I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

The feud between Du Si and Wang Boan once spread throughout Kyoto.

Now that several years have passed, the silence has not subsided, but has intensified with the spread of Xinxue.

People like to study the experiences of famous people, and interpret from various anecdotes to prove that this person has been extraordinary for a long time, and success is only a matter of time.

Du Shouren's Golden Palace angrily beats the traitor. There is already a storybook on the market, which may have been written by one of Wang Boan's political enemies.

"Mr. Du, don't worry. Some people are gone when they die, leaving no traces."

Cheng Jiaoyu comforted him by saying: "With the spread of Xinxue, Mr. Du's name will surely be passed down through the ages and live in people's hearts forever!"

"..."

Du Si didn't know how to understand it for a moment.

Cheng Jiaoyu reported to Yan Shanchang, and Du Si just entered Mingxintang. .

"Meet Mr. Yan Shan!"

Du Si said respectfully: "I have heard the name of the mountain chief for a long time, and today I finally meet him."

"sit."

Yan Yuanzheng said with a smile: "Isn't it better to be famous than to meet him? I am an old man who only has years, but he is nothing more than that."

"What the students read when they were young were the enlightenment works written by Yan Shanchang, and later they were read at home by the commentaries on the Five Classics written by Shanchang."

Du Siqing said sincerely: "Although I have never met the mountain leader, we can call him master and disciple!"

"Hahaha!"

Yan Yuanzheng suddenly laughed loudly: "I never thought that the dignified founder of Xinxue would be better at establishing relationships than Wang Bo'an. He is just a half-master with a shameless face."

Du Si said seriously: "Xinxue originally originated from Confucianism. If the mountain leader had not laid the foundation in front of him, the student might be like his old father, collecting rent at home."

"I got the title for no reason, and it will definitely be recorded in the history books in the future. With this cause and effect, it seems that I can't agree to it."

Yan Yuanzheng said: "Mr. Du, who do you plan to support?"

"Li Xun!"

Dusi said slowly.

"Huh? Not King Yan?"

Yan Yuanzheng said: "Wang Kan, the chief official of Prince Yan, studied law, but he also studied Confucian classics intensively. He attended several lectures under my seat and came to visit me a few days ago."

Du Si said: "I don't know any King Yan. I just feel that someone who has never even defeated Qingqiu is not suitable to be an emperor!"

Yan Yuanzheng said: "The sage has said that if you are wary, you will perish!"

"Things are different now."

Du Si pointed to the sky: "Either fight or die!"

Yan Yuanzheng was silent for a moment, nodded and said: "Times have changed, and Daqian really needs an emperor who dares to fight. I will write a letter to the student now."

Jixia Academy was the cradle of officials of the Daqian court. Yan Yuanzheng's students were at least high-ranking officials.

"The mountain chief agreed so easily?"

Du Si has already thought of various strategies, among which coming to Jixia Academy to teach is one of the conditions.

Yan Yuanzheng smiled and said: "I have become the teacher of the founder of mind science, how can I still be in trouble with my disciples?"

"Thank you Master Yan!"

Du Si bowed and saluted.

…

Qingfeng Xiaozhu.

Zhou Yi returned home, took out his address book, and turned to the Sanwu page.

"What have fellow Taoists been busy with these days?"

After a while.

Sanwu replied: "In recent days, I have been studying the Taoism of the Patriarch. If I achieve Qingyun, I can seek immortality from the Patriarch."

Zhouyi asked: "Emperor Hongde died, and the martial saints competed with each other to choose the king. Do fellow Taoists know?"

"Of course, we are also the great uncles of the great emperor!"

Sanwu replied: "Many old guys from the royal family hope that the poor Taoist will come out and support so and so, saying that he has the appearance of a wise king and a holy master. Do you really think that the old Taoist can't read fortune tellers?"

After the death of Emperor Jingtai, Sanwu rose a generation higher, and now Emperor Hongde has passed away again, truly becoming the royal immortal.

Zhou Yi did not beat around the bush and replied: "Today's summons is about the same matter. I hope that fellow Taoists can carry out some activities in Buddhism and Taoism, at least to support them in terms of momentum."

