Chapter 106 Song Chi's side of the Qing Dynasty and the peace of the world
"Song Chi?"
As soon as he stopped drinking, the man in yellow shirt chuckled and slowly turned his face.
The eyebrows are too thick, as black as ink, and as sharp as a sword.
This is a sallow face with a sickly look. I have seen this face before in Fenyin City.
It is Song Chi's face.
"Song Zai, right?"
The man smiled again:
"When Song Zai was expelled from Yedu, I heard that he had many faces changed."
He slowly shook his head:
"Song Zai and I have met several times, but I didn't expect that he would actually use my face."
These days, Song Chi's story has finally spread all over the world.
No one would have thought that a former Confucian sect's cauldron-bearer would actually be reduced to associate with evil spirits.
When Bai Zhu heard this, he broke into a cold sweat on his back.
He has seen Gui Sui before. Uncle Zheng in Zhao's East Mansion turned into a Gui Sui after he was killed by Zhao Xiu.
But no one would have thought that Lady Yinshan would be attached to a picture scroll.
This great treacherous figure who was famous all over the world once forced Xuan Wenjun to take action himself, so he stayed in Yinshan.
A former gentleman from the Confucian sect, a cunning man who killed people without any calculation.
This pair can be said to be the most peculiar man and woman in the world.
"Master Xu Ming recognizes him?" the man asked.
"We got along in Fenyin City before." Bai Shu nodded:
"At that time, his name was Song Chi. I didn't know that this man was actually a great traitor to the country."
"Rebellion?"
The man in yellow shirt sighed softly. He turned his face and looked at the group of men and women in fine clothes who were drinking and having fun, with a trace of ridicule flashing in his eyes.
"Maybe."
The man in the yellow shirt was noncommittal. He gently stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation towards Bai Shu.
"I have some friendship with the Song Chi you mentioned, and we happened to have nothing to do."
He drank the remaining wine in the glass and said in a faint tone:
"Master Xuming, do you want to hear the whole story about Song Chi?"
The tall, fat monk turned his head inadvertently and nodded slightly to Bai Shu. At the same time, dozens or hundreds of heart sounds came through.
"That's fine." Baizhu smiled calmly and responded calmly: "Then the young monk is all ears."
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In Song Dynasty, there were people born in Yedu.
At the age of seventeen, he became well-known in Yedu for his good calligraphy, painting and articles. He was also gifted with wisdom and was chosen by holy places such as Mount Taiwei, Jingang Temple, and Tao Te Sect.
Song Zai's reputation grew rapidly. Everyone thought that he would worship in a holy place and become one of the rulers of the world. However, they never thought that he would be valued and cultivated by Du Shaozhi, who was the Grand Master at the time.
Master, there is no news about that saint who lived three thousand years ago, and Xuan Wenjun traveled to the South China Sea.
Even though Du Shaozhi was conquered by King Jing, his reputation was greatly ruined.
But no one can deny that Grand Master Zheng, who is revered as a great master by everyone in the world, is truly the next leader of the Confucian sect.
When Song Zai became his sect, he also inherited the Confucian sect's destiny. If Du Shao died, he would be the true head of the Confucian sect.
Such a person should have a bright future.
"What a pity."
The man in yellow shirt sighed softly: "Why would such a person want to rebel under the banner of Qingjun?"
Conspiracy...
This is the reason why Song Zai was really imprisoned and expelled from Yedu.
He first summoned the disciples of the Academy and raised their arms, and thousands of people followed. They gathered on Zhuque Street, and the sound was like a tsunami. Even the Flying Cow Guards did not dare to show their heads.
Among the people who followed him, there were even wealthy people like Zuo, Xie, Yang, and Yan.
In the Song Dynasty, they blocked Zhuque Street, demanding that the emperor return power to the people, return the country to republican governance, expel the traitors who harmed the country, level the holy places and the privileges of aristocratic families, conduct imperial examinations, and abolish the distinction between scholars and commoners.
He also requested that the academy should be established in a big way, appoint people based on their talents, govern the country based on the law, and spread the martial arts and martial arts throughout the world so that everyone can read them...
When Baizhu read this passage in the book, he couldn't help but laugh.
This kind of ridiculous and ridiculous thing, anyone with any sense would not even mention a word about it.
But Song Zai not only mentioned it, he even did it.
"Why did Song Zai want to rebel?"
The man in yellow shirt repeated a sentence and suddenly his color changed:
"Because King Wu won the country unfairly!"
"Would you like to hear the details?" Baizhu's smile did not diminish.
"King Wu's relatives were in power, and he relied on external forces to ascend to Dabao.
The world's famous artifacts have long been divided among you aristocratic families and the Holy Land!
King Xuan wanted to cheer up and set up the Twenty-Three Tripods of Punishment, but he was killed early by you aristocratic dogs!"
The man in yellow shirt had red eyes and sneered:
"In order to obtain the great treasure, King Xi actually begged you again. Didn't the efforts of the late King Zheng be ruined by this idiot?!"
After the death of King Xi, it was King Jing...
At this moment, the aristocratic family and the Holy Land are in a state of unstoppable decline.
King Jing went to great lengths to invite Du Shaozhi, thus attracting external Confucian forces to check and balance the Zheng State.
Du Shaozhi, behind him stands the Master.
His appearance almost disrupted the thousands of years of layout of the aristocratic families and holy places.
