Jin Yiwei starts from Ming Yugong

Chapter 72 The Madman
As the battle is over!

Xia Yan found that his loss was the biggest.

No one was caught, and the Jinyiwei was turned into ruins. Although Yang Ye said that the White Lotus Sect was catching the child, the credibility of this statement is only five points!

If Yang Ye refused to let go, if Yang Zikang insisted on fighting to the death, Xia Yan would have nothing to do with them.

This White Lotus Sect is an outlier in the Demon Sect, and even the Demon Sect calls the White Lotus Sect a cult.

The history of the White Lotus Sect can be traced back to the Southern and Northern Dynasties, spanning several dynasties, and was recognized in the Yuan Dynasty and developed rapidly.

But at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, the teachings were loose, and finally rebelled, and it was strictly prohibited at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, but it has always been repeatedly banned.

Da Ming's attack on the White Lotus Sect was stronger than that of the Ming Sect, but the rats in the gutter always existed, ready to bite Da Ming at any time.

Even the Ming court had no choice, Xia Yan could only choose to wait and see.

What's more, after watching the battle between Baihu and Yang Zikang, Xia Yan has a clearer understanding of the force value of this world.

There is a serious watershed between the congenital realm and the master realm.

If the innate realm can still be called low martial arts, the master realm has already reached the level of middle martial arts and even high martial arts.

However, in a world where land gods can be born, it is normal to be able to do this.

"Xia Yan, are you okay?" Sai Huatuo walked in quickly from outside the Jinyi Guard.

"Senior, I'm fine."

Xia Yan smiled, and introduced Aunt Gongsun, Yaoyue Lianxing, Baihu Xue Bing and others to him.

Sai Huatuo looked Lian Xing up and down, more so at Lian Xing's left hand and left foot.

"Presumptuous!" Yaoyue snorted coldly, and was about to make a move.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, Senior Sai just wanted to help Palace Master Lian Xing to see a doctor."

Xia Yan hurriedly stopped, and Sai Huatuo came back to his senses, and quickly explained: "Ah, yes, I just want to help her heal her injuries."

"Miss Lianxing, can your hands and feet move freely?"

Lian Xing nodded slowly, "My martial art is profound and profound, with the help of true energy, I can still move freely."

"Amazing, really amazing!" Sai Huatuo took a step forward, trying to grab Lianxing's left hand to check, but she dodged it.

"This is not a place for diagnosis and treatment!"

In public, Lian Xing was unwilling to expose her deformed left hand and foot.

"Everyone didn't rest well that night. Our Jinyiwei still has a branch in Fuzhou."

"I'll send someone to prepare some food. After eating and drinking enough, Senior Sai will help the Lord Lian Xing to make a diagnosis and treatment..."

Xia Yan understands Lian Xing's concerns, and is grateful for her unreserved teaching to him, and laughs as he walks down the steps for the two of them.

"Okay, the old man is really hungry, lead the way." Sai Huatuo smiled all over his face and urged Xia Yan to take him there.

"Sister, let's go together." Lian Xing nodded to Xia Yan to express his gratitude.

Yaoyue still had a cold face, but she also found that Sai Huatuo was really capable, and she could see the reality of Lianxing just by looking at "Look, Wen, Ask and Cut".

He might really be able to cure Lian Xing!

"Senior Sai, Palace Master Yaoyue, Palace Master Lianxing, Commander Baihu, Aunt Gongsun...you all come with me."

Xia Yan led the way and walked towards the original Jinyi Guards Office. At the same time, he ordered Chen Jiu and Lin Pingzhi to find someone to buy some food and come back.

Yang Zikang took Yang Ye away from Fuzhou City and headed straight for Yuanshan.

As soon as they arrived at the foot of Yuanshan Mountain, a white-haired old man who looked eighty percent like Murong An, but was two more vicissitudes, was already quietly waiting for them.

"Murong Town!"

Yang Zikang smelled the bloody smell in the air, looked at the densely packed corpses behind Murong Zhen, his face was extremely gloomy.

"You deliberately used Murong An to lure me to Fuzhou, just to slaughter my Mingjiao Five Elements Flag."

"No no no." Murong Zhen smiled all over his face, "Brother Yang is wrong, I am not trying to kill the Five Elements Flag, I just want to persuade them to surrender."

"It's a pity that some people didn't listen, so I had to kill them."

Yang Zikang felt a chill in his heart, and looked at Yang Ye.

"Yang Zuoshi, if I die, Mingjiao will be handed over to you."

