Chapter 13: Manifesto

Huang Xu was sitting in his seat, drinking tea sip by sip, his hands still trembling slightly. After a long while, he said, "Excuse me, benefactor, are your ancestors related to the royal family?"

How could Gu Qingyuan know this? He definitely had no connection with it, but it was hard to say about the original body: "This, probably not. Besides, I picked up this knife in the sect."

Gu Qingyuan felt a little guilty because, to be honest, his talent in picking up things was incredible, so it wouldn't be surprising if he picked up a jade seal one day.

While the two were in silence, someone came in. It was Jian Zheng: "Master... Lord Gu, there is a man who specifically wants to see you. He also brought a child with him. I think he is here to treat his illness. Now he is fighting with Dingshan. You should go and take a look!"

Gu Qingyuan was a little confused. Seeing a doctor? Fighting? And with Zhao Dingshan. Where did this murderer come from?

"Come on, take me there quickly." Gu Qingyuan called to Jian Zheng, and they both walked out the door together.

Huang Xu looked at the backs of the two people as they left, and then looked at the Dragon Sparrow Sword that Gu Qingyuan threw on the ground. He picked up the sword, with a thousand thoughts in his mind.

He even has the Dragon Sparrow Sword. Is this the destiny? Perhaps, he can do something about his master's status. Just as he was thinking about it, he remembered Jian Zheng's words about the master that he was hesitant to speak, and he couldn't help but have a headache.

The benefactor has never let anyone call him lord. If this continues, it will inevitably hurt people's hearts. We have to find a way to make them accept it, otherwise people's hearts will be dispersed.

Huang Xu sat there quietly for a long time before he sighed, "Fate..."

On the other side, Gu Qingyuan had already arrived at the scene and put down the frightened Jian Zheng.

There was no other way. The situation was urgent and Jian Zheng was a scholar, so he could only carry him and run all the way here.

Smiling at Jian Zheng, Gu Qingyuan paid attention to the scene.

Sure enough, a fight broke out. An old man in his fifties was fighting with Zhao Dingshan, and a young man was lying beside them.

The old man wielded a phoenix-beak knife and carried a large bow on his back. He fought back and forth with Zhao Dingshan, who was holding a dragon-bone spear, and the two were evenly matched.

Gu Qingyuan had already arrived in front of the young boy. The boy was still conscious, but was breathing heavily. When he saw Gu Qingyuan coming over, he smiled weakly at him.

"I have some medical skills. If you trust me, let me take a look." Gu Qingyuan said gently to the young man.

When the old man on the side saw Gu Qingyuan approaching the young man, he used a diagonal chop to knock the spear away and hurried over. Zhao Dingshan also put away his gun and came behind Gu Qingyuan.

Zhao Dingshan was not worried about Gu Qingyuan's safety. In the past few months, he had fought with Gu Qingyuan several times. He was very excited at the beginning, but he never mentioned it again later.

Brother Gu is really a monster! Looking at Gu Qingyuan who was taking his pulse, Zhao Dingshan thought to himself as he thought of those disastrous battles.

"Doctor Gu, it's not that Huang was reckless. My son's life is in danger. If I have offended you, I am willing to tie myself up and apologize. I just ask you to save my son's life. Uncle Han thanks you!" Uncle Huang said.

The nine-foot-tall Tibetan man knelt on the ground like pushing a golden mountain or overturning a jade pillar. He kowtowed and when he looked up again, his face was covered with tears.

Gu Qingyuan still held the boy's hand, and signaled Zhao Dingshan with his eyes to help Huang Hanshu up. After a careful examination, he said, "Your son must have been weak since childhood, with lung congestion, and coupled with the strong internal training, his internal organs have been damaged. If you trust me, let him stay with me for half a month, and I will clear his Qi and regulate his meridians."

"I can trust it. I can trust it." Uncle Huang Han replied quickly.

"Okay then, you'll have half a month of recuperation, and I'll prescribe a prescription for you to take regularly. This is a chronic disease, so you can't be impatient. After half a year, your son will be no different from an ordinary person. There's just one thing, you can't practice martial arts anymore." As he spoke, Gu Qingyuan took out a pen and paper, wrote a prescription, and handed it to Uncle Huang Han.

