Vol 5 Chapter 43: : Cowardly
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When the meeting of the Palace of Heaven was forcibly ended in a loud noise, the entire conference only spoke a few times, but almost all of the commanded Emperor Jiang slowly stood up, and stepped out of the Palace of Heaven in a state of repression and anger .
His order was unbelievable.
On the spot, he was opposed by several sword-holding families.
But commands are commands.
Dijiang never gave in the slightest.
In the case of Wang Tian's inability, everything in the Beihai Wang Family on the Emperor's Mountain is under his sole authority.
The real order came down, no one could disobey, and no one dares to resist now.
The first wild heavy rain in late summer and early autumn permeated from Qiushui to Shengzhou.
The sky is gloomy and the air is cool.
Dijiang stood in front of the gate of Tianxia Dian, watching the mad Qiuyu beating the simple cornice, and remained silent for a long time.
Bei Haiwang's half-step invincible master Cang Qiong stood outside the Temple of Heaven.
Watching Dijiang come out, facing the countless unknown sight in the world hall, he closed the hall door gently.
"That's all."
Di Jiang murmured to himself.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
The sky frowned and asked.
"This is the best option."
Di Jiang's figure went into the wind and rain. His figure was extremely straight and firm in the rain, but with an overwhelming fatigue.
The sky looked at his back, and watched it quietly for a long time.
Dijiang kept walking along the path, rain and rain on him, and instantly wet his clothes.
Passing by a flower bed, walking through a delicate small lake.
A narrow, straight flagstone road appeared in front of him.
This is a starting point.
The mountains and sea of flowers on the Dibing Mountain are colorful and can be seen from this stone road. The eyes are gray everywhere.
It was an indescribable color that contained countless feelings, with endless desolation, and extended to the highest enemy of Dibingshan.
No flowers here, no green grass.
Only countless rocks piled up the hardest road.
Silent, solemn, solemn.
Almost divine.
Dijiang's footsteps went up the path.
At the end of the path are steps.
The steps are high, and each step needs to be very stable.
The expression of Dijiang is calm, slowly upward, walking in the purest color of this emperor mountain.
In the turmoil of the storm, his quiet silhouette seemed to be completely integrated with this gray.
At the end of the steps is a small space.
In the center of the nearly two hundred square platform stands a huge stone that has been eroded for hundreds of years by years and wind and rain.
Dense names spread on the boulders, with indescribable solemnity and solemnity.
This is the least ornamental place in the entire Emperor Mountain.
This is the most sacred place in the entire Emperor Mountain.
This is also the highest place in the entire Emperor Mountain.
Yan Xiongtai.
Xiong Shi.
Dijiang looked at this stone standing for hundreds of years, and looked at the name on it.
There are many dense names.
But with each name taken, they can find traces of their existence in the family history of the Beihai Wang clan.
Victim, Warrior, Missing ...
Everyone, regardless of the ending.
Their names are carved on this stone, and they all indicate their contribution to the North Sea King.
Dijiang found his ancestors on it.
The surnames of Jiang are neatly arranged.
Directly above the Jiang family, it is a name that shines on the Beihaiwang family tree to this day.
Wang Fuyu.
Tianjiao's brother.
It is also the ancestor of their Jiang family.
Dijiang smiled.
He stared deeply at each name, his laughter trembling visibly.
At this moment his eyes were crazy and solemn, with unparalleled attachment and fiery.
It was like endless pressure on him, and he was lifted up by him with tremendous power.
"Sorry..."
He whispered, looking at Jiang's ancestors, and said softly, "I'm sorry ..."
He said sorry for countless voices.
But only the wind and rain responded to him.
A slight footstep sounded on the steps.
The footsteps were intermittent, hovering in Dijiang's consciousness, sometimes absent, but getting closer and closer to him.
Di Jiang turned his head cautiously, and then stumbled in place.
In sight, a white coat almost floated on the Xiongxiongtai.
The white dress with high temperature evaporated the falling wind and rain.
Fine short hair is clean and tidy.
Her face is still beautiful, but she is very pale.
Her steps were soft and erratic, and she slowly walked towards Yanxiongtai, like a ghost without a bit of anger.
Di Jiang watched her picture quietly, with a complex heart.
Wang Yuetong did not speak.
She stood in front of Wu Xiongshi and looked at the names of people. It took a long time before she whispered: "Brother Jiang, you imprisoned the chiefs of the seven sword-holding families?"
"Yes."
Dijiang whispered softly. He had a clear conscience, so he didn't need to explain anything.
Wang Yuetong looked down quietly.
This is the highest place in Dibing Mountain, and you can naturally see the whole picture of Dibing Mountain.
Through the woods and flowers like the sea, Dibingshan is moving.
Square, every path, mountain top, mountainside, mountain down ...
Everywhere is moving.
Countless people are walking down.
Even the tens of thousands of Northern Navy Regiments stationed at the foot of the mountain are moving.
The internal guards guarding Dibingshan were also moving.
Wang Yuetong watched all this quietly and asked, "Why?"
