"In the former Song Dynasty, there was no Tao, but there were three parts of the world."
A slightly drunken low male voice sounded from behind the golden gauze curtain, and the heated atmosphere in the house quieted down. The equally drunken ministers put down their wine bottles and bowed towards the golden gauze curtain.
King Wei...
Ruan Ting was startled. He straightened his clothes in a panic, turned the awkward travel crown on his head, and looked solemnly attentively.
Weiguo is no better than Nanzheng.
Here, in the game between the emperor and the foreign dynasties, the royal family always has the upper hand.
As for the Nanzheng royal family, it has long been a joke to the world.
After King Zheng Xuan set up the Twenty-Three Tripods of Punishment and popularized Legalist stories, this mighty king was secretly poisoned before he could give birth to an heir.
After the death of King Xuan, the ministers of Nanzheng, headed by the Xie family, quickly promoted the unfounded King Xi to the throne and continued to control the government.
The decline of the Nanzheng royal family.
Today's Nanzheng is not so much the rule of the emperor as it is the politics of aristocratic families.
Even if King Jing tried to cheer up and adhere to the orthodox lineage of Confucianism, he was still unable to save himself.
The aristocratic family headed by the Xie family, the Jingang Temple, and the holy land headed by Taiwei Mountain divided nearly 80% of the famous imperial utensils between the two parties and controlled the center.
A deep male voice sounded slowly behind the golden veil. Not only the solemn ministers, but also the eunuchs in mysterious palace uniforms, all like snakes, twisted their steps and diligently pushed the veil aside.
"When Son of Heaven was alive, our ancestors were expelled from the warm southern Xinjiang by Nanzheng and rushed to the northern Xinjiang. They were almost on the verge of subjugation."
A figure wearing black clothes and red clothes and a twelve-pointed crown walked out of the golden veil.
Twelve chapters are painted on his clothes, including the moon, stars, mountains, dragons, insects, algae, fire, and rice flour, with five-color cloud patterns, which are gorgeous and majestic.
Ruan Ting glanced up secretly, then hurriedly lowered his head for fear of being noticed.
It was a middle-aged man with frosty temples, sharp edges and sharp eyes, but at this moment, there was also a hint of turbid drunkenness in his eyes.
"To this day, it has been more than 1,500 years since the country was passed from our ancestors to my hands."
King Wei staggered down from the nine-step high platform, brushing away the support of the eunuchs.
"The ancestors worked hard and worked hard to create the world that David has today. The savages are rioting, Zi Mao is regent, Gongsun surrenders and seizes troops, and Tuoba rebels come to court..."
One by one, major events were revealed, which were military disasters and dynasties that were enough to destabilize the country.
King Wei's tone was calm, and his voice did not fluctuate much:
"At present, all the barbarians have been exterminated, Zi Mao and the Gongsun clan have been expelled to Western Chu, and Tuoba no longer has the clan name... Tuzhou is being expanded to the north, and Man Zheng is enemy to the south. To the west, Yu, Dio, and Yuan are three tribes.
They all surrendered to Wang Hua and became a vassal. In the east, the wild people of Leshan and Zhuoshui were driven out of their homeland!"
His voice became passionate and resounded loudly, like the sound of thunder on a rainy day.
The dancers had already bowed down and no one dared to look up. Ruan Ting, who was standing beside her, suddenly felt short of breath.
Every word spoken by King Wei was like rolling thunder, crushing him firmly in the Niwan Palace. The majesty, majesty higher than the mountain cast a heavy shadow and enveloped him.
Miao Yan looked at the young man whose face was flushed, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth unconsciously.
"I would like to congratulate the king!"
Among the ministers, someone suddenly shouted loudly.
"Congratulations to the king!"
"Congratulations to the king!"
"Congratulations to the king!"
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In an instant, amidst the praises of the virtuous moon and the supreme ruler, when Ruan Ting just echoed a few words loudly, King Wei gently pressed his hand down, and all the voices became muffled.
"With the implementation of laws and regulations, the flourishing of rituals and music, the system of land ownership, and the teaching of detailed order, I owe my success to you and many others."
King Wei suddenly bowed in the direction of Ruan Ting, which shocked Ruan Ting so much that he almost jumped up.
"Congratulations to the great Zen master!"
King Wei spoke calmly.
"Congratulations to the king!"
When Ruan Ting's mind was in chaos, the monk with a sinisterly handsome face and scarlet cinnabar dotted between his brows smiled and bowed.
Great Zen Master...
Wait, he is Miaoyan?!
Ruan Ting's heart skipped a beat and he tilted his head in disbelief.
The hand holding the cup trembled slightly.
At the subsequent banquet, Ruan Ting was even more confused and distracted.
"If you have time, Brother Ruan can come to the poor monk's thatched cottage and take a look. Maybe there is something that Brother Ruan will be interested in."
When the banquet was over, Miao Yan suddenly smiled and said.
Without waiting for Ruan Ting to reply, Miao Yan left calmly.
