Martial Arts: Junior Brother Hanyi, the Magic Sword Thousand Blades at the beginning

"I thought that you would let go of this matter when you were promoted to the realm of Buddhism and Bodhisattva. But now, it has become your obsession."

Hearing this, Bai Lianyu sighed softly.

"It doesn't matter whether you are obsessed or not."

"I just want one result."

Ying Yuan shook his head.

"Now, Sword Immortal Changkong and Sword Immortal Xueyue are about to get married on the 26th of this month."

"If you want to go, I will accompany you."

Bai Lianyu was startled for a moment, then said to Ying Yuan.

"Thank you mother."

Hearing this, Ying Yuan clasped his hands together and worshiped him eleven times.

So ever.

On the second day, he mentioned to Dazan Bodhisattva that he was going to Xueyue City.

The matter of preaching the Dharma will be postponed for a few days.

"Snow Moon City, that is the territory of Sword Immortal Changkong."

"Why is Ying Yuan Buddha going?"

"Could it be to add congratulations to the wedding of Sword Immortal Changkong and Sword Immortal Xueyue?"

"Right now, Changkong Sword Immortal is already a thorn in the side of the Mengyuan Dynasty. At such a critical juncture, you will soon be the national teacher of the Mengyuan Dynasty. If you go here, I am afraid that you will offend the Great Khan."

Dazan Bodhisattva was very puzzled by Ying Yuan's plan, and he looked at Ying Yuan with a confused face.

I want to persuade the latter not to go to Xueyue City.

But now Ying Yuan's intention to go has been decided.

Dazan Bodhisattva wanted to persuade Wuxiang Bodhisattva Bai Lianyu, but who knew that Bai Lianyu said she would go too.

This time, Dazan Bodhisattva was completely lost.

Can only promise.

"I hope Master Yingyuan remembers his identity."

Dazan Bodhisattva warned.

"Follow the teachings of the Bodhisattva."

Ying Yuan returned the gift.

Regarding this, Dazan Bodhisattva could only helplessly shake his head.

……

Here.

Dali Dynasty, Apocalypse City.

Xiao Beihe and his group have been investigating the cause of King Langya's death in recent days.

Up to now, there are many eyebrows.

The evidence at hand is almost collected.

When it got to the end, Xiao Beihe and the others were shocked.

Unexpectedly, the officials involved in the case of King Langya accounted for almost five or six out of ten officials in the court of the Dali Dynasty.

It can be said that the death of King Langya was a game between several major groups above the imperial court!

At that moment, there is no way for King Langya to end if he is not dead!

"In less than seven days, it will be the wedding day of the little uncle and the second city lord."

"It's time for us to return to Xueyue City."

That night.

After Xiao Beihe finished writing the memorial, he looked at Sikong Qianluo and Tang Lian in the room, and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Xiao Han, why do you write so many notes?"

"How many people are impeached?"

Lei Wujie leaned over and saw the mountain of documents on his case, so he couldn't help asking in surprise.

"Full of civil and military affairs, five or six out of ten are impeached."

Xiao Beihe blurted out.

"what?!"

"so much?"

Lei Wujie was taken aback.

As soon as this word comes out.

Even Tang Lian frowned and looked at Xiao Beihe when he heard the words:

"There's no need to be so eager, is there?"

"Impeaching so many people in one go, wouldn't those officials above the court have to change their blood?"

He knew that there were many people involved in the case of King Langya.

He also understood that Xiao Beihe wanted to deal with these people.

But right now, it's too hasty to deal with everything in one go.

"The current situation of the Dali Dynasty cannot stand the delay."

"It must be resolved once and for all!"

"If the emperor disagrees, it's not impossible to use the method of the dark river!"

"What's more, the ironclad evidence is like a mountain, and those people can't be allowed to get away with it!"

Regarding this, Xiao Beihe shook his head, with a hint of worry on his face, and said in a deep voice.

"Have courage!"

Sikong Qianluo came over and said in a strong voice.

"Dare to force the emperor's old man, it is very courageous,..."

Ji Yu, who had white hair and a cold face, rarely smiled.

Seeing Xiao Beihe's insistence on this, Tang Lian couldn't persuade him much.

He knew that Xiao Beihe had been dormant for a long time these years, and tomorrow would probably be the day of acceptance of the results.

He is also looking forward to this day.

……

It was early in the morning.

After Xiao Beihe tidied up his clothes, he picked up the memorials by himself and walked on the road leading to the imperial palace.

As expected.

When Xiao Beihe put those impeachment memorials in front of Emperor Jingde.

The latter's face darkened on the spot, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

The ministers were even more uproarious, and everyone in the hall was shocked.

"¨Your Majesty, regarding the case of King Langya, all the crimes committed by the officials implicated are recorded in this memorial."

"I hope His Majesty will take a look!"

Regarding these, Xiao Beihe simply ignored them.

He looked directly at Emperor Jingde, stood very straight beside him, and said loudly.

The words fall.

Emperor Jingde didn't move.

At this moment, all the ministers looked at the sixth prince Xiao Beihe with some sarcasm in their eyes.

I think this kid is too clueless!

Impeaching so many people in one breath, if they really want to be eradicated, will the Dali Dynasty continue to operate...

"Your Majesty, please take a look!"

Xiao Beihe had a panoramic view of everything, his expression was indifferent, he was neither humble nor overbearing, and said in a deep voice.

This time.

Emperor Jingde still didn't say anything.

But on the other side, the faces of the officials were no longer gloating like before, but became a little dignified.

"Your Majesty, please watch!"

When Xiao Beihe shouted the third sentence.

Many civil and military officials in the hall trembled, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

Right now, Emperor Jingde has not moved, opened his mouth, or flipped through the pages, obviously struggling.

however.

At the end of Xiao Beihe's third sentence.

The figure of Emperor Jingde sitting on the dragon chair was no longer tall. He sighed, took a deep look at Xiao Beihe, then glanced at the trembling officials, and finally chose to look through the memorials.

Emperor Jingde flipped through the pages quietly.

In the huge hall, everyone was silent, not daring to speak.

Emperor Jingde watched slowly but carefully.