Chapter 682 A decent way to die

“What are you waiting for?” Wang He was anxious and wanted to call for support.

Zhang Luan, Jian Chengfeng and others were a little hesitant, but they didn’t hesitate for long.

“Ahem, hey, Xiaojian, you don’t even know how to greet me, an old man!” An Yuxing appeared behind Jian Chengfeng at some point, grinning.

Jian Chengfeng’s mouth twitched slightly, “Senior, can you please not call me Xiaojian!”

“Haha, it’s your fault that you are young!” An Yuxing laughed.

“Just watch, lest we ruin the relationship!”

At this time, Zhou Tianci and Liang Shengze also walked slowly towards them, stepping on the corpses.

The two men nodded to Zhang Luan first, then looked at Li Zhen and Yang Jiushi.

Zhang Luan’s eyes were full of helplessness. Is it necessary to fight this battle?

If he was facing Liang Shengze, he would still have the confidence to fight to the death, but facing Zhou Tianci, he really had no desire to fight.

Zhou Tianci was not from the same era as him. When Zhou Tianci became famous, he was still a soldier in the army.

Not to mention that there is also An Yuxing next to him.

Four against three, they had no chance of winning.

What’s more, there are more than a dozen innate warriors around.

Zhang Luan glanced around, looking at the figures standing on the edge of the sea of ​​fire and in the darkness, and sighed quietly in his heart.

It’s not that I don’t have determination, it’s just that it’s meaningless.

The gap is too big, and it cannot be made up by working hard.

However, this is not the end yet. Yu Qingyi appeared from nowhere and casually scattered a handful of seeds. Then countless vines began to grow wildly on the battlefield.

In the blink of an eye, a huge cage appeared around the original commander’s tent, separating the inside and the outside.

“My name is Yu Qingyi, nice to meet you seniors!”

Yu Qingyi stood on a vine and bowed to everyone.

Her move completely shocked everyone. Even An Yuxing widened his eyes with a look of disbelief.

“Mrs. Yu, what is this?” Zhou Tianci asked directly.

Yu Qingyi was not modest and smiled lightly: “It’s just a little bit of my understanding of the Tao!”

Although she still looks very young, her age does not allow her to call herself a concubine. She is already a grandmother, so it is only natural for her to call herself an old lady.

“Taoism!” Zhou Tianci’s eyes flashed as he looked at the huge cage made of vines.

This is Qinglong vine. Not only does it grow fast and have a thick shape, it is also very tough and is even harder than pine wood.

“Can the Daoyi actually reach such an extent?” Zhang Luan said in astonishment.

At this moment, he completely forgot about Wang He in the cage. Even Emperor Tianwu was the same. His mind and eyes were filled with the huge cage that was ten feet high.

Not to mention Zhang Luan and others, even the knowledgeable Zhou Tianci had never seen such a method as Yu Qingyi’s.

Of course, this does not mean that Yu Qingyi’s methods are powerful, it just means that Zhou Tianci’s knowledge is still too limited.

Although he had been to Dazhao, and although he had seen many innate warriors in Dazhao and had heard a lot about the Taoism of martial arts, his understanding of the Taoism was still far less than that of Yang Zhengshan.

After all, he was just hanging around in the marginal areas of Dazhao at that time, and had never really faced any martial artists at the entry-level, otherwise he would not have been able to come back.

Just as everyone was amazed at Yu Qingyi’s methods, Yang Zhengshan and Wang He fought for dozens of rounds in the vine cage. Wang He was no match for Yang Zhengshan and was finally defeated.

With Yang Zhengshan’s level of cultivation, it would be easy for him to defeat Wang He, but he did not use his full strength, nor did he even use his Taoism. He just fought with Wang He with the mysterious properties of his innate true qi and his subtle methods.

This was not because Yang Zhengshan was being overconfident, but because Yang Zhengshan wanted to practice some mysteries and subtleties through actual combat.

Mystery is the characteristic of innate true qi. In fact, it has a very similar form to Taoism. It can even be said that mystery is a weakened version of Taoism. The only difference is that mystery is mainly manifested in the changes in the external form of innate true qi, while Taoism is an extension of the warrior’s spirit, state of mind and will.

The subtlety is reflected in the subtle control of the innate true qi. In fact, many of its ways and methods can also be used in Taoism.

Mystery, subtlety, and the meaning of Tao have a lot in common and complement each other.

The opportunity to fight with a congenital warrior is rare. Yang Zhengshan finally caught a decent opponent, so he naturally wanted to take the opportunity to hone his understanding.

