"Marquis Wu!"
Tianhe Provincial Official Road, the purple gold chariot turned into fly ash at the finger of the majestic figure, and the smoke dispersed silently like bubbles.
The officials and people who followed An Mang's team were shocked by this sudden scene.
In the bright world and the land of the Great Zhou Dynasty, who is so bold!
Not only did he openly stop King An Mang's team, but he was so disrespectful that he wiped out the chariot gifted by King Jing with one finger!
The people who witnessed everything were excited and were about to curse, but when they saw the face of the figure who turned around, their hearts tightened, and they instantly felt deep awe and fear.
"I'm here to pay my respects to Lord Shangshu!"
"The common people pay their respects to Marquis Wu!"
In an instant, the official road was full of people kneeling down.
Jiang Shirong, the Marquis of Zhenwu, was the first in the military lineage. He suppressed the martial arts of the world and accumulated great prestige. Not long ago, he surpassed ordinary people and became the first immortal in Kyushu in this and ancient times.
In this world, except for the Holy One, who can stop me?
"Swish, swish, swish"
The cold sword was unsheathed, the powerful crossbow was cocked, and the halberd was tilted horizontally. The soldiers of Anmang Mansion were on alert at the first moment, with murderous intent.
The faint coercion from the human immortals was not released deliberately, but it still weighed heavily on their minds. They were completely unable to meet Wu Hou's gaze. They could not help but tremble, and even their armor had a tendency to twist and deform.
But even so, they still clenched their teeth and sat upright, even though they bit their lips and the flesh was dripping with blood, they held the handles of their knives, halberd shafts, and bows and arrows tightly in their hands, all relying on their strength and perseverance to contend.
"Jiang Li, being able to train his soldiers to look like this does not disgrace your title of Prince of Zhou!"
Jiang Shirong glanced at An Mang's cavalry and armored soldiers, with a cold and predatory look in his eyes, and a hint of fear.
As the former first commander-in-chief of the Great Zhou Dynasty, who led troops to conquer the east and west for more than ten years, Jiang Shirong could naturally see that these soldiers were not just well-equipped and outstanding in strength.
The unyielding will and fierce loyalty hidden between the brows are the most rare and valuable qualities of a sergeant.
In a battle with absolute superiority, this quality may not be apparent.
But it is the only weapon that can determine whether a fierce battle can last until the end and make a comeback against the wind.
And Jiang Li was able to train such a dead soldier in just half a year, which shows his ability to run the army.
"Marquis Wu, I am just returning to the capital on orders, why do you pay so much attention to me and welcome me thousands of miles away!"
The chariot was broken into pieces, and Jiang Li landed smoothly with the support of Mo Yunliang and Hu Yangu.
His face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and his mental appearance was haggard. He suddenly moved, and his breathing was full of noise: "However, Marquis Wu's enthusiasm is too much. You wiped away the purple gold chariot given to me by the Holy Emperor with a flick of your finger. Is it possible that you have to carry me back to Beijing to face the saint?"
"Jiang Li, you don't have to act stupid here. Let me ask you, Bu Li being severely injured and losing his cultivation has something to do with you!"
Jiang Shirong waved his robe and scolded, and his narrow and majestic cold eyes fell on Jiang Li.
In an instant, all of Jiang Li's physical conditions were reflected in his mind.
The meridians, bones, and muscles were completely destroyed and reconnected and reassembled in an extremely strange and subtle way.
Let these already collapsed, decayed and withered organizational structures once again possess alternative vitality and vitality, maintaining a chaotic and delicate balance.
It was almost the same as the severe injuries suffered by Jiang Buli.
Even the two of them were entangled with strong dark ghost power, but the ghost power aura on Jiang Li was slightly weaker.
"Jiang Buli? This is his name!"
Jiang Li was slightly startled. Only then did he know the true name of Jiang Shirong and the son of the Linghe Sect Master.
Leave, don’t leave.
The meaning was so clear that he couldn't help but sneer.
"The person you injured and couldn't leave was really not you? Nor was he one of your subordinates?"
Jiang Shirong's brows gradually frowned.
After receiving the notification from Tianhe Mansion, he immediately rushed to the place where Jiang Buli was injured, but what he saw was a son whose body was completely disabled.
In just a few hours, the Qi Meridian Wizard with the second fatal transformation was completely destroyed.
It is disabled but not dead, and becomes a disabled person, and it is extremely difficult to cure.
With his current methods, it was almost impossible to help him rebuild his physical body.
Unless he ascends to the pinnacle of human immortality.
Jiang Shirong suppressed his anger. After hearing Jiang Buli describe the entire process and location of the fight, the first person he suspected was Jiang Li.
Although he didn't quite believe that Jiang Li could possess the terrifying power to crush high-level martial saints.
But the time and place where Jiang Buli was injured overlapped or were related to Jiang Li.
It's hard to say it's a coincidence.
What's more, even if Jiang Li is really deposed, he may not have super powerful people at his auction level under his command.
On the surface, Kyushu today looks the same as before.
