Chapter 138 Tianjie tramples all the bones of the prince

Chapter 138 Tianjie tramples all the bones of the prince

Lu Jing's few words revealed another strong and bloody aura.

Some people may think they are cruel, but it depends on which side they are on.

At least in the eyes of more than 90% of the people, they are first-class saints, and Zhenjun is the first saint in Qing history.

As for other saints, what are they? Did you give them food?

Soon, Kou Zhen returned with his troops. He was covered in soft armor, and the enemy's blood hung on it, which had not completely dried up.

"The Tang soldiers have been defeated." Kou Zhen took off his armor.

This is mithril soft armor, and ordinary swords, guns, swords and halberds cannot penetrate it.

After taking Guanzhong, they are already a famous force in the world. If they are willing to negotiate terms, even some small rebel kings will join them, and their territory may be doubled.

Two hundred miles away from Chang'an, in the Tang army's camp, a group of people were drinking wine.

Zhu Shan, a man as tall as an iron tower, said unwillingly: "I, a veteran of the Tang Dynasty, have been fighting in the desert for many years. I am invincible with 30,000 cavalry. I never thought that I would be defeated today. I can't do anything to the folks in Taiyuan."

Zhu Shan was very depressed. He was the one who led the vanguard this time. Unexpectedly, he was hit head-on by Kou Zhen and almost couldn't escape.

Thinking of this, he just wanted to go back and drink some human milk, eat and drink enough, and then fight Kou Zhen again.

"Hey, Kou Zhen is too powerful." Tang Ming's other right-hand man, Li Lin, sighed.

Li Lin is also known as the Little Bully. He loves to tease women from good families, such as breaking into other people's weddings to steal brides, and going to the boudoir of rich ladies to force people to drink.

The composition of the people present here is complex, including children of aristocratic families with aloof status, upright direct descendants, registered disciples of Goguryeo swordsman masters, generals from all walks of life, and noble scholars from poor families with rich knowledge.

People of different identities and classes were firmly united around Tang Ming, which was why so many people thought he was the British master.

"Taoism captured Chang'an, Xu Xuan destroyed the Yinshan sect and dominated the Demon Sect; people in the world are so stupid, they only look at immediate interests, and the world will eventually be in chaos." Yun Qiong sighed.

She decided that she must invite the elders of the sect to come out. The current situation was beyond their control.

Boom!

At this time, Tang Ming, who was drunk, put down the bottle of wine. His eyes became clear after being drunk. He looked at Yun Qiong and said, "There is no need to blame the people harshly. Everyone is like this."

"There is a bad land in everyone's heart. If not disciplined, it will turn people into beasts. Therefore, we need to study things, gain knowledge, be sincere, have a correct mind, and cultivate ourselves to control the bad land in our hearts and turn it into good farmland. This is a gentleman."

"A gentleman herds the people with principles, controls the evil fields in the hearts of the people, and promotes his own way in the world. This is how the fertile fields bear fruit. This is how to govern the country and bring peace to the world."

Tang Ming's words were widely recognized.

Reputation cannot be achieved by mere boasting. Tang Ming had the ability to govern the world and had the theory to make everyone in the world look like a dragon. Only in this way did he gain the reputation of being a beacon in troubled times.

Whether it is the desert or Goguryeo, Tang Ming's reputation is outstanding. Whether he is from aristocratic family or common people, his reputation is very good.

Therefore, he must be the master of England.

"Have the Cui family, Longxi Li family, and Lu family been detained?"

Tang Ming stood up, dressed in a green shirt, looking cool and leisurely.

"Yes, I am now in Chang'an City, not knowing whether I will live or die."

"Okay, I'll go over there."

Tang Ming picked up a pot of old wine, used Qinggong, and floated away.

The men behind him looked at each other and hurriedly caught up.

"Jian Tang, you can go with me too." Yun Qiong said, looking at the silent swordsman in white beside him, holding a sword.

This is the registered disciple of the great master of swordsmanship in Goguryeo. He was born in a poor family and has superb swordsmanship. He is known as the world's best swordsman. He befriended Tang Ming when he was young and has followed Tang Ming all these years.

The imperial palace in Chang'an City.

All the idlers and others were cleared out.

In the Tai Chi Hall, Kou Zhen sat cross-legged, breathing out his inner energy.

The blood in the body becomes stronger at a very slow speed.

In another ten or twenty years, I am afraid that our strength will be able to reach another level.

At this time, there seemed to be some movement outside the hall.

Kou Zhen opened his eyes and let out a breath.

"Um?"

Kou Zhen walked out and saw the backyard garden and a pavilion in the middle of the lake sitting in a green shirt.

Flowers bloom under the moon, with faint fragrance and sparse shadows.

The green shirt is carefree and the lake is sparkling.

The man's eyes were melancholy, with a hint of drunkenness. He raised his head high, drank a lot of water, and smiled again: "The war situation was chaotic, but I finally got half a day's leisure... What's going on in the mountains, making wine with Songhua, making tea with spring water, I wish I could be at ease ,Ha ha."

"Who are you?" Kou Zhen probably guessed who this person was. The spies had described the appearance and characteristics of the leaders of all the forces.

"Why should we meet before? Does it matter who I am?" Tang Ming didn't look back, as if he was not afraid of Kou Zhen's sudden attack. "I'm here to reason. As the leader of an army, shouldn't you not even give in to the truth?" Shall I tell you?"

"Then please tell me." Kou Zhen crossed his arms and looked at this person with interest by the lake.

