Chapter 158: Who will bow down when walking in front of the palace?

"Shoot the arrow!" The rain dripped from Gong Dian's smothering beard. The pale-faced leader of the imperial guard issued an order in his voice.

At this moment, countless feathered arrows broke away from the tight bowstrings, and suddenly their speed increased to the peak, tearing the rain in the air, and shooting towards the Wuzhu standing alone in the middle of the square.

The dense arrow feathers seemed to cover the sky and the sun, but today's heavy rain took the lead in robbing this effect, so countless arrow feathers shot out quickly seemed to vent their dissatisfaction, crushing all the raindrops in the air between the sky and the earth, turning the sky above the entire square into a water curtain like a god-like realm!

Contrast with this terrifying momentum, these arrow feathers pierced the air and the gloomy howling sounds. These sounds represent the powerful military power of the Qing Kingdom and the irresistible murderous intent.

No one could survive such a dense attack of arrow feathers. Fan Xian could not. Even Ye Liuyun, who was in Dadong Mountain, had only hundreds of crossbow arrows. In such a terrain, the master's erratic body movements were originally their greatest guarantee.

How to kill a grandmaster? Fan Xian once thought deeply about this issue. It must be placed on the plain, shot thousands of arrows at the same time, and then charged with heavy armored cavalry in a series of charges so that the grandmaster can escape.

Wuzhu, standing alone in the rain, was very powerful. At least those who knew his name would never think that he was weaker than a great master. Obviously, the imperial guards pulled down their troops and shot arrows, which was very suitable for Fan Xian's plan back then. At this time, the square was wide, and although it was in the rain, there was no way to block the view. How could Wuzhu avoid it? After all, human power was sometimes poor, and he could fight against ten thousand people. However, the arrow feathers were all fired, but if the power of ten thousand people was combined, how could he resist it?

Facing feather arrows that are denser than heavy rain, can Wuzhu stand in the center of the square with great force?

Wuzhu's body skills were not as fast as Ye Liuyun, and Wuzhu's attack was not as fierce as Sigujian. Wuzhu could not escape with the rain like Kuhe. He just raised his head coldly, and looked at the rushing rain of black arrows that was coming through the wet black cloth, and the strong wind pushed his face, covering dozens of feet of his body.

The spike of the arrow pierced the raindrops and came to him.

In the world today, Fan Xian should be the strongest light-body skill. With the help of Ku He who left the book of Dharma, he could sweep more than ten feet on the snow. However, even he was facing this rain of arrows that was pouring into the sky, and there was no way to sweep out of the range under the rain of arrows.

So Wu Zhu's body did not move, and did not try to avoid this rain of arrows that had obviously been accumulating for a long time, because no one could escape - he just took back the iron drill in the rain beside him. It was crossed in front of his chest, like a door, suddenly closed, locking his figure behind the rain and fog.

Aoop! Countless arrowheads pierced the target's terrifying sound, as if it sounded at this moment. Some of the powerful arrowheads pierced the bluestone slabs under Wuzhu's feet and bounced violently. In the air, they could not resist the huge force under the arrowheads and broke with a crisp sound. Some arrowheads shot directly into the narrow gap between the bluestone slabs, and the arrow feathers buzzed.

In just a moment, countless arrow branches enveloped Wuzhu's slightly thin body. After countless heart-wrenching sounds, the imperial city was silent, and everyone's pupils gradually shrank, shrinking in horror. He looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

The arrow branches are like weeds urging by spring rain. They are densely inserted into the ground within a radius of dozens of feet in the center of the square in front of the palace, splashing in the air!

In the middle of the densest rain of arrows, Wuzhu was still standing silently. At some point, the hat he had been wearing had already reached his hands, with countless arrows interspersed on it, looking like a black ball of hair, seeping with a cold light.

And his right hand was still holding the iron rod steadily, and under his right hand were countless arrow feathers that had been cut off by him.

The square was wet with rain and was covered with arrow branches. Wuzhu stood among the broken arrows. Except for the position where his feet stood, the murderous intent was broken. He seemed to be the only one left in the world, standing on the clean ground.

The rain suddenly became smaller at this moment, and it seemed that God began to vaguely fear the blind man who was still standing stubbornly under the thousands of feather arrows, trying to see this scene more clearly. So the thick rain cloud above the palace was suddenly torn a gap, and the sun's light hit the gap and shone on Wuzhu's body, faintly reflecting a clear light for the blind man in a civilian clothes.