Uncle Huang took the prescription with trembling hands, put it in his arms with great care, and said, "Dr. Gu has been so kind to me. If you don't abandon me, I still have some strength and my arms can draw a bow. I am willing to be at your service!" "Well, that's not necessary." Gu Qingyuan had no intention of repaying his kindness.

However, Uncle Huang Han was a man of gratitude and refused to obey. Coincidentally, Huang Xu also came over at this time. Gu Qingyuan hurriedly handed the man over to Huang Xu and fled.

At the same time, Zhang Mansion.

A middle-aged man was sitting in the main seat. He was very handsome, with a white face and a beard, and had his own demeanor. He was none other than the powerful prime minister Zhang Zaichun.

The person in front of him was Cao Song’s son, Cao Man.

"Have you thought it through?" Zhang Zaichun said, twirling his beard.
"A real man has things he should do and things he shouldn't do. The thief Dong has been injured by the dragon's energy. Now is a good time to assassinate him. Although Man is unruly, he still knows loyalty and is willing to be the first in the world." Cao Man said.

Zhang Zaichun stood up, paced back and forth for a few steps, and then turned to Cao Man and said, "The thief Dong is powerful, and all the civil and military officials are afraid of him. I once fought him head-on, but was injured by his Heaven-Devouring Magic Skill, so I had to stay indoors. If you face the thief Dong head-on, I'm afraid you will never come back."

After saying that, Zhang Zaichun stretched out his hand, and saw a black line extending from the palm upwards to his heart.

After Cao Man had seen it, he clapped his hands, and a young man came out from behind. Zhang Zaichun pointed at the young man and said, "This is my nephew Zhang Lu. I have been refining the Seven Star Sword in his hand for more than half a month. This blow of mine is not in vain. This Seven Star Sword contains my true Qi, which will definitely break through the protective true Qi of Dong the thief. I think you know what to do later."

Cao Man took the sword, bowed deeply, and turned away.

"Uncle, do you think that boy Cao Man can kill the thief Dong?" Zhang Lu said as he watched Cao Man's receding back.

Zhang Zaichun picked up the tea, took a sip, then gently put it down and slapped Zhang Lu in the face.

A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Zhang Lu's mouth, but he didn't dare to wipe it off and just stood aside with his hands folded.

"That's a true hero. If it wasn't for him, you would have been the one holding the knife!" Zhang Zaichun touched the corner of Zhang Lu's mouth and continued, "When doing great things, you cherish your body, but when you see small gains, you forget your principles. I, Zhang Zaichun, have been wise all my life. I shoulder the two capitals and thirteen states of Daxia. I care about the lives of the people of the world with my eyes open and the livelihoods of the people with my eyes closed. How could I have a nephew like you in the end?"

As everyone knows, Zhang Xiang has no children, only an old wife and a brother, who treats Zhang Lu as his own son.

Zhang Zaichun wiped his hands and said, "If you take the knife today, you will become famous regardless of success or failure. I will build momentum for you and publish a manifesto to fight against Dong Zhuo. All heroes in the world will obey your orders. What a pity..."

After saying this, Zhang Zaichun turned around and tried to walk out.

"Uncle, where are you going?" Zhang Lu called out hurriedly.

"I have been imprisoned for too long. I should move around a bit, lest the world forget who I am, Zhang Zaichun." Zhang Zaichun did not look back, but raised his hand to look at his palm. "Dong thief, humph!"

Zhang Zaichun waved his hand, and the black air in his palm was dispelled from his body, leaving his palm as white as jade.

Three days later, Cao Man attempted to assassinate him under the pretext of offering the Seven-Star Sword, but failed and he fled.

The powerful prime minister Zhang Zaichun broke into the imperial city and confronted Dong Zhongda. The two fought and Zhang Zaichun was seriously injured.

The next day, Zhang Zaichun's nephew Zhang Lu and Cao Man, the righteous man who assassinated Dong, issued a manifesto to punish Dong. The manifesto said: The thief Dong deceives Heaven and earth, kills lives, is cruel and ruthless, and has committed many crimes. Now, in accordance with the secret decree of the emperor, we must gather a large number of righteous soldiers to wipe out the villains. We hope that an army of righteousness will be raised to vent the public anger and kill the thief Dong in order to clear the emperor's side, support the royal family, and save the people. When the manifesto arrives, you can carry it out as soon as possible.

At one time, all the princes in the towns raised up their armies and were followed by many people.

(End of this chapter)