Yangtze River ferry.
Pedestrians moved to the side of the road one after another, looking ahead and talking among themselves.
In the middle of the road, there was a large group of people, about five to six hundred people, all of whom were soldiers wearing strong armor.
"Where is the ship? Hurry up and mobilize it, the Emperor will be here soon."
"It has been a hard journey, but now we finally see the light. As long as we cross the river, we can live a good life. As the saying goes, if the Suhu Lake is ripe, the world will be full. At least you will not have to worry about food and drink in the future."
The cavalrymen were conversing while recruiting ships. Currently, more than ten large-scale ships have been detained, but this group of people still felt that it was not enough.
Obviously, they were just the pawns responsible for opening the way, and there were still large forces behind them that had not yet arrived.
In addition, they acted so arrogantly, and combined with the words in their mouths, passers-by quickly guessed the answer, and couldn't help but have playful smiles on their faces. They stopped walking one after another, pretending to be watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.
In fact, compared to the Ming Dynasty that ruled this land for more than three hundred years, everyone actually has a greater sense of identity with the newly established new dynasty.
In any case, the latter can give people hope.
Let's not talk about it in the past. In the past, the Ming Dynasty government did not make efforts to suppress bandits, let alone eradicate evil spirits and heretics. It could not do anything. It was the first in tax collection and various exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes, which had already made people breathless.
Many people would rather abandon their homes and risk their lives to hide in the mountains and forests than be under government rule.
Because of this, the new dynasty that has the ability to eliminate demons and protect the Tao has attracted the support of countless people as soon as it appears, hoping that the new king with the blessing of various mysterious auras can make a difference——
According to rumors, the emperor of the new dynasty, as the reincarnation of a god, should have a very big picture and would not lower himself to oppress the people.
This is the truest thought in the hearts of most people. Although it is not as devout and pious as the people of Jinling, it is still gratifying enough and is a good start.
at the same time.
Ten miles away, carriages guarded by guards on all sides rumbled along.
Frankly speaking, the monstrous Abbot Pudu Cihang's style when traveling was not so exaggerated.
These vehicles are extremely large and can accommodate dozens of people without being crowded.
In addition, it is fully equipped with carved windows and wooden doors. Rather than calling it a carriage, it would be more appropriate to call it a moving palace.
"Your Majesty... don't... don't..."
"It's not dark yet."
Screaming sounds sounded from time to time.
At this moment, the dim old emperor lying inside did not know that he had become the king of subjugation.
Although the soldiers accompanying him had heard something, they were unwilling to believe it——
Since all the civil and military officials had become empty shells, there was no one around the emperor, so he banned officials from hundreds or thousands of households. Now there are many generals in this escort team of more than a thousand people.
"Your Majesty is really getting stronger with age."
“It makes people’s hearts itch to hear that when we get to Jinling, we will buy a hundred concubines and give birth to a bunch of sons, haha!”
"What kind of concubines do I want to take... I go to the Jiaofangsi near the Qinhuai River. I don't have to pay for it. I don't even bring heavy clothes with me every day. They are all ladies from official families."
In the middle of the queue, the carriage shook violently.
Listening to the tickling sounds coming from inside, the guards also started thinking about various wonderful activities tonight.
According to the current speed, they will arrive at Jinling City in the evening at the latest. By then, the Supreme Emperor will fulfill his promise and distribute official uniforms, land, and money to everyone.
It was only because of these thoughts that they persisted all the way.
Of course, we didn't encounter any dangers on the road. We didn't encounter any monsters or monsters. Those stupid thieves who blocked the road and robbed them only dared to watch from a distance and didn't have the guts to get close.
It is worth mentioning that the soldiers did not think that the Supreme Emperor was trying to make a big deal. Jinling, as the place where the Ming Dynasty was established, had a large amount of gold, silver, and grain reserves.
When Emperor Yongle moved north, he not only left many distinguished ministers to guard this place, but also made it clear that if future emperors could not guard the north, the imperial court would move south and continue the Ming Dynasty here.
so……
Once the Emperor is successfully escorted back to Jinling, the promise will be fulfilled!
"It's ridiculous to live in your own fantasy and not dare, let alone be unwilling to come out."
Inside the City God's Hall.
An old man looked at the Xuanguang mirror hanging above his head and sneered.
If any older religious men and women saw him, they would definitely reveal his identity:
Blessings at the old temple.
His family had just held a funeral a few days ago, and the memorial shed has not yet been evacuated. The strange thing is that none of his children and grandchildren were very sad. They told relatives and friends that the death of the old man was a sign of mourning.
Everyone thought it meant that the old temple wished for a long life, and they had already taken a dim view of life and death.
But the truth is that after his death, he became a god and became the chief officer of the Prison Department under the Spirit King, and his rank was not low, ranking fourth grade.
