This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

After the explosion, the flames filled the sky, and thick smoke billowed into the sky. Even if Lu Hanjiang held a telescope, it was difficult to see the scene clearly under such circumstances.

So he had no choice but to put away his tools, and when he turned around, he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly asked, "By the way, is Master Wu okay?"

Jin Yiwei under his command looked at each other, and hurriedly said: "According to the plan, Mr. Wu should have withdrawn from the explosion range in advance, so it should be fine, right?"

In the end, Jin Yiwei's expression was embarrassing. It was the first time he had seen the power of artillery, so his tone was naturally not so sure. However, Wu Qiming knew the plan in advance and withdrew in advance, so he should not be involved.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward for a while, but fortunately, a horseshoe neighing appeared in time to ease the situation. Wu Qiming got off his horse, tidied up the slightly messy image, and bowed forward: "I have seen the Commander."

"Master Wu please stand up, thank you for your hard work." Lu Hanjiang helped him up, and then immediately asked: "In Lord Wu's opinion, is the King Youyun still alive under the artillery fire?"

Wu Qiming pondered for a moment, and said: "The divine power cannon is extraordinary, if an ordinary master is caught off guard, Jiuquan will surely die, as for King Youyun"

Wu Qiming's words were cautious, which meant that he was not sure.

Lu Hanjiang nodded knowingly, then patted Jin Yiwei on the shoulder beside him, and said to him, "Shoot again."

That Jin Yiwei raised his head in shock, and then said awkwardly: "My lord, it's gone."

"Ah?" Lu Hanjiang was taken aback.

That Jin Yiwei lowered his head and explained: "My lord, we only brought two rounds of ammunition this time."

Lu Hanjiang's eyes widened: "I've been dawdling with those old things in the Ministry of War for a long time, so we just let us listen to them, right? This group of old people are just perfunctory like this? Wait a minute, isn't the Ministry of War under our control? They How dare you-"

The mouth of the Luhan River here is like a river, and there are constant complaints. The Jinyiwei below has no choice but to bite the bullet and listen. According to the court rules, of course the Jinyiwei cannot control the Ministry of War, but the Imperial Horse Supervisor can.

The Yuma Supervisor was under the supervision of the admiral of Xichang. As early as when Meng Yuan was in power, Xichang had been reduced to the echo of Jinyiwei. He killed someone and even robbed the seal. This time, Xichang was completely in nameless. He couldn't even respond to the response, and became a puppet directly.

Under such circumstances, the Ministry of War dared to deal with it in such a perfunctory manner, which really made Lu Hanjiang very upset. He made up his mind to find out the bad luck of these old men after returning to Beijing.

However, in fact, this was entirely a misunderstanding by Lu Hanjiang. The Ministry of War dared not refuse Jin Yiwei's request, but it was obviously too outrageous to use something like artillery to play.

The Ministry of War is already taking Jin Yiwei's face into consideration, and if there is no such consideration, Lu Hanjiang may not even borrow a musket, let alone artillery.

In the eyes of the court lords, the knights of the rivers and lakes are all reckless men in the wild. To dispatch the Jinyiwei to deal with it is already a sledgehammer. If you use artillery again, it will be a waste of national money. It is better than the old emperor's monastery palace. At least you can see someone film.

What Lu Hanjiang didn't know was that because of this incident, the Ministry of War had already been hammered into broken drums in the court hall, and even the Minister and Minister of the Ministry of War were pretending to be grandsons at home at the moment, claiming to be sick.

"Grandpa. Grandpa!"

In a daze, Dharma King Youyun seemed to hear his granddaughter calling him. He lay weakly on the ground, his whole body was bloody and bloody, and the flames and black smoke intertwined in front of his eyes, slowly blurring his vision.

There is a saying that before a person dies, the past will come to mind.

In front of King Youyun's eyes, the figure of his wife flashed past, followed by a pair of his sons and daughters, and the figures of his good friends passed in front of him one by one. The scene was like a revolving lantern, and finally it was fixed on a face full of tears. His only remaining granddaughter.

Slowly, Dharma King Youyun came back to his senses. He looked at the sobbing granddaughter beside him, raised his remaining arm, and stroked her face: "Qin'er."

