Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 104 Uprising
It is impossible for a flesh and blood body to break through numerous obstacles and rise from the ground to the sky.

But when Qiu Chuji's true qi attached to it, the situation changed.

Wanyan Tan's body "recklessly" rushed out of the ground, flew high into the sky, and then fell like a leaf in the wind, heavily smashing on the avenue in the middle of the imperial city, and perished in front of the ministers and officials of the Jin Dynasty.

The bleeding corpse lay there with broken bones and muscles. The glaring red of the blood made many people dizzy.

That was the Son of Heaven they bowed to, the emperor they respected, the symbol of the pinnacle of power in the Jin Dynasty, and the person in charge of the country.

At this moment, he died without any dignity and without any demeanor of a king.

Even though the position of the Jin emperor was not stable, the internal struggle for power was actually quite fierce.

However, the leader of a country was slaughtered like a chicken or a dog, and then his body was exposed in front of all the ministers. For everyone who saw this scene, the shock was beyond words.

With a light rise and fall, Qiu Chuji swung his long mace to penetrate the ground and jumped out lightly and gracefully.

Hundreds of armored soldiers carrying shields and halberds surrounded Qiu Chuji.

They seemed to want to step forward and capture Qiu Chuji.

But the body of Emperor Jin was right on the side, as if staring at them, which made these warriors who had experienced bloody battles all afraid to move forward.

Their loyalty sometimes comes from superstition about authority.

Their courage is also connected with loyalty.

So when superstition is broken, courage and loyalty melt away.

Looking at the soldiers who were surrounding him but unable to move forward, Qiu Chuji held the mace in one hand, snorted coldly, and then struck down heavily.

The ten-meter-long Qi that had condensed into a solid entity came crashing down, leaving an ugly scratch on the bluestone road.

Such a blow was like a thunderbolt from the sky, shocking everyone present.

When people looked at Qiu Chuji, there was only fear and panic in their eyes.

This is no longer human power, it seems like divine power.

Rumble...!
There was really a rumbling thunder in the sky. Such an abnormality was very rare after the arrival of winter.

The strong wind blew the flags in the distance, and the tall flagpole was broken by a sudden bolt of lightning.

The fluttering flag slowly fell from the wind and hit the ground.

"It's a bad sign! It's a bad sign... Kill him! Kill him quickly!" the Jin officials shouted.

Qiu Chuji, however, had a cold face and turned into a shadow and rushed into the crowd.

Killing an emperor of the Jin Dynasty might not hurt their foundation, but killing a group of high-ranking officials and nobles of the Jin Dynasty would definitely cause chaos in their overall system.

The snow fluttered down heavily. Qiu Chuji's heart was cold, and the long mace in his hand was even colder.

One strike would take the lives of at least several Jin officials.

When the wind completely stopped, there was no living person left in the entire square.

The blood color that had corroded the bricks and stones on the ground could not be completely covered up even by the heavy snow.

Rumble...!
Above the sky, the air currents changed drastically, and something in the dark was shaken and was almost pulled down and fell into Qiu Chuji's body.

It's like dark clouds pressing down on the city, about to overlap the ground, yet it seems to be right in front of you, yet you can't touch it with your hand.

"Isn't it enough?"

"Sure enough, it won't work just like this!" Qiu Chuji's gaze seemed to penetrate the space as he looked into the distance in the snow.

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In front of Chongyang Hall in Zhongnan Mountain, Wang Chongyang, who had already changed out of his Taoist robe and put on black armor, stood in front of thousands of Quanzhen disciples who were ready to go, holding a spear.

All the Quanzhen disciples had also changed into their attire. Although most of the armor and weapons they wore were modified from the Jin soldiers' armor, they all looked exceptionally spirited after changing into uniform.

At this moment, everyone was holding a pottery bowl filled with strong liquor.

"In April of the second year of the Jingkang reign, the Jin army broke through Dongjing and captured Huizong, Qinzong and his sons, as well as a large number of Zhao royal family members, concubines, nobles, and court officials, totaling more than 3,000 people. They were escorted north, and all the public and private savings in Dongjing were emptied."

"From then on, the people of culture left for the south, and the Central Plains became a place where the Jin Dog Tartars trampled on them at will. Countless families were torn apart, and countless children, women and children fell under the iron hoofs of the Jin Dogs."

"I, Wang Chongyang, have been determined to fight against the Jin, drive out the Tartars, and restore the Han Dynasty since I was a young man. Although I have been defeated many times, I have never changed my original intention."

"I am raising the army again today, not for my own honor or disgrace, but only to promote the prestige of China, to restore the mountains and rivers of the Central Plains, to rebuild the world, so that my children will no longer be slaves, will not be bullied, will have enough food to eat, and can live and work in peace!"

"I swear here that no matter what the outcome is after I descend the mountain today, I, Wang Chongyang, will die if I am forced to. There is no place for me to retreat. If I succeed, the world will be returned to the public, and the rites of abdication will be restored as they were during the time of Yao and Shun. The world will not belong to one person, and I will prevent one person from being stupid and causing the world to decline."

"Everyone! Would you like to go with me?"

"If there is a man who is the bravest among the three armies and the most talented in the world, I will give him the vast mountains and rivers and the Central Plains. What's the harm in that?"

Wang Chongyang used his breath to strengthen his voice, and his heroic voice echoed over Mount Zhongnan.

"I'm willing to go!" "I'm willing to go!"

"Wish to go!"

The momentum of thousands of people was fully mobilized and they shouted loudly.

"Okay! Let's start a rebellion!" Wang Chongyang slammed the spear in his hand, shouted loudly, and took the lead to go down the mountain.

