Chapter 161: The Rainbow of the Twelve Years of Southern Qing (III)
Emperor Qing’s fists, always so stable and powerful, kingly, easily pierced through all obstacles in front of him, just as he had done so often in this life.
In this continent, in these decades of history, not many people could survive being struck by Emperor Qing, and while that old monster, the Four Gu Swords, was gutted and only survived by virtue of Fei Jie’s strange poison, Fan Xian, by virtue of the spells left behind by the Bitter Lotus, used his superb stance of sweeping dozens of feet in one swipe to surprise Emperor Qing, forcing him to avoid the terrifying power contained in that fist.
Five Bamboo did not avoid the punch, and actually withstood the infinite true qi in Qing Di’s body, his chest was collapsed, however, he did not fall down, because if the top realm in the world is the Grand Master, if the only loophole of the Grand Masters is that they are still as mortal as the general physical body, then the Five Bamboo obviously does not have this loophole, his body is definitely the strongest among the Grand Masters.
He simply stood up once more and approached Emperor Qing once more on the wet ground.
He once again walked in front of Emperor Qing, the black cloth on his face unmoving as he swung the brazier in his hand. The breaking air was soundless, because it was so fast that the people who were meticulously living could not even see what was happening to the stone steps, nor could they hear any sound.
His Majesty did not retreat, his pupils swept through the faint gray light, his feet stood steadily on the stone steps, just like on the Hanging Temple full of infinite dominance and self-confidence proclaimed that, in his life, no matter what enemy he faced, he never took half a step back.
He once again threw a punch. The fist that emanated a faint ethereal light like jade, instantly vaporized the humidity in the air, and blasted straight to Five Bamboo’s abdomen.
While Five Bamboo’s brazier was like a clear light cast down from the sky, it was unstoppable, and struck Emperor Qing’s left shoulder hard in a wonderful and desperate manner.
To their realm of this strong, in each other’s life in the last battle, has long thrown away a should be external disguise and skills, real potential two words, potential has been in their body qi in, pure to the realities of each other, just as the bitter lotus master’s great-grandfather – the root of the dust of the book of the host words in the phrase: take off the clothes to go!
The duel between the two great masters was just the simplest behavioral art of indifference, stripped of all externals, just naked, like primitive people, in the snow, beside the volcano, in the grassland beasts, practicing the most perfect killing skills.
His Majesty the Emperor’s left shoulder shattered with a click, blood erupted from between his lips, but the cold pupils of his eyes just gazed at the figure of Five Bamboo who flew further and further away.
Five Bamboo was once again sent flying by that fist, his legs were broken and his body was crippled at this point, his ability to calculate beyond the imagination of the world could no longer be supported by the strong execution ability of his muscles, and he was unable to dodge that fist of Emperor Qing’s that broke through the realm of time and space.
In the light rain that was about to stop, Five Bamboo’s body was bowed in the air and backward, the cold wind whipped his clothes and his clothes were hunting and snapping, his feet landed on the ground, and he slid backward on the slippery ground for more than ten feet before he barely came to a stop, only his left leg could not stand, and he almost tipped over to the ground.
After receiving this punch, Five Bamboo did not fall to the ground, seemingly better than the previous situation, however, the incomparable confidence and powerful light that flowed from His Majesty the Emperor’s countenance, as well as Five Bamboo’s slightly lowered head, seemed to indicate an extremely ominous ending.
Five Bamboo, who was standing quietly in the blood-soaked field below the Taiji Hall, looked down at his abdomen and was silent for a long, long time.
Before His Majesty the Emperor’s fist struck his abdomen, Five Bamboo stopped his left hand on his abdomen, so the Emperor’s fist actually struck his palm before striking his abdomen.
Five Bamboo’s hand was like a cold piece of iron, and his body was like a cold mass of iron, yet Emperor Qing’s punch was like the hammer of a heavenly god, melting the iron plate into the mass of iron. His palm was deeply wedged into his abdomen, like two pieces of iron being hard bonded together!
The corner of his brow that was not covered by the black cloth slightly wrinkled for a moment, as Five Bamboos indifferently pulled his left hand, not knowing how much strength he used to pull his hand out of his abdomen, only to bring up a large area of pale flesh that no longer bled, accompanied by a hissing sound of separation that looked exceptionally horrifying.
Emperor Qing’s first punch, struck Five Bamboo’s chest, which he didn’t block, and the second punch struck his abdomen, which he didn’t block, and the two different choices represented two completely different layers of injuries – the vitals of the temple messengers, it seemed, were no longer a secret in the eyes of that mighty monarch, a fact that left Five Bamboo a little stunned, and also left The bystanders who still endured, chilled to the bone, began to feel endless awe!
Bracing the iron brazier on the ground filled with blood and rainwater, Five Bamboo used his left hand to straighten his left leg, which was already about to be broken in two, and with extreme difficulty took a step in the direction of the Taiji Hall. The cloth shoes stepped on the hand of a dead body and almost slipped, while Five Bamboo’s abdomen was crunching with a click, and it seemed that centered on that spot, a spiderweb-like shattering was stretching out and tearing apart inside his body.
Five Bamboo’s body began to tremble, began to tilt, as if at any time it might turn into countless pieces, fall apart, collapse into a mess on the ground.
However, the brazier was still tightly gripped in his hand, holding up his shaky body extremely strongly, allowing him to take another step forward.
His first step on the ground was so difficult, so slow, accompanied by some extremely dry sounds …… Yet he still marched step by step toward the emperor, without hesitation.
