Chapter 162 – Like a waterfall into the sea, like a mountain facing the sun

On the shores of the great sea, above the eastern mountains, the seventh year of the Qing calendar, I don’t know how many hurricanes it was, just stopped silently. This hurricane in the coming period of time, will give already some small drought signs of the vast land of the Qing country to bring rare rain, and extremely gentle did not cause too much disaster.

And at this time the old eaves of the ancient temple on the hilltop, after being struck by this storm, had already turned into a field of debris, full of rubble, mud and stones flying about, looking miserable. The rainwater first carried out a wash, and then quickly flowed down the mountain, in the jade-like wall, forming a section of white waterfalls.

There was an occasional hint of a very faint blood-red color in the waterfall, and the mountaintop was conversely gradually clean, not even a trace of blood smell remained – was such a scene caused by Heaven’s Might, or was it caused by the patriarchs’ shocking battle?

In fact, it was the heavenly might. The dome of the sky at the top of Da Dong Mountain had gradually revealed its true colors, those thick dark clouds were being blown by the strong winds, and with a speed that could be observed by the naked eye, they quickly traveled towards the west over the inland, and a bright and clear celestial light descended again on the top of the mountain, and descended on that person who was the strongest in the world at the cliff side.

He was the most powerful one in the world, bar none.

No one dared to call him by his name, because he was His Majesty, the Emperor of the Qing Kingdom, the number one strongest country in the world, he was the generation of famous generals who had led the armies, three times in the Northern Expedition, and had broken the Great Wei Dynasty apart, completely changing the shape of the world’s territory map, and he was the conspirator who had utilized the emperor’s mind to the most thorough extent, and was the most capable of patience and resilience.

These three identities alone were enough to call him the number one person in the world, not to mention the fact that today’s Da Dong Mountain siege situation had revealed his last identity by the end of the day.

The most mysterious one of the four great masters in the world, the old monster who was rumored to have been witheringly guarding the Qing Palace without coming out, the great master who had entered Kyoto that year with a single sword of the Four Gu Swords, only to be forced back by the overbearing power released from the Imperial Palace, thus confirming his existence in a sideways manner.

It is His Majesty the Emperor of the Kingdom of Qing.

This is the emperor’s last card. Fan Xian once wondered what kind of foundation his majesty’s strong confidence and naturally flowing demeanor was based on. Many people were guessing the Emperor’s card, Fan Xian guessed the Ye family at the last moment, but he could never guess that the word “Grandmaster” was written on this turned over card.

Hong Si Itch is just a front, a flagpole sticking out from the back of the palace, waving gently in the dark wind of the night, attracting the eyes of all wise men. There is no doubt that this old eunuch is also a strong man of the world, or else on the Hanging Temple would not have been able to single-handedly slap that Hu assassin to death, just a monstrous remnant of people, ultimately difficult to achieve the peak of the heavenly way.

In order to kill the bitter lotus and the four Gu sword, this drama, Qing emperor and Hong Gong Gong painstakingly, carefully and cautiously, a full twenty years!

At this time, Eunuch Hong has honorably completed the mission of twenty years, turned into a sky full of blood mist, washed by torrential rain, washed by the breeze, into the white waterfall fell into the East China Sea, into the forest moist air, and moist earth. His life essence of flesh and blood, are transformed into the beautiful rivers and mountains of Qing, can no longer be separated.

Looking at the middle-aged man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, the people who survived the scene were in endless shock, everyone’s voice seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand, unable to send out a single sound.

Without a doubt, the truth that unfolded on the summit of Great Eastern Mountain today was the most thrilling and stirring news to the world since the sudden death of that Miss Ye twenty years ago.

The buzzing bells coming from the ruins of the ancient temple gradually faded and subsided.

Next to the roots of a large tree that had been shattered into countless scraps of bark, the Northern Qi State Master Bitter Lotus, whose hemp clothes were in shreds, had a clear gaze in his eyes as he quietly looked at the Emperor of Qing at the edge of the cliff. The violent and overbearing true qi in his body had finally calmed down with the cessation of the bell, however, he knew clearly that his five viscera, six bowels, and thirteen rings of meridians had already been invaded by this true qi into a chaos.

Even the temple could not save himself.

Understanding the reality, he immediately accepted it, the dignity and state of mind of being a Great Master caused Master Bitter Lotus’ face to be very calm. He looked at Emperor Qing and sighed softly, his two eyes already seeing this matter through. All of them had been defeated, defeated by the other party’s twenty years of stoic camouflage.

