MTL - Joy of Life-v7 Chapter 158 Who walks in front of the palace?

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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"Put the arrow!" The rain dripped from the moustache of the palace. The pale banned army commander, the voice trembled and issued an order.

Countless branches of feather arrows are out of the tight bowstring at this moment. Suddenly the speed has risen to the apex. Tears in the air. Shot at the five bamboos standing alone in the middle of the square.

The dense arrow feathers seem to cover the sky. Only today's torrential rain took the lead in stealing this effect, so the arrow feathers that countless branches quickly shot like venting dissatisfaction, smashing all the raindrops in the air between the heavens and the earth, making the entire square above the ground. It became a curtain of water curtain like a god!

Contrasting with this horrible momentum, these arrows feathers pierce the air, and the screams of screaming. These voices represent the powerful military power of the country and represent an irresistible killing.

In such a dense arrow feather attack. No one can survive. Fan can't. Even in the Dadongshan area at that time, the clouds were flowing. The area is just a few hundred arrows, and it is under such terrain. The patriarchal style of the great masters was originally their greatest guarantee.

How to kill a big master? Fan had thought about this problem in the past. It must be placed on the plains, and the arrows will be fired, and then the heavy armored cavalry will be charged in a row, so that they can not escape to the big masters.

The five bamboos standing alone in the rain are very powerful. Those who know at least his name. He would never think that he was weaker than a big master. Obviously, the banned army took over the arrows. It is very suitable for the plan of Fan’s year. At this time, the square is wide, although it is in the rain. There is nothing to stop the line of sight. How does Wuzhu avoid it? Manpower is sometimes poor, and there are people who are enemies. However, the arrow feathers are all in one, but if the strength of the people is combined. How to resist?

Facing the feathers more dense than the rainstorm, can Wuzhu still stand in the center of the square with great strength?

There is no leaf flow in the Wuzhu body method. Wu Zhudi did not have four swords and savage, Wu Zhu could not borrow the rain like a bitter, he just looked up indifferently, across the layer of wet black cloth. Looked at it. The wind is pressing. The black and white arrows rained over the circumference of the body.

The tip of the arrow pierced the raindrops. Came to him.

Nowadays, the world’s strongest light weight should be Fan Xian. With the help of the book of the book, he could plunder more than ten feet on the snow. However, it is him, and at this moment, he is facing the rain of the sky. There is no way to sneak out of the scope of the arrow under the rain cover.

Therefore, the body of Wuzhu has not moved. Did not try to avoid this obvious long-term accumulation, intensive to the extreme arrow rain. Because no one can hide from it - he just brought back the subway in the rain. Before crossing his chest, it was like a door, suddenly shut down, and locked his figure behind the rain and fog.

Hey! The horror sound of the target in countless arrows and arrows seems to be ringing at the same time. The strong arrows have stabbed the bluestone at the foot of Wuzhu and violently bounced. In the air, you can't stand the enormous force of the arrow. The bang was broken, and some of the arrows were directly shot into the narrow gap between the bluestone plates. The feathers creaked.

Just for a moment. Numerous arrows and branches of the five bamboos were slightly thin, and they were shrouded in silence. After countless sounds, the imperial city was silent, and everyone’s eyes narrowed. Shrinking in horror, I can't believe the scene in front of me.

The arrow branches are like weeds that are urged by the spring rain. Senmuran is densely inserted into the ground in the center of the square in front of the palace square. Splashing in the air!

In the middle of the most dense arrow rain, Wu Zhu still stands silently. I don't know when he has been wearing a mantle cap and has reached his hand, with no idea how many arrows are inserted. Looked like a black hair ball, oozing with radiance.

And his right hand still held the iron steadily. Under the right hand, there are countless branches that have been cut off by him.

The square that was wet by the rain was full of arrows, and Wuzhu stood in the arrow of the earth. In addition to the position where his feet stood, the ground was broken after the damage. It seems that there is only one person left in this world. Standing on a clean ground.

The rain suddenly fell down at this moment. It seems that God also began to faintly squat under the arrow of Wan Zhi, still standing on the scorpion. I want to see this scene more clearly. So the thick rain clouds above the palace suddenly broke through a gap, and the sun's rays hit the gap. Shining on the body of Wuzhu, it was a faint light for this clothed scorpion.

The light rain in the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed. Wu Zhu was soaked in the floor clothes and gently slammed and slammed. The top of his left hand did not know how many feathers and hats he had taken, and he finally died, and he broke open in his hands. It's like a fragile lantern.

