minister left by the late king to the king. He worked for the great merchants for thirty years and worked hard with great achievements. If I kill him, how will I see the late king underground in the future?"
You said that, what else could Pindao have to say? Chu Feng suddenly fell silent.
"Chief Immortal, I heard that the Grand Master has something to say to you."
Bigan said softly.
Obviously, the two communicated before coming in.
Chu Feng saw that Wen Zhong's face was covered in blood and looked very bad, so he waved his hand and sent out a beam of light to straighten his appearance.
"Say it"
Wen Zhong looked at Chu Feng, his wrinkled cheeks trembled a few times, and said in a hoarse voice: "Senior, you want to help me, Dachang, to pacify the world."
“So be it”
Chu Feng nodded.
After receiving the affirmative answer, Wen Zhong couldn't hide the joy in his eyes. A golden immortal, in an era when saints did not appear, was basically a top-notch combat power. He could wipe out the princes and the random strangers from all directions without any problems.
In order to express his gratitude, Wen Zhong ignored the pain on his body and bent down to salute.
"Dachang has been a country for six hundred years. It has gone through countless ups and downs, and it is still standing today. It relies on countless people with lofty ideals who shed their lives and blood. The younger generation is fortunate to be valued by the late king and entrusted with the responsibility of Tuogu, who works hard and sleeps day and night. Don’t dare to relax at all. Things are going to change today. The juniors believe that they can’t change anything on their own. The seniors take action, and the juniors will be grateful.”
Chu Feng just hummed. He had seen so many things that he was already numb to this kind of painless gratitude.
Shen Gongbao, who came over at some point, said dissatisfiedly: "He is also your senior uncle, how can you call him senior? When you address Pindao, just call him by his first name."
Wen Zhong's expression was a little awkward. Who could blame him? In this world, victory or defeat has always been determined by the size of the fist. If you can fight, you will be polite. If you can't fight, no one will be polite to you.
But these words can only be thought about in the mind, and superficially, they have to be perfunctory.
"Uncle Shen Gong, please don't blame my nephew for his blindness just now. Later, my nephew will hold a banquet at home to apologize to my uncle."
“That’s pretty much it”
Shen Gongbao's tense expression relaxed.
At this time, Bigan said quietly: "I'll go see the king later."
Two persecutions, one heartbreaking, and one killing of the whole family, even though Bigan was a loyal minister, there was still a thorn in his heart. If I don't talk to the king, I probably won't be able to sleep tonight.
Wen Zhong opened his mouth but said nothing. Bigan was indeed guilty of imprisoning the king, but what the king did was really a bastard.
Back then, when the king was still young, he acted dissolutely. As the minister of Tuogu, he often took heavy action. Later, when the king grew up, in order to maintain the dignity of the king, he mainly gave advice. This expedition to Beihai lasted for several years. I didn’t expect the king to be so dissolute.
On the way to the palace on horseback, Shen Gongbao pretended to be casual and asked Wenzhong.
"My nephew, this king usually kills ministers like dogs. Why is he so afraid of you? I heard that this time you came back, he has not even been to the harem a few times. He handles government affairs honestly and diligently. It’s like a different person.”
Hearing Shen Gongbao call himself his nephew in a casual tone, Wen Zhong felt as sick as if he had eaten a fly alive. If Chu Feng, a super master, was not beside him, he would have practiced this for thousands of years and was still so weak that it was difficult to look directly at him. Uncle Master, give me a good beating.
"Ahem, uncle, when the late king passed away, the king was just a young man with a naughty temperament. Under normal circumstances, if his nephew's persuasion failed, he would fight with fists and kicks. Therefore, the king is quite afraid of his nephew."
Hearing this, Shen Gongbao couldn't help laughing. It turned out that the notorious King of Shang and a generation of tyrants was afraid of Wen Taishi because he was often beaten when he was a child.
"Uncle Shen Gong, please don't spread this matter to others, so as not to damage the king's reputation."
Wen Zhong hurriedly added.
"Don't worry, the king was beaten by you when he was a child and is afraid of you when he grows up. A poor man will not talk nonsense."
Shen Gongbao had a loud voice, just like a modern person speaking with a loudspeaker.
Not only Chu Feng and Bigan looked over, but many of the soldiers accompanying him also cast stunned glances. The high and mighty king was originally beaten by Grand Master Wen, which was too shocking.
"you"
Wen Zhongqi's beard stood up. This uncle who cultivated himself on dogs must have done it on purpose.
Seeing that Wen Zhong was playing tricks on him, Shen Gongbao slapped the horse's ass and rushed to the front of the team.
…
In the side hall of the palace, the burly King Zhou listened to the report of a black-faced general kneeling on the ground.
"Your Majesty, I just heard that the Grand Master led troops to besiege Bigan's mansion. The traitor Bigan and the demon named Chu fell from the sky. Wen that the Grand Master didn't catch a single move, he flew out and vomited blood. At this moment, they are heading towards The palace is here, please decide whether to go or stay, please make an early decision."
When King Zhou heard this, his strong body swayed, and he fell down on the soft floor as if he had lost his soul.
Last time he almost ripped out Bigan's heart. This time he sent people to kill Bigan's whole family. The clay figure was also very angry, not to mention Bigan. Needless to say, Bigan would definitely kill him this time.
"No, Gu cannot die in the hands of his ministers. Gu is the supreme being in the world and cannot bear this humiliation."
King Zhou stood up suddenly, rushed to one side, picked up the bronze sword placed on the wooden stand, pulled it out, and placed it across his neck. The whole movement was smooth and flowing.
"Not allowed, your Majesty"
The general stepped forward to stop him, with a look of horror on his face.
The world is in chaos now. If the king dies, Dashan will really be doomed.
"Go away"
The long sword in King Zhou's hand moved away from his neck and stabbed into the general's chest, causing bright red blood to flow out.
"Big, big king"
The general vomited blood from his mouth and his whole body went limp.
King Zhou snorted, and put the sword across his neck again with a cold face. The palace servants who were planning to come over to dissuade did not dare to step forward.
"The 600-year-old Shang Dynasty has been established for 600 years. I have not protected it well. Now the world is full of smoke and wars. There are even more ambitious people who want to seize the throne. This is God's will and not a human disaster."
King Zhou sighed with emotion and completely ignored himself, which can be said to be unrepentant.
"Great business for thousands of years"
With a low roar, King Zhou swiped his hand hard, and a stream of bright red blood spurted out.
"Ho ho..."
Lying on the ground with a painful expression on his face, King Zhou covered his bleeding neck and kept venting his anger.
At this moment, the aloof king realized how painful it was to commit suicide by wiping one's neck.
One breath, two breaths, ten breaths...a hundred breaths.
King Zhou found that he had no signs of death except for dizziness and severe pain in his neck. He couldn't help but hate his good physique.
