I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 219: Three Nails in a Broken Ship (Big Chapter)

"Dong dong dong... It's three o'clock at midnight, everything is fine."

Under the night sky, everyone had fallen asleep. Zhang Jun sat in the room and looked up at another dark room outside the window.

I don’t know how Brother Han is doing at this time.

It has been five days since the last time I went on a killing spree.

Zhang Jun's promotion to the commanding officer almost shocked everyone's jaws.

But this matter makes sense if you think about it carefully.

Even if the faces of the five princes were pressed to the ground and rubbed by him, when Jin Wucheng took out all the confessions, no matter how angry these five princes were, they could only swallow the broken teeth. inside.

They even wanted to thank Mr. Zhao. All the relevant witnesses were killed by Zhang Jun. Even if they wanted to investigate, they would not be able to trace them.

Therefore, when faced with the evidence presented by Jin Wucheng in court, the five brothers could only praise Mr. Zhao, but they could not blame him.

After Zhang Jun came back, he found that Brother Han had not returned yet. After asking, he found out that Brother Han had been transferred away.

He went to Jiangsu and Zhejiang with his brother to take charge of tax inspections.

It's a pity that I originally had a good impression of him. I wanted to take him out to the Wusheng Gate when I left this competitive world. After the mall was established in the future, it would be good to help me manage the mall.

It's a pity that God didn't do what people wanted. Of course, it's unknown whether this happened by chance or if someone deliberately wanted to isolate themselves.

At this time, someone came running quickly outside the door.

Zhang Jun heard the footsteps and knew that trouble was coming.

I saw that the person was coming in a hurry, with heavy footsteps, and he was also a Golden Scale Guard in the Qi Gathering Realm. Being so irritable, there must be something urgent that needs to be handled by himself.

Upon entering the courtyard, when he saw that the lights in Zhang Jun's room were still on, the man immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He slowed down his pace, straightened his clothes, and came to the door in three steps and two steps: "Master Qizhuo, please report urgently. The King of Han and the King of Shu led the black-armored army straight to West Street, intending to complete the ceremony first."

Zhang Jun was stunned, then opened the door and walked out with a strange look on his face; "Are you sure?"

"It's absolutely true. King Rong, King Rui, and King Qin are all arranging their troops and horses, and are ready to rush to West Street at any time."

Upon hearing the news, Zhang Jun was stunned for a moment.

Are these two fools, the King of Han and the King of Shu, crazy?

It has not been decided when the big festival will start or when it will be carried out. What are these two fools doing running in early at this time?
But soon Zhang Jun realized something was wrong: "Where is Lord Jin?"

"I've sent someone to notify you. I'm afraid they're about to get up."

"Call Qi Dongyang to the back hall."

"Yes!"

When Zhang Jun rushed to the back hall, Jin Wucheng had not yet arrived. He stood in the main hall of the back hall, looking at the incense table where the gods and Rakshasa were worshiped, but his mind had wandered to somewhere. , The King of Shu and the King of Han are not fools. Their actions must have gotten some news.

Before Lenovo, I learned from Brother Han that more than ten doctors from the imperial hospital were called into the palace.

A vague possibility has emerged.

I'm afraid the emperor can no longer hold on.

Whoever can complete the great sacrifice at this time will be the prince, and whoever can take the lead will be the emperor.

Of course, this is just a possibility.

Not long after, Qi Dongyang rushed over. Zhang Jun nodded towards him and paid no attention to him.

This scene made Qi Dongyang secretly groan in his heart.

After the last incident, he and Mr. Zhao had a bad relationship. Although the two of them did not fall out, they were no longer the cordial good brothers they were before.

After the last time, Zhang Jun came back from the palace and distributed all the one hundred taels of gold to the members of the Golden Scale Guard. No matter whether it was the Sixth Division who had been punished or the brothers of other divisions, everyone could have a share.

Coupled with what Zhang Jun did and his rocket-like rising speed.

While many people were grateful to Zhang Jun, they also speculated that if this trend continued, Master Zhao would succeed Jin Wucheng's class and become the commander of the Golden Scale Guards.

