Chu Xun did not stand up; he only looked steadily at this Minister of Revenue.
In this world, there are many who seek death because they cannot think things through due to various matters.
Those willing to exchange their own lives for the safety of others are extrely few.
And those like Tang Shijun, holding a high position yet willing to go to their deaths for the world, are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
Chu Xun only felt his throat a bit dry. He slowly stood up and said, "If there were a different Emperor, would you not have to die?"
With his Foundation Establishnt stage cultivation, killing the Emperor might not be unfeasible.
It was just that the Capital City God presided here, and it might be very troubleso afterwards.
Tang Shijun shook his head and said, "When the late Emperor passed away, to fight for the throne, the subordinates were in a chaotic ss. If it happens again, coupled with the current situation, I'm afraid the world will fall into chaos again, with feudal lords rising everywhere."
"Is there no other way?" Chu Xun frowned, "Could you fake your death to escape?"
"He will definitely use all thods to verify the authenticity of the corpse, I can't run away."
"Only death?"
"Only death."
Chu Xun sighed, "You have done so many things, and now if you die, the credit will mostly fall on Huan'er. Don't you feel it's a loss?"
Tang Shijun straightened his body and slightly raised his head.
"The national policy was not proposed by . How could I, Tang Shijun, falsely claim such an unparalleled rit that is enough to leave a na in history."
"Not only must I die, but the guards and death warriors in the residence must also die, so it can be made to look real."
"So, you really ca at the wrong ti."
Although he was old and his hair was white, his eyes were still the sa as when he first ca to Zhangnan County.
Aloof and self-approving, with an unyielding character.
He didn't even care for unparalleled rit.
Yet he was willing to generously go to his death for this world.
Chu Xun thought he understood Tang Shijun fairly well, but now he felt he had never truly understood him.
Such arrogance reaching the clouds, there was only this one person in the world.
Looking at Tang Shijun's tall and straight body, Chu Xun had too many words he wanted to say, but found himself as if possessed by Zhang Sanchun.
After thinking it over and over, he squeezed out two words.
"Admirable."
He didn't try to persuade him anymore, because he knew he couldn't.
Tang Shijun's words carried too much weight. With the entire world and millions of commoners pressing down on them, who could persuade him?
But Chu Xun had no intention of leaving, saying, "You can die, but I cannot leave."
Tang Shijun raised his eyebrows, and heard Chu Xun say again, "I must watch you die openly and uprightly, and be buried intact. I will not allow anyone to insult your corpse."
Tang Shijun raised his eyebrows again, and then suddenly laughed heartily.
He turned and picked up the wine cup and bottle, pouring a cup for himself and Chu Xun each.
Then he threw the wine bottle away, disregarding the sound of the broken porcelain pieces rolling.
Holding the cup with both hands, he laughed out loud.
"A toast to my open and upright death!" Tang Shijun said.
Chu Xun raised his cup in gesture, "A toast to your open and upright burial."
Many years ago, Chu Xun had told Tang Shijun.
Of all the myriad principles in the world, the most important is nothing more than life and death.
Now facing life and death, he could laugh so heartily and fearlessly.
The guards and martial artists outside the door, hearing the sound of the wine bottle breaking, were extrely nervous.
Approaching the door, they heard loud laughter again, and were extrely puzzled for a mont.
What open and upright death?
Chu Xun waved his sleeve, and the room door was pushed open by water vapor.
He reached out his hand forward, "Lord Tang, please."
Tang Shijun didn't say much, stepping forward.
The guard bowed at the door, "Your Excellency..."
Before he could ask, Chu Xun followed closely out.
His white-haired appearance, carrying a bit of an immortal and Daoist flavor, made the guard not know for a mont whether he should lower his head or continue looking up.
Was this that strange person?
What an appearance of an old immortal!
Chu Xun glanced at the assassins in the courtyard who had been bound for a long ti, and finally his gaze fixed on an old man with broad hands covered in calluses.
With a thought, the old man traveled through the dirt and arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.
Chu Xun looked down at him from above and asked, "Do you have a way to kill Lord Tang with one palm strike, but he won't feel pain, and his corpse will remain intact?"
The guards and martial artists next to them felt their scalps tingle upon hearing this. What kind of question was this?
The old martial artist being questioned was also full of astonishnt.
Aren't you here to save people?
But in Chu Xun's eyes, he saw killing intent and impatience. Not daring to think too much, he hurriedly nodded and said, "All my life, I have practiced the Iron Palm skill hard. I can make the internal force penetrate the body, shattering the internal organs, while the exterior shows not the slightest clue."