The emperor withdrew his fist, his eyes, indifferent without a trace of emotion, glanced at his chest, as if trying to discern how many of his ribs had been smashed by that hard brazier. He did not remember how many punches he had thrown, nor how much blood he had spat out, he only remembered that he had not retreated a single step, yet he had not advanced either, he had only stood like a puppet on the stone steps, in front of his palace, and mechanically and repetitively threw out punches.
How many times did Old Five fall down? How many times has he climbed up? How many times have I fallen down in this life? How many times has he gotten up? Why does Old Five struggle to get up when he clearly wants to fall down, doesn’t he realize that a monster like him also has a real day of death? If Old Five was not a dead thing but a living thing, knowing life and death, fearing life and death, then why did he not show it?
Why Old Five’s movement obviously slowed down so much, that hard iron brazier in his hand can always smash into my body? Is it because …… I have also become old and am about to run out of gas?
No, can not, should not, not willing, not wrath. The ghostly sparks in his cold eyes flared up, but in the end they turned into endless exhaustion and weariness.
Was this a shocking battle destined to go down in history, or was it a small drama destined to disappear into the river of history? But whichever it is, Emperor Qing is a little bit tired of it, just like when his father ascended to the throne a number of years later, he himself had to be forced to prepare for the matter of the Taiping Buyeo with a lot of heartache, a few years later, there was going to be the night of the bloodshed in Kyoto, the Da Dong Mountain booby-trapped those two old things, An Zhi booby-trapped those shameless people who dared to betray me in Kyoto, and then a year ago he tried to booby-trapped that box out, and now the oldest five are here as well.
Endless power plots and conspiracies, just like the way Old Five fell down and rose up in front of me, kept repeating and repeating, just like the stories from many years ago, so insistently repeating over and over again. This kind of repetition was really revolting and tiresome.
But Emperor Qing could not get tired, he was not willing to get tired: I still have a lot of things left to do, I have not yet knocked down this most powerful enemy in front of me, I cannot let go.
Slowly wiped away the blood that kept gushing out of his lips, His Majesty the Emperor suddenly felt that his body was a little cold, he had been seriously injured a year ago and had not been able to recuperate, and at times he was a little afraid of the cold and the light and the wind, so he was willing to lie on a soft couch covered with the silk quilt that Wan’er had brought from the south of the Yangtze River ……
He liked that warm feeling very much, he didn’t like this cold feeling now, because this feeling made him a little weak and tired, it seemed that as the blood and water flowed, the temperature and self-confidence in his body was also flowing away.
Looking at the five bamboos that were crawling up again, tattered and broken, His Majesty the Emperor’s eyes that were burning with a ghostly fire suddenly lit up, his old face looked unusually thin and haggard with that sudden pallor.
The rain had stopped, the dark clouds in the sky were turning into white clouds at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming whiter and whiter, more and more beautiful, brighter and brighter, the air in the palace square was filled with the beautiful scent of a rain-washed green sky, and there was something beautiful vaguely taking place at the line of the dome of the sky in the extreme east that crossed the palace wall.
The emperor opened his empty eyes, and with a vibration of his clothes, he finally swept up from the stone steps of the Taiji Hall, bringing up a rain dragon parallel to the south in this rainless sky, leaving countless residual shadows in the air.
The green sky reflected this rain dragon, and the palace seemed to be buzzing with the dragon’s roar from somewhere. The Five Bamboo with the brazier in hand was immediately surrounded by this dragon and countless dragon chants. The grayish, solemn and solemn rain that broke through the sky, instantly sent the most powerful attack towards the five bamboo.
In addition to the field between these two overwhelmingly strong, no one can see clearly what happened in that curtain of rain, just the dragon has been extinguished, a horror of absolute silence after a period of countless sounds in succession, like a string of heavenly thunder sounded in succession, but also like the winds in the high sky instantly blew through the countless lover’s sacrifice put the yellow paper lamps, pop pop pop pop ……
Five Bamboo finally collapsed, collapsed under Qing Emperor’s storm-like Wang Dao killing fists and fingers, in this instant, his body did not know how many times he suffered a heavy blow, finally disheveled mini-seated in front of Qing Emperor’s feet, pale right hand toward the sky spread out, empty.
That always silent and noble head at this moment also drooped helplessly, collapsed in front of Emperor Qing’s body, somewhat unwillingly and helplessly loosened his grip on the brazier.
He released his grip on the brazier, but the brazier didn’t fall to the palace floor and emit that clear sound like a funeral bell, because the brazier was inserted in Emperor Qing’s abdomen, trembling slightly!
Fresh blood gushed out from Emperor Qing’s abdomen, dripping down the brazier, dripping down the tip of the brazier worn smooth, dripping down on the pale palm of Wuzhu’s hand, gradually spreading along the clear life line, spreading into a colorful peach blossom.
His Majesty the Emperor’s thin and extremely merciless lips were slightly open, slightly dry on top, his face was pale, his eyes were empty, without a trace of emotion, looking down at the brazier in his belly, feeling endless exhaustion and boredom, ready to pull out this brazier that was deep into his belly.
He was the first person with great perseverance in the world, when his meridians were shattered, the pain of being an invalid couldn’t weaken his spirit in the slightest, not to mention the pain in his abdomen at this time. He knew that Old Five was wasted, and a faint flash of pride was replaced by endless exhaustion as he realized that he was beginning to taste some sort of rusty flavor on his lips.
Fan Xian had not yet appeared, a fact that left His Majesty somewhat perplexed, and a self-deprecating smile spread across the corners of his lips-it seemed that this son’s mind was stronger than he had ever imagined to anticipate, and because of his strength, he had coldly, callously, and cold-bloodedly held himself back until now, and watched as Five Bamboos was reduced to a waste by him, but still refused to come out.
