The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 124: Assassin

Countless people rushed into the palace, looking at the palace engulfed by flames, but couldn't do anything. At this time, even if it rained heavily, it was useless.

The eunuchs and the court ladies stood around in despair. Some of them were crying bitterly. Some of the eunuchs looked at a loss, thinking that the best thing in this life is to wash the blood that you left in this palace, Your Majesty. , Now that the palace is burnt down like this, you just left, so what can we do?

The fire was so big that it could not be extinguished. It lasted for three days and three nights before it stopped. The sergeants rushed into the ruins and searched for them. They found that the gold and silver on the beams and pillars had been burnt and melted. The solidified magma was so normal, how could the corpse of Emperor Chu be found.

Suddenly, white banners were hung in countless houses, and the entire capital was like a snowfall.

When the White Emperor learned of this, he ordered a burial with the monarch’s courtesy.

Zhou's bachelor was seriously ill, and he resigned as soon as he recovered, and has been missing since then.

Before this, Taichang Temple Qing had already moved back to his hometown with his old scholar's mansion.

No one has the heart to criticize the emperor's incompetence and cowardice.

The monarch died in the country, what else can you ask of him?

Many people gradually remembered the situation when the emperor and Mr. Zhang were in power, and they have countless nostalgias.

How many emperors will never leave the palace like your majesty, and never get into trouble?

Nostalgia for the past often means dissatisfaction with the present.

No one is willing to accept Qin's rude and tough rule.

Many literati and scholars turned their pens and wrote many sad poems in memory of His Majesty who died in the fire. Many people among the people insisted that His Majesty the Emperor did not die at all, but escaped by the fire. At this time, he was living in seclusion, or working as a monk, or secretly planning how to restore the old country.

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The palaces in Xianyang City are all black, and they look very solemn against the backdrop of the green mountains in the distance.

There is no sound around the main hall, and the black armored soldiers with spears seem to be breathing, which is even more daunting.

There is a striking whiteness in the black hall. That is the most powerful man in the world today, the White Emperor.

Bai Zao came to the temple and naturally separated a lot of colors, because she was also wearing a white dress.

"You know he is not dead yet, why did you come back?" Bai Qianjun asked, staring into her eyes.

Bai Zao looked back at him calmly and said: "Are you questioning me?"

Bai Qianjun held his forehead with his hands, and said, "Sorry, I am a little tired of handling the affairs of the country."

A few years ago he said that he wanted to forget something.

Bai remembered it early, his eyes drooping slightly, and his slender eyelashes did not tremble.

Bai Qianjun said: "We must not let him slip away like this. We must find his whereabouts and confirm his life and death. The eunuchs and court ladies in the Imperial Palace of Chu State, as well as the ministers, are arrested and tortured. There is something to be gained, I don’t believe that he didn’t leave a trace."

Bai Zao said: "This move is wrong. Since the general situation is set, why bother to care about these details, but there will be trouble again."

Bai Qianjun said: "Although Yunqi has a high reputation, it is useless for scholars to talk about it. You don't need to pay attention to it. Eunuch He is really difficult to deal with, but after all, he is an eunuch. When Emperor Zhao is older, Zhao Guo will inevitably have problems. We only need to wait, but Chu Huang, you have said that you should pay attention to him several times, why is it not the trend now?"

Bai Zao said: "The king without a country is the Ping without roots. No matter how strong the wind is, he can only drift with the flow. How can one shake the world?"

Bai Qian was silent for a while, and said: "This is reasonable."

"I will go to rest first."

Bai Zao walked outside the hall.

The father-in-law outside the hall looked at her and knelt down to salute.

She didn't even glance at this person, nor did she pay attention to the powerful sergeants outside the temple.

Before reaching the stone steps, she suddenly stopped, thinking about something, did not turn around, but continued to walk down.

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Duke Gao came to the depths of the black hall, knelt in front of the emperor, holding up a list with both hands.

Bai Qianjun took the list and looked at it roughly, his face sinking slightly, he was obviously dissatisfied.

