Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 663 Dream Return to Mianzhou
Huguang region, Yuezhou Prefecture.

In the burning valve tower, a human head shot up, scarlet blood scattered, and the burnt air was suddenly filled with a pungent smell of blood.

“This is the last one.”

The flickering firelight illuminated Yang Bai Ze's face. His brows were filled with deep fatigue, and he slowly exhaled the foul air that was stuck in his chest.

Now, in the entire Nanzhili area, all the diehards who are still loyal to the Spring and Autumn Society have been eliminated without exception.

Yang Bai Ze, who was in charge of the execution, hardly slept during this period. He ran around everywhere with the merchants' laws and regulations. It would not be an exaggeration to say that corpses were everywhere wherever he went.

Fortunately, Yan Dongqing suddenly withdrew and defected, leaving the Spring and Autumn Society leaderless. In addition, Li Jun intervened strongly and slaughtered all the high-level members of the Spring and Autumn Society, causing the morale of the society to be demoralized. With everyone in danger, many powerful families, in order to protect themselves, cleared out the members of the Spring and Autumn Society in their clans, saving Yang Baize a lot of effort.

Of course, the most crucial point is that the people behind the Spring and Autumn Society chose to let go completely. Otherwise, such a huge force rooted in the Confucian Order for many years would not be wiped out in such a short time.

Even at this moment, Yang Bai Ze was still clear that there were still remnants of the Spring and Autumn Society among these aristocratic families, and they would be revived immediately once Yan Dongqing raised his hand.

However, no matter what, this new party, which once had the potential to shake the New Donglin Party's dominant position in the Confucian order, has now become a thing of the past.

As for whether it might happen again in the future, Yang Baize is not worried.

Because in his opinion, Yan Dongqing, the only person capable of reviving the Chunqiu Society, has almost no chance of survival.

Even if Li Jun wasn't there, Longhu Mountain would never let him get away easily before squeezing out every last bit of value from him.

"It is easy to die, but it is hard to be reborn. How many people in history can do this?"

Yang Bai Ze nodded towards Shang Lu who was standing beside the corpse in the distance. He raised his hand to brush away the ashes that had fallen on his shoulders, and at the same time brushed away the complicated thoughts in his mind.

"We can't rest now. The teacher was just attacked, and there will definitely be more actions next. This fight has now officially begun."

As Yang Baize pondered, a chill suddenly gripped his heart. He turned back subconsciously and saw a strange snowfall outside the collapsed valve building, and the coldness of midwinter continued to spread.

The lights on both sides of the long street flickered, and the shadows frozen on the road surface kept wriggling like living things.

Figures stood up one after another, some of them were complete, some were incomplete, some looked like normal people, while others had deformed limbs, presenting a grotesque and hideous appearance.

But without exception, they all had facial features that Yang Bai Ze was very familiar with.

They were all members of the Spring and Autumn Society who died in his hands!
The smell of burnt food and blood from the burning building disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by a lingering stench of corruption emanating from those creatures that were either human or ghostly.

In addition to the burning stench, there were also low, hoarse wails and the sound of bones struggling, creating a terrifying scene that seemed like a ghost cave.

Surrounded by a group of ghosts, stood a black-robed wizard wearing a golden mask.

Yang Bai Ze could see clearly that the shadow that bred ghosts was spreading out from under the other party's feet, and the shadows of countless arms were extending out along the hem of his robe.

"Ok?"

The strangeness under his feet made Yang Bai Ze look down, and he saw that the ground where he was standing was covered with broken flesh and bones. When he raised his feet, he could pull up a sticky red thread.

“It’s really constructed like that.”

Yang Bai Ze grinned, but suddenly a gurgling sound came from between his legs.

A human head passed through the legs from behind and rolled into Yang Bai Ze's sight, facing upwards, with a pair of eyes filled with resentment wide open, and blood flowing from the broken corners of the eyes.

"Pay my life! Pay my life!"

Amidst the shrill screams, a strong wind blew straight in front of him.

Yang Bai Ze raised his head suddenly, and a face as pale as paper appeared in front of him. The resurrected Xu Haichao opened his mouth like a beast and bit towards Yang Bai Ze's throat!

Pfft!

Sharp teeth squeezed into the tiger's mouth and five fingers clasped the face.

Shang Lu, who followed into this dream, stood beside Yang Bai Ze and raised "Xu Haichao" with one hand.

"He's from the East Palace. Be careful. Don't let this rat find a loophole and steal your heart."

Shang Lu, with a stern expression, gave an instruction, then raised his wrist and flicked it downwards, then threw it out casually.

Xu Haichao fell to the ground, his spine broken, but he was still twisting on the ground like a snake, his eyes fixed on Yang Baize, his teeth opening and closing, making people shudder.

"Just stay here and wait for me to break this dream first."

Yang Bai Ze felt something heavy in his hand, and saw Shang Lu handed him something that felt cold and hard and was shaped like a weight.

Suddenly, Yang Bai Ze felt that there were some inexplicable things in his mind, which seemed like rules and regulations, or like a judgment document. He wanted to take a closer look, but he could only vaguely see his name written on it, and next to it was the word "not guilty" written in vermilion handwriting.