Above, the Spirit King in a black dragon robe is also paying attention to the Xuanguang Mirror. Through this mirror, he can monitor everything within a thousand miles.
"It's really a strange thing that these guys can come here without any treasure to protect their body and no cultivators to follow them."
Lao Miao Zhu looked at the wrinkled old emperor in the picture, as well as the many concubines who looked coquettish and screamed horribly, and felt a sense of discomfort in his heart, and then said:
"Why don't you let the jackals, tigers and leopards eat them all..."
"Save the trouble."
In the midst of complaints, the Spirit King replied: "Pudu Cihang is a giant of the monster clan that has attracted worldwide attention. Once it dies, it will naturally frighten other big monsters and hide in remote mountains and remote areas."
"And once the big demon is gone, the remaining two or three kittens will be low-key and behave as demons as long as they are not stupid."
Next to him, General Niutou added.
"Ignore this matter, let me handle it."
The Soul King clone waved his sleeves to disperse the scene manifested in the Xuanguang Mirror, and said with a smile: "If the old emperor had some foresight and didn't do anything crazy, he would definitely end up with a pretty good ending."
the other side.
Lu Li, who had just finished talking to his father, was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and said with a strange expression:
"I didn't expect he was still alive..."
"The old man is really lucky. I guess Pudu Cihang is planning to finish devouring Fu Tianchou's flesh and blood. He is almost complete, and then eats the emperor to escape the tribulation."
As he spoke, he turned his attention to the desk.
These are memorials specially copied by hundreds of officials. Dad just sent someone to deliver them, indicating that he could take a look if he had nothing to do. If he had any objections, he would directly tell Yousi to deal with them according to his wishes.
However, Lu Li just wanted to be a hands-off shopkeeper.
In addition, he had already made up his mind on how to deal with the old emperor.
It's not about how to change the ban on the other party.
Every time a dynasty changes, the previous generation’s subjugated king will receive a new title:
Emperor Liu Chan of Shu was granted the title of Duke An Le.
Sun Hao, the emperor of Wu State, was granted the title of Marquis of Ming.
Li Yu, the leader of the Southern Tang Dynasty, was granted the title of Marquis of Disobedience.
Chen Shubao, the empress of Chen, was granted the title of Duke of Changcheng County.
…
According to convention, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty will also receive a title, but Lu Li doesn't care about this because he has handed over all his power to his father and no longer cares about the world.
[There was heavy wind, rain, thunder and lightning, which prevented him from crossing the river. After three days, he will be dispatched again]
I saw Lu Li picking up a pen and writing a short twenty words on a piece of white paper. Then, with a wave of his hand, the white paper turned into a stream of light and flew to the Yangtze River water house.
…
At the bottom of the river, there is a mysterious water house.
A huge dragon turtle, which looked like a hill, was sleeping in the hall, snoring like thunder, causing waves of sound waves.
As a dragon god, it acted extremely plainly. It neither enlightened the shrimp soldiers or crab generals, nor gathered the nearby water tribes. It guarded the water mansion alone, sleeping or looking for food all day long.
For Long Gui, this is a kind of practice, but also a kind of enjoyment.
According to the current speed, in another two to three thousand years, he will be able to shed his turtle shell and become a true dragon.
Why bother to be busy and look for things when you have nothing to do?
However, the calm was broken the next moment.
A ball of spiritual light suddenly fell from the sky, ignoring the surging undercurrent and the protective shield outside the palace, and hit the dragon turtle straight away.
[There was heavy wind, rain, thunder and lightning, which prevented him from crossing the river. After three days, he will be dispatched again]
Feeling the information contained in the spiritual light, Dragon Turtle's originally slightly sleepy eyes immediately widened and he looked up towards the river bank.
The dim undercurrent cannot stop the Dragon God from exploring at all. After all, it is the nominal master of the entire Yangtze River.
"The saint has arrived, why don't you kneel down?"
"Kneel down quickly, otherwise, I will be punished on the spot!"
Under coercion, the pedestrians knelt down reluctantly, cursing in their hearts:
The dynasty has already changed, so why are you still pretending to be an emperor?
Why didn’t the new dynasty arrest the Hunjun? Dip pig cages and behead people in the vegetable market!
In this situation, no matter how stupid Dragon Turtle is, he still knows what is going on.
It did not dare to waste time and directly raised its head and roared:
"wind!"
"rain!"
"thunder!"
"electricity!"
It's like holding the Constitution in your mouth.
With the support of several charming concubines, the Supreme Emperor had just stepped out of his car and was about to inspect his territory when he felt a strong wind coming.
"What's going on? My bra..."
"Hey, this thunder is so scary."
"Your Majesty, let's get in the car quickly."
In the midst of tender cries, the self-proclaimed emperor fled into the carriage in embarrassment, leaving only hundreds of soldiers standing there blankly, looking left and right, at a loss.
