Invincible little uncle

Chapter 88. 91. Mourning
"Good wine!"

The python-robed King Shenwu didn't wear a helmet, his black hair was loose, and he had a new long halberd. He leaned against the palace tree, picked up two oil-popped peanuts, threw them into his mouth, and took a sip from the ice-cold jug.

Tribute wine is delicious.

Brother Huang has gone, and I can take these good things as I want.

I really made myself anxious, so I filled in the word "capital" on the fief of the imperial decree.

Whether the little nephew agrees or not, at least he has a moral right.

Xia Dun went to Longmai, and Xia Feilian also went. In the shadow imperial court, the royal sister, Xia Yuxue, and an eight-year-old nephew named Xia Tang were in charge.

This Xia Tang is also strange, he actually worships himself, instead of choosing a sword, he picks a heavy weapon like Fang Tian's painted halberd: a horse lance.

Fortunately, he is not weak. When he was sensible, he ate beef every day, practiced his arm strength, and asked a few masters to practice kung fu. He just started to practice, so at least he had no problem wielding the three-meter-long horse.

But there were very few spear techniques, so Xia Tang could only go to Zongdong Pavilion to get a few marksmanship books for reference, and then consult Xia Jiejie from time to time.

The latter has recently learned a set of profound and unfathomable methods. Usually, when Xia Tang comes to ask for advice, she will say some nonsense about "human beings are one" to perfunctory.

Fortunately, there are fewer rules in the Shadow Imperial Court, so Xia Tang found the opportunity to go out and ask King Shenwu for advice.

The future Hei Tianzi took off the hood that covered his face, and stood on the martial arts arena where there were only two people. His eyes were filled with extreme admiration, and he looked at the Shenwu King who was considered an older brother, but his seniority was the emperor's uncle.

Xia Tang performed the teacher's ceremony respectfully, and then said: "Uncle Huang taught me."

His wording is very interesting, it is not King Shenwu, but Uncle Emperor, so that the distance is shortened.

Xia Guang didn't get up, sat on a chair in the martial arts arena, and asked, "What inner strength and mental method did you learn?"

"Reporting to Uncle Emperor, it's the Nine Suns Profound Art."

Xia Guang thought for a while, and naturally knew that Xia Dun had let it back, so he said: "Nine Suns Mysterious Kung Fu is the most yang mental method in the world. It has a continuous stream and strong internal force. It can't be better to cooperate with heavy weapons.

Have you found any matching moves? "

Xia Tang shook his head and said, "I found some, but I always feel that they are fancy and not suitable for me."

"Play it again."

"Yes."

Afterwards, Xia Tang danced the horse lance, this kind of heavy weapon mostly uses power to overwhelm people, and its fancy features are much less, and Xia Guang knows all the skills of Zongdong Pavilion, and soon he is I can see the shadow of this little nephew's technique.

It's just that there is always a sense of separation in these, that is, he is obviously dancing, but it always seems that they have not been able to blend together.

This is still a question of compatibility.

Xia Tang didn't comprehend the meaning behind these exercises, that is, even the so-called backhands were imitated by proficiency and pure consciousness.

After a set of dances, Xia Tang Nian was not happy, and asked respectfully, "Please correct me, Uncle Huang."

Great Zhou's Shenwu King laughed and said, "Starting tomorrow, go fishing."

Xia Tang was puzzled: "Fishing?"

"When you are confused, go to kill, and when you are confused, go back to fish until you know what your heart is?"

Hearing this, Xia Tang was thoughtful, but when he looked again, the emperor's uncle had gone far away.

He bowed respectfully to see him off, and then went looking for a fishing rod.

It stands to reason that since the king is sealed, he must go to the fief, but Xia Guang's situation is special, the fief is empty, so he has nowhere to go.

When he walked out of the arena, a gray-clothed figure flashed out of the shadows like a gust of wind, then knelt down on the ground, and said in a high-pitched voice: "See Shenwu King."

This person is Ling Jedi, the supervisor of the wind factory in the dark guard "Fenglin Huoshan". Although his face is calm, he is ruthless and sophisticated. Pushed into a desperate situation.

Before Xia Zhi issued the imperial decree, he naturally explained to the leader of Fenglin Huanhan that they should be loyal to Xia Guang. This was also the decision Xia Zhi made after thinking for a long time.

He believed in his younger brother, and he also believed that he would never be mistaken.

Therefore, he handed over one of the most elite teams of the Great Zhou Dynasty to this Dingguo Divine Pillar.

"Report to King Shenwu, there are some rumors that are very unfavorable to you in the Jianghu."

