Daming: Let you supervise the country according to the order, and you go to cultivate immortals?

Chapter 43 Fighting with the Sky (Please read more!)

The news of His Royal Highness Taisun's formation has already spread to every corner of Taisun's mansion.

So when Zhu Xiongying appeared in Guangting, the corridor bridge outside the Guangting was already full of court ladies and beauties, their eyes were full of admiration for the beauty of His Highness the Grandson.

The flag wind was hunting, and I saw Zhu Xiongying strolling into the big courtyard, holding a three-foot green wood sword, standing alone in the snow, wearing white clothes, like a young fairy.

"The grandson's style is unique through the ages."

Yang Pu in front of the Hall of Eternal Life stroked his beard in admiration.

Yang Shiqi next to him was stunned, and glanced at Yang Pu out of the corner of his eye, thinking when did this guy become so good at flattering, first he secretly learned how to read the formation, now he opened his mouth to admire His Royal Highness Taisun naturally.

Sure enough, everyone will change!

No... I have to strengthen my studies in this area.

Yang Shiqi secretly made up his mind.

At this moment, Zhu Xiongying in the grand formation of the vast court raised the green wooden sword in his hand and danced, every move and every move exuded a fairy air. At this moment, in the eyes of others, Zhu Xiongying was no longer the grandson of Ming Dynasty, but more Like a banished fairy.

"Dare to jump around under Gu's eyes."

In Zhu Xiongying's last move of the sword dance, the sword flew out in an instant, and landed on the third Kun's eye on the left with extremely precise sword control skills.

The two-handed tactic is like a phantom.

"Destroy lightning."

Blow up your son of a bitch.

………………

Qin land, Changye Temple.

In the courtyard of the temple, hundreds of monks sat cross-legged, chanting, and many of them had white lips. After all, after sitting for a long night and a day, they didn’t drink a sip of water for more than ten hours. , is simply inhumane.

There are large incense burners around, and the fireworks are curling up in them.

"Hahaha!"

"Good! Good!"

King Zhu of Qin raised his hand and patted the abbot's bald head, very happy.

Zhu Xi is more than 1.8 meters tall, while this abbot is only less than 1.3 meters tall, which is extremely easy to photograph.

"Scrophulariae, this king has just received a letter from the spies near Zhili. There was a sudden heavy snowfall in Zhili last night, and it has become a snow disaster."

Zhu Xing was naturally happy when he got the news.

He has been planning a great cause of rebellion all along. The snowstorm in Zhili made it difficult for the Jingying army to leave Zhili. Even if they forced it out, it would be difficult to supply food and grass.

Scrophulariaceae, whose bald head was patted by Zhu Xi, was stunned.

Snowstorm?seriously?

Last night, he was discussing Buddhism in depth with An Hua from the nunnery next door, when he suddenly received a royal order from King Qin Zhu Xi, asking him to practice a method to curse the fate of the dynasty.

The Scrophulariaceae monk who received the Wang Order was stupefied, thinking, Monk, I just saw that your Zhu Xi's IQ is not very high, so I made up my identity as the reincarnated disciple of 'Maitreya' to come to you for a meal.

You let me curse the fate of the dynasty, do you really think I am a god?
However, he had to listen to the boss's orders, so Scrophulariae had no choice but to stop discussing Buddhism forcibly, retract the two-inch vanguard, and cast the spell bravely.

However, at this time, when he heard Zhu Xi say that Zhili was really in disaster, Monk Scrophulariae was even more confused.

Do you think I'm so awesome?
Thinking about it again, I didn't seem to have done anything, other than summoning all the monks in the temple to babble here for a day and a night, I just lit a hundred or so sticks of incense, and burned dozens of yellow papers with curses written on them.

"Hehe, everything is within my expectations."

"The old man cast a spell last night, causing frost in the second watch, wind blowing in the third watch, snow falling in the fourth watch, and disaster in the fifth watch."

