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Chapter 234 : The Right of Interpretation Belongs to the Speaker
"Ming Chen?!"
A cry of surprise suddenly came from the street, attracting the gazes of passersby.
A handsome young master faced off against an old man with a full head of silver hair.
"Lord Dong, long time no see. I trust you've been well!"
As expected of a top player from the Netherworld, this magical technique was truly mysterious.
Е̇.nu m̃ а .іď
After Mo Xile retreated.
Everything returned to reality.
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Ming Chen cupped his hands with a smile at the somewhat disheveled old man.
The last time Ming Chen had seen him, it seemed to be in the imperial court, during a time of sharp confrontation.
At that time, this old man was full of vigor and high spirits.
But he was not like he was now, with graying hair and beard, old and decrepit, with three bloody scratches on his face. He didn't look like a king, but more like a dejected old man.
Ẃè b ń о v̈ е l̃ Е nům̊а̀
The dragon robe on his body had long been stripped off, leaving only a white inner garment. There was also a fishy and foul smell on his body.
Dong Zhenghong.
It could be said that this was the most talked-about name in the entire eastern Qian-Yuan in the past year.
The former Grand Secretary of the cabinet, a minister of high position and great power.
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To leading troops into the imperial palace, supporting a mediocre ruler to ascend the throne, and becoming a treacherous minister who held the emperor hostage to command the world.
Then to three refusals and three concessions, the fall of a nation and a change of surname, stealing the world, and ascending to the supreme position.
Еn um̃а̌. і̆ d̀
Step by step, with careful planning and deep scheming, he had obtained that highest position.
And now, it was all a big dream, all empty.
Whether this person was loyal or treacherous, good or bad, was not to be discussed for the time being.
But just by the fact that he could sit in a high position in the court where you fought for me and I fought for you, and even see the situation clearly, seize the opportunity, and steal a country... this all required courage and means.
He was indeed a character. It wasn't something you could do just because you were capable.
But in the end... he was just a victim of history.
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"Ming Chen... this..."
How could he have run into Ming Chen?
Dong Zhenghong was also a little dumbfounded at this moment.
Ming Chen had killed his son, a feud that could not be shared under the same sky.
But, now obviously hatred was not the most important thing.
After all, even if his son had lived until now, he would not have escaped the fate of death.
Ë n̈ um̈_а́_
He unconsciously touched his neck.
The Blood-Clothed Army had broken into Yueyang City, and everything was over.
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Fear, tension, fright, despair... all kinds of emotions were intertwined in his heart. He could no longer control his spirit.
A three-foot white silk was hung in the main hall, ending this life.
He should have returned to the Netherworld, but he was in a daze.
When he woke up again, before him was this young man who he could never grasp or see through.
E ṅü m ä . і̌_d
Was this the Netherworld?
Was Ming Chen also dead?
"Lord Dong, you're not dead, and I'm not dead either!"
Ming Chen had no plot of respecting the old and loving the young. Looking at the confused old man, he seemed to be able to guess what he was thinking.
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"Isn't this place familiar?"
His mouth was also very mean, picking on their past grudges, "Also... maybe you've never left the capital! Your son walked through here back then. This should be Qian-Yuan's Jiayue Pass!"
É nú m а̇.і̇d
"Not dead..."
Dong Zhenghong stood there in a daze.
When a person loses everything, they will either have a mental breakdown or have an epiphany.
The higher the position, the more one has, the more so.
Ming Chen looked at this old man with great interest and told him the current situation, "Your Chen country has already fallen, and the land here has all been returned to the Jinglan Alliance."
"Fallen... fallen..."
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"Hehehe... hahahaha..."
Now, Dong Zhenghong was no different from an ordinary old man.
Suddenly, the old man laughed. His voice started weak, but gradually became more and more frantic, more and more ferocious, and more and more sharp.
His whole person was like a madman.
And in the midst of his madness, he then returned to calm. His cloudy old eyes quietly looked at Ming Chen, "Ming Chen, how do you want to deal with this old man?"
The old man had died once.
Еn.um a
He had wasted his life, and now, he had nothing.
Gold, silver, and treasures, imperial power and status, family and descendants... all were destroyed in one day.
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Dead or alive, it no longer had any meaning to him.
His body was old and decrepit, and he could no longer muster the courage to make a comeback.
Now that he had fallen into Ming Chen's hands, he could accept whatever the other party did to him.
