Myriad Paths

On the other side of this little world, the capital of this world.

It was already dark, but I saw the palace.

The vermilion roof became even redder under the last ray of sunset, as if there were real flames burning, and like dazzling blood rushing down.

The palace is extremely prosperous in terms of civil engineering, gold and green, purple-leafed yellow pavilions, jade inlays and carved railings, and red and green walls.

But, it was cold.

The heat of the day faded quickly, and the chilly night wind became stronger and stronger, making people's hands and feet stiff.

The palace servants running around were very cautious, there were many people, but everyone was cautious and in a hurry, rushing to do what the master told them, and they didn't dare to say a word other than that.

Cold, reserved, and painfully suffocating, this is the atmosphere of this palace.

The tall and burly guards were patrolling everywhere, and under their surveillance, everyone in the palace remained silent.

However, in the secret place, two palace men carrying hot water were whispering below.

"Have you heard? General Yang is dead."

"Ah? What's going on? Didn't he just pacify the northern barbarian army and return with a great victory? How could he die?"

"It seems that he was given death by His Majesty and committed suicide in the palace."

"Ah? Suicide? What did he do wrong? And I remember that the general and Nabalahan fought fiercely for three hours. Aren't both hands useless? How to commit suicide?"

"I heard that His Majesty ordered him to kill himself by hitting a pillar with a sword in his mouth."

After the two palace men finished speaking, they fell silent, and then walked quietly in the brightly lit palace.

However, before he had taken two steps, he saw a tall guard walking in front of him. He came up and kicked the palace man over.

The kick was so heavy that the palace man who was kicked vomited a mouthful of blood and passed out without even making a sound.

"Jun, Lord Jun, what do you mean?" The remaining palace man was so frightened that he fell to the ground, shaking like chaff.

"What do you mean? It is a death penalty to speak ill of His Majesty." The guard said expressionlessly, then he pulled out his sword and killed the two of them.

Then, he winked, and someone quickly came over to carry the body.

This scene seemed to have happened many times, so the other palace people around just buried their heads lower, and other than that, they were still doing their own things honestly.

However, the atmosphere in the entire palace became even more depressed.

But among the countless palace people, one of them witnessed this incident, and his hands were so trembling that he could hardly hold the plate in his hand.

He is a young man with a pale face and no beard. He looks to be in his twenties. His face is bloodless and his lips are a little purple. He looks inconspicuous standing among a crowd of palace people.

Seeing this, the old eunuch next to him said displeasedly in a sharp voice: "Why are you shaking? Just hold it steady!"

"You young men, do you understand the rules of the palace? The plate in your hands is not holding a handkerchief, but your heads!"

"If the plate falls, your heads will fall too! So don't worry about what happens to others. As long as you guard yourself, keep your mind calm and your hands still, other things will have nothing to do with you."

"Keep your mouth in check and your hands in check. In this palace, even if you have a firm footing, do you understand me?"

The old eunuch held his head high and said angrily to a group of trembling palace servants.

There were about a dozen palace servants, each holding a mahogany tray in their hands, which was full of toiletries.

There are soaps, hot water, towels, toilet water, etc.

However, the quantity was surprisingly large.

Speaking of towels alone, there are four stacks, one stack of twenty-five, a total of one hundred towels, all embroidered with yellow silk thread, embroidered with a yellow dragon with opera beads, and the posture of the yellow dragon on each one is different.

Some hold their heads high, some spray water, some make clouds, and some climb mountains. Each one is exquisitely crafted and valuable, but there are a hundred of them here.

After the old eunuch finished speaking, he saw the palace servants standing up straight and holding firm, and then nodded with satisfaction.

Then, he continued: "Remember, to wipe His Majesty's body, a towel can only be used once. If it is dirty, it must be put into the hands of the person behind the towel immediately. The four of you are responsible for wiping your limbs. Remember to do it slowly. "Open your pores, do you understand?"

"Understood!" The four palace servants responsible for wiping the limbs immediately replied respectfully.

"Then you guys, do you remember the password? When the password is given in the room, you have to go into the bathtub to change the water and add water. The water cools quickly at night, so remember to add hot water lightly and neatly."

The palace attendant responsible for adding water also responded immediately.

The old eunuch was very satisfied and went to check one by one, giving instructions such as "The water in the bathtub must be clean." "The basin must be held on the head." "No matter how delicate the socks are, they should only be worn once and never again." Times." These words.