"no problem!"

Sanwu agreed directly: "Pindao will go to the two sects to brush his face, and then contact some old guys from the royal family."

Zhou Yi was surprised and said: "Fellow Taoist, you agreed without even asking who it was?"

"How can the friendship with fellow Taoists be compared to a mere fight for a dragon?"

Sanwu said: "Besides, Taoist friends have shown their true nature in the book, so the person chosen must be fair."

"Exactly who it is has not yet been determined."

Zhou Yi said: "If the King of Yan can brave the difficulties and lead troops to the capital, he will naturally support him. If he lives in the southwest, he will support Li Xun as the emperor."

"Fellow Taoist is brilliant!"

Sanwu replied: "I have always fought for the throne by myself, how could I rush to deliver it to my hands?"

Zhou Yi said: "Fellow Taoist is also of royal blood. You can also come to Kyoto to join in the fun and make a call..."

"Humph! If the old Taoist wanted to fight for the throne, how could there be anything about Emperor Chenglu back then?"

Sanwu then persuaded: "Fellow Taoist, you should focus more on your practice. Now that you have the guidance of the True Immortal Patriarch, it is an unparalleled celestial destiny that you cannot miss. How can the ordinary mortal world compare with it?"

"That's how it should be!"

Zhou Yi and San Wu chatted for a long time before saying good night to each other.

Return to the house and sit cross-legged to meditate.

Zhou Yi took the elixir of pure Yang, and the power of pure Yang was refined into the Yin God.

When the moon was in the middle of the sky, I could faintly hear the call to pray. Zhou Yi calculated with his fingers, knowing the cause and effect, and immediately used the magic power of marrying dreams.

Dream sky.

Purple air lingers. White clouds are steaming.

Zhou Yi transformed into Yun Zhongzi, held back his smile, and looked down at Zhang Cheng.

"But you have a choice in your mind?"

"The immortal is calculating!"

Zhang Cheng bowed and said: "This disciple has decided that he is willing to lead the red thread for Old Man Yuexia and find the best marriage for all men and women in the world."

"Can."

A bright purple energy appeared in Zhou Yi's hand, and he said: "Here is Zhang Cheng, who has perfected his humanity and merits, and is pardoned and canonized as a righteous god..."

"Immortal, wait a minute."

Zhang Cheng's eyes were straight with purple energy, he tried hard to hold back his heartbeat, and said: "Please ask the Immortal Chief to pardon the title later, the disciple still needs to deal with the mundane world. How about this, the disciple shouted on the wall of the Daqian Palace that I am the true god At that time, the Immortal sent a miracle."

"In this way, it is not only convenient for the disciples, but also increases the reputation of the Immortal!"

"..."

Zhou Yi couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. Since Zhang Cheng was determined to seek death, he couldn't stop him. He put away his purple energy and said.

"Can!"

"Thank you, Immortal Chief, the disciple has withdrawn!"

Zhang Cheng was so happy that he began to imagine the scene of becoming a god on the palace wall.

…

Luo Jing spent a month in peace and chaos.

In the second year of Hongde's reign, on August 23, the emperor was buried in Wusheng Mountain.

Unlike Emperor Jingtai who was accompanied by hundreds of officials and tens of thousands of people crying to see him off, the funeral procession was mostly composed of members of Emperor Hongde's clan.

How could the others care about the expired emperor? Seeing that the great event was coming to an end, they were trying their best to gather their strength and wait for Hongde to be buried.

The streets were empty, and no one knew how many people were watching the funeral procession leaving the capital.

There were spies following him all the way, and they would send messages to the city at any time.

Emperor Hongde's tomb is located near the foot of Wusheng Mountain. It is said that the auspicious point was personally selected by Wusheng to protect the country, which was unanimously affirmed by the Supervisor Tiansi.

Yuan Jianzheng praised him repeatedly, saying that it was a good thing that Wu Sheng did not practice divination and law enforcement, otherwise there would be nothing wrong with the Tianji Sect!

At noon, the sun is blazing.