At this moment, at the foot of Mount Zhongnan, people have already prepared thousands of war horses for the rebel army coming down the mountain. Once the rebel army has made some success in its anti-Jin campaign and captured the northern Central Plains, the team will immediately grow like a snowball.

Those aristocratic families rooted in the Central Plains will respond and fight against the Jin together.

It was Qiu Chuji who gave them the confidence.

As long as Qiu Chuji was alive, he would always be a deterrent. Even if the uprising failed, no matter how angry the Jin people were, they would not dare to massacre the city or exterminate the clan.

Since they had such confidence, how could these aristocratic families, who had long been unwilling to be ridden over by the Jin people, remain indifferent?
It can be said that everything was foreshadowed when Qiu Chuji shot Jin Wushu's head with his mace.

Two days later, the rebel army captured Chang'an again, cutting off an important supply line of the Jin soldiers who invaded the south, making the Jin soldiers who had penetrated deep into the south gradually become isolated.

Seven days later, the rebel army, which had grown to 10,000 people, captured Hezhong Prefecture and headed straight towards Kaifeng City.

By the time the army reached Kaifeng, it had grown to 30,000 men, and there were also various rebel armies that raised their flags and started uprisings from all over the Central Plains. Although their armies varied in size, they tied down the few remaining Jin soldiers in the Central Plains at that time.

Fifteen days later, Kaifeng Prefecture was captured and the capital lost by the Former Song Dynasty was recaptured by the Quanzhen Sect's army.

Things and people in the city have changed a lot, but many veterans who had experienced the former Song Dynasty burst into tears after entering the city.

When they went further north, the rebel army had grown to 80,000 men. Although it could be said to be a motley crowd, they would be tempered by fighting a few tough battles.

The Jin soldiers were very good at fighting, but they were not so powerful that they could not be resisted.

The reason why Song soldiers were often defeated was also a historical problem.

Not only did they not gain any merit in winning the battle, but they also made mistakes. If they died on the battlefield, not only would they lack any pension, but their reputation after death could not be guaranteed. In such a situation, how many soldiers would be willing to fight to the death?

In the era of cold weapons, no one fought to the death, so no matter how good the equipment, strategies, and military formations were, they all became decorations.

A month later, the rebel army marched towards Zhongdu and besieged the city for half a month but failed to capture it.

At this time, Han Chang, the general of the Jin army who had originally invaded the south, led his troops back, abandoned Chang'an, Hezhong, Kaifeng and other places, and attacked Zhongdu directly, trying to cut off the rebel army's retreat and attack Huanglong directly.

If the main force of the rebel army is defeated, the situation will be resolved immediately.

On the way, he "accidentally" met Qiu Chuji, who swung his mace, causing the army to collapse and Han Chang to die.

The next day, Wanyan Anyu, the general defending Zhongdu, was assassinated. Fires broke out everywhere in the city and there was chaos.

The rebel army attacked Zhongdu and seized countless soldiers, horses, money and food.

At this point, although the northern Central Plains areas had not been completely recovered, they had already shown signs of being connected together, and the morale of the various rebel armies soared.

The remaining Jin soldiers who invaded the south would also face many difficulties if they wanted to fight back.

If the original Jin Kingdom was like a golden dragon about to take off into the sky, then at this moment it was like a dragon whose spine had been pulled out. Although it still had strong soldiers and horses, it was stuck between taking care of its head and its butt.

Although the Song court was weak, it was not completely useless. After realizing that the Jin soldiers were weak, it not only bravely charged several times to force them back, but also dispatched several troops to cross the river to ask for amnesty, hoping to take back the land occupied by the rebels in the north with just a piece of paper.

Outside Zhongdu City, in the Yunmeng Mountains, Qiu Chuji used the emperor's qi-gazing technique to look up at the sky.

The clouds were rolling and looming, and it seemed as if I could hear the roar of a dragon. But when I listened carefully, it seemed to be just an illusion...the wind was just a little stronger.

The voice might be fake, but the inspiration injected into Qiu Chuji's body at this moment was real.

Under his promotion, the Jin Dynasty's rise was almost interrupted, forcing it to retreat to Liaodong, and decades of operation were destroyed. Under such circumstances, even if the dragon vein was not completely destroyed, it was severely damaged.

The vast spiritual power of heaven and earth, which can also be called the pure primordial qi of heaven and earth, entered into Qiu Chuji's body, causing his true qi, which was not weak to begin with, to grow rapidly.

Originally, after more than a hundred years of refining the skills of Qiu Chuji and Dugu Qiubai, only less than sixty years were left.

Now, under the infusion of the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth, his skills had quickly recovered a century, and were continuing to increase.

Eighty years, one hundred years, one hundred and fifty years, two hundred years, three hundred years.

His skills increased so rapidly that the method Qiu Chuji used to calculate his skills seemed a little empty.

When his skill level reached about three hundred and eighty years, the sudden irrigation of the Yuan Qi between heaven and earth began to become less obvious. Gradually, after a few more years of skill level increase, it completely returned to normal.

"Breaking off a section of the dragon spine of the Jin Kingdom has increased my power by more than 300 years. At this moment, the amount of true Qi in my body is so huge that it is the best in this world, and no one can compare to it."

"But it's still not enough for me to open the Yuxu Bell! Perhaps it would be enough to completely destroy the Jin Kingdom and at most add another Song Dynasty!"

"It seems that taking the path of slaying the dragon is my only way out. If I don't choose this, but instead go to find the North Sea Divine Art, modify it to suit my own use, and graze the world, with the quality of the true qi of an ordinary warrior, I don't know how long I will be busy with the transformation of true qi after purifying it again and again."

"What's more, using people as cattle and sheep to herd the world is not what I want. Although the Tao is achieved, the heart of the Tao is gone. The gain does not make up for the loss!"

(End of this chapter)