Smelting and Exploding the Heavens

Chapter 50 State Funeral
Fan Zhuoyuan looked at the other party with a half-smile, but nodded slightly, "It seems that you are going to drink the national mourning wine."

The other party nodded again and again, "Japan...Japan is small but not humble, has little power but does not fear the strong, is rude and insults big neighbors, is greedy and clumsy, and perishes!"

Hearing the samurai wagging his tail and begging for mercy, the samurai waiting for seppuku were silent.

On the contrary, the onlookers were greatly despised and sneered and cursed.

Fan Zhuoyuan nodded and said, "That's right! I didn't expect you to have read Han Feizi and know the truth."

The warrior's eyes were full of fear, and there was a dog-like smile on his face, "I have always worshiped the theory of heaven and the kingdom of heaven. In the past, I was blinded by lard. Today, under the guidance of the general, I finally enlightened. I wish to be loyal to the kingdom of heaven forever, General!"

"Very well, my general needs a talent like you who is capable of writing and martial arts. Go drink the national funeral wine. From now on, I will serve as a centurion under my general's command, and you will be responsible for the public security of Kyoto."

When the other party heard this, there was actually a reward, and he was in charge of public security in Kyoto!
He is just the patriarch of a small family, he has no soldiers and no power, and often he may not even be able to eat enough. He often has to blackmail some merchants to make ends meet, and even some merchants with powerful families behind them dare not offend.

I didn't expect that today's move would actually turn myself over!If I knew it earlier, I would have sold my country earlier!
Immediately, he kowtowed a few more times without hesitation, ran back to his original position triumphantly, poured the national funeral wine, and drank it in public.

Along the way, insults were heard endlessly.

The samurai who drank the national mourning wine swept away his previous despair and despondency, and looked proudly at the person who insulted him just now.

"Since you have the righteousness of your family and country in your mind, then drink the wine of martyrdom! Why don't you dare to drink it!

In fact, you are not the same, you are all a bunch of cowards, what right do you have to scold me?

Besides, what is wrong with Han Feizi's words? Japan humiliates a big country with a small country, and it should be destroyed!
What's wrong with dying? !If we can be merged into the Kingdom of the Heavenly Dynasty, we will all be citizens of the Heavenly Dynasty in the future, Chinese nobles, isn't our status more noble than that of the contemptuous Di? "

These few words directly hit back at the weakness of those who insulted the warriors just now. They didn't drink the poisoned wine at the beginning, and of course they didn't have the guts at this time.

In particular, some people are still making up their minds. Seeing that it is beneficial to join the Yuan army early, why should they die for nothing?In this way, not only will the family not get the slightest benefit, but it is also likely to be liquidated in the future.

The more people think, the more people hesitate, and the more people get up to drink the national mourning wine.

The warrior looked at the changes in the crowd triumphantly, and there was a feeling that it was not my fault that I surrendered. You see, everyone surrendered. Since they are all greedy for life and afraid of death, no one can despise anyone!

Then he faced Fan Zhuoyuan and was about to bow, but feeling uncomfortable, he folded his arms together and bowed.

Mei smiled and said: "General, in the future, my subordinates are determined to put down the law and order in Japan, and I will do my best to die! Never dare to have two hearts! Otherwise, heaven and earth will perish!"

Fan Zhuoyuan was very satisfied with the opponent's leadership effect, nodded slightly, turned around, and looked at the other warriors.

Immediately, several warriors knelt down to him, expressing their allegiance, and Fan Zhuoyuan accepted them all with a smile, and granted them corresponding official positions.

Seeing the situation, the rest did not have any psychological burden, and they decisively followed and pledged their allegiance together. Naturally, those who surrendered later did not have the same treatment as those who surrendered first. In order to obtain the maximum benefit.

After this group of warriors who started out strong gave up their integrity one by one, their integrity was no longer valuable.

Only a few brainless people at the scene cried a few times and drank poisoned wine to commit suicide, while most people drank the national mourning wine silently.

Fan Zhuoyuan returned to his seat, "Very well, a good bird chooses a tree to live in. You are all farsighted people, who contributed greatly to the destruction of Japan, and you should leave your name on the stele to be known to future generations."

As he spoke, he took out the Four Treasures of the Study, asked everyone to write their names, and then asked them to hand it over to the craftsman who carved the stele outside.

With the previous compromise, even if this step was unacceptable, they all accepted it with their noses pinched.

Leaving such a shameful name, I am afraid that in order not to shame the descendants in the future, they will definitely assist the Yuan army to suppress the rebels in other areas, and then completely push behind the wheel of history and accelerate the merger of Japan and China.

At this time, the monument was nearly finished, and Fan Zhuoyuan ordered to clean up the mess on the scene, and all the corpses were moved out.

Then continue to dance and play music, the Japanese-style dance music is roughly like the song "Sakura" in a slow tone, which is really sad, and immediately makes the national mourning more worthy of the name.

After the banquet, Fan Zhuoyuan led the crowd out to watch the monument stand erected in the ground and fixed at the gate of the palace city, showing to the whole of Japan the great achievements of Fan Jiajun as conquerors, and officially buried the country of Japan in the grave of history.

After everyone saluted the monument, Fan Zhuoyuan ordered them to disperse.

Ciyin's body was taken away by the abbot of Hongan Temple, and he was taken all the way back to the back mountain of Hongan Temple, where he was buried with Jin Jingjing's elder brother Hojo Chohide and his wife.

Jing Jingren knelt in front of the tomb. Everything he experienced today, the shame and the grief, was like a heart-eating Gu, gnawing at his heart all the time.

He pulled out the famous family knife he had hidden, and stood in front of the tombstone, facing a maple tree.

This stagnant stillness lasted for a long time. Under the great grief and hatred, he felt as if he could abandon everything, no, or he had lost everything in the first place.

When the Yuan army conquered Japan for the first time seven years ago, his family was slaughtered by the Yuan army on Tsushima Island.

In this second anti-Yuan war, my friends, elders, lovers, brothers, and masters all died at the hands of Yuan Kou.

What is there to worry about in this world today?

Since there is no one, I am the only one in the world.

He closed his eyes, comprehended the state of mindless mind that his master had mentioned, and slowly grasped the famous sword with both hands.

Then, he opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were as scarlet as blood, and he slashed out with all his strength, like a bolt of purple lightning!
The power of this knife is no less than that of his master!
With just one blow, not only did the hundred-year-old maple tree split in two, the violent sword light also cut a very deep sword mark on the ornamental stone behind the tree!

Hitoshi Kagami let out a long breath, turned his back to the tombstone and said, "Master, Senior Brother... I have fully grasped Wu Nian's single slash...but I paid a price that I would never want to pay."

After sighing these words, Jin Jingjing put his sword back in its sheath, and looked at the viewing bluestone that had been chopped off just now.

At this moment, his expression froze, and then twisted.

Suddenly, the knife mark on the chest of senior brother Beijo Changxiu appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help pushing back the process of cutting out the knife mark.

Before that, he had not reached the level of cultivation, but now, he gradually coincided with the state of Master and himself who had cut out the state of Wunian.

Only such a knife can cut out such injuries.

So...Kagei Jin shook his head frantically and in pain, smiled and said, "Impossible, I must be thinking too much."

(End of this chapter)