Joy of Life: I am a Han Dynasty succubus, and I rebel from the beginning

Chapter 326: Dadongshan ends, Emperor Qing becomes a eunuch? Shisan Wang assassinates the King of Han

Mount Dadong almost collapsed and shattered during the battle between Emperor Qing and Liu Hong.

In this battle that is comparable to a natural disaster, warriors without ninth-grade strength can only rely on luck to protect their lives.

The mountainside was also where Liu Hong was slapped away by Ku He.

Two black gunshots landed among the stones.

The temple messenger was still standing here, motionless. When he saw Liu Hong coming, there was a strange light in his eyes.

"Wonderful……"

It is hard to imagine that the messenger who always abides by the temple rules rarely speaks words of praise.

Liu Hong stared at the temple messenger with deep eyes.

The temple messenger maintained his posture, indifferent to Liu Hong's gaze. During the entire battle of Dadong Mountain, not even the corner of his clothes was damaged.

Liu Hong suddenly felt a little bored. He waved his hand, picked up the shotgun on the ground, and looked a little depressed.

"After all, you are not Wuzhu! Wuzhu is an exception."

Even over the years, Liu Hong arranged for the temple messengers to go to the human world to heal their wounds.

The temple messenger is just more intelligent and does not have the emotions to resist orders like Wuzhu.

When the temple messenger heard Wuzhu's name, his expression finally showed some movement.

"Redundant? He does have some more things than us, but you should know that I'm not the only one in the temple."

"Anyone who opposes the temple, even if he is a Grandmaster, will end up dead!"

Liu Hong smiled and said nothing.

Wuzhu, Wuzhu! From the name, we can guess that there are five robots in total for the Temple Messenger.

Surrounded by temple messengers with the same thoughts and memories, even a grand master could only die with hatred.

However, the temple does not care much about human affairs, as long as it does not develop high technology and promote scientific and technological revolution.

Who becomes the emperor on earth actually has nothing to do with the temple.

In the long life of the temple's intelligent computer, it is just a drop in the ocean.

Liu Hong waved to the temple messenger.

Holding two shotguns, he walked towards Emperor Qing.

After Fan Xian came back, Wu Zhu stood in front of Emperor Qing again.

Wuzhu's eyes, covered by black cloth, looked at Emperor Qing who had been broken into two pieces, as if he was thinking about something.

Shadow took a deep breath, straddled the front of Emperor Qing, and stared at Liu Hong who was walking towards him, his eyes full of fanaticism.

"I'm very curious about how you broke through to become a Grandmaster!"

Liu Hong grinned.

"You want to know! Kill Emperor Qing and I'll tell you how to break through to become a Grandmaster."

When Fan Xian heard Liu Hong's words, which were obviously intended to sow discord, he became obviously anxious.

"Shadow, Liu Hong is just using you! He wishes he was the only Grandmaster left in the world, so how could he be willing to let you break through?"

The shadow, which was originally ready to move, became quiet and hesitant.

Fan Xian was right! If there was only one Grandmaster left in the world, Liu Hong.

Isn’t the world within easy reach?

Liu Hong simply took out a shotgun and aimed at Emperor Qing's head. He showed disdain at Fan Xian's words.

Only Fan Xian could come up with this idea of ​​throwing the baby out with the bathwater.

As long as the Grand Master of the Han Kingdom is protected, he is willing to abide by the rules of the world.

Liu Hong was so happy that he didn't even have time to express his happiness. So why would he deliberately hide the method of breaking through to become a grandmaster?
When a country possesses a human-shaped nuclear bomb, it will intimidate everywhere with impunity.

When two countries have human-shaped nuclear bombs, they will collude with each other and oppress other countries.

When a group of countries have human-shaped nuclear bombs, everyone is willing to pick up the kindness and righteousness on the ground.

Because when someone accuses you of having weapons of mass destruction, you better actually have them!

Now, among all the great masters in the world, Ku He is on the verge of death, and Ye Liuyun has fallen below the level of a great master. It is still unknown whether Emperor Qing can maintain his realm.

