Chapter 898

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao, who were in front of him, suddenly froze in place.

The other night watchmen also had a similar reaction.

Zhu Chengzhu's pupils contracted slightly. This voice was both familiar and strange. It had appeared in his dreams countless times, like a nightmare.

He hated and cursed, but he was also afraid and depressed, thinking that he had no hope of revenge.

Now, that person was behind him.

He didn't even have the courage to turn around.

The footsteps slowly approached. Zhu Chengzhu's legs trembled slightly, and his back was covered in cold sweat.

Unexpectedly, the footsteps passed him and went to Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao.

Xu Qi 'an, who was wearing a black robe and holding a weapon that looked like a sword and a saber, kicked Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao respectively and laughed.

"You two don't seem to have a good life."

Zhu Guangxiao's face was full of excitement, and his eyes were full of tears.

Song Tingfeng was angry and didn't look back. He choked and scolded, "You dog, why haven't you left yet? Do you have a death wish?"

The night watchmen around were surprised, confused, and anxious. Xu Ningyan hadn't left yet and dared to return to the Yamen. Didn't he know that the father and son of the Zhu family had returned? Didn't he know that Yuan Xiong had taken over the position of Duke Wei and became Duke Yuan?

Yes, he didn't know. All of this happened yesterday.

"Xu Ningyan, hurry up and leave."

Someone in the crowd reminded him in a low voice.

At this time, Zhu Chengzhu seemed to have broken free of some shackles and regained control of his legs. He madly ran toward the depths of the Yamen.

This time, the night watchmen had no more worries and tried to persuade him.

"Xu Ningyan, you shouldn't have come back. Hurry up and get out of the city."

"Ningyan, the Yamen is now under the command of Yuan Xiong. He re-hired the father and son of the Zhu family. Zhao Jinluo is almost a mere figurehead."

"Now the Yamen is under the control of Yuan Xiong and the father and son of the Zhu family. Zhu Yang is at the fourth level. You should leave quickly."

When Xu Qi 'an heard this, he looked at Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao without changing his expression. "What happened in the past few days? Tell me."

"Why don't I tell you about it?"

Zhu Yang's voice came before he arrived.

In the courtyard, everyone's eyes blurred. Zhu Yang was wearing the uniform of a night watchman with Jinluo embroidered on his chest.

After a few seconds, Zhu Chengzhu caught up with them. He pointed at Xu Qi 'an and said sternly,

"Dad, this guy dares come back to the Yamen. Kill him now...

Zhu Yang did not move. He confronted Xu Qi 'an for a while until Zhao Jinluo arrived.

"So unwilling …" Zhu Yang snorted coldly in his heart and said indifferently, "Zhao Jinluo, if you work together with me to capture and kill this thief, Deacon Yuan and His Majesty will really put you in an important position. "Zhu" Zhu, Yu, and said. "Yang,"

Zhao Jinluo glanced back and saw that on the seventh floor of the Grand Spirit Building, on the observation deck, a figure in a crimson robe was standing alone, looking over here.

"Zhao". Zhao, Zhao. "Yang said." Zhao "looked." Jin "

"I came back to collect my debt." Xu Qi 'an said.

More and more night watchmen were paying attention to the commotion. But the number of watchmen on the scene was decreasing.

A fight between Level Four masters might destroy the Yamen. They didn't know Xu Qi 'an's cultivation, but it was not bad.

However, this was the capital. It was not difficult for two Jinluo to deal with him. If other masters came, Xu Ningyan would be dead.

"Why did he come back?"

"Duke Wei is dead. Who can support him? He offended His Majesty. Why did he come back?"

"Stupid. Why did Xu Ningyan come back? Damn it. We are colleagues. I can't bear to see him die."

"We are just nobodies. What can we do? Can you help him without caring about the lives of your family?"

"That's right. Didn't you see that Jinluo has compromised? He plans to join forces with Zhu Yang to deal with Xu Ningyan. Yuan Xiong is watching from the Loft of Noble Spirit."

"A new emperor brings his own courtiers. It's the same for the night watchmen. Duke Wei's era is over. He won't be coming back."

A group of night watchmen watched from afar. They were discussing, sighing, unwilling, or helpless.

Zhu Yang flicked his thumb. His saber was unsheathed with a clang. A bright saber gleam flashed in the air.

Every night watchman felt a chill in their hearts. They were stimulated by the saber gleam. The hair on the back of their hands stood up.

