Gu Shengchao was ready to go in and find out what was going on. He walked around the Wuwang Palace. The city wall surrounding it was towering. There was nothing within two miles of the city wall. Even the weeds had been cleared away.
There are five posts and one sentry every ten steps on the city wall. Unless a tunnel is dug from below, it will be discovered early and there is no possibility of sneaking in secretly.
Now that he was in trouble, Gu Shengchao hid in the grass far away from the palace gate to think of a solution.
After racking his brains, he still had no choice but to leave.
Suddenly, someone's breath flew past in the sky.
Gu Shengchao raised his head and watched, walking with his sword alone, and flew straight into King Wu's Palace.
"What are you doing? Stop." The guards guarding the wall of King Wu's Palace also noticed the abnormality and exclaimed, firing a volley of arrows.
The man walking with the sword did not panic, his whole figure seemed to be covered in a large invisible net, his purple clothes were fluttering, and the bows and arrows fell one after another, but they could not touch him. In the blink of an eye, the man had entered the King Wu Palace. His calmness and ease made everyone envious.
The ground began to vibrate, and hundreds of people were running towards us in the distance.
Gu Shengchao moved deeper into the grass to avoid a direct conflict with the opponent.
"Whizzing……"
The guards of King Wu Palace fired arrows in this direction, and one arrow flew over the head of Ancient Sage Chao Chao and plunged into the grass, startling him.
"kill."
"Come on!"
"Surge into King Wu's Palace and capture the leader alive."
Many people rushed past Gu Shengchao. From time to time, someone was hit by an arrow and fell down. One person couldn't help but rolled several times in pain, fell down at Gu Shengchao's feet, struggled and died.
After a while, the scene returned to calm, and these people stormed into King Wu's Palace after suffering casualties.
The ancient sage calmly sensed that about three hundred people had killed him.
The man at his feet was wearing black clothes and a black robe, with a red belt tied around his waist.
Gu Shengchao took off his robe and put it on, and tied a red belt around his waist. This was probably a sign of distinction from King Wu Palace.
He stood up. More than thirty corpses fell in front of the palace gate, and several wounded people groaned: "Help me, help me."
The ancient sage strode towards the gate of King Wu Palace.
In the archway behind the gate and nearby, fifty or sixty people lay scattered there. It looked like they were wearing clothes from both sides. The fierce fighting here must have been very fierce at that time.
Going further in, the casualties gradually decreased. It must be that after the city was broken, the people in King Wu's Palace had no intention of fighting and fled in all directions.
Stooping down to pick up a big knife from the ground, Gu Shengchao pretended to rush in. When he saw someone with a red rope tied around his waist, he asked: "How are you in front? Are there any survivors?"
Then he followed the opponent's bluff and slowly approached the inner city of King Wu Palace.
There are more than 20 handles at the gate of the inner city, and they also have red ribbons around their waists.
Gu Shengchao and the other two were about to rush in, but were stopped by those people: "The uncle in charge is inside, no one is allowed in."
"understand."
Several people retreated and went elsewhere.
Gu Shengchao hid in the dark, waited for the two people to go away, and then quietly jumped up to the inner city tower. There were already people on duty on the city tower. When they saw the ancient sage coming up, several people stared at him suspiciously.
"Sorry, I'm late." Seeing that they were all wearing red ropes around their waists, Gu Shengchao stepped forward and nodded and bowed in greeting.
One person glared at Gu Shengchao with dissatisfaction and made a gesture to stop talking. He glanced away and the two moved aside. Gu Shengchao stood guard there knowingly. The two people walked along the tower and stood up. Guard on the rooftop opposite.
The palace opposite was brightly lit, and there was a person sitting on a high throne. He was not old but his face was pale, and he looked like he was overly frightened.
"Are you going to rebel?" The man on the throne raised his hand and shook for a long time before he could say a word.
The purple-robed man opposite the head laughed loudly: "The King Wu's palace is full of gold and jade but is in ruins. Sooner or later it will be destroyed in your hands. You are too young as the head. Wouldn't it be better for me to help rectify it."
"The head of King Wu Palace has always passed down the inheritance to only the eldest son and grandson, and collateral relatives are not allowed to get involved. You are the uncle of the head, and you can only obey the orders of the head. You cannot coerce him." A man next to him stepped forward and stood by the steps of the throne, saying that he was the head of the throne. Door props.
The man in purple robe looked up and down: "Who are you?"
Taking a step forward, the man said arrogantly: "I am Zhou Jin, the South Heavenly King of King Wu's Palace."
After a few hehes, the purple-robed man said sternly: "Where is King Fu?"
"My subordinate is here." A man stepped forward and saluted.
The man in purple robe said disdainfully: "What I dislike most about heavenly kings and messengers is that they are clearly ignorant and incompetent, but they just use the Yu to show their authority and bring good fortune. The people below have long been complaining, and it's time to change. King Fu, go and teach them. What is Kung Fu?"
King Fu was less than thirty years old, and he walked towards the headmaster nonchalantly. Nantian King Zhou Jin blocked his way: "Wait a minute, the headmaster is rich and valuable, so you'd better stay away."
"Really?" King Fu sneered and punched out.
With his arms in front of his chest, Zhou Jin took his move.
King Fu didn't change his moves and threw out a straight hook.
"Bang!"
"Crack!"
Zhou Jin barely sealed Prince Fu's fist, his arms and chest were pressed together. The fist was so powerful that he smashed Zhou Jin's arms into his chest, breaking all his ribs.
"puff!"
