Chapter Ninety-Nine: The rebellious minister dies and great achievements are made
A face that looked exactly like Zhao Zhengli came into view, and Zhao Zhengli's heart suddenly felt sour. It was a feeling that blood was thicker than water.
The woman who cried until her pear blossoms rained down was extremely beautiful. Her belly protruding from her armor was about eight or nine months pregnant. The man stepped forward and pulled her onto the horse.
Zhao Liwei looked back, his eyes full of tenderness, and finally turned his gaze to her bulging belly, sighing softly: "You and your mother will suffer a lot if you join my Zhao family!"
After speaking, his eyes became determined, and he tightened the reins with his left hand to wrap around himself and his wife who was pregnant with Liujia. He exerted force with his right hand, his spear buzzed, and he shouted: "Even if Song Qingyuan replaced Da Zhou, I, Zhao Liwei, will fight out." It’s a bloody road.”
He was the first to bear the brunt of the attack and broke out with his gun. His wife was behind, and the two of them and their horse were like killing machines. Blood and flesh flew everywhere in their path, killing thousands of soldiers until they became timid, and surrounded them within a ten-foot circle.
Zhao Liwei, who has been leading the charge for many years, naturally knew that the next step was to face long-range spears. The overwhelming spears were the most difficult to deal with. He clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and the iron horse seemed to understand the master's intention, and it roared and rushed forward.
The two men and one horse left galloping shadows in the encirclement, trying to break through before the soldiers threw their spears.
At the same time, the spears all over the sky were like straight life-threatening ghost forks, attacking the two people on horseback with cold light shining in them.
Zhao Liwei's spear was spinning close to the flower, blocking several deadly spears. The iron horse galloped, and the ten-foot encirclement had passed seven or eight, and the spears became denser as they got closer.
When the soldiers saw that the two men were protecting their bodies with their true energy and that they were good at shooting, they watched the iron horse frantically "feeding" spears. Even though the horse's body was protected by iron armor, it could not withstand the spears one after another, and the horse's legs The knees were the weakest when running, and they were completely pierced by a spear.
"咴莿~"
The iron horse neighed and fell down. Zhao Liwei used his spear to break the reins holding the two men, stepped on the horse's back and used light kung fu to step over the heads of the soldiers who had lost their spears, and flew away.
Even if the soldier quickly drew out his sword, there was no time to spare the two of them, and all those who were trampled died suddenly on the spot. Blood flew in all directions, splattering on the faces of the surrounding soldiers. The blood-spattered soldiers were all frightened and their morale was shattered.
Before the soldiers could react, another three or five figures in green shirts with large sleeves appeared from afar, stepping on the heads of the sergeants with a few steps in the air.
Their speed was comparable to that of Zhao Liwei, and they shouted: "According to the orders of Song Jiedushi, we are arresting the rebellious and regicide ministers!"
Before the words were spoken, the person had disappeared.
After a moment, he heard armored cavalry galloping in unison, dust was flying, the earth was shaking, hundreds of armored soldiers and horses were covered in black, the chill was overwhelming, and the air of murder was permeated.
The leader wore black armor and rode a strong iron horse galloping with iron hooves galloping. Both the man and the horse were wrapped in black iron. He easily picked up the nearly one-foot long halberd with one hand.
The difference between him and the hundreds of armored men behind him is that he wears red armor and red robes, and the heavy horse he leads looks like a group of black demons from purgatory.
Those thousands of soldiers suddenly felt chills running down their spines, because among these black demons stood a flag with the word "Song" in them. It was easy to know that they were heavy cavalry under the command of Song Qingyuan, the military governor of the German Army.
The heavy cavalry army is best at charging and killing thousands of troops, comparable to wild wild beasts. Even the thousands of soldiers covered with armor cannot withstand two rampaging attacks by the heavy cavalry.
In the past, we would not be so frightened, but things are different now, because Zhao Liwei, the traitor and traitor who assassinated the Emperor of the Zhou Dynasty earlier, and Song Qingyuan were sworn brothers. Although Zhao Liwei openly raised his troops to "fight against thieves", in fact, he was already a sworn brother. Sima Zhao's heart was known to everyone on the road.
Zhao Liwei finally became the chess piece abandoned by his sworn brother and the cornerstone of his climb.
