Chapter 123 The world is a dream, wake up and ride the sword
"Oh? How is Zhao unwise again?"
Zhao Wuji stared at Ni Kun and spoke slowly.
Ni Kun flicked his nails and chuckled:
"This young master and Yang Guang have never had any friendship. You killed the emperor and rebelled, claiming that you were killing a cruel tyrant for the benefit of the people of the world. This excuse is barely acceptable, and this young master is too lazy to argue with you.
"But why do you have to provoke me? Mr. Zhao, why do you think I would let you live?"
Zhao Wuji's eyes twitched slightly, and while examining Ni Kun, he said in a deep voice:
"Master Ni, what you mean... seems to mean that Mr. Zhao's life or death all depends on Master Ni's decision?"
Ni Kun's eyes were calm, with a smile on his lips, and he said softly:
"Mr. Zhao is a smart man, he just understands it. I won't kill you, first because you haven't committed any unforgivable crime in front of me, and second... you, Zhao Wuji, are not strong enough."
After saying that, he turned around and left without even looking at Zhao Wuji.
Zhu Yuyan, Kankan, Wen Caiting, and Bai Qinger surrounded him and followed him.
Although Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling didn't know where Ni Kun's confidence came from, they quickly followed him and wanted to leave this dangerous place with him.
Looking at Ni Kun's seemingly defenseless back, and then at Kou and Xu, the two men who were holding the secret of Yang Gong's treasure house and were the real treasure boys for the ambitious Zhao Wuji, Zhao Wuji , with his hands behind his back, could not help but flex and stretch a few times, wanting to test it out, but was afraid of hitting a wall, and was quite hesitant for a moment.
He has shown his prowess, killing Yang Guang, beheading General Dugu Sheng of the Right Tunwei, and killing people all over Longtai so that blood flows like a river and heads roll like rolling. Except for a few masters of the imperial guards, no one can be his match.
Such fierce and brutal killing methods, anyone with eyes would know how terrifying his martial arts are.
But this young man doesn't have any internal energy at all, and his blood and energy seem to be slightly more vigorous than ordinary people. Why does he dare to speak so shamelessly?
Is it because he has never practiced martial arts, so he has no idea about martial arts?
Or is he really fearless?
As an ambitious and ruthless villain, Zhao Wuji is certainly not a simple-minded and reckless person.
This strange situation made him feel suspicious and he suppressed the urge to test it. He just winked at the few Tianli sect members opposite Ni Kun and his group.
He used cult methods to control his followers. The core members were all extremely fanatical, fearless of life and death, and obeyed his orders. After receiving his eye signals, those Tianli followers immediately let out a fierce roar and rushed towards Ni Kun with their knives.
However, when they were halfway through the charge, those members of the Tianli Sect suddenly put their swords across their necks and strangled them fiercely. With blood splattering, they committed suicide on the spot.
Several bodies fell to the ground, but Ni Kun and his group continued to move forward without stopping.
A few more members of the Tianli Sect rushed over in disbelief, but halfway through, they slashed their own throats with their swords and left their bodies on the ground.
Even the most fanatical and brainless members of the Tianli Sect were stunned by this bizarre scene. They looked at Ni Kun as if he were a monster, and no one dared to step forward to risk their lives.
Zhao Wuji's eyes twitched as well, and he was shocked: "What kind of magic is this?"
He himself was skilled in some unorthodox magic, but he had never seen such bizarre methods.
If he ordered his core followers, Zao Wou-Ki, to commit suicide with swords, they would die for him without saying a word.
But on what basis did Ni Kun cause those core followers who were clearly about to chop him down to commit suicide for no apparent reason?
Zhao Wuji didn't even sense any fluctuations of true energy or evil magic!
This strange situation made Zhao Wuji even more afraid to act rashly. He watched Ni Kun and his group walk away from the banquet hall.
But at this moment, the sound of shouting and killing came closer, and a general with sinister eyes, tall stature, and cold aura, wearing bright light armor, holding a halberd in his hand, and a long sword on his waist, strode over with a group of generals and fierce soldiers.
Seeing the leading general, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling's breathing suddenly quickened and their auras also fluctuated violently.
It was obvious that the general was Kou Xu's enemy and the culprit of the mutiny, Yu Wenzhi.
Yu Wenzhi, accompanied by Sima Dekan, Pei Qiantong, Yuan Li, Linghu Xingda and other brave rebel generals, marched straight to the imperial banquet. When he saw that Zhao Wuji had the situation under control, he nodded to him with satisfaction.