Li Ze, the legitimate son of the late emperor, personally shoveled the earth and buried his father in the ground. He knew that he would not get the throne, so he worked hard to show his loyalty and filial piety in order to survive.

After the funeral, all parties in Beijing received the message immediately, and many people looked in the direction of the palace.

"Destiny is mine!"

"Who rules the ups and downs?"

"He who has strong soldiers and horses will do it!"

"It can be replaced!"

"Does Emperor Ning have the guts?"

"The east wind is coming!"

As the last sentence fell, the sound of trumpets sounded in the city.

The people who were in agitated mood looked slightly stagnant and looked toward the east of the city. ,

Secretly scolding who is so impatient, what if he offends the Martial Saint and appoints the emperor again?

Patrol the city and camp the government offices.

The formation restrictions were opened, and more than 40,000 soldiers rushed out like a torrent, howling.

There is only one goal, to capture the imperial city.

These soldiers were still fighting monsters at the beginning of the year, and they no longer knew what fear was, so they charged along the central street.

There are 108 squares in the capital, and there are gates and walls between the squares and the city, and soldiers from all sides are stationed on them.

Chengyifang, which is next to the patrol camp, is stationed under the command of the Sixth Prince. They saw countless arrogant and powerful generals. They were shocked by the evil aura of the terrifying military formation. The leading general was so frightened that his legs went limp and he slumped against the wall.

Without even making a sound to stop them, the leading soldiers jumped onto the city wall.

The giant ax that was half a man tall passed by and broke the limp leader into two pieces, letting out a loud roar.

"Open the door!"

"Okay, okay..."

The soldiers threw away their swords and quickly opened the gate of Fangshi.

Pass through Chengyi Square, pass Guande Square, enter Sishun Square, break Jishan Square, and see the palace in front.

The palace gate is closed tightly, and all the bridges on the Luo River branch in front have been destroyed.

In just half an hour, Li Xun's troops arrived at the imperial city as if they were in a deserted place.

The elite soldiers that the emperor's uncles and princes relied on were like the old, weak, sick and disabled. Most of the companies could not bear the evil spirit of the army and they all turned into birds and beasts.

Li Xun stopped his horse by the moat, looked at the trembling guards on the palace wall, and said with a smile.

"This general has never fought such an easy battle!"

Zhang Cheng and Du Sihu were by Li Xun's side, and other military experts were fighting in the dark.

Du Si said: "These guards are mostly serving as His Majesty's guard of honor. They have never even seen blood. Not to mention that compared with demons from outside the territory, they are not even as good as the local soldiers who suppress bandits."

"Attack the city quickly, attack the city quickly, Lao Zhang, I can't bear it anymore!"

Zhang Cheng has waited for a long time, and finally today, he will show his holiness in front of the world.

Li Xun nodded slightly and ordered.

"Siege the city!"

As the voice fell, a Taoist spell fell into the moat, and the originally turbulent river water turned into a solid soldier.

"kill!"

Chen Ying led the vanguard battalion and charged towards the palace gate.

The imperial guards on the palace wall threw down the prepared rolling stones and wood in accordance with the city defense code learned at the Military Academy.

The Forbidden Army are all carefully selected elite soldiers. Others may not be as good, but they all have martial arts skills and their strength is far beyond ordinary people.

"Is this children's play house?"

Chen Ying sneered, melted the gun with his body, and turned into a stream of light falling on the city wall.

The Martial Saint intends to fight for the dragon, and has ordered the ban on the palace formation to be closed. Otherwise, even the masters of refining the gods cannot shake it, so why fight?

The cheerful Imperial Guards who were throwing rolling stones were at a loss when they saw Chen Ying flying onto the city wall in an instant.

Isn't this different from what we learned in military books?

…

Prince Chu's Mansion.

A guest came this morning to ask the King of Chu about martial arts.

Pei Yu, the master of Tongtian Sword, and several demon-slayer captains tried to stop him, but his soul was in pain silently, and he fainted.

The Demon Slayer Captain is the top force in the Demon Slaying Division. He is not only a third-level martial arts master, but also has to personally kill the Demon King to gain this title.

