The Great Emperor of Ying Country coughed a few tis, then looked at He Ruoqinhu over there, gestured for him to approach, and softly said: "Lord Qinhu, you have followed the longest, with rich experience, fiercely brave for the country, but you have too many aristocratic families and factions tied to you."
"I don’t doubt your loyalty to the nation, but while you are devoted to the country, what about those forces and factions entangled with you? They borrow your power to oppress others, causing chaos throughout the world; won’t they tarnish your reputation?"
He Ruoqinhu’s expression changed abruptly, kneeling, he said: "I understand, Your Majesty."
The Great Emperor of Ying Country reached out, grabbing the hands of Yuwen Lie and He Ruoqinhu. His hand still had warmth, pulling the two of them, he said: "You are both the great pillars of Daying. After I am gone, I entrust Daying to you two."
"Yulong is still young, you two must help him."
"That sword of mine, give it to him, let him know, cough cough, cough cough..."
The Great Emperor of Ying Country’s face flushed red, coughing for a while, but his voice was like steel in his mouth: "I never doubted him."
Yuwen Lie said: "Your Majesty, rest first, wait for the dragon body to recover."
The Great Emperor of Ying Country lay there, speaking faintly: "After my death, keep it secret and do not announce the mourning."
Yuwen Lie and He Ruoqinhu’s faces froze with grief.
The Great Emperor of Ying Country calmly said: "When I’m dead, with all of your strength, you are not inferior to the enemy. But as the Grandmaster said, the chanism was set up by the First Divine General Duke Xue five hundred years ago, along with fierce generals like Yue Qianfeng. Although our army is charging in, I fear it will be difficult to gain an advantage."
"This battle, I fear it may still fail to fulfill my wishes."
"However!"
The Great Emperor of Ying Country held tightly the hands of the two Divine Generals, enunciating each word: "Even if I die, you must, eliminate those deep-rooted, those eight hundred-year lingering aristocratic families, all that cough cough cough... those that pose a threat to the era of peace."
"Exhaust them on the battlefield!"
"Do not feel regret, those are things unnecessary for the tis after us!"
Yuwen Lie and He Ruoqinhu felt the sudden grip of the Great Emperor’s hand, that enormous strength was not like a dying old man, they were heartbroken, and said: "Yes, following the Imperial Decree of Your Majesty."
The Great Emperor of Ying Country lost all his strength, lying there, lightly laughing:
"At last, I still die at the limit of my lifespan..."
"Such a pity indeed."
"Jiang Wanxiang, you truly are useless."
He closed his eyes, suddenly hearing the noisy sounds outside, he beca confused, asking what was happening. Qin Yulong ca in and said: "Suddenly there’s a solar eclipse, and the soldiers are all becoming noisy."
The Great Emperor of Ying Country lowered his eyes.
Then Jiang Wanxiang laughed.
"Ah..."
"I heard in ancient tis, when a heroic ruler died, there would be a Heavenly Mandate. Even one born from a side branch of the royal family, soone who initially couldn’t afford to buy a fine steed or armor, has finally co to this point; could it be that even Heaven changes for ?"
He closed his eyes and softly said: "Jiang Su."
The three Divine Generals suddenly felt a pang of sadness in their hearts.
Jiang Wanxiang softly said: "Sing the Chi Lei Song one more ti..."
But at this ti, Jiang Su was still desperately fighting, still battling at Zhenbei Pass for the world. Yuwen Lie gritted his teeth, strode out, looking at the panicked soldiers, he said: "Your Majesty is well!!!"
"Just today, His Majesty suddenly has the interest to hear all of you sing the Chi Lei Song."
The fierce soldiers were confused, but as they looked at each other, they didn’t know who began singing. The sound was not lodious; these n who road the world and fought on battlefields, their throats were coarse and the tune unpleasant.
But one person’s coarseness and being off-tune turn to ten people’s heroism.
The roar of ten thousand troops is the kind of desolate grandeur that can shake Heaven and Earth.
Three hundred years ago, the world was divided into north and south, the South Chen was the cultural capital of the world, the Northern Prefecture resisted the steppe, the songs of the Northern Prefecture being desolate and solemn, and thus the sun darkened completely, with the whole army singing the Chi Lei Song in unison.
"Chi Le River, under Yin Mountain, the sky like a do, covering the fields."
"The sky vast and wild, with the wind blowing, the grass low revealing cattle and sheep."
A gallant song will not be passed down, a tune from the canopy originally natural.
The eternal heroic spirit of Central State, also reaches Yin Mountain Chi Le River.
Jiang Wanxiang tapped his fingers in rhythm, slowly closing his eyes.
The sunset seed to cover him again, he was in a trance for a long ti, feeling the sunlight glaring, yet suddenly a hand patted his shoulder, he was dazed for a mont, sat up suddenly, back to the age of sixteen or seventeen.
As he was puzzled and confused, suddenly he heard a shout.
"Hey, Jiang Wanxiang."
A young girl blinked: "What are you standing there dumbly for?!"
"Today, taking you to buy horses and armor, weren’t you talking about the world?!"
"What, don’t you want it now?"
"You said, cough cough, a man of valor, weapon in hand, riding a warhorse, sweeping the world, to pacify these two hundred years of chaos, to let the world be at peace!"
"Big words, no sha."
The young man was stunned, not knowing why, tears streaming down his face.
Looking at the distant figure of his friend Gao Xiang, and the distant figure of the girl, he grinned, took steps to follow, and said: "Coming!"
Jiang Wanxiang tapped his fingers in rhythm.
Heavily dropped down.
Never to lift again.
...
And on that day, the Ancient Red Dragon was humming, already carrying the green-robed swordsman, the Ancient Red Dragon, such an old creature, had road this Great Emperor’s realm for thousands of years, but had never seen a person like this green-robed swordsman.
"With one sword breaking the Qi Fortune, looking three thousand years forward, and three thousand years back, there will never be another person like you."
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