Before Yang Bai Ze could come to his senses, the sound of a sharp weapon rang in his ears.

Zheng!
Shang Lu had a pitch-black ruler in his hand, which at first glance looked like a long, narrow sword with a sharp blade.

He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but Yang Bai Ze always felt that in this dream, the pressure emanating from Shang Lu was much stronger than in the real world.

"The Yellow Millet Dreamland is not a lawless place!"

A thought popped into Yang Bai Ze's mind, and a dark shadow flashed across his sight. Shang Lu had already rushed out of the building.

Pfft!

The ruler passed across Xu Haichao's raised face, splitting his body vertically like a fire knife cutting oil.

Shang Lu did not stop walking, raising his arm and swung it horizontally, and a black arc of light came out of the ruler in his hand. The several ghosts in front of him were not hit by the arc of light, but their flying bodies were suddenly nailed to the ground. Ink-like flames spewed out of their mouths and noses, burning their bodies into ashes in an instant.

The remaining smoke rose up and swirled, condensing into the three identical words "traitorous party crime".

Malfeasance, laziness, murder, corruption, and treason.
There are 15 articles in the civil service law and 18 articles in the official law system.
Shang Lu was like a judge who stepped out of the underworld. He judged many escaped evil ghosts according to the law, and punished them fairly and without any injustice.

Wherever the ruler passed, the members of the Spring and Autumn Society were unstoppable. They couldn't even utter a wailing sound, and were burned to ashes from the inside out by the flames of the law.

But what was strange was that even though the ghosts surrounding him were disappearing rapidly, the wizard wearing the golden mask remained motionless.

Only the snowflakes falling from the gap in the sky squeezed by the buildings on both sides were getting bigger and denser.

"Stealing an official's dream without authorization is a crime."

"To fabricate evil images of ghosts and demons is the second sin."

"Desecrating the resting place of the dead souls is the third sin."

"Huangliang is guilty of breaking the law, and he is guilty of the same crime as the present world! Submit!"

Shang Lu shouted loudly, raised the ruler in his hand high, and chopped it down on Zhao Yin's head.

clang!
A loud bang drowned out the echoing voices of conviction and sentence.

The scene of death and broken dreams did not appear in Yang Bai Ze's eyes. Standing in the distance, he frowned, his solemn gaze fell on Shang Lu's suddenly motionless back.

"I haven't heard anyone mention this thing in the Ming Dynasty law for many years."

Zhao Yin's contemptuous voice came from under the golden mask, "But I want to ask you, in this dream, where are the laws and rules?"

"Have"

A cold word came out from between his clenched teeth, and Shang Lu, who continued chopping, was gradually covered by the heavy snow.

"Even if there is, it is not the common people's law that you have already broken apart, but the rules of the new world set by the East Palace."

"This sir, is the new law!"

Zhao Yin slowly raised his right hand, and two jade-white fingers emerged from under his robe, and he bent his fingers and tapped on the ruler.

clang!
The tremor echoed, and a shock wave suddenly spread out, lifting up the snow on the ground and sweeping in all directions like an avalanche.

The wind and snow were blowing in his face, Yang Bai Ze instinctively lowered his head, raised his hands to block in front of him, bent his legs, but was still blown backwards. After an unknown amount of time, Yang Bai Ze felt the pressure in front of him ease, and hurriedly looked up.

The roaring snowstorm had subsided, and the figures of Shang Lu and Yin Yang Xu also disappeared, and the city streets had become unrecognizable.

But inexplicably, Yang Bai Ze felt that these low and dilapidated houses and buildings in front of him seemed familiar.

"Mianmian County?!"

Yang Bai Ze's pupils suddenly shrank, and the memories hidden deep in his mind burst out like a dam breaking, and his hands clenched into fists.

There was clearly a world of ice and snow before my eyes, but there was a scorching heat burning my back, and the crackling sound of fire snakes biting the beams was endless, mixed with faint sighs.

Yang Bai Ze turned stiffly, and what came into his sight was a house surrounded by fire.

A broken corpse lay in the ruins of collapsed houses and a broken plaque was thrown on the steps. The four large gold-painted characters "Poetry and Books Continue the World" shone blindingly in the firelight.

In the only remaining main hall, two armchairs were placed side by side, with a white-haired old man who looked intimidating without even getting angry and a young scholar with a smile on his face sitting on the left and right respectively.

"Yang Bai Ze, let me ask you, have you ever humiliated the reputation of my Yang family?"

"Xiao Bai Ze, Second Uncle wants to ask you, have you been doing well during this time away from home?"

A stern question and a tender inquiry, two completely opposite voices rang in my ears at the same time.

Yang Bai Ze looked at these two faces that had appeared in his dreams more than once, and he could no longer keep his mind calm. His lips moved, but countless words were stuck in his throat.

"You are so timid. How can you be the descendant of Yang Huchu?"

The old man raised his palm and slapped the armrest heavily, saying angrily: "How can you enhance the reputation of my Yang family?"