Scrophulariaceae stroked his beard and smiled, looking like a master.

After hearing this, Zhu Xi was even more happy, feeling that he had really found a treasure, and rubbed his hands affectionately on the bald head of Scrophulariaceae.

Scrophulariaceae looked cheerful on the surface, but MMP in her heart, wondering if she could stop putting her hands on my bald head?

"This king can get the help of Mr. Scrophulariae, so why worry about the big thing failing!"

Perhaps Zhu Xing had rubbed out the mud, so he took his hand back.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was thunder in the sky.

All the monks in the courtyard looked up subconsciously, with doubts on their faces.

How can there be thunder in this clear sky where there is not even a cloud in sight?

"Mr. Scrophulariae, you continue to cast spells, causing the river to break its embankment and change its course, flushing Ying Tian away."

Zhu Yu told his grand plan, but Scrophulariaceae listened to his mouth twitching, thinking that you don't look good, you think beautifully, and the river is rushing to the sky, why don't you say that a few thunderstorms will kill you Dad, your eldest brother, your eldest nephew are all hacked to death.

"I will try my best."

Scrophulariaceae saluted with clasped hands.

Boom!

There was another thunder.

"It's weird, why is there thunder today?"

"Why is it still dark?"

A drop in brightness is felt.

Zhu Xun subconsciously looked up to the sky, and Scrophulariae also looked up to the sky.

The more I look at this, the more it feels wrong.

In the originally clear sky, a black cloud suddenly appeared, and the area covered by the black cloud seemed to be only Changye Temple.

"Is this also a masterpiece of Mister?"

Zhu Xi asked with great interest.

At this time, in Zhu Xi's eyes, this 1.3-meter monk is a living god.

Scrophulariaceae froze for a moment, bit the bullet and nodded awkwardly and smiled.

"Mr. is really a genius!"

Boom!

The sound of thunder sounded again, and within the black cloud, there were thunders of two colors, gold and silver.

Snapped!
A golden thunder fell.

In the middle of the altar where the incense was burned in the middle courtyard, the altar exploded with a 'bang'.

The monks in the yard were all taken aback for a moment, and stood up in horror one by one, looking at each other in blank dismay.

Clap clap clap!

All of a sudden, the thunder in the black cloud seemed to have opened a gate, one thunder after another descended rapidly, or a golden dragon or a silver snake, the whole temple instantly became the scene of an explosion, and big holes were opened in the roof one after another.

The monks panicked, rolled and crawled, and ran around.

Some nuns hiding in some huts also ran out screaming.

"Protect Your Highness!"

The guards of the King of Qin swarmed up one after another, and dragged the bewildered Zhu Xi away. In a short distance of tens of meters from the temple compound to the temple gate, more than 30 of the hundred guards were killed, and the rest Most are also covered in carbon black.

Especially Zhu Xi, a thunder just happened to strike the big tree beside him. Although he didn't hurt his life, it scorched his hair and curly beard, like a blown mane dog.

As for the Scrophulariaceae monk, he was squatting under the table where he practiced the ritual and trembling, with his eyes closed and his palms folded, he was chanting 'Amitabha Buddha'.

In his view, this is God punishing himself.

At this time, the God in his eyes was busy with other things.

Inside Taisun Mansion.

After Zhu Xiongying sensed that the lightning strike was accurate, he ignored it.

At this time, he looked up at the sky, looking at the heavy snow.

It snowed heavily.

It is the people who suffer directly.

If this snowfall lasted for three to five days, the entire Zhili territory would be starved to death, and many families would be ruined.

Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are dogs.

Zhu Xiongying is not a compassionate person, nor does he have the heart of a virtuous king.

In his view, this is only one of his responsibilities.

Since he shoulders the responsibility of the world, he has the duty to protect the people of the world.

It's numerous fun to fight the destiny.

"If you are alone today, you will fight against the sky."

(End of this chapter)