I rely on the subjugation system to help the villain change his life against the sky

Wu Ting galloped his horse, the valley was quiet, and the sound of horseshoes echoed endlessly.

Behind him, the guards who went to Beijing with him waved their whips and rode their horses in pursuit: "Your Highness, wait for us!"

This year, Wu Ting was 16 years old.

News of his father's death came from Beijing.

Before leaving, the queen mother asked him: "When you see your father, don't cry. He wanted to die on the battlefield in his life. Although he died of illness in the army camp, he died well. It is not a funeral. You should do it for him." Glad. He's glad to see you, and he will be, too."

Wu Ting has very little memory of his father, and this is the first time he left Qiu Li in his memory.

The young man is full of spirits, riding a horse and raising his whip.

It turns out that the sky outside is so high!

On the way, several people took a rest under a huge Tangli tree. White flowers bloomed on the twisted and twisted branches, revealing a few rays of misty sunlight. The petals fell slowly, and one of them happened to fall on Wu Ting's shoulder. Can't help but stare.

The guard handed him a jug of water. At that time, no one was afraid of him, and everyone treated His Highness as if they were their own younger brothers.

"Your Highness, we have gone to the capital, are we going directly to the palace?"

The young man took off the petals and rubbed them in the palm of his hand, "Go to the uncle's house first. Every year, my uncle sends to Qiuli the best pastries and fruits, as well as the sword and crossbow in my room. I want to thank my uncle personally."

The guard said: "My lord is going to ascend the throne next month, I'm afraid he's too busy to see His Royal Highness?"

"Yeah," Wu Ting raised his head and thought for a while, "Uncle is going to be the emperor, and he probably won't have time to talk to me in the future."

The young man's facial features have not yet fully developed, but the outline reveals a full heroic spirit.

When he looked up at the sky like this, it seemed that there was a glorious light in front of him.

Suddenly at this time——

The guard's expression changed.

The rest of the people immediately became alert and immediately protected their little Highness in the middle.

Wu Ting swept around and was about to speak when he heard the leader of the guards say: "Your Highness, don't make a sound."

The next moment, the valley that was originally empty and deserted suddenly became restless, the air was tense in an instant, the glaring sunlight pierced through the heat, and a heat wave faintly appeared in the field of vision—a murderous aura. This was the first time Wu Ting felt the murderous aura.

It was for him.

Liu Ya pierced through the valley and shot the person in front of Wu Ting.

"There is poison on the sword!" The man shouted before dying.

Thick smoke was everywhere, and a large group of people rushed out from behind the rock, came on horseback, and aimed at Wu Ting with their swords and crossbows.

"It's so noisy."

A lazy voice came from nowhere.

Except for Wu Ting, no one noticed the sound, but he looked around, but couldn't find where the sound came from, it was just a hallucination.

The enemy seems to just want a quick battle. After the first wave of random arrows, two groups of people clashed with swords, metal clanging, weapons without eyes, and suddenly blood splattered and sprayed on the Tangli tree, white flowers turned red, overwhelmed and crushed into the mud.

Wu Ting has practiced martial arts since he was a child, but he always practiced with his master, and never practiced real skills.

Seeing that the fight became more and more fierce, the two sides' eyes were almost red with blood and flesh flying, Wu Ting hesitated repeatedly, the sword in his hand was obviously about to slash at the enemy's face, but at the last moment it was replaced by the back of the sword, The person hits several meters away.

The guard looked back during the fight: "Your Highness, kill him! Don't be afraid!"

How could you not be afraid?

Let a person who loves life kill the first person, how can he not be afraid? !

"Your Highness, why don't you kill him?" Suddenly a voice said above his head.

Wu Ting looked up and saw blood raining everywhere, no one had time to talk to him, where did this voice come from? !

"You, like me, don't like to see people fight?" said the voice.

Wu Ting: "Who are you?!"

"Your Highness, look how noisy they are," the voice sounded like a storyteller, "During Mr. Zhao's life, he couldn't bear to see disasters. Now that he has been gone for nearly a thousand years, the world is still sinking into the sea of ​​misery, with no way out. , how pitiful."

"Who are you?!"

"I'm right in front of you, behind you, I'm this sweetgonia tree on top of your head, planted by Mr. Zhao himself in the past, look at me, growing on this lonely mountain, blooming year after year Years, always very lonely."

The surrounding murderous smoke gradually disappeared, and more and more corpses lay on the ground.

Wu Ting was blocked by the guards, and the man held onto his little Highness tightly, "These assassins are from the capital, if I can't kill them, Your Highness must never go in the direction of the capital again!"

"The capital?!" Wu Ting's eyes turned red.

He has been taken away from the capital by his mother since he was a child, and he has only met his father a few times. In these years, except for some melons and fruit snacks brought by messengers from the capital, his life has almost no connection with the capital. Kill him?

"It's the prince!" the guard said while slaying the enemy, "The prince is afraid that His Highness will return to the court to seize the throne, so he lays an ambush and wants to assassinate His Highness!"

"Uncle?!" Wu Ting couldn't believe it.

A long sword pierced through the speaker's chest, and the blood-red sword tip pierced Wu Ting's shoulder through him.

The feeling of the flesh and blood being torn apart by the sharp blade was unreal, but the gushing blood was real. Wu Ting couldn't break free, and only felt the pain of tearing his body and mind.

The assassin wanted to plunge the weapon deeper, but suddenly——

A tree branch fell from the sky and pierced his throat!