Ming Chen shrugged, "Lord Dong is of high position and great power. Chen is just a yellow-mouthed child. I'm not qualified to deal with you~"
W̄е b n̆ ǒ v́ еl E̊ n̈û m а
In the end, for Ming Chen personally.
Dong Zhenghong and he actually had no direct hatred.
He belonged to the side that had benefited.
He had killed his son, and had also indirectly destroyed a country. With the help of Dong Zhenghong and Wang Huai, he had completely cut off the corruption of the old dynasty.
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From beginning to end, Dong Zhenghong had not harmed Ming Chen in any way.
The only thing that was a little unpleasant was probably that this old man had promoted Xiao Zhengyang's death.
Ẅеb̀ǹ о v̊_e l̊ Ѐ n úmа̊
Ming Chen and Xiao Zhengyang had a good relationship, and could be considered bosom friends.
But that sick crown prince had a low will to live in the first place, and was on the borderline between life and death. Even if Dong Zhenghong didn't make a move, he wouldn't have lived long.
Ming Chen was prepared to let Fuyao send this old man to Xiao Xinyue in a while.
After all, this guy had usurped the Xiao family's country. It had some strategic significance on a national level. Xiao Xinyue had also established her country under the banner of Dong the Traitor's usurpation.
There was a beginning and an end to things. How to deal with it was up to Xiao Xinyue to decide.
Dong Zhenghong: ...
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As expected, he couldn't get along with this young man.
His mouth was too poisonous.
Everything returned to calm, and he had nothing to be angry about.
He let out a light breath and asked Ming Chen, "Ming Chen, can you let this old man be a ghost who understands? Can you tell this old man what you have done?"
From beginning to end, he had never seen through this young man.
The other party had killed his son, but there were no flaws, leaving him with no way to start.
W̊ е̃bǹо̊ ve̊l̃ Enǔ m̈ а̀
When he rose to power, the other party left lightly, avoiding his edge.
In just one year, the new Qian-Yuan had risen from the ground, and the Blood-Clothed Army was coming fiercely and was unstoppable.
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On the surface, his enemies were Xiao Xinyue and Wang Huai, these two ambitious and universe-swallowing heroes.
But in fact, he had a feeling that someone was manipulating all of this.
Now, between life and death, he saw Ming Chen again.
It was not this person he had seen in Jiqu, but in this northern border pass.
Ѐǹ u ma
This meant that during the Yueyang City war, Ming Chen was most likely observing the battlefield.
This person was a monster.
New Qian-Yuan, Blood-Clothed Army, Jinglan Alliance...
Xiao Xinyue, Wang Huai, Tong Wuchang, Ling Yu...
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These people, these things, all kinds of memories swirled and intertwined in his mind.
He felt that the person in front of him was not as simple as a dandy young man. He had underestimated this person.
Е nů m a. і̇ d̂
Dong Zhenghong had lost and had withdrawn from the stage, but he also wanted to be a ghost who understood.
"It's just the general trend!"
"Lord Dong, Chen has nothing to say."
"Whether you are a ghost who understands or a muddle-headed ghost has nothing to do with me!"
Ming Chen had no interest in showing off in front of the old man. He hadn't actually done much.
It was just following the general trend.
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"You brat..."
Dong Zhenghong was stunned, but couldn't help but sigh.
Ming Chen was not prepared to talk much with the old man.
In the end, the old man had done his best, but was just a victim of the torrent of the times.
The little bird and Ming Chen were of one mind. Immediately, her figure transformed and expanded several times. She grabbed Dong Zhenghong and flew towards the sky with a flap of her wings.
"Lord Dong, you must take care of your body!"
Ӗ ń u m а.і̇ d̈_
Fuyao could not carry anyone other than Ming Chen.
The old man's treatment was the same as the young general's before. He was just grabbed by the claws and flew into the sky.
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The cold wind was biting all the way.
If the old man died accidentally, Ming Chen could not be blamed.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
In the vast northern border pass, a strong wind suddenly rose.
Е̃n um̃_a
Sand and dust filled the sky, and flying sand and stones swirled, blinding the eyes.
The soldiers on the pass wall waved their arms randomly to cover their eyes.
In the haze, they seemed to see a handsome and beautiful figure flash by.
When the sandstorm subsided and the world returned to clarity.
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"Ah?! Where's the cannon?!"
"My gun..."