The mighty heavy cavalry did not really charge like a savage beast. It stopped a hundred steps away, raised its hand and raised the tiger talisman of Song Jiedushi, and said in a majestic voice: "Your Majesty was killed, and we were ordered to go to the capital to appease the civil and military forces." Officials, please retreat quickly!"
The tone of voice that could not be refused showed naked intimidation, and the cold eyes seemed to be crushing him if he heard even half a word.
The morale of the thousands of armored soldiers was sluggish and retreating, because behind hundreds of heavy cavalry came a large group of infantry armored men. Their morale was so high that it distorted the air. It was the chilling air condensed from years of fighting.
When morale is properly used, it can take shape, just like how the Xiang army in Qingzhou, who knew the military and state affairs, kidnapped and killed Zhao Zhengli. The morale of the army is condensed into a sharp blade, and its terror is not weaker than that of the master monks.
It is not unreasonable that millions of people can destroy the grand master. However, to operate morale, there must be magic to guide it. Otherwise, it will be like a pile of sand, with no practical use except to bluff people.
If the morale of the Wuyangyang armor in front of him is condensed by the magic, these more than a thousand soldiers can be wiped out in an instant.
Resistance is in vain, and he is barely able to survive.
Thousands of soldiers in armor looked at the mighty "thief-catching soldiers and horses" galloping towards the capital with complicated expressions.
All the soldiers had a common thought: "The sky is going to change!"
The other side.
Zhao Liwei and his wife Ye Qiong traveled south for hundreds of miles and fought dozens of times. The couple were covered in blood and exhausted.
Ye Qiong, who was pregnant with Liujia, was even more miserable. Her bulging lower abdomen felt like it was swelling and tearing. She was forced to hide it at such a critical moment.
When Zhao Liwei noticed that after breaking through the encirclement several times, he could only feel the cold sweat on his beloved wife's forehead, and her face was as pale as paper. At that time, Ye Qiong was completely unable to hold on, and the black-armored body with its big belly collapsed without any warning. Zhao Liwei stood alone. He held her in his arms to avoid falling to the ground.
"Xiao Qiong!"
The man burst into tears. He could not frown when facing thousands of troops. He only sighed when his home was ransacked. The unconscious wife who was pregnant in front of him made him feel as if the world was falling.
In an unknown green mountain jungle, Zhao Liwei, covered in blood, escaped with his unconscious wife Ye Qiong in his arms. His eyes were red and his veins were swollen.
He has only one purpose, to find a country doctor and save his beloved wife and his unborn child.
Under his eagerness, Qinggong moved at an unprecedented speed, with each step measuring several meters, leaving no trace on the grass and no ripples in the water. However, before he knew it, a warm current surged out of his arm.
He lowered his head subconsciously, and his arm was stained with red blood. Ye Qiong, who was originally unconscious, suddenly woke up from the pain and said in panic: "Liwei, my stomach hurts!"
"Xiao Qiong! Hold on, there will be a village soon!"
Zhao Liwei was so worried that he couldn't choose a way out. He looked at the barren mountains and ridges as far as the eye could see. He looked with despair at his beloved wife, who was bleeding and suffering endlessly. He was at a loss what to do and his heart was like a knife.
Ye Qiong, whose face was so painful that he looked hideous, squeezed out from between his teeth: "Li Wei, stop quickly, I'm afraid I'm going to give birth!"
From the dense forest trail leading to the south, Ye Qiong's heart-rending moans could be heard. After breaking through and fleeing for hundreds of miles, she finally developed fetal gas, causing the fetus to be born prematurely. In addition, she was exhausted for a long time, making the process extremely difficult.
Zhao Liwei cut off his inner white shirt to wipe the cold sweat of his painful and ferocious wife. The left hand they held tightly had been cut unconsciously by Ye Qiong. The slender five fingers were like hooks, and they were deeply embedded in Zhao Liwei's palm, and the blood was blurred in the palm.
He didn't care, and he was even more upset and blamed himself for not being able to help. If he could, he would be willing to bear all the pain of his beloved wife.
Women are naturally weak, but mothers are strong. In the dense forest, every second passed like years. Apart from the woman moaning in pain, there were men crying and comforting her.
"Quaaaah!"
After a long time, a baby's cry resounded in all directions, covering everything, and the noise suddenly stopped.
