Chapter 312, Zhang Sanfeng steps on the Golden Palace, the end and the beginning of the era

Chapter 312, Zhang Sanfeng steps on the Golden Palace, the end and the beginning of the era

The loud sound resounded through the palace, causing countless ordinary people who were preparing to leave the palace to stop.

Many people covered their ears because of the loud sound and looked at the emperor's palace in shock.

Zhang Sanfeng and others also stopped and looked over.

They all recognized who the voice came from.

Now it seems that only Jing Bufan himself knows what Jing Bufan did, not even the three heroes of the inner sect who have been guarding the emperor.

In everyone's field of vision, three figures soared into the sky and headed towards Zhang Sanfeng and others.

The expressions of the three heroes of the inner sect were so angry and crazy...

"Go farther away." Zhang Sanfeng looked at the three heroes of the inner sect who were getting closer and closer, and spoke slowly, then turned and left directly.

The Three Ghosts of Xiangxi smiled at everyone, jumped into the air, and started drinking loudly.

"A battle outside the city!"

The three of them did not go directly to find the three heroes of the inner sect, but headed outside the imperial city.

The Three Ghosts of Xiangxi knew what Zhang Sanfeng meant.

Zhang Sanfeng's previous slap to the emperor was to bear the crime on Jing Bufan's behalf. All they had to do was hold back the angry three heroes of the inner sect.

When the three heroes of the inner sect saw what the three ghosts of Xiangxi said, they shouted: "Okay!"

"Today we will fight to the death!"

At this moment, they were completely angry.

Zhang Sanfeng and others were indifferent to the three heroes of the Neizong and the three ghosts of Xiangxi who left in the air.

These six people have been entangled for half a lifetime. As long as one party wants to delay, there is no way to tell the winner.

In the palace, countless people looked up at the six people leaving in the air, with shock in their eyes.

Can people... be so strong?

At such a speed, are they really human?

And the sounds that were made before.

At this moment, countless people looked at Zhang Sanfeng and others with unprecedented awe in their eyes.

It turns out that martial arts masters... can really go to heaven and earth.

The densely packed crowd in the palace moved towards the outside of the palace. There was no looting of wealth, no killing, everything was so peaceful and strangely peaceful.

There is nothing but the sound of footsteps in the huge palace.

Countless maids, eunuchs, and concubines in the palace were all paralyzed to the ground watching this scene.

All this was too sudden for them.

The palace was like a deserted place, and countless untouchables walked into the palace openly.

"It's over..."

"It's over..."

"We...we..."

"..."

Bursts of crying and helplessness sounded deep in the palace, and everyone knew that they had been abandoned, completely abandoned.

Yuanshi is finished... they are finished too...

Cries and unwilling roars resounded throughout the palace, and could be heard even outside the imperial city.

Outside the palace hall.

Zhang Sanfeng and others were originally preparing to leave, but at this moment everyone stopped, all eyes looking at one place.

"Are you here?" Nangong Ping showed a smile.

Zhang Sanfeng jumped up and headed directly towards the main hall, while the others looked at each other and smiled the same way.

The Jinluan Palace, which symbolized the supremacy of the Yuan Dynasty, was trampled under the feet of everyone.

The glazed tiles on the Jinluan Palace emit bursts of light under the sunlight, which is extremely bright.

The sun was shining high and the wind was blowing. Zhang Sanfeng and others just looked at everything in the distance quietly.

The wailing sounds of the harem echoed in my ears, the white flags floating in the imperial city, the fleeing Yuan Dynasty people... countless Central Plains people stood on high to observe this prosperous era.

"This scenery is really nice." Du You grinned, his voice filled with indescribable joy.

"I've been thinking about this day for a long, long time."

"I didn't expect it to actually come up alive."

"Death without regrets."

Shangguan Yinghao laughed loudly: "Who says otherwise? Maybe Yang Daxia once stood here."

"Haha, I also experienced it for a while."

"It's worth it."

Shaolin Sandu, Nangong Ping, also smiled.