In fact, in terms of mystery and subtlety, he is not better than Wang He, and is even weaker than Wang He.

After only fighting for dozens of rounds, Yang Zhengshan gained a lot of new insights.

Unfortunately, this is all Wang He’s ability is. Even if Yang Zhengshan doesn’t use his Taoism, Wang He can only last a few dozen rounds under his gun.

The spear swung and hit Wang He’s chest and abdomen hard. Wang He couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and then his whole body hit the vine cage like a cannonball.

Yang Zhengshan rushed out, and the next moment, the sharp spear light had already landed on Wang He’s throat.

Wang He’s pupils suddenly shrank, “Lord Yang, I lose!”

He admitted defeat. Although he simply said “he lost”, it actually meant that he had given in.

The reason for surrendering was naturally to save one’s life, and the reason for staying alive was naturally to secure a future for oneself and one’s descendants in the Yang family.

Wang He has his own pride, so there are some things he won’t say, but Yang Zhengshan can understand the meaning.

In his opinion, Yang Zhengshan should be happy to accept his surrender.

After all, he is a powerful innate warrior, and their Wang family also has some strength.

Unfortunately, Yang Zhengshan looked down on him at all.

So what if he is a congenital warrior? What the Yang family lacks the least right now is congenital warriors.

Nowadays, three to five people in the Yang family break through every year and become innate warriors.

As Wang Lei, Li Chang and other followers broke through to the innate realm, the original guards of the Yang family also reached the threshold of breakthrough.

Three hundred guards, it’s almost time for them to break through.

These guards are mostly over sixty years old, and the youngest are almost fifty.

This is the period when a breakthrough is most likely.

In addition to the guards, the third generation of the Yang family has also reached the stage of stepping into the innate threshold. For example, Yang Chengye and Yang Chengmao, their cultivation has reached half a step into the innate realm, and they will be able to become innate warriors in a few years.

Yang Zhengshan is willing to accept Zhang Luan and others, but he will not accept Wang He and the Wang family, because in his eyes Wang He is an unstable factor.

This old guy is not a good person. He is selfish, greedy, and most importantly, ruthless and ungrateful.

Don’t forget that he is a royal relative and the maternal grandfather of Emperor Chengping. However, when he betrayed the Darong royal family, he did not care about this relationship at all and sold out the Darong royal family without hesitation.

If it weren’t for him, it would never have been easy for Daliang to capture Kyoto.

Yang Zhengshan looked at him and said indifferently: “You and I are not familiar with each other, and we have no grudges against each other. Unfortunately, you made the wrong choice and you have to pay the price!”

“What!” Wang He looked at him in surprise.

Yang Zhengshan shook his head slightly, thrust his spear forward, and the white tip of the spear pierced into his throat. He never liked talking to the dead, and he said that just now only because Wang He was an innate warrior.

The tip of the gun pierced his throat, and bright red blood gushed out. Wang He widened his eyes and looked at Yang Zhengshan in disbelief.

He seemed unable to believe that Yang Zhengshan had killed him just like that?
He didn’t understand.

Unfortunately, Yang Zhengshan would not explain to him.

Retracting his spear, Yang Zhengshan slowly walked towards the commander’s tent.

Emperor Tianwu and several civil officials from Daliang, including Song Chenxing, were still there.

Looking at Yang Zhengshan approaching, Emperor Tianwu had a blank expression on his face, with no intention of retreating at all.

As a hero in troubled times, Emperor Tianwu’s temperament is definitely tough enough.

If there were no Yang family, perhaps the world would really be his.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

“Senior, please spare my master’s life. My master is willing to take his wife and children away from Darong!”

Before Emperor Tianwu could speak, Song Chenxing spoke first.

He understood the temperament of Emperor Tianwu and knew that Emperor Tianwu would not give in. At this point, Emperor Tianwu would definitely fight to the death and would not retreat even if he died in battle.

Yang Zhengshan looked at Emperor Tianwu with indifference in his eyes.

Seeing this, Song Chenxing’s heart trembled, “Senior, my master has no grudge against you. Today’s situation is just due to the unpredictable world!”

He was extremely loyal to Emperor Tianwu. At this moment, he had no selfish motives and only wanted to ask Yang Zhengshan to let Emperor Tianwu go.

Yang Zhengshan looked at him and said, “You are wrong. I have a grudge against you!”

“Darong Dai Wang Chen Zhaoxuan is my personal disciple. He trained in front of me for several years. When Zhaoxuan died, I thought about coming here to avenge him. However, the situation in Darong had not yet deteriorated to such an extent. I still hope that the royal family of Darong can take revenge on their own!”