This was an extremely terrifying and honorable opponent. To be able to hold back for so long without letting anyone catch wind of it, this was even more admirable to Bitter Lotus than the shocking truth that Emperor Qing himself was a Grandmaster.

At this moment, Bitter Lotus couldn’t help but recall the several conversations he had with the Empress Dowager and the Emperor before leaving Shangjing. At that time, his own grandson had some ominous signs, yet Bitter Lotus still drifted here because he and the Four Gu Swords had made sufficient preparations.

But these two great masters just did not anticipate that the emperor s …… strike!

“Organs counted, and in turn missed the life of the Secretary ……” Bitter Lotus sighed softly, a smile of knowing the fate of heaven floated on his face, and could not help but softly spit out a sentence that the child Fan Xian had written down in his book. If in terms of toughness and patience, among the thousands of people in this world, there is not a single person whose heart can be stronger than Emperor Qing’s. Defeated to such an opponent, although he felt the slightest bit of worry on behalf of his homeland Qi, Master Bitter Lotus had no remorse whatsoever.

Just at the moment when the emperor struck, the palm of his hand gripped the brazier tightly, and immediately put it down, such as the one who is three times of the five bamboo, finally completely loosened the brazier, and will be two hands behind his back, the black cloth on his face to meet the wind and rain of the east mountain fluttering. During the patriarchal battle, all the people on the mountaintop knelt down and showed their awe with the trembling of their bodies, only he stood indifferently and even a little mute, coldly observing all this with cold eyes.

Bitter Lotus sitting in a tree, Siguru Sword ringing in the bell, Five Bamboo slightly sideways head, always have little expression on the face, the corner of the lips still can’t stop more than a hint of tugging.

The fact that the Emperor was a Great Master would surely bring shock to the entire world, yet Five Bamboo still only inclined his head, looking at the Emperor quietly through the layer of black cloth, as if looking at a very odd thing, and did not look at him as if he were the sun in the sky.

In this instant, Five Bamboo seemed to remember something, but seemed to forget it immediately. His brows furrowed in an extremely rare frown, remembering something that Chen Pingping had once said. After the assassination at the Hanging Temple, Chen Pingping had once laughed and said that she was prepared to show Five Bamboos a play, but as a result, she did not see it.

What kind of play? The play where the Emperor transformed into a Grand Master? It seemed that the secret that the whole world didn’t know was finally guessed a bit by the Emperor’s closest old cripple. But why did he let Five Bamboo see this play?

Five Bamboo began to think. He had a lot of things he wanted to ask the emperor, but for a moment he didn’t know where to start, a thousand heads, always unable to draw that one. And at this time the great east mountain, did not really calm, bitter lotus and four gu sword although suffered serious injury, but after all, they did not die, to the emperor’s temperament, since the light of his last card, naturally will not leave any omission.

Therefore, Five Bamboo interrupted his thinking and took a gentle step forward.

This step of his caused all the people in the arena to feel a hint of fear and panic. Although no one knew who this mysterious figure dressed in black was, the attitude of the previous several Grand Masters had already shown that he was also a Zong level division’s supreme expert, and in this moment’s situation, if he were to storm out, it was only feared that the four Great Masters, including the Emperor, would all fall in a pool of blood.

However, Five Bamboo did not make a move, he just quietly looked at the Emperor.

What really moved was the yellow cloth that covered the Four Guards Sword at the end of the ruins, deep inside the ancient temple. That yellow cloth suddenly moved, as if someone was trying to stand up under it!

Having broken an arm, and having suffered from the collapse of Wang Dao’s body with a single punch, could it be that the Four Gu Swords could still stand up? Could it be that the body of a great master had truly exceeded the realm of mortals!

The Emperor’s eyes narrowed as he looked over to that spot. Everyone looked towards that spot along with His Majesty’s gaze, Bitter Lotus was no exception, yet this State Master only smiled faintly.

The yellow cloth was torn open with great force, and a young man covered in blood came out from underneath the cloth, coughing as he tore the yellow cloth into strips. His face was resolute and composed, although covered in blood, he did not have a trace of panic, although he kept coughing, he did not interrupt the movements of his hands.

So many pairs of eyes were looking at him from the top of Da Dong Mountain, especially when there were also powerful figures far beyond the earthly mortal realm staring at him, but it was as if he couldn’t feel it at all, and just kept his head down to move. He was not the Four Gu Swords, he was the Four Gu Swords’ closed disciple, Wang XIII Lang.