Zhou Jin spurted out a mouthful of blood and died on the spot.
With just one move, a simple and rough punch, the famous Nantian King of Wuwang Palace was killed. Everyone in Wuwang Palace couldn't help but be moved.
"You guys are idiots. If you are still not convinced, believe me now!" The man in purple robe mocked and glanced at everyone, especially the leader. When he encountered his sharp eyes, he quickly lowered his head, as if his eyes could kill people. Don't dare to look directly.
The man in purple robe taught everyone: "You guys just live too comfortably. You only know that you are enjoying yourself and having fun without making progress. How could you know that there are swords and swords outside, and there are many dangers. The tree in King Wu's palace is attracting wind, and the new emperor is obviously planning to attack us. You are still immersed in the romance, and the knife has been put to your neck, what can you do to deal with it?"
The more he talked, the angrier he became. The man in purple robe slapped down the guardrail on the steps of the throne and asked sternly: "Tell me, what are you going to do against me?"
There was silence in the hall, no one dared to speak.
The man in purple robe snorted coldly: "A small minister from the Sinong Temple of the Ministry of Finance has caused you heavy casualties. Two heavenly kings and an envoy died there, leaving you in fear all day long. I am surprised, could it be that the heavenly king Can you buy the position of messenger and envoy with money, and can your food and wine bags be turned into shoddy goods?"
The young leader raised his head and happened to meet the majestic gaze from the purple-robed man, and was frightened.
The man in purple robe said angrily: "Tell me, how much money have you collected privately, which has made King Wu's palace full of smoke and smoke, and many people below are living in poverty, but you are squandering it every night, isn't it?"
"No, no." The dignified leader turned pale with fright and could only shake his head.
"Where is the Righteous King?" the purple-robed man said loudly.
"My subordinate is here." A man stepped forward and saluted.
The man in purple robe raised his eyes and glanced around casually. The ancient sage Chao stood on the tower opposite and could see clearly.
He is in his late fifties, with a medium build and slightly thin body, slightly sunken cheeks, and a long beard floating on his chest under his chin. His eyes are piercing and his eyes are like lightning, which makes people feel heartbroken when they look at them.
"What's the background of that young minister?" The purple-robed man glanced from above to the main hall and asked softly.
Yiwang Qiyu took a step forward and said: "My subordinates have found out that the young minister was originally an ordinary escort in the Wuyou Escort Agency. He made great contributions when the new emperor ascended the throne. Later he disappeared and suddenly appeared again recently. He became the Shaoqing of Sinong Temple. This person behaves suspiciously, and my subordinates suspect that he is a master of a certain sect, so they will make further inquiries."
The man in purple robe nodded and said: "Okay, I like this kind of character. Either he is unknown and works hard to improve himself, or he soars into the sky and does something groundbreaking for him. If it can be used for my best, if he is stubborn, let him turn into dust. Saves you a lot of trouble.”
"I understand." King Yi resigned.
"Where is the loyal king?" The man in purple robe put his hands behind his back.
A man stepped forward and saluted: "My subordinate is here."
"Give me a bar!" The man in purple robe stepped aside.
"Your order." Prince Zhong took the wine glass from the hands of the people around him and walked to the head step by step.
Everyone knew what he was going to do, but under the pressure of the purple-robed man, no one dared to stop him. The body of Nantian King Zhou Jin was lying there. It turned out that everyone in the Wuwang Palace was trembling and no one dared to make a mistake. .
The leader was even more frightened. Every step that King Zhong took forward was like a knife stabbing his heart. The pain was extremely painful but he could not refuse.
"You want to rebel." The leader stood up unsteadily and wanted to escape, but his legs were too light to move.
Prince Zhong pushed him to the seat, pinched his cheeks and asked him to open his mouth, took the wine glass and poured it in.
The leader wanted to spit out the poisonous wine, but King Zhong used force on his hand, making him unable to exert any force, and he swallowed all the poisonous wine "gudu, gudu".
After a while, the leader fell down, blood gushing out from his mouth, and he stood on the ground for a few times and then stopped moving.
The purple-robed man strode over and sat on the throne, stepping on the body of the dead leader.
King Fu, King Yi, and King Zhong prostrated at the same time and loudly said: "Congratulations to the new head of King Wu Palace!"
Their respective subordinates also bowed down and said in unison: "Congratulations to the new head of Wuwang Palace!"
The people in King Wu's Palace looked at each other in confusion, but some people were still afraid of death and prostrated themselves on the ground to congratulate the new leader. The rest of the people prostrated one after another. There was no one standing in the hall anymore, and they all prostrated themselves in front of the purple-robed man.
The man in purple robe was delighted: "Everyone, please get up. From now on, all matters of King Wu's Palace will be handled by King Fu, King Yi and King Zhong. No one is allowed to act without authorization."
"Your order." The echo echoed loudly in the hall.
Walking down the throne platform with a smile, the purple-robed man asked: "Where are this boy's family members?"
King Zhong stepped forward and replied: "My subordinates found out that he had thirty-six wives and concubines, five of whom gave birth to children, two of whom were pregnant. Among the remaining twenty-nine, there are twelve who are not as old as peach and plum years."
The man in purple robe walked: "Let's go over and have a look. Leave the twelve people behind and bury the rest with this kid. It won't be a waste of his life."
"You have all worked hard tonight. I will keep six of the twelve, and you three kings will each get two." The man in purple robe spoke calmly and calmly.
"Thank you, Master." King Fu, King Yi and King Zhong burst into tears of gratitude.
