Chapter 338: The Rainbow after the Storm (Part 1)

According to the Qing system, the Prince of the State was originally just a rubber stamp, with only one great title. However, Yinzuo, the Prince of the State, was a state of power. No other reason. Mr. Kangxi had issued an order before he came to Jiangnan. Except for military and national affairs, Yinzuo was all acted at a disadvantage. The ordering of a curfew was within Yinzuo's power. Although the order of the Nine Gate Admiral's Office was a bit suspicious of being overwhelming, it was reasonable, but to mobilize troops with Yinzuo's token, it would be completely beyond Yinzuo's authority. Therefore, Lang Zhang did not talk about the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slightest of the slight

"Bastard, why are you panic?" Lang Zhang saw the military academy's panic look, feeling that he had lost his face in front of the fourteenth, and immediately shouted without hesitation.

"Report to the military gate." The military academy stabilized his mood and hurried to report: "The commander Ming of Xizhimen has sent troops into the city."

"What? Why is this happening?" Lang Zhang couldn't help but get anxious.

The old fourteen took out a token from his sleeve and whispered: "Wolf Army Gate, the token of the Prince of the Responsible State is here. Please restrain your subordinates and do not transfer troops into the city without authorization."

Lang Zhang was the confidant general of the old man Kangxi and was quite upright. However, because the death of his brother Wu He and his brother Wu He had an inseparable relationship with Yinzuo, he had never been very close to Yinzuo. Although he had been in the same dynasty for many years, he had never had much contact and did not buy Yinzuo's accounts. However, now, he would not be able to buy it. According to the Qing system, the Nine Gate Admiral's Office was responsible for guarding the Nine Gate, but also responsible for the security of the capital. On weekdays, patrols were also sent to inspect the ground of the capital. However, the Nine Gate Admiral's Office did not have the right to mobilize troops to the city. If he wanted to do this, he would have to have an imperial edict. If he was transferred without authorization, Lang Zhang, the Nine Gate Admiral, would be the end of the day. It would be light to dismiss his post and investigate. The crime of rebellion was not a matter of losing his head, but a serious crime of extermination of the Nine Gate Admiral.

When Lang Zhang heard that the soldiers and horses of Xizhimen were moving, he was so anxious that a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. He glanced at the old fourteen and said, "Prince, please wait, and then I will stop the soldiers and horses." As soon as he finished speaking, he planned to run out.

"Slow down!" The old fourteen hurriedly called: "Wolf Army Gate, I will go with you, click the troops of Andingmen, and be careful to respond."

"This..." Lang Zhang hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay! Just follow the prince."

Andingmen is the location of the Nine Gate Admiral's Office. Due to the curfew tonight, the soldiers of Andingmen were unable to be lazy under the eyes of their own officials. They were originally well-equipped and could be dispatched at any time. After receiving the order from Lang Zhang, the rectification was completed in just one incense stick. More than 3,000 people followed Lang Zhang closely and ran forward along the quiet street.

The fierce battle in Songshan study continued, but the situation was clear. The third and eighth people had been divided into several small circles, fighting each other, and the entire army was wiped out was just a matter of time. There was nowhere to escape. The few masters who could escape had long since escaped, and the remaining people had no chance to surrender, so they could only fight to the death. The battle was extremely fierce. Under the stars after the rain, broken limbs and broken arms could be seen flying everywhere. The silent night sky was echoing the sound of killing, screams, and the sound of weapons. Hundreds of people were crowded together, fighting selflessly. Apart from killing the other party, there was no other thought in their hearts.