Fighting against Yuanshi in the Jinluan Palace... Stepping on the brilliance of Yuanshi and pushing them to destruction is the dream of countless people.

"Brothers, we did it." Nangong Ping took off the wine bottle and bent down to pour the drink.

The wine flows down the glowing glazed tiles, dripping...

"Did you see it?"

"We did it."

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but miss their old brother.

Among the thirty-six people in Xiangxi, thirty-three died.

Quanzhen Sect, Shaolin, Emei, Kongtong... there are also some forces that have become unknown.

"Old brothers, help me." At this time, a voice sounded from below. This voice was somewhat heroic and cheerful.

Everyone looked at Shi Huolong who looked like a beggar below and smiled.

At this time, Shi Huolong was really like a beggar. Even the shabby clothes could not cover his whole body, and the messy hair completely blocked his cheeks.

But those eyes still made everyone recognize him at a glance.

"You are looking back on the past." Du You laughed, but his eyes became inexplicably moist as he smiled.

Nangong Ping jumped down and caught Shi Huolong below.

They all know what Shi Huolong's situation is now. He has no cultivation at all, and he must have suffered endless hardships if he came here.

No matter them, the Beggar Clan, or other people in the martial arts world, no one would let Shi Huolong come to the imperial city.

If Shi Huolong comes, he can only hide everything and beg all the way like a beggar.

"The world is good, it's much easier than before, hehe." Shi Huolong looked at everyone and laughed, took Nangong Ping's wine bottle and drank directly.

"Hey... I haven't had such a good drink in a long time."

While drinking, he stood up and looked around, with a childlike smile on his face.

"The scenery here...is really nice."

"very nice."

Gugu...

Shi Huolong took a few sips of wine again, patted the dust on his body, and looked at Zhang Sanfeng with a carefree smile: "I'm satisfied."

"Crazy Zhang, send me down."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and sent Shi Huolong off without any words.

Shi Huolong walked resolutely after going down, without looking back at all. His old body was extremely tall and straight at this moment, and his steps were so strong and confident.

Viewing the world from the Golden Palace is the dream of countless people in the Central Plains.

Shi Huolong came here just for this dream, a dream that was originally unattainable but now is within easy reach.

When Shi Huolong's figure crossed the wall of the palace gate, the people from the Yuan Dynasty also came.

They looked at Zhang Sanfeng and others standing in the Jinluan Hall, and endless loneliness appeared in their eyes.

In the Jinluan Hall, a group of people looked at each other like this.

Not too much anger, not too many words, just watching quietly.

The older generation of the Yuan Dynasty are all here.

"Where is the emperor?" Bashang took a deep breath and asked in a questioning voice.

They came after hearing the roars of the three heroes of the inner sect.

This is the only possibility in this position.

"Dead, one palm." Zhang Sanfeng's voice sounded without sadness or joy.

The elders of the Yuan Dynasty gathered their eyes and stared at Zhang Sanfeng. They hoped to see something, but there was nothing.

A face as calm as water, eyes without any fluctuation.

Zhang Sanfeng killed the emperor with one palm... They didn't believe it.

The emperor...may be supreme in the eyes of countless people, but in the eyes of people like Zhang Sanfeng and Zhongyuan, he is worthless.

At most, it's just a bargaining chip that forces them to take action.

If the emperor was really dead, what would Zhang Sanfeng do to force them?

They want to leave, but these people can't stop them.

"You can't do it, and neither can anyone else." The extremely complex voice of Yuanshi Guoshi Bashang sounded.

As people who have dealt with them all their lives, they know the character and character of these people in Zhongyuan very well.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't respond, just looked at everyone in the Yuan Room calmly.

The same is true for Zhongyuan and others.

They didn't care about the crime of killing the emperor, but Jing Bufan couldn't bear this crime.

Jing Bufan... shouldn't have ended like this.

Everyone knows very well that if the roles were reversed, whether it was Jing Bufan or Bashang, everyone would do the same.

This is respect and understanding.

People can't help themselves in the world, and the destined hostility cannot be changed. All they can do is to let the other party have a decent ending.