"Master"

Even though the weight in his palm was as hot as a burning coal, and even though he knew clearly that he was in a dream created by someone else, Yang Bai Ze still couldn't bear the throbbing that touched his heart.

An indigo official robe emerged from his body, and the Confucian hat on his head extended into a black gauze hat, with two symmetrical hat wings popping out. The crisp chirping of birds echoed among the firelight.

Facing the old man's delighted gaze, Yang Bai Ze bent down and lowered his head. He wanted to bow and clasp his hands together, but found that his sleeves had become empty at some point.

The weight fell to the ground with a clang.

Yang Bai Ze seemed to be unaware of everything, still bowing and saying: "The unfilial son Bai Ze, entered the officialdom and rose through the ranks, first as the envoy to Inuyama Castle in the Japanese district, and later as the magistrate of Huating County in Songjiang Prefecture. The people under his rule were not disturbed by the calamities of the great swans, nor by the disturbances of the party struggles. He did not seek fame, but had a clear conscience."

At the end of his words, Yang Bai Ze slowly raised his head, his face already covered with tears, but a happy smile hung on the corners of his mouth.

"Second uncle, Bai Ze is doing well, don't worry."

"My child, you have suffered so much."

The two men nodded in satisfaction, not caring at all that flames were already rising beneath their feet.

Yang Shuo asked sadly, "Bai Ze, it is the Yang family who feels sorry for you. We did not help you at all, but instead caused you to lose both arms, leave your homeland, and become homeless. Do you still blame us?"

Yang Baize shook his head: "No wonder."

"Since I am already an official, since I am already an official"

Yang Hujue spoke in a loud voice, but his words were unexpectedly hesitant. His flashing eyes reflected the figure without arms. Even with a heart as cold as his, he could no longer speak those high-sounding principles.

The old man sighed, his momentum weakened, and his voice became weaker, with a hint of pleading.

"Take some time to return to Mianzhou County, so that all the ancestors can see you and know that the Yang family has a successor."

Yang Bai Ze nodded: "My son will remember this."

"Bai Ze, come here, come closer, let Second Uncle take a good look at you."

Yang Shuo raised his hand and waved, and Yang Huchu also showed an expectant expression.

But Yang Bai Ze remained unmoved, and his eyes gradually became calm.

"Kid, what's wrong with you? Come here, why don't you come over? Come here!"

"How dare you disobey your elders, you rebellious son?!"

The gentle call gradually turned into a fierce shout, and the expression of the person in the chair became ferocious and resentful. The flames under his feet wrapped around him and burned the two people into skeletons.

The skeletons and chairs collapsed into ashes at the same time, and the raging sea of ​​fire completely engulfed the entire Yang family.

Heavy snow fell again, covering the ground with debris and ashes.

"You are clearly already aroused, why are you unwilling to obey?"

Zhao Yin, wearing a golden mask, emerged in the heavy snow with a slightly puzzled look in his eyes.

"Yang Bai Ze, you should know that as long as you want, they can all be resurrected."

"Resurrection? Then you underestimate the Yang family."

Yang Bai Ze shook his head and sneered: "If you want to deceive people with dreams in the future, remember to use your brain more. The Nine Lords of the East is just a joke."

"court death!"

Being mocked in person by a low-ranking Confucian scholar, Zhao Yin could not help but become angry and ashamed. He waved his sleeves, and suddenly a number of mound-like bulges appeared in the snow. The roar for life was like a tsunami.

"The law is the order of the world and the order of the world. If the people believe in the law, the country will prosper. If the people violate the law, chaos will occur."

An old but loud voice suddenly sounded, instantly drowning out all the screams and howls.

Yang Bai Ze turned his head and looked to his side, but saw a figure he had never seen before.

He wore a Feiyu suit, an embroidered spring sword, messy hair like a lion, and had a resolute expression.

The burly old man held the sword in his right hand, and a cold light leaked out from the scabbard.

"Law-abiding people? A chicken and a dog. Huh?!"

The sarcasm coming from behind the mask suddenly turned into a scream.

Under Yang Bai Ze's astonished gaze, the enemy in front of him suddenly knelt down, the mask on his face cracked inch by inch, revealing a horrified face.

"How could you possibly find me?!"

Click
Fine cracks spread before my eyes, and the dream began to shatter.

"It seems like the brat is doing pretty well."

In the distorted and changing vision, Yang Bai Ze heard the crisp sound of a knife being sheathed and a heroic laugh.

What followed was a deafening roar.

boom!
His vision became clear again, and the series of shocking changes made Yang Bai Ze sweat profusely and gasp for breath.

A black and red lightning struck from the sky, but it was eerily silent.

There was a 'pop' sound.

A tattered corpse was thrown at Yang Bai Ze's feet, with a few fragments glowing with golden light embedded in the eroded facial features that were almost sunken into the skull.

"I held back so that his body remained intact. Do you want to vent your anger by stepping on it a few times?"

Yang Bai Ze wiped the sweat off his face, raised his head and looked at the man in front of him with his arms folded, with a smile on his face.

"It's done!"

(End of this chapter)