His Majesty the Emperor’s heart was marvelously once again alive with emotions of appreciation and admiration for this son, and he seemed to feel that the most unworthy son of his life was becoming more and more like himself – as cold-blooded as himself.
He had thought that Fan Xian should have come out a long time ago, when the five bamboo fell to the ground for the first time, or when the five bamboo s leg broke in two, because this was something he had been secretly preparing for …… However, Fan Xian did not, so he felt a faint disappointment and a hint of ominous feeling.
At this time, the green sky after the rain, is it not to come to witness my final failure, is she to use with her own son’s eyes, to watch his own failure?
Blood gushed out from between the mighty monarch’s lips, from his belly, and he felt the cold once again, and once again began to remember the soft quilt on the couch, the woman in the imperial study, and then his right hand steadily gripped above the brazier, and began to slowly draw away from his body with a palpitating indifference.
There is an old saying that says that the pain is greatest when the blade is withdrawn from the wound. This could be used to refer to life, as well as the situation at this moment.
When His Majesty the Emperor slowly drew out the brazier, it was like uncovering the scars that had been hidden in the darkness by his mask all these years, scars that he had thought had healed long ago, reminding him of many people and many things. The pain made his pale face even whiter, too white to be a normal person.
It seemed that even this monarch’s arm was somewhat unable to bear to let him face this kind of pain, so at this moment, in the cold and clean air, an extremely strange curvature suddenly occurred!
That is a kind of zigzagging and separation of bone and flesh, completely inconsistent with the structure of the human body, and folded out at a strange angle …… somewhat like the leg of the five bamboo.
Blood flowers bloomed under the blue sky, bone and flesh separated from Emperor Qing’s body, and his left arm was chopped off flush from the elbow joint by a mysterious force. The broken arm flew into the immaculate air under the illumination of the clear diffuse sunlight, and at the slowest speed, with the beads of blood at the broken stubble, it spun, jumped, flew, and flew again ……
Then that crisp sound of the gunshot only began to echo in the empty and deserted main courtyard of the palace.
The curling, lonely and clear pole, seems to be for that broken arm flying, accompanied by mournful music.
In addition to the Northern Expedition defeat at the hands of War Qingfeng, the meridians in his body were shattered and he was plunged into the darkness of that period of time, this moment was definitely the most painful and weakest moment of His Majesty the Emperor in his life.
The sound of gunshots that had been silent for decades, and once again after a year of silence, finally rang out in the Imperial Palace. After a year of silence, and again after another morning of silence, Fan Xian’s figure finally appeared beside the Emperor.
Having watched Five Bamboos be seriously injured by His Majesty and become a wreck, Fan Xian had not appeared all this time, so what kind of hurtful impulses did he have to repress? However, when he appeared, he chose the most perfect timing, appeared in the most perfect position, and appeared directly beside the emperor!
It only took the snap of a finger!
The more than twenty years of bitter training in rebirth, the incentive between life and death in the meadow, the will not to despair in the snow palace’s desperate situation, what he had met under the big green tree, what he had thought about in the snowy plains, what heaven and earth’s yuan qi had created, the life and death, the separation, the rush of the weak and the strong, the greed for life and the hatred of death, the autumn rains and the autumn rain’s wounds, all melted into a single sensation, a single qi, and exploded out of Fan Xian’s body.
No swords, no arrows, no daggers, no poisonous smoke, no small tricks, no big chopping coffins, probing arms not following the path of the sword, running his power not going through the sky all the way, Fan Xian gave up everything, just turned himself into a gust of wind, a gray light, and in the briefest of split-second moments, he forced all his power out through his fingers and palms, chopping at the Emperor’s Majesty’s severely injured and weakened body!
The majestic and overbearing true qi did not hesitate to cut the already sufficiently thick and magnificent meridians in his body, and sent it out violently with a determined stance and at a speed that exceeded his capabilities.
Countless smoke and dust chopped, bright in the cold and clear fall.
Delivered to the finger, the true qi was not exhaled externally, but was instead contained internally; the sword qi did not come out of the finger’s belly, but was condensed like gold and stone, and stabbed fiercely into His Majesty the Emperor’s shoulder socket.
When it was transported to the palm, the true qi was like the wind of the East Sea, which came out furiously, sweeping the net surface of Jade Mountain without leaving a trace of gravel, and heavily slapped on the chest of His Majesty the Emperor.
Chopping, pointing, and palming, he chopped up the past of these years, pointed to a path of life and death, and with a single palm, he separated the line between ruler and subject, father and son!
Fan Xian had never been so strong in his life, Emperor Qing had never been so weak in his life, and this pair of father and son did not even have time to look into each other’s eyes for a split second before they were transformed into two shadows in front of the Taiji Hall, making life and death closeness with each other, and it seemed as if there were countless yellow paper lamps in the air again, which were being blown by the astral winds, and poofing, palpitating, and tiresomely ringing.
Fan Xian’s body speed at this moment had been raised to the point that made human beings’ jaws drop, the residual shadow did not remain, just a wisp of gray shadow, circling around His Majesty the Emperor’s body, attacking dozens of jabs, hundreds of jabs in an instant!
The rainwater accumulated on the green stone floor, suddenly like being water pearl split a pathway, to both sides of the diffusion, revealing the middle of the clean stone brick, and in the stone brick above about half a palm distance, the emperor and Fan Xian’s silhouette, swept through the air and flew, instantly out of the position of the front of the taiji hall, toward the northeast lightning-like swept!
All the way the standing water splashed and dodged, all the way the blood splashed into lines from the air.
With a boom, the bright yellow figure crashed through the palace door at the wall of the palace, directly shattering the thick palace door and shaking up wood shavings all over the sky.
