Chu Zhuangyuan's face was full of bitterness.

From Leizhou to the capital, from the northeast to the capital, countless lives were wiped out along the way.

Huaiqing continued:

"We don't know the situation in overseas wars, but he is our last hope, so delaying time and waiting for his return is Da Feng's only choice.

"Brother Chu, what do you think?"

Chu Yuanzhen said "Yeah", but how to delay the Witch God? Unless there is another half-step Martial God in the world.

Huaiqing smiled:

"Very good, we have reached a consensus."

She took out a letter and two items from her arms and handed them to Chu Yuanzhen.

Chu Yuanzhen lowered his head and saw that it was a piece of butter jade seal with a missing corner and a shriveled lotus petal that had been crushed into pieces.

"Give them to Xu Ningyan for me." Huaiqing whispered.

Chu Yuanzhen was stunned at first and stared at the empress's beautiful profile carefully, and then he understood the empress' determination.

"No, no, Your Majesty, you shouldn't be impulsive..."

Before Chu Yuanzhen could finish his words, he was pushed away by an extremely violent force.

Huaiqing stood proudly, and a brilliant golden light rushed out of his body. The golden light condensed into a dragon shadow, bared his teeth and claws, and let out a silent roar towards the shaman god in the distance.

The billowing black clouds in the distance stopped, and then, a blurry face poked out from the black clouds, looking at Jin Long and Huaiqing from a distance of several hundred feet.

Huaiqing’s voice was clear and sonorous:

"As the great king of the country, I am responsible for guarding the country's gates and protecting the country. Today, I will bring 20% ​​of the country's destiny to stop the Witch God at the border of Jianzhou. Chu Yuanzhen, please evacuate quickly and do not resist."

She announced her decision as if reading an imperial edict.

The blurry face retracted into the clouds, and the next moment, billowing black clouds surged in, carrying greatness that no one could resist, like the sky tilting or the landslide.

Chu Yuanzhen's eye circles instantly turned red.

He was about to bow down and accept the order when he suddenly heard a gentle voice:

"I have objections!"

Chu Yuanzhen and Huaiqing turned their heads at the same time, and saw a clear light rising between them, and the figure of Zhao Shou appeared.

"Dean?"

Chu Yuanzhen was stunned, and then he was filled with ecstasy. He couldn't take Huaiqing away, but Zhao Shou could.

"Your Majesty, come here!"

Zhao Shou said with a smile on his face: "The Lord has humiliated me to death, but I am still alive. How can I allow Your Majesty to go and throw your head and shed blood?"

Before Huaiqing could refuse, he chanted:

"Don't move!"

As expected, Huaiqing froze in place, unable to move.

Zhao Shou glanced at the surging black clouds and said with a smile:

"Your Majesty said that the emperor guards the gates of the country, and the king dies in the country. But Xu Ningyan also said that he should establish a heart for the heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, carry forward the unique knowledge for the saints, and create peace for all generations.

"I feel that what Xu Yinluo said is what scholars should do.

"What do you think, Your Majesty?"

Huaiqing didn't answer, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

Zhao Shou waved his hand gently, and the scarlet robe on his body automatically detached, folded itself neatly, and floated in the air.

"Oh, this official hasn't done enough yet."

The great scholar reluctantly touched the official robe, then waved his hand and let it fall in front of Chu Yuanzhen.

He finally said:

"Your Majesty, during the Great Zhou Dynasty, the great Confucian Qian Zhong ruined the fortune of the Great Zhou Dynasty with his own life, and this is how Dafeng has been in power for six hundred years.

"Today, I, Zhao Shou, follow the example of my predecessors and hope to bring another six hundred years of prosperity to Dafeng.

"Your Majesty, the scholars of Yunlu Academy have been worthy of the people and the country since ancient times. We must not let the struggle for the country's foundation two hundred years ago happen again."

He saluted solemnly towards Huaiqing.

After learning about the birth of the Witch God, he decided to imitate his ancestors and die for his country.

The "one thing" he conveyed to the Chaofan people was to ask them to defend Leizhou.

Zhao Shou straightened the sub-sage Confucian crown on his head, a clear light flashed in his hand, and the carving knife manifested. The Witch God was approaching, and the strong wind ruffled his beard and hair, but could not disturb his determined expression.

When his life came to an end, the great Confucian thought of the lame teacher many years ago. Although he hated the imperial system, the first thing he emphasized when teaching his students was "the country" and "the people."

In my ears, the voice of the lame man seemed to be heard again: "Don't be wrong about Taoism and Confucianism. Poems and books will not let others down. If you are talented, you can teach the world, but if you are poor, you can be good at yourself."

The page burned, and Zhao Shou said loudly: "Please Confucian Sage!"

In an instant, the universe is filled with pure energy!

Between heaven and earth, a pair of eyes without emotion appeared. With this as the core, a figure of a hundred feet wearing a Confucian robe and a Confucian crown appeared, in a half-illusory and half-solid state.

He placed one hand behind his back and the other on his lower abdomen, as if staring into the distance.

The heroic soul of the Confucian saint looked back and waved towards Jin Long.

The golden dragon roared away from the empress and slammed into the body of the Confucian saint with its claws and teeth. As a result, the eyes without emotion bloomed with golden light.

The overwhelming righteousness filled every space.

At this moment, the Confucian sage seemed to have returned.

The surging black clouds were obviously stagnant. I don't know whether it was fear or the memory of the fear suppressed by the Confucian sage.

Zhao Shou rose against the wind, carrying 20% ​​of the country's fate and the heroic souls of Confucian saints, and crashed into the black clouds that covered the sky and the sun.

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In the first year of Huaiqing, on November 3rd, Zhao Shou retreated to the border of Jianzhou and died for his country!

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