But as one of the twelve ministers, Jiang Shirong knew many unknown secrets.
As the troubled times approach, the suppression of heaven begins to lessen, and those beings that have been dormant since the end of the Middle Ages and the beginning of modern times have begun to gradually revive, revealing their whereabouts and methods in Kyushu.
As the leader of An Mang, Jiang Li had no support from any force behind him and was not deeply involved in the world, so he had natural advantages and potential.
It is not impossible for some ancient beings to take the initiative to cooperate with him.
But seeing Jiang Li's physical condition at this moment, Jiang Shirong gradually became uncertain again.
As a human being, all means of disguise will be lost in front of him.
Jiang Li's body was indeed broken, and the dark power entangled in his body lingered, constantly invading his body every moment, causing all kinds of unbearable pain.
If the person who is destroyed is Jiang Li's subordinate, it can at least help him get rid of the painful torture of this dark power.
"Wuhou, I don't know who the person you are lifting is, and what it has to do with you, but he is surrounded by ghost power and invades the body's bone marrow. It is obviously the method of the ghost clan. A discerning person can tell it at a glance. I have doubts and feel that the murderer is an alien hidden in the Great Zhou Dynasty, so he should not be suspicious of me!"
Jiang Li suddenly sneered meaningfully, feeling very strange and surprised in his heart.
Although he did have the possibility of severely injuring Jiang Buli, the dark power that invaded Jiang Buli's body obviously came from the ghost clan.
Jiang Shirong has been in contact with the ghost tribe many times, how could he not be able to tell the difference?
But why was Jiang Shirong the first person to suspect him?
It seemed that after he saw Jiang Buli, he immediately ruled out the possibility that the ferocious beast was a ghost!
Could it be...
Jiang Li suddenly remembered Jiang Xuanluo, who had sneaked into Anmang City disguised as the heir of the former Lie Royal Family.
Jiang Xuanluo was tortured to death on the lonely peak in the wilderness, but was abducted by the underground ghost clan in the chaos, and then helped him transfer his soul and be reborn in the body of flesh and blood.
Now that he has been resurrected, following the arrangements of the ghost envoy, he may not have the chance to return to Shengjing to meet Jiang Shirong when he leaves the underground abyss and goes to Anmang City to complete his mission.
He might even reveal some news or signals to Jiang Shirong...
"Why do I need to explain my considerations to you, Jiang Li, although you are the Prince of Zhou, but don't forget that I am still your father. I am the only one in the world who asks you about your reasons. How can a son come to question his father! "
When Jiang Shirong was shouted at by Jiang Li in public, he felt displeased and snorted coldly. The sound was not loud, but it had a soul-stirring power.
The officials and civilians kneeling on the ground felt that the atmosphere around them suddenly became heavier, as if Marquis Wu was scolding them. Their hearts beat faster, and they were all extremely nervous. What they heard in their ears was the violent beating of their own hearts. Voice.
"Father? Does Wu Hou want to use his father and son to suppress me?"
Jiang Li was unmoved and looked at the Duke of Zhou Zhenwu in front of him with interest, and said: "Jiang Shirong, you must know that the authority of the emperor is more important than anything else. There are kings and ministers before father and son. As the prince of Dazhou, I am one rank higher than you. Why should I interrogate you?
"The power of a prince can be used to supervise the accountability of the country and to investigate public opinion. I even have the right to advise the Holy One on his will. Do you have more authority than the Holy One? Or do you think you have become a human being and do not pay attention to the laws of the world? It’s in!”
Jiang Li broke away from the support of Mo Yunliang and Hu Yangu. His steps were weak and unsteady, but he walked towards Jiang Shirong step by step.
"I only ask Wuhou, where is the origin of the young man you are holding in your hand? You said he is your heir, but I have never seen him. Could it be that he is a spy sent by a foreign country?"
"As a waiting person for the Great Zhou Dynasty, all the heirs who have entered the clan must have their identities and origins recorded in detail in the Qintian Prison and the Zongren Mansion, so as not to be mixed in by people with evil intentions and become a hidden danger to the peace and stability of the Great Zhou Dynasty!"
Jiang Li moved slowly, but moved forward step by step, and the shouts became louder and louder: "If he is really the blood of Marquis Zhenwu, and I don't know where his maternal origin is, have the Qintian Prison and the Zongren Mansion verified the truth? I saw this son The face is slightly familiar, but it looks a bit like Yingying, the chairman of Linghe Fort who was killed by me a year ago!"
"Jiang Buli, let me ask you, is your real name really Buli? What is the relationship between Xi Yingying, the treasonous minister, and you? She was assassinated by me in the dense forest of Lishan Mountain, and she was a powerful semi-saint, but she was killed by my mysterious thunder. The Tian's Breath Talisman shattered half of her body, and her death was horrific. I cut off her head and tied it to a horse. When we arrived at the Liangzhou camp, it was already..."
"That's enough, Jiang Li, don't talk nonsense!"