Wooden debris like containing strong power of the arrow general shot out in all directions, snorting even sound, shot through the palace door after the round stone door, stirred up a piece of stone debris, deeply chiseled into the vermilion palace wall.
It was also these wood shavings that shot out from all sides of the bright yellow figure’s body that made Fan Xian, who was like the wind that chased the soul and the shadow that chased the soul in general, was forced to slow down his speed and show his body in the air.
The bright yellow figure crashed through the palace door, followed by a heavy crash into the large copper water tank in the sandwich wall, letting out a muffled thud and also appearing.
The hand, still not stained with blood, broke out, snapping apart a thin, soft wrist, plucking away the cool metal like lightning, flipping the wrist up and pinching at the soft throat.
Pinched on that courtesan’s throat.
With a poof, His Majesty the Emperor leaned disheveledly and helplessly against the large bronze cylinder, spewing out a mouthful of blood, favoring a faint, strange smile floating on his pale cheeks. One of his arms had been broken, and there were four or five extra finger holes and three extra palm prints on his body, and the blood stained the dragon’s robe all over his body, making the golden dragon on his bright yellow garment look particularly hideous, yet particularly miserable.
Fan Xian slowly lowered the bridge of his left palm and right fist that was covering his face, and the wood shavings also caused blood to start seeping out of his body and out of his clothes, and he coughed violently, coughing up blood. The previous blow, which was already a blow that condensed his life, was forced to stop at this moment. It was no longer possible to exert that ghostly speed, and most of his meridians had already been cut, as if there were countless small knives, scraping and scraping his body, the pain and soreness was unbearable.
His Majesty’s injuries were even heavier, so heavy that they were beyond measure, so heavy that they seemed like they could disappear from this world at any moment, yet Fan Xian’s face did not show the slightest hint of joy. After a burst of rapid coughing, his expression returned to calmness as he looked at His Majesty the Emperor, who was reclining by the copper cylinder and kept gasping for breath, without saying a word.
Only his eyes revealed his true emotions, and that emotion was complicated …… He looked at the emperor s old man in a daze, always feeling that the scene in front of him was not real. His Majesty the Emperor who is as unattainable, cold and piercing, and powerful and indestructible as the Great Snow Mountain …… will actually also have a time when the mountain is exhausted?
When did His Majesty’s appearance become so old?
“Your Majesty, you are defeated.” Fan Xian slightly lowered his head, and with the sleeve of his eunuch costume, he wiped away the blood stains on his lips, looking at His Majesty the Emperor with complicated eyes.
The words he said were quite meaningless. Emperor Qing’s body had at least a dozen wounds, especially the severed left arm and the wound in his abdomen, which was still gushing blood.
Just as His Majesty the Emperor had said to Five Bamboo earlier, there were no immortals in this world, Five Bamboo was not, and neither was he, and with the betrayal, assassination, and injuries he had suffered over the course of the year stretching up to this point, and today’s shocking battle with Five Bamboo, and then being heavily sniped at and breaking his arm, and then being ambushed by Fan Xian, who had vaguely broken out of his realm, even the most powerful monarch in the world had already come to the end of his time.
However, His Majesty’s face still wore a smile of mockery and indifference, and his three fingers were still gently placed on the courtesan’s throat. The palace maid was carrying a gun in her hand.
His Majesty the Emperor glanced at Fan Xian, but ignored his remark, instead hissing and coughing up blood, he looked at Fan Ruo Ruo beside him with a gentle look, and after looking calmly for a long time said: ”I have said that it is not easy to be a good emperor …… first of all one must give up some unnecessary emotions, and even more so, you can’t be soft …… Ruoruo, you are soft today, and this is a fatal mistake.”
Miss Fan, who was wearing the costume of a palace maid, still had a calm face, yet her slightly furrowed brow showed that her heart was not as calm as her appearance.
Since last fall, she had been accessed by His Majesty to the palace, and had been accompanying the lonely monarch in the imperial study. Day by day, day by day, she has seen too many thin figures draped under oil lamps examining the sangha, heard too many coughs emanating from the sick couch, and seen too many of the furrowed tips of this lean old man’s brows, gradually ……
On that wintry day on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, when she was on the Star Picking Building, looking at the bright yellow figure in the distance through the glass, she always felt that it was unreal, so her fingers didn’t tremble in the slightest, however, today, through the gap of the palace door, looking at the face of that gradually growing old and incomparably familiar monarch, for some reason she chose to aim at His Majesty’s arm rather than at the fatal vital part.
His Majesty the Emperor was right, and in that moment, Fan Ruoruo’s heart softened a touch.
“Girls are outgoing, the morning girl kept trying to soften me up this year, I don’t pay any attention to it, you like Anzhi the scoundrel, I am also clear, just you girls have never thought about it, in this year, in the end, is it you who softened me up, or are you being softened up by me?”
The emperor spoke calmly and indifferently, not summoning the inner court eunuchs that he had banished to the harem, nor did he stop the bleeding, as if he didn’t care at all about the blood flowing outward from his body, and a faintly ironic smile spread across the corners of his lips.
Fan Ruo Ruo’s body trembled slightly. Fan Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at His Majesty, who was both familiar and yet incredibly unfamiliar, with whom he had an exceptionally complicated relationship, and was shocked, admiring His Majesty’s heart and calculations to the highest degree. At such a critical moment earlier, the Emperor, in his desperate attempt, appeared to be in a state of defeat, but in reality, he still chose the best route, broke through the palace gate, found the gunman, and took control of her.
Fan Xian pursed his thin lips tightly and suddenly gritted his teeth, “Your Majesty, do not try to threaten me with her life.”