Zhu Yang leaped more than a hundred feet in one step. He swung his saber, aiming for Xu Qi 'an's head.

Regardless of whether the rumors at Jade Sun Pass were true or not, Xu Qi 'an's current cultivation was enough to fight a Level Four. He might not be able to kill this bastard by himself.

However, as long as Jinluo caught up with him, the two of them could work together to kill Xu Qi 'an.

Xu Qi 'an gave him a backhand slap!

Crack!

Zhu Yang's head exploded like a watermelon. Pieces of bone, brain, flesh, and eyeballs shot out, splashing on the bluestone ground of the courtyard.

Zhu Yang's body staggered forward a few steps and then fell to the ground.

All of a sudden, the night watchmen fell into a dead silence.

"Zhu Yang's bronze skin and iron bones couldn't even withstand a slap from him. Even I couldn't have withstood that casual slap. I would have been slapped to death …" Zhao Jinluo's pupils shrank to the size of pinholes, as if he had suddenly encountered a strong light.

"Zhu Yang, a Level Four Jinluo, was slapped to death just like that?" "He, he killed hundreds of thousands of enemies at Jade Sun Pass with one saber. Is it true?" The night watchmen in the distance all lost their voices. They suddenly realized that the rumors in the mortal world were not exaggerated. It was a real battle record.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao were in a trance. For a moment, it was hard for them to accept that their colleague who often went to the brothel and the Musical House with them had unknowingly grown into such a terrible figure.

"He smashed the head of a Level Four Jinluo with one slap. What a terrible cultivation!"

"Xu Ningyan, what, what level is he at now?"

An absurd idea flashed in everyone's mind, but they immediately suppressed it and did not let it come out. Because it was too crazy, absurd, and subversive.

Zhu Chengzhu's face was as pale as paper. His lips trembled slightly. His whole body, like a tree branch swaying in the wind, kept shaking.

His father, whom he worshipped like a god, his everything, his father, a Rank-4 martial artist, had been slapped to death by this man.

It was no more difficult than slapping an ant to death.

Great fear exploded in Zhu Chengzhu's heart. He suddenly shivered, and a stream of turbid and smelly liquid flowed down from his crotch.

"Go back, and I won't kill you. Otherwise, you will end up like Zhu Yang. "

Xu Qi 'an looked at Zhao Jinluo.

Zhao Jinluo suppressed his fear, cupped his hands, bowed, and quickly left.

Xu Qi 'an turned to look at Song Tingfeng, and pointed at Zhu Chengzhu. "I'll leave him to you."

After saying that, he walked forward, walking towards the Loft of Noble Spirit.

Everyone's eyes followed him, wanting to follow, but lacking the courage. It was not until Xu Qi 'an's figure disappeared that everyone turned their heads and looked at Song Tingfeng.

Song Tingfeng walked in front of Zhu Chengzhu, and spread his legs. "If you want to live, crawl through here."

"I'll crawl, I'll crawl …"

Zhu Chengzhu knelt down in a panic, in fear and trepidation. He crawled while begging for mercy, crawling under Song Tingfeng's crotch.

Zhu Guangxiao, who was at the side, suddenly pulled out his saber and slashed down. A head rolled down.

Zhu Chengzhu's face was frozen with fear. Tears flashed in the corner of his eyes, and his lips moved. In the end, he returned to eternal silence.

"Hahahahaha!"

Song Tingfeng covered his face, crying and laughing at the same time, like a crazy demon.

He exhaled the depression in his chest.

At this time, someone pointed at the top of the Loft of Noble Spirit and shouted, "Xu Ningyan wants to kill Yuan Xiong …"

Suddenly, everyone looked over and saw Xu Qi 'an grabbing Yuan Xiong's collar and pressing half of Yuan Xiong's body outside of the observation deck on the seventh floor.

…

"Yuan Xiong, oh no, Deacon Yuan!"

Xu Qi 'an smiled as he examined Yuan Xiong, whose face was pale and who was struggling non-stop.

"I heard that Deacon Yuan worked hard and listed out Duke Wei's ten major crimes. He sent the corrupt members of the Night Watchman Office to prison and purged the night watchmen. He played an important role in exposing Duke Wei, a sinner who harmed the country."

Yuan Xiong saw the murderous intent in his eyes. He said in a deep voice, "Xu Qi 'an, I am an official of the imperial court, a third-rank official. You, you can't kill me."

