Chapter 262
"Occasionally there are some fools in this world who try to move mountains regardless of the cost. You might as well ask Hai Wuya why he, the dignified minister, forced himself into a heavenly prison for thirty years and into the dead end he is today. ”
Qiao Mu said: "All choices have a price, he has his price, and I have mine."
The price for ordinary people to break into the palace is death.
Arbors will not die.
His price is lighter, a boring dream that lasts longer than an ordinary person's life.
But ordinary people would not break into the palace.
After careful consideration and understanding of the price he had to pay, he still persisted... This was the martial arts heart he had born after coming out of a long dream that lasted several lifetimes.
Chapter 273 The First and Last Emperors (6k
"All choices come with a price..."
Yanshenji repeated this sentence and his eyes became deep.
Hearing this, he already roughly understood the thoughts of the Qiao family in front of him.
Most people in this world act for fame and fortune. This cannot be said to be vulgar, but rather a human nature.
After all, who doesn’t want to live a better life, and even gain both fame and fortune, and be seen as a saint in front of others and enjoy all the glory and wealth?
But the Qiao family in front of them knew that there were tigers in the mountains, so they preferred to go to the tiger mountains.
It was clear that there were not many breaths left at this time, and his mouth was still very hard.
Maybe Yan Shenji is getting old... When he heard these words, he couldn't help but think of his youth.
In the last years of the Zhou Dynasty nearly three hundred years ago, although no one intervened in the affairs of the state, the government was still tired and the people were in dire straits.
At the end of the dynasty, there were usually peasant uprisings, and the peasants often did not have any great and lofty ideals when they rose up, but just that the people had to rebel and just wanted to survive in troubled times.
Peasant soldiers just want to survive and have food to eat, while careerists want to seize chestnuts from the fire and become kings and ministers... But there are indeed a small group of people who have other lights shining on them.
Impulsive and impatient young people can rise up just for a breath of air and a mouthful of food.
This was the majority of the rebels in the past.
Most of the mature and stable middle-aged people will not follow them in such dangerous things as putting their heads on their belts and confronting the court.
That's most, but not all.
Occasionally there are some fools in this world who know they cannot do anything but do it, and in troubled times there are often more.
Yan Shenji glanced at the trees, then at Emperor Yonghe beside him, and then looked at the devastation in front of the Jinluan Palace.
A familiar feeling of deja vu suddenly arose in his heart.
"It smells so familiar." He suddenly said:
Nearly three hundred years have passed.
Once again he smelled the decay of the last years of the dynasty.
It's just that he was the leader of the rebel army at that time.
Now he is the Dinghai Shenzhen of the Great Yan royal family.
"Is the Great Yan Kingdom Zuo about to be doomed?" He suppressed the thought in his mind and raised the Human King Sword in his hand:
"Now that you have made up your mind, draw your sword."
The golden light of national destiny on the human king's sword faded away, turning into the black and yellow inner energy of the emperor's true power.
The use of one point less of the power of national destiny is also a heavy burden for today's Great Yan Dynasty, and Yan Shenji will not use it lightly, not to mention that his enemy is a martial artist.
"It should have been like this." Qiao Mu leaned over slightly, grabbed the ankles of King Qin's golden body from the shallow pit on the cracked steps, and pulled up the golden body of King Qin that was stuck on the ground.
"Although your Human King Sword is sharp, my Qin King Sword is not bad at all."
"...You call this a sword?" Yan Shenji raised his eyebrows and raised the Human King Sword.
"You said all choices come with a price."
"Now that you have the consciousness to die in battle, it's time for you to pay the price."
Yanshenji has practiced the Changsheng Quan to a superb level, but the ripples and waves are only as powerful as three waves.
The way you practice is the way you practice, and the way you play is the way you play.
Ripple Overlapping Wave Jin is a fighting technique included in Changsheng Quan. Although it is an ultra-limited martial skill, the ultra-limited martial arts in this world are not unique to Changsheng Quan.
What Yan Shenji is best at is not the power of ripples, but his self-created Huangji True Skill.
The long sword pierced the air, splitting the air like a surging sea, and submerged the tree holding the sword of King Qin.
....
The other side of Jinluan Hall.
Hai Wuya stood there blankly, a little lost.
"The reason why Qiao Shuanghuo broke into the palace was because he felt that I shouldn't die in such a way?"
Hai Wuya's heart was full of mixed feelings.
In fact, today was the first time he saw Qiao Shuangtuo, but Qiao Shuangtuo's words and deeds like this always seemed to him natural and nothing against him.
"The Qiao family has been strong and heroic from generation to generation. It is truly a magical family."
Hai Wuya sighed.
Feiyu Wei Chuxing beside him was also touched and a little absent-minded.
But suddenly his heart was shaken, and he sensed the approaching danger with his keen intuition - but it was already too late.
A sword was placed across his neck, and at some point an old man in sixties with slightly white temples appeared behind him.
"Is there really an accomplice of Qiao Shuangtuo?" Chu Xing's mind suddenly turned and he saw Hai Siyuan and Li Changshi appearing beside him.
"Your Majesty was right this time." Chu Xing thought to himself:
"Qiao Shuangtuo has restrained the imperial army by himself. Now everyone's attention is on him, and his accomplices took advantage of other places in the palace to guard the void, and actually came to secretly assassinate Chen Cang."
"However, fortunately there are not many people, only two..."
As he thought about this, he saw the stone city in Li Changshi's hand slowly spinning, and a white-haired old soldier walked out of it.
"Two...more than two hundred?!" Chu Xing gave up resistance directly.
Not to mention that the palace is empty of guards at the moment... Even if it is leaked into a sieve, it is impossible for more than two hundred old soldiers to sneak in.
