"Zhenzhen, Wanwan, do you two dare to follow me on the boat and charge to kill me?"
Yang Lin chuckled.
"Why don't you dare? I can't wait for a long time. I want to see what kind of powerful tricks the master of the family has."
Wanwan is eager to try.
She had a lawless temper, and under the unique teachings of the Yingui Sect, she had no respect for the Sui Dynasty royal family.
In this regard, he is more open-minded than Yang Lin.
Wei Zhenzhen nodded heavily, her eyes full of determination, and she also said: "I listen to the prince."
"Well, if you encounter strong forces, retreat. I don't want you to make any mistakes."
He came with two women, not that he needed two powerful helpers.
Instead, I thought about giving these two a try.
Wanwan just paid it back. The Heavenly Demon Kung Fu has reached the seventeenth level. Although she has just debuted and has not experienced too many bloody killings, she is very strong after all, and there are very few enemies who can really threaten her.
Let her follow this time, meet the world's masters, and take action at will, which will be the basis for her progress.
As for Wei Zhenzhen, her temperament is too weak.
I never know what to fight for.
When it was her turn, there was basically no chance to take action.
Yang Lin thought that he might face various complicated situations in the future.
If Wei Zhenzhen was just kept as a vase, it would be too much of a waste of her natural water veins.
Therefore, there is no need to change the character, and the experience can be enriched.
When she grows up, she can form a female guard, which might be fun.
For the huge pomp of the dragon boat fleet.
Yang Lin was not surprised.
He was not waiting for a good opportunity to assassinate him.
But I wanted to see the famous scene of Yang Guang going to Yangzhou.
History has never hesitated to describe this scene with various pens and inks.
After actually seeing the scene, Yang Lin discovered that everyone's descriptions were actually pale.
Can you imagine what it would be like to have a fleet of ships meandering for two hundred miles?
Can you imagine what it would be like for the counties and counties along the way to devote all their efforts to serve the king's army?
At the same time, you can’t imagine the scene of 300,000 people singing and welcoming along the shore.
There are also scenes of thousands of pretty girls rolling up their trousers and sleeves to stretch themselves.
As for all kinds of enjoyment, it goes without saying.
There is nothing Yang Guang can't do except what he can't imagine.
In the eyes of people at the time, one look at this kind of scene could brag for a lifetime.
However, in Yang Lin's view, this is a ridiculous black comedy with twists and turns like a demon dancing wildly.
It's the last hurray to hell.
So, he decided to give this wonderful king a gift.
I don’t want the other party to put on another gorgeous show.
…
Yang Lin jumped down, his body like lightning, and took advantage of the power above the heads of the onlookers to fly into the air.
After a few ups and downs, we reached the water rope.
The two women behind him followed closely.
As soon as he stepped onto the huge dragon boat, a golden shadow appeared between Yang Lin's eyebrows, and he suddenly shouted.
"Yang Guang, you are going against the grain and the people are boiling with resentment. Why don't you die quickly?"
Under the Qi machine induction, he could clearly see the east and west halls on the giant ship, and also sensed the main hall and the inner court.
In the main hall of the dragon boat.
Yang Guang was dressed in a dragon robe, leaning on a chair. Dozens of beauties were dancing seductively in front of him, and among the sound of silk and bamboo drums, some people were singing and dancing.
On both sides of the main hall, there are long benches lined up with strange fragrance, and there are civil and military officials sitting there.
While admiring the dance, they drank and had fun.
Yang Lin shouted loudly, like a thunderbolt from the sky, causing the surrounding water waves to roll back.
People on both sides of the Taiwan Strait exclaimed in surprise.
As for the dragon boat main hall, it was even more chaotic.
The dancers staggered around, and Yang Guang suddenly changed his color.
There were several figures on both sides, rising up like lightning and rushing straight out of the hall.
At the head was an old man with white hair and white beard, wearing a purple python robe and a high crown, looking very imposing.