E n_um̃а
"This, this... what's going on?!"
"Form up!!!"
"Check for me! Check for me! What's going on?!"
...
Cries of surprise suddenly rose. Several soldiers widened their eyes, their faces full of horror.
Just a gust of wind passed, and in full view of everyone, a cannon and a few guns had disappeared so inexplicably?
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In the chaos, no one could see the sky above the clouds.
A magnificent phoenix grabbed an old man with a red face and sped towards the west.
Now that he was going back, he might as well do what Ming Chen had just instructed.
Stealing something was easy for the little bird.
...
"What else?"
Е̃ǹum̀а . іḋ
"Master, tell Zhen more!"
In Jiqu, the big monk looked at the noble emperor who was full of interest, and was speechless for a moment.
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During this period of time, he had walked from Yueyang to Jiqu, as if in a new world.
The country was stable, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment.
Compared to the war-torn east, it was like a fairyland.
Although this emperor was a woman, she was indeed a wise ruler. The laws were strict, and rewards and punishments were appropriate.
Е ń ũ m̊ а̄
She had the majesty of a monarch, but was not arrogant.
The person Ming Chen had taken a fancy to was indeed extraordinary.
It already met the monk's standards. If there were no accidents, he would be prepared to stay here and help Ming Chen and this empress.
But there was one thing, was she a little too concerned about Ming Chen?
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There were so many civil and military officials in the court! Did she really only dote on this one person?
Now, he finally understood the significance of Ming Chen to this new dynasty and the empress.
Е n ů m а̇
These few days, she had summoned him several times.
The things she asked were trivial, including the situation in the east, his abilities, and his views on the new dynasty.
But the most important thing was still related to Ming Chen.
What he had done on this trip, where he had gone...
The monk put his hands together. Just as he was about to say something.
But he seemed to have sensed something. He felt a strong wind howling outside the door, and there was a sound of chaos.
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"Your Majesty, someone is here."
His eyes flickered, and he said to Xiao Xinyue.
The two of them went out the door, and several guards with swords were on alert.
A red bird fell from the top of the sky, dropped a person, and there was also a cannon and a few firearms in the howling wind.
"Fuyao?"
Xiao Xinyue naturally recognized Fuyao.
È n um а
'Dongfeng Express, mission must be delivered!'
The bird's figure transformed into a petite appearance. Its small eyes were full of elven cunning. It waved its wings at the two of them humanly, and then shot up into the sky.
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If she went back now, she could still catch up with the young master's evening dip!
A group of people were left on the spot, looking at the extra things in bewilderment.
"It's fine, you can go down!"
Obviously, this was sent by Ming Chen.
W ēb̌ n̄ о v̀ е l̂ Е̄n ŭ m̀ ȧ
This unlucky person didn't send a family letter, but sent these messy things.
Xiao Xinyue waved her hand and motioned for the guards to go down.
She naturally knew about the things Ming Chen had made in the military equipment bureau. The things sent now were obviously from the Jinglan Alliance.
But when she saw the unconscious old man lying on the ground, she widened her eyes, "Dong... Dong the Traitor?!"
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The Chen country was destroyed. Wasn't this old man dead?
Where did Ming Chen get this person?
E̊ n um̈ а
The monk didn't know that this was the traitor who had usurped the throne. He just had a golden light in his hand and gently pressed it on the old man's body.
Warm energy soaked into the frozen body.
After a while, the old man suddenly widened his eyes. His face was like a frosted eggplant, and he was trembling all over.
He had never been in so much pain when he had hanged himself.
Lord Dong had been served. He had hovered at the gate of hell.
He had gone in and come out, and had come out and gone in... playing with ghosts and gods, it was only him.
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"Xiao Xinyue..."
When he opened his eyes again, he saw this noble woman.
He couldn't help but be in a daze for a moment.
First it was Ming Chen, then it was Xiao Xinyue...
The old man had the feeling of being paraded naked on the street. He had had it in this life.
...
Еn u mä
"Why did Long Lian transform into a human at this time?"
Fuyao left, and after a short period of chaos, everything returned to calm.
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Ming Chen looked at the beautiful woman with a cold temperament beside him and couldn't help but ask with a smile.
Except for the dipping time, Fuyao didn't like to transform.
She preferred to stand on Ming Chen's shoulder in the form of a small bird. Even when fighting an enemy, she didn't change into a human.