The Mid-Autumn Festival breeze blew by, and Wuzhu's soaked clothes gently blew. With a rustling sound, the hat on his left hand that had received countless feather arrows finally died, and it broke into his hands, like a fragile lantern.

No one knew what was going on. The Imperial City Imperial Guard did not understand how this miraculous scene appeared in the world. The moment Wan Jian arrived, Wu Zhu actually moved, but he moved too fast, so that the iron chisel and the high-speed rotating hat in his hand, both traces turned into afterimages in the rain, and no one could see them.

Wu Zhu's feet were like two stakes, standing deeply in the earth. The iron rod in his right hand was like life, completely calculating the flight trajectory of each arrow branch. With the powerful execution ability of Wu Zhu's limbs, he incredibly cut down every arrow that really stabbed his body.

At that moment, every time the iron chisel stabbed the horizontal block was strongly limited by Wuzhu, no inch beyond his body. He allowed the whistling arrow branches to wipe his clothes, his earlobes, and his thighs to fly past, but he didn't even look at these arrow branches.

The pair of wet cloth shoes were filled with feather arrows. Wuzhu did not block it once. This absolute computing power, the confidence that followed, and the strong will it show are not something that can be found in the world.

If it were any great master, I am afraid that it would not be as calm as Wu Zhu had previously acted, because no one in this world can calculate so many things in such a short time and make the most suitable response in a flash.

Ten thousand arrows were fired at once, but they were volleys. It was necessary to cover all the ranges that Wu Zhu could avoid, so there were not so many arrow branches that were shot towards Wu Zhu's body. However... in this world, except Wu Zhu, who can make such a judgment so calmly at such a critical moment?

Not many of them are for Wu Zhu. Even so, the iron chisel in his hand could not cut down all the dense feather arrows that were coming to his face in an instant. So his left hand also moved, and directly took off the hat on his head, began to rotate quickly in the rain, rolling up countless rain arcs, and shook countless arrows away...

The hat was broken, like a lantern, and a scattered on the wet ground with a loud bang, shaking countless remaining arrows.

Wu Zhu stretched out the five fingers of her left hand with some difficulty, and looked at the feathered arrows that penetrated her arm. However, there was a very real emotion on her face without any expression.

There was a little pain, Wu Zhu thought in her heart, and then penetrated the roots deep into the bones. Even the feather arrows that penetrated out were pulled out from his left forearm. The sound of the arrow branches rubbing against his forearm seemed to cover up the sound of the diminishing rain.

The imperial city was silent, and the clear light penetrated from the cracks that broke through the sky in the Kyoto sky, shining on Wuzhu's thin body. He slowly and without any sense of consciousness, then wiped the liquid flowing out of the wound. He stepped again.

When this step fell, there was the sound of arrows shattering, because Wuzhu was walking on the pile of arrows in front of him and walking towards the palace.

The morale of the imperial guards fell to the extreme at this moment, even lower than the shocking sound a year ago. Because although the unknown fear is terrible, it is definitely not as terrifying as watching a monster. They don’t know who the strong man standing in the rain of arrows is under the palace, but they subconsciously think that the other party must be not a human being, but they are afraid of a monster!

Or... a god?

With the strict discipline of the Qing army, even if they faced a great master who was praised by all people, they might not have any pause, but would attack the enemy of Qing Kingdom with successive rain-like arrows. However, today they really felt fear, because the strong man not only showed his extremely powerful power, but more importantly, they were shocked by the indifference displayed by the strong man.

So when the five bamboos were densely packed with arrows like spring grass, and were about to walk to the front of the palace gate, the second wave of arrow rain still did not fall.

Gong Dian, with a pale face, stared at the blind man getting closer and closer, and suddenly felt a little bitter in his mouth. The five great men were already too close to the imperial city. Even if they attacked them with arrow branches, they were afraid that the effect would not be as effective as before. Could it be that the mission assigned to him by His Majesty will never be completed?

Emperor Qing was afraid of two things in his life, one was the black box, and the other was the fifth old man who was walking steadily today. His Majesty the Emperor wanted to remove Wuzhu from this world more than once in the more than 20 years after the bloody incident in the Taiping Villa, but... in the end he failed. Just to deal with Wuzhu's revenge, His Majesty the Emperor naturally had his own set of plans.

Fan Xian came back from the temple, and naturally Wuzhu also came back. Emperor Qing never expected God to surprise him. He actually didn't prepare much for Wuzhu, because there were not many ways to check and balance Wuzhu in the world, not to mention that there are only one emperor in Qing Kingdom who is getting older and tired and sad. Master Ye Liuyun has already drifted away...