“It’s a pity that they are so useless that I have no choice but to do it myself!”

Yang Zhengshan has always felt very sorry for Chen Zhaoxuan.

If Chen Zhaoxuan were still alive, Yang Zhengshan would never let Yang Mingzhao and Yang Chengye rebel.

He would push Chen Zhaoxuan to the throne, and then let the Yang family assist Chen Zhaoxuan in governing Dayong.

For him, whether it is an imperial dynasty or a royal dynasty, it is actually not important. He only cares about cultivation, and his expectations for his descendants are only in the martial arts.

But Chen Zhaoxuan died, killed by the Daliang army.

This cut off the last bit of affection Yang Zhengshan had for Darong.

Perhaps Emperor Tianwu is a hero, but Yang Zhengshan will not let him go.

After Yang Zhengshan finished speaking, Song Chenxing’s face changed drastically, and Emperor Tianwu’s face also showed a little fluctuation.

Emperor Tianwu had a deep memory of Chen Zhaoxuan. At that time, Chen Zhaoxuan could defeat the Daliang army by himself, and the Daliang army killed Chen Zhaoxuan at the cost of human lives.

Finally, he gave Chen Zhaoxuan a grand funeral.

Yang Zhengshan raised his spear and pointed it directly at Emperor Tianwu, “Don’t worry, I will leave you an intact body and give you a proper burial!”

Emperor Tianwu’s expression changed slightly, and he finally uttered four words.

“Thank you, senior!”

The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit!

It’s not that he hasn’t thought about failure. In fact, he has been thinking about how he will die for years.

Now that death has come, he can still accept it calmly.

“Very good, then let me give you a ride!”

Yang Zhengshan’s voice was like thunder and exploded.

The sound of thunder rolled, echoing through the night sky, and the lightning flickered, illuminating everything around.

Emperor Tianwu is a man worthy of respect, so Yang Zhengshan will give him the most dignified death.

He used his most powerful move, the Thunder Shot, which pierced through Emperor Tianwu’s chest.

Emperor Tianwu lay on his back in front of Yang Zhengshan. Yang Zhengshan looked at the knife in his hand and walked out of the vine cage.

The battle outside is still going on, but the outcome is no longer in doubt.

Although Chongshan Town has less than 80,000 soldiers, they are all elite soldiers equipped with complete weapons and armor.

Under the surprise attack, it was only a matter of time before the Daliang army was defeated.

When Yang Zhengshan walked out of the vine cage, Zhang Luan sighed softly, and Jian Chengfeng looked at the body of Emperor Tianwu with a complicated expression.

Li Zhen and Yang Jiushi looked at Yang Zhengshan nervously.

“Everyone, it’s your turn to make a choice!”

Yang Zhengshan looked at them indifferently.

Zhang Luan shook his head slightly, “Do we still have any choice?”

Yang Zhengshan chuckled and said, “It seems not!”

“Haha, we are all old friends, so I won’t say those polite nonsense to you. Da Rong has collapsed, and the new dynasty is about to be established. I can’t guarantee other things, but I can still guarantee that your descendants will enjoy a hundred years of wealth and glory!”

Zhang Luan raised his eyebrows, “Only a hundred years?”

Yang Zhengshan smiled and said, “How long do you want? If you want it to last longer, then put in more effort!”

“Stingy!” Zhang Luan said speechlessly.

“There’s nothing we can do about it. As you can see, I have too many people on my side, so I have to be stingy, otherwise the country will be in turmoil!” Yang Zhengshan said, spreading his hands.

His words seemed to be an explanation, but in fact they were a kind of showing off.

What do you mean by too many people? Isn’t it just that there are too many innate warriors?
When a country is founded, meritorious service must be rewarded. Yang Zhengshan needs to consider not only the soldiers who have made great contributions, but also the affiliated families of the Yang family.

For those affiliated families, a hereditary title is inevitable.

The rank of the title can be lower, but it must be given.

And let them send their descendants to inherit.

The titles to be awarded at that time cannot be too many. According to Yang Zhengshan’s previous idea, there will be only six dukes, twelve to eighteen marquises, and more earls, so thirty or forty will be about the same.

The Yang family may not have a duke, but there must be several positions for marquis and earl.

If you calculate carefully, there won’t be many titles left to give to other people by then.

What other choice did Zhang Luan and Jian Chengfeng have? They could only turn to the Yang family.

(End of this chapter)