The heavens: pushing across all realms

"Mingzun is in front of you, Guo is not welcome from afar, hahaha, please come quickly!"

Guo Zixing strode over from the yard with a smile on his face.

He is about fifty years old, and because he has been on the battlefield all year round, he looks older than his peers.

His hair and beard are gray, and although he looks a little old, his eyes are very lively.

When he saw Feng Ji and others, he pretended to be happy and went forward to pay homage.

Feng Ji looked indifferent and said: "Old General Guo seems to be a member of my Ming Cult too?"

Guo Zixing's eyes flashed slightly, and he smiled and said: "To the leader of Qi, I have been under the banner of Hongshui Banner for more than twenty years."

Feng Ji nodded slightly and said, "Oh? Are you still a senior? Since you are my disciple, it's easy to handle. I heard that you have adopted an adopted daughter, named Zhou Zhiruo, who is the daughter of Jiangxi rebel Zhou Ziwang?"

Guo Zixing's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly thought that the new leader came here for this matter.

At the moment, I was secretly glad that someone had taken Zhou Zhiruo away in advance.

He laughed along and said: "Reporting to the leader, this is what happened."

Feng Ji got straight to the point and said directly: "Call her out. I have something to say to her."

Guo Zixing smiled and said: "The leader doesn't know something. My daughter is about to get married. It's really inconvenient to see people at this time. Please forgive me."

Feng Ji suddenly smiled and waved, and Peng Yingyu stood up immediately.

"Leader!"

Feng Ji nodded slightly and said to Guo Zixing: "This is one of my five disciples of Mingjiao, Peng Yingyu."

Guo Zixing was stunned and couldn't help but look at Peng Yingyu, feeling something bad in his heart.

But Feng Ji said again: "Zhou Ziwang is his personal disciple. Zhou Ziwang's daughter is getting married, why didn't you inform him?"

Guo Zixing's heart suddenly beat wildly and he secretly thought it was not good.

"This...this...this..."

He hesitated.

Feng Ji stood up, glanced at Guo Zixing, and said: "Call people out. I know what you are going to do. With Monk Peng here, Zhou Ziwang's old subordinates may not follow this little girl Zhou Zhiruo."

"You want to use Zhou Zhiruo to subdue Zhou Ziwang's old subordinates, but you make this matter too simple."

Guo Zixing was embarrassed and quickly explained: "What did the leader say? I like Zhiruo's child very much, so I specially found a good marriage for her."

Feng Ji sneered: "A pock-marked man in his forties can also get married?"

Guo Zixing's face suddenly changed slightly, and he said, "It seems that the leader knows everything?"

"After all, Chongba is also the leader of my teaching, the Flood Flag Altar. If the leader doesn't care about his subordinates, he won't say such sarcastic words, right?"

"The boy is unmarried and the girl is unmarried. Why can't they get married?"

Feng Ji smiled: "Guo Zixing, I think since you are old, I can tell you a few more words here. What is your purpose? I don't know it in my heart?"

"If Zhou Zhi is willing to do this, I will naturally not stop him. But if you force him to marry Zhu Yuanzhang, I will take care of this matter."

Guo Zixing's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly said: "Master, don't talk nonsense, how could I do such a thing?"

Bang!

Feng Ji slammed the table, his eyes became cold, and he stared at Guo Zixing: "You want evidence?"

He directly threw out Zhou Zhiruo's letter asking for help, and with a bang, it fell directly on Guo Zixing's old face.

Guo Zixing suddenly looked extremely ugly. When the guards outside the house heard the noise, they rushed in too.

Their hands were already on the hilts of the knives, and they were looking at Feng Ji and his group with eager eyes.

Feng Ji couldn't help but sneer at the corner of his mouth, it was Zhu Yuanzhang again.

Guo Zixing glanced at the letter, his face changed slightly, and his pupils shrank slightly.

Immediately looking at Feng Ji, he suddenly laughed: "Master, do you believe this kind of letter from unknown origin?"

"We are all old men from the Ming Cult. Would you rather believe a letter of unknown origin than us?"

Saying this, he suddenly pinched the paper ball and stuffed it into his mouth!

"Be bold!"

"stop!"

Peng Yingyu and Wei Yixiao were shocked and angry, and shouted loudly.

Feng Ji was not at all shocked or angry, but looked calm.

Guo Zixing chewed twice and swallowed it whole.

Then he smiled and said: "Master, this matter is my family matter. Please don't interfere."

Feng Ji smiled: "Old man, did you swallow it?"

Guo Zixing smiled: "What did you swallow? The old man didn't swallow anything."

Feng Ji smiled: "Haha, I didn't want to touch you, but you insist on seeking your own death."

Guo Zixing's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly retreated, shouting: "Humph, this is not Guangmingding. I advise you not to use force -"

Before he finished speaking, there was only a cry.