At the same time, an ancient scripture suddenly appeared in Ruan Ting's mind.
"Bozhi Asura King Meditation Sutra..."
Ruan Ting murmured, feeling confused.
When he came to his senses, Miaoyan had already walked out of the door side by side with a young man.
The young man is wearing luxurious purple clothes and a green lotus crown on his head, but it is not the standard of court dress.
Sensing Ruan Ting's gaze, the young man stopped and looked back, scanning Ruan Ting's face with an indescribable smile.
"Prince!"
Ruan Ting recognized the young man's identity and bowed quickly.
It was rumored that Miao Yan had a close relationship with the prince and had already joined the prince's family. He was an important minister in the East Palace and was highly regarded.
Now it seems that the prince's respect for Miao Yan is more profound than Ruan Ting thought.
Ruan Ting still maintained his bowing posture. He straightened his back until the prince withdrew his eyes.
"A person who practices cultivation is a light king and an arrogant prince."
After he got up, a voice suddenly came from him.
Ruan Ting turned around and saw the teacher holding his shoulders and spitting alcohol from his mouth.
"It's too embarrassing for me to act like this."
"The king of heaven and earth, his dear teacher, moral ethics must not be taken lightly, and etiquette and laws must not be abolished."
Ruan Ting walked out of the door with his teacher. He shook his head and said to the teacher who seemed drunk but not drunk:
"My late father is from Wang Xiang's lineage, and he values etiquette the most. Although all his disciples and relatives have passed away, he dare not forget his teachings!"
The two declined the guidance of the internal officials and walked toward the palace gate on their own.
The moonlight is very beautiful tonight. A full moon rises from the big dark blue clouds, reflecting the surrounding Qingming City brightly. Thousands of clear rays of light fall slowly from the sky, and the warm moonlight flows silently.
There was no control in the palace, and the two of them rarely walked on the ground.
There are an endless stream of luxurious carriages along the road, and they are all people who are here for the banquet, or important officials of the country, or members of wealthy families, or people from the holy land.
Ruan Ting and his teacher were walking on one side, and they were glimpsed by noble people behind the curtain. They were greeted by a constant stream of greetings and compliments. Ruan Ting watched his teacher respond with a good temper and a smile one by one, and his mind was a little dazed.
Luoyi...
Ruan Ting felt an inexplicable impulse in his heart.
I really came to Luoyi...
"You want to become an official in the court, and I have asked King Wei to grant you a future."
After the carriages and horses dispersed, Ruan Ting heard his teacher's voice.
The old Taoist wearing a mysterious crown and tattered Taoist robes walked slowly with his hands behind his back. His beard and hair were all white, but his face was as young and fair as a baby, with an angry blood color.
Wuwei Taoist——
The leader of the Hidden Sect of Zhenwu Mountain, the Immortal of the Six Realms!
"King Wei Nuo, if you want to serve in politics, I will grant you the rank of General Councilor of the Fourth Rank.
If you want to join the army, I will be a fourth-rank captain of Shangqingche, and you will be sent to Lu Yusheng's tent at Zhebing Mountain to await deployment to deal with the military affairs of Wei and Zheng."
Taoist Wuwei burped, wiped the water stains on his beard with his sleeve, and said calmly:
"Although the old Holy Master of Zhebing Mountain did not like Lu Yusheng and even banished him, given the current situation, it is helpless that no one other than Lu Yusheng can take over the leadership of such a large Zhebing Holy Land.
If you join his account, you can also form a good relationship with Zhebingshan, which will be of great benefit to the future."
"I don't want to kill anyone."
Ruan Ting said without hesitation: "I will be the General Counselor."
"No."
Taoist Wuwei lazily raised his eyes:
"In front of King Wei, I have resigned from the position of General Counselor for you. Then, you can set off honestly and become the Captain of Light Cars!"
"Then the teacher still asks me?" Ruan Ting glared.
"You are honest, no, you are just stupid!"
Taoist Wuwei sneered, and at this time, the two of them had already walked out of the palace gate.
I saw the old Taoist tiptoe, and then a blue cloud rose up, rising above the full moon.
Ruan Ting did not dare to neglect, and quickly followed Zong Guang, chasing Qing Yun.
Standing high in the sky, looking down from afar.
The lights of thousands of houses are bright.
Rows upon rows of houses and pavilions, criss-crossing broad streets, countless flames of various colors flickering in them, people are like ants, small, crowded in the metropolis under their feet.
Ruan Ting was stunned for a moment, and even his stomach was tight and he didn't care about pouring out.
He took a deep breath, as if to embrace the capital at his feet, his eyes blank.
The old Taoist Wuwei turned his face sideways. He looked at Ruan Ting's brief absence and shook his head.
Zhenwu Mountain has always been divided into Yin Sect and Zhen Sect.
Back then, when I was drawing lots, I lost to my senior brother. From then on, I could only hide behind the scenes and secretly continue the Taoist lineage for Zhenwu Mountain.