Seeing that Xu Qi 'an's gaze was still cold, he quickly changed his attitude and begged, "His Majesty forced me to do it.

I didn't have a choice. As an official, how can I refuse? I really didn't have a choice. I really didn't have a choice. This wasn't my intention. Forgive me, Xu Qi 'an, please forgive me. "

The sky was dark. It was the darkest time before dawn. The cold wind made Yuan Xiong's body cold and his heart cold.

"Leave the capital immediately. I, I will buy time for you. If you're too late, those dogs will report you. Once the city gates are closed, you won't be able to leave. "

Yuan Xiong was unwilling to give up the chance to live. He only wanted to bow and bend his knees to avoid this disaster. Then, he would inform His Majesty to kill this bastard.

"Forgiving you is Duke Wei's business. My task is to send you to him."

Xu Qi 'an released his hand.

Yuan Xiong fell down from the seventh floor with a loud bang. His eyes bulged out as he stared at the sky.

He died on the spot.

In the distance, the night watchmen who saw this scene were dumbfounded.

"Xu Ningyan, he, he is rebelling …"

A third-rank official was killed without hesitation. He was a real big shot, one of the dukes.

"I've been sick of them for a long time. Good job." Someone lowered his voice and vented his anger.

After a short silence …

"Good job."

"The night watchmen are Duke Wei's watchmen. Who does Yuan Xiong think he is?"

"The father and son of the Zhu Family betrayed the yamen. They were dismissed long ago. Bah, good job."

The depression that had been building up since yesterday was finally vented.

Xu Ningyan was still the same Xu Ningyan, lawless and out of control. Now that he was back, all his resentment and unwillingness would vanish like smoke in thin air.

…

Xu Qi 'an returned to the tea room. The furnishings were the same as before. However, there was no longer a man in green sitting at the table, waiting for him with a gentle gaze.

He flipped open the teacup. The water in the teapot was still warm. Yuan Xiong must have ordered someone to boil it before he woke up.

Xu Qi 'an tipped the teapot over and poured two cups of water. He took a sip and shook his head, "Drinking tea is boring. I want to drink wine today. Duke Wei, what do you think?"

The opposite side was empty. The tea room was quiet, and no one answered.

He took out the fragment of the Tome of the Underworld and poured out a jar of wine that he had prepared beforehand. He opened the seal and drank.

The first sip was bold and unrestrained, but the second was slower. He took small sips and soon finished more than half of it.

Xu Qi 'an drank as he reminisced about the past.

His eyes became hazy. He was slightly tipsy but not completely drunk. This was the peak of life.

In a trance, Xu Qi 'an seemed to see a man in green with white hair sitting opposite him. His eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of time as he looked at him gently.

"Duke Wei, let me sing a song for you."

You've always wanted to hear it. I'll sing it for you now.

He carried the jar of wine and slowly walked to the observation deck. The morning wind blew in his face. He recalled the past and sang.

"I stand in the strong wind. I hate that I can't shake off the pain in my heart …"

He pointed his fingers like a sword and looked at the capital. His voice suddenly rose.

"I look at the clouds in the sky. With a sword in hand, I ask who is the hero!"

Then, he slowly turned his head to look at the palace and the harem. His voice was gentle.

"There are hundreds of beauties in the world, but I only love the one who loves you. My heart is broken. Who's different when we're apart? How many years of love were buried in a hurry …

"In my heart, you're the most important. We live and die together. You engrave your tenderness in exchange for my heroic spirit.

"In my heart, you're the most important. My tears rush to the sky. I'll be a hero in the next life. Returning home, the setting sun is thick.

"Returning home, the setting sun is thick …"

He raised the jar and drank it in one gulp.

Xu Qi'an threw the jar of wine down the building. He turned around and looked at the man in green. He laughed and said, "Duke Wei, how was your humble servant's singing?"

A gentle voice seemed to ring in his ears. "Very good."

Xu Qi'an laughed. Tears flowed from his eyes. He did not dare to look in that direction and staggered out of the tea room.

What was he going to do?

Crush the clouds.

What if he did not return?

Then he would not return!

…

The Throne Room.

The Yuanjing Emperor sat on the dragon throne. He looked at the officials in the room with a solemn expression.

He glanced at an empty seat and said in a deep voice, "Why is Minister Yuan not here?"