Ling Juehu was really convinced this time.

In his opinion, King Shenwu must have discovered that the emperor's illness was related to the group of bald donkeys, so he ran thousands of miles to avenge the emperor directly.

He killed the abbot with a halberd and destroyed his statue of the real Buddha.

That abbot is not an ordinary person, he is a famous figure on the legend list.

King Shenwu is only about 15 years old this year, he is really unparalleled in the world, a first-class figure.

Therefore, Ling Juehu's voice was also very respectful, and he continued to report: "The righteous way of the world is ready to move, and they want to join forces when the new emperor ascends the throne, and they say they will."

Xia Guang said lightly: "But it's okay to say, there is no need to worry."

Ling Juehu then said: "They said they want to expose your true face, that you are actually in the great desert and have been taken away by the evil spirits of the Longevity Palace, and they want to cause this catastrophe."

Xia Guang asked: "Do you believe it?"

Ling Juehu said: "Slaves are just knives in the master's hands, and weapons don't have thoughts."

Xia Guangdao: "Don't worry, don't mess up your senses."

Ling Juehu knew that King Shenwu didn't need to explain to himself at all, but saying this at this time also worried about his new appointment and loyalty to himself, so he said respectfully: "Master, don't worry, I will not deal with those righteous hypocrites at all. , that bald donkey was also killed, and I feel relieved."

"Go down."

"Yes."

The gray-clothed eunuch turned into a gust of wind, and quickly disappeared here, leaving only the reckless King Shenwu, holding a jar of wine, looking up at the turmoil gathering from all directions in the sky.

Carrying two jugs of wine, when they entered the emperor's mourning hall, it was extremely bleak, there was only one concubine, and this little boy with his head bowed and silent was holding the coffin and weeping.

The voice was extremely shrill, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty"

Seeing King Shenwu come in, she was still crying, but she just glanced at the Great Zhou Divine Pillar walking in with tears all over her face.

She is Concubine Duan, her original surname is Zhao, and she is an excellent dancer, so she was favored by the drunken emperor and accepted as a concubine, which shows that she really knows how to measure, knows how to advance and retreat, and has a deep mind.

It's a pity that the prince she raised was only five years old, and he was still playful. At this time, the concubine Duan hadn't found a way out when the emperor died suddenly. She knew that the emperor's family had no family. So even if she is now praying for a fief and going to a foreign country, she will probably be intercepted halfway.

Therefore, Concubine Duan came here ahead of schedule to be the only concubine who wept in mourning.

What they are waiting for is the arrival of King Shenwu on this day.

She cried very sadly and sincerely, thinking of the father she had never met, the mother who raised her, and the sisters who were good to her before all died in her mind, so she cried naturally.

He also thought that he might be beheaded along with Zheng'er later, so this sadness was tinged with panic.

The crying emperor died early and became a husband, but he didn't leave her a way out.

Crying Zhenger is too dandy, no matter the military or the Shuijing Palace, no one can take this little naughty boy seriously, not even the civil and military ministers involved in the palace's care.

Although the new year is approaching, it is also the day when the new emperor ascends the throne. The emperor has settled down, and the murders will start next.

Therefore, Concubine Duan trembled.

Pear blossoms trembled from crying, she was only 23 this year, her skin was white, her appearance was charming, her figure was graceful because of dancing, and she was wrapped in white linen mourning clothes, which actually gave off a charming smell.

At this time, the coffin was supported with both hands, the legs were together, and the face was full of tears, which was pitiful.

The five-year-old boy next to her also had red eyes and was crying non-stop. He looked extremely filial, but in fact he was peppered by Concubine Duan.

Xia Guang stood still, looking at the emperor who was sleeping in the coffin. In the past, this person was a stranger to him, and even had resentment with him, but after getting along with the two, although there may not be no royal hypocrisy, there is no The utilitarianism of subduing himself for Da Zhou's use is more of an emperor's persistence, helplessness, and brotherhood that can be detected by chance.

Drinking mutton soup in winter, I still don’t forget to have a bowl for myself.

Knowing that she treated Wang Jiuying unusually, but still not concealing the truth of the year, at the same time following her own heart, she scolded the Supreme Emperor severely to vent her anger.

There are too many things in the details.

And in the end, the strongest power in his hands, even the power instilled with a lot of hard work after the White Lotus Sect's rebellion, was not given to any prince or princess, but to himself.

Feng Linhuo, the four major hidden guards, I didn't know until after I took over, these are four guards, these are clearly four existences that can be powerful.

And the imperial decree with an empty fief.

And the false name of a king of martial arts.