"The Northern Navy Regiment has two large-scale exercises in Canglan and Floating Islands. Now it is time to count. They should also set off. As for the Internal Forces, they have been too comfortable these years, although the training on weekdays has not Yes, but sufficient combat power does not mean that they have advanced combat consciousness, so I dropped them into Cang Lan and participated in this exercise together. "
Dijiang's voice was calm without the slightest undulation.
Wang Yuetong looked at everything in sight.
A sniper battalion originally attached to the Internal Forces at the mountainside also dispatched all members and began to descend.
And the place closest to the top of the mountain, one by one team also began to leave the Emperor Mountain.
Wang Yuetong's heart was empty: "The army in Tiantian will also leave?"
"Let's go."
Dijiang whispered, "They need them for the exercises."
"What about here?"
Wang Yuetong asked: "He is coming, what power can he stop here?"
"And I."
Di Jiang said: "I will do my best to stop him in front of Gongxiong."
"What if you are not his opponent?"
Wang Yuetong looked into Dijiang's eyes: "The old man has fallen, if you fail ..."
"That was also my failure."
Di Jiang's voice was calm and cruel: "It is only my own failure. It is not the failure of Di Bingshan. All the forces on Di Bingshan are exhausted. In the state of emptiness, he came to Di Bingshan and could only defeat him. I, he can't defeat the emperor mountain, even if he ascended the Xiongxiong platform, it is just a villain who rushed in. This is my mistake, has nothing to do with the emperor mountain, and has nothing to do with the Beihai kings.
Wang Yuetong stood on the spot and looked at the Dijiang River.
She finally understood Dijiang's plan.
He imprisoned the patriarchs of the seven sword-holding families to keep them out of the fight.
He transferred all the forces on the Emperor Mountain to make Emperor Mountain fall into emptiness.
He stayed here alone, waiting for Li Tianlan.
He will do his best to protect everything in the North Sea King.
But he was also ready to bear all the humiliation and failure.
Even here, the failure is only Dijiang.
Dijiang is not named Wang.
Even if it fails, even if it is humiliated, it is Dijiang who encounters it all.
Some people may question whether the transfer of the Tiantian troops and the removal of the internal security forces were to retreat without a fight. They were cowards and cowardly.
But Dijiang also made this decision.
Facing Li Tianlan, who is about to arrive at Dibing Mountain, Dijiang is ready for both hands.
He wins with joy.
He lost, all infamy, all humiliation, all failures, all borne by him.
Wang Yuetong's eyes were a little grim.
"Why do you do this?"
She murmured.
"For the North Sea."
Dijiang's voice remained calm and calm.
He turned to look at the names of the ancestors of the Jiang family, and finally there was a touch of sorrow in his eyes.
"Our ancestor of the Jiang family."
He pointed to the name next to Wang Fuyu at the top: "When Jiang was founded, he was facing the strongest counterattack of the East Island. They wanted to get back half of the land now belonging to the North Sea, and masters came in and out. The ancestors brought Jiang's less than 30 elites to block Qiushui, fighting fiercely one day and one night, beheading and killing nearly 600 masters on the East Island, and died with exhaustion. "
"My grandpa."
"Thirty years ago, when I was young, I went alone to the Star Kingdom and rescued nearly 300 North Sea Kings who were besieged in the Star Kingdom. From Federal City to the seashore, more than 400 kilometers, he restrained the Star. Half of the National People's University in black killed 15 star masters of the Thunder Kingdom alone, and when his body was returned, he could hardly find the complete place. "
He took a deep breath and stared at the name belonging to Jiang's. He was deeply affectionate: "The name carved on the Xiongxiong stone has countless identities, but there is only one identity belonging to Jiang's sacrifice."
"but me..."
He laughed, thinking about everything that is likely to happen, the humiliation he suffered, the insult he suffered, and the failure he greeted: "If I am lucky in the future, when the name is engraved on the Xiongxiong stone, I should be the only coward of the Jiang family. It's the only one on the Xiongxiong stone ... "
"Have you thought about it, what do you do in the future?"
Wang Yuetong looked at him: "After your own, after Beihai Wang's ..."
"I didn't think about it later."
Dijiang calmly said: "But after Beihai Wang's ..."
"If I fail, I will be opposed by many sword-holding families, and even disgusted and spurned by the North Sea people, so I am naturally not worthy of sitting in this position."
He whispered, "So after the North Sea Kings, we have to wait for the holy night to come back."
Wang Yuetong's body shook slightly.
If Dijiang fails.
He preserved the power of the Emperor Bingshan, but bears endless insults.
At that time, Wang Shengxiao returned from Eastern Europe, and he could logically sit in this position, as the heir, in charge of everything in the Beihai Wang family.
Justified.
"Is this what you planned?"
Wang Yuetong looked at him and asked.
Dijiang did not answer this question, but simply said: "This is my own choice."
He looked at the name of Xiong Xiongshi and said softly, "I'm sorry for them, but I won't regret it."