He couldn't believe the scene in front of him until he died!

He was killed by a branch!

Witnessing this bloody scene, Wu Ting didn't have time to think about what was going on, picked up the sword he had let go, and was about to rush forward to fight, when suddenly a strange force entangled his waist—it was another tree branch.

Like human hands, the branches gradually climbed up Wu Ting's chest and neck, and finally fell on the blood on the side of his face.

At that moment, Wu Ting seemed to feel that the branches were licking the blood.

"It stinks," the voice said, "It's a miasma of smoke, I'll help your Highness lick it off."

When the gunpowder smoke cleared, Wu Ting was imprisoned among the branches, and there were only corpses left in front of them, with swords stuck in their chests, and Tangli petals flew down, slowly covering them, stained with blood, and covered by the sun. According to the photo, there are ripples of luster.

Two guards stood up from the pool of blood and walked towards him step by step.

Wu Ting was bound by branches, and the wound was still bleeding. He looked at the two people: "Ronglu, Yueqi, tell me, are these people really sent by uncle? Is uncle going to kill me?"

Rong Lu rushed up dragging his scarred body, and chopped at the branches.

I saw Tangli blossoms falling profusely, the whole tree trembled, and the twisted branches seemed to be angered, twitching wildly, and burst out a terrifying laugh: "Hahahahaha, come here, kill me!" ah!!"

"Let go, Your Highness!" Yue Qi plunged his sword into the root of the tree.

"What monster are you?!!"

"Me?" Tang Lishu laughed recklessly, the branches rose, and the two of them were thrown several feet away in an instant, brushing the loess, leaving long bloodstains, "You are so annoying, I don't want to be with you You talk."

"Your Highness," a tree branch stopped in front of Wu Ting's eyes, and lovingly touched the tip of his nose, "Look at me, when Mr. Zhao was in charge of politics under my tree in the past, I was only one foot tall. Now Mr. Zhao Only 900 years have passed, and I have grown up like this, but there is no more Zhao Bo in the world."

Wu Ting has read a lot of books since he was a child, and he has memorized allusions about Zhao Gong's benevolent government.

Zhao Gong was a character during the period when King Wu defeated Zhou. After the establishment of the Western Zhou Dynasty, the land was entrusted to Zhao, and later generations called him Zhao Gong, also known as "Zhao Bo".

When Zhao Bo governed the fiefdom, he practiced benevolent government, judged cases impartially, and did not avoid the powerful. He was deeply supported by the people, because he often listened to the government under a Gantang tree, and occasionally rested under the tree when he was tired. , the people express their thoughts with the Gantang tree.

It is said that the Gantang tree where Zhao Bo listened to politics is still there.

"It's you?!" Wu Ting looked at the huge and lush tree.

"It's me," Tanglishu's laughter seemed to come from the sky, "Mr. Zhao asked me to witness the prosperity of the future for him before he died, but your majesty, look at this world, where is there prosperity?" ? The common people An Yan and Hai Yu that Zhao Gong asked for in the past, I have waited for 900 years but have not received it. Tell me, should all these people who make the world dirty should die? "

The branches binding Wu Ting tightened, and more blood oozed from his wound.

Yue Qi and Rong Lu climbed back again, even if they were seriously injured, they wanted to rescue their highness, "Don't talk nonsense! Monster, let him go!"

"Okay, just let go, let go," Tang Lishu really let go.

With a sudden withdrawal of strength, Wu Ting fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

Yue Qi and Rong Lu immediately rushed up to support him, "Your Highness, are you alright?"

Wu Ting shook his head. In fact, the pain was so painful that he couldn't speak. The enemy's sword should have been poisoned. Apart from the pain of his skin and flesh ripping apart, Wu Ting felt as uncomfortable as being bitten by a poisonous insect, but when he thought of Yue Qi and Rong Lu The injury was worse than him, so he had to grit his teeth and hold on.

At this time, a clear metallic sound fell at Wu Ting's feet.

—is a sword.

Tang Lishu said: "Your Highness, this sword is called Zhao Bo Sword. It was buried with Duke Zhao in the past. You pick it up and kill the two bad guys in front of you. I will cure the poison on you and let you go. ,OK?"

Yue Qi and Rong Lu: "What nonsense are you talking about!!"

Wu Ting kicked the sword aside: "They are not bad people, they are my elder brothers."

The leaves of the whole tree trembled, as if laughing: "It's been 900 years, I just want to sleep well, and when I wake up, someone will clean up this world and reproduce the legacy of Zhaogong, but there are always Bad people come to disturb my sleep. I am tired of watching them. Your Highness, you are a kind person. Like me, you don’t like to see people fight. If you kill them, the world will be clean. .”

Yue Qi and Rong Lu looked at each other, and immediately stabbed the Tangli tree fiercely with their swords, "If you want to die, you, the monster, will die first!"

"It's really annoying." Tang Lishu stretched his waist, the branches flew up, strangled the two of them like poisonous snakes, and threw them out.

Wu Ting took advantage of this moment to pick up the Zhao Bo sword, leaped up between the branches, aimed at the place where the sound came out, and inserted it with all his strength!

Bleeding water came out.

"As expected of my little Highness," Tang Lishu's voice sounded more and more excited, "It hits the vital point at once, what a pity, I am Gan Tang who has been nourished by 900 years of human blood, how can a child like you be able to kill me?" Yes? This time I forgive you, if you are disobedient again, I will punish you."