In Emperor Qing's view, the only way to remove Wuzhu is the city wall of the palace, the blockade of countless imperial guards, and the fires everywhere.

Because a few years ago in the deserted field behind Qing Temple, Emperor Qing had seen the temple envoy with his own eyes, gradually melting into strange things in the fire, and also heard those crackling sounds with his own ears, Gongdian, who was the executor of the Qing Emperor's plan to clear the Five Bamboos. For this reason, the imperial guards prepared rockets and corresponding facilities these days.

However, God seemed to have abandoned it in this autumn of the 12th year of Qingli. When Wuzhu came outside the palace because of inexplicable and deep emotions, the sky suddenly fell into the heavy rain that was rare in the late autumn of Kyoto in a century.

The heavy rain like a sky-splashing hit the palace divine preparations, as if it was also intended to use this to clean up the past of the Nanqing court and to funeral a powerful king.

Gong Dian took a deep breath, looked at Wu Zhu who was getting closer and closer, stopped shooting arrows and ordered the commander, and shouted coldly in a hoarse voice: "Prepare the tinea oil!"

If you want to cover the five bamboos under the imperial city in the sea of ​​fire, four years ago when Kyoto rebelled, Fan Xian was undoubtedly the most powerful through the gunpowder-explosion scheme set up by the Supervision Office. However, as early as four years ago, Fan Xian had already hidden a large amount of gunpowder in the Supervision Office under the small building. The most important thing is... the rain all over the sky, this damn rain, so Gong Dian could only hope to kill the five great people under the imperial city.

The turmeric oil was poured down, but it could not be poured on Wuzhu at all. Wuzhu seemed to be walking slowly and steadily. However, it was like an antelope flying on a cliff, walking to the palace gate.

The rain gradually became smaller, and the imperial guards on the imperial city finally ignited more than a dozen rockets and shot them all. The flames touched the tinder oil under the imperial city and mixed with the water. They immediately burned violently. The flames were like heavy rain rising from the ground. The fire rain suddenly poked out a huge flame. They wanted to swallow Wu Zhu's lonely figure!

At this moment, Wu Zhu flew up, and to be more precise, he walked up, completely beyond all human imagination. The iron chisel in his hand was ready to stab a gap about two meters high in the palace. His body accelerated rapidly like an arrow popped up by a bowstring. It turned into a cold shadow, and his feet kept intertwining on the smooth and straight imperial wall, and ran towards the city wall!

No one can describe this scene. Wuzhu was running on the road, on the wall of the imperial city, facing the rainy sky!

When Wuzhu's feet wearing cloth shoes fell steadily on the head of the imperial city, Gong Dian knew that the situation was hopeless. No one in this world can stop Wuzhu from entering the palace except His Majesty the Emperor.

A sound of horse hooves suddenly came from a corner of the square under the autumn rain. The number of cavalry was not large, but it was particularly fierce. The Privy Councillor, now the first in the Qing State military, finally rushed over from the Privy Council.

Ye Chong's face was shocked and ashen. The rain made his gray hair stick to his slightly dark face, looking extremely embarrassed. He looked at the back of the lonely blind man on the top of the city from afar, jumped off his horse, and ran wildly in the rain towards the direction of the imperial city, but almost staggered and shouted shrillly: "Five great men, don't do anything random!"

"I know the temple is ruined... But I think since Lao Wu is a member of the temple, the temple always has a way to keep him there. Who knows that he can really return to the world? Why is that?"

"Why is this thief, God, going to rain so heavily today? Why is that?"

"I have the world in my heart and control the country. Unexpectedly, I was forced to the front of my husband today. Who can tell me why?"

"How unfair God is. If I give me some time, no, if I was not injured under that box that day, why should I be afraid that the fifth brother will come here?"

"But even if the fifth brother comes? So what?"

From time to time, the Emperor, who had heard urgent reports outside the palace, had a calm face, suddenly had a sneer on the corner of his lips. He slowly stood up from the dragon chaise, raised his hands smoothly, and let the eunuch Yao beside him carefully check that the dragon robe on his body had wrinkles.

There are many types of dragon robes. Today, the dragon robes worn by Emperor Qing are extremely close to his body. I believe that they will not have any impact on his later actions. But, just... Why do the wrinkles on the corners of His Majesty the Emperor's eyes look so tired? So faintly sad?

Standing in the quiet and empty Tai Chi Hall, Emperor Qing held his hands behind his back. After a long time of silence, his hair was combed very neatly, and he tied it casually behind his head with a light yellow ribbon, which looked particularly chic.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, and there was no longer the faint self-deprecating look of the previous self-question, but only a calm and strong confidence.