There is only one Liu Hong and one Si Gu Jian left, and the number of great masters in the world is already very small.

The temple may take action at any time and destroy the three major workshops that contain the essence of technology left by Ye Qingmei.

Fan Xian didn't understand Liu Hong, and Liu Hong was too lazy to explain to Fan Xian.

Emperor Qing looked at the dark muzzle of the gun aimed at his head, and a creepy fear arose.

He wanted to escape, but his lower body had already been separated from him.

It would be impossible to escape from Liu Hong's shotgun lock distance relying solely on his hands.

Emperor Qing could hardly suppress the fear in his heart and roared heart-wrenchingly.

"Liu Hong, you liar, didn't you say that I could withstand the fifth sword? Then we'll see the truth on the battlefield later?"

"And Fan Xian, Shadow! I have treated you well, why don't you stop Liu Hong now?"

"Liu Hong's true energy has been completely consumed now. Three or four ninth-rank masters are enough to entangle him."

In Dadong Mountain, Si Gu Jian and Ye Liuyun, the old man who were fighting for their lives, smiled bitterly, supported each other, and took Ku He, who was like a dead fish, away.

Yan Bingyun led the remaining imperial guards.

Fatty Lu and the other two bared their chests and bellies, and were as excited as children, screaming wildly.

Yan Xiaoyi and Uesugi Tiger had complicated expressions.

On the hillside of Mount Dadong, a calm-looking young man, holding two shotguns, slowly aimed at Emperor Qing.

Emperor Qing could only feel helpless and furious, venting his disdain towards the sky.

As for the promise Liu Hong made before, haha...

Emperor Qing, you idiot, did you really believe it?
Wu Zhu finally spoke slowly.

"Leave him alive. Some of my memories have not been restored. I need to get an accurate answer."

Liu Hong was silent for a while and nodded slightly.

The shotgun did not change, and Wu Zhu did not do anything to stop it.

Because Wu Zhu already understood what Liu Hong wanted to do, but he didn't care.

He only cares about Ye Qingmei!
Liu Hong's voice was very light and cold, like a cool mountain breeze, moistening everyone's heart.

"Emperor Qing, I won't kill you!"

Emperor Qing hadn't yet breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Hong's second sentence rang out.

"But I promised an old man that I would help avenge Ye Qingmei. I thought about it for a long time, so I'll let you be like him!"

"Just don't move, I'll be quick!"

Emperor Qing seemed to know something, his expression was almost terrified, and he tried hard to hide his lower body.

But everyone is equal in front of trolls.

Countless gunshots were heard, and countless iron sands entered Emperor Qing's palm.

As for his lower body, it was already riddled with holes, and the most precious Ruyi Jingu Bang had now turned into a pile of rotten flesh.

It remained in the lower body, floating precariously, just a hair's breadth away from falling to the ground.

Liu Hong threw the two shotguns on the ground. The bullets were empty and there was no use keeping them.

Emperor Qing stared at his lower limbs dully, his resentful voice sounding like the devil from the underworld.

"Liu Hong, I will repay you a hundredfold for the humiliation you have inflicted on me! I will destroy everything you have and make your life a living hell!"

Everyone who heard the sound shuddered and shrank their necks.

In full view of everyone in Dadong Mountain, Liu Hong not only cut Emperor Qing into two halves.

He also used the things left by Ye Qingmei to make Emperor Qing the first eunuch emperor in the world of Joy of Life.

This is the promise Liu Hong made to Chen Pingping.

Liu Hong silently looked at Emperor Qing who had fallen into madness, and could not deny it.

Pointing at Emperor Qing, and then at Fan Xian and others.

The sound is clear and bright.

"I am waiting for you to come to me with all your forces, because... I will not allow you to surrender!"

"I will wait patiently, allowing you to bring all the opposing forces with you. Five years later, I will sweep you into the ruins of history."

Emperor Qing still had a resentful look in his eyes as he glanced at Fan Xian coldly.

Fan Xian felt a chill in his heart, of course he understood what Emperor Qing meant.