"In the first year of Kaiping, there was a war in Chang'an. General Yang Yuan wanted to massacre the city for seven days. Cui Yuanzhong persuaded General Yang alone, and the people survived."

"The son of the former prime minister was fond of killing beauties. Lu Yi, who was the governor of Chencang County at the time, tried his best to impeach him. In the end, the prime minister's son was brought to justice... The barbarians invaded the border, and the Li family in Longxi held on to the isolated city for several months..."

Kou Zhen suddenly understood and said: "You want me to let the family go? Huh? Have I denied the deeds of the ancestors of the family? If the ancestors have merit, the descendants can be forgiven for doing evil?"

"Just kill the evildoer. If you kill a good person by mistake, where is your conscience?" Tang Ming said slowly.

"The son of a noble family ordered his servants to kill people. Whose fault is it? The noble family lent money and killed countless people. Who enjoyed the hard-earned money?"

The two people looked at things from different angles, so their concepts of good and evil were naturally different.

The viewpoints that Xu Xuan instilled in them were from later generations.

For example, a woman was insulted by a person of high status when she was very unwilling.

According to Taoism, no matter what your status is, it is the crime of adultery, and the sentence should be given as it should be.

If it were a noble family, if the person who committed the crime turned over a new leaf, or even married the person in a formal way, and took the person home in eight sedan chairs, then the matter would be over, and it would be a happy ending for everyone.

When Kou Zhen mentioned this example, Tang Ming remained silent.

Because this is not an example, he had several good brothers who did the same.

"You are high above, always wanting to establish your mind for the world, establish your life for the people, pass on your unique skills to the saints, and bring peace to the world forever. You always think that you are in the front and feel that others need you. Now it is the people who establish your life and transform your unique skills. Can't you bear it?"

"Seeing others suffer, you always say that they should work hard and starve... bullshit, why don't you suffer yourself? Go and build a canal. If you can last for a month, I will lose."

Tang Ming couldn't help laughing and said, "What a righteous man, aren't you the same?"

"Indeed, whether it is the True Lord or ourselves, we never conceal our purpose. At least while satisfying our selfish purposes, we will also share some soup with the people. We just don't do it as badly as you do."

The atmosphere was a little silent, and neither of them took action.

Tang Ming chewed on Kou Zhen's words, his eyes gradually brightened, and he muttered to himself: "Establish a heart for the world, establish a life for the people... Good sentences, it should be made clear..." Then, he turned to look at Kou Zhen and said, "You don't want to fight either. If we continue to fight, it will only benefit other forces for nothing. How about using this pot of old wine and my withdrawal as conditions to exchange for the lives of the noble families?" After that, he used his internal force to throw the wine pot steadily to the shore. "This is Green Ant Wine, a rare and fine wine." Except for close friends, Tang Ming does not give wine easily. Wine is a great pleasure in life. If it is given to people who don't know it, it is really a big spoils the scenery. Looking at the wine pot flying over, Kou Zhen showed a strange smile at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly kicked the wine pot away. "What are you fantasizing about? The heroic spirit of a knight, drinking in the rivers and lakes? I drank your wine. Although we are enemies, we have mutual respect? Haha, I won't buy your tricks."

Kou Zhen laughed heartily. In Tang Ming's horrified eyes, his body rose nine feet taller, and his eyes shone with golden light.

A bunch of black-clothed men emerged from all around, surrounding this place.

"Besides, I'm waiting for my people, what are you waiting for?"

What kind of rivers and lakes morality, martial arts heroic spirit, are all called the devil's way. If you don't do something about the devil, wouldn't it be a loss?

"Kill!!"

Tonight is another fight.

It's not the fault of the people around who didn't guard closely. After all, Chang'an was just settled, and many corners and secret passages were unknown. It's normal that the security is not very strict.

"Young Master!"

"Young Master!"

"Husband!"

"Brother!"

Soon, the people who followed Tang Ming came over.

The two sides fought for a while.

As the destined hero and the hope of the righteous way, Tang Ming is naturally surrounded by masters.

Kou Zhen and Lu Jing's men were not bad either, and they generally had the upper hand.

But they didn't expect that these people were really loyal and would rather die than save people.

"Ah!!" Tang Ming's eyes were bloodshot. His brothers, subordinates, and confidantes were killed and captured in front of him. He finally regretted it.

"Go! Don't disappoint us!"

Everyone roared.

Tang Ming's embarrassed figure gradually disappeared in the distance.

"Haha, Tang Ming, for a drink, you played your heroism and killed so many brothers. Have you tasted the taste of parting?" Kou Zhen's ridicule came from afar, and Tang Ming spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Soon, all the Tang army members were thrown into prison.

The next day, Xu Xuan came to Chang'an.

"Meet the True Lord!"

Everyone reported what had happened recently.

Xu Xuan was speechless when he heard about Tang Ming. He said, "Where did this fool come from... As for the noble families, they should be killed and not a single evil person should be spared."

"The streets of heaven trampled all the bones of the nobles, and the inner treasury was burned to brocade ashes."

As soon as the murderous words came out, blood flowed like a river again, and the imperial star was shaky.

Is the Wei and Jin style, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, really meaningful?

It is meaningful, and the wealth they hid can be regarded as a contribution to the people.

The streets of heaven trampled all the bones of the nobles, and the inner treasury was burned to brocade ashes.

When this sentence spread to the world, the righteous path completely gave up the hope of compromise, and even some of the demons united with them.

And these have nothing to do with Xu Xuan, he is refining skulls in the land of gathering yin.

(I found that I have a lot of typos. Why is this? I didn't find them every time I checked twice. I'm like a blind man.