After becoming the villain

Chapter 255 "Heaven and Earth" and "Posthumous Name Zhongwu"

Dragon Killing Tomb.

Cheng Huanian met Liu Hansheng, the general of the Han Kingdom in the former Shu region.

The two fought fiercely.

Cheng Huanian's current strength has not regressed, and is even stronger than before.

However, after losing his arm, Liu Hansheng had been practicing swordsmanship with his left hand for more than ten years, and he was actually more accomplished than the martial artist back then.

After fighting against Cheng Huanian for a while, he felt that the other party was not as good as before.

Cheng Huanian asked the "white horse righteous followers" around him to go ahead to protect the king.

After that, they fought fiercely for a long time and spent most of their energy before they escaped from the battle with Liu Hansheng.

When Cheng Huanian came to the Jedi Place of Killing Dragon Mausoleum, he found that in the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, thousands of troops were weeping and kneeling in worship.

And the king has died in front of the prince.

Cheng Huanian's face froze, as if a bolt from the blue flashed through his mind.

He immediately fell off his horse, and the white robe and armor he usually cherished the most were now broken and dirty.

He let out a hoarse sound, weeping.

The entire Zhenbei Army has never cried so loudly.

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Great work.

Jinling Palace.

In the middle of the night, the Yangxin Hall was brightly lit, just like daylight.

The old emperor Zhao Purui walked quietly among the rows of bells and drums.

He held a copper hammer and struck slowly from time to time.

Each bell and drum shakes continuously and makes sounds of different timbres.

Behind the old emperor, the "Emperor", the new masked commander-in-chief of the Dragon Guard Division, was following him respectfully.

A secret agent came to visit urgently.

The old emperor stayed up late at night, and finally got the news...

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

The secret agent knelt down, kowtowed, and said nervously——

"The team of King Zhenbei returning to the north was ambushed, and King Zhenbei... died."

When the old emperor heard this, the copper hammer in his hand fell to the ground and made a harsh sound.

The emperor on the side also reacted immediately.

He stepped forward and squatted down to help the emperor pick up the copper hammer, raising his hands above his head.

The old emperor did not rush to get the copper hammer, but just whispered lightly——

"Yan Dong, he is finally dead."

"... Died in front of me. Died in my hands."

Zhao Purui said, he did not use the title of emperor.

When the emperor heard this, he didn't think much about it and immediately echoed: "Brother Emperor, Shenwu, God bless you."

"Yan Dong is dead."

The old emperor picked up the copper hammer presented by the "Emperor" in one hand.

He struck on the bells and drums that symbolized the nine states in the world, and all of a sudden the bells and drums kept shaking and making various sounds.

"Who else is my opponent in this world?"

"Everyone in the world will kneel at my feet!"

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In the imperial court.

In order to deal with the King of Zhenbei, Da Qian dispatched [-] "Heavenly Gan Army" and [-] "Earth Kun Army".

These are the two ace armies in the hands of Emperor Daqian.

It was created by Xiao Tianzuo, the former general of the army and Shangzhu Kingdom, with a total of only [-].

As a result, half of them were used up just to kill King Zhenbei, and they all died in the Dragon Killing Tomb.

Dongchang, Anmen, and the Sixth Division are all working hard on this battle.

On the rivers and lakes.

The emperor's black glove "Emperor", with a huge golden mountain as a reward and the support of the imperial court as a promise, secretly issued a Jianghu order to summon the world's masters to help the imperial court in this operation.

Driven by [Tingyun Pavilion], countless sects responded positively and sent their top masters there.

In the past, the battle between the Demon Cult and the Martial Arts Alliance at Guangmingding was supposed to wipe out most of the heroes and masters in the arena.

Now, not only the neutral sects of the two major forces, but also the masters who participated in them all fell in the final battle with the King of Zhenbei.

The rivers and lakes withered for a while.

[Tingyun Pavilion] The latest "Jianghu Master List", 32 masters in the world, died in less than a year, and only a few masters such as Su Xin were left.

This round of "The Master List of Jianghu" is also jokingly called the "Deadly List of Jianghu" by the world.

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Yanbei City.

The whole city is deserted and merchants are closed.

No singing, no laughing.

The coffin of King Zhenbei was parked in the main hall of Yanbei Palace.

The official burial was three days later.

Representatives of messengers from the sixteen northern states, three Hetao states, and even more places, sects, and forces came to Yanbei to express their condolences to the King of Zhenbei.

Even foreign countries such as the Western Regions, Tubo, and Northern Xinjiang also sent envoys.

During this time, Yan Wulu knelt in front of his father's coffin.

