Tang Buping was holding a long knife, as if strolling in a leisurely courtyard. The White Lotus cultists in front of him were shouting and rushing to kill, but only the bodies lying on the ground were left behind.
Heads are falling!
Tang Buping stepped on the blood and raised the sword. The blade was broken. He stared at the straight blade. The tip of the sword was slightly upward. A blood groove extended straight to the hilt. The whole sword was shaped like a wild goose feather. He couldn't help but frown and said in a low voice: "This Is it the Yanling Sword?"
The knife suddenly slanted out, and a red line spurted out from the cultivator's throat, and he fell in front of Yubuhe with wide eyes.
"It seems that there is more than just the White Lotus Sect behind this!"
Tang Buping looked at the White Lotus Cult in front of him with gloomy eyes. The White Lotus Cult may be able to organize many people to form a force, but it will definitely not be able to obtain a large number of Yan Ling Dao.
The waist knives of the Ming Dynasty are mainly Yanling knives, lancet knives and Xiuchun knives.
The Yulin Army, Jinyi Guards, and Security Bureau are mainly equipped with Xiuchundao.
The cavalry and infantry in the army are mainly equipped with lancets.
Officials, soldiers, guards, etc. are mainly equipped with Yanling knives.
These waist knives are all made by the imperial court without exception. The White Lotus Sect is a missionary, and it wants to lure people into trouble all day long. He is not a beggar, and he can't get rid of this thing even if he goes to the Equipment Department.
If you are talking about good luck, it is understandable that you picked up a Yanling knife. Who has never lost something...
But here is not just one or two, but hundreds or even more.
Obviously, there must be court forces involved behind this!
Tang Buping killed several people in a row and entered the lobby of the government office. When he saw Qiu Dalai who had chopped down a commoner, the knife in his hand flew out as he waved his hand.
Qiu Dalai turned around and slashed diagonally, and cut off the knife thrown by Tang Buping.
"I didn't expect that you still have some foundation."
Tang Buping was a little surprised and walked over. The cultist on the side was slashing with a knife. Tang Buping took a step back, raised his foot and kicked the opponent's wrist.
Click.
The sound of bones breaking was alarming.
Tang Buping caught the falling Yan Ling knife and passed it across. The screams of the cultists were reduced to a whooshing sound.
Qiu Dalai didn't expect the opponent to be so powerful. After hearing the commotion around him, he knew that he couldn't escape, so he gritted his teeth and said: "It seems that our plan has failed, but so what, the more people die, the faster Maitreya will come to the world." !”
Tang Buping shook his head slightly, Maitreya?
Forget it, there is no real Buddha in this world!
Sufferings have come one after another in this world. For thousands of years, countless people have died, and the so-called Maitreya has not been born.
If there really is Maitreya, Tang Buping would like to try it out. Is it his neck that is tough or his own sword that is faster?
"You kicked me seven times, and I'll kick you seven times in return. It's fair."
Tang Buping said coldly.
Qiu Dalai burst out laughing, then tore a strip of cloth from the refugee's clothes, slowly wrapped it around his right hand holding the knife, and said, "I should have killed you right then!"
Tang Buping raised his head, glanced at the empty beams, and then said to Qiu Dalai: "If you had done it earlier, I wouldn't have had to suffer those kicks. You would have lost a lot of changes with the knife tied like this, no. So wise."
Qiu Dalai tied it up solemnly, staring at Tang Buping.
The strength of the man in front of him was definitely extraordinary. If the sword hand was not tied, the sword might fly away with one blow.
"Cut the nonsense!"
Qiu Dalai shouted and rushed forward. The long knife in his hand slashed down hard with the force of splitting Huashan Mountain. Tang Buping's pupils froze slightly. He did not shy away and raised the knife to meet him.
Ding!
boom!
Qiu Dalai stepped back, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He looked down at the footprints on his chest and looked a little pale.
Tang Buping used his sword to kill the spirit snake, passing by Qiu Dalai's wrist, and then gave Qiu Dalai a gravity kick. Qiu Dalai flew out and hit the table, causing the entire table to snap...
Qu You looked at the lively Yangchun Street not far away and felt happy. As long as he crossed the Yangchun Bridge and blended in with the crowd, he would be safe.
In a few days, the news will calm down, and it will not be difficult to leave the city in disguise.
