Chapter 707 Mingzhi
"Master, Nanchuan has sent another greeting card."
At the towering mountain gate, an old man sat on a cushion to practice meditation. He looked kind and kind, with a head of white hair down to his waist, tied up with a straw rope.
"Master, are we still not going to accept it?" The childish voice was right in front of him, with a somewhat restrained senior brother beside him.
"No." The old man did not open his eyes, but just shook his head.
"That Ye King is coming with great momentum, slaughtering people all the way from the South. Today, he just wanted to send a hero card to the South to establish a real Southland Alliance. All parties are worried about the alliance and don't know what to do."
The senior brother seemed to know a lot about the world's major events, and his expression seemed a little hesitant.
"Nanchuan led a million soldiers and six king-level soldiers to come aggressively. We are so ruthless. I am afraid that he will come to our gate one day and break through directly." "Humph." Hearing this, the old man snorted in dissatisfaction: "When Zhaoyang Pass was in trouble that day, none of my 50,000 disciples from Jian Pavilion rushed to help. I only respect him as the last defender of the human race." "Now, only a year has passed, and he is going to suppress my mountain gate with a million people. Is the young hero who fought against the rebels alone at Zhaoyang Pass now going to become one of the turbid currents in this chaotic world?" "Maybe he has the heart of a hero. The times make heroes. Now..." The senior brother's voice was a little lower, and he didn't finish, but the meaning of his words was obvious. "Master, do you hate King Ye very much?" The kid next to him suddenly spoke, and his childish voice was a bit ignorant. "Not bad." Hearing the voice of the baby, the old man opened his eyes, "I feel that he has let down the people's hopes for him."
"Do you still remember the first lesson that Master taught you?"
"I remember." The baby said in a baby voice, stretched out his finger and gestured: "We, Jiange, must take protecting the people of the world as our responsibility."
"Yes, protect the people of the world." The old man nodded and patted the baby's head: "Lingzhi, you must remember this sentence, Jiange was born to protect the people of the world."
"Now King Ye is tyrannical and fierce, arrogant and arrogant, and is killing people in the entire south. Jiange will never sit idly by. At least, he must be blocked to the east of Jiange."
"But Master ..." On the side, Wawa's senior brother couldn't help but speak: "The world will eventually be divided after a long period of unity, and now the human race is divided by heroes. "
"We will pay a heavy price to stop King Ye. Even if we stop this King Ye, there will be a new King Ye. Many disciples of Jianmen have died in the troubled times. In the long run, even if we have accumulated a lot, I am afraid we will not be able to continue."
"Let's talk about it when we can't continue." The master didn't listen, stood up, and looked at the empty wall behind him: "The Shadow Sword Saint once left a sentence for the Sword Pavilion, and this sentence has always been the Bible in my heart."
As he said, the master drew his sword, and the sharp sword light swept across the wall. In the end, only a few short words were left.
"Those who use swords are fearless."
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"In front is Mingtao City, which originally belonged to Ningjiang Province and is now in Zhu Wen's hands."
The army advanced, looking at the city that appeared in front of it, and Sansheng introduced it slowly.
"Is it finally the last stop?" Ye Fan narrowed his eyes as he looked at the city in the distance: "It's been a month, and I don't know what he thinks."
"Kill directly? Or go to the city first?" Simba came behind Ye Fan with a giant axe and asked in a low voice.
"Don't worry, this is the talent that King Ye needs." Suan Sansheng shook his head, glanced at Simba who was covered in blood, and said: "Simba, you should take a bath."
"Yes." The military advisor spoke, Simba responded, and Jing Ling and others who had reunited around him had some other emotions in their eyes.
The journey of the South Country was cruel. Except for the city-states that surrendered at the beginning, the remaining power leaders were unexpectedly strong-willed. Most of them swore to die and refused to obey. Only a few were won over by Ye Fan.
Such a journey was beyond Ye Fan's expectations, but there were also some unexpected effects. After the invitation to establish an alliance was sent out, many power leaders responded. Although they were not big, they were effective after all.
