"Master, this..."
Disciple Liang Youyi was about to speak but stopped.
"It's the third child who's here."
Zhang Zhiwei smiled and dropped the head on the ground with one hand.
Zhou Yuji recognized the armor next to the wooden pile. He pointed to the head with the spine on the ground in disbelief and said, "Master Tian, is this Wu Sangui?"
"yes."
Zhang Zhiwei looked relaxed, "Just now he wanted to run away, but the old man gave him a small punishment so that he had no place to run."
"You call this a small punishment?"
"Wu Sangui is so late for you!"
Zhou Yuji swallowed his saliva and didn't know how to refute.
"Third brother, do you think being a teacher is a bit cruel?"
Regardless of Zhou Yuji, Zhang Zhiwei cared a little about the opinion of his third son, Liang Youyi.
"No... no... no."
The third child, Liang Youyi, shook his head repeatedly, "Master is right. The Ming Dynasty had the Lingchi punishment method. As the master of the country, Master just made it clear and canonical."
"Third brother, I can see that deep down in your heart you actually don't agree with doing this as a teacher."
Zhang Zhiwei shook his head when he saw this, and said seriously, "But you must also know history. Wu Sangui let the Manchus enter the pass, and many innocent Ming people were massacred and died. It would be easier for him to die like this!"
As he spoke, Zhang Zhiwei's expression became serious, "But I am not a murderous person as a teacher, and I will not torture his soul. Otherwise, in the hands of others, Wu Sangui's soul will be tortured even if he dies!"
"Master is right, the disciple is stupid!"
Liang Youyi's thoughts were suddenly pointed out by Zhang Zhiwei, and he immediately woke up. The lightning in his hand suddenly condensed, "Such a treacherous and evil person can decide the world by killing one person, and everyone can punish him!"
Boom!
That lightning blast hit Wu Sangui's skull, completely blasting this notorious traitor into ashes.
Zhou Yuji on the side said nothing and watched everything silently.
Liang Youyi chatted with him a lot on the way to Shanhaiguan, and he already knew that these two people came from a world outside the Ming Dynasty.
Qi exists in that world, and the reason why this old Celestial Master is the 65th Celestial Master and the 45th Celestial Master of the Ming Dynasty is twenty generations apart is because of this.
"Master is very pleased to understand this."
Zhang Zhiwei patted Liang Youyi on the shoulder, "But now you go to the back first, those people from Houjin will be here soon."
Sure enough, Liang Youyi felt the ground shaking slightly, which was a sign that a large number of people were marching here.
"No, Master, let's go together!"
Liang Youyi shook his head repeatedly, "After this battle, you must have been very exhausted. You definitely can't stay here."
"Yes, Imperial Master, let's go. If we continue the fight, you will definitely be killed!"
Zhou Yuji also tried to dissuade him, and even the little zombie Chen Hongmao looked worried.
"No, you go, I have a way as a teacher."
Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand, "My master has already achieved the breakthrough of seeing the gods and being indestructible. With the addition of the third level of rebirth and the Golden Light Curse, it is not certain who will win and who will lose!"
"this..."
The third child, Liang Youyi, hesitated after hearing this.
"Let's go, these people are coming from the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty."
Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile on his face, "If my master leaves, what will happen to the Chinese Miao descendants behind? Will they sink to China again?"
"It's...Master!"
Liang Youyi heard the enemy's name and knew its true meaning. He finally gritted his teeth and said to Zhou Yuji and Chen Hongmao, "Let's go!"
"National Master, you..."
Zhou Yuji looked at Zhang Zhiwei in disbelief.
"Some things have to be done by someone after all."
Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand to the court with a smile, and at the same time ordered, "Let's go. If the old Taoist shows signs of fatigue, you guys will leave immediately and don't stay."
"benefactor!"
Chen Hongmao was about to speak but stopped after hearing this.
At this moment, in the eyes of the three people present, Zhang Zhiwei, the old heavenly master, exuded an incomparably warm radiance, and his spirit of selfless dedication to the people of the world made the three people burst into tears.
"I, Zhou Yuji, would like to express my gratitude to the Imperial Master on behalf of all the people of Ming Dynasty!"
"National Master, please accept my obeisance!"
Zhou Yuji, whose eyes were filled with tears, pulled Liang Youyi and Chen Hongmao, bowed to Zhang Zhiwei, and then kowtowed to him three more times, and then left with Liang Youyi this time.
"Fellow Taoist, I can feel that there is not much of that thing called Qi left in your Dantian."
At this time, Wang Yangming, the soul body in the Dantian, sent a spiritual message to Zhang Zhiwei, "If in the Dantian, the energy previously called Qi was as vigorous as a stream, then after the previous battle, , the Qi in fellow Taoist body is only as much as a tank of water."
"Yes, even if my martial arts cultivation is indestructible and I have practiced Qi for so many years, I am far better than before, but after experiencing the intensity of the previous battle, it is still a bit too much."
Seeing his disciple walking away, Zhang Zhiwei showed signs of fatigue. He sat cross-legged and meditated, and replied to Wang Yangming with a wry smile, "I am already a hundred years old, but I am still old after all."
"It turns out that Taoist friend is already a hundred years old. It's really admirable that such an old man can still stand up to defend the Ming Dynasty."
Wang Yangming was also impressed by Zhang Zhiwei's spirit, and immediately showed a worried look, "It's just that although the amount of Qi in this water tank may be much more than that of the average person, it is simply unable to face the ensuing battle involving tens of thousands of people. "
"For something like strength, it doesn't have to be a certain amount to cause maximum damage. Entering the martial arts realm of Jian Shen, I can already use my strength to the fullest."
However, Zhang Zhiwei comforted Wang Yangming and said, "I probably have as much Qi as Lu Jin, so don't panic."
Although he didn't know who Lu Jin was, Wang Yangming still asked with concern, "Fellow Taoist, before the Tatars outside the pass arrive, are you really not going to leave?"
"Let's go, how?"
Zhang Zhiwei smiled and pointed forward, "I told the apprentice to leave, but I, the master, followed him. Don't I want to lose face?"
"Hahaha."
Wang Yangming was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed loudly, "That's right, even if it's not for the sake of the Chinese people, and for the sake of your reputation as a master, fellow Taoist fellow Taoist disciples can't leave today."
"Yes, all the talk of national justice is actually empty."
Zhang Zhiwei shook his shoulders and said helplessly, "I am actually a very honorable person. I think a teacher should act like a teacher. Since I told my apprentice just now that I can block it, then no matter what, even if I die in battle, it will be fine." We must be able to block it, there is no reason to retreat.”
"Fellow Taoist Gao Yi, this is the principle that everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of a country!"
Wang Yangming, who was in the Dantian, gave Zhang Zhiwei a thumbs up and praised him, "Fellow Taoist could have turned around and left, but he used this as an excuse to share hardships with the Ming Dynasty. This is already the realm of a saint!"