Yang Ye was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Yang Zikang to have the will to die.

"Master, let's go together."

Yang Zikang operated the holy fire to make the magic power, and stood quietly in place.

"Go, go to Fuzhou City, and find that Jinyiwei Qianhu, only he can protect you."

Gritting his teeth, Yang Ye lived up to Yang Zikang's kindness, endured the injuries on his body, and jumped towards Fuzhou City with lightness kung fu.

"Brother Yang, since I dared to make a move, I naturally made all the preparations, he won't be able to leave."

Murong Zhen's expression was indifferent, just like his name, as if nothing in the world was worth his moving, always calm and calm.

"Hahaha, Yang Ye, I've wanted to fight you for a long time."

Yang Ye had just run about ten miles away when a thin figure stood in the way of Yang Ye's departure. This person showed madness all over his body, and his face was [-]% similar to Murong Zhen's.

"Murong Jun, you actually came to Yuanshan!"

Yang Ye's face changed wildly. Murong Jun is a servant of the Murong family, and his realm is also congenitally perfect.

The Murong family had obviously made preparations long ago.

Thinking of the scene where Murong An met him at the foot of Yuanshan Mountain, a chill rushed straight to the top of his head, and he gritted his teeth angrily.

"Mingjiao has traitors! Who dares to apostate!"

Murong Jun laughed loudly, drew the long sword out of its sheath in his hand, and used the Murong sword technique handed down in his family.

The sword light fell like a horse, before the sword arrived, the fierce sword energy had already pierced Yang Ye's face with pain.

Not to be outdone, Yang Ye smashed through the air like a pellet and hit the spine of the sword directly, avoiding the sword with skill.

When he struck out with both palms, five false and one solid or eight false and one real palm strengths were unpredictable, and Murong Jun couldn't distinguish between false and real, and actually dragged him back with his seriously injured body.

Seeing that Yang Ye was safe and sound, Yang Zikang looked at Murong Zhen and said, "In order to plot against me, you even used your own son as bait, that's really cruel."

"Brother Yang may not know." Murong Zhen said calmly. "I don't have many things, but I have many sons!"

Yang Zikang frowned, as far as he knew Murong An was Murong Zhen's only son.

"Do you know why?"

Murong Zhen didn't wait for Yang Zikang's answer, and continued: "I have summed up the root cause of the Murong family's failure: Weak children."

"My great-grandfather had only one son, my grandfather had only one son, my father had only one son, and every generation of the Murong family has only one son."

"Why did this happen? I checked for a long time, and finally found out that it was done by the retainers of Murong's family."

"Those retainers have been separated from the Murong family for several generations. They only want to guarantee their own power, so they secretly sent servants into Yanziwu to monitor the Murong family."

"Since the retainers are unreliable, I will have sons and daughters, and my children will inherit the power of the Murong family."

"I bought a large number of women, so that those retainers thought I was just a pleasure-seeking person."

"But they don't know that I secretly built another secret passage in the Huanshishui Pavilion. As long as someone is pregnant, I will take them to leave through the secret passage of the Huanshishui Pavilion."

"After the children are born, and when they are five years old, I will buy them into the Murong family in the name of servants."

"I am now in my forties, and my white hair is the result of my 20 years."

"Murong An is just a pawn, I released it to confuse those retainers."

Yang Zikang frowned even tighter, he didn't expect Murong Zhen to be so ruthless, the tiger's venom doesn't eat children, yet he let Murong An go to die.

"Why are you saying it now?"

Murong Zhen laughed out loud, his face full of complacency.

"Because those retainers are dead, I have taken back all the power of the Murong family, and I can raise children in an open and aboveboard manner."

"Three years ago, I repelled Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, who came to take over my Murong family from Mingjiao, and you all wanted to cooperate with me."

"I happened to be interested in the power of Mingjiao, so I pretended to cooperate with you, but secretly sent people to infiltrate Mingjiao."

"Now as long as you die, I can get the entire Mingjiao, and I will be able to complete the ancestral teachings by then."

Yang Zikang had to admire Murong Zhen, who could endure humiliation for 20 years before killing all the retainers who conspired against him.

At the same time, he felt that Murong Zhen was pitiful. He had been under surveillance for 20 years and had to pretend to be a playboy for 20 years. This kind of aggrieved is something ordinary people can bear.

Under Murong Zhen's seemingly calm appearance, there is a crazy heart hidden, otherwise he would not vent his emotions to him.

(End of this chapter)