He quickly ordered Yan Bingyun to take the remaining imperial guards and retreat back to Jiangnan before Yan Xiaoyi and Shangshan Hu could recover from their shock.

These less than 10,000 imperial guards are all baits.

A bait to get Emperor Qing back to Jiangnan safely.

Only Liu Hong stood high on the Dadong Mountain, even though his true energy had been exhausted.

It is quite possible that he would become the first grandmaster in history to be besieged and killed by the ninth rank.

But wherever Liu Hong looked, no one dared to look at him.

Si Gu Jian tightly gripped the sword in his hand, feeling a sense of sadness and desolation in his heart, and sighed softly.

"Old!"

The thirteen sword disciples guarding the Jianlu remained silent.

There was also a sense of confusion in his eyes.

How could things become like this.

The temple messenger is now behind Liu Hong, staring at him with a blank look for a while.

However, under the command of the temple's intelligent computer, the temple messenger chose to obey the order.

He just wanted Fan Xian and Wu Zhu to go back.

That's it!

Si Gu Jian tightly gripped the sword in his hand, wanting to take this opportunity to kill Liu Hong.

After a long time, I felt a little depressed.

Liu Hong now has a temple messenger by his side. Not only can he kill him, but it is also very likely that Dongyi City will be plunged into war.

Everyone left Dadong Mountain in silence, and the news spread like wildfire to every corner of the world.

"King of Han Liu Hong has become a Grandmaster?"

"In the battle of Dadong Mountain, Ku He was barely able to survive, Ye Liuyun fell below the level of Grandmaster, Si Gu Jian was seriously injured, and the most hidden Emperor Qing also became a eunuch broken into two pieces?"

Countless messages were swirling in everyone's head.

Emperor Qing, who should have been the final winner, let Liu Hong successfully steal the house.

Almost everyone felt confused.

Times have changed so much.

This is no longer their era.

At the same time, Emperor Qing issued a reward to the world.

"Whoever can kill Liu Hong, I will give him the entire Qing Kingdom."

At the same time, a piece of news was revealed.

In fact, when Liu Hong was holding the shotgun, he was already at the end of his strength.

The true energy in the body was drained away without a trace left.

It only takes three or four ninth-rank masters to join forces to capture and kill Liu Hong, and even force him to reveal the method of breaking through to the grandmaster level.

The top nine masters in the world are getting restless again.

In Qing Kingdom, there is also the temptation to break through to the Grand Master level.

They rushed towards the areas ruled by the Han Dynasty.

They believed that King Liu Hong of Han, who had disappeared and worked hard to overcome his period of weakness, would definitely return to his base camp.

For a time, the five major bases of Qianlong Bay, Dingzhou, Kyoto, Danzhou, and Wuzhou were filled with many warriors of all kinds.

This caused the Han garrison a lot of headaches.

However, the King of Han did not show up to announce the decree, and these people did not clearly state their purpose. Zhang Liang and Han Xin in the capital remained silent.

It is not easy for these troops to drive away this group of warriors.

After all, warriors may not be able to fight against a huge army.

But assassinations, especially killing relatives of important officials, require a lot of skills.

Only one person has confirmed the whereabouts of the King of Han.

In the Sword Lodge of Dongyi City, Si Gu Jian was working hard to heal his injuries in his own little world.

Wang Shisanlang knelt in front of Si Gu Jian, with his head lowered, silent.

Si Gu Jian opened his eyes, looked at his most proud disciple, and sighed softly.

"Fool, when I asked you to join Fan Xian and obey his orders, I wanted to make the civil unrest in Qing more intense."

"Now that the Han Kingdom has been established, why do you have to risk your life to assassinate the King of Han? You should know that among the thirteen disciples of Jianlu, you are the most likely to break through to the Grandmaster level."

Wang Shisanlang lowered his head, knelt on the ground and refused to listen, with a determined expression.

"Please help me, teacher!"

Si Gu Jian stared at Wang Shisanlang for a long time, nodded slightly, and threw a sword box to Wang Shisanlang.