He was wondering if this period of time was the longest period of time he had been alone with his father...

In the past, when he was a child, the King of Zhenbei would always lead the army on expeditions; when the world was first settled, he and his father would often spend less time together and more time apart.

Messengers would continue to come to pay their respects to the coffin of King Zhenbei.

Even the old emperor who was far away in Jinling sent a special envoy to pursue the king of Zhenbei and gave him the posthumous title of "Zhongwu".

The old emperor even stayed away from court for three days specifically to commemorate the death of King Zhenbei, and the whole world mourned.

This was never possible in the first half of the life of the Great Emperor.

Chen Danyang, who was already the chief of etiquette in the palace, heard about it and found Yan Wulu, the eldest son who had not yet officially become king.

He knelt down next to Yan Wulu and reported the report respectfully and like a casual chat——

"Your Highness, Emperor Daqian, your posthumous title is 'Zhongwu'."

"What's going on?" Yan Wulu's words were cold.

Dressed in white mourning clothes, he knelt quietly in front of Yan Dong's coffin.

"The crown prince, 'Zhongwu', I heard was inscribed by the emperor himself. It is a posthumous title that has never been seen before among the princes, vassals, and civil and military officials of Daqian."

Chen Danyang said in surprise, and he continued to explain——

"Generally speaking, except for the emperor, the posthumous titles of the princes and officials of Daqian Dynasty all have two characters. Among them, the posthumous titles of civil servants start with "wen", and the posthumous titles of military officers start with "wu"."

"... Among civil servants, the most beautiful posthumous titles are 'Zheng, Cheng, Zhuang, Duan, Ding, Jian, Yi, Xian'. The posthumous title of Prime Minister Qin Shuzheng is 'Wenzheng', which is already the highest posthumous title among civil servants."

"... As for the posthumous titles of military attachés, the beautiful ones are 'Ning, Yi, Min, Hui, Xiang, Shun, Su, Jing'. The highest posthumous title is undoubtedly 'Wu Ning'."

Chen Danyang said.

Yan Wulu closed his eyes slightly, but his expression did not change at all.

Seeing this, Chen Danyang continued -

"Emperor Daqian gave the king the posthumous title of 'Zhongwu'. In every sense of the word, these two words are an excellent posthumous title."

"...Moreover, this posthumous title was inscribed by the emperor himself, and it is completely different from the other posthumous titles of Daqian. It has been the only one in the ages."

Yan Wulu heard the sound and finally opened his eyes. His words were light but powerful.

"Father, he deserves the only posthumous title that belongs to him throughout the ages... Although I don't like these two words written by Zhao Purui."

When Chen Danyang heard the words, he nodded slightly, seeming to understand but not understanding.

Suddenly a bearded official heard this and spoke inappropriately -

"Your Majesty, you are quite generous. In order to save the king's face, you actually gave the king this unique posthumous title in the world."

When Yan Wulu heard the sound, he glanced at the ceremony officer from the corner of his eye, and his cold expression changed slightly.

The people around him suddenly felt a cold pressure on their heads, making people afraid to speak easily.

Official Huzi did not know the real cause of death of King Zhenbei.

...That is the highest level secret in Northland now.

Most people in the world also believe that King Zhenbei died in an ambush and siege by Jianghu desperadoes, demons, wolves and former Han Dynasty rebels.

Yan Wulu didn't get up or make any move.

He quietly looked at the coffin of black wood and gold silk, and said coldly——

"Posthumous titles are of no use to people while they are alive, and posthumous titles are only for living people to see."

"My father has made unparalleled contributions to the unification of the world. Regarding his face, does he need the posthumous title of Zhao Purui to protect his face?"

Yan Wulu's two short words immediately silenced the entire palace.

"Zhao Purui is still a sane person, and he doesn't use any evil nicknames to humiliate Beidi."

"... Mr. Li, if you admire Zhao Purui so much, why not go to Jinling and become an official. I'm afraid this Yanbei can't accommodate a god like Mr. Li."

When Yan Wulu spoke, there was a kind of terrifying majesty in his strange aura.

When the bearded official named Li heard this, he immediately kowtowed and begged for mercy.

Yan Wulu waved his hand slightly, and immediately a sergeant stepped forward, dragged him out, stripped off the purple official uniform, and took off the black gauze hat.

The officials in the entire palace stood silently and knelt to watch the mourning, not daring to breathe again.

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Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

Today's weather suddenly dropped in temperature, and the first heavy snow in winter fell on the Northland.

Yanbei City was extremely solemn.

Silence enveloped the city.