No one knows what happened, and the Imperial City ban did not understand the miraculous scene. How did it appear in the world, at the moment when Wan Jian was there. Wu Zhu actually moved, but he moved too fast. Even the iron in his hand and the high-speed rotating cap. These two traces have become the afterimage of the rain. No one can see the land at all.

The feet of Wuzhu are like two piles, standing deeply in the earth. His right hand subway brazing is like being alive. Completely calculated the trajectory of each arrow's flight, and with the strong execution ability of the five bamboo limbs, it is incredible to smash every arrow that really **** into the body.

The previous moment. Each time the iron shovel is bound by the five bamboos, it is limited to the extent of its own body, and no one inch is exceeded. He let the screaming arrows stick to his clothes. Wipe your own earlobe. I swept over my thighs. But I don’t even look at these arrows.

The front of the soaked cloth shoes. Filled with feather arrows. Wuzhu did not carry out a block, and this absolute ability to calculate and the confidence that comes with it and the ambition to show it is not human.

Change to any great master. I am afraid that it is impossible to be as calm as Wu Zhu’s previous performance. Because in this world, apart from Wuzhu, no one can calculate so many things in such a short period of time. And between the electric light flint. Can make the most appropriate response.

Millions of arrows are sent together. It is a volley, it is necessary to cover all areas where Wuzhu may be sheltered. So the arrow that really hits the body of the five bamboos. Not so much, however... this world. In addition to Wuzhu, who can be in such a critical moment. Still making such judgments so calmly?

Not much for the sake of Wuzhu, so is the iron in his hand. It is also impossible to be in the blink of an eye. The intensive feather arrows will be completely fallen. So his left hand also moved, and directly removed the skull cap worn on the top of his head. Start spinning quickly in the rain. Rolling up countless rain arcs, shaking away countless arrows...

The skull cap is broken. It was broken like a lantern, and a bang was scattered on the wetland, and countless broken arrows were shaken.

Wu Zhu had some difficulties and straightened the five fingers of his left hand. He looked at the few feather arrows that penetrated his arm. The face without a trace of expression suddenly had a very real emotion.

Some pain, Wu Zhu thought in my heart. Then spread that root deep into the bone. Even the feather arrow that came out of the ground was pulled out from his left arm, and the arrow sticked to his small arm and flesh. at this moment. It seems to cover up the sound of the rain.

The imperial city was quiet, and the clear light passed through the cracks of the sky of Kyoto. It shone on the thin body of Wuzhu. He slowly and unconsciously pulled out the arrow in his body. Then wipe the liquid flowing out of the wound and lift it again.

When this step falls. Full of broken sounds of arrows. Because Wuzhu is walking in front of the arrow, walking toward the palace.

The morale of the banned army has fallen to the extreme at this moment. It is even lower than when it was shocked a year ago, because the fear of the unknown is terrible. But it is definitely worse than watching a monster look even more terrible. They don't know who is under the palace and who is still strong in the rain. It is only subconscious that the other party must not be human. I am afraid what a monster!

Or... gods?

With the strict discipline of the Qing army. Even if faced with a great master who is rumored by all people, perhaps they will not stop at all, but will use the rainstorm-like arrows to kill the enemies of the country, but today they really feel the fear. Because the strong man not only shows the incomparably powerful power. More critical is. They were shocked by the indifference shown by the strong man.

Therefore, when the five bamboos are densely packed, there are piles of broken arrows that are like grass in spring. It’s time to walk to the front of the palace gate. The second wave of arrows still has not fallen.

A pale face of the palace looked at the scorpion closer and closer. Suddenly I felt a bit of pain in my mouth. The five people have been too close to the Imperial City. Even if they use the arrow to attack, I am afraid that the effect is not as good as before. Is it true that the mission will be handed over to me?

Qing Emperor's life. Only fear of two things, one is the black box. Another one is the old fifth who walked firmly today, and the emperor’s majesty was in the 20th year after the **** case in Taiping’s hospital. More than once I want to remove Wuzhu from the world. However... in the end he still failed, just to deal with the revenge of Wuzhu. His Majesty the Emperor naturally has his own plan.

Fan Xiu came back from the temple, and the natural Wuzhu came back. Qingdi never expected that God could give himself a surprise. His preparations for Wuzhu are actually not many. Because the world can make a way to the streets. Not much. What's more, nowadays, there is only one ageing and tiredness in the country, and the master Ye Yunyun has already drifted away...

In the view of Qing Emperor, the only way to clear Wuzhu is the wall of the palace. Numerous bans were blocked, and there was a fire in the sky.