Zhao Wuji has always been flexible and flexible. As long as he can achieve his goal, he does not hesitate to be humble and even servile in front of people who are of use to him. He bowed to Yu Wenzhi and said loudly:
" General , I have fulfilled my mission and have killed the tyrant!"
Yu Wenzhi and others looked up at the Dragon Platform and saw Yang Guang's body in Empress Xiao's arms. They were first filled with joy, and then they forced themselves to put on a complex expression of sadness and helplessness.
When they looked at Zhao Wuji again, their eyes were all a little weird - the crime of regicide is not a good reputation.
Especially for these generals who had received the emperor's grace for so long, if they were charged with the crime of regicide, no matter how much the world hated Yang Guang and how much they applauded his death in private, they would still have to criticize them on the surface and even send troops to attack them.
But now someone has been charged with the crime of regicide, and he is just a rootless gangster. Even if he is blamed in the future, the worst that can happen is that Zhao Wuji will be pushed out as a scapegoat.
Little did people know that Zao Wou-Ki also had his own ideas.
With Zhao Wuji's ambition, how could he really submit to Yu Wenzhi?
He just wanted to use Yu Wenzhi to make his first pot of gold.
Even if Yu Wenzhi and others would turn their backs on him and push him out as a scapegoat afterwards, in order to win over the people and stabilize the morale of the army, they had to reward Zhao Wuji according to his merits and give him considerable power.
Even if he would not be given much military power, as long as he was given a name, he would have his own way to raise a large army in Jiangdu, and even infiltrate and erode some brave and courageous soldiers through sects.
As for the crime of regicide, these generals who had received the emperor's favor did not dare to take the responsibility, but he, a gangster who had never eaten a grain of rice from the emperor, did not care at all.
Not only does he not care, "regicide" is actually a good reputation for him.
Later, he could announce to the public that he could simply remove the phrase "by order of General Yuwen" and just say "Zhao Wuji kills a cruel tyrant for the sake of the people of the world." This would surely attract a large number of ordinary people who hated Yang Guang to the core, and even poor landlords and scholars, and quickly expand his Tianli Sect.
Dou Jiande's family has been farmers for generations. He was able to start from a humble background and create a great career. Even if he failed, he was able to become a king and establish his own system, and his name will be recorded in history. Why can't Zao Wou-Ki do the same?
Thinking of his own ambitions and future achievements, Zhao Wuji was even more unwilling to provoke the mysterious Ni Kun. He did not even bother to show any respect to Yu Wenzhi, nor did he mention Ni Kun at all.
After Yu Wenzhi showed up, Ni Kun and others were not in a hurry to leave. Instead, they retreated to the edge of the banquet hall and mingled with the trembling palace maids and eunuchs. They continued to watch the development of the situation to see what Yu Wenzhi would do next.
"His Majesty……"
Yu Wenzhi put down his halberd, put his hand on his sword, and came to the foot of the Dragon Platform with his generals. He knelt on one knee facing Yang Guang's corpse on the Dragon Platform, with a sad look on his face and a choked voice, saying:
"Your subjects have no choice but to resort to this last resort, but... the Sui Dynasty is in danger and in turmoil . To protect the Sui Dynasty, your subjects have no choice but to take the risk of violating the will of the world!"
Seeing Yu Wenzhi's hypocritical attitude, Kou Zhong snorted coldly and whispered, "Hypocritical, shameless!"
Xu Ziling also clenched his fists, stared at Yu Wenzhi and spat in hatred: "Despicable villain!"
Yu Wenzhi continued:
"We ministers are doing this rebellious act not for our own glory, but for the people of the world and for the country of Sui!
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. After Your Majesty passes away, we will select a virtuous person from among the royal family to inherit the throne, support the new king, and restore the country!"
Yu Wenzhi certainly would not be impatient to usurp the throne.
He had already discussed with his generals and decided to support his younger brother Yuwen Zhi and Qin Wang Yang Hao, who had close ties with him, to succeed to the throne. He would serve as the prime minister and control the court through Qin Wang Yang Hao.
When the time was ripe, the Sui Emperor Yang Hao, who was of shallow moral character, would naturally "abdicate" and give the throne to the "highly respected" Yu Wenzhi.
Yu Wenzhi was still there babble-ing on and on, analyzing his thoughts, and repeatedly saying that he was doing it for the sake of the people of the world and the country of the Sui Dynasty. He was speaking to both the princes and ministers, as well as the brave soldiers who were forced to participate in the mutiny.
As to whether there was a trace of guilt in his heart, and whether he wanted to use these words to strengthen his will and appease his conscience, it is hard to say.