"Master Pei's swordsmanship is really unpredictable!"

The King of Chu had already reached the pinnacle of martial arts, and was supported by the entire royal family. His strength was as strong as that of Emperor Jingtai back then. He could clearly sense the mysterious and mysterious sword energy that enveloped the entire Prince of Chu's palace.

"I have recently studied the way of swordsmanship and gained a little bit."

Pei Yu said: "In the sect meeting back then, I was slightly inferior to the prince, so I came here specifically to ask for advice today."

Daqian suppressed the sect's power, and Jingtai's dynasty went even further. Pei Yu outperformed many sect leaders at that time, and he was provoked by the King of Chu just after he took charge of the alliance. Pei Yu had no choice but to compete in a battle of wits, and naturally lost.

At that time, the stakes in the competition were that the sect accepted a disciple and had to apply to the court for a letter of acceptance.

Emperor Jingtai took advantage of this opportunity to bring the sect's forces under his jurisdiction in one fell swoop, just like Buddhism and Taoism that require an ultimatum.

This incident became a demon in Pei Yu's heart, and he determined to defeat the King of Chu and avenge his previous humiliation.

King Chu shook his head slightly and admitted defeat directly.

"Swordsmanship is now close to the realm, one step away from the Martial Saint. I have been addicted to the world these years, and my martial arts practice is no longer comparable to that of Sword Master Pei!"

"In that case."

Pei Yu was not aggressive and said: "Until the capital is pacified, it would be best for the King of Chu to stay in his mansion."

King Chu did not refuse and suddenly looked in the direction of the imperial city.

"The city was destroyed? It was so fast!"

…

royal palace.

The army poured in like a tide, and then replaced the imperial troops and became the garrison.

Li Xun stood on the palace wall, facing the south from the north, and could see all of Kyoto at a glance, and he couldn't help but feel extremely proud.

"A true man, this is what you should do!"

After being proud, he quickly became serious. The destruction of the city had been expected. The difficult part was to defend the city from behind, facing all the dragon-fighting forces in the capital.

They must unite together and shovel Li Xun out of the chessboard first with strong soldiers and horses.

After the war in Fangshi, Li Xun was confident that his soldiers could easily crush other forces, even if it happened several times more.

What is really difficult is the high-end power. If you cannot stop the master of refining the gods, your soldiers may suffer heavy losses.

Li Xun looked at Wang Kan, the chief official of the Yan Palace, and said: "Send a message to His Majesty the King of Yan. We have occupied it. Please march quickly and come to the capital as soon as possible to ascend the throne!"

"General..."

Wang Kan's voice became unnatural: "A few days ago, King Yan sent a message saying that Taizu had a legacy and that local vassal kings were not allowed to enter the capital without an imperial edict."

Li Xun's expression changed slightly when he heard this.

"What do you mean, Mr. Wang?"

Du Si said: "His Royal Highness King Yan will not come to the capital to ascend the throne!"

Li Xun immediately said angrily: "We are bathing in blood in the capital, or we may be attacked by a group of people. How can your highness do this? Is the blood of the soldiers going to be shed in vain again?"

Chen Ying said with relief: "Brother Xun, don't be impatient. Maybe it's a good thing if King Yan doesn't come!"

"If His Highness King Yan does not come to the capital to ascend the throne, we will fail in our struggle and will be liquidated in the future."

Li Xun looked to his left and right, then looked at the soldiers stationed solemnly on the palace wall, and suddenly burst into tears: "It is useless for me to die. I pity the people in the army. I promised to give them a fortune, but I have to break my promise again!"

"Hehehehe! Brother Xun, have you forgotten that you are a descendant of the King of Zhongshan and a true bloodline of Taizu!"

Zhang Cheng took out a roll of yellow silk from his arms and said, "Old Zhang has found the late emperor's edict."

Chen Ying said with relief: "Brother Xun, don't be impatient. Maybe it's a good thing if King Yan doesn't come!"

"If His Highness King Yan does not come to the capital to ascend the throne, we will fail in our struggle and will be liquidated in the future."