He jumped up to the deck and shouted angrily: "Where is the traitor from? You dare to stab me and seek death."
Following his shouts and curses, powerful arrows were fired at Yang Lin like a rain of arrows.
Behind the old man, there was a man with black beard and black hair, and his eyes were as cold as ice. Looking at him from a distance made people feel chilly all over.
There was also an old lady with chicken-skinned skin and white hair, holding a dragon-headed crutch and touching the ground with her toes, covering a distance of tens of feet, not much slower than an arrow.
"Okay, the Yuwen family's Bing Xuan Jin and the Dugu family's Bi Luo Gong are all here."
Yang Lin laughed loudly, flicking his robe sleeves, and the strong wind blew back.
The rain of arrows, as dense as migratory locusts, flew backwards, and there was a miserable howl.
When he came out, he wore a light scribe's toga because he had left the army.
At this time, a strong wind blew up, and figures within a few feet in front of him fell down, and the sound of broken muscles and bones could be heard endlessly.
Wanwan shook the silver thin sword in her hand, chuckled, and rushed into the crowd.
Rushing forward like cutting through waves.
Wei Zhenzhen's silver whip danced like a snake. Sometimes it turned into a spear and stabbed, sometimes it turned into a ethereal sword, and it didn't slow down much.
The most amazing thing is Yang Lin.
He stepped heavily on the bow deck, and the entire giant ship sank three feet. Amid the shock, his robes carried a strong wind and rushed straight into the central hall.
He could see that Yang Guang had put down his wine glass and frowned slightly.
Seems very dissatisfied.
He probably didn't sense any crisis at all.
I just thought that it was normal, those assassins who wanted to die came to stir up trouble, and they could be killed quickly.
"Keep drinking. Old Duke and You Taijun will take action, and the little thieves will be captured easily."
The old Duke is of course Xu Guogong Yu Wenshu.
He is the person who carries the tripod above the officialdom of the Yuwen clan.
The key is that he is accompanied by Yu Wenshang, the head of the Yuwen family.
This person is not involved in court affairs, but his martial arts skills are astonishingly high. According to legend, he is as famous as Song Que, the Lingnan Heavenly Sword.
In the court, his reputation is far less than that of his brother Yuwenshu, but in the world, his status is far above him.
The cold and stern man with black hair and black beard that Yang Lin saw, with ice chips all over his body, was Yuwen Shang.
As for You Taijun, he is You Chuhong, the ancestor of the Dugu Clan.
She is good at the Biluo Hongchen Kung Fu and the Chaotic Cloak Staff Technique. She is old and powerful, and is much more powerful than her son, Dugu Feng, the leader of the Dugu Clan.
Yang Guang finished the cup and a flush appeared on his face.
He smiled and said: "I haven't been to Yangzhou for a few years, and I didn't expect that all kinds of clowns would pop up.
This time, I must kill all these rebellious traitors. "
"Your Majesty Ying..."
The courtiers quickly regained their concentration and raised their glasses. Before they could finish their words, the side wall of the hall collapsed with a bang, crushing several civil servants to death.
A purple figure, like a giant hammer, passed through the hole and fell into the hall.
He fell to the ground and vomited blood. After several mouthfuls of vomiting, he struggled to get up. His eyes were wide open and he looked at Yang Guang: "Your Majesty, leave quickly."
As soon as he said this, he looked up to the sky and fell down.
He twitched a few times and then stopped moving.
It is written by Xu Guogong Yuwen.
At this time, his chest collapsed, and his whole body was almost broken into two pieces.
There was a burst of exclamations from all around, and everyone's eyes showed fear.
From a distance, I heard You Chuhong's old voice asking in a deep voice: "Who are you? If you dare to assassinate the king, are you not afraid of being killed by the nine tribes?"
The court officials who had the same doubts as You Chuhong were frightened and a little curious, so they couldn't help but listen carefully.
"Hehe, there is a way to heaven but you don't take it. Hell has no door but you have to break in. Mrs. You, can't you guess who I am until now?