Zhao Liwei picked up the fetus, which was mixed with amniotic fluid and blood, and said softly: "Xiaoqiong, it's a boy!"
The extremely weak Ye Qiong showed a motherly smile, a trace of reluctance flashed across her expression, and her eyes began to close blankly.
"Xiao Qiong!"
Zhao Liwei was so anxious that he held the fetus with one palm and injected the Qi into it. Seeing that it was of no avail, he placed the baby cross-legged and hurriedly switched his palms to pump in the Qi. Her body was still as dry as an oil lamp, and the river water leaked, until she completely lost her Qi.
In his sleep, Zhao Zhengli tried his best to break free and wake up. His heart was twitching, and his Taoist heart, even at the level of his master, could not restrain the tears of hatred, because all of this reflected his parents' personal experiences.
The incident happened suddenly, and Zhao Liwei couldn't accept it. He continued to input his true energy, and repeated in confusion: "Xiaoqiong just fell asleep! Xiaoqiong just fell asleep!"
Half an hour later, the baby's cry awakened the insane Zhao Liwei. He picked up the crying son as if he had lost his soul. His heart was as broken as glass. He cried with the baby in tears, and his liver and intestines were torn apart.
The daughter of the Ye family who was number one on the list of beauties ended her life in such a scrupulous manner. He had hatred and sworn hatred.
A suffocating pain came from the broken heart, as if it was tightly grasped by the hands of hatred!
There were babies crying and men howling again in the dense forest, but the only thing missing was the women moaning in pain!
In the retreat room on the main peak of Yingzhou, Zhao Zhengli was crying silently with his eyes closed.
——
In front of a short tomb stood a man in tattered armor. He turned a white undershirt into a swaddling bag to wrap the baby.
The back is depressed and the expression is lonely!
"The traitorous ministers and thieves will be captured soon!"
The pursuers came from a distance. The man's red and swollen eyes just glanced at the few people coming with disdain, and those people stopped walking a few feet away.
They themselves didn't remember which batch of pursuers they were. Dozens of people had died before that. If they were simply chasing, they would have arrived long ago. They just didn't dare to risk their lives rashly anymore. They had to wait for the armored troops to get close before they dared to step forward. , and the armor moved slowly, so it naturally took a long time to catch up, which gave Zhao Liwei enough time in the dense forest.
At this moment, when those people saw the new soil tomb, they obviously felt that they had come by accident, and they were even more timid when they saw his lifeless death gaze.
Several people looked at each other and retreated in tacit agreement.
Zhao Liwei did not pursue him, but disappeared into the dense forest and mountains.
——
The south is cool and quiet in the evening.
In an unknown secluded Taoist temple among the green mountains, two figures sat facing each other with candles. The candlelight flickered, casting their shadows on the rammed earth wall.
One person was in torn armor and robes, and the blood stains all over his body had turned dark brown. Opposite him was a Taoist priest with gray-white hair on the temples. He wore a high bun and a narrow-sleeved Taoist robe. His clothes were extremely casual and simple.
The man in tattered armor and robes was none other than Zhao Liwei. He slowly handed out the baby wrapped in a white shirt from his arms.
The Taoist priest took it carefully and asked in passing: "Have you chosen a name?"
Zhao Liwei thought for a moment and sighed: "The world is in chaos. I hope he can stand on his own, so let's call him Zhao Li!"
The Taoist priest asked again: "Do you really want to go alone?"
Zhao Liwei sighed: "Xiaoqiong cannot die in vain, and the family cannot be copied in vain!"
The Taoist priest's mood rarely fluctuated: "Go!"
In the dusk, the gray-white Taoist priest held the baby and watched Zhao Liwei disappear into the night.
Through the moonlight, I could see clearly that the gray-white Taoist priest looked like the three sages of the temple at that time, Zhao Tianshi and Zhao Hongyun, but they looked much younger.
That night, he went down the mountain with his infant baby in his arms, asking for breast milk from pregnant women door to door. It was normal for him to be turned away. Fortunately, half of the households showed compassion.
For three or two days in a row, it became a joke in the neighboring mountain village. After all, the baby was not hungry, and he did not take it for nothing. Before leaving, he would secretly stuff some copper coins into his mouth as a thank you.
On the seventh day, shocking news came from the capital. The emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty passed the imperial edict and passed the throne to Song Qingyuan, the governor of the German army. He ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor the next day.