As soon as Qu You stepped onto the bridge, he saw Huang Zicheng, Jing Qing and others with smiling faces. They panicked and jumped directly into the river.
Huang Zicheng stood on the bridge, looked at Qu You splashing in the water, and shouted: "Brother, do you need help?"
Qu You then remembered that Huang Zicheng had never seen him before...
After finally landing on the shore, before he could run away, Qu You saw the smiling and powerful man.
Yu Xin did not use the power of the guard station. With only more than 20 people from the Security Bureau and 3,000 young refugees, he put down the White Lotus Rebellion, killed more than 230 believers, captured Qu You and Wu Yuan alive, and left two More than a hundred believers were taken to the city gate by Yu Xin and chopped down together in front of the people and refugees.
"The White Lotus Cult brings disaster to the country and the people. Whoever dares to form a clique for personal gain in the future and join the White Lotus Cult will be killed without mercy according to the imperial decree! I hope you all will take this as a warning and don't stir up trouble and harm others and yourself!"
Yu Xin shouted loudly.
Compared with pale words, human heads are the best warning.
For a moment, Dingyuan was solemn.
Yu Xin was drafting the memorial when Xie Gang, the chief secretary, hurriedly walked into the lobby and said, "Sir, there are many grain merchants coming from outside the city, hoping that the imperial court can purchase them at a high price."
"High price? Why high price? One tael of silver and two stones of rice. Let them keep the rice and they can leave."
Yu Xin has no time to pay attention to these trivial matters. The White Lotus cultists can control Dingyuan. This is an extremely dangerous signal. If the court does not come up with countermeasures early, it will definitely become a serious problem.
There are more than five hundred believers in Dingyuan.
What about outside Dingyuan?
Currently, the largest number of White Lotus followers is not in Fengyang Prefecture, but in places such as Henan, Shandong, and Beizhili.
Once these believers formed a force and rebelled against the imperial court, the consequences would be disastrous.
Zhu Yuanzhang's harsh rule and Zhu Yunwen's policy strategies continued to harm the interests of the gentry, which in turn prompted the gentry to lean towards the White Lotus Sect, and even actively provided cover and support for them, and even joined the White Lotus Sect themselves.
The White Lotus Sect has taken root among the people, which is an area where the imperial control is weak. If the gentry in the city provides support for it, the influence of the White Lotus Sect among the people cannot be underestimated.
Yu Xin wrote down his worries in the memorial and handed it to Xiong Wucheng, saying: "This memorial must be delivered to the capital as quickly as possible."
After Xiong Wucheng took the memorial, he took out another stack of paper from his arms, called to the governor Tang Buping, handed them over together, and said: "Go to the capital in person and transfer the memorial to Mr. Yuge and me. Send it up, and if possible, report Dingyuan in person."
After Tang Buping collected the documents, he left the county government office, hit his horse and left Dingyuan City.
Yu Xin frowned and said, "When will Xiong Tongzhi write the memorial?"
Xiong Wucheng laughed loudly and said: "Don't bully me as a martial artist. Warriors also have the method of writing memorials."
"Okay, can Qu You explain it?"
Yu Xin changed the topic.
Xiong Wucheng shook his head and said: "Qiu Dalai was kicked to death by Tang Buping. Wu Yuan was tortured and begged for mercy hundreds of times. He still doesn't know who is ancient and modern. But Qu You is a tough guy. No matter how he is tortured, he will not Open your mouth."
Yu Xin walked into the hall and said in a deep voice: "Qu You saw that the situation was not good, abandoned his followers and ran away alone. This alone is enough to prove that he has the will to live, and if he is forced to die, he will speak."
Xiong Wucheng nodded heavily and said, "In that case, I will interrogate you personally!"
The Royal Palace, outside Wuying Hall.
Cabinet Minister Xie Jin and Ministry of Industry Minister Zheng Ci asked to see them. Shuangxi looked at them with some embarrassment and said: "The emperor only rested for an hour yesterday. He just had lunch. The lunch break is still a quarter of an hour away. Can you two adults?" Can you wait a minute or two?"
After Xie Jin and Zheng Ci heard this, they looked at each other and couldn't help but feel a little worried. However, the matter reported was important and they did not dare to postpone it.
Just when the two of them were hesitating, inside the palace
Zhu Yunwen's voice came: "Let them come in."
Shuangxi quickly invited Xie Jin and Zheng Ci into the palace.