Finally, he finished his instructions and waved his hand: "Everyone, go in. Remember, if something goes wrong, you will be beaten to death!"

The palace people responded quickly, and then lined up to go out to give His Majesty a bath.

Just for the errand of taking a shower, more than 20 people had to queue up, each carrying a bunch of exquisite things, but they were all disposable items.

So extravagant, so cruel.

This palace man walked slowly and leisurely, the soles of his shoes scraping the ground without making any sound. Every move he made was measured and calm. The old eunuch who led the way nodded with satisfaction and stopped making any noise.

It can be seen that this is something that has been practiced for a long time. I don't know how many palace people died before selecting these elites who can 'serve' His Majesty personally.

The palace man with some purple lips was also among them, and he walked carefully all the way to the palace.

Got into it.

Everything is in order.

First, the four palace people stood on four sides, all wearing the same clothes and the same appearance.

Led by the old eunuch in charge, he went up to kneel down.

After kneeling down, the tray was taken over by other palace servants, and an oilcloth was spread in the room, carried into the bathtub, put in warm water, and then asked the emperor to undress.

His Majesty seemed a little tired and remained motionless, allowing the palace maids and palace maids to undress him.

Then there are the cumbersome rules. There are strict regulations on which basin to use and which veil to use. Every palace official must remember their responsibilities.

Only the emperor seemed very relaxed and natural. He used his servants as naturally as modern people use household appliances.

As for what people think of being treated as smart home appliances, who cares?

If you can't do it, then die.

In the year since the establishment of the new dynasty, too many palace people have died because of this.

Under such pressure, every move of these slaves has been strictly trained. In the process of being domesticated as tools, some people even feel proud, just like old eunuchs, closely monitoring these slaves who have not yet been born. Palace people who have a sense of pride worry that they are not qualified as tools.

When it was the turn of the palace servant with purple lips, he walked forward slowly, holding a tray in his hand. On the tray was a stack of towels, twenty-five in total.

The first fifty cards have been used up, and he is the third wheel. He has to deliver towels to the palace servants who wiped in front, and then carry out the dirty water.

He made his way to the front.

Then, suddenly, the tray was dropped.

The expression of the old eunuch who had been chattering immediately became frightened.

It's broken, and it's going to be beheaded.

The old eunuch thought so.

But before he could continue to panic, he discovered that the tray was dropped and there was a thin blade hidden in the pile of towels.

The palace servant with purple lips grabbed the blade at the last moment and threw it out.

There was a buzzing sound all around, the water in the bathtub instantly stirred up countless waves, a harsh sound came out, and the glazed windows all around collapsed.

The people in the palace all covered their ears, and the originally orderly room suddenly became chaotic.

But the palace servant with purple lips didn't care. There was only the emperor in front of him.

At the scene, only the emperor reacted.

The emperor grabbed a tray and lifted it up. A dozen towels flew out and became a mess in the air.

The blade was extremely sharp, but it was still a mortal thing after all. It penetrated more than a dozen towels in a row. The power of rotation had been removed a lot, and the speed had also slowed down a lot. At this time, the emperor had already left the bathtub.

Said to be late and then fast, all this happened in a breath.

The old eunuch didn't react until the emperor stood up, and shouted in a sharp voice: "There is a thorn——!"

But before the rest of the people shouted, the palace man had already waved his sleeves twice, and the sleeves were full of wooden thorns, which scattered out, killing all the palace people around him, and some of the wooden thorns rushed directly to the emperor.

The emperor did not panic, but continued to wave the towel and knocked down all the wooden thorns.

The palace man took three steps and two steps at a time, took action again, shook out two thin blades from his clothes, and launched another attack.

But the emperor was already prepared. This time, it was his turn to wave.

Two glass beads from the bathtub popped out of the emperor's hand, and the strong wind pierced the air. Then there was a "ding" sound, sparks flew everywhere, and the two blades in the palace man's hand had been broken into two pieces.

He frowned slightly and gave up throwing.

If the flying knife breaks, its speed will be greatly reduced and it will not be able to kill this person.

So he gave up decisively and changed his tactics again. A blade similar to a soft sword was ejected from his belt, and he slashed at the emperor with a swing.