"It can be basically confirmed that Emperor Chu did not escape with the mission, but there are many things that cannot be asked too carefully..."

Grandpa Gao lowered his head and said, his voice trembling slightly.

As the general manager of the Xianyang Palace, he is one of the few people who knows the true status of the princess in Qin and his influence on the emperor.

He didn't dare to offend the princess, so it was naturally inconvenient to use methods against the people in the mission.

Bai Qianjun said with a cold voice: "Bring everyone in the mission to the side hall, I will look at you and ask myself."

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The Piandian is also all black, and there is less light, so it looks more gloomy.

The officials and deacons in the mission were escorted into the hall one by one, and accepted the question of Father Gao. They did not find His Majesty the Emperor sitting deep in the hall.

After questioning the officials and deacons, no problems were found. Next, it was the turn of the managers of those firms.

Qin's mission secretly entered Chudu and borrowed the name of a business firm, so it recruited several stewards to assist.

A business manager came to the side hall and walked to Father Gao, bowing slightly, as if preparing to salute.

In the depths of the hall, Bai Qianjun, who was sleeping in the shadows, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the man.

The manager of the firm looked a little thin, but the sound of his feet falling on the floor indicated that his body was heavier than he looked.

Bai Qianjun couldn't think about it, and shouted: "Stop him!"

Gao Gonggong's expression changed suddenly, and he didn't hesitate to stand in front of the firm in charge.

The business manager bowed slightly, not to prepare to bow, but to gain momentum, like a hard bow gradually being bent.

He stomped heavily on the floor, stepped on several cracks, and the whole person rushed out like an arrow from the string.

Grandpa Gao is a master in the Xianyang Palace. Before the opponent's thunderous power, he has no power to fight back, with a look of horror on his face.

With a sizzle, his body disappeared and turned into pieces of flesh and clothing flying all over the sky!

A flying sword pierced through the rain of blood, and instantly came to Bai Qianjun.

Bai Qianjun screamed, folded his arms, and the magic weapon on his wrist exuded a murderous aura, blocking the flying sword.

The sharp body of the sword kept rubbing against the magic weapon, sparking countless sparks.

On Spark's side, a figure could be seen vaguely, leaping forward like a tiger.

Bai Qianjun fell to the ground.

An extremely thick iron plate fell from the temple, hit the ground heavily, splashed countless smoke and dust, made a loud noise, and turned into an insurmountable iron gate.

More than ten Qin Jun masters have come to Bai Qianjun's body, erecting an iron shield to protect them from the wind.

The front and back two powerful defenses finally made Bai Qianjun feel relieved, and a look of shame appeared on his face.

Suddenly his expression changed again, because the assassin who used the sword to kill has already arrived in front of the iron gate-the iron gate is more than two inches thick, even if it is a siege crossbow, it should not be used. Worried, but don't know why he was still a little uneasy, and subconsciously took two steps back.

A loud bang!

It was like the thunder that was supposed to be high in the sky exploded in the hall, and it was like two hammers weighing tens of thousands of kilograms hit each other head-on.

The air waves in the side hall are rolling and surging, and the smoke is full of dust.

Those Qin army masters holding iron shields were shaken to the ground, blood spurting wildly, and more than half of them died.

Bai Qianjun was very tightly guarded, but was still affected, covered in blood, and the Qin Jun master who was rushed back to the back helped him to retreat further.

Dozens of Qin army masters put up a shield formation layer after layer in front of him, and countless crossbow arrows were aimed at the smoke and dust.

The smoke and dust gradually fell, and the picture in the temple gradually became clear.

People discovered that the iron gate had been blasted through a big hole!

Someone stood by the smoke, head down, looking weak.

His left sleeve is completely broken, revealing a severely deformed iron arm, messy hair fluttering, and a few white hairs looming.

It is Zhuo Rusui.

One sword to smash the Qin court master, one punch to pierce the iron plate, smashed more than ten strong Qin army, and severely injured Qin Huang. This kind of combat power is really terrifying, and of course he also paid a great price for it. , The chest is full of blood stains, and the weakness is no longer because of sleepiness, but fatigue.

More Qin masters rushed over, removed a corner of the side hall, erected countless iron shields, but no one dared to step forward.

Bai Qianjun was lifted up and looked at Zhuo Rusui through the shield array. His face was pale and thought, it turned out to be a little monster of the Green Mountain Sect. He was so powerful in the illusion, and he completed the tour in less than 40 years. Wild!

You must know that you are the upper limit of the realm in Qingtianjian illusion.

"What if you are stronger?"

He said to Zhuo Rusui: "Today you are still a dead end."

Zuo Rusui slowly raised his head, staring into his eyes and said: "Don't talk nonsense, have the ability, single out."

Bai Qianjun mocked and said: "This is a struggle for hegemony in the world, not a brave fight, and a vain attempt to fight a country with one's own power. That is the work of a fool."

Zuo Rusui said: "You asked on behalf of Zhongzhou that you were forced by Qingshan disciples to hide in a turtle shell for the rest of your life. Don't you be afraid of embarrassment?"

Bai Qianjun sneered and said: "You are stupid, don't you think I'm stupid too?"

When the voice fell, a crossbow arrow shot out like rain.

Hundreds of Qin army masters rushed forward without fear of life and death, flooding Zhuo Rusui like a tide.

The tide looks terrifying, but it is difficult to swallow the reef in an instant.

Zhuo Rusui is like a reef. The tide slaps him into blood-colored bubbles. Occasionally, he will disappear, but eventually he will reappear.

This **** and cruel siege lasted for half a day.

The temple is full of dead bodies and broken arrows.

Qin State paid the price of the death of more than a hundred masters, and Zhuo Rusui finally died.

"It's not that I can't, but I'm a little tired. I haven't slept well these days."

Zuo Rusui sat on the ground, coughing and saying.

Every time he coughs, the blood on his body will splash, and it looks very bloody.

Bai Qianjun watched him mockingly and said, "You really think of yourself as an assassin. Even if you remember the outside world, you are still lost."

Zuo Rusui said: "I am nothing, but you actually regard yourself as an emperor, and you are doomed to have no future."

Bai Qianjun said in a deep voice: "The practice of the Qingshan School is only for individuals, but our Zhongzhou School is willing to lead the entire human race forward. This is the true leader. Whether here or outside, history will prove, which Kind is the real avenue."

Zuo Rusui said: "If Qing Tianjian restricted the upper limit of the realm, I would have killed you already. Are you going to lead the Underworld forward?"

Bai Qianjun sneered and said: "Can you do whatever you want with a high level? Can you give orders to the heroes?"

"If I were outside and I cultivated to the peak of Tongtian, I would naturally kill whoever I wanted to kill. Otherwise, your fellow leaders from Zhongzhou, why don't you go and kill Jianxilai?"

Zuo Rusui spit out **** saliva in front of him, and asked tiredly: "You would ask such a question, are you idiot?"

Bai Qianjun's expression changed slightly, he suppressed his anger forcibly, and asked, "Tell me where Jing Jiu is?"

Zuo Rusui was even more inexplicable, and said: "Ask me this question, are you really an idiot?"

After saying this, he slapped his head with a palm and died.

Then ~IndoMTL.com~ he opened his eyes at Qingtianjian and woke up.

It just happened to be twilight, and some red sunset rays fell on the slowly rotating Qingtian Mirror, and the rivers seemed to be bloody.

The eyes of more than a dozen questioners fell on him, a little awed, a little jealous.

In that world, Zhuo Rusui killed the most people, had the most terrifying combat power, and died the most heroic.

Zuo Rusui ignored these gazes, looked at the Blood River and the Red Mountain in Qingtianjian, and was silent for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

Either there was sentiment, or there was reluctance, or there was regret, but in the end he showed nothing.

He stood up, leaned on his waist and walked out of the cave, complaining constantly.

"Sitting for so long, I'm really tired... Why doesn't anyone think about getting a backrest... Ahhh... It feels weird to have two hands."

(End of this chapter)