Thirteen Lang determined one thing and would do it, without ever caring about what others would think or how others would stop it. That was why he was a disciple of the Sword Lodge, but he was ordered by Fan Xian to fight the rebels at the mountain gate. He was sent flying dozens of feet with one hand by Ye Liuyun, yet he still fought his way to the top of the mountain.

He was ready to continue with his mission, yet he saw his mentor get his right arm chopped off and knocked to the ground.

So he stepped forward, tore open the yellow cloth, carried his master on his back after his broken arm and serious injury, tied it tightly to his body with those cloth strips, snapped his right hand to cut off a thin beam that had fallen to the ground, gripped it in his hand, and stepped out of the doorway of the ancient temple to face everyone on the mountaintop.

Si Gu Jian was crouched over his apprentice’s body, his chest and abdomen had been punched out with a wretchedly large hole, and blood dripped, falling onto Wang XIII Lang’s body and dripping to the ground immediately afterward.

On his face was a miserable smile, but the smile was one of immense pleasure as he was on top of his most beloved disciple.

The yellow cloth was instantly dyed bright red as Wang XIII Lang, who was covered in blood, carried his blood-covered master on his back, holding the thin beam in his hand, his face did not have a trace of fear, but only stared fiercely at the middle-aged man in the dragon robe.

The meaning is very simple, he is going to carry the Four Gu Swords down the mountain, who is going to stop?

In the mouths of the storytellers of the later generations, this situation of siege and killings on Dadong Mountain that shocked the whole world and spread to the later generations was filled with too many shenanigans and killings. People involved in this matter are the most respected figures under the sky, so it is particularly excited and excited to talk about it, every time even say three days and three nights can not finish.

However, what was said in these three days and three nights was basically what happened in one second. In this second, Emperor Qing made a violent move, Ye Liuyun was seriously injured, and Bitter Lotus and Four Gu Swords had no chance of survival.

All the storytellers had forgotten about a relatively minor character, and that was Wang XIII Lang. On one hand, it was because they did not know the truth at the end of the Dongshan game, and on the other hand, it was because the Thirteen Lang at that time was just a very insignificant character compared to these great masters.

Although Emperor Qing had lost a great deal of his essence and true essence, yet with the realm of a Grand Master, if he wanted to kill Wang XIII Lang at this time, it would only be a matter of raising his hand.

However, Wang X3 Lang, this small character was still unafraid, staring blankly and fiercely at Emperor Qing’s eyes, holding the thin beam tightly in his hand, it seemed that in the next moment, he was going to give Emperor Qing a smothering blow with the wooden stick that he had picked up from anywhere.

Ye Liuyun, who had a big wound on his abdomen, sat cross-legged not far from Emperor Qing’s body to run his energy to heal his wounds, and looking at this scene, he could not help but show a smile with a hint of admiration at the corner of his lips and sighed, “A good young man.”

Bitter lotus sitting on his knees beside the remnant tree bitter smile, also gradually become bright yean up, I do not know whether he remembered his own door under the real closed disciple, that nature with natural begonia duo duo, smiled and sighed in admiration, “rivers and mountains have talented people out of the generation, the heavenly way of change, this is the truth.”

Emperor Qing calmly looked at this unfamiliar young man for a long time before smiling slightly. He then gently moved a step to the side, making way for Wang Xulang, who was carrying the Four Gu Swords. With the dignity of an emperor and the position of a patriarch, he actually gave way to Thirteen Lang!

The dying Four Gu Swords opened his eyes with great difficulty and glanced at the emperor, some blood froth oozing from his lips, the hostile intent still remaining in his weak voice: “How is this disciple of mine?”

“Master, stop talking.”

Wang XIII Lang coaxed his master-admiral like a child. He didn’t choose to go down the mountain immediately after Emperor Qing unexpectedly gave way, but instead, under everyone’s astonished gazes, he walked over to Emperor Qing’s side, lowered himself, and picked up an object. He picked it so naturally that it was as if the radiant Emperor Qing today did not seem to exist.

What he picked up was the broken right arm of the Four Gu Sword, and the ordinary sword.

Carrying the Four Gu Swords on his back, a broken arm and a sword in one hand, and using a thin beam as his usual green streamer in the other hand, Wang Thirteen Lang disappeared into the stone path of Dadong Mountain.