But Long Lian was obviously different. Just now, when facing Mo Xile, she had directly transformed into a human, holding the withered leaf sword given by the old tree. She looked quite like the cold fairy in the novels.
W е bńо̊ v̇ е̌ l Е num̌а
Being asked by Ming Chen, Long Lian was stunned. She couldn't help but tug at the corner of her green clothes and said hesitantly, "Er... Young master, I just feel that this is more proper. Why... don't I look good?"
Ming Chen couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this, "Hahaha... you look good, you look good!"
"Don't you see that all these people passing by are looking at us?"
"Isn't it because our Long Lian is too beautiful?"
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Ming Chen, Long Lian, and Xuedie were walking on the road, walking a little white dog, like a family of three taking a walk.
In this desolate place, it was undoubtedly like a flower blooming in the desert, particularly eye-catching.
We b̀ňō v̆е l̈ E̊n̂ ũm a
"..."
The otaku Long Lian was more or less a little socially awkward.
Hearing Ming Chen praise her like this, her ears couldn't help but turn red, and she was a little embarrassed.
She hurriedly changed the subject, "Young master, who was that person just now?"
The strange person just now had later turned into this old man, Dong Zhenghong.
Although it was just one person's body, it was obviously two people.
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Dong Zhenghong was not worth mentioning, but the strange person just now was very noticeable.
His temperament was ethereal and unpredictable, as if he had experienced endless years, giving people great pressure.
Except for the old tree in Ming Chen's house, Long Lian had never met such an existence.
Just now, when she had transformed into a human and was guarding beside Ming Chen, she had already been prepared to use her trump card to fight the other party to the death and escort Ming Chen to escape.
However, the other party did not seem to be an enemy.
He sat opposite Ming Chen, said those inexplicable words, and then left.
Е n̊ ùm̃а . і̂ d̄
She was a little curious.
"The answer is on the surface."
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"He said he was a traveler from the north. It is said that if you cross the Wanzhong Mountain in Northern Lie and reach the extreme north, you can cross the gap between life and death and enter the vast and boundless world of the Netherworld after death, where you can see the boundless sea of blood churning in the world. Where do you think he is from?"
Ming Chen shook the full wine gourd in his hand, sighed in his heart, and then said to Long Lian, "Weren't we just outside Yueyang City, meddling in their business?"
Human affairs, human wars, should be solved in a human way.
The Blood-Clothed Army won, and Wang Huai entered the capital. Then this matter was over.
Е nu ḿã . îď
But in the middle, ghosts, gods, immortals, and demons were involved. Ming Chen had entered the scene with strange means, so it was natural that the other party's project leader would also meet with him.
Maybe it was a fight, maybe it was a chat like just now.
Ming Chen guessed that the latter was more likely, and the result was also within expectations.
Now there was no army, and he was separated from the energy center.
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All the way, Ming Chen had been waiting for the other party to appear. Now that he was about to leave the territory of Qian-Yuan, the other party had finally appeared.
This Mo Xile was obviously a person from the Netherworld. He was most likely the owner of the hand that had finished the job that day. His rank in the Netherworld was not low. He was either one of the Nine Regents or a top-level powerful person under the Nine Regents.
Ẁẽbn̊ o v е l Ӗ n u m̊а̇
Mo Xile, Mo Wei Fou, no joy is anger, no happiness is hatred.
Those ten great ghost gods belonged to the legendary Supreme Blood Sea Anger and Hatred Great Emperor of the Netherworld.
"Did he come to demonstrate his power and warn us?"
After all, they had made a move in Yueyang City before. Ming Chen was not on the side of the ghosts and gods.
"No!"
"On the contrary."
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Ming Chen shook his head and said, "Didn't he say it all? He formed a bond with me and drank fated wine."
"The martial world is not about fighting and killing."
If you can be a friend, if you can be used by me, then don't be an enemy.
The higher the energy, the higher the position, the more likely they are not to burn all their bridges.
Gods, the court... are actually about the same.
The power system of this world was not clearly divided. One's own combat power was only the least important aspect. The competition was more about strange magic treasures and divine abilities.
Wĕ b̊n о̂v ѐl̆ Еnũm̆ а́
Ming Chen didn't know how much the other party knew about his background. Even Ming Chen didn't know what his current status was.
He could borrow the law, fight with immortals, and had the means to kill immortals. He also had an old tree with an unknown background behind him...