This made all the Golden Scale Guards look at Master Zhao with their eyes on fire.

Once Mr. Zhao can take over the Golden Scale Guard, there may be a chance for the Golden Scale Guard to regain its former glory.

This also made Qi Dongyang regret so much that his intestines turned green.

If I had known this earlier, why would I have sacrificed the near and sought the far away?

But there is no use saying more now.

Not long after, Jin Wucheng rushed over in a hurry.

"Things are troublesome."

Jin Wucheng walked into the back hall without even putting on his clothes. When he saw Zhang Jun, he asked, "What do you think about this matter?"

"Mobilize all the Golden Scale Guards to protect the Emperor."

Zhang Jun's words left Qi Dongyang confused as to what the relationship between King Shu and King Han had to do with the emperor.

But Jin Wucheng understood this meaning.

He frowned and leaned on the desk to think.

"The Black Armored Army is a big trouble. They are too close to King Rong."

“At this time, there are only two possibilities.

The first type of King Rong gave up the grand ceremony and took advantage of the other four kings entering West Street to directly seize power in a coup.

The second is to use the Black Armored Army to seal off West Street, allowing only entry and no exit. "

Jin Wucheng was talking to himself, and Qi Dongyang finally understood that the matter would be so big.

Jin Wucheng looked at Zhang Jun; "What do you mean?"

"The first possibility is very high, but the probability of success is very small. There are no masters in the palace. If you are not careful, you will lose everything. King Rong may not take risks."

What Zhang Jun was referring to was the old eunuch, Liu Zhengchun.

The last time we saw him, this guy's strength was far higher than his own, and he might even be a strong man in the Dao realm. If he was in charge of the Forbidden Palace, no one would be able to rebel.

"It's hard to say. Eunuch Liu is only loyal to the emperor. He will not interfere with whoever becomes the emperor and how he gets to sit on the throne."

After saying that, Jin Wucheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang Jun: "Maybe the King of Shu and the King of Han will enter West Street in advance. It may not be his idea, or his tacit approval."

"It's entirely possible."

Zhang Jun does not deny this possibility.

A strong person who has entered the Taoist realm can cover the entire forbidden palace with just one thought.

Anyone who wants to leak information under the nose of this nine thousand-year-old man will definitely not be able to hide it from the other party.

After thinking for a moment, Jin Wucheng knew that he could not delay any longer and looked up at Qi Dongyang: "Blow the whistle."

"grown ups!"

Qi Dongyang's expression suddenly changed, and he raised his head and looked at Jin Wucheng with disbelief.

Jin Wucheng waved his hand and motioned Qi Dongyang to go quickly.

Now Qi Dongyang opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak anymore.

"As ordered!"

After Qi Dongyang walked down in a hurry, Jin Wucheng walked to Zhang Jun and fastened the buttons on his chest unhurriedly.

"Qi Dongyang is a nice person, but after being suppressed for too long, it is inevitable that he will have some ideas."

Zhang Jun nodded and immediately looked at Jin Wucheng: "Sir, the whistle is..."

Zhang Jun has been coming to Jinlinwei for a while, but he still doesn't know what the whistle is, but seeing Qi Dongyang's huge reaction, he guessed that the whistle should be unusual.

Jin Wucheng straightened his back and walked out with Zhang Jun. When he looked up, he saw snowflakes as big as goose feathers floating above his head.

"Master Zhao, do you think our Golden Scale Guard has declined?"

Jin Wucheng's sudden question left Zhang Jun at a loss as to how to answer.

He paused for a moment and said, "How is it compared to a hundred years ago?"

"Not as good."

"How does that compare to the Black Armored Army?"

Zhang Jun changed his words.

A ferocious smile appeared on Jin Wucheng's face: "Black-armored army? Are they worthy of competing with the Golden Scale Guards?" Zhang Jun was perked up after hearing this. It seemed that he had made the Golden Scale Guards simple.

Not long after, a sharp whistle sounded in the snowy night.

A sharp whistle spread throughout the Jinlin Mansion. After a brief period of dead silence, the entire Jinlin Mansion screamed like a pot was exploding. Everyone hurriedly got up and quickly began to assemble.