"This was originally my last trump card for Dongyi City. Now that I'm alive, you can use it."

"However, after this incident, regardless of whether you succeeded in assassinating the King of Han or not, you are no longer a disciple of Jianlu in Dongyi City."

Wang Shisanlang smiled naively, picked up the sword case, kowtowed several times to Si Gu Jian, and then left the sword room without looking back.

Yun Zhilan saw that Wang Shisanlang took the sword box easily and his face twisted.

Maybe Shisan Wang didn't know, but the other thirteen disciples of Jianlu knew it clearly.

This sword box is a token of the next Lord of Dongyi City.

Yun Zhilan worked hard for Dongyi City, even at the cost of his own cultivation, while also handling the miscellaneous affairs of Dongyi City.

As a result, the sword box was now easily obtained by the taciturn Wang Shisanlang.

Judging from the guy's expression, he doesn't seem to care about the meaning of it at all.

Si Gu Jian saw Yun Zhilan's ulterior motive and snorted coldly.

The sword in Jianlu kept trembling, making countless low hums.

"I'm not dead yet! If you have any thoughts, wait until I'm dead."

Yun Zhilan quickly lowered his head, his face as pale as gold paper, and he didn't dare to reveal any thoughts. However, the unwillingness in his eyes was already extremely strong.

Wang Shisanlang held the sword case and rode on a merchant ship like a tramp, heading towards the new Danzhou Port.

"Tsk tsk... I didn't expect that those country bumpkins in Danzhou City would become rich one day."

The fat and big-eared Northern Qi merchant marveled in amazement and looked at the double-decker merchant ship below him.

"Don't be envious. If your hometown can produce a King of Han, the entire Dongshan Road will support Danzhou, and the same will be true for that prefecture."

The sad Nanqing merchants looked at the huge Danzhou port which was getting closer and closer with a bit of jealousy in their eyes.

Wang Shisanlang raised his head and looked at the two businessmen blankly.

Isn't there going to be a war in a few years?

Why did the merchants of the two countries get along so well and even come to the territory of the Han Dynasty together?

"Boy, you've been on the boat for more than a day and haven't eaten anything, so here's something for you."

The middle-aged man, who had a slight smell of the sea but was extremely enthusiastic, handed the tin can in his arms to Wang Shisanlang.

The can is only the size of a fist, made entirely of iron, and printed with the words "Made in Danzhou".

Wang Shisanlang held the can, a little confused. How could he eat it?

The middle-aged man laughed, took out a knife and pried open the can.

A spicy and fishy smell came from the can, which was full of marinated fish pieces coated with chili peppers.

"This is a specialty of Danzhou. If I wasn't going home soon, I wouldn't be willing to give it to you."

The middle-aged man chuckled and handed Wang Shisanlang a coarse flour pancake.

When the merchants from Northern Qi and Southern Qing saw the can, they looked at each other and spoke with jealousy.

"The King of Han is really good to Danzhou! Not only did he devote all his efforts to the construction of Danzhou, he also settled the Bingfang of the three major inland houses in Danzhou."

Among the three major workshops in Neiku, Workshop C was responsible for producing cotton cloth, gauze, ironware and other daily necessities.

Danzhou has Bingfang, which produces a large amount of daily necessities and canned products and sells them all over the world.

Various raw materials are obtained from the entire Dongshan Road. In order to facilitate this, the ship repair industry is also developing rapidly.

When the Danzhou man heard the jealousy in the two people's voices, he didn't care and laughed happily.

"I bring canned fish because life is getting better! If the taxes were heavy, how could I afford canned fish?"

Upon hearing this, the merchants from Northern Qi and Southern Qing fell silent.

The heavy taxation of three taxes and one tax in the Northern Qi Dynasty made it difficult to even get food, let alone buy canned meat.

As for Nanqing, although it is better with a tax rate of 5% to 1%, the problem is that Emperor Qing has gone so crazy that he has issued a second round of national debt.