A few moments later, faintly came the howl of the Four Gu Swords’ wild song as it cried, and a piece of violent sad laughter, echoing in the valley for a long time, unable to stop.

The emperor could have killed Thirteen Lang without making a move, not because he cherished his talent, but because he knew the relationship between this young man and An. The Four Gu Swords cried and laughed in harmony, and how could he not know this, the dying patriarch, at the last moment also wanted to see the emperor of Qing, whether he would make any mistakes.

The Emperor did not make a mistake. There was no need for him to centrifuge himself from the future of the Qing Kingdom by eliminating the future of Dongyi City in advance. Although Wang Xulang’s resolute state of mind moved him a bit, he still didn’t place this young man in his heart.

He was as confident as ever, arrogantly confident. And this kind of confidence after today, there was no one else who would dare not to pay homage.

The emperor knew that Four Gu Swords was dead, he knew what kind of damage a full force Wang Dao punch would bring. Even if Four Gu Swords could still survive for a while, what was a Grandmaster who was bedridden with a broken arm and serious injuries?

Of course, this still wasn’t enough to explain why he would get out of the way. Because with his temperament, for all enemies, he should be the first to eradicate them within the best possible time. Fan Xian was not the real reason for his consideration either.

The real reason the emperor did not make a move was because Five Bamboos took a step forward.

The Four Gu Swords were gone, so was Bitter Lotus, and he was floating away. The state master of Northern Qi drifted away to his native land, waiting in agony for the last few days of his life. The four great masters of the world, after this battle, will go two of them. The contrast between the three forces finally changed drastically, and the biggest obstacle to Qing’s unification of the world no longer existed from now on.

Until Bitter Lotus also left the top of the Great Eastern Mountain, only then did Five Bamboo slowly retract his foot, retracting his silent threat.

In these moments, those who still dared to threaten the Emperor of Qing, in the entire world, there was only one person, Five Bamboo.

Emperor Qing looked at him calmly and gently and spoke, “Old Five, I need an explanation from you.”

In front of Five Bamboo, His Majesty the Emperor naturally addressed the other party as Old Five, and naturally didn’t use me to address himself.

Five Bamboo slowly bowed his head and said after a long time, “I don’t like it.”

Yes, this blind patriarch had been recuperating at the top of Dadong Mountain for more than a year, he seemed to have remembered something, his words became more and more numerous, his expressions became richer and richer, he became more and more like a normal person, and he also began to possess some emotions that an ordinary person should possess, such as likes, such as dislikes.

It’s just that his emotions were shown in a more extreme way, and the indifference on his face at this time didn’t match. Disliking is disliking, whatever your hegemony of unifying the country, whatever the amazing situation that took twenty years to create, what I don’t like, you don’t do.

“Young Master asked me to keep you safe.” Five Bamboos raised his head, looked at the emperor through the black cloth, and said, “You are safe now.”

It had been some time since he had addressed Fan Xian as young master.

Emperor Qing’s face was calm and there wasn’t a hint of annoyance. He knew that Old Five had some old friendship with the Four Gu Swords back when he and Ye Qingmei were in Dongyi City, and as for Bitter Lotus, he was also aware that Miss Fan was still under Bitter Lotus today.

However, those two great masters were already wasted and would die soon. Emperor Qing did not worry about anything, calmly looking at Five Bamboo, he said, “Old Five, come back to Kyoto with me.”

Five Bamboo lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head a moment later and said, “I remembered something, but not that person was you.”

That person was naturally the person who had once practiced the upper and lower volumes of the nameless gong skill back then, when Fan Xian was young, Five Bamboo had told him about it, but he just couldn’t remember who had ever practiced it, and today he remembered that it was the Emperor of the Qing Kingdom.

The black cloth on Five Bamboo’s face looked extraordinarily straight: “Goodbye.”

This last goodbye, Five Bamboo was speaking to Ye Liuyun who was on his knees healing his wounds, after saying this, he held the brazier by his waist in one hand, calmly walked towards the stone steps and began to descend the mountain. Without saying a single more word to the emperor or saying goodbye to this ancient temple behind him that he had lived in for more than a year, he disappeared down the stone steps once again.

All the people had left, and the Emperor was the only one standing on the mountaintop. Today, bitter lotus and four gu sword must die, many years of great plans can be realized, the unification of the world’s ambition will start, however, the emperor’s face did not show much joy, he just stood quietly, greeted the dome of the sky on the sun and the slightly damp sea breeze, looks a little lonely and despondent.

