Be a reckless man in the martial arts word game

Chapter 430: Forced to remonstrate with the king
There was a man who behaved in a demonic manner and showed no mercy from a monk. General Shence did not dare to bet whether he cared about the life or death of the giant, so he could only do as he said.

After Chu Junhui got Juzi's body, he revived him with the last false dream he had saved.

Now "Fake Dream" has also exploded and will not be used in a short time.

"Big man, please stop croaking."

After being resurrected, Sui Chao still looked at the sword tower with lingering fear.

"Be careful. The general Shence who uses this sword tower will be very strong and may kill us instantly."

"I know." Chu Jun pointed back at the miserable look on his body, "Let alone the top mountain realm, I can't bear to go to Yanlu Mountain right now."

General Shence pointed his black silver sword at the monk, "Bald Donkey, don't let King Shang go yet."

"I never said that I would let King Shang go."

"you!!!"

"Big man, tell him, what is the purpose of our trip?"

Sui Chao answered: "Prevent the Shang Kingdom from practicing the Five Arts of Controlling the People."

"Understand?" Chu Jun went back and pursed his lips.

King Shang was burned more and more black by the Jueming Flame, and he was about to turn into charcoal. General Shence said hurriedly: "I understand, I understand, the Shang Kingdom will never practice the five arts of controlling the people."

"It doesn't matter what you say, he has to let him say it."

What did he say when he pinched the king's neck... Chu Junhui seemed to see these words from General Shence's eyes, and he also changed his posture in time.

At least King Shang can speak.

"I...accepted..."

"That's too light, you should swear an oath."

"Bald donkey, don't go too far." General Shence's eyes were about to split.

"Is this too much?" Chu Junhui increased the temperature of Jueming Yan, "Do you know how much the Five Arts of Controlling the People are?"

"what!"

King Shang screamed, and immediately gasped for breath: "I... this... swear... to... heaven..."

"Must...not...perform...the...five...skills...of...controlling...the people..."

"Otherwise...heaven...slays...earth...destroys..."

"You don't need to be punished by heaven and earth. Remember, as long as you dare to have that thought, Juzi and I will definitely repeat what we did today. At that time, I will not be soft-hearted."

Chu Junhui slightly reduced the demonic flames on King Shang, but not all of them were taken away.

He turned to look at General Shence, "You go back to the palace now, King Shang will be right there."

The trip may have been completed, but it's hard to say whether his life can be saved.

General Shence must be driven away first... He is too dangerous now and no one can check him.

This guy seems to be a lot weaker, but he recalled the sword tower to his side and can still kill giants in the mountaineering realm with great force.

"Impossible!" General Shence decisively refused.

Before he was sure that King Shang was out of danger, he could not return to the palace alone.

"Then you can collect the body for King Shang." Chu Jun returned his hand and pinched King Shang's neck. "It's not a loss for me and you to be buried with King Shang for being so reckless."

After saying this, he counted silently in his mind.

one……

two……

three……

"Slow! Slow! I'm leaving!" General Shence left Xialing Cave as fast as he could and rushed towards the palace.

"When you arrive, shoot a loud arrow above the palace. After I see it, King Shang can return to the palace safely."

Chu Jun replied and chased after him.

...The palace saw a sound of arrows, and King Shang was released.

The public losers retreated, but they failed to catch up with the reinforcements from the palace, which they blocked behind with traps. Instead, they caught up with the errand of sending King Shang back to the palace.

This job is not easy to handle.

After all, King Shang is barely alive at this time. Anyone who brings King Shang back with him will suffer.

Sure enough, after returning to the palace, General Shence was furious. On the pretext of slacking in support, he beat several generals to a hundred boards each and put them in prison to wait for King Shang's death.

King Shang was in a coma for three days and three nights. With the full rescue efforts of dozens of imperial doctors, he finally had no sequelae.

On the contrary, the harvest is not small.

He left the palace on this trip and got rid of the suppression of the palace's restrictions. He cultivated his internal strength while riding the mahogany sedan, and he was already a serious martial artist.

In order to save him, the imperial doctor kept stuffing heavenly materials and earthly treasures into his mouth, accumulating a lot of medicinal power in his body.

When he was unconscious, due to the fate of the country, King Shang's strong will to get rid of the demonic fire allowed him to squeeze out a drop of water from his soul.

This drop of water is his miracle, his divine will.

This is not only a drop of water squeezed out of the demonic fire, but also a drop of water squeezed out under the prohibition of the palace.

Relying on the effect of divine will, from now on, King Shang can practice in the palace without the Tiance Seal.

This caused a huge change in his mentality.

The effect of the five skills of controlling the people is not only in the present, but will also make him known as a tyrant and a faint king. This is a way to keep the treasure in the "second generation", "third generation" and "millions of generations".

But...if...

"Can I accomplish great things in this generation?"

The miracle of martial arts ignited the Shang King's ambition.

Five skills to control the people?

It's no use anymore.

"Drive the remaining Legalists out of the palace!"

Before Li Shengzhe, Chang Xu and others could figure out the situation, they were already driven out of the palace by the samurai with swords.

The Mohist disciples who had been squatting at the entrance of the palace summoned a large number of people with a cloud-piercing arrow.

At the gate of the palace, a battle between rivers and lakes started...

What shocked the onlookers was that a monk was sitting at the gate of the palace knocking wooden fish. The soldiers were so frightened that they did not dare to step out of the palace. They watched helplessly as the fight with weapons resulted in lives.

Li Shengzhe, die!
Chang Xu, die!

The Legalist disciples who entered Yongsheng and advised the King of Shang to practice the five techniques of controlling the people all died!

An oriole watched all this, circled half the city, and stopped in a small courtyard.

"Junior sister, junior sister, someone from the Legal family is dead."

People in the courtyard were combing their hair in front of the bronze mirror.

Every time she combed her hair, some green shoots fell on the ground. These green shoots grew from the roots of her hair. She had to comb it every once in a while, otherwise it would easily have some bad effects.

"But the Mo family took action?"

"Yes, yes, and the monk we met at Jisun's."

"That's it... The Mo family has probably reached some kind of tacit understanding with Shang Ting a long time ago. We should have gone to Xialing Cave to have a look that day, so we won't be confused about the situation now."

"No! That's the same mountainous environment as Senior Brother Chuitian. With him protecting King Shang, we will definitely be beheaded if he finds out."

"Forget it, it's useless to say all this now. I originally wanted to use the Legalists' mouth to persuade Lord Shang to include Buddhist temples within the scope of laws and regulations, and induce the royal family to conflict with Buddhist temples. It seems difficult now."

The woman put down the last comb, and another group of green sprouts appeared on the ground.

"There are hundreds of schools of thought. There are still too many people with their own ideas, which is difficult to control. Moreover, the foundation of Buddhism in the Shang Kingdom seems to be deeper than we thought."

"We have to take action ourselves. Please send these green sprouts to Buddhist temples that are willing to give porridge to the people, senior brother, and do our part for them."

(End of this chapter)