Before Jiang Li finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Jiang Shirong's cold shout.
The Immortal's Drink, with its scorching power, exploded in the sky above the official road like a thunderbolt. Although it was deliberately restrained, it still shocked everyone's eardrums and hearts as if they were exploding.
Many officials and civilians who were physically and mentally weak were knocked unconscious by the shock. The remaining ones who could still remain conscious were bleeding from their ears, nose, mouth, eyes and orifices, and their faces were pale.
Even the weapons in the hands of many Anmang cavalry and armored soldiers were shaken and dropped.
The wrath of immortals is simply not something ordinary people can feel and contend with.
"Jiang Li!"
The boy who was held in Jiang Shirong's hand had a pair of bloodshot eyes, which were like red pupils. He stared at Jiang Li with uncontrollable hatred and anger bursting out of his eyes.
If his body had not been destroyed by others and all the strength of the Qi Meridian Realm had not been eliminated, even if his father Jiang Shirong stopped him, he would have killed the mother-killing enemy in front of him at all costs.
With his fists clenched and blood flowing, the anger in Jiang Buli's heart had reached its extreme, and he was filled with regret.
If he hadn't wanted to teach Jiang Li a lesson and take revenge in advance, he would have violated his father's orders and gone to Yingyue Villa to torture and kill his maid Chuchu.
He wouldn't have fallen to what he is today.
The mother-killing enemy was right in front of him, but he could only endure Jiang Li's constant harsh words.
"Why, did I say it wrong!"
Jiang Li saw the young man's expression in his eyes and had no doubts in his mind.
"Bu Li has an innocent life experience. Although his maternal lineage is in the Western Region, he is only a commoner of a small tribe. All identity information is recorded in detail in the Zongren Mansion and Qintian Prison. It has nothing to do with the treasonous person. You and him are of the same blood. My brother, from now on, don’t talk nonsense and make others laugh!”
Jiang Shirong looked unkind and scolded in a cold voice. He looked at Jiang Buli and said, "Buli, do you think so!"
"What my father said is that I have nothing to do with traitors!"
Jiang Buli was stunned by his father's glance. He could only grit his teeth and nod slowly.
His body is now broken and he has no ability to protect himself. Even if he has hatred in his heart, he can only endure it.
Once his identity is confirmed in public, even Jiang Shirong will find it difficult to protect him.
"It's not the best. I also believe that my father is not a sanctimonious person who bends the law for personal gain!"
Jiang Li smiled, and then became curious: "Brother Buli, where were you injured? Why would my father directly take you to seek revenge on me?"
"I……"
When Jiang Buli heard the words, he was speechless for a moment.
It's not that he doesn't dare to admit his thoughts and actions, it's just that he has completely lost his realm at the moment and is in an embarrassing situation.
To admit it directly would probably attract even more ruthless ridicule and ridicule from Jiang Li.
If the person who attacked him was really not Jiang Li and his men, then the original target of the person who was guarding outside Yingyue Villa half a day ago should have been Jiang Li and the powerful masters under his command.
His appearance may be "taking responsibility" for Jiang Li to a certain extent!
Stealing the chicken will end up losing the rice.
He is not afraid of life and death, but he can't bear such an ugly reputation!
"We'll talk about this later. Since you didn't send someone to commit the murder, then the murderer can only be someone else. I'll take Bu Li back home to heal!"
Jiang Shirong said coldly. He glanced at the people kneeling on the ground and opened his eyes slightly. An invisible mysterious force centered on him and expanded in all directions.
Everyone affected by this power had their expressions suddenly startled, as if frozen, and then their pupils shrank, and they woke up in a daze, looking around suspiciously, as if they had just woken up.
"Jiang Shirong erased their memories!"
Jiang Li was slightly shocked. The immortal's methods were indeed unfathomable, and he could actually change other people's memories with his spiritual power.
Looking back at the place where Zhenwu Hou originally stood, there was no trace of anyone there, as if he had never appeared before.
"What happened?"
"Is that King An Mang? His purple and gold chariot is missing!"
"What just happened? I vaguely remember something happening, but for some reason I just can't remember it!"
On both sides of the official road, more and more people were "awakening" and asking the people around them with confused expressions.
But there were also some people who frowned and looked at the disappearing chariot with thoughtful expressions.
Although the human immortals are clever in their methods, the power of one glance cannot affect everyone.
Some people with strong wills or those who have practiced Taoism can hinder and resist Wuhou's spiritual influence.
The higher the realm of Taoism, the more obvious it becomes.
Confucian scholars like Jiang Li who have been imbued with the literary spirit of literary sages and hundreds of sages will also receive some protection from the literary spirit.
"Since the chariot is gone, let's ride on horseback!"
With the support of Mo Yunliang and Hu Yangu, Jiang Li climbed onto a war horse, gently pulled the reins, and walked slowly towards Shengjing City.
The news of his return to the Great Zhou Dynasty has already reached the capital. I don't know what kind of trouble he will encounter when he arrives in Shengjing.
(End of chapter)