Not only are your eyesight dim, but your ears are not working well either. "
Amidst the clash of roaring energy, the entire dragon boat shook violently.
Inside the hall, sometimes there was an icy cold wind blowing, and then there was a scorching ray of sunshine sweeping across.
The shock is getting closer.
There was even a loud scream.
A huge ice-blue phoenix suddenly appeared, covering the sky and the earth and impacting Li Xiao.
Everyone trembled.
Several ministers protected Yang Guang and backed away. Yu Shiji felt certain in his heart and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, don't panic. This is the ice phoenix dance performed by Yuwen Clan Master Yu Wenshang. No one below the Grand Master dares to stop it."
boom……
As soon as he said these words, a huge golden stick crashed down on his head, like a divine dragon descending from the sky, and the roar of the dragon was deafening.
The ice blue phoenix was struck down by this stick and turned into countless streams of blue light, scattering in all directions.
As soon as a layer of ice flowers formed around it, it was rushed by the golden energy and turned into water droplets...
There was a loud splash, and everyone in the hall suddenly became drowned.
"Prisoning Dragon Stick, Backer King, Yang Lin."
The dragon's roar sounded, and the energy like the blazing sun swept across, and everyone understood who was attacking.
Legend has it that the patron king Yang Lin beat the surrounding heroes with a dragon prison stick.
Even the evil king Shi Zhixuan went to assassinate him, but he was beaten and fled, seriously injured and hiding without a trace.
He is a man of extraordinary ability, and now that he is knocking on his door, there is nothing better to do.
No, Xu Guogong Yu Wenshu appeared in front of him and was beaten to death with a stick.
Yuwen Shang's Bingxuanjin was so miraculous that he could transform his true energy into shape, and the ice phoenix danced wildly, but was knocked down by his dragon-prisoning stick.
"Your Majesty, leave quickly."
The dancing girls were screaming and running around, and the courtiers had long lost their dignity.
They got into the table, got into the table, sneaked out, escorted each other, and it was a mess for a while.
But Yang Lin sneered.
"Yu Wenshang, right? Bing Xuanjin is indeed extraordinary, but it's useless to me."
He assassinated Yang Guang at this time, not to compete with others, but to use his unique skills as soon as he took action.
Two sticks were used to subdue the dragon. He took a long breath and raised his body, like a demon or a god...
The two qi of yin and yang were attached to the coiling dragon stick, and with its feet on the stars, like a bull, it crashed through the palace wall with a bang.
Broken wood was flying.
Kankan caught up with Yuwen's injured figure and knocked him down again with a stick.
This stick is not like the previous scorching sun fire.
Instead, the three elements of essence, energy, and spirit are united into one, activating the yin and yang energy between heaven and earth, mixing and knocking it down.
The gray beam of light caused tiny spider web cracks to appear in the space.
boom……
Yuwen Shang's beard and hair were dancing wildly, and he punched upward with both palms.
As soon as an ice phoenix appeared, it was beaten into stars in the sky.
The momentum of the stick did not stop, and the gray light fell like waves.
Yuwen roared in pain, and his arms were beaten into powder. The pieces of meat were flying, and the head of the club hit him on the head.
Snapped……
It's like breaking a rotten watermelon.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die."
Yang Lin shouted loudly, and with the unparalleled power of beating Yu Wenshang to death, he fell down, wrapped in the fierce wind, and rushed straight in front of Yang Guang.
The soldiers along the road were all turned into rags and sacks as soon as his body rushed them, flying into the air.
You Chuhong's Qiankun Staff was just halfway through its dance when Yang Lin turned his eyes and looked at him with murderous intent in his eyes, and the movement of the staff immediately stagnated.
Yang Lin laughed, rushed past, stretched out his hand and took it lightly, like a dragon reaching for its claws.
Yang Guang lowered his head and fled, only for a moment before he flew up and landed in his hands, grabbing his throat.
"His Majesty."
Thousands of guards poured in from all around like a tide, and dense crowds of people rushed straight up.
