Dragon Soul in the late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 172 Myth or Legend

If the Cao Gang has the help of the Shu Palace now, it will be like a tiger with wings added, and it will be as difficult as going to heaven to suppress those rebels.

If this matter is true, then trying to take back the Cao Gang is tantamount to nonsense. Wang Yuling knew it in her heart, so she urgently wanted to prove how credible it was: "You are Princess Ping Nan, right?"

A gleam of pain flashed in Zhu Pingnan's eyes. Now that the whole of Bashu fell into the hands of the red-clothed army, there was no longer any suspense. Although the red-clothed army released the king of Shu, the pain of subjugation is worse than living. What was even more unexpected was that the officers and soldiers missed this opportunity in vain.

These are not important anymore. What really chills Zhu Pingnan is that the common people in this world are some ungrateful villains. The Red Army distributed the land belonging to the Prince of Shu to them. I forgot that for more than 200 years, it was the Shu Palace that operated in Bashu. If it weren't for the Shu Palace, this group of villains would have died long ago.

Taking the land of the Shu Palace completely exposed their true faces, and completely forgot the goodness of the Shu Palace, which is truly ungrateful.

Thinking of this, Zhu Pingnan's eyes sparkled with tears, and he cupped his hands and said, "Don't dare! There is no Zhu Pingnan in this world, there is only one Zhu Pinghong. I swear that I will make the red-clothed army pay the price..."

Wang Yuling frowned slightly. She didn't like the red-clothed army, but she hated those rebels in the Cao Gang even more. These duplicitous villains, if they hadn't been protected by their foster father, would have been killed by the court. Caught, how can there be today's scenery.

Now this princess seems to be a bit extreme. If he blindly wants to fight against the Red Clothes Army, then the Cao Gang will definitely be kidnapped by her. Confronting the now prestigious Red Clothes Army is tantamount to hitting a stone with a pebble. Cao Gang was the hard work of his adoptive father, how could he be ruined by others, and immediately said coldly: "Whether you are Zhu Pingnan or Zhu Pinghong, I think you have to figure out one thing, 18 gentry With the collapse of the coalition forces, this Sichuan has already fallen into the hands of the red-clothed army, with the support of the common people. What else do you want to do here? I advise you to give up those unrealistic fantasies in your heart. As for the Cao Gang, if When you want to use it again, you have to think about it carefully, otherwise you will lose your life, and then you will have no idea."

She changed her name to Zhu Pinghong, her eyes were slightly cold, her delicate eyebrows were slightly raised, and she stared back at Wang Yuling: "I didn't expect that the world-renowned Black Raksha would have a day of love, and the leader of the bandit in the red army is young. You have laid such a foundation, no wonder the Black Rakshasa will be attracted. As for what you said, the red army is in full swing, but I don't agree with it. As long as the court is still alive, the descendants of my Zhu family, Then we will never allow the rebels to make chaos and overthrow this great country, no one will do it, and those who block it will either die for you or me."

Looking at Zhu Pinghong, who had clear eyes but was actually possessed by demons, Wang Yuling shook her head slightly, without arguing with her, leaving only one sentence, and then walked down the stairs and walked towards the crowd.

"The Cao Gang is my adoptive father's Cao Gang, but as long as you touch the Cao Gang, I dare to touch people from your Shu Palace."

Zhu Pinghong also snorted coldly: "Do you really think that my Shu Palace is a soft persimmon? Brother Tang, come downstairs with me, I want to see what this red-clothed soldier wants to do."

Tang Zexian had a troubled look on his face, exhaustion was written on his clear and handsome face, he was already tired of the troubles of the Tang family, after hearing Zhu Pinghong's words, he showed a warm and bright smile and said, "Okay! Go down and see Take a look, I also want to see how miraculous Huang Daxian, who is respected by the head of the sect, is."

Zhu Gan's murderous words shocked the martial arts people in the hall. No one dared to speak. Everyone was extremely quiet and calm. Some timid people didn't even dare to breathe loudly. This is the aura of the superiors killing Wushuang , although he does not have the martial arts of a peerless master, but when he utters a word, it is like a galloping army, which is even more majestic.

Shocked by such a junior, the faces of these martial arts masters in the hall were extremely ugly. They only heard a light cough, a cyan Taoist robe, and a bun on their hair. , stood up and hit Jishou, and said with a smile: "This little brother has a lot of hostility, hidden but not exposed, exposed and domineering, it is really surprising, but the old man has to advise, this murderous crime If there are too many, there is always a cause and effect..."

Zhu Gan sneered, with disdain in his eyes: "Kill one person to be a thief, kill a thousand people to be a hero, and kill tens of thousands of people to be a hero among heroes. If you kill too many people, it is no longer a cause and effect, but a great blessing, for the well-being of this world... ..."

"What a sharp mouth, you kid, you have already entered the way of demons, today I will let the old monk come to subdue demons and eliminate demons." I saw an old monk sitting at the top of the head suddenly made a sound, the sound was like a bell and a tiger, and it was like a tiger roaring. Lei Ming saw a figure rushing out quickly, nimble as a ghost, quick as a cheetah.