Because a few years ago in the desert after the Qing Temple, Qing Emperor once saw the messenger of the temple. In the fire, it gradually became a strange thing. I have also heard the sound of those squeaks - the palace code. This is the executor who specifically implements the Qing Emperor's plan to clear the Wuzhu. For this reason, the banned army prepared rockets and corresponding facilities in these days.

However, it seems that God is celebrating this fall for twelve years. Really abandoned it to choose the real life of the world. When Wuzhu came out of the palace because of inexplicable and deep emotions. The sky suddenly dropped a torrential rain that was rare in Kyoto in the late autumn.

Heavy rains, heavy blows to the preparation of the palace. It seems that I also want to clean the past of the Nanqing court and bury it for a powerful king.

Gong Dian took a deep breath and looked more and more close to the five bamboo. I stopped the life of the arrow and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Prepare the fire!"

If you want to cover the imperial city under the five bamboo cages in the sea of ​​fire. When the Kyoto rebellion four years ago, Fan Xian was undoubtedly the most powerful by the gunpowder poisoning program set up by the supervision institute. However, as early as four years ago, Fan Xian had already hidden a large number of gunpowder in the supervision of the hospital in the small building. under. The most critical thing is... this rain. This is **** rain, so the palace can only hope for the fire oil. Can kill the five people under the imperial city.

The smoldering oil poured down, but it could not be poured on the bamboo floor. The Wuzhu walking place seems to be slow and stable, but it is like an antelope flying on a cliff. Walked to the front of the palace gate. The rain is getting smaller. The banned army on the Imperial City finally ignited more than a dozen rockets, all shot down. When the flames touched the fire oil mixed with water in the imperial city, they suddenly burned fiercely. The fire is like a rainstorm rising from the ground. The fire and rain slammed into the huge flames. To engulf the lonely figure of Wuzhu!

It is at this moment. Wuzhu flew up. More precisely, he is gone. It is completely beyond the imagination of all human beings. The subway in his hand is prepared to stab the palace about two feet high and a gap. The body is like an arrow that pops up by the bowstring and accelerates rapidly. It turned into a shadow of indifference, on the smooth and straight wall of the Imperial City. The feet are constantly staggered, so they are running towards the wall!

No one can describe this scene. Wuzhu is on the road. On the wall of the Imperial City. Running against the sky in the rain!

When the five bamboos are wearing the feet of the shoes. When it fell steadily on the head of the Imperial City, Gong Dian knew that the general trend had gone, except for the Emperor's Majesty. No one can stop Wuzhu from entering the palace.

A corner of the square under the autumn rain suddenly heard a thunderous horseshoe. There are not many cavalry. However, it was particularly murderous, and the Privy Council was making the first person to celebrate the party. Ye Shuai handsome, finally rushed over from the Privy Council.

The face of the leaf was shocked and iron blue, and the rain made him spend his hair on the black face. Looking very embarrassed, he looked far away from the lonely back of the city, jumped from the horse, and ran in the direction of the imperial city in the rain. It almost fell awkwardly. He screamed: "Five people. Don't mess!"

"I know that the temple has been ruined... but I think that since the old fifth is a native of the temple, there is always a way for the temple to leave him there. Who knows that he can really return to the world. Why?"

"Why is this thief God, is it going to rain like this today? Why is this?"

"Hey, he cares about the world. He controls the miles of the mountains. Unexpectedly, today, he was forced to drive by a husband. Who can tell you, why is this?"

"What is wrong with God? If you give it some time. No, if the day is not hurt under the box, why are you afraid of the fifth?"

"But even if the old five is coming, what about it?"

From time to time, I heard the eclipse of the eclipse, but I still looked calmly under the emperor's knees, and suddenly there was a sneer in the corner of her lips, slowly rising from the dragon chair. Raise your hands smoothly. Let Yao Taijian, who is next to him, carefully check the robes on his body for wrinkles.

There are many kinds of robes, and today Qingdi is very close to the ground robes, and he must be shot later. Will not cause any impact. just. It’s just... Why do the emperor’s wrinkles in his eyes look so tired? What a faint sorrow?

Standing in the quiet and empty Taiji Temple, Qing Emperor took the hand behind, silent for a long time, his hair was combed very neatly. Use a light yellow ribbon to tie your brain casually. It looks extraordinarily chic.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes. There is no faint self-deprecating color in the eyes of the previous self-question, and there is only a calm and strong confidence.