Zhang Jun was not surprised by this, but soon, the expression on his face changed.

The whistle was like smoke, and harsh whistles were heard one after another outside the Jinlin Mansion.

In less than a cup of tea, the whistle spread throughout Yingtian Mansion.

"Dad, why are the whistles still blowing outside?"

In a private house, the child whose sweet dream was interrupted by the whistle opened his eyes, only to see that his father had already gotten up and took out a large box from the bedside.

The child's eyes lit up. He had seen this box since he was a child, but he had never seen his father open it, and he had never been allowed to touch it.

The man turned around. Although he still looked like a young man, most of his hair was already gray.

He patted the child on the shoulder and said with a smile: "It's okay, go to sleep, sleep for a while, tomorrow dawns, if dad doesn't come home, go find your neighbor Aunt Li, you know?"

"Dad, you..."

The child wanted to ask something else, but the man's fingers gently pinched the child's shoulder. In an instant, the child, who was originally full of energy, fell drowsily and fell on the bed.

The man gently covered the child with a quilt and reluctantly touched the child's head.

Looking at the constant undulation of whistles outside, he hesitated for a moment in his eyes, then gritted his teeth and said, "That's all, since you've been promised a country, why do you promise a family?"

Turn around and open the box.

He reached out and grabbed the items in the box and shook them vigorously.

Under the clanking sound, a golden armor was hung on the man's body.

The man neatly put on his armor and took out a knife from under the box.

This knife is similar to a common waist knife. The blade is shorter and curved than ordinary waist knives. When you pull it out gently, even if it has not seen the light of day for many years, the blade is already blooming with cold killing intent.

The man looked back at his son again, then turned around and opened the door, took out a copper whistle from the silver fish bag at his waist, put it in his mouth and blew it.

In Prince Rong's Mansion, Prince Rong, who was dressed in regular uniform, had ordered his troops, and he was followed by none other than Lord Yuan, the admiral of the Nine Sects.

At the same time, Huang Mao and several others were also among them.

Marquis Yuan was about to report that they had controlled the entire nine gates of the Forbidden Palace, and could rush directly into the Forbidden Palace as long as the prince gave an order.

But before he could repay him, bronze whistles sounded all over the city. Prince Rong and Marquis Yuan's expressions froze, and they looked at each other with an incredible look in their eyes.

"Why is there a bronze whistle? Aren't those old guys in the Golden Scale Guard dead yet?"

King Rong opened his mouth wide and suddenly thought of something. His father suddenly had the idea of ​​​​activating the Golden Scale Guard. Could it be that it was not a sudden whim, but that he had let the Golden Scale Guard secretly accumulate strength early on?
If so...

Thinking of this, King Rong couldn't help but feel dazed and even had a creepy feeling.

"Quick, quick, go to West Street, notify the Black Armored Army, all go to West Street."

Marquis Yuan nodded, seemingly calm, but his calves began to tremble unconsciously.

"Your Majesty, let's..."

Seeing that King Rong suddenly changed his plan, Huang Mao couldn't help but look at each other with the people around him.

King Rong quickly waved his hand: "The big ceremony is important, other matters will be discussed later."

Then the swarming black-armored army immediately changed direction and headed straight towards West Street.

On the way, Huang Mao approached Mr. Yuan Hou: "Master Hou, what's going on?"

Lord Yuan had a bitter look on his face, raised his head and recited:

"The spring sword of a foot is new, and the golden armor is as brilliant as dust.

I don’t know if a noble young master in the human world would be frightened by ghosts and gods when he hears the bronze whistle. "

After reading this poem, Lord Yuan sighed and said no more, or in other words, he did not dare to say any more.

The sound of the copper whistle that rippled through Yingtian Mansion frightened many thieves who were ready to move. Even the chief minister of the dynasty was so frightened that he trembled when he heard the copper whistle.

In a trance, I returned to my childhood, and saw the bloody heads in front of the terrifying prison every day.

At the same time, Zhang Jun and Jin Wucheng were still standing outside the back hall quietly watching the snow falling in the sky.