The stone city in Li Changshi's hands made this possible, and also made Chu Xing and other Feiyu Guards give up resistance directly.
Among the veterans, there are a total of twenty third-grade martial arts warriors who are God Refiners, and the rest are also battlefield veterans who have experienced forty years of bloody battles. It is natural that they can deal with Chu Xing and others.
"It was so successful? It was so simple, even without a single blow, that my father was rescued?" Hai Siyuan was still a little unbelievable at this time.
When he came, he thought about how dangerous the palace was, but he and Li Changshi sneaked in all the way, with great ease.
"Xiao Hai, this is not because we are too strong or too lucky." Li Changshi looked away and landed on Qiao Shuangtuo who was fighting with the Flame God Machine in front of the Jinluan Palace.
At this time, Qiao Shuangmao's skin was cracked and his skin was as black as charcoal. He had obviously gone through a hard battle.
The reason why their journey was so easy was simply because someone was carrying a heavy load in front and attracted most of the firepower.
"You...why are you here? I am already a dying person." Hai Wuya said slowly.
He had always been very calm, but when he saw that his eldest son and the other veterans were in danger, he could no longer calm down and frowned.
In his opinion, he only had a few days left to live, and it would be a bad thing if he involved others, even his colleagues, parents and children.
"Brother Hai, don't be surprised." Li Changshi smiled and said:
"You have your thoughts, we have our choices, that's all."
Hai Siyuan nodded silently.
In fact, he, the eldest son of Hai Wuya, is also an old man in his sixties and has already made his own judgment.
Hai Wuya decided not to involve anyone else and asked Divine Doctor Dong to tell his son that there was no need to come to rescue him.
But Hai Siyuan and others naturally have their own ideas.
"Brother Hai has been rescued... Where should we go now? Should we leave as soon as possible or..." Li Changshi and Hai Siyuan exchanged glances.
They secretly broke into the palace this time, naturally intending to save the dying Hai Wuya.
The purpose has now been achieved.
According to common sense, they should naturally leave the palace quickly.
But just leave quietly without saying a word?
In front, Qiao Shuangtuo was still fighting to death, which attracted the attention of the palace guards. Hai Siyuan thought to himself that without Qiao Shuangtuo in front, they would never have been able to sneak into the palace so easily.
Not to mention anything else, the 10,000 Yulin Army used a dragnet to trap even the extraordinary Qiao Shuangqiu, let alone them.
By then, these two hundred or so old soldiers would be able to defeat ten thousand imperial guardsmen, plus the other masters from the palace?
Now that the matter is over, they pat their butts and leave, sitting back and watching Qiao Shuanghuan fight to the death in front of the Jinluan Palace?
"Of course we can't leave," Hai Siyuan said flatly.
"If you don't leave, what can you do?" Li Changshi was older and calmer:
"The palace master who dealt with him is really unfathomable... Qiao Shuangqiu is already dying. If you and I don't leave, what can we do? Are we going to commit our lives here?"
"At this moment, we have two roads in front of us."
"One way is to pat your butt and leave with Hai Wuya. Anyway, this is our original purpose."
"The second option... a narrow escape from death. Even if you are lucky enough to survive, you will become a traitor to Great Yan, and there will never be peace in the future."
While the two men were talking here, the impatient voices of the other veterans came from behind.
"No, General Li, General Hai... time is running out, why are you still doing a double act?"
"We followed you into the palace, and we knew it for a long time. Why are we still doing this now?" A skinny old soldier with a white beard puffed his beard and glared:
"Why do you think we are here? Let me tell you the truth... Master Hai Wuyahai is certainly a good official, but our friendship with me only lasts a few months. I can't risk my life for him." , come and break into the palace."
Speaking of this, the skinny old soldier showed a slightly sad look on his face:
"I only came to the imperial capital in the last half month. When the imperial court entrusted me with the enfeoffment, I thought about taking the silver reward from the imperial court and returning home..."
"But I can't sleep!" The skinny old soldier's eyes were widened with an inexplicable light:
"I have been fighting with strangers in the desert for forty years. When I came out of the desert, I saw that Great Yan, who had been in my heart for forty years, became like this..."
"You want me to take the money back to my hometown, and I want to watch my fellow villagers continue to worship gods and immortals, and place strangers on the altar... Wasn't the war fought forty years ago in vain? We have hundreds of thousands of robes. , Wouldn’t it be a waste to die?”
The other old soldiers were also silent, feeling sad.
There are not many people who think the same way as a skinny old soldier.
After leaving the desert, there were many old soldiers who took the money and returned to their hometowns.
They were tired of fighting and just wanted to live a stable life in their later years... That was what they thought at first.
They just can't do it.
Fighting has become muscle memory, and the hatred for foreigners is engraved in the bone marrow. They have been fighting against foreigners for most of their lives. Now they are required to adapt to an era where the Great Yan Dynasty has knelt down in front of the Nine Immortal Sects?
They really can't do it.
Therefore, in the past few months, more and more veterans have spontaneously gone to the imperial capital to visit Hai Wuya, and now there are more than 200 people.
Practicing martial arts, practicing "Sumishan King Sutra", practicing any martial arts that can make them stronger.
In the past, there were one hundred thousand troops, but after forty years only the last three hundred remained.
These last three hundred white-headed soldiers were not the strongest among the former armies.
But they can be regarded as the three hundred people with the most determined minds.
"Everyone has a steelyard in his heart."
"That's right. People who are greedy for life and afraid of death have already died in the hundreds of miles of desert."
"There are no cowards in the Western Army."
"When we can walk out of the desert, we rely on the sacrifices of several members of the Qiao family. Now that the Qiao family is fighting bloody battles in front of us, we just slap our butts and run away? I can't do such an inhumane thing."