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But he knew that Mo Xile knew at least one thing, that was when Ming Chen had gone south, he had once seen the supreme being of the Netherworld, that Supreme Venerable of Obscure Nether and Wondrous Law.
The supreme and only ruler of the Netherworld.
Having seen the top boss was enough to raise Ming Chen's status.
When one person achieves the Dao, his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.
Е̄ nŭṁ а́
Even if Ming Chen was really a chicken or a dog, he should be treated well.
The rat who stole lamp oil beside the Buddha could not be dealt with by ordinary people, and could only be handed over to the Buddha to decide.
Unless it was an ant that could be crushed without any pressure, these top existences would not make a move.
At most, they would send some unimportant chess pieces and gloves to test the waters.
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Chess pieces and gloves could be easily discarded. Whether they lived or died would not affect their foundation.
If they were to make a move personally, it would definitely be sacred and magnificent. They would definitely win, and they would be completely justified, without any burden or consequences.
W еḃ n̂ о́v̊ е l̆ Е̌ n̄ũ_m̃ ӑ
Otherwise, a slight mistake would be a huge blow to the power system they had built.
The old thing at home had also said that gods would only make a move when they were sure of victory.
For example, outside Yueyang City, he had slapped Wang Huai's personal guards to death because the other party was an ant, had no power to resist, and would not cause any consequences.
He had slapped the monk into the ground because he had broken the rules.
The voice transmission had made it clear, and the move was also grand and just, and irresistible.
Now, although Ming Chen was unclear, he had some trump cards and had even seen the supreme being...
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In essence, the great flood had washed away the Dragon King's temple. Everyone was a family.
Whether to form a bond or to become enemies, it was naturally not difficult to choose.
Similarly,
There was no enmity in the first place. Ming Chen would not be reckless and directly tear his face with the other party. He would go with the flow. No matter what was in the cup, it would become 'fated wine'.
"He drank with me, and the story he told was the purpose of his coming. He took a detour and explained everything clearly."
"The generals, emperors, envoys, and even the soldiers in it can all find the people they refer to."
Еń u m̌ а̇
When everyone did things, they couldn't say things too clearly. If they said things too clearly, they would lose face and have no room for explanation and maneuvering.
A story is just a story. If you think it has a reference, then it has a reference.
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He said it was just a story, then it was just a story.
It could be true or false, it could be there or not. The right of interpretation belonged to the speaker, and would not leave any handle.
The other party didn't even come to meet Ming Chen in person, but just borrowed Old Dong's shell so as not to leave evidence for himself.
This matter was over after it was over.
W̄ е b́ n̈ о̌v ёl Е̃ nu mа̇
Only the two of them knew that this was an opportunity to form a bond.
To the outside world, it was just a traveler drinking with Ming Chen, and it meant nothing.
Ming Chen pointed at himself, "I am the envoy."
"He is the general."
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"That supreme being of the Netherworld is the emperor. As for the soldiers... they should all be those ghosts and gods."
"The general in the legend was ordered to go on an expedition. Then what he meant to explain to me was that he was also going through the formal procedures and had been approved by the supreme being. Everything he did was in accordance with the rules."
Ẁ е̌_b̄nо̀vё l. Е ṅ ūm̀ а̇
"The conflict with me was just that his subordinate was ignorant and didn't know me, and didn't know what official business I was doing. It had nothing to do with him. But he met with me on behalf of his subordinate, drank this cup of wine, and resolved the conflict, hoping to save his subordinate's life."
"After a while, we also formed a bond, and we can still talk in the future."
Long Lian: ...
The otaku dragon who had been living in the river for a thousand years had never heard of this. The small fights and schemes between the fishermen she had heard were already the limit.
What Ming Chen said only made her confused and she didn't know what it meant.
She only knew one thing, that was once Ming Chen was in danger, she would fight bravely.
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The child beside her had empty eyes and looked dazed.
She held Ming Chen's hand and didn't say much, but seemed to be listening with great interest.
"Sometimes, when a subordinate causes trouble, it's not necessarily a bad thing."
Ming Chen looked at the sky, smiled lightly, and sighed, "Long Lian, guess, in the story Mo Xile told, did that little soldier know the identity of the envoy before he caused trouble? Or, did the general know the identity of the envoy before that incident?"
"A small conflict created a reason for a meeting."
"Fate, fate, fate needs to be created."
Е ṅ ũ m_а̄
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