"Zhu Wen seems to be a very good person." Wang Lingxi, who was in charge of intelligence collection, looked at the city in the distance and said, "I have retrieved some intelligence from other city-states in the South. During Zhu Wen's tenure, Mingtao City was the most prosperous period and the period with the least disputes." "He rose from humble beginnings. After taking office, he took good care of the people, reduced taxes, improved citizen treatment, developed trade... and made many efforts to improve people's livelihood." "He is a good official." Jing Ling nodded in praise, but also a little puzzled: "But in troubled times, good officials often do not die well. How did he become one of the leaders of the forces?" "By the people." Wang Lingxi flipped through the intelligence sheet in his hand: "His term of office has ended for several years. When the troubled times came, it was the people who re-elected him to lead the overall situation, organized to overthrow the then city lord, and let him take the seat." "Is there such a thing?" This surprised everyone. "It sounds like he is indeed a good official." Suan Sansheng nodded, looked at Ye Fan, and asked slightly: "Such a person may not pose any threat to us." "If he can join us, it would be even better." Ye Fan replied, patting his mount. The army continued to advance, and soon, everyone in front of Mingtao City was stunned. The city gate was wide open, and there was no trace of anyone on the city wall or in the city.
"What's going on?" This scene made Suan Sansheng frown: "Empty City Strategy?"
"With the power of Mingtao City, even if it is an empty city strategy, it may be useless." Ye Fan shook his head, looked at the wide-open city gate, got off his horse, and walked away.
Everyone got off their horses and followed, all the way to the city gate, and saw the desolation in the city.
"No one." Ye Fan frowned, and suddenly, footsteps sounded.
Zhu Wen, dressed in cloth, walked into everyone's sight at this time.
He obviously hadn't slept well for several nights, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were a little swollen, and he looked very haggard.
This scene, together with the well-equipped and imposing Nanchuan senior officials, seemed to form a picture scroll.
"There is another person." Everyone looked at each other, and Zhu Wen spoke, his slightly hoarse voice was firm.
Looking at Zhu Wen, Ye Fan seemed to have gotten the answer: "Where are the people in your city?"
"I have already dismissed them in advance, distributed the city's treasury silver, and let them flee."
Zhu Wen answered, looking at Ye Fan, without much fear: "I refused King Ye's recruitment, Mingtao City will suffer because of me."
"The people are innocent and should not be implicated by my choice."
"I didn't massacre the city, wherever I went, I just crushed those who wanted to resist." Ye Fan replied, looking at Zhu Wen like this, sighed: "I am not bad to the people, you can go to Nanchuan to see."
"The words of the tyrant are not credible." Zhu Wen shook his head: "What I can see is that wherever King Ye goes, people suffer."
"The South Country is nothing but an ant to King Ye. I don't believe he can have much mercy on the people if he wants to crush even ants."
"When troubled times come, war is inevitable." A commander stood up beside Ye Fan, "The conquest of Nanchuan is not for slaughter, but to end this troubled times."
"How can it end? Nanchuan is one of the biggest chaos of the human race now." At this point, Zhu Wen was a little indignant. He looked at Ye Fan and asked with a questioning tone: "King Ye was once a hero who fought to protect the human race and Kyoto. Now, why has he become such a tyrant?"
Hearing this, Ye Fan was a little silent. Even though he was always firm in himself, he couldn't help but be a little shocked when facing such a question.
"I won't kill you." After a long time, Ye Fan spoke again: "I will let you see that Nanchuan can do more than just killing."
"Since I will stay, I have never thought about living again." Zhu Wen replied, shaking his head: "I stayed just to tell King Ye that not everyone will succumb to your brutality."
The next moment, he turned his wrist, and a dagger appeared in his hand. Looking at the many Nanchuan high-level officials in front of him, and then looking at the terrifying million-strong army in the distance, he laughed.
"To die to show one's will, a real man is also."