As he was speaking, suddenly, a sigh was heard from the Dragon Platform.
This sigh seemed to contain endless loss and melancholy, but also seemed to contain some kind of sudden pleasure of waking up from a dream.
The sigh was not loud, but it spread to every corner of the huge banquet hall and rang clearly in the ears of the thousands of people present.
This sigh seemed to have some kind of indescribable emotional appeal. After hearing this sigh, everyone couldn't help but look lost and melancholy, but there was also a sense of inexplicable happiness that quietly filled their hearts.
Hearing this sigh, Ni Kun, who was watching the show, suddenly raised his head with a look of surprise and looked towards the Dragon Platform.
Zhu Yuyan, Kankan, Bai Qing'er, and Wen Caiting also looked up at the Dragon Platform with shocked eyes.
Kou Zhong shuddered all over: "Oh my God, the corpse is resurrected!"
Xu Ziling was speechless and shook his head repeatedly.
The trembling princes, ministers, guests at the banquet, palace maids, eunuchs, empresses, and royal family members... all shuddered and looked up in disbelief.
The brave soldiers who took part in the mutiny, the rebel generals, and the members of the Tianli Sect all changed their expressions drastically and looked terrified.
Yu Wenzhi, who was muttering to himself under the Dragon Platform, suddenly turned pale and looked up at Yang Guang.
Zhao Wuji, who killed Yang Guang with his own hands, felt his body shaken violently, his innate energy almost went out of control, and he looked towards the Dragon Platform with a look of shock and confusion.
Empress Xiao, who was crying bitterly while holding Yang Guang in her arms, stopped crying, covered her mouth with her hands, widened her beautiful eyes, and looked at Yang Guang with surprise and joy as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"The world is a dream, life is like a chilly autumn..."
Dream-like mumbling came out of Yang Guang's mouth.
An illusory figure sat up leisurely on the dead body.
The illusory figure was almost identical to Yang Guang, except that he was wearing a plain green robe and had messy gray hair tied into a Taoist bun, looking like a Taoist priest.
His figure has not changed, and he is still as thin and agile as Yang Guang when he was young.
There are mottled stubble on his chin, and he looks rather downtrodden.
His face was as drunken as Yang Guang's, and his eyes looked as if he had just woken up from a dream and was bleary-eyed.
The banquet hall with thousands of people was in complete silence, and you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone stared at Yang Guang blankly, holding their breath involuntarily. Everyone had different expressions, some were surprised, some were scared, some were panicked, some were hateful...
Zhao Wuji was trembling all over, trying his best to control himself so as not to scream out loud. However, one thought kept echoing in his mind:
“The Corpse Reincarnation Immortal! This is the Taoist Corpse Reincarnation Immortal!”
Yu Wenzhi was shaking like a sieve, his face was as pale as a dead person, his right hand was tightly pressing on the hilt of the sword, trying to draw the sword, but his muscles were stiff and he couldn't move at all.
Ni Kun stared at Yang Guang intently, laughing in his heart:
"Drunken Swordsman! There's no doubt about it, this is the Drunken Swordsman!"
The shadow that sat up from Yang Guang's corpse quickly solidified, and in the blink of an eye, it became indistinguishable from a real person.
Yang Guang's body disappeared quietly, leaving only a blood-stained dragon robe, which was held in Empress Xiao's arms.
Yang Guang sat on the dragon throne in a daze, looking blankly below. He instinctively reached out his right hand, grabbed a wine jug, opened the lid, and drank from it.
Seeing this scene, some people breathed a sigh of relief and thought to themselves:
"Fortunately, whether he is faking his corpse or coming back to life, he is still the drunken tyrant..."
However, after drinking a pot of wine, Yang Guang suddenly laughed and said, "Good wine!"
The sleepiness in his eyes was swept away, and when he opened and closed his eyes, a divine light shone. His whole temperament suddenly changed, becoming as elegant as a fairy, as sharp as a sword, and with a lingering sense of carefree intoxication.
"Where is my sword..."
Amid the whispers, the sound of swords rang out.
All the people in the field who were wearing swords, whether they were wearing swords at their waists or holding swords in their hands, suddenly flew into the air uncontrollably and flew towards the Dragon Platform.
In the blink of an eye, thousands of long swords were densely packed in front of the steps of the Dragon Platform, vibrating and kowtowing to Yang Guang.
Seeing this incredible scene, many rebels could no longer suppress their panic and fell to their knees with a thud.
Princes and ministers who were loyal to Yang Guang also fell to the ground and cried, "Your Majesty, please make the decision for us..."