A claw went straight to the heart, fierce and ruthless, intending to take Zhu Gan's life as soon as it came up.

"Bold!" Wang Chengen, who had been silent all this time, suddenly made a move. In an instant, his thin body seemed to turn into a giant who stirred up the situation. With every move, he slapped the captured tiger's claws with overwhelming power.

This old monk has practiced eagle claws for decades, they are as hard as fine iron, and it can be said to be a piece of cake, but now someone dares to meet his hands, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, he never dodged, and his claws and palms hit each other , the knuckles were shattered inch by inch, the old monk had an unbelievable look on his face, and then let out a miserable scream.

Clutching his cracked hand, Wang Chengen backed away quickly. Wang Chengen sneered. This was just a lesson for everyone who was ready to move, but he didn't intend to let go of this fiery monk. Take the old monk's head straight.

"Benefactor, you have to forgive others and forgive others." The Taoist shouted anxiously, slapped the table, leaped high, and flew out, the floating dust fan in his hand fell down, feeling like a fairy .

"Get out! Where did you come from, the ox-nosed Taoist priest, meddle in other people's business, don't be polite, kill this monk for me." Zhu Gan never planned to save the old monk's life, not because he couldn't tolerate others in his heart, but because he needed to kill Liwei, now that this Taoist is meddling in his own business, the trace of pity and uneasiness in Zhu Gan's heart is gone, and his killing intent is even stronger.

"Yes, son." At this moment, Wang Chengen had no scruples when he got Zhu Gan's order. When he stomped his feet, the whole ground shook, and the huge force swept out, and the roots of his whole body were beating. As soon as he came out, it was really like firing a cannon in the flat ground, shaking everywhere, and the air was buzzing with his mighty punch.

boom!He punched the old monk like a painting. He flew out without a trace of strength and fell to the wall. When he fell, the bones of his whole body were broken and he died. Soon he was bleeding from the seven orifices, and his appearance was terrifying.

A trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the Taoist priest with the crane bone fairy wind, he withdrew his whisk, intending to go back, Zhu Gan sneered, "Leave him to me."

Without saying a word, Wang Chengen jumped out, turned into claws, and grabbed the Taoist priest's body with one claw. This old Taoist is also a flexible figure, with an angry look on his face: "Benefactor, don't be arrogant when you gain power. There are too many heroes in this world. How many people can you kill?"

"Oh! Really? I really want to see how many 'heroes' there are in this world. I will kill one after another, and see if I can kill them all." Zhu Gan gave the flint gun while talking. Gunpowder was loaded into the gun, and the black muzzle of the short-fired blunderbuss moved slowly. Everywhere they went, the heroes of the rivers and lakes dodged with black faces, and they all remained silent, obviously knowing the power of the blunderbuss in Zhu Gan's hands.

Zhu Gan immediately raised his head and laughed, until tears flowed down his eyes. He blinked vigorously, trying to swallow the tears back, his throat rolled, calmed his heart a little, and said in a cold voice: "It seems that this There are no heroes left in the world."

That Huang Daxian smacked his mouth, spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and said with a long breath: "It's really comfortable to spit out this fishbone, old man Tang, I thank you for your big meal! Meals are my reward for helping you 40 years ago! I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, he actually took a step and walked through the middle of the fight between Wang Chengen and the Taoist priest. It was really amazing. The figure was ethereal. A master of Taoism, at least with this light skill, is elusive, which is amazing.

Huang Daxian got up suddenly and left. Not only Tang Zechuan was stunned, but even Zhu Gan was a little dazed. He didn't expect this sloppy guy to be quite capable.

Although Wang Chengen looked thin and weak, his attack was really mighty, but the old man was more elegant, like a cannon hitting mosquitoes, it was difficult to make achievements for a while, but now being disturbed by Huang Daxian, the two quickly opened the distance, Wang Chengen I can't help him.

Zhu Gan shouted in a low voice: "Okay, don't take him anymore, come back!"

Wang Chengen backed back as he said, and stood aside respectfully, he had not shed a single sweat from the beginning to the end, and now he looked the same as before, that ordinary old servant, but no one dared to Underestimate him, this is a master of decision making.

But such a great master at the master level is willing to sit behind Zhu Gan as an unknown pawn, and looking at the quiet and silent 'sword' beside him, his thoughts are even more complicated. I am afraid that this young man also has amazing swordsmanship!Who exactly is Zhu Gan? Everyone has guessed in their hearts.

Someone frowned and pondered for a long time, then suddenly exclaimed: "Ah! I see, he belongs to the Shushan Sword Sect."

Everyone followed the reputation and saw this man dancing and dancing, his appearance was extremely ridiculous, but no one dared to laugh out loud, Shushan Sword School, all these seemed too mysterious, it was just something in myths and legends, why? may appear in reality.

But looking at the man dancing with arms and legs, he had a determined expression, and together with the supernatural Huang Daxian before, they all looked at him eagerly and curiously, wanting to know the answer.