Accompanying it are several major events: the new emperor mobilized tens of thousands of troops to obey God's will and win the hearts of the people, and the monks crusade against Zhao Liwei, the traitor and traitor who assassinated the Emperor of Zhou.
Riding a horse alone, he fought for three days in a row, and was eaten alive in the midst of thousands of troops. His body stood in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood without falling. His eyes were wide open with anger, and the spear in his hand was pointed directly in the direction of the capital, shocking the troops for half an hour. Don't dare to deposit.
Many Jiedu envoys who held real power did not believe in the imperial edict of the Great Zhou Emperor, and began to cede territories and proclaim themselves kings, and refused to recognize the new emperor who had usurped the throne. Various struggles began between the two and the new imperial court.
These coups did no harm to ordinary people. The few mountain villages next to Taoist temples only knew that there were suddenly no Taoist priests holding babies begging for breast milk. Life seemed to have returned to normal. Later, a carpenter found the Taoist temple on the mountain, but it had long since disappeared. Go to the building empty.
Not long after, a Taoist priest came to Longhu Mountain climbing with a baby in his arms. He had gray hair and could not tell his specific age. We only knew that he was halfway up the mountain. Zhang Deling, the headmaster of Longhu Mountain, went down the mountain to greet him in person. Soon after entering Longhu, he was awarded " "The guest's seat with the Celestial Master".
Three months later, this heavenly master, Dragon and Tiger Guest, came to the capital again. His great achievements and unique insights won him the appreciation of the new emperor Song Qingyuan.
On a rainy night, the high-ranking Taoist priest of the New Dynasty went deep into Shu with a baby who was more than three months old. He left a letter and the baby Zhao Li in front of the Qingcheng Taoist Temple and left in a flash.
From then on, in the quiet Qingcheng Mountain, there were more babies crying in the middle of the night and childish laughter during the day.
According to Zhangjiao Li's calculation, the baby was the reincarnation of heavenly beings and had an indissoluble bond with Qingcheng Mountain. He accepted him as the seventh disciple and ranked him according to "Zhong Zheng Yan Jin Ke", which happened to be "Zheng" generation, and the added character was "Zheng Li". ".
And the highly accomplished Taoist Zhao Hongyun offered suggestions for the new Qing Dynasty to control civil strife in the temple, and made plans to pacify Wu and Yue in the Southern Tang Dynasty, and along the way he was ranked among the three saints in the Qing Kingdom temple.
By then, Zhao Zhengli had a clear understanding, but he was not relieved at all and instead had all kinds of questions.
It was true for the old emperor to confiscate his family and exterminate his family, killing his father and mother. He couldn't figure out the relationship between Zhao Hongyun and his father Zhao Liwei. After his father was eaten alive by tens of thousands of troops, why did he go down to help Song Qingyuan, who had an unstable foundation, and why did he kill March in March? The infant self was sent to Qingcheng Mountain in Shu.
Confused and confused.
The next moment, the sky suddenly appeared, disrupting Zhao Zhengli's thoughts. The pictures were changing. He dreamed that he was walking alone in the desert. Before he could react, the picture flashed away, and he was in the midst of thousands of troops rushing to kill him. Corpses were everywhere, and blood was everywhere. Splattering in all directions, the world-destroying sword struck, staining the sky with blood, and the entire dream was a bloody red.
In the third scene, he is traveling in the grassland wearing a Taoist robe, and the endless cycle between chasing and being chased is staged.
In the fourth turn, he and a silver-bearded and crane-haired figure looked down at the mountains, with several familiar friends standing behind them.
In the fifth turn, he stood in the void. All the troops below him kowtowed, and hundreds of generals surrendered. The momentum shook the heaven and earth.
In the sixth turn, he dreamed of a person sitting cross-legged in the secret room, his mind was wandering too much, and his breath was horrified. At that moment, the person in the secret room seemed to be aware of peeping, and suddenly opened his eyes and stared up at the sky above the secret room.
A look frightened Zhao Zhengli out of his dream. The look seemed to come from a god and demon, making him speechless. Even after he woke up, he was still frightened by the memory.
Only then did he realize that sweat had soaked his whole body.
Zhao Zhengli murmured to himself in a daze: "Is this my present life? Or the next life?"
