Great World of Magic Cube Chapter 126: Chaotic elements
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On this day, while the Yuan emperor prepared the harvest of the five major factions in the palace, the figure of Aya came in from the martial arts. Aya took a towel from the washstand next to it, gently dusted the dust off his body, and hung the towel aside again. Then he walked to the chair and sat down.
"Contacted?" asked the opening of Ito Cheng, who was sorting the books without lifting his head.
"Contacted, but he was a little hesitant." Aya glanced at Ito Cheng and said hesitantly.
"Oh, it doesn't matter, I believe he will come." Ito Cheng stopped his movements and said with a sneer of unknown meaning.
Aya thought for a while, then nodded in agreement with a frown and asked, "Is it really possible to give such a heavy burden to a child under twenty?"
"Do you still think he was the child who needed your care?" Ito Cheng went to the seat and sat down, found a comfortable posture, and said lazily, "Now people are already Mingjiao. There is no snack machine means. Do you think that by relying on the prestige of the white-browed eagle king and his military functions, the Mingjiao will be in control as soon as possible? And you must know that this kind of anti-yuan is not something that anyone dares to decide to execute. Of."
"People will change." Ito Cheng concluded lightly. In exchange for the silence of Aya.
The two were speechless for a while, and the uninteresting Ito Cheng put together the classics of the five major schools of Tibetan scriptures.
After finishing this period of time, the books of the five major schools are basically regarded as an eyebrow, let alone some gains. For example, there are a large number of rare books of the Tang Dynasty in the ancient books of the Kongtong School. The Huashan School's bamboo slips can be traced directly to the Qin Dynasty. However, because of the relationship of this world, the most of them are the three classics of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism in Quanzhen Tao, but the date of the book can also be traced back to the fifth generation. , Sui and Tang Dynasties. As for Kunlun, most of them received some Maoshan spells, which was a bit different from Kunlun's name, making Ito Cheng also surprised.
is just learning while organizing, and time has passed a few days.
On this day, while Ito Cheng and Aya were having dinner, a subtle sound of breaking air came from the void and then landed at the door. I saw a young man with a height of more than seven feet, a handsome face, and a young man who looked like a son of the world, appeared at the door.
"Sister Aya, Mr. Yi." The young man arched his hands at the two.
"It's Wuji, come in quickly." Aya put down the bowl in his hand and quickly got up to greet the young man at the door, Zhang Wuji, laughing.
"Dare to come?" Ito Cheng sneered at Zhang Wuji, who was pulled into the house by Aya.
"..." Zhang Wuji's face was reddish. He was embarrassed by the Aya beside him, and then Aya walked aside to take out a clean bowl and filled Zhang Wuji with him.
"I want to eat it before, just eat it together." Aya smiled and put the bowl in front of Zhang Wuji.
"Thank you Aya sister." Zhang Wuji smiled sincerely at Aya, and then looked at the opposite Ito Cheng, eating it embarrassedly.
"Alright, I'll talk after I finish eating." Ito Cheng nodded and then the three of them finished their dinner in this weird atmosphere. Aya got up to clean up the table, leaving Space to Ito Cheng and Zhang Wuji.
In the room, the two were seated opposite each other on the main side. No one spoke first, but was silent... Until a while later, Ito Cheng suddenly said, "Do you want to be an emperor?"
"What?" Zhang Wuji was stunned by Ito Cheng's words and then was shocked, looking at Ito Cheng at a loss, not knowing what Ito Cheng meant.
"Do you want to be an emperor?" Ito Cheng asked again.
"Mr. Yi means?" Zhang Wuji frowned a little, and hesitantly looked at Ito Cheng and asked softly.
"If I let you be an emperor, how do you feel." Ito Cheng eventually gave a quasi letter and said.
"Me?" Zhang Wuji surprised, and then came the heart and hesitation, his eyes with warm eyes, blinking at Ito Cheng.
"Will you say something pleased. Don't you, the Mingjiao leader, even make a decision." Ito Cheng frowned, looking at Zhang Wuji uncomfortably.
"I will." Zhang Wuji immediately swept away the hesitation he had just sent, and his body was disperse, and he looked like an ambitious man, looking at Ito Cheng with his eyes burning.
"Well, I will give you a chance to give you a chance to become an emperor." Ito Cheng said decisively. "You have a month to prepare. After a month, I don't care if you are fully prepared, I Will kill all the Yuan dynasty nobles in Beijing, and the rest will depend on you."
"Mr. Thank you very much." Zhang Wuji got up and said with his hands to the ground. Then Zhang Wuji got up and asked with some doubt, "But Mr. Zhang, why did you choose me to be the emperor..."