Shisan Wang looked at the three people, poured the fish pieces on the pancake, and began to eat it voraciously.

He was indeed a little hungry, but this was a form of practice for him.

But since someone gave him food out of kindness, he couldn't refuse it.

But Wang Shisanlang had some doubts in his heart.

Even though Danzhou is a port city, its residents may not be able to afford to eat canned fish every day.

Judging from the middle-aged man's attire, he was obviously just a member of the grain transport team.

Why was he so generous to give me a pancake and a can of food?

However, after giving Wang Shisanlang the food, the middle-aged man had no intention of continuing the conversation.

Instead, he started chatting with the two merchants, Bei Qi and Nan Qing.

A good life always requires comparison. Perhaps when the Han Dynasty was established, there were still many imperfections.

There were Censorates everywhere, and the spies from the Western Factory fanned the flames, instigating the prefects of the prefectures and counties left in Nanqing to rebel.

The Han Dynasty still could not change, and corruption and disregard for human lives always occurred.

But for the lowest class of people, being able to have enough food to eat and live a better life would make them satisfied.

Occasionally eating some minced meat means that a prosperous era has arrived and a wise ruler is in the world.

As the new Danzhou Port slowly approached, the three stopped chatting and packed up their belongings.

Hundreds of merchants and sailors unloaded their cargoes and left.

Wang Shisanlang silently picked up his sword case, got off the merchant ship, and stepped onto the new Danzhou port.

This place is not like it was three years ago, when there were only a few docking places, it was messy and full of desolate atmosphere.

The new Danzhou Port now looks brand new. Dozens of berths for merchant ships are bustling with activity and everything is in order under the command of officials.

When Wang Shisanlang saw this scene, his eyes were a little dazed.

Is this still the Danzhou City in his memory?

Then he shook his head. It was obviously an unwise move to use the strength of one route to support the strength of an entire state.

Then Wang Shisanlang raised his foot and walked towards Danzhou City.

The middle-aged man who had got off the merchant ship earlier was carrying a bag of grain and staring at Wang Shisanlang with a smile in his eyes.

Wang Shisanlang frowned slightly, if it were not for the fact that he could not feel any fluctuation of true energy from this middle-aged man.

There is no sign of martial arts training.

Wang Shisanlang thought that his whereabouts had been exposed and he was about to be chased and intercepted by the masters of the Han State.

He slowly took out a thumb-sized piece of silver from his pocket.

"One or two pieces of silver. This should be enough for your meal. I have something else to do. Don't stop me."

Wang Shisanlang couldn't help but stroke the sword at his waist. He didn't like killing people.

But if someone stops him from killing someone, all he can say is sorry.

When the middle-aged man saw the silver coins on the ground, the smile on his face disappeared, and he finally spoke with a serious look.

"I don't want your money."

"You should be the warrior who plotted against the King of Han as Xiao He, the Minister of Works of the Han State, said?"

Wang Shisanlang remained silent and just nodded slightly.

He wouldn't deceive even an ordinary person.

There was still a lot of noise all around, and the bustling shouting was unnoticeable.

However, as long as he had a sword in his hand, Wang Shisanlang was confident that he could make this middle-aged man speechless and die here.

The reason why I didn't take action now is just because I was concerned about the meal.

The middle-aged man heard a clear answer.

He was visibly panicked and wanted to shout.

However, Shisan Wang had already placed his thumb lightly on the sword and was making a hushing gesture to him.

"Can you not kill the King of Han? He's a good man!"

The middle-aged man spoke in a pleading tone, and even took out a bag of 100 kilograms of rice as compensation for being away for five or six days.

Amid the turmoil in the world, the price of grain had already soared to three taels of silver per stone of rice.

However, for a warrior, the temptation of white rice.

How can it compare to the astonishing reputation of killing a grandmaster? In the entire Qing Kingdom, there is also a method to break through the grandmaster.

Although Wang Shisanlang didn't care about these three things, he just wanted to fulfill his promise to Fan Xian.

So he shook his head slightly and spoke softly.

