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Capital!

At this time, the sky above the capital was filled with the sound of a thick trombone. The sound was melodious and solemn.

On both sides of the city gate are court officials of the Ming Dynasty, all the East and North Kings were present, and they stood here with Fakong and others, waiting for King Qingyang.

However, King Qingyang was not delayed, and the people who were stopped outside were a little restless and shouted.

The Imperial Guards were working hard to maintain order, but they were pushed and stumbled because there were too many people coming today.

At this time, Fakong's great disciple welcomed the sect and attached himself to Fakong and said, "Master, I just received the news. I'm afraid someone will sue you in front of King Qingyang today."

"Oh? Who?" Fakong said unconsciously.

"It is all people who were driven away by us. These people have no Buddha in their hearts, and they don't know that I am a Buddha and deliberately slander us. Should I take people with me to find these people?" He asked for instructions from the door.

"How do you find so many people? When we finish here, we will find them all and kill them." Fakkong said.

However, at this moment, Yingmen thought about it and said, "I'm afraid that King Qingyang will not die, what if I come back?"

"Nothing in case, the eight cave masters, plus the Seven-Color Venerable is a master of nine legendary realms, Humph, even if Ye Xiuwen is made of iron, it will be broken. And at this time, Ye Xiuwen has not come back yet, Humph!"

Fakong was a little proud of this, but he didn't expect that at this moment, someone shouted loudly: "King Qingyang, it's King Qingyang who is back!"

"The King of Qingyang is back, go and defeat the King of Qingyang!..."

Now that he heard that King Qingyang was back, the people in the capital were excited and pushed down the Imperial Guards that maintained order, and the people rushed over like a tide.

At this moment, the six doors walking in the front line drew their swords one after another, but at this moment, Ye Xiuwen's voice came from the carriage: "Let them come close."

"Yes, Prince."

They retreated one after another with their knives and gave up a clearing in front of the carriage.

Originally, everyone thought that the villagers would rush over, but they didn't want thousands to run to the distance of Ye Xiuwen's carriage 30 meters, and they all knelt on the ground with their knees.

Among them, the young man dressed like a scholar, holding up a piece of white paper with handwriting and shouting: "Zhang Wenyuan, a scholar on Xicheng Xicheng, sued the National Master Fa Kong, forcibly occupying a house, killing 308 innocent villagers, and defrauding 36.4 million yuan of silver. Each piece is too numerous to be written. There are currently 28,421 people from the capital, and 28,421 people jointly named Gao, asking King Qingyang to make the decision for the people of the capital,..."

"This court has the laws of the court. If the national master violates the law, he can sue the court. The prince will rule the six doors and ignore ordinary cases." Yi Jie Dao Shen scolded.

However, at this time, Zhang Wenyuan said in a humble and arrogant manner: "The national teacher controls the government affairs, and those who obey others will prosper and defy others. All officials of the court are afraid of him. Only the prince is the number one hero of the Ming Dynasty. We risk our lives to sue and ask the prince to make the decision for us."

"You unlucky man actually stopped King Qingyang from suing him? He killed you."

Just as Zhang Wenyuan complained, Yingmen took action directly, slashed down in the air with a palm, and wanted to kill Zhang Wenyuan to death.

The palm wind is whistling, those who are just ordinary people, not to mention being hit by the palm power, may not die before the palm power of Yingmen can be reduced.

The Yingmen is at the eighth level of the Lingyuan Realm. It is the ability to move mountains and fill the seas at will.

However, at this moment, a sword energy flew out of the carriage.

The sword energy was as blood as it flashed through the air, like a blood-colored horse. It not only broke the palm power, but also directly penetrated the position of Yingmen's heart.

puff!

The heart of Yingmen was pierced, and a mouthful of blood flew backwards.

Everyone hurriedly avoided the door, flew back a hundred meters, and fell to death at the moment. The people exclaimed, but at this moment, a sneer came from the carriage: "It's too unfair to kill people in front of me."

"Prince! The disciple of Fakong dared to kill people in front of you. You can imagine how domineering he was during your absence..." At this time, it was Zhang Wenyuan who said again.

"I'll take the case, you can step back."

Ye Xiuwen's voice came from the carriage again, but no one was seen. And Zhang Wenyuan just wanted to put the paper in his hand, but he didn't expect that the paper would fly away by himself as if he had spirituality.

Zhang Wenyuan was shocked. He didn't expect that the prince's martial arts were so profound and he kowtowed repeatedly and said, "The prince's martial arts are great, and he will live with the heavens."

"The prince's martial arts are great, and he lives with the heavens!"

Everyone knelt three times and nine times, then knelt aside, making way for Ye Xiuwen's carriage.

The carriage passed by Zhang Wenyuan, and Zhang Wenyuan thought for a while and said, "Prince? We are willing to meet with our emperor to correct the Dharmakong."

"No, this kind of paper is enough. You guys will disperse, there will be news today, listen to it."

The carriage passed slowly and continued to move forward, while a guard with a knife opened the way and dragged the body of the door to the side and discarded it.

Everyone saw it and gave me a thumbs up, secretly praising me: This prince is such a ruthless character. The great apprentice of the dignified national master killed him as soon as he said he could kill him, and he didn't even explain it. He also took the paper and asked him to take it. There was news today, and he was so handsome that he was so handsome.

So even though Ye Xiuwen's carriage and horses passed by, tens of thousands of villagers still knelt on the ground, shouting that the prince was Qiansui, Qiansui, Qiansui, Qiansui.

At the same time, Fakong died but his disciples did not make any statement, and there was no one left, only the Northern King and the Eastern King were welcomed at the city gate, and they also saw the scene just now. Yingmen died, and they died under the sword energy.

Because they were too far away, they actually didn't see anything clearly, but they always felt that if Ye Xiuwen killed someone, Fa Kong would not let it go.

The two of them stopped Ye Xiuwen at the city gate and said, "Prince? The national master is now highly valued by the emperor. Don't be enemies with him head-on. We will mediate in front of the saint, and strive to make this matter small, small matters...."

"I don't think your Zhu family's country is going to be the same as the people can carry boats and overturn them. The people outside this city have already written blood letters."

After Ye Xiuwen said that, a piece of white paper flew out of the curtain of the carriage, and all of them were paper written in blood.

In addition to the blood letter, there are more than 20,000 fingerprints and signatures with the people.

Obviously, if these people don’t ask for an explanation, it will be hard to say.

Because just imagine, even if you dare to write blood books and even national teachers dare to sue them, then what else can these people not dare to do?

And this is exactly what Ye Xiuwen said, people can carry boats or overturn the boats. A flat-headed ordinary person is indeed nothing. But when all the people unite, they can overthrow any court, and this is the profound meaning of these two sentences!...
Chapter completed!