Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

"Let them escape..."

On the Jade Tower, the King of Han stared in the direction of Shangchuan Tangmen, his lips slightly raised, and asked mockingly:
"Ying Cong, what is the purpose of my elder brother sending you here?"

"Your Majesty has a decree."

The half-kneeling Ying said calmly, "Don't harm Tang."

"Harming Tang?"

The King of Han did not get angry but laughed: "Is my elder brother stupid? I am harming the Tang? The Tang Clan is almost establishing itself as the Tang. Is this considered harming?"

Ying never said a word, just half-knelt there, not saying a word.

"My elder brother..."

With a long sigh, the King of Han shook his head helplessly, and said with a little mockery: "Being soft-hearted and soft-handed has led to important mistakes. If he wanted to slaughter the entire Tang Clan and intimidate the four directions, why would he have gone to so much trouble to make these calculations? He has harmed the country and the people..."

"Second brother, since you knew I was coming, why not speak nicely? Why are you being so sarcastic?"

He was stout, but he didn't look stupid. Instead, he looked particularly kind because of his half-bearded face. With his hands behind his back, he looked like a smiling Maitreya Buddha.

The prerequisite is to ignore the dragon robe with dragon energy flowing on him.

"See my emperor."

Even though he complained a lot, when the emperor really appeared in the Jade Platform, the King of Han still bowed reluctantly, muttering, "The emperor didn't even take a step, it's really heavenly."

"Okay, stop complaining."

He raised his hand and helped the King of Han up. A helpless expression appeared on the face of this "benevolent emperor". His flesh was piled up like a helpless Pekingese. "Second brother, you said you are not a murderer on weekdays, why do you keep talking about slaughtering the whole family? Have you had a quarrel with your family again recently?"

"I had a fight with her?!"

The King of Han was immediately furious and said, "Brother, you usually mock me, but why are you insulting me now? She is just a woman, what right does she have to tell me what to do? I am the King of Han, the Han Prince of the Ming Dynasty!"

"Then shall I report your recent schedule to her?"

The Maitreya-like Emperor Hongxi asked with a smile.

"How dare a woman like her face the emperor?"

The King of Han said righteously: "Don't worry about it, brother. I will take care of this matter. You have just recovered from a serious illness, so you should have a good rest."

"If you rest any longer, you'll have nothing."

Emperor Hongxi sighed with a half-smile, then he turned around, looked at the Tang Sect next to Shangrao City, and said slowly: "The Tang Sect has also calmed down."

"Brother, I still say the same thing."

The King of Han waved his hands and said indignantly: "Give me a military order, and I will lead 3,000 troops to attack the Tang Sect tomorrow. All the spiritual objects and treasures will be confiscated, and those who should be killed will be killed and those who should be imprisoned will be imprisoned. Why do they have to jump around so happily?"

"What's the charge?"

Emperor Hongxi asked.

"Treason!"

The King of Han said as a matter of course: "Winning the hearts of the people, building large-scale projects, hiding the armor and soldiers, just the crime of the whole Sichuan and Shu only knowing the Tang Sect but not the officials is enough to behead all the Tang Sect members."

Emperor Hongxi said nothing, but smiled and threw a booklet to the King of Han. The King of Han took the booklet with an indifferent look, opened it and began to read.

Soon, his expression became much more serious.

"This is?"

The King of Han raised his head, surprise flashing in his eyes.

"All the details of the sect in Sichuan and Shu in recent years, including the distribution of all strongholds, harvests, money and grain, various measures, construction conditions, and the appointment of inner disciples and master chefs. Every year, the Tang Sect will compile a book and give it to the Imperial Guards, and put it by my bedside."

Without waiting for the King of Han to speak, Emperor Hongxi said in a deep voice: "This booklet is from the second year of Hongxi." "The first year of my serious illness."

The King of Han said nothing, but just looked at the book in his hand in amazement. All the data about the Tang Sect recorded in this book was extremely detailed. This kind of thing would be the highest secret in any sect, and it was equivalent to the lifeblood of the entire sect.

The Tang Sect directly handed over the lifeblood of the sect to the emperor, which was equivalent to "submission" in the true sense, and it was a submission without any selfish motives.

What surprised the King of Han was not just this. If this booklet was submitted recently, the King of Han might think that Tang Song was showing weakness and wanted to save the Tang Clan, just like a dog with its belly exposed, wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

But this booklet was submitted in the year when Emperor Hongxi was seriously ill, which is intriguing.

"Allegiance?"

The King of Han laughed strangely, "This Tang Song is also a character. Big brother, you were in such a state back then, but he still dared to bet on you."

Glancing at the King of Han who was speaking without thinking, Emperor Hongxi shook his head and said calmly: "No, it's not a bet for me."

"Do you know when this booklet was handed to my bedside?"

Emperor Hongxi took the booklet, looked at it and then put it back in his arms.

"Isn't this the first year you were sick?"

The King of Han was stunned for a moment, "You said it yourself."

"This was placed on my bedside table on March 15, the second year of Hongxi."

Looking at the King of Han, Emperor Hongxi asked: "This day is just an ordinary day, but before this day, something happened in Beiliang that shocked the world."

The King of Han said nothing, but frowned and thought for a moment. Soon, he raised his head and said in a deep voice, "The case of the beheading of the prime minister's son."

"Zhou Li's meridians and spiritual sea were destroyed, and Huang Dingjun was removed from the list of kings."

Emperor Hongxi looked at the brightly lit Tang Sect and said softly, "Three days later, this booklet appeared at the head of my bed."

The King of Han felt a little dazed. After a moment, he said in disbelief:
"They're betting on Zhou Li?!"

That’s right, the person Tang Song really bet on was Zhou Li.

Handing the book to the emperor was to go against the prime minister. The Tang Sect handed the book to Zhou Li on the third day after the prime minister had his meridians and spiritual sea destroyed, which was enough to prove the Tang Sect's attitude.

"For a...Beiliang person?"

The King of Han scratched his hair and asked in confusion: "Why?"

"Jianjia is blue, white dew is frost."

Emperor Hongxi narrowed his eyes and said softly, "My father and I once thought it was just a legend, but in the end we witnessed with our own eyes the scene of millions of souls submitting to one person. And Tang Song saw the scene of the soul blooming."

"Soul Lord?"

The King of Han blinked and said, "Brother, are you kidding me?"

"The soul master died a long time ago."

Shaking his head, Hong Xi sighed, "If the three masters hadn't captured the sky, do you think the Ming Dynasty could have continued? The Fire Master is missing, the Spirit Master has disappeared between heaven and earth, how could the Soul Master survive alone?"

"What Tang Song encountered..."

The King of Han asked tentatively.

"Remaining soul."

Emperor Hongxi stretched out his hand, and his slightly fat fingers seemed to point at the sun. He narrowed his eyes and said slowly:
"The Soul Master would rather use his remaining soul to warn the Tang Sect. The last trace of the Spirit Master fell in Beiliang, and the Mad Fire Sect also began to contact Zhou Li."

"Second brother, do you still think Zhou Li is an insignificant person?"

At this time, the sun rises in the east. (End of this chapter)