The steel knife in the hand of the fat No. 5 has already flew away from where he has gone. Now he is holding a long spear in his hand. Although he is still dancing, he can no longer kill the gun. The horizontal practice skills that were originally incompetent to swords and spears are at the end of his strength. He is covered with deep and shallow wounds on his body, and he is still yelling and fighting. The strange and extremely skilled No. 6 has slowed down at this time. The pair of Emei thorns in his hand have long been broken into the chest of someone. At this moment, he is holding a pair of cold daggers, which are still bravely attacking the densely defended enemies in the encirclement. His face is long and deep

The wound made No. 6's face look particularly ferocious; No. 10's tall body had fallen to the ground at this time, with three spears and two long swords in it. In front of him, there were piles of vague flesh and blood behind him, which were the result of his heroic battle. If it weren't for No. 1's ruthlessness, the "Honghu" children who participated in the battle might not have been able to support the arrival of the main force of "secret arrows" led by No. 1; No. 1, which had always been indifferent and ruthless, had his eyes congested and burst out with horrifying shouts, like a wounded leopard in the crowd, not caring that he had been hit by several times. When he waved the broad-faced sword in his hand, he would always take away a life.

Blood burned under the night, screams echoed under the night sky. Human life was the most valuable thing at this time. Death reaped the dead without bold words, nor did it have any slogans before death. There were only bloody killings. Both sides who were red-eyed had already put the world aside, and there was only murderous intent in their hearts. The violent murderous aura soared into the sky. The moon, which had just poked out of the clouds, shrieked back.

The battle in the courtyard of Shizikou Hutong continued, but it was obviously coming to an end. The formation and the masters were in a thrilling battle. Both sides rarely exclaimed, and they didn't even say a sound. All they had was tacit cooperation and clever moves. Everyone was good at assassination. Everyone was skilled in assassination. They were all very skilled in martial arts. When they fought, they were desperate for life. However, they were strong and their opponents were stronger. The Wudang internal disciples were first-class experts in the entire world. In addition, there was a strong man like Qingsong, which was doomed to be a disastrous defeat of the "Demon Slayer".

Brave! The disciples of the "Demon Killing Sect" are not as good as others, but they are brave and brave. Even if they fight to the death, they will drag their Wudang disciples to be buried with them. After a desperate battle, thirteen people from the "Demon Killing Sect" survived. However, the dying counterattack also took away the lives of four Wudang disciples. In addition to Qingsong, the remaining Wudang disciples were also injured.

In the secret room, Yinzuo sat upright on the chair and watched Wu and Lin's game with a smile. At this tense moment, he had a certain sense of command and demeanor when he came to the game of Go. However, Yinzuo thought about it, Wu and Lin didn't want to give him this opportunity. He had no choice but to be a spectator. Yes, he was a not very qualified spectator, and he often pointed at the tricks to both sides. Unfortunately, Wu and Lin turned a deaf ear at all, and they were still going as they should, although in Yinzuo's opinion, those tricks seemed to be slow.

Well, ignore us, okay, let's go outside to enjoy our work, and then kill a few disciples of the "Demon Killing Sect" to relieve their troubles. Yinzuo saw Wu and Lin and the others ignored him, so he got up and planned to leave, but before he could walk out, Wu Sidao said without raising his head: "Prince, please respect yourself."

Er, this old Wu, alas, is not attentive to play chess. Yinzuo smiled awkwardly, shook his head, and had to walk back to his seat. Just as he was about to ask for advice, he saw Sun Chengfu rushing in and said with a little breath: "Prince, the troops from Xizhimen have moved, it is reported that the Tenth Master was mobilized."

"Hmm?" Yinzuo was stunned when he heard this, turned around and looked at Wu Sidao, and secretly called luck in his heart. If Old Wu had not arranged Old Shisi to support him in advance, I was afraid that even if we rushed there in person, it would be too late.

"It's okay." Wu Sidao didn't raise his head and played chess, saying lightly: "Even if the Fourteenth Master doesn't go, you don't have to panic. The emperor is afraid that he has made other arrangements long ago. Just let the prince just do it and watch chess with confidence."

Hum? What? The old man’s arrangement, why did Lao Wu’s words sound strange? Could it be that the old man had planned to come to the capital early in the morning and set up a plan in advance and wait for us to jump? Yinzuo suddenly shuddered, staring at Wu Sidao’s slightly bent silence, and said calmly: “What does Mr. Wu mean? Is it because the emperor is planning to deal with me?”