"Once the heart ridian is broken, vitality will naturally be completely gone, and there won't be any pain."
Before his words fell, the water ropes on his body dissipated, and the dirt beca loose.
Chu Xun nodded, "Since that's the case, you do the killing. Rember, if he bleeds a single drop of blood, you die."
The old martial artist got up from the ground and hurriedly said, "He won't, he won't. The internal force of the Iron Palm skill belongs to fire; the blood will be dried up before it can flow out."
Chu Xun didn't look at him again, only cupping his hands to Tang Shijun and saying, "Have a good journey, I will watch over the matters afterwards."
"Thank you for your trouble." Tang Shijun cupped his hands to him, then took a step forward and stood in front of the old martial artist.
The guards and the two Rank 1 martial artist death warriors watched with their blood running cold.
What exactly were they doing?
It sounded like he was going to his death, but why was he so calm?
Seeing that the old martial artist really raised his hands to gather his qi, the guard directly drew his saber, pulled Tang Shijun back with one hand, pointed the saber tip at Chu Xun, and said sternly, "What exactly have you done to Lord Tang!"
In the jianghu, there were thods like soul-bewitching that would make people do bizarre and unimaginable actions.
Chu Xun remained completely still. Ordinary weapons couldn't harm a Rank 1 martial artist, so naturally, they couldn't harm him either.
Tang Shijun scolded, "Do not be insolent! Step back!"
"Your Excellency!" How could the guard be willing to step back, only thinking Tang Shijun was bewitched.
Even knowing he was not an opponent, he still stood holding his saber.
Even if he died, he would definitely die in front of Tang Shijun.
Chu Xun sighed softly. It would be a pity if such a loyal person died.
Several water ropes wrapped around the guard. No matter how he struggled, it was to no avail.
Tang Shijun looked at the others and asked, "Are you all willing to follow , using death to exchange for the peace of the world?"
The guards and warriors said without hesitation, "Willing to follow Your Excellency to the death!"
Tang Shijun nodded and said, "After I die, all matters must be handled according to the expert's orders, do not disobey!"
Then he looked at the old martial artist and said, "Do it."
The old martial artist was slightly hesitant; this matter was bizarre everywhere.
But he still didn't dare to disobey Chu Xun's words, plus he ca here to kill people anyway.
He imdiately gathered his qi and let out a sound, his right palm striking towards Tang Shijun's left chest.
Seemingly light and airy, but it carried decades of condensed Iron Palm skill.
With one palm strike, Tang Shijun's body trembled slightly.
The strong wind howled in the hall behind him, shattering the chairs, and broken wood chips flew everywhere.
Tang Shijun's eyes rapidly dimd, and his vitality dissipated.
Only his body still stood as straight as when he was alive.
The guard's eye sockets nearly split open, wanting to roar loudly, but his throat was blocked by water vapor.
His face turned completely red from holding it in, but he couldn't shout half a word.
The old martial artist retracted his right palm and said to Chu Xun in a humble and ingratiating manner, "Immortal Elder, I have already shattered his internal organs. Look, not a single drop of blood flowed out."
Chu Xun's eyes were sorrowful, and he didn't look at the old martial artist.
Only streaks of water ropes appeared out of thin air, wrapping around him.
The old martial artist imdiately panicked and shouted, "Immortal Elder, you said if he didn't bleed, you would let go!"
Chu Xun was very certain he had never said this sentence.
Tang Shijun was a close friend, how could he let the person who killed him go.
Streaks of water cones stabbed towards the old martial artist's body, and even drilled in through his shouting mouth.
Martial artists trained their skin and bones, and their bodies were incomparably hard, but if their internal organs were cut into a hundred and eight pieces, they would still die.
The old martial artist's eyes were red, bleeding from his seven orifices, staring fixedly at Chu Xun.
His tongue was also cut to pieces by the water blades, unable to speak, leaving only monstrous hatred in his heart.
"So the Immortal Elder also does not keep his word! Animal!"
Chu Xun ignored him, only looking at the guards and death warriors, saying, "Lord Tang's dying order, for you to fight these assassins and repay the country with your deaths."
After saying this, he released the bindings on the assassins and added, "No one is allowed to leave this courtyard!"
The guards and death warriors were stunned for a mont, and it was unknown who roared out loud, "Kill!"
Charging towards the assassins, the others reacted.
They were heartbroken over Tang Shijun's passing, although they didn't know why Lord Tang wanted to do this.
But they had heard clearly just now. No matter how many doubts they had at this mont, they had to avenge the previous enmity first!
[End of Chapter]
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