His Majesty the Emperor's calm and cold eyes followed the open door of the Taiji Hall, passed through the square in front of the hall, and kept looking at the main gate of the imperial city. He knew that Lao Wu would come from there after a while, because he knew Lao Wu's personality, and that guy would only follow this most direct path in his life.

"Have you found Fan Xian?" His eyes drooped slightly, and he gently turned a jade ring between his fingers and asked casually.

"Not yet." Eunuch Yao replied respectfully, "Miss Fan's family disappeared last night."

The emperor closed his eyes, pondered for a moment and said, "I still underestimated many people, such as Ruoruo."

Eunuch Yao did not dare to respond at this time. But he felt extremely strange in his heart. When the palace learned the accurate news about Fan Xian's entry into the capital, His Majesty invited Miss Fan into the palace as soon as possible last night. It was obvious that His Majesty had pinched Fan Xian's lifeline, but who knew... Miss Fan suddenly disappeared in the palace last night.

If Miss Fan was a hidden master, why was she invited into the palace by the inner court instead of running away outside the palace?

Tens of thousands of imperial guards were in the imperial city. They were still using their flesh and blood and life to stubbornly block Wuzhu's entry, and they were full of blood all the way, but no imperial guard took a step back! Even Sigujian used wooden sticks to kill ants under the big green tree, not to mention that the person who was killing is now. Wuzhu was still killing calmly, but there were never fewer people in front of him, and I don't know how long it would take to kill.

"There is half an hour." His Majesty the Emperor seemed to be able to accurately grasp the development of all things in the world. He slowly walked out of the Tai Chi Hall. Standing under the corridor, he seemed to have thoughts as he looked at the increasingly sparse raindrops outside the corridor.

The eunuchs and maids in the palace retreated in the distance with nervous expressions. The emperor was only Eunuch Yao, who was by his side, seemed so lonely.

The emperor's brow suddenly frowned, coughed a few times, took the white silk from Eunuch Yao's hand and wiped the corners of his lips. He said coldly: "If An Zhi doesn't take action again, this matter will be interesting."

The atmosphere in the palace was extremely tense and serious, without any vividness, so it was naturally quite boring. At this time, Fan Xian was among the eunuchs at the end of the corridor of Tai Chi Hall, looking at the middle-aged man in a distant state with a heavy and complicated mood, or now it should be said that he was... the old man.

Just after midnight yesterday, under the cover of dark night, Fan Xian came to the palace alone. This time he did not try to crawl into the palace like he did after the poetry meeting in front of the palace that year. Because of today's Kyoto, the war in the north is in full swing. And because of his return, the defense force was raised to an extremely terrifying level, and it has become an impossible task to cross the wall.

So Fan Xian used the chess piece he buried deepest in the world. Apart from him, only Wang Qinian knew about this piece, and Deng Ziyue had only vaguely understood it, that was Hong Zhu.

Now Hong Zhu has returned to the imperial study room and is favored again. With the help of this hero in the palace, Fan Xian seemed relaxed, but in fact he sneaked into the palace through the direction of the Huanyifang in an extremely dangerous manner.

Fan Xian never thought about what the consequences would be if Hong Zhu sold him. His second life had reached this point, so what else would he dare not lose?

After sneaking into the palace, Fan Xian learned that his sister had been taken to the palace again. He immediately understood His Majesty's thoughts. It seemed that at this moment today, the man sitting on the dragon throne finally tore off all the hypocritical masks and was about to threaten himself with Ruoruo's life.

This is different from Ruruo's hostage at the time. Because the Emperor at that time had enough confidence in him, he could still retain the appearance of the Saint King. Fan Xian was not worried that he would really threaten him with his sister's life and death.

Now the emperor is old and his lingering injuries have not healed at all. I am afraid he can also smell the scent of death.

Fan Xian clenched his eyes and lowered his head carefully. Behind the palace maids, he looked at the emperor at the main entrance of the Tai Chi Hall through the gaps in their clothes. He felt a little complicated for a moment.

He also knew the abnormal movements in the imperial city and guessed the arrival of Uncle Wu Zhu. However, he could not understand that Uncle Wu Zhu was really awake? But no matter what, Fan Xian knew very well the strength of these peerless powerful men and the powerful combat power of the Qing army. Even if Wu Zhu broke through the defense of the imperial guards extremely strongly, he was afraid that he would be injured when he came to Tai Chi Hall.

And facing the emperor who is so leisurely and safe, how likely can Uncle Wu Zhu have to win?
Chapter completed!