Zhu Yunwen braced himself, seated the two of them, and asked directly: "Zheng Shangshu is also here, but is there any news from Zhang Xianzong?"
Zheng Ci's eyes turned red, he stood up and walked out, knelt on the ground, then took out a memorial and said: "Your Majesty, Zhang Xianzong, he, he has been loyal to the country!"
"What?!"
Zhu Yunwen's expression changed and he stood up.
Shuangxi quickly picked up the memorial and presented it to Zhu Yunwen.
Zhu Yunwen unfolded the memorial, looked down, and felt a sense of sadness.
"Song Li, the head of the Ministry of Household Affairs, came to Xuzhou, and Zhang Xianzong, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, was ordered to inspect the waterway and repair the embankment to calm the people... The sky was thundering, it rained all night, the river surged, and the world was in danger... The dead flesh had just left, but it had already rushed to the place. , Standing on the long embankment, the majesty will last forever..."
"Now that the water-dividing strategy is beginning to show its effectiveness, Kaifeng, Suqian, and Huai'an have no major worries... Thanks to the virtue of the saint, the blessings of the whole people, I would like to erect a monument for Zhang Shilang to commemorate future generations..."
The memorial in Zhu Yunwen's hand slipped to the ground, and he still remembered that when Zhang Xianzong left, he made an agreement with him to host a banquet in person when he returned!
But now? !
"Your Majesty, Xue Xia, the commander of the Security Bureau, would like to see you."
Huang Men reported.
Zhu Yunwen calmed down and said, "Let him come in."
Xue Xia hurriedly entered the palace, knelt in front of Zhu Yunwen, and shouted loudly: "Xue Xia, my minister, has neglected his duty, please forgive me!"
Zheng Ci looked at Xue Xia, suddenly stunned.
In order to protect Zhang Xianzong, the bodyguard Zhu Yunwen sent was Xue Xia, a real powerful figure in the Security Bureau!
He did not neglect his duties, and Zhang Xianzong's death had nothing to do with him.
Zhu Yunwen also knew this, but no matter what, Xue Xia did not protect Zhang Xianzong's safety!
"Your Majesty, before Master Zhang died, he left a letter and asked me to deliver it to the Emperor."
Xue Xia took out the cowhide bag from her arms, took out the precious letter, and raised it above her head with both hands.
Zhu Yunwen walked over in person and looked down at the words on the envelope:
"I pay my respects to Zhang Xianzong, and the emperor personally approves it."
Zhu Yunwen opened the envelope and took out the letter. After taking a look at it, he quickly turned around and two lines of tears rolled down his face.
"I know that the years are short and there will be no tomorrow. I am afraid that I will not be able to keep the banquet given by the emperor. It is my crime to miss the appointment with the emperor. To divert the river from Hebei to Shandong will harm the people along the route and block the rivers, causing future troubles. It is my crime to divide the river from Hebei to Shandong. 2. Not going to Kaifeng and not knowing the truth about seizing the Huai River is the third crime of the minister..."
"I recommend Song Li to be the head of the household department. He has a great talent in hydrology. If he is used, most of the floods in the world can be quelled...Xue Tongzhi takes good care of his subordinates. The injuries and illnesses of his ministers have nothing to do with him. I hope that the emperor will not implicate loyal people. …”
"May the Emperor be wise and wise, put all people first, and usher in a prosperous Ming Dynasty, where the sun and the moon will last forever... I, Zhang Xianzong, kowtow!"
Zhu Yunwen waved his hand and said in a low voice: "You all go down."
Xie Jin, Zheng Ci, Xue Xia, Shuang Xi and others withdrew from Wuying Hall.
Zhu Yunwen held the letter's hand, shaking slightly. He looked down and saw two tears falling on the letter.
Ink, smudged.
Zhu Yunwen's heart had never been hit by such a force.
This power is so vast that the world is vast!
This power will last forever!
There is no individual, no small family in his heart, only all the people, only the country!
Before he died, he was still recommending talents to himself!
Before he died, he was still protecting others!
Before he died, he still cared about the Ming Dynasty, and used his last life to give himself - unparalleled advice!
Zhang Xianzong, he is a loyal minister of the Ming Dynasty!
Zhu Yunwen wiped away his tears. No matter how strong the emperor was, there would be times when he was embarrassed. It had nothing to do with weakness, just because this loyalty struck people's hearts directly and could shine in the sun and the moon!