They rushed to the front and stopped there. Everyone almost stopped breathing and there was silence all around.
"Gu, how did I offend you? You want to put me to death?"
Yang Guang asked struggling.
With the murderous aura in his heart, he was able to ask questions, which was actually pretty good.
However, Yang Lin knew that this person was actually shocked.
The lower garment is already wet, and the water droplets have soaked the ground.
A foul smell penetrated the nose, which made people very sick.
Yang Lin stopped laughing and shook his head: "Your Majesty offended not only me, but everyone in the world.
Abandoning the ancestral temple, he made several expeditions to the south of the Yangtze River, mobilized troops and mobilized troops, fought frequently externally, and indulged in extravagance and debauchery internally...
Have you never thought that over the years, how many strong men have been killed by weapons, how many old, weak, women and children have been buried in ditches? Half of the people in the world have died, and you can't even see it? "
Yang Lin's voice turned cold: "The Central Plains are all rebels, and the North is now considered a world of rebels against the king. It's not like no one advises you, don't touch the king lightly.
However, all the people who advised you were killed, and you still want to go to Jiangnan to harm the people. Tell me, who did you offend? "
"I..." Yang Guang wanted to say something else.
Yang Lin no longer wanted to hear it.
A few more words are just to make peace with the white bones in this world.
However, since the deceased is gone, we can't go back to the past and let those suffering people live again, right?
If you kill the king, just kill the king, there won’t be so much nonsense.
He turned his backhand into a knife, and a sharp edge flashed across the edge of his palm. In Yang Guang's horrified eyes, he cut off his head with one strike.
Lifting his head and breaking through the roof of the palace, Yang Lin burst out laughing, skimming across the water and flying into the air.
The two girls behind him were dancing like butterflies accompanying flowers.
"Your Majesty, have you succeeded?" Wanwan's delicate laughter came.
She moved in the rain of arrows, and the silk and satin around her body danced wildly, not only protecting herself, but also protecting Wei Zhenzhen.
Wei Zhenzhen remained silent. She had just gotten excited about killing, her mind was shaken, and she was still a little stunned.
However, from the coldness that slowly developed in her eyes, it could be seen that she had quietly gotten used to something.
"The Hunjun is dead, why don't you return to the north and stay in the south of the Yangtze River to seek death?"
Yang Lin shouted loudly, carried Yang Guang's head, ran ashore and disappeared into the jungle.
The place was filled with wailing.
The fleet stopped and the people ran around in chaos.
The hundred thousand troops were at a loss.
Even the emperor has been killed. No matter whether they go forward or backward, they are all destined to die.
"Your Majesty, how come you kill someone and just leave? You don't even try to subdue them?"
Wanwan asked strangely.
Wei Zhenzhen came to life, let out a long breath, and without waiting for Yang Lin's reply, sighed: "It's useless, these people are from the North, and we have too few manpower to control them.
Even if they are dispersed, they will become a rebel army and cause harm to Jiangdu, so it is better to let them flee north.
They are eager to return home, and when the time comes, they will have a few more battles with the Northland Rebels, which will be good for us. "
"exactly."
Yang Lin smiled and nodded.
After killing Yang Guang, the 300,000-strong army completely lost morale.
At this time, there is no other option except withdrawing the troops.
Previously, Yang Lin saw that although Yang Guang was killed, the army was not in chaos.
Wang Shichong and other generals were all fine. Even if he wanted to kill 300,000 pigs, he would still feel dizzy.
You can't kill by killing.
Can only give up.
Moreover, this group of troops must return to Luoyang as soon as possible to support the prince and grandson again.
Normal people would think so.
The previous crisis when Yang Guang went to Jiangdu has been completely eliminated from this moment on.
Jiangdu will usher in a rare opportunity for development. At this time, it can free up its hands to deal with some grassroots.
Moreover, it’s time to grab some time with the Taiyuan Li family.
…
Asking for a monthly ticket.