Yuan Xiong did not ask for leave. He was absent from the court meeting. According to the laws of Daibun, those who were late or absent from court meetings would be fined three months' salary and flogged fifteen times.

With fifteen flogs, the frail scholar would really be bedridden for half a month.

The Yuanjing Emperor was not angry because of Yuan Xiong's absence. He just needed Yuan Xiong to be his vanguard.

As time passed, the Yuanjing Emperor could no longer count on Yuan Xiong. He looked at the assistant minister of the Ministry of War, Qin Yuandao.

Since Yuan Xiong wasn't here, it was natural for him, one of the core members of the Imperial Party, to be the vanguard. He immediately stepped forward and bowed.

"Your Majesty, the war against the Witchcraft Cult and the funeral of Wei Yuan have been delayed until now. We cannot delay it any longer. The families of the fallen are still waiting for compensation."

The Yuanjing Emperor nodded slowly and asked, "What is Minister Qin's opinion?"

Qin Yuandao said bitterly, "Wei Yuan was greedy and rash. He did not care about the big picture and attacked Mount Jing City forcefully. As a result, more than eighty thousand soldiers were sacrificed, causing our Daibun to lose eighty thousand elites. Wei Yuan's death is not to be regretted.

"After the battle of Mount Jing City, the armies of Yan and Kang Kingdoms came to Jade Sun Pass. Even though they retreated in the end, their elites are still there. They can make a comeback at any time.

"The situation in Xiang Prefecture, Jing Prefecture, and Yu Prefecture is critical. They could be attacked by the Witchcraft Cult at any time. The people of the three prefectures are in danger. The only thing we can do now is to send envoys to the Witchcraft Cult for peace talks to make up for the disaster caused by Wei Yuan.

"As for Wei Yuan, I am remonstrating to the death. Your Majesty, please confer him the posthumous title of 'Wu'."

Wu Li meant cruelty and fierceness.

The Yuanjing Emperor swept his gaze across the officials and said leisurely, "What is everyone's opinion?"

No one spoke. Someone looked at the other empty seat. It was the seat of Wang Zhenwen, the Grand Secretary of a country.

In the eyes of the officials, Wang Shoufu had given up.

Since the Grand Secretary was no longer involved in this matter, they did not need to fight to the death for Wei Yuan and the emperor.

Those who could stand here were all smart people. The changes in the situation over the past few days made them unable to see the Yuanjing Emperor's plan.

Wei Yuan's reputation was now tarnished. It was meaningless to ask for a noble title for him and plead for his loyalty.

They had to reverse the verdict for him. More importantly, the person on the throne would not allow it.

There was nothing they could do!

As for the members of the former Wei party, they had long been disappointed with Yuan Jing. They turned their attention to the new dynasty and waited for the new emperor to ascend the throne before reversing the verdict for Duke Wei.

The corner of the Yuanjing Emperor's mouth twitched. However, his tone was very low. "Alright, let's do as Minister Qin says …"

Before he could finish, they suddenly heard a commotion coming from outside the hall.

The sound waves rose and fell, continuous and unending.

It was a mess.

"What's the commotion about?"

The officials were shocked. They were in the hall and could hear the officials losing their composure outside, as well as the running sounds of birds and beasts scattering.

This made the officials realize that the situation was not good, but they could not guess what had happened.

Confused, the officials rushed to the entrance of the hall one after another. They saw the beasts in human clothing running for their lives in the square below, scurrying in all directions.

A man dressed in green charged into the Throne Room with a knife in hand. Behind him, there were corpses of palace guards lying on the ground.

The officials were shocked and felt that it was absurd and unreal.

In the 600 years since the founding of the Daibun, other than the Wuzong Emperor who usurped the throne, had anyone else charged into the palace and the Throne Room?

No one!

At this moment, even the officials at the peak of power in the Daibun, the old foxes in the officialdom, and the extremely shrewd officials could not use the so-called "calm mind" to stabilize their emotions at this moment.

Their expressions changed drastically. Some were angry, some were terrified, some were desperate, and some were terrified …

The man in green held a knife, the hilt of which was tied with a small copper plate of the Eight Trigrams. He stepped through the door of the Throne Room and threw the knife in his hand at the emperor on the throne as the officials retreated in panic.

It was accompanied by a thunderous roar.

"Dog … Emperor …"

The long knife whistled through the air.

There was only one thought left in the minds of the officials:

Xu Qi 'an had rebelled!