The sacred pillar of Dingguo in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"Brother Huang is really cunning. He clearly knows that I don't like these things, but he insists on giving them to me."

Xia Guang said the first sentence.

The strongest soldier, the dark guard.

The most random fief, write it yourself.

The greatest prestige, Dingguo Shenzhu, Shenwu King.

He stepped forward slowly, put a jug of wine on the coffin, then stepped back to the side of the futon, sat down, pulled out the cork, and saluted the air in front of him, "When I was young, I never cared Looking at Da Zhou, I never cared about you. Even though we are in the same palace, you are really a stranger to me. Now that you are dead, I am here to mourn for you. The world is so unpredictable, the fate of you and my brother So, it’s worth clarifying.”

The wine was like a throat, and Yu Xia Guang was like white water. He drank a few more sips, and suddenly shouted to the door: "Bring two more jars of wine here."

Soon, an eunuch in Tsing Yi came with two jars of wine.

In the imperial palace, almost all the eunuchs with some skills are from Fengchang. How could they not move when the master shouted?

Xia Guang drank the pot of wine and continued: "You killed so many brothers and sisters, and now you have received retribution, but you spared me and Huangjie at that time, although you left it for thought, but think about it carefully. , I also accept your love."

Slap Kaifeng mud, another mouthful.

Concubine Duan stared blankly at King Shenwu, but her heart was spinning rapidly, this was her only life-saving straw.

Whether Zheng'er and himself will live or die is decided at this moment.

So, she considered it carefully and waited.

But Xia Guang didn't care about the crying concubine, he just looked at the coffin and said: "I have already killed your enemy, although it doesn't help, it seems to have poked a hole in the sky. I have also become an evil spirit that the righteous way conquers, but I feel happy in my heart.

Explanation?

Explain to the world that it is the evil thought of Zen, which is endangering the world, and am I going to do justice for the sky?

Am I the side of justice?
No more.

Not to mention whether they believe it or not.

I, Xia Guang, have acted all my life, so why should I explain it to others.

Presumably your spirit in the sky will become a pig and dog in the next life. If you know it, you will laugh heartily. "

In his mind, his destructive halberd turned into an upside-down galaxy, cutting open the land of immortals and Buddhas. He didn't want to kill immortals and Buddhas, but just for a place in the world, that's all.

Drinking wine and chatting about homework, but the person in the coffin will never hear it.

The two jars of wine were quickly consumed, and Xia Guang's nagging came to an end.

He was about to get up, but the crying Concubine Duan Yingying got up and said: "Wait a minute, King Shenwu."

Xia Guang didn't stop moving, he still stood up and turned around.

Concubine Duan hurriedly said: "The Emperor Taishang often mentioned King Shenwu to my mother and son during his lifetime, saying that if Zheng'er can have one tenth of you in the future, then he will be pleased.

Now that the Supreme Emperor is gone, Zheng'er is also alone, and no one asks him anymore.

I also ask King Shenwu to beg for pity on my mother and son, which can be regarded as looking at the face of the Supreme Emperor, and accepting the son as a disciple. "

After finishing speaking, she hurriedly pulled the little boy beside her with lowered head and red eyes, and the boy stepped forward and knelt down with a plop, and said softly, "Uncle Emperor, please take Zheng'er as your apprentice."

Xia Guang turned around, looked at Xia Zheng's appearance, vaguely resembling an emperor, and asked, "What do you want to learn?"

The little boy with red eyes but a bit of a dissolute overall said: "Whatever the teacher teaches, Zheng'er will learn."

Xia Guang suddenly looked at the terrified concubine, "There is no need to do this, just be quiet, and everyone will be fine."

Concubine Duan's thoughts were spinning quickly, she didn't leave the pleading, but thought about what this sentence meant.

Seeing the slight displeasure on Zheng'er's face, she hurriedly got up, grabbed Xia Zheng's head suddenly, pressed it down hard, and knelt down together with herself in front of the young Shenwu King whose neckline was soaked in wine. , said loudly: "Thank you uncle."

Looking up again, the boy had already walked away from the mourning hall, leaving only the back view in the eyes of the mother and son.

Xia Zheng rubbed his fiery eyes and muttered, "What's the big deal?"

Snapped!
The next moment, Concubine Duan slapped him across the face, "Shut up!"

"Mom, you hit me?!"

Xia Zheng had an unbelievable look on his face. He wanted to stand up several times and run out, but in Concubine Duan's complex and slightly desperate eyes, he restrained himself abruptly, then lowered his head, After trembling for a long time, he said in a low voice, "Mother, I was wrong."

(End of this chapter)