Some people stood spontaneously on the streets of Yanbeicheng, handing out white cloth ribbons and paper money to passers-by;

The vendors on Huaxin Street who used to keep selling their food have closed down their stalls early today;
With tears in the eyes of countless people, they gathered on a long street, waiting for the arrival of this team.

A white-haired old man, leaning on a cane, stood among the crowd on the street.

His grandson supported him.

The old man came here specifically from a rural area in the North. He had been walking since the day he heard about the death of King Zhenbei.

Today, I finally caught up.

Under the sky full of snowflakes.

People quietly looked at the vast procession of coffins, as they approached from a distance, and the flying white paper money blended with the snowflakes.

The whole world is plain, and the whole city is dressed in white.

Unlike ordinary princes and nobles, sedans and carriages are used to carry coffins during burials.

The coffin of King Zhenbei was carried by eight coffin bearers wearing armor and white headbands to the White Stone Cemetery.

The young prince was at the front of all the coffin bearers, behind him were the five famous generals in the Zhenbei Army, and at the end were Ye Changtian and Li Mieling.

As coffin bearers, the eight of them were the eight people closest to King Zhenbei.

There is no need to say much about the first six.

As for what Ye Changtian and Li Mieling said.

When Yan Wulu was still engaged to Princess Taiping in Jinling, Ye and Li first joined the Zhenbei Army, and the King of Zhenbei had many interactions with them.

King Zhenbei even taught them martial arts and military skills in private.

Among them, Li Mieling regarded Yan Dong, the king of Zhenbei, as one of only two people worthy of respect in the world today.

There was a deep entanglement between Ye Changtian and Yan Dong. To this day, Ye Changtian still can't forget the incident when Yan Dong forced him to eat rotten buns.

...Although I no longer remember hating Yan Dong.

Seeing this situation, I was quite touched.

The grandson who accompanied the old man didn't understand why his grandfather came in such a hurry and desperate for his life.

The old man was full of tears.

He took out the military merit plate that only those in the Zhenbei Army had. He grabbed his grandson's hand and chanted it repeatedly.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, he is a very good person. He is a very powerful person."

"He led us to defeat the barbarians who massacred us, he led us to defeat those who captured our homeland, and he led us to usher in a peaceful and prosperous age..."

"He gave us land, gave us military honors, gave us dignity, and gave us everything we have now."

All the people in the North were grateful to King Zhenbei.

Because of him, the Northern Territory ended the human tragedy of starvation and cannibalism that had occurred since the period of the war between the various kingdoms and the invasion of the south by the barbarians.

The life of Zhenbei Wang Yandong was an eye-catching and admirable life.

He was born into a family of military generals who had guarded Yanbei for generations.

But his birth was unremarkable.

There is neither the wonder of Wanyan Lingxu's "immortal sky" that lasts for thirteen consecutive days, nor the vision of the Holy Emperor Zhao Purui's "purple energy coming from the east, the palace being splendid, as if a dragon was born".

Just one night, a bunch of people gathered around, and a child was born with the sound of a baby crying.

but……

He was more talented, smarter, and cunning than anyone in his family.

He could read and write much earlier than other children.

He was even able to see the pedantry and rigidity in the military books very early on, and felt that if he followed them completely in fighting the war, he would only be beaten by the real generals.

When he touched the weapon for the first time, he thought it was his third arm.

He was born with the realm of "human and instrument as one".

So much so that at that time, wizards from northern Xinjiang often suspected that his mother must have used a secret method to swallow up books and war blades when she was pregnant with him.

His wisdom and martial arts amaze the smartest Confucian scholars and the most experienced martial artists.

Until the day when he got the crown, he faintly felt a kind of guidance - he was going to Kunlun in the Western Region.

At that time, it was the most intense and tense time of the war between the various countries and the chaos in the world.

Daqian in the south of the Yangtze River, Han in the Shu region, Qin in Longxi, Jin in the east of Hedong...

The whole world is in a state of war.

Even in the North, the Yan family in Yanbei was not the only power at that time.

But he was still alone, holding a spear and riding a horse, and headed for Kunlun in the Western Region, which was thousands of miles away.

There he met the love of his life.

Because of Yan Dong's appearance, Liu Mengyun decided to leave the Kunlun Temple she was guarding.

She ruined this place.

Liu Mengyun said: "Jihua Immortal Lord, together with his immortal companion Nanhua Shangxian, have left the Three Realms long ago. It is useless to keep this Kunlun Temple."

As she spoke, she turned to look at Yan Dong, smiled and said -

"...I don't want to be an immortal anymore. Take me with you to play in your mortal world."

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(End of this chapter)