The emperor's calm and indifferent gaze followed the open gate of the Taiji Temple and crossed the square in front of the temple. I have been looking at the main entrance to the imperial city. He knew that the old five would come from there. Because he knows the character of the fifth. That life. It will only take the most direct road.

"Is there a fanlessness?" He squinted his eyes and gently turned a jade finger between his fingers. Asked very casually.

“Not yet.” Yao’s **** said with respect to him: “Miss Fan Jia disappeared last night.”

The emperor closed his eyes. After a moment of contemplation, he said: "He still seems to underestimate a lot of people, such as this gimmick."

Yao **** did not dare to take the call at this time. It just feels weird in my heart. When the palace knew the exact news of Fan’s admission to Beijing. His Majesty Miss Fan Jia was invited to the palace the first time last night. Obviously, His Majesty has taken the lifeline of Fan Leisure. However, who knows... Miss Fan Jia suddenly disappeared in the palace last night.

If Miss Fan is a hidden master. Then why would you be invited to the palace by the inner court. Instead of fleeing outside the palace?

The imperial city is banned on the ground. Still using his flesh and blood and life, stubbornly blocked the entry of the five bamboos, all the way to blood. But there is no one banned army to take a step back! It is that Si Gujian also needs time to kill the ants with wooden sticks under the big green trees. Moreover, the current killing of the land is a person, and the five bamboos are still quietly killed, but in front of the people Never been less. I don't know how long it will kill.

"There is still half an hour." His Majesty the Emperor always seems to be able to accurately grasp the development of everything in the world. He walked out of the Tai Chi Temple slowly, standing under the promenade, looking at the increasingly thin rain outside the gallery. It seems thoughtful.

In the palace, the eunuch's palace lady, who was nervously retreating in a far place. The emperor’s side is only one of the Yao eunuchs. It seems so lonely.

The emperor’s brow suddenly wrinkled and coughed a few times. He took the white silk from the hands of Yao’s **** and wiped the lips. Indifference said: "If Anzhi does not shoot again, this thing is interesting."

The atmosphere in the palace is extremely intense and serious. Nothing is lively and lively. Nature is quite boring. At this time, Fan Xian, in the end of the Taiji Temple promenade, several eunuchs in an unusually heavy and complex look at the middle-aged man in the distance, or now should be said ... old man.

Yesterday, just after the night, under the cover of dark night. Fan Xian came to the palace alone, this time he did not try to be like that after the temple poetry. Learn to gecko climb into the palace. Because nowadays Kyoto, because the north is in full swing. More because of his return. The defense force was mentioned at an extremely terrifying level. I want to go beyond the wall. It has become an impossible task.

So Fan used the deepest piece of the piece he buried in this world. This piece is in addition to him. Only Wang Qienian knows. Deng Ziyue has only faintly understood some, that is Hongzhu.

Now Hong Hong has returned to the royal study. Regained favor. With the help of the darkness of the red man in the palace, Fan Xian seems to be relaxed, but in fact it is extremely dangerous to sneak into the palace through the direction of the 浣衣坊.

Fan Xian did not think if Hong Zhu would sell himself. What will happen to that, his second life has already reached this step. What else can't you lose?

After diving into the palace. Fan Xian knew that the sister was once again taken into the palace, and he immediately understood the idea of ​​his majesty. It seems that today you are dead and alive. The man sitting on the dragon chair finally tore off all the false masks. Be prepared to threaten yourself directly with your life.

This is different from if you were a hostage. Because the Emperor of the time had enough confidence in himself, he could still retain the face of the Holy King. Fan Xian is not worried that he will really threaten himself with his sister’s life and death.

Now that the emperor is old, the wounds are not good at all. I am afraid that he also smells the smell of death.

Fan leisurely eyes. Carefully lower your head. After the few ladies, they watched the emperor Laozi at the entrance of the Taiji Temple through the gaps in their clothes. The mood was complicated.

He also knew the change of the imperial city, and guessed that Wuzhu Shudi arrived, but he could not understand why. Wu Zhushu really woke up? But in any case, Fan Xian is very clear about the strength of these peerless strongmen and the strong fighting power of the Qing army. Even if Wu Zhu is extremely aggressive and breaks through the defense of the ban, he is afraid to come to the Taiji Temple. Time. It must also be injured.

And in the face of a good embarrassment, the emperor Laozi, who is waiting for the land, can Wuji Shu have some chance of winning?

Fan’s eyes were even worse, and the emperor’s armpits coughed twice. Then the whitehead that wiped the mouth was put into the sleeve.

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