"Thank you." Bashang closed his eyes slightly. At this moment, he seemed to have aged countless times.

When he opened his eyes again, he bowed slightly to everyone in the Central Plains, turned around and left directly.

The other Yuanshi masters did the same. They bowed slightly to Zhongyuan and then left directly.

They already know the answer, Jing Bufan killed the emperor.

Jing Bufan didn't convince the emperor with the token, but snatched it and forced him to question it.

As for the process, they no longer want to know, it is meaningless.

"Xiao Jing... I'm still alive..." An almost insignificant sound of heartbreak sounded.

Although the sound was very small, everyone heard it.

Bashang walked towards the outside of the palace step by step. He walked very slowly, as did everyone else in the Yuan Dynasty.

Many people turned around and looked in the direction of the emperor's palace from time to time, their eyes full of complexity and unbearability.

They couldn't imagine what kind of pain Jing Bufan endured, and what he was feeling now.

At this moment, Yuan Shi's body that had been strong all his life was no longer strong. They were so sad and lonely.

It was as if all their pride was shattered at this moment.

Everyone knows why Jing Bufan did this.

The emperor...cannot become a pawn that the Central Plains forces Yuanshi Wulin to confront.

Since Yuan Shi Wulin could not choose this chess piece and could not avoid it, he smashed the chess piece to leave some future for Yuan Shi Wulin and some room for choice.

In fact, it's not Jing Bufan who should bear all this, but them. Any one of them can do it, but not Jing Bufan.

"Jing Bufan is very good, but it's a pity that he was born in the wrong era." Zhang Sanfeng looked at the backs of everyone in the Yuan Dynasty and sighed.

"His generosity exceeds that of my younger self, and his talent can go a long way."

"Throughout Qingshu's journey, Jing Bufan has appropriately played the role of a well-matched opponent, giving Yu Qingshu enough training and experience."

"The younger me...maybe couldn't do it."

Ximen Ouyang nodded slightly: "Yes, there is no shadow of Bashang in Jing Bufan."

"Compared with Qing Shu's young and mature character, Jing Bufan looks at the world with a smile. He appreciates everything, whether it's Yuanshi or Zhongyuan, it's all the same."

"This is also the reason why he was able to survive when he entered the Central Plains at a young age, isn't it?"

Everyone showed a hint of sadness thoughtfully.

They all had met Jing Bufan before. This young man who came from Mongolia to the Central Plains was so confident and so curious about everything.

His heart is as high as the sky, full of arrogance, but he can accept everything.

"These old guys in Yuanshi will either go crazy or die in silence. They have no other choice." Zhang Sanfeng looked up at the chaotic imperial city and spoke with emotion.

"Declare the Emperor Yuanshi dead."

"Add an acceleration to this chaotic era."

"To give future generations a peaceful era, we have walked from darkness to light. All they have to do is restore this ruins under the light."

"This era...is over."

"It's everything we thought it would be."

Everyone was speechless, just with bright smiles on their faces.

Maybe they will all die in the end, but it will be worth it.

…

The news of the death of Emperor Yuanshi spread in an instant.

This news stunned countless people, Yuan Shi was confused, and Zhongyuan was confused.

Zhenren Zhang led the masters from the Central Plains to enter the imperial city and the palace...

At first, some people doubted whether the news was true or false, but Yuan Shi's silence, silent retreat, and escape... all of this was enough to explain everything.

After the shock in Zhongyuan, there was a carnival, an unparalleled carnival.

The same is true for the martial arts, the army, and the common people.

Three days later...

Song Qingshu and others arrived at the Imperial City, and they settled in the largest inn in the Imperial City.

They already knew everything that happened here on the way here.

The Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty died... just like that.

They never expected that this would be the result. The Grand Master led the older generation straight into the imperial city. There was no battle or riot, and the emperor died.

Today's imperial city has completely turned into a gathering place for martial arts.

Everyone from Yuanshi Wulin and Zhongyuan Wulin came.