However, the emperor shook his head: "This ability is due to Xiao Ming, the Feng Dao. I never expected that a top-notch knight in the world would come to assassinate me. It's a pity that you are not good at martial arts. I'm afraid it will be difficult to achieve great things today."

While talking, the emperor even had time to accept the call and get dressed at the same time.

Xiao Ming slashed three times with the Tingfeng Sword, but all of them were easily avoided. The emperor even took advantage of this time to put on his dragon robe.

The fourth knife fell from the sky.

Xiao Ming's veins were exposed. This was the fastest slash he had ever made in his life.

In the past, his knives had sounds.

This knife made no sound.

In other words - the sound cannot catch up with the knife.

Even the emperor, who had been comfortable before, was surprised.

He couldn't avoid it for a moment, and his dragon robe was cut open.

But this also made the emperor angry.

He made a dragon's claw shape with his hand, and a suction force came out of the palm of his hand. Xiao Ming was sucked directly into his palm, and then was knocked out with a palm!

The ribs shattered instantly, Xiao Ming spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and flew three feet away, hitting the wall.

The originally menacing assassin now lost all fighting ability.

As for the emperor, Shi Shiran straightened his clothes: "Weak, is this the strength of a first-class master in the world? He is really too weak."

The emperor shook his head and said with some boredom: "Thankfully, I still have some expectations for you. Alas, is there really no one in this world who can be my opponent except Balahan? Oh, there is also General Yang, but He is also dead, and there is no one who can rival him in the world today.”

"What a pity. From what I see, you did become a eunuch because you wanted to assassinate me?"

"I came from the palace and then entered the palace. It took me a year to finally wait for the opportunity to get close to my body, but I didn't expect that you are no match for me. How about it? Are you very annoyed?" The emperor asked with a smile.

Xiao Ming spat out a mouthful of blood: "Bah! You are a foolish king."

"You said that I am a foolish king? But I have unified the world." The emperor was not in a hurry to kill him, but chatted with him with interest.

"You have unified the world, but the people in the world only hate you. If you kill Xiao Ming today, there will be Xiao Ming in the future. Unless you kill all the people in the world, you will not be able to kill them all." Xiao Ming's breath was weak, and what he saw was He couldn't survive, but in the end he still looked at the emperor with hatred.

"Hate is useless. I don't need to kill everyone in the world. As long as I kill everyone of your generation, the children in the future will study in my school, and your children will become my loyal servants."

"By the way, seeing that you are about to die, I will tell you a secret. Haven't you people in the martial arts world always wanted to know where my peerless magic power came from?"

"I come from another world. An accident brought me here to you, and I realized that you are too weak here."

"There is no magic method, and the skills are also poor, so only a few people can dominate the country in more than a year."

"The martial arts in this world of yours are so poor. I came here unexpectedly and yet I came to dominate this world. God help me."

"Okay, after listening to this, you should die. From now on, this world will be the home of the few, and everything belongs to the few."

"You entered the palace from the palace in order to assassinate the widow. The widow will find your son, castrate him, and let both of you, father and son, serve the widow. It will be a good story."

"Thank you very much. I have kept this secret in my heart for too long. Now that I tell it, I feel much better."

After the emperor finished talking about this, his expression became much more relaxed.

Then, he stood up and prepared to kill the assassin, but at this time, the assassin named Xiao Ming didn't even persist. After hearing this, he died of his injuries.

The emperor seemed a little regretful that he could not kill this person with his own hands.

However, at this moment, a golden thread suddenly dropped from the sky.

The head of the emperor, who had been extremely arrogant just now, fell off.

The dead can no longer die.

Later generations have historical materials "Biography of Emperor Li" recorded:

"The violent emperor of the new dynasty violated etiquette and teachings, hurt and tortured others, had his fetus cut off his shins, and was not cruel. He used all the bamboos in the mountains and did not pay enough attention to his mistakes. He is a rabbit in the mountains and rivers. He cannot write down his crimes. He will be punished by himself. Since the beginning of time, there has been no such thing as a cowardly and tyrannical emperor as recorded in the ultimatum."

"There are no masters among the people and gods, the country is in danger, the sea is boiling, the gangsters are shaking, the people are stunned like a collapsed horn, the people are chattering, and there is no place to move. However, there is a righteous man Xiao Ming, who obeys the heavens and obeys the punishments of heaven. He sneaked out of the palace, hid in the palace, and stabbed the Emperor to death, saving the people of the world from water and fire. "