“You will accept my threats?” The emperor slowly turned his head, allowing the blood to soak on his dragon robe, and asked in a mocking tone.
Fan Xian was silent for a moment, shook his head, and looked at Fan Ruo Ruo and said in a sandy voice, “If you die, I’ll come with you.”
Fan Ruo Ruo’s face turned slightly white, and after a moment of silence, she said, “My sister isn’t much afraid of death.”
“Being free from the fear of life and death is something marvelous?” The emperor stared at Fan Xian’s eyes, and suddenly hissed and laughed softly, “Your face looks like your mother’s, but your lips look like mine, so it’s true that you’re extremely thin and unfeeling.”
A few moments later, His Majesty the Emperor, who had an indifferent face, suddenly spoke, “I have never been defeated in my life.”
For some reason, after Fan Xian was reborn, he was always able to possess a calmness and even coldness that ordinary people could not match. However, at such a tense moment, when he heard His Majesty’s words, a trace of sourness, a trace of emptiness, and a trace of fury welled up from the depths of his heart, and with a cold voice, he yelled out loudly at His Majesty, “That’s enough!”
The Emperor quietly looked at this son’s eyes, at his handsome face that was slightly distorted due to his anger, and suddenly laughed coldly, as if he was laughing at the other party’s loss of temper, the other party’s fear, as well as that trace of anger that came from nowhere, strangely.
In the empty palace, apart from the rainwater that was still pooling on the ground, and the countless corpses and blood and flesh, there were only four people still standing. Fan Xian stood beside Uncle Five Bamboo, gazing indifferently at the bright yellow figure not far away, not knowing what things he was thinking in his heart. He was indeed fearful, but that anger was definitely not born out of fear, but rather out of another wave of sadness.
The distance from there to here was extremely short, and Fan Xian seemed to have a chance to strike, yet His Majesty was within three feet of Fan Ruo Ruo, and no one dared to take such a risk under the eyes of a great master, even though Fan Ruo Ruo’s hand was still carrying that heavy sniper, and even though anyone could see that His Majesty was already running out of gas and dying.
“I have never been defeated in my life.” His Imperial Majesty looked at the son in front of him and the five bamboo in front of him, slowly raised his sleeve and wiped away the blood at the corner of his lips, and indifferently opened his mouth and said, “I just feel that it seems that I …… am going to die.”
Failure and death are two concepts, failure is victory and defeat, life and death but often belongs to the fate of heaven, a monarch’s failure will certainly lead to his death, while a monarch’s death, but not necessarily because of his failure.
Today’s Emperor Qing might have been surrounded by the aura of death, but he hadn’t failed, because today’s death was actually destined a long time ago.
There was no true king’s way in the world, and His Majesty the Emperor’s body, over the years, had been disturbed by violent true qi, unable to rest in peace, and the many events of the past year had caused these true qi to seek out paths in his flesh to harm him, rapidly destroying his vitality and accelerating the process of his aging. However, His Majesty the Emperor’s slightly sunken eyes looked indifferently at Fan Xian, and did not speak lightly of this truth that was destined to shock the other endlessly.
“Even if I die, I will still kill you, this rebellious son.” His Majesty the Emperor coughed twice, causing him to bend over slightly, a faint hint of resignation in his cough, “Li’s kingdom is destined to unify the world, and as long as you die, no matter who of my two sons ascends to the throne, the world in the future will still be the world of Daqing.”
The war in full swing under the Nanjing city is just a flame to force Fan Xian to show up, otherwise if Fan Xian returns from the temple and hides himself in the world, where will the Qing Emperor go to find him? However, if Fan Xian did not die, the greatness of the Southern Qing Dynasty could not be realized, and even if Emperor Qing knew that his body was about to decline, how could he rest in peace?
Today’s situation is just a case of a king trying to kill his ministers and a father trying to kill his son. However, who would have thought that at this time in the palace, but converted the situation, the lonely court, His Majesty the Emperor alone but face all the hostility.
At this moment, His Majesty felt a little tired, he quietly looked at Fan Xian, suddenly realized that the killing intent of his heart towards his son was not as strong as he had imagined. What was this because of? Perhaps the source of the king’s murderous intent was simply the anger that Fan Xian’s betrayal had caused him to feel, rather than for the sake of a thousand generations of the Kingdom of Qing?
A king with no scriptures and no veins, a man with no emotions and no righteousness, once angered by disappointment, once moved to love, is nothing more than a mortal.
His Majesty the Emperor suddenly felt that if he died like this, I am afraid that he would be very lonely, those relatives in the Yellow Springs, Chengqian, Chengze, the Empress, what kind of indifference will they use to look at themselves? Mother in the netherworld can still be well? After the death of that woman’s soul is not still with that kind of seemingly gentle, but in fact, the incomparable detachment of the eyes to look at themselves?
A lonely feeling of loneliness, took over the body of the old emperor, he suddenly realized that in the last battle of his life, he is still facing her guns, her servants, her …… and his son.
It turned out that after tossing and turning for a lifetime, he was still fighting her in the end, and at the thought of this, a sad smile emerged on the face of His Majesty the Emperor, is it possible that I am destined to lose in her hands?
With a slight vibration of the bright yellow figure, the gun in Fan Ruoruo’s hand was lifted in the air by his intact one, his knuckles slightly exerted force, the overbearing true qi within the monarch’s body moved in and out like rivers and lakes and seas, and after a soft thud, the barrel of the gun was actually twisted by a section of the gun in a raw manner!
His Majesty the Emperor’s true qi stirred, his injuries became more and more serious, however, he just narrowed his eyes, coldly looking at the broken copper and iron that was thrown at his feet, as if he was looking at the woman in judgment, and didn’t utter a word for a long time.
“How good it would be if Old Five never set foot in the human world again.” His Majesty the Emperor lowered his head, suddenly sighed softly, slowly raised his head, looked at Five Bamboo who was sitting on the ground in a skip, leaning against Fan Xian’s leg, and shook his head with extreme difficulty.
“Uncle can no longer remember many things.”
“However what happened happened after all, he will one day remember that something happened back then and thus know something, he …… will always come to kill me.” Pale-faced emperor stared blankly at the demented and speechless, like a child, trying to stand up, but always can not stand up the five bamboo, suddenly opened his mouth and said, “Old five, you have forgotten something again, really …… happy.”
When a powerful figure starts to become so nagging, does it mean that he is really old? Or is it a return to the light? Fan Xian stared blankly at the emperor’s old man who had broken an arm, suddenly feeling an emptiness and a twitch at his chest, he always felt that all of this had happened too strangely today, and it didn’t seem real at all.
The light in the emperor’s deep-set eyes gradually lapsed as he looked at Fan Xian and said softly, “It wasn’t you, it was only your mother who won after all.”
He mockingly looked at Fan Xian, without a trace of disheveled emotion, instead resembling the immensely powerful monarch from some years ago, and scoffed, “The seed of the young emperor of the war family is yours …… Lao San is what kind of temperament you know, and in the future, no matter how you do it, this world, it will always be the world of the family name Li. ”
“You once said, even if the flood after your death, I have to think.” The emperor looked at Fan Xian, the smile at the corner of his lips getting thicker and thicker, also getting more and more full of mocking meaning, “Your mother is only attempting to change the course of history, but you are deluded enough to think of stopping the course of history, what kind of arrogant and naïve idea is this.”
Fan Xian was silent for a long time, then suddenly spoke, “In fact, you or I, in history, are just a very insignificant splash.”
“No, there will definitely be a page for me in the history books.” The Emperor’s pupils flashed with a cold and proud light.
Fan Xian did not say anything else, he only realized at this moment that he still underestimated the emperor’s old man, it turned out that what he had said and done on a regular basis, there was no way to hide it from him, even the red beans and rice on the Beiqi side, he also knows ……
At this time, the field is a pool of blood, Fan Xian did not move, also dare not move, because the sister under the control of His Majesty, he does not know how to solve the current situation, also do not know His Majesty’s weakness at this moment is a kind of illusion, or a person’s about to die, really see through certain things.
For the emperor, Fan Xian had an innate fear, even at this moment, he was still like this, he did not know whether the forbidden army outside the palace would break through the backhand he had left behind and force open the palace gate again, he also did not know how the shadow and Ye Chong’s side was, and he also did not know why Eunuch Yao’s group of people had never appeared.
What made him feel the most infinite chill was whether His Majesty’s counterattack before his death would make Uncle Wuzhu, his sister, and himself accompany him to his burial – up to this moment, he still believed that the Emperor’s old man had this kind of strength.
His Majesty the Emperor raised his head with difficulty, narrowing his eyes slightly as he looked across the palace wall at the turquoise blue sky to the east of the sky, as if realizing that something wonderful might be about to happen over there.
He looked at the sky, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes trembled slightly for a moment, as if he had thought of something, his right hand, which was probing beyond the dragon sleeve, curled up slightly, as if he wanted to hold onto something, the light in his eyes gradually coalesced from laxity, as if he wanted to see something clearly, and countless images flooded across his mind, as if he wanted to memorize something.
There is no one better than Emperor Qing himself knows his own physical condition, perhaps from the beginning of the eighth day of the snow and wind, he foresaw that his day will come, this is not to pay the debt, it is just destiny. However, why his heart still have that strong unwillingness, so much so that he wrinkled his brow, like a question mark, to that piece of rain washed, exceptionally clean blue sky, keep asking questions.
When the young man in the dilapidated royal house in the stoic Qu Zhen, youth and friends traveling the world, to increase the knowledge, the prime of life in the white mountains and black waters, the sunset on the grasslands galloping, leading countless sons and daughters to fight a large territory, the sword points to the world, to fight a bigger mountain, intended to be a thousand generations, the cause of the world, the history of the name.
However, all of these things are going to be discontinued. How can I be happy? I still have a lot of things yet to do ……
If Emperor Qing knew that these characters, such as Ye Qingmei, such as the five bamboo, such as Fan Xian, are not actually people in this world, would he have the sigh of “God killed me, not the crime of war”?
He was just thinking.
If there is no that woman, there is no follow her to the world of the old five, there is no Anzhi, there is no internal library, there is not a lot of things, however, I can not fight this mountain by myself?
No, I am just as capable, the big deal is just a little later. So what if I don’t have the Nameless Kung Fu Technique? A thing like a Grand Master who dares to fight against me should never have existed in the first place. Isn’t it?
It’s just that …… if there is no if, if there is no Ye Qingmei, maybe I won’t have those …… really happy days in my life?
The emperor’s brow tips knitted up, forgetting about the passing of life in his body, and just falling into this doubt. This question had been mentioned by Fan Xian back in the small building, yet it was not until this moment that His Majesty the Emperor had truly asked himself the question. Perhaps it was because in these past decades, he had never dared to ask himself this question.
He withdrew his gaze and returned to calmness, the dying monarch still possessing supreme might and heart, as he looked indifferently at Fan Xian and Five Bamboos in front of him, as if at any moment he might use the last luster of his life to burn the other’s life.
There was a long silence.
Fan Xian once again wiped the blood from his lips, nervously watching His Majesty’s every movement, only that even he did not realize that not only did his thin lips resemble the Emperor’s, but even this action of wiping the blood also resembled the other party.
His Majesty the Emperor suddenly smiled, the corners of his lips curled up strangely, and then gradually converged on his smile, and indifferently opened his mouth, “I know what’s in the box today, but there’s one more thing I’m extremely curious about in this life.”
His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Five Bamboos and said word by word, “I am very curious to know what exactly is hidden behind this black cloth.”
The most powerful monarch in the human world had chosen Five Bamboo over Fan Xian as the target of his last strike in the human world. Perhaps it was because Fan Xian was his flesh and blood, perhaps it was because he thought that a temple messenger like Five Bamboo, who annoyed him, was pretty much a goddamn necessity, perhaps it was because Emperor Qing had always believed that matters in the human world should always be resolved by the people of the human world, and not by those gods who were shit like that.
Perhaps it was simply because Emperor Qing had, in that last moment, realized that some of Fan Xian’s descriptive actions were really similar to his own.
All in all, his lightning-like hand cut through the air and assaulted Five Bamboo’s face, while sparing Fan Xian.
Fan Xian survived, and in front of His Majesty’s final blow, his hand was shaken away like a falling leaf, unable to block it at all, and he could only watch as His Majesty’s palm, interspersed with the last of that true qi in his life, brushed fiercely against Five Bamboo’s face.
With Emperor Qing’s brush, Five Bamboo’s cervical vertebrae violently folded, tilting backward as the black cloth fell. Time …… seemed to freeze at this moment.
The black cloth slowly floated down in the breeze.
There was a piece of black cloth covering the glass windows of the Supervisory Court to cover the harsh light of the palace, and there was a piece of black cloth covering the eyes of the Five Bamboo to cover this sky.
This piece of black cloth did not know how many years it had been covering the sky, and it seemed that it would never be lifted for hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of years, and it had always been like that.
Today this piece of black cloth fell down, and under the black cloth was …… a rainbow.
A rainbow erupted from between the brows of the five bamboo clear young man, from between the pair of clear, soulful and perplexed eyes, instantly illuminating the square inside the palace, penetrating the bright yellow figure!
The rainbow ran through Emperor Qing’s body, reflecting his unbelieving face brightly, and then struck heavily on top of the Taiji Hall, transforming into a fire dragon that instantly set the entire palace ablaze!
In just an instant, His Majesty’s face suddenly turned into a calm, and in the midst of the fire, he proudly straightened his body. Although he only had one arm, he stood up straight. In the moment before he went, a trace of disdainful thoughts drifted through his mind – so it was like this, but it was still like this.
The strongest person in the world, that is, the moment of death, still left behind a back that was strong to the extreme. This back in this warm rainbow, looks extra cold, silent, depressed, lonely, but also abnormal …… proud.
The flying ash in the sky, gradually falling, if used to pay tribute to the impermanence of the earth’s firecracker crumbs, laid in the square in front of the palace in a pool of blood.
At the same time, across the palace wall of the eastern sky, that has always felt that there will be good things happen in the place, after the rain finally appeared a rainbow, overlooking the whole earth.
Into the night. The blazing Taiji Hall fire has been extinguished, fortunately, today’s rain wet the earth, otherwise this fire is only afraid to burn the entire South Qing Palace into a piece of rubble.
The main gate of the Imperial City, which was closed, was forcibly broken through by the imperial army shortly after the appearance of the rainbow vision. No one was able to hide the news of His Majesty’s assassination, although up until this point, those who were in deep mourning and incomparable anger were still unable to find His Majesty’s remains.
The one who assassinated His Majesty was not an assassin from Northern Qi, but the most unforgivable rebel and villain in the history of Southern Qing Dynasty, Fan Xian, and the court confirmed the news in the first time, if it was not for Hu Da Da Shi and Ye Chong, who was seriously injured but did not die, forcibly subduing the grief and indignation of the whole Kyoto, perhaps in this night, Fan Mansion as well as many mansions in the Duke’s Lane would be burnt down into a rotten mansion, and the people in it would be even less fortunate.
In addition to Dr. Hu and Ye Chong, the real control of the situation is still the third prince Li Chengping, who ascended to the dragon chair at the end of the country. Under the strong control of His Majesty the Emperor of Nanqing, the situation in Kyoto did not get out of control.
Of course, during this time, the old Supervisory Yuan and some hidden forces in the dark played what role, no one knows.
At this time, Fan Xian, who was wanted by the imperial court and whose reward was so high that it was mind-boggling, surprised most people and appeared in a place that absolutely no one could have expected.
He was still in the palace, under the cover of the dark night, withdrawing his gaze in the direction of the Taiji Hall and walking near the small building that was even colder than the cold palace. The Taichi Palace had already been burned down, and the small building had even been burned to a waste ash long ago, and he walked among the knee-high long grass, slightly bowing his head, not knowing what he had come to do. Or did he just want to come to tell Ye Qingmei about all of this that happened today?
The pupils of Fan Xian’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the person who appeared beside the ruins of the small building, slightly inclining his head as if he hadn’t thought of something.
The person who appeared was Eunuch Yao, who expressionlessly walked over to Fan Xian’s body and handed over a small box, whispering in a sandy voice, “This is what His Majesty left for you.”
Fan Xian took the box somewhat woodenly, looking at Eunuch Yao who disappeared into the darkness of the night, not worrying that the other party would summon experts to besiege him, outside the palace was a world, inside the palace was a world, within the world inside the palace, I’m sure that at this time no one would want to be unfavorable to him, and even if someone wanted to, it wouldn’t possibly be at this moment.
What has His Majesty left for himself? Why did he leave it? Did he know beforehand that he wouldn’t be able to get through today? Fan Xian stared blankly at the box in his hand, and then he realized why Eunuch Yao had not been by His Majesty’s side earlier, and that His Majesty had given him a very strange task.