"Grandpa!" The little demon girl held that hand tightly and refused to let go, as if by doing so, she could prevent her only relative from leaving.

Looking at the granddaughter who had just reached Ji in front of him, Dharma King Youyun was full of reluctance and love. When he thought that he would never be able to be with her again, the pain of parting from life and death came to his heart. Suddenly loosened a bit.

At that moment, Dharma King Youyun seemed to have a clear realization. Although he was seriously injured and difficult to get up, the true energy in his body was circulating along his meridians. The Yingying skill, which had been stuck in the ninth level for many years, was slowly moving towards the tenth level. Full progress.

After realizing this, King Youyun couldn't help laughing miserably. It seemed that Wu Qiming's guess was right. He opened his mouth, and a painful wail came out of his hoarse throat.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! What's the matter with you!" The little demon girl looked at the crying King Youyun, panicked for a while.

Tears flowed down the face of King You Yun, and it seemed that the death prophecy of the Xiaoyao School echoed in his ears again.

Vaguely, he remembered that there was a time when he asked those nagging disciples of the Xiaoyao sect why they wanted to live forever, and he remembered that the person's answer was because they were afraid of death.

Recalling the self at that time, it seems that I sneered at such a statement, but now, when I am struggling on the edge of life and death, when I think of this sentence again, what I have in my heart is only self-mockery of being young and frivolous.

"Qin'er. I'm sorry. Grandpa can't grow up with you."

Dharma King Youyun sobbed and said these words, closed his eyes deeply, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, his bloody hand slipped from the cheek of the little witch, and stopped on the other side's slender neck ——

In the next moment, Dharma King Youyun used the Beiming Divine Art with all his strength, absorbing all the internal energy from the little demon girl.

"Uh—!" The little demon girl was caught off guard, her throat was locked and she couldn't even utter a cry for help, the grief on her face gradually turned into panic, her two little hands struggled desperately to move the iron claw's palm, But already unable to do what he wanted.

Accompanied by the little demon girl's complexion quickly becoming pale and feeble, Dharma King Youyun's breathing, which was originally vigorous, became powerful again.

He slowly opened his eyes, staring at the struggling pain on the little demon girl's face, the begging look in the other's eyes was like a needle, piercing deeply into his heart, that despair, almost like a raging fire, Burn his most cherished family relationship to ashes.

The desolate tears of the little demon girl fell and hit the face of Lord Youyun, turning them into tears of despair, and he swallowed the pain and turned it into the motivation to catalyze the lighting technique.

Like a green plant that has dried up for many years in the desert, King Youyun's Photo Shadow Art greedily absorbs this desperate misery, and the aura of the little demon girl gradually fades, and instead, he seems to be nourished, and the true energy in his body is frantically agitated stand up.

King Youyun never denied his love for Qu Lianqin, but at this moment, the granddaughter who had been regarded as the apple of his eye for many years died in front of his eyes, and the person who did it was himself. This is not because he wanted to admit his hypocrisy, on the contrary, he Think of it as part of love too.

Turning the most cherished treasure in his heart into his own nourishment bit by bit, Qu Lianqin's despair at this moment is the best seasoning for this love. It is precisely because he loves this granddaughter so much that the pain of this feedback can Promote the progress of photography skills.

Dharma King Youyun's whole body was burning hot, he couldn't breathe, as if even his eyes were stained red, but what was surging in his chest was excitement and anticipation, even though it was distorted and ugly, like a swamp full of rubbish Filthy, but such is the love he has for his granddaughter.

He had no doubts about it.

After taking away the internal energy, he took the life of his granddaughter with his own hands. Under the bloody body, balls of black air condensed and rolled, like a big wave, slowly lifting him up.

Streams of black air adhered to his legs with visible bones, causing King Youyun to stand up again. He turned his back to the sky and grinned loudly. His throat full of smoke and fire was like a blocked pipe, and he could only let out dry and Stuffed voice.

But Dharma King Youyun still couldn't stop laughing, it was the first time he felt that being alive was so beautiful, after laughing, he immediately activated his inner strength and fled towards the distance without looking back.