The palace... had become a decoration, and there was a dead silence inside. The people inside were all sent away by Yuan Shi. Zhongyuan did not stop him, and just watched silently.

"I'm going to the palace." Song Qingshu read the messages from all over the house, said to Yang Xue, and headed towards the palace.

There were so many mysteries in his mind.

The death of the Yuan Dynasty Emperor...

The emperor...what qualifications do he deserve to die in the hands of the Grand Master and the older generation?

The emperor... is just a pawn.

Even he didn't bother to kill an emperor, and the older generation in the Central Plains didn't even know how.

But the emperor actually died.

The silence of the elders of the Yuan Dynasty, the evacuation of the Yuan Dynasty army, the fleeing of the people, and the hanging of white flags by the royal family, all happened so fast that he was caught off guard.

It was as if someone was pushing, everything was so logical and so fast.

In less than a month, my father died, my grandfather died, the grand master showed up, and the older generation also came.

They came to the place they had wanted to enter all their lives, the Golden Palace.

In the palace, Song Qingshu looked at everything in front of him, feeling an indescribable depression and desolation in his heart.

The prosperity of the past no longer exists, and the once supreme power has also dissipated.

"Is this the end and beginning of a dynasty?"

Song Qingshu stood outside the Jinluan Palace, feeling inspired. He stood here for a long time, and then walked towards the emperor's palace.

The flowers, plants and trees outside the emperor's palace are already so prosperous, but the damage caused by the anger of the three inner sect heroes has still not been cleaned up, which seems incompatible with this gorgeous palace.

In the garden, Jing Bufan was sitting alone. His face no longer had the smile of the past, but was indescribably depressed.

"Brother Jing." Song Qingshu walked over slowly and called out.

Jing Bufan raised his head and looked at Song Qingshu, a smile appearing on his extremely weathered face. Although the smile was bitter, he still smiled.

"Here he comes."

Song Qingshu's heart suddenly trembled. He couldn't believe that this was Jing Bufan in front of him.

This was not the Jing Bufan he remembered, nor was it the Jing Bufan he knew.

The Jing Bufan he knew would not be so depressed, so lonely, like a dying old man.

"This is not you." Song Qingshu's somewhat complicated voice sounded.

Jing Bufan was silent for a long time: "This is who I am in this era."

"People will change with the times. At this time, I should be like this."

Song Qingshu didn't know how to answer, nor how to respond.

People do change over time, but it shouldn't be so fast. Just half a month... is too fast.

"Come, congratulations to you and Yang Xue." Jing Bufan picked up the jug on the side and poured a glass for Song Qingshu, drinking it all in one gulp.

Song Qingshu also picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp: "Thank you."

Jing Bufan smiled, and his smile was much better than before, at least in Song Qingshu's eyes.

He saw a glimmer of light in Jing Bufan's lifeless eyes, although the light was very small.

"I know what you want to ask and the questions in your mind, just wait." Jing Bufan's slightly hoarse voice sounded.

"You'll get your answer after the battle."

"I won't go if you get engaged."

Song Qingshu looked at Jing Bufan without saying a word for a long time, and inexplicable sadness arose in his heart.

Feeling sorry for the enemy?

Pity the enemy?

he does not know.

He just felt uncomfortable looking at Jing Bufan now.

Suddenly, a breeze came, and the petals on the vine fell one after another. Song Qingshu raised his hand to take one.

The flower is orange-red and brightly colored.

Song Qingshu looked at the flowers in his hands, slowly stood up and walked towards the distance, and a distant voice sounded.

"Lingxiao flower..."

"The clouds seem to have the ambition to reach the clouds, but the sun is peaceful without holding the sun's heart."

"It is dressed in colorful clouds and seems to have great ambitions. It has always been facing the sun but has no intention of flattery."

"This flower... looks like you."

"The emperor is just a chess piece in our hands...if he dies, he will die."

"Now that I've made my choice, let's go on. The Jing Bufan in my heart shouldn't be like this. Give me something to remember when I grow old."

"I don't want to have a few memories of you like this when I grow old."

"Brother..." (End of chapter)