After a while, Zhang Jun raised his brows slightly and looked forward.

One, no, two masters of the Concentration Realm. In addition, dozens of masters of the Qi Gathering Realm are rushing here.

And the number is increasing, reaching over a hundred in a blink of an eye.

This time it was Zhang Jun's turn to be shocked. He didn't expect that the already ruined Golden Scale Guard could recruit so many masters in such a short time.

"How's it going? Is it an accident?"

Jin Wucheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang Jun, puffing out his chest: "They say there are still three nails in a broken ship. This is the first nail in our Jin Scale Guard. Unfortunately, the situation has been turbulent in recent years, and many old friends are no longer here."

"I have underestimated the heroes of the world. No wonder Qi Dongyang has been stuck in the position of leader."

Zhang Jun seemed to understand Qi Dongyang somewhat. His strength at the sixth level of Qi Gathering was always inferior to Qianhu's, not only because he did not have a deep enough background, but also because of these masters hiding in the dark.

They have not withered yet, even if they have been hidden in the snow, their official positions are still retained.

The purpose is to prevent such a day from happening and prevent conflicts in positions.

I believe that Qi Dongyang, as an old man, naturally has a clear mind.

Soon, one after another figures in golden armor came over and stood neatly on the playground in front of the back hall.

Zhang Jun noticed that the positions of these people were not neat, and some positions were vacant.

At this time, two figures clad in golden armor suddenly leaped forward, pushed the fallen jade pillars of Jinshan and knelt heavily on one knee to worship Jinwucheng.

"Former commander and colleague, He Zizhen."

"The former commander is Yang Mao."

"My lord, Commander."

Zhang Jun stood aside, staring at the two people, one who had just stepped in, and the other who was concentrating on the object-controlling stage.

"Okay, okay, Brother Yang, I haven't seen you for so many years, but you are still looking great."

"Brother He, please get up quickly. When you were a fellow intellectual, I was just a thousand president."

Jin Wucheng helped the two men up, and then introduced to Zhang Jun: "These two are seniors of the Jinlin Guards. The Golden Knife case was so involved that the old commander had to dismiss them early, but left the secret book. As long as the brass whistle is blown, the two men will be reinstated immediately."

Zhang Jun nodded, cupped his hands and said, "Zhao Ju has met these two seniors."

"I don't dare. I've heard of your name a long time ago. If we weren't sensitive about our status, we would have had a drink with you."

"Hitting the evil god with thunder, killing the lackey with a sword, and his violent and resolute methods almost made me think that Mr. Shen from back then was back."

As the saying goes, people are like the shadow of a famous tree. After Zhang Jun entered the competitive world, he did not immediately talk to the five princes. Instead, he pressed the faces of these five princes to the ground and used them as cannons. Naturally, he won a huge reputation.

"The two seniors are polite."

"Yeah, don't be polite. We are all a family. Everyone, I won't say more about the matter. The situation is urgent now. Let's wait for a while. Come on, let our new colleagues take a look at this rotten ship we have. The second nail."

After Jin Wucheng said that, he turned around and looked at the back hall behind him.

Instantly, Zhang Jun's heart was shaken, and a very strange feeling arose in his heart. He couldn't say whether it was good or bad, but the hairs all over his body stood up unconsciously.

Look at the main hall in the back hall.

The main hall was empty, and the incense candles on the incense table were burning with green smoke.

An inexplicable pressure began to revive in the palace.

Jin Wucheng raised his fist, beat it on his chest, and knelt down in the direction of the main hall: "Please ask the Yashen!!"

"Respectfully invite the Yashen to come out!"

Everyone bowed down in unison, and for a moment an inexplicable divine power revived in the back hall.

In an instant, the world was dark.

A figure quietly emerged from the clay sculpture, revealing a bright red cloak, golden armor, a golden knife in hand, and a black crown on its head.

Zhang Jun took a closer look and remembered who this statue belonged to. He remembered that when he and Brother Han went to place it in his eldest brother Brother Han's home, this god was enshrined inside.

The Censor of the Golden Scale Guard and the Golden Sword, Mr. Shen Qian...

(End of this chapter)