"I don't know whether the King of Han is a good person or not! But he is the source of the cholera in the world. If it weren't for him, all the countries in the world wouldn't be preparing for war and the people wouldn't be living in misery!"

From the perspective of the current countries, the King of Han is indeed a bad guy.

Because he wanted to break the balance of the world over the years and unify the world.

The most important thing is that the King of Han, who has broken through to the level of Grandmaster, is really capable of accomplishing this task.

This is the scariest thing!

Once the war starts, Wang Shisanlang doesn't know how many people will die.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, slowly held the rice in his arms, and his expression became determined.

"I will stop you!"

Wang Shisanlang looked at the middle-aged man coldly.

It seems to be saying, why?
Just relying on a meal on the boat, or are you confident that you can expose my identity when I draw my sword?

Ridiculous!

"Isn't it good to be alive?"

Wang Shisanlang silently held the long sword at his waist. The distance of ten steps was enough for him to instantly kill this middle-aged man he met by chance.

The middle-aged man showed a trace of reluctance in his eyes, mixed with reminiscence, and let out a breath.

"It's good to be alive! But if you live like you did before, with no hope in sight, it seems like there's no point in living anymore."

How can someone who has seen the light endure to be immersed in darkness?

A section of the long sword at his waist slowly emerged.

Wang Shisanlang put down the sword case in his arms and performed a warrior's salute.

Even though this middle-aged man is not even a warrior, it is as ridiculous as an egg hitting a stone.

Want to stop myself without knowing the consequences.

But this is Wang Shisanlang's respect for his opponent.

It also gives the middle-aged man some time to think about whether it is worth dying for the King of Han.

"dad……"

The little girl with pudding-like clothes stood at the harbor and spoke timidly.

The middle-aged man turned around suddenly, but there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

This is not his daughter.

Wang Shisanlang spoke softly.

"Go back! Go home. The King of Han is not worth your death. Since ancient times, the disputes between kings and nobles have nothing to do with you."

The middle-aged man turned around again, a sacred glow appeared on his face, and he spoke firmly.

"It's worth it! If you want to kill the King of Han, then it has something to do with us!"

The little girl with pudding on her clothes ran happily into the arms of the middle-aged sailor, giggling non-stop.

A happy smile also appeared on the middle-aged sailor's face. He picked up the little girl high up and flew a circle in the sky.

"Let's go, let's go home!"

These words should have discouraged the middle-aged man from committing suicide, but instead made his face look more determined than ever before.

Go home, only in the capital where the King of Han is, can they have a home!

The middle-aged man's throat moved, and he was about to speak loudly to expose Wang Shisanlang.

A sword light flashed from somewhere and entered between his eyebrows.

Wang Shisanlang slowly retracted the sword from his waist and pondered for a while.

"You're brave, but a little stupid!"

It was indeed stupid. The middle-aged man could have reported the matter directly to the authorities.

Finally, we have to ask Wang Shisanlang.

The middle-aged man could have taken the bag of rice home, but he chose to expose the identity of the killer Wang Shisanlang in public.

The middle-aged man's eyes lost their luster and he fell to the ground as if by accident.

The man who had gone out returned home with a full load, carrying food and money, holding the hands of his wife and children, and went home happily.

But there is one family who probably won’t be able to wait for their husbands to come home.

Whose husband and father is this!

Among the crowd, someone noticed that there was something strange about the middle-aged man and immediately spoke in panic.

"Dead!"

"Another warrior has infiltrated the Han Kingdom and wants to assassinate the King of Han."

Fierce noises erupted from the crowd, but there was no fear in their eyes, only indignation.

Whoever wants to deprive them of their hard-earned happy life will leave a wound on this enemy until they die.

Wang Shisanlang was dressed simply and did not look like a majestic warrior.

He looked at this group of people quietly, with only confusion in his eyes.

He was not wrong! The King of Han was only in his thirties, but he became the youngest and most promising Grandmaster in the world.

As long as he is alive, he is an unstable factor for the entire world.

Only when the King of Han dies will peace return to the world.

(End of this chapter)