At the same time, in the core area of Bianliang City, the place is heavily guarded and the atmosphere is solemn. There is a post every five steps and a sentry every ten steps. From time to time, the imperial guards patrol.
The city is slightly shorter from east to west and longer from north to south. The surrounding walls are twenty feet high and the total length of the four walls is more than a thousand feet. It covers a large area and contains hundreds of palaces, pavilions and pavilions with carved dragons and paintings.
The eaves are all made of the veranda roof used by the royal family.
This is a thousand-year-old majestic city. Although it is not made of gold bricks and jade tiles, it is not much different. Apart from the Imperial City of the Song Dynasty, there is no other place so majestic and magnificent.
In the imperial city, there is a palace with golden eaves, and a large plaque with three words "Imperial Study Room" hanging on it.
Inside, a middle-aged man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe sat cross-legged on the couch. Beside him was a chess game and a middle-aged man.
Zhao Shuo, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, was now over fifty years old. His temples were slightly white, but he had a wide mouth and a pair of eyes like a falcon, with restrained sharpness.
The middle-aged man next to him was wearing a cloak of the Twelve Gods Palace, and his hair was in a bun with a sun and moon bun. He was obviously once a Taoist priest, but now he is a disciple of the Twelve Gods Palace.
There is no winner or loser on the chessboard, and the black and white chess pieces almost cover the entire chessboard, densely packed.
Emperor Hui Zhao Shuo asked.
"How is the arrangement of setting up a stage to preach the Bible going?"
Zhao Shuo's voice was low and his expression was calm. He only opened his eyes slightly when talking to the middle-aged man, revealing the majesty of the king of a country.
The middle-aged man beside him was an old man, his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, and he didn't seem to have much awe in front of the emperor.
"Back to Your Majesty, the lectures went well in the first few days. After listening to the shrine's teachings, many people in Bianliang City ran home to get their property and give alms. However, in recent days, many people from all walks of life have poured into the city, under the lecture platform.
He scolded and yelled loudly and spoke fiercely, and I'm afraid I won't be able to control him in a few days."
"Huh?" Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo glanced at the middle-aged man displeased.
There was a hint of reproach in his eyes.
"Where are the means you used to command the 800-mile water area of Liangbo Mountain in the past? Why don't I talk about such a difficult matter without asking you?"
When the emperor was angry, his pressure was like a mighty mountain. Any minister in the court would have been frightened and fell to his knees. However, this middle-aged man showed no signs of turmoil in his expression, and his expression remained neither salty nor bland.
From the words of Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo, it is not difficult to tell that the man next to him is the leader of the Eight Great Vajras in Liangbo Mountain in the past, the most powerful Lu Heng!
In the past, Lu Heng was a Taoist, but he gathered a crowd to revolt in Liangbo Mountain, occupied 800 miles of water, and proclaimed himself king. His two fierce men, Qin Wu Luolie, were cousins, and they were both body-refining madmen in the Martial God Realm.
Further down, there are the eight Vajras with an average level of nine levels of physical training. All of them are good players. It is said that eight people working together can reach the level of a martial god!
A few years ago, Lu Heng was instructed by the master of the Eleven Meridians of the Twelve Divine Palaces to dismiss tens of thousands of his minions, bring a sworn brother with him to join the Twelve Divine Palaces, and then accept the recruitment as the leader of Liang Boshan. At the same time,
As an intermediary in promoting the teachings of the Twelve Divine Palaces in the Song Dynasty, Lu Heng has now been awarded the title of Imperial Master of the Song Dynasty. His status is as high as that of the Prime Minister Gao Wenchong, and he can be said to be one person below ten thousand people.
It was this great national master's suggestion to build two high platforms in Bianliang City to preach the teachings of the Twelve Divine Palaces.
Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo wanted longevity and the Song Dynasty would last forever, so he did not hesitate to choose to show his favor to the Twelve Divine Palaces. He would soon announce that the whole country would join the Twelve Divine Palaces. In order to prepare, he agreed to build a legal platform.
One thing.
But now, under the two Dharma platforms, there are people in the world swearing and shouting. Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo has always disliked the roughness of the world. Now that he knows this, although Long Yan is not furious, it is not much different.
Facing the emperor's displeasure, Lu Heng was slightly humble.
"Your Majesty, please calm down. I have my own way to deal with this matter. However, Your Majesty has not spoken. I dare not make any independent opinions. I planned to inform Your Majesty when we play chess tonight, but Your Majesty is very good at chess, so I dare not speak out to disturb you."
Lu Heng stood up and bowed slightly. After hearing this, Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo's face improved slightly.
He looked out the window, his expression cold but solemn.
Looking at the splendid country under his rule, he was thoughtful, his eyes flickering with a faint light, as if he was conceiving the bright future of the dynasty and his expectations for the arrival of the Twelve Divine Palaces.
After a moment, he asked, "What are you going to do?"
Lu Heng replied, "Your Majesty, I just need to change one of the high platforms into a martial arts platform, let my divine palace disciples sit on it, and let those arrogant men come on the stage to fight, dampen their spirit, so that they can keep their peace and know the difficulties."
retreat."
There are two high platforms, one for civil and military affairs. The literary platform continues to preach scriptures and preaching, while the military platform provides support to the reckless men who seek trouble for themselves. However, it is a good strategy.
Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo nodded and signaled to the other party that I was right.
However, he suddenly looked back and looked directly at Lu Heng.
"Aren't those sworn brothers of yours missing and dead? Are there any who can stand on the stage and defend the ring?" A trace of doubt appeared on the face of Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo.
Not long ago, only four of the Eight Great Vajras sent out to hunt down Zhenren Ziyin came back. I heard that a one-eyed and one-armed warrior killed the other four. A few days later, the Song Dynasty army discovered Qin Wu's body in front of Bailong City.
The body was found, but Luo Lie, another Martial God realm figure, was missing.
Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo didn't think much of these grass bandits from Zhao'an, but for the sake of the Twelve Divine Palaces, he gave them official posts. Seeing that more than half of the people who came down from Liangbo Mountain were killed or injured, Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo felt the same in his heart.
gloat.
Hearing this, Lu Heng smiled, with no other expression on his face and was unusually calm.
"Your Majesty, please rest assured. This time I have given them a few magical treasures from the Divine Palace. With the treasures in my body, even if they come to the Martial God Realm, the Eight Great Vajra can cross the border and kill the enemy. They will definitely make those people in the world swear by my Twelve Divine Palaces."
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After verbal instructions, officials from the Ministry of Industry took action, demolishing the lecture platform in Dongcheng, and building a solid martial arts platform within a day. At the same time, they posted notices to let the group of martial artists who had objections to the Twelve Divine Palaces
Gather in the East City and fight with the divine envoys of the Twelve Divine Palaces.
For a time, the whole East City was boiling. Every day, there were crowds of people around the martial arts arena. Jianghu people and ordinary people who were watching the excitement gathered here. They all had their own plans and wanted to see what kind of show would be performed on this arena.
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The four champions in the ring are Xiao Dong from the Eight Great Vajras, the Flying Dragon Legs, Liang Xian from the Poison Dragon Dart, Zhang Jie from the Zhenshan Fist, and Li Biao from the Wind Claw.
The four people sat here and fought off waves of knights in a few days. Moreover, they all had something similar to a crutch in their hands, and they could shoot a powerful hidden weapon that could not be caught by the naked eye by raising their hