V2.Chapter 92

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"Oh, it's a step late."

Wuming was dressed in a plain blue robe, with his hands behind his back, standing under the imperial city of the Central Plains.

The city gate is sealed with nine ridges and ten dragons. The imperial city of the Central Plains is majestic and majestic.

Wuming looked up, and he happened to be able to see the banner of the iron-blooded red dragon on the top of the city, which was as red as fire, dancing wildly in the wind. The red dragon in the flag seemed to be flying into the sky.

On the city wall, there are full of Han warriors in iron armor and holding spears and halberds. They can definitely be called brave soldiers, with murderous aura.

"In a single night, the imperial city changed hands...Since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the Great Ming Dynasty has gone through hundreds of years of ups and downs, and it was destroyed in a month. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, how would I believe it?"

The monk Buxu, who was wearing a white monk robe, had a shocking expression on his face.

Although his lineage is a person from outside the country, he sits and watches the ups and downs of the world, but in the end it is his duty to help the righteous way.

For how many years, the rivers and lakes and the world have not been shaken like this?

All of this is because of the man who is the lord of the imperial city and the only man in China.

"Seven days to level the rivers and lakes, one month to fix the mountains and rivers, the Holy Emperor of the Han Dynasty is really a hero who will never be seen in the world!"

Wuming turned his head and sighed softly: "Since entering Zhongzhou, the big man has eyes and ears everywhere. You and I have already been targeted. A fierce battle will inevitably follow. Be careful, be careful."

Putting his palms together, he proclaimed the name of the Buddha, and said: "Amitabha! Even if you die, what a pity!? This old man is about to see what kind of person the Holy Emperor of Han is!"

While the two were talking, Wuming's face suddenly changed, he raised his hand and pressed falsely, and there was a sudden sound of iron boots stamping on the ground, breaking the silence of the night.

A group of guards wearing flying fish brocade uniforms with embroidered spring swords hanging from their waists, like ghosts in the dark night, appeared instantly and surrounded the two of them in a fan shape. Above the head, a raging flame ignited from the ground, and a row of archers holding crossbows, they did not know when they had already lined up at the top of the city!

Just wait for an order, and all arrows will be fired to shoot and kill the powerful enemy under the imperial city.

The general manager, Liu Suifeng, swayed his folding fan lightly, floated out of the dust, walked out slowly, and said with a smile: "Wulin mythology has come out of the rivers and lakes again, sorry for my disappointment."

Wuming's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "The Emperor of Han knew we were coming?"

Liu Suifeng made a gesture of invitation, and said solemnly: "Your Majesty knows everything, and naturally he knows everything. Heavenly Sword Nameless, Wulin Mythology, Buddhist Monk Emperor, Unworldly Monk, Your Majesty has been waiting in the palace for a long time, please come in. Gong Yixu."

"Then it's better to obey than to be respectful."

Monk Wuming and Buxu looked at each other, they nodded, followed Liu Suifeng, and went straight into the Imperial City of Central Plains.

The two thought that after the war, the city must be full of barbarians, but what they saw before their eyes was not the case.

Iron armor clanging, armed with long spears and halberds, the soldiers of the Han Dynasty controlled the main roads inside and outside the imperial city, and patrolled the whole city, but there was no chaos at all. However, under the curfew, the doors of the people in the imperial city were closed, and the streets were very quiet. Not as lively as usual.

Liu Suifeng seemed to see the doubts of the two of them, and smiled sideways: "Your Majesty is sage, literary and martial, and he is the most powerful man in the world. The son of the great emperor surrendered the city in accordance with the number of days, and the great Han soldiers won the imperial city of the Central Plains without bloodshed. The people disarmed and surrendered, and the Ming Kingdom has since collapsed, and the Han Dynasty will become the lord of Shenzhou. The two arrived a few days late, and I have never seen a grand scene of millions of people kneeling together."

Wuming was secretly amazed.

He hides in the Zhonghua Pavilion and doesn't ask about martial arts, but he has learned a lot of news from all corners of the country, but the inside story of the Battle of the Central Plains Imperial City is unknown.

What I saw with my own eyes today, seeing that the imperial city was pacified and no civilians were killed, I was relieved a lot, and I was even more curious about the great Han emperor who never saw his head and tail.

At the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, the fireworks are brilliant.

In the imperial palace, it was quiet and deep, and the side of the white jade road was full of soldiers of the Han Dynasty, all of whom did not look sideways.

Wuming refreshed himself, and felt awe-inspiring: Han Wushu soldiers are physically strong, and their aura is stronger than that of ordinary Jianghu Wufu, obviously they all have kung fu!

Such an army composed of martial arts masters, with iron-like discipline, how terrible it would be to throw it on the battlefield! ?

Before he could think about it, Wuming's scalp was faintly numb, Liu Suifeng stopped outside the Golden Palace, cupped his hands towards the gate, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, I have brought you here."

"come in."

boom!

A gust of wind suddenly came from the ground, and the gate of the Vermilion Golden Palace opened.

Monk Buxu frowned slightly, and sighed secretly: "With just this one hand and the strength of Xu, this person's skill is unbelievably deep. I am absolutely no match for him. I hope Wuming can stop him."

In the past, when his master, Seng Huang, was alive, he had predicted the coming of the Great Tribulation with the Divine Artifact Mirror, and this catastrophe that swept across China is now in sight.

Liu Suifeng stood outside the hall with his hands tied, his nameless eyes were awe-inspiring, as if they could shine through the night, and he walked towards the golden hall with his head held high.

The Jinluan Hall is the place where the five hundred officials of the Ming Dynasty went to court, and it is also the center of power in China. There are dozens of coiled dragon pillars in the hall, and the night pearls are inlaid on the wall. Even in the dark night, it is as bright as day. breath.

On the red gold coiled dragon chair on the white jade steps, a young and heroic emperor sat with a golden sword on his horse. He sat upright, reviewing the memorials under the bright light, and there was a convincing demeanor invisibly, looking down on the majesty. , Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are in the palm of your hand.

"No name, see His Majesty the Great Han Emperor."

"The poor monk is true, see His Majesty the Great Han Emperor."

The two are reckless in the world, so there are not so many complicated etiquettes, one clasped fists, the other clasped hands, and bowed to salute.

Liu Hao put down the Shangshutai memorial in his hand, and said: "The myth of the martial arts, the sword god is nameless, are you here to ask for the hero's sword back?"

Wuming was stunned for a moment, cupped his fists and said, "I am rude and left the Hero Sword in the Han Court. Wuming came here today, partly to get back the Hero Sword, and the other part is to do something entrusted by my old friend."

The old friend he talks about is naturally the monk Buxu.

Monk Buxu clasped his hands together, his white monk clothes seemed to be shining brightly under the bright light, Jishou said: "Your Majesty has invited you several times, the poor monk should have obeyed, but Master has left a comment, in today's troubled times, a catastrophe is about to occur, The poor monk's martial arts are low, so he has to be cautious...today I have a question, I want to ask the Holy Emperor."...