The royal family members, concubines, eunuchs and palace maids all prostrated themselves and cried.
Yu Wenzhi and other rebel generals were sweating profusely on their foreheads and started to argue:
"Your Majesty, we are here to protect you. The regicide is..."
Before he could finish his words, Zhao Wuji's figure flashed as fast as lightning and rushed towards the river, trying to escape by drowning.
"To punish a cruel tyrant for the sake of the people of the world is not a crime.
“The disputes in the secular world, the strife of heroes for hegemony, the change of dynasties, even if dragons fight in the wild and blood flows, are also the torrent of humanity. As long as they do not cruelly abuse the people, it has nothing to do with me, an outsider.
“My sword can only slay demons.
“It’s just… you seem to have a lot of resentful thoughts of infants and children lingering around you.
"You, have you ever killed babies?"
Yang Guang spoke these words slowly and drank half a pot of fine wine while speaking.
With Zhao Wuji's ghostly agility, this long speech was enough for him to escape a thousand meters away.
However.
When Yang Guang spoke, everyone saw that Zhao Wuji seemed to be trapped in a ghost wall, spinning around in a circle of no more than a few feet in diameter. His speed was so fast that he even left a trail of afterimages, and he made movements like throwing himself into the water from time to time.
When Yang Guang finished speaking, Zhao Wuji was startled and came to his senses. He saw that he had been spinning in the same place. His face turned pale and he exclaimed in horror: "How could this be?"
When he looked at Yang Guang again, a flash of despair flashed across his eyes, and then turned into madness:
"So what if I am a corpse reincarnated immortal? If Zhao can kill you once, I can kill you a second time!"
boom!
Zhao Wuji stomped his foot, and his innate energy burst out with all his strength. The ground cracked with a loud bang, and the white marble floor tiles within a radius of ten feet suddenly jumped into the air and turned into fragments all over the sky. With a push from Zhao Wuji's palms, thousands of arrows were fired at Yang Guang madly, with a whistling sound.
"You have profound skills. With such martial arts skills, why do you want to be a demon?"
Yang Guang sighed, stretched out his hand and pointed, and a long sword in front of the emperor jumped up and turned into a line of crystal light, shooting towards the sky, and fragments of floor tiles like shrapnel shot away.
Cool!
The sword light was clearly just a line, but wherever it passed, it was like a gust of wind sweeping away all the remaining clouds. The fragments of floor tiles in the sky turned into powder and fell like snow.
Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly shrank, his strong body shook violently, his robes fluttered, and his whole body was covered with an invisible aura. Even if the Eight Ox Crossbow shot at him at close range, or even the flintlock rifle fired at his head, they could not hurt him at all.
However.
The sword flashed only for a moment.
It penetrated his protective qi like a whirlwind, then pierced through his forehead like tofu, and flew out from the back of his head with a puff of blood mist.
“…”
Zhao Wuji's eyes widened, the corners of his mouth trembled twice, and a hissing sound like air leaking came from his throat. His burly figure fell to the ground with a bang, and he died instantly.
Zhao Wuji, whose martial arts
Such divine power made Yu Wenzhi and other rebel generals feel cold all over, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. Their faces turned ashen, their lips turned deathly white, and they sweated like pulp.
Those who were loyal to Yang Guang cheered in unison, and the sound of the cheers was like the rising tide of a great river.
However.
After killing Zhao Wuji with one sword, Yang Guang took another sip of wine, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed. The thousands of long swords that were inserted upside down in front of the throne rose into the air again and turned into a long river of swords. Yang Guang leaped up and landed on the sword river, ready to soar into the sky.
The princes and ministers who were cheering "Long live the emperor" were suddenly stunned and didn't know what was going on.
Yu Wenzhi and others' pupils suddenly shrank and their faces showed ecstasy.
"Your Majesty!" Empress Xiao said in tears, "Are you going to abandon me?"
Yang Guang was slightly startled, looking at his wife who had married him as the Princess of Jin when he was young, and had been with him for many years. She had also advised him many times, hoping that he could work hard. A complex look flashed across his eyes, and he murmured:
"I am not Yang Guang... I am not Yang Guang..."
With a melancholy sigh, Yang Guang flicked his sleeves and a gentle breeze blew, surrounding the queen and carrying her into the air, landing on the Jian River.
Yang Guang took Empress Xiao's slender hand, and took a jar of wine. He took a swig, and surrounded by a river of swords, he soared into the sky in the cold moonlight, and his long chant echoed throughout the world:
"I drank hundreds of cups of wine, danced drunkenly with my sword pointing at the sky..."