People in high places are not cold. Nowadays, it was difficult to find someone alongside him in the world, no matter who it was, at this instant, some strange emotions would arise.

However such emotions did not last long.

There were many people who survived on the top of the mountain, the officials who accompanied the heavenly sacrifice actually still had most of them alive, and a large portion of the sacrifices of the Qing Temple also survived. Although the patriarchal battle was subtle and incomparable, it was exceptionally powerfully controlled within a perfect sphere, except for that final King’s Fist, and those temples that were crushed.

It was only until this moment that the crowd on the mountaintop was able to get out of their shock, although with their eyesight they were simply unable to see clearly what had happened in that split second just now, and why the Four Guards Sword’s sword was about to pierce into His Majesty’s body, and immediately afterward it was the Four Guards Sword’s body that was struck out like a piece of waste rock.

But they at least knew one fact, His Majesty the Emperor had won, and the victory was exceptionally complete, what conspiracy and trickery, in front of His Majesty’s strength, all seemed so weak, the future of the Kingdom of Qing will be just like the red sun over the mountaintop at this time, never sinking.

With tears and ecstasy on their faces, they fell to their knees and shouted hooray.

In the sound of hurray, His Majesty the Emperor was calm, without the slightest movement, and said softly to the first eunuch Yao who stood up, “Notify the mountain, start …… moving.”

“Inform the dean, start launching.”

“Yes.”

“Secret decree sent to Yanjing, so that Mei Deili temporarily regulate the political affairs, the western battalion pressed to the Song territory, so that the general Shi Fei with the previous imperial decree secretly to Cangzhou levy north camp, accept the levy north army.”

“Yes.”

“Inform Xue Qing that he should choose a number of capable officials to go to Lokzhou …… and tell him that I will wait for him at Hou Yongzhi’s residence.”

“Yes.”

The emperor was not at all overwhelmed by today’s great victory, but calmly issued order after order. The message to Chen Pingping must be the earliest, and the conquering north army must be controlled, as for Dongshan Road ……

Eunuch Yao bowed his head and responded on one side, while his heart chilled. The siege of Dadong Mountain is such a sinister thing, if Dongshan Road does not know about it is absolutely impossible to say, I am afraid that Governor Hou has already colluded with the Princess.

It seems that since the founding of the Qing dynasty, the first governor to die horizontally, will fall on Hou Yongzhi, and the entire Dongshan Road is afraid to be His Majesty’s blood wash from top to bottom, no wonder His Majesty wants to let Xue Qing not far away from thousands of miles, from the south of the Yangtze River to send a good official.

Extremely calmly and methodically arranging all of this, Emperor Qing finally slowly breathed a sigh of relief, smiled to himself, shook his head, and then walked over to Ye Liuyun’s body, bowing extremely respectfully, “Trouble Liuyun Shiyi uncle.”

Without waiting for Ye Liuyun to return the bow, he had already straightened up and looked at the ground between the field that had already been scrubbed clean long ago in a daze. Hong Si Itch was the one who died there, but without leaving any traces. For the sake of a noble goal, many people had either actively or passively sacrificed their lives.

Eunuch Hong was worthy of Emperor Qing’s gift.

The field was in a mess, however, the inner court prepared quite a lot of things, Eunuch Yao led those officials whose legs were still weak, carried out some things from the compartments that did not collapse, started copying, started to seal, his majesty’s line seal had already been taken away by Lord Fan Jr. but his majesty’s accompanying seal was still there, since it was a secret decree, the accompanying seal was naturally more effective.

After the first wash of heavy rain, the eastern mountain welcomes the sun’s green, a few white pigeons cooed and flew away from the top of the mountain, swept a few times in the turquoise blue sky, and then flew in all directions of the Kingdom of Qing. Only what they brought with them was not news of the receding floodwaters, nor the will of peace, but the transmission of the will of the mighty king.

The flat summit of Da Dong Mountain, which had been calm until this moment, suddenly let out a loud boom. It didn’t shake up any sand or rocks, but shook up some water. The whole mountain top middle area, actually suddenly sunk three feet down, like the god of heaven falling hammer hit the general!

The real effect of the battle of the great masters, until this moment, only revealed its terrible and horrible. The real potential intersected, squeezed into the true essence seeped into the sky and earth, and even made a collision with nature, changing the shape of the earth.

The emperor did not look at that big pit, just raised his head, watching those white pigeons flying in the sky, gradually flying away, a calm face, incomparable confidence.