"That's not necessarily true. However, since the emperor dares to entrust the political situation of the capital to the prince, he will naturally set up a backhand to prevent it. If he can play a backhand role, there will be no one else except Lang Zhang. If the prince has no intention of rebelling, the secret weapon in Lang Zhang's hand will be useful. This is just a matter of course." Wu Sidao casually put a piece on the chessboard and kept explaining.

Hey, Lao Wu asked Lao Shisi to go to Langzhang, and there were two meanings. One was to clearly tell Langzhang that the commotion in the city was just a game between the princes, not a rebellion, to stabilize Langzhang's heart, and the other was to let Lao Shisi go out to deal with Lao Bayi's possible military mobilization measures. Alas, Lao Wu is good at everything, but it is not good to like to hide his words at all. What is it that mysterious? Yinzuo smiled self-deprecatingly, and did not continue the topic. He looked at Sun Chengfu and asked, "What's the situation outside?"

"Reported to the prince, No. 1 has arrived at the Songshan study hall. The war has been tilted towards us. Victory is only a matter of time. No. 2 returns, the Thirteenth Yamen and Shanpu Camp are all on guard, but there is no sign of attack. The battle in the yard outside has ended, and the invading "Demon Killing Sect" has been destroyed. Wudang disciples have also lost many people. They are now cleaning the battlefield." Before Sun Chengfu finished speaking, Qingsong, covered in blood, walked into the room, bowed to Yinzuo, and said softly: "It's done." Then he stopped talking and walked to the side and stood silently.

Qingsong has always been unwilling to talk a lot. Yinzuo is clear about this. There is a grudge between Wudang and the Demon Killing Sect. Yinzuo can vaguely guess this. However, Yinzuo has never guessed why Wudang sent the most outstanding disciples to help him. However, Yinzuo clearly understood that Wudang's move was definitely not because Yinzuo was a disciple of Wudang, and it must be involved in the secret of Wudang. If it were the past, Yinzuo would not want to ask more questions. After all, Qingsong and Qingxu were both under Yinzuo's hands.

The powerful man has never made any mistakes. He has always been careful and never talks. But now the third and eighth brothers are about to collapse. The dark forces in Yinzuo's hands are already unique, and the overall strength is far beyond the Thirteenth Yamen. Wudang's support is no longer so important to Yinzuo. It is time to show off - for the superiors, they can and must keep secrets, but they will never allow their subordinates to have different ideas. This is one of the codes of conduct for those who are in charge.

"Senior Brother Qingsong, I have something unknown to you, so I would like to ask you for advice." Yinzuo politely called Qingsong as Senior Brother. This is the first time since Qingsong entered the palace.

"Your Majesty is polite, but if you have any questions, Qingsong will answer the same answer." Qingsong bowed and said.

"Okay." Yinzuo nodded and said, "Speaking of this, I am also a disciple of Wudang, and I can't treat Wudang badly. Thanks to the love of Wudang Ziyun, the masters sent to help me. I am impressed by the heart, but I also know that there is no free lunch in the world. What does Wudang need to do?"

"Report to the prince, there are not many things, but there are actually only three." Qingsong did not hide anything and said bluntly: "The Wudang disciple who came to help this time has brought Master Ziyun's last words to..."

"What? Master Ziyun passed away? When?" Yinzuo thought of the help of the old man who laughed and scolded and cursed at the time of Shangwu, and he couldn't help feeling a little sad.

"My master passed away last month. He was 87 years old, and he was considered old. He left a letter before his death, so he asked the prince to take a look." Seeing Yinzuo's expression in sorrow, Qingsong hurriedly comforted him, took out a letter from the clothes close to his arms, held it in both hands, bowed and handed it to Yinzuo.

The envelope is not big, just one foot long and half a foot wide. It is a very ordinary cover. There is no upper or lower on the cover, thin, and it feels light and fluttering in your hand. However, Yinzuo's heart is very heavy, and the answer is about to be revealed. In theory, Yinzuo should be excited in his heart, but he couldn't be happy at all. He held the letter and pondered for a long time before he opened the envelope and looked carefully...
Chapter completed!