And Song Zai was extremely talented. When he was expelled from Yedu, he had even achieved the fifth level.
As time went by, two human immortals from the Confucian sect of Zheng State, plus two old immortals from the deep palace.
Together, these four people are enough to stir up a storm.
Therefore, a net for Song Zai has been quietly woven.
"I have something unclear." Baizhu frowned slightly;
"Even I can see that there is something wrong with Song Zai's Qingjun side. How could a person like him fall into such a scheme?"
"First of all, it's because Zuo Zhao, Yang Shixuan and the others pretended to be too similar, like puppies who were kicked out of the house and full of resentment. I believed them at the time and thought they really wanted to take revenge on the family..."
"That's inappropriate." Bai Shu interrupted him and shook his head:
"Even so, I don't believe Song Chi dares to call out the name Qing Junzi, why should he?!
By yourself, or by General Zuo and the sheep offering wine?"
"Secondly." The man in yellow shirt was unmoved and said indifferently: "It's because of Master."
"The master once personally manifested his true body and met Song Chi."
The man in yellow shirt sighed quietly:
"The original intention was to plan the plan slowly, but after meeting the master, Song Chi decided to seduce the emperor.
You know, a saint who reaches the third realm is enough to sweep the entire human world."
"Master didn't come?" Bai Shu asked after a long silence.
"Didn't come."
"But someone pretends to be a husband..."
"Two Confucian masters of the fifth level are connected by fate." The man in yellow shirt interrupted coldly: "What do you think of Song Chi and Du Shaozhi?"
"This is..." Bai Shu sighed, but was speechless.
After Song Chi's death, the master did not come as promised.
After that, everything fell into place.
Du Shaozhi abandoned his chariot to protect his commander, but Song Chi was beaten into a trap and expelled from Yedu, never to return again.
Zuo Zhao and Yang Shixuan, who were originally internal responders, naturally returned to their original positions and gained an additional level of merit, thus offending Du Shaozhi severely.
Bai Shu thought of the down-and-out man he saw in Fenyin City and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.
"Master, why did you break the contract?" Bai Shu raised his glass calmly.
"God knows."
The man in yellow shirt smiled bitterly:
"After the Master appeared, there was a great earthquake in every family and holy place.
Many people also saw this saint with their own eyes. After each of them went back after hearing the news, the dogs of the aristocratic family were all terrified.
That Zhuque Street rally was also a fake show, who would have thought..."
He smiled bitterly again and took another sip of wine:
"Du Shaozhi taught Song Chi his whole life about merit, who would have thought that when the incident happened, it was Song Chi who took the blame.
Look, are there any teachers like this?"
"Sir's words really opened the eyes of this young monk."
Bai Zhu sighed softly and clasped his hands together.
In the distance, the nobles in gorgeous clothes were still chatting and laughing freely, but their eyes turned cold to each other. Subtlely, in the distance, there were countless sounds of light flying through the air.
"How can a lion and a lamb live in the same room?"
The man in yellow shirt ignored him and sighed:
"Song Chi wanted to create a great peace that had never been seen in the world, but it was ultimately based on external forces.
You see, even if the Master hadn't arrived, all his plans would have been in vain."
"So what's your great idea, sir?"
By this time, Baizhu had retreated into the crowd.
The faces of the nobles in gorgeous robes were as cold as frost, and due to the influence of Qi, this area of the world was tightly locked, not even a fly could escape.
"King Wu won the country unfairly. No, I can't blame him. Isn't this the case in the world since ancient times?"
The man in yellow shirt shook his head:
"You aristocratic dogs have the best in everything, the best mentality, the best martial arts, and the best qualifications.
Why, why do we, who are from the Han tribe, have to break our legs just for a bone? We are the floating grass! We are the Piaoping!
You aristocratic dogs, why?
Everyone in the world must be equal, everything must be equal, and everything must be in line with the rules!
There is no need to differentiate between scholars and common people! I will help Song Chi finish his unfinished business!"
He stood up angrily, knocked the wine bottle to the ground, smashed it into pieces, and said generously:
"From now on, there will be no more scholars, dynasties, holy places, or aristocratic families...
We, we will create a great peace for heaven and earth that has never been seen in the world before!"
There was a dead silence, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
"Why?" Someone sneered sharply, "With your mere incarnation of eyes?"
"Insolent and rude!"
"As expected, he is a bitch from a humble family!"
"Be punished!"
One person had a sullen face and raised his hand high, while all the noise gradually became lower.
"I remember……"
General Sun, the owner of the mansion, slowly spoke:
"The person I am inviting seems to be Mr. Shen Zhouchen. Who is your honor? Where is Mr. Shen?"
"How can an evil creature like Shen Zhou, who betrays his friends, have the dignity to live in this world?"
The man in the yellow shirt laughed strangely, pulled it on his face, and tore off a human face.
"It's not just Shen Zhou, Yang Shixuan, Zuo Zhao... none of those aristocratic families on Zhuque Street can escape!"
"Who are you……"
General Sun's body was shaken and he spoke in disbelief.
"My name is Xu Yan."
The man in yellow shirt slowly opened his eyes. He faced the horrified gazes of everyone and smiled brightly.
It's not the black and white eyes before, now, in front of everyone
It was as pale as a ghost lamp, and the pupils were completely white without any color.
Those are the eyes of demons and living corpses.
He opened his arms and looked calm:
"I was born in Changshui Temple and studied under the master of Changshui Temple!"