Ruan Ting is a direct disciple of Wuwei Lao Tao.
His family belongs to a poetry and literature family in a small town. Although his father is a member of Wang Xiang's lineage, his cultivation is shallow and he does not hold a high position. He is just a poor scholar.
From time to time, mountain bandits vented their anger and massacred the city, and Ruan Ting's relatives were accidentally affected. When Taoist Wuwei found Ruan Ting, his entire family was wiped out, and he himself was wounded by a knife and almost died.
Taoist Wuwei took him back to Zhenwu Mountain and taught him the method of immortality.
Living up to everyone's expectations, Ruan Tingfu shook the entire mountain gate as soon as he started practicing.
Use the Yang Talisman Realm to counterattack Vajra, and there are four of them.
Looking at ancient and modern times, such situations are rarely seen.
Even Taoist Wuwei's senior brother, the Holy Master of Zhenwu Mountain, was extremely surprised.
It's just a pity that according to Taoist Wuwei's thinking, Ruan Ting's brain has become stupid because of reading.
Loyalty to the king and service to the country, the supremacy of the emperor, what kind of king, king, minister, father, son, son. Every time he finished his homework, Ruan Ting would read the rites loudly, which made Taoist Wuwei furious.
Even after so many years, Taoist Wuwei still couldn't turn Ruan Ting's brain around.
On the contrary, as time went by, his intention to serve as an official became stronger and stronger.
Unable to withstand Ruan Ting's persistent stalking, Wuwei Taoist finally couldn't bear it after suffering for several years and brought Ruan Ting to Luoyi so that he could see with his own eyes the King Wei whom he longed for.
"The teacher doesn't like me. He made me lose when we drew lots."
Under the clear light, Taoist Wuwei suddenly spoke softly:
"Your killing of the Holy Son was actually a bet between my senior brother and I. You won. I am very happy."
"Teacher..." Ruan Ting touched his head, suddenly feeling a little at a loss.
"You must be equipped with the turtle and snake sword to fulfill my unfulfilled wish and become the Holy Lord of Zhenwu Mountain!"
The old Taoist Wuwei turned around fiercely, his eyes were no longer drunk, and they were full of energy:
"I want you to rule Zhenwu Mountain!"
"Disciple, please spare it!" Ruan Ting was also solemn and his eyes were heavy.
"But I also want to serve as an official in the DPRK." Then he added.
"..."
The old Taoist Wuwei was silent for a moment, waved his hand feebly, and was too lazy to care about him.
"As a disciple, what are the taboos on going to the border?"
Ruan Ting smiled and said again: "Who can be killed and who can't be killed? Will it kick the iron plate and cause trouble for the sect?"
"When two countries fight, there is no one who cannot be killed."
"real?"
"real."
"There are no royal family members, heirs to the family, or anything like that?" Ruan Ting looked suspicious: "Teacher, are you sure?"
"The royal family of Nanzheng is a joke. Just kill them. As for the noble families, the Xie family and the Zuo family don't have any children at the border. Even if they did, you wouldn't be able to defeat them."
"What about the Holy Land?" Ruan Ting persisted.
"There are juniors in Jingang Temple and Kuci Temple." The old Taoist said a little helplessly: "But they are all ordinary disciples, not worthy of fancy. I, Zhenwu Mountain, have two immortals to rule the world. What are you afraid of?!"
"There really are no Taoists or Buddhists?" Ruan Ting still stared.
"No... by the way, there really is one." Master Wuwei suddenly realized: "The Governor of Nanzheng, Ran Xu, promoted a junior, and his official title was Du Wei, and his name was Bai Shu."
"But..." Master Wuwei suddenly changed the subject. He twirled his beard and smiled:
"If you want to return Miao Yan's people, Bai Shu will have to kill him."
"Why?" As soon as Ruan Ting blurted out his words, he suddenly realized: "Did Bai Shu kill Miao Yan's son?"
The old Taoist Wuwei smiled slightly and just nodded.
"Bozhi Asura King Meditation Sutra..."
The old Taoist sneered: "What an adult!"
Without waiting for Ruan Ting to reply, the old Taoist figure collapsed into blue smoke and disappeared suddenly.
“Come out and work, go in and breathe out.
Digging wells to drink, plowing fields to eat.
What does the imperial power mean to me?"
From the top of the sky, the singing voice of Taoist Wuwei could be heard, resounding throughout Qingming and lingering for a long time.
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"Great Immortal Chongxu Zhide, this old guy really likes to play."
In the East Palace, the crown prince in purple robes narrowed his eyes and smiled mischievously.
"What?" He knocked on the armrest lightly and said calmly: "What do you want from me?"
Beneath Prince Beiwei, monk Miaoyan was kneeling and prostrate himself on the ground, respectfully daring not to raise his head.
"Honor God."
Miaoyan raised her head flatteringly and spoke humbly:
"The young monk got something by chance. He didn't dare to keep it to himself, so he came here to offer it to the god."
"Oh?" The prince raised his eyebrows slightly.
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