Just now, the sky was clear and the wind was gentle, but in the blink of an eye, the area near the Yangtze River turned into a scene of world destruction.
"A group of frogs in a well, the Ming Dynasty has died."
"Bah! Even God can't stand it. You deserve to be struck to death by a thunderbolt! Especially that foolish king, he has governed the country like this. Even if he is struck to death by five thunderbolts, it will be an advantage for him."
The rain poured down in torrents.
In an instant, everything that came into view was completely white.
Not only that, there was loud thunder above the head, and the lightning was like fish, constantly swimming on the sky, extremely dense, as if it would fall at the next moment, engulfing both sides of the Yangtze River.
Those who do evil will be struck by thunder and will not die a good death.
This is a simple consensus that has been widely circulated among the people since ancient times.
Now, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, the king of subjugation in the eyes of the people of Nanzhili, got out of the carriage, took his concubines to show off, and then went up to heaven to punish him.
Doesn't this explain anything?
So, taking advantage of the turmoil, the people stood up one after another and vented their dissatisfaction at the top of their lungs.
The dark world that lasted for nearly twenty years has made people really fed up. Now, the culprit that caused everything is right in front of us, so why don't we dare to scold him.
"Hunjun, you trusted the evildoer, established a thousand-year-old centipede spirit as the national master, drove away the Taoist sects, and governed the world like this. Why do you have a face to survive in the world?"
"When you go to the underworld, all the ancestors of your Zhu family will definitely..."
Da da da.
The sound of horse hooves sounded.
A soldier rushed over.
As a guerrilla general conferred by the Supreme Emperor himself, he would not allow anyone to spread rumors and cause trouble.
What change of dynasty? What nonsense!
This world is still the world of Ming Dynasty.
Otherwise, who do you think you are?
With this thought in mind, "General" came to a skinny half-year-old child. Without hesitation, he raised his Yanling knife and struck hard.
Boom!
The sound of the thunderstorm was extremely clear, and the heaven and earth were stunned.
Bangdang...
First there was the sound of metal falling to the ground, and then there was another muffled sound.
A burning smell wafted out.
Both man and horse died.
Not far away, the half-grown man who was supposed to be hacked to death looked dazed for a while. Then, his thin body burst out with amazing power and roared:
"Look! This is retribution!"
"You are going against the will of God. You are a bunch of rebellious officials and traitors. Even God can't stand it anymore."
Immediately afterwards, wild laughter swayed in the rain.
The soldiers looked pale.
Maybe it was the sudden heavy rain that brought about hypothermia, maybe it was inner fear, or maybe both.
However, they looked at each other for a while.
Out of reluctance, several fierce-looking guards began to defy the "mandate of destiny."
But as soon as they drew their swords, thunder and lightning immediately fell, achieving precise strikes.
Seeing such an evil scene, the remaining soldiers finally accepted their fate and stood in the heavy rain waiting for the emperor's order.
The dark wind howls and the turbid waves empty.
The sun and stars are hidden, and the mountains are invisible.
When things have developed to this point, going to Jinling has become an impossible and difficult task.
"You bastard, what are you talking about? I am the emperor, how could I commit the wrath of God!"
"Get out, the rain will stop soon. When we get back to Jinling, what do we want? Gold and silver, a mansion, a woman, a title..."
The sound echoed in the carriage.
Several soldiers came out in confusion.
In the end, with the two emotions of fear and unwillingness intertwined, the Imperial Guards decided to stay temporarily and inquire about various deeds of the new dynasty.
Two hundred miles away.
Clear skies.
In the solemn imperial city, Lu Li no longer paid attention to what happened on the north bank of the Yangtze River.
If after three days, the Hunjun expresses remorse, accepts his fate, and issues an edict to offend himself and an edict to abdicate, he will naturally ask Long Gui to let him go and let this subjugated country live out the rest of his life in peace.
"It's worth looking forward to what title my father will confer on this guy by then."
"I think the Marquis of Defiance is quite good."
While muttering to himself, Lu Li came to this open space. There were no guards around, and there were no two guardians, the black-maned horse and the bull demon.
There is only one cauldron in front of you.
This is an old antique with a history of nearly 300 years. It was jointly cast by the Qin Tianjian, the Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of Industry, and the Tianshi Mansion. It is engraved with words to pray for good weather in the Ming Dynasty.
Because it has been nurtured by the king's Qi and the human Qi for a long time, it gradually breaks away from the mortal body and becomes extraordinary.
Unfortunately, as the Ming Dynasty became a thing of the past, the grade of this cauldron dropped rapidly, and now it can only be used by Lu Li as a weapon refining furnace. He planned to familiarize himself with what he had learned, and then try to use the cauldron to forge weapons.
At the beginning, try your hand with some common materials. After you become proficient, you can then use the magical materials in the Dragon Palace's treasure house. This can not only cultivate your sentiments, relax your body and mind, but also increase your own heritage.
Best of both worlds.
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