"Oh." Ito Cheng sneered at the corner of his mouth and squinted his eyes at Zhang Wuji, where he didn't know he was trying, but slowly said, "First of all, I was not interested in the position of the emperor. This was when you were in Wudang. You should know."
After this remark, a trace of embarrassment flashed on Wuji's face, and then disappeared on disappeared, waiting quietly for Ito Cheng's next statement.
"Secondly, I only know you and have this strength and power." Ito Cheng said quietly. "And your age, scheming, and means are all good candidates for emperors."
"Finally, it is your identity. You have the dual identity of the Mingjiao leader and Wudang disciple, you can reconcile the forces of the rivers and lakes very well. After the overthrow of the Yuan Dynasty, they were caught in internal chaos."
Zhang Wuji nodded as if he had suddenly realized.
"Of course this is just my point of view, as to how you still have to look at your own means in the future. I just hope you will be a good emperor and a stable world for the Chinese people." Ito Cheng said softly, ignoring Zhang Wuji's expression .
"Please be assured of Mr. Yi." Zhang Wuji heard Ito Cheng's words and immediately stood up, looking serious and clenching his fists.
"Yeah." Ito Cheng nodded recklessly, picked up the cold cup next to him and said, "Go."
"Yes." Zhang Wuji nodded, walked out of the door and then jumped into the darkness.
Until the end, Ito Cheng did not remind Zhang Wuji to pay attention to Zhu Yuanzhang's existence. I believe that with Zhang Wuji's mentality, Zhu Yuanzhang should have been noticed. If you can't handle this problem properly, Zhang Wuji can't be an emperor.
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One month later, in the Taihe Hall of the Taihe Temple, the Mongolian aristocratic gates of the whole Beijing city gathered together, and several groups gathered together to whisper and talk about current affairs, guessing today The emperor called them to come.
Suddenly, outside the Taihe Hall sounded the peculiar sharp voice of Nei Shi, "The emperor is here."
Then a short stature, with a unique Mongolian head shape, the emperor wearing a robe walked into the Taihe Hall with Ito Cheng and a domestic servant, and took a seat on the high throne Down.
"Lai Ren Na" looked at the Mongolian nobles who were still half kneeling on the ground, and the Mongolian emperor who hadn't sat hot suddenly shouted. In an instant, a large number of soldiers rushed into the Taihe Hall, and the Mongolian nobles were surrounded by scabbards one by one.
"Give me to kill them all!" the Mongolian emperor ordered.
"Ah?!" The Mongolian nobles were stunned by the emperor's sudden actions and orders and forgot to resist. Almost immediately, the dozen or so Mongolian nobles on the outer periphery were hacked to the ground by soldiers who rushed up.
"The emperor is crazy, the emperor is crazy, you stop this king." King Xiangyang, who was a clan, returned to God and shouted. Several iron hat lords beside him also quickly stood up and ordered to the soldiers.
"Stop, stop, the emperor is crazy, don't you hear it."
It may be that the prestige of the Mongolian nobility is too deep, or it may be that these princes have high prestige among the soldiers, which makes the soldiers waving a scimitar a bit of hesitation ~ IndoMTL.com ~ a pause.
"Don't stop, let me kill this group of guys. After the killing is rewarding!" The Mongolian emperor stood up from the dragon chair and jumped and shouted.
Immediately, the originally hesitant Mongolian soldiers did not hesitate for a moment, and the curvy hands beheaded those nobles with the lord. In less than a moment, the ground of the originally majestic and empty Taihe Hall was covered with blood. A plume of **** heat accompanied by the **** smell of disperse was in the sky of the Taihe Hall, making the Taihe Hall empty. Feeling.
"You, immediately bring troops to encircle these people's mansions and cut down all their families, but anyone who resists and blocks, no matter who is killing them with the crime of rebellion." Emperor Yuan Dynasty Looking at the nobles who were beheaded, they sat back on the dragon chair and ordered.
"Yes." The general of the soldiers in the main hall answered, quickly took the soldiers out of the Taihe Temple, leaving some people to stay here, and the rest of them waited to leave the palace to copy the genocide.
"Sir, do you think it's okay?" The emperor waved his hand to make the inner attendant retreat down, stood up from the dragon chair, and asked the Ito Cheng aside.
"Okay, you are doing very well, it is time to send you to accompany them." Ito Cheng looked at the emperor in front of him, and chuckled, "If you want to blame, you are the emperor of the Yuan Dynasty, if you are a The Han emperor, even if you are a faint monarch, I will not kill you."
After finishing the speech, ignoring the emperor's sudden change of face, he waved to kill the emperor in front of him.
"Aya, let's release the news, we should also leave." Ito Cheng said to the secret place in the hall, and there was no response there, and then several pigeons flew from the air, quickly toward different The direction flew out.