Opening the box, inside the box was a side of white silk and a thin letter, Fan Xian’s body stiffened slightly, recognizing what it was within the first moment.
This was one of the three things he had seen under the Empress Dowager’s wind bed when he had explored the palace at night back then, the key of which had long since been copied by him and successfully opened the box, and the white silk and the letter were the other two.
When the eldest princess rebelled in Kyoto four years ago, Fan Xian had tried to find these two things again, only to find that they were no longer in the Hall of Containing Light, and now that he thought about it, His Majesty must have put them somewhere else.
His Majesty then naturally knew that the key was in his hands, so he simply left this letter and this white silk to himself.
Fan Xian gently rubbed the surface of the white silk with his fingertips, settled himself, opened the unsealed envelope, and looked at it carefully. Gradually his brows furrowed and then stretched.
This was a letter Ye Qingmei had written to Emperor Qing back then. From the content of the letter, he knew what the white silk was, it was the white damask that the Empress Dowager had given to the demoness Ye Light Eyebrow to kill herself with back then, and …… when Ye Light Eyebrow had received the decree in the Taiping Farewell House, she had directly sent this square of white damask back to the palace in its original state, and sent it to the Empress Dowager’s bedside.
I think only Uncle Five Bamboo can do this thing, I think the empress dowager was extremely frightened that day, so she has been keeping this square of white damask to deepen her hatred for Ye Qingmei this demoness?
However, in addition to recounting this matter in a laughing tone to express their strong dissatisfaction, Ye Qingmei’s letter has no other noteworthy content, the whole is just some short stories, how the five bamboo, how Fan Jian in the greenhouse, with those poor and hard handwriting, is really intolerable to look at.
The good thing was that it was only two thin pages. Fan Xian was more and more puzzled as to why the Emperor’s son would treasure this letter so much and even leave it to himself in the end. Could it be that he had thought wrongly earlier, and that whether it was the white silk or the key, or this letter, it was actually His Majesty who had hidden it in the Hall of Containing Light, not the Empress Dowager?
He shook his head, no longer thinking about these questions that were destined to be annihilated in his memories, without anyone knowing the answer, and then noticed the handwriting behind the second piece of letter paper.
These handwritings were strong and vigorous, but controlled emotions, written in an exceptionally upright and orderly manner, clearly His Majesty’s handwriting.
Fan Xian looked at it carefully, and after reading it for a long, long time, he sighed softly, and his hands tightened, subconsciously wanting to destroy the letter, but then he carefully stuffed the letter paper back into the envelope and put it into his arms to put it away.
“I am not wrong.”
These were the last few words Emperor Qing left behind the letter paper, seemingly an exceptionally powerful and proud proclamation, yet the proclamation on the letter paper to a departed woman could actually only be a ghostly self-question.
Yet no one can answer that question, except history. No, even those history books that spoke so eloquently could not judge the merits and demerits of His Majesty the Emperor’s life.
From Ye Light Eyebrows, Chen Pingping, he only had hatred for His Majesty the Emperor, yet the relationship between him and the Emperor’s old man was not as simple as mere blood, the soul within him could disavow the blood but could not get rid of the passing of these years. This emotion was so complex that it was not something that could be expressed in words at all.
His Majesty the Emperor was dead. And Fan Xian still felt numb and cold from body to heart until this moment, unable to believe this fact. He always felt that that man was the most powerful and impossible to defeat under the heavens, so how could he be dead? He seemed to be somewhat relieved, but did not have the joy after revenge, he seemed to be somewhat sad, but how could not cry out. He was just numb, standing numbly in this cold wind.
From the letter, we can see that there is really no real king’s way in the world, it turns out that the emperor s old man s body has failed this year, it turns out that even if it is as Ye Light Eyebrows said, let everyone become their own king, it is not the king’s way …… Fan Xian and the beliefs that he holds on to are even less so.
–As he said to His Majesty the Emperor on that windy and snowy night, all he asked for was peace of mind, just the end of a private grudge, and not the big proposition of what was right or wrong. It was important to realize that human beings were not a species that sought to be right in the first place, and that right was not justice, for justice always had a position.
He suddenly remembered the Prince Jing treasured Ye Qingmei’s zhangzhi letters, thought of that year Ye Qingmei to the emperor’s letter is always talking about the world, about the people’s livelihood of the matter, like today such an unusual tone of the letter is really only one, perhaps it is because of this reason, His Majesty the emperor extraordinarily cherished?
Thinking about this, the corners of his lips could not help but spread a bitter smile. His Majesty and Ye Qingmei are undoubtedly the world’s first-class characters with great splendor, however, their encounter is not a happy thing. When His Majesty met a woman like Ye Qingmei, it wasn’t a kind of pain, and when Ye Qingmei met Emperor Qing, it was even more unspeakably sad.
Fan Xian stood somewhat woodenly in the night palace, between the long grass, looking at the remains of the small building. Until now, he still did not know where Ye Qingmei was buried, and his father Fan Jian’s words back then were just a kind of comfort, as he now knew. The yellow-shirted woman in the portrait in the small building had already turned into ashes and gone with the wind, and His Majesty the Emperor had also turned into ashes and gone with the wind, perhaps in a corner of heaven and earth, they would touch together again?
Standing quietly for a long, long time, he used the cover of the dark night to walk in the direction of the Taiji Hall, ready to leave the palace. Seeing the palace lights in the middle of the night, hearing the slightly youthful voices in the imperial study, and seeing those newly promoted ministers with mournful faces, who actually had something on their minds, he couldn’t help but feel something.