Feng Ji pulled out the Yitian Sword, and the green sword gang swept over him instantly.

With a pop, the guard in front was instantly cut in half by the sword.

Guo Zixing's face changed drastically, and he shouted in horror: "Do it!"

In an instant, guards all around rushed forward.

Feng Ji shouted coldly: "Kill me!"

boom!

Peng Yingyu and Wei Yixiao took action at the same time.

The whole yard was filled with screams.

Feng Ji, on his side, casually punched two guards and strode towards Guo Zixing.

Guo Zixing was frightened and angry, and shouted: "How dare you, I am the leader of the Red Scarf Army, if you kill me, no one in the world's rebel army will obey you!"

Feng Ji laughed: "Don't obey me? Hahaha, old man, you represent the world's rebels? Idiot!"

"Everyone in the world hates Bao Yuan. Do you think that without you, no one would rise up and rebel?"

"If you don't obey me, you will die!"

However, he saw the sword swinging across, and with a pop, Guo Zixing's head flew up and rolled down.

With a bang, it fell to the ground and spun around a few times.

Before he died, his eyes were still staring.

Feng Ji sneered and swung the Yitian Sword again.

With a pop, Guo Zixing's belly was cut open.

The tip of the sword turned slightly and picked out the crumpled letter.

Feng Ji sneered: "Do you think that if you eat it, your body will be destroyed? You are naive."

"Master, what's wrong, I just asked the maids in the backyard, and they said that Miss Zhou was sent away early from the backyard!"

Wei Yixiao hurried back and said anxiously.

Feng Ji frowned, glanced at Guo Zixing's head, and sneered: "Old man, no wonder you are talking to me about him here, it turns out it is just to delay time."

"Did you find out where you went?"

"Monk Peng gave chase." Wei Yixiao said hurriedly.

Feng Ji snorted coldly: "Find a box and wrap up this old guy's head."

"Leader, is this what you want?"

"These people rebelled in the name of our Ming Cult and tricked the people into joining them, but they took the opportunity to start anew and did not listen to our teachings."

"Aren't Zhu Yuanzhang and Tang Yang going to start a new business? Hahaha, I will give him a big gift."

At that moment, everyone rushed out of Guo Zixing's mansion and chased the carriage.

Not long after, I heard the sound of a fierce fight coming from the front.

But I saw dozens of guards besieging Peng Yingyu.

Peng Yingyu is one of the Wusan people and can be considered a master in the world. It is not easy to kill these ordinary people.

After dozens of breaths, the guard fell to the ground.

The carriage ran tens of meters away.

Peng Yingyu hurriedly chased after him and instantly grabbed the horse's reins.

He turned around and shouted into the carriage: "Miss Zhou, do you still remember me, Monk Peng?"

He stretched out his hand to lift the curtain.

However, at this moment, a dagger whizzed towards him.

Peng Yingyu was suddenly startled, and hurriedly turned over and jumped out of the carriage.

But inside the curtain, a woman with big feet grabbed the reins and thrust a dagger into the horse's butt.

Suddenly the fierce horses screamed and galloped, pulling the carriage at high speed.

Peng Yingyu stood up and couldn't help being shocked and angry: "What a powerful woman!"

He was about to chase after him when suddenly, there was a sound breaking through the sky!

Peng Yingyu looked up and couldn't help laughing: "The leader is here!"

But he saw Feng Ji flying in the sky. He was in mid-air, and the Yitian Sword was unsheathed in an instant!

The cyan sword slashed out with a roar, and with a clatter, the sword landed directly on the fierce horse.

Suddenly, the horse made a bang and was blown apart by the sword energy, and blood spurted out.

The whole carriage roared and hit the ground.

The person inside screamed, and two figures flew out quickly due to inertia.

Feng Ji was in mid-air, and he grabbed it with one hand. His internal energy roared suddenly, whipping up a strong wind and sucking the woman wearing a rosy skin phoenix crown into his arms.

The woman's body is gentle, her hands are soft, and the girl's body fragrance is coming to her nostrils.

Feng Ji lowered his head and saw Zhou Zhiruo's face full of panic, as beautiful as an orchid, and as beautiful as a fairy.

Although he was panic-stricken, he could not conceal his peerless appearance.

Compared to when I met her a few years ago, she has completely grown up and is extremely beautiful.

Her skin is as white as jade, her eyes are like stars, with willow-leaf eyebrows and small cherry mouth. She looks like a fairy when she comes out of the world, but because she is wearing a wedding dress, she is like a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world.

Zhou Zhiruo was caught in mid-air by Feng Ji, but her acupoints were tapped and her whole body was as limp as mud.

Feng Ji frowned slightly, put a little force in his arms, and hugged her in his arms. He suddenly felt that the girl looked fragile, but the burden on her chest was heavy.

When the two landed, Feng Ji supported her and said with a smile: "Little girl, we meet again."

When Zhou Zhiruo saw Feng Ji's face clearly, tears of excitement overflowed, but she could not speak or move her hands.

Feng Ji was slightly surprised, then his face darkened: "They tapped your acupuncture points?"

Now he gently performed the exercises, which immediately opened her acupuncture points and immediately helped her regain her ability to move.

Zhou Zhiruo felt her whole body tremble, and the acupuncture points all over her body were broken. She suddenly let out a sob, hugged Feng Ji, and shouted with choked sobs: "Brother Feng... wu wu wu... Chang Yuchun's seller asked for glory, he lied to me. Jiangxi wants to marry me to Zhu Yuanzhang..."

She cried so hard that Feng Ji couldn't help but hug her slender waist and said with a gloomy look, "Chang Yuchun also took refuge with Zhu Yuanzhang?"

Zhou Zhiruo nodded vigorously and cried: "I thought he really wanted to help me get revenge, but who knew... who knew he was actually using me to summon my father's old troops, and said that there were many rebels in the world, and only Zhu Yuanzhang was the wise king..."

Feng Ji gently patted her back and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, leave this matter to me."

Zhou Zhiruo cried, and Feng Ji looked at the other woman who was thrown out.

The woman was much older than Zhou Zhiruo and looked to be in her early twenties.

His appearance was not bad, but he was a little disgraced from the fall.

Seeing Feng Ji looking over at this time, the woman stood up and gritted her teeth and said: "You are so bold, do you know who you are robbing? This is the unmarried wife of Zhu Yuanzhang, the master of Fengyang altar in Mingjiao. Don't you want to live?" I wonder who has the final say in Fengyang?"

Feng Ji's eyes were slightly cold: "Zhu Yuanzhang has such a great reputation, so it turns out that Fengyang has become his votive authority? I thought this place was still my Mingjiao territory."

The woman's face was gloomy: "Hey, among the rebels in the world, who doesn't call himself a disciple of the Ming Cult?"

"You are the leader of the Ming Cult, but don't think you really control the world's rebels. I advise you to let go of Sister Zhou. Master Zhu Tan is the future leader of the world. With his talents and strategies, he will be able to dominate the world sooner or later and drive out the Tatars. .”

Feng Ji sneered: "It seems that you admire Zhu Yuanzhang quite a lot? In that case, why don't you marry that Zhu Yuanzhang?"

At that moment, Feng Ji suddenly pointed his finger in the air, and with a bang, he directly touched the woman's acupoint.

The woman was immediately unable to move, her face full of shock and anger.

Feng Ji looked at Zhou Zhiruo and said, "Little girl, go change clothes with her."

Zhou Zhiruo was stunned: "Brother Feng, what are you going to do?"

"Haha, she appreciates Zhu Yuanzhang so much, why not let her marry Zhu Yuanzhang, and I will personally go and solemnize the marriage for Zhu Yuanzhang, hahaha."

At that moment, Feng Ji asked Zhou Zhiruo to change clothes with the woman, then found a carriage and took people directly to Zhu Yuanzhang's manor.

The carriage drove quickly and soon arrived at Zhu's house.

But at this time, the Zhu family had already hung up red flower lanterns, which was full of celebration.

There are people coming and going, and it is very lively.

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't seem to know that Feng Ji had killed Tang He in anger and beheaded Guo Zixing.

The boy at the door stopped Feng Ji's carriage and asked, "Where did the guest come from?"

Peng Yingyu punched the boy open and shouted: "The leader of our sect is here in person, how dare you block the door?"

Wei Yixiao immediately took a deep breath and shouted with his inner strength: "The leader of the Ming Cult, Ming Zun Feng Ji is here in person!"

The lively sounds in the yard disappeared instantly, and then only the crackling sound of the teacup breaking was heard.

It seemed that the people inside were shocked by the singing.

Feng Ji strode into the courtyard and saw that there were old and young, men and women.

The most conspicuous person in the hall is Tang Yang, the flag bearer of the Flood Flag!

Tang Yang was sitting in the upper seat. Opposite him was a middle-aged man with a pockmarked face.

Both of them looked extremely ugly and looked at each other.

Tang Yang whispered: "Why didn't Tang He send someone back to warn?"

Zhu Yuanzhang took a deep breath and whispered: "I'm afraid Tang He has been killed. The person named Feng is not good. Hold the flag and send people over quickly."

Tang Yang frowned slightly and said in a low voice: "I'm afraid something is wrong. Although this Feng Ji is not old, his martial arts is extremely high. You are not in Guangmingding and have never seen him take action. I'm afraid it will be too late to send someone here now." It’s too late.”

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes showed worry and he said: "It seems that we can only act according to circumstances."

He said this, but glanced at Xu Da who was standing aside.

Xu Da understood immediately, quietly took a few steps back, and quickly left through the back door.

At this time, Feng Ji strode into the hall, and Peng Yingyu shouted: "Tang Yang, why don't you kneel down when you see the leader?"

Tang Yang's heart trembled, and he glanced at Feng Ji, remembering Feng Ji's terrifying posture at Guangmingding.

He secretly complained in his heart, and immediately stood up and knelt down, shouting: "My subordinate, Tang Yang, the flag bearer of the Flood Flag, is knocking on the door of the leader, but he is not able to greet me from afar. Please forgive me!"

Feng Ji said calmly: "Tang Zhangqi's footsteps are so fast. I left Guangmingding with my front foot, and you arrived at Fengyang with your back foot. I think you are a brother who doesn't miss Guangmingding at all."

Tang Yang said quickly: "Whatever the leader said, my subordinates also received the invitation. Zhu Yuanzhang, the master of Fengyang Altar, was very happy, so he came to participate."

At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang also stood up, with a smile on his face, and said: "My subordinate Zhu Yuanzhang, please bow to the leader."

He knelt down on one knee and saluted Feng Ji respectfully.

Feng Ji sneered and said: "I just found out about Master Zhu's wedding day and happened to meet your bride on the road, so we took her over together."

But outside the door, Peng Yingyu drove a carriage in and grabbed a woman wearing a wedding dress from the car.

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at the woman and secretly wondered, this Feng Ji was not here to cause trouble?

He suppressed the doubts in his heart and said, "I thank the leader."

Feng Ji smiled slightly: "Okay, you all come to worship, I will host it for you."

Everyone did not dare to refuse, and immediately began to walk in the chapel cautiously under Feng Ji's gaze.

Before being sent to the bridal chamber, Peng Yingyu suddenly smiled and said: "Master Zhu Tan, the leader has also given you a gift, which has been placed in your new house. Remember to take a look after uncovering your wife's head."

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't know why, he cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, Master."

Now he took his bride back to the room, but he kept thinking about Feng Ji's purpose.

Why did his capable subordinate Tang He never come back?

While thinking about it, he went to lift the bride's hijab and said: "Madam, from now on you and I will be a family. Don't worry, the hatred of the Zhou family is the hatred of Zhu Yuanzhang. After I accept the old subordinates of the Zhou family, I will definitely ...Ah——! You...Miss Ma!"

He opened the hijab, his pupils shrank instantly, and his face was full of shock and anger.

But under the hijab, Miss Zhou, who was still as beautiful as a fairy, turned out to be Guo Zixing's adopted daughter Ma!

He couldn't believe it and asked quickly: "Miss Ma, how could it be you?"

Ma's eyes were full of anxiety, but he was speechless.

Zhu Yuanzhang understood immediately, reached out hurriedly, and tapped Ma's acupoints a few times.

Ma finally spoke, tears falling, and cried: "Brother Zhu, that man named Feng came to my house. My adoptive father was afraid that something might change, so he asked me to take Miss Zhou away first. Who would have thought that he would be chased by this guy?" , and... you still came up with such a way to humiliate me!"

Zhu Yuanzhang was shocked and angry. He stood up suddenly and said, "Is General Guo okay?"

"I...I don't know either."

Zhu Yuanzhang was anxious, suddenly thought of something, and immediately looked at a box on the desk.

His eyes narrowed slightly. Is this the gift box that Peng Yingyu mentioned?

He hurried over and reached out to open the gift box.

Suddenly doubt appeared in his eyes, he stopped slightly, turned to look at Mr. Ma, and said, "This is the gift box sent by someone named Feng. Do you know what it is?"

Ma shook her head. At this time, she had unlocked the acupuncture points and quickly walked to the edge of the desk.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at her and whispered: "Open it and take a look."

Ma was stunned and couldn't help but glance at Zhu Yuanzhang. There was a trace of sadness in his eyes. He stepped forward and pushed open the lid of the gift box.

"ah--"

Ma suddenly screamed.

Zhu Yuanzhang quickly took a step back and asked, "What is it?"

Ma's eyes turned red instantly and she started crying: "Father——!"

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned. Only then did he realize that he had guessed wrong. He quickly walked over and took a look into the box. His heart instantly became cold and he was covered in cold sweat!

Inside is the head of General Guo!

His scalp was numb and he understood instantly.

Feng Ji came here just to deal with him!

At that moment, he turned around quickly and opened the door.

But in the courtyard, the men brought by Feng Ji were standing in the courtyard with their swords drawn.

Feng Ji was sitting on a chair, with the beautiful Zhou Zhiruo standing next to him.

Opposite them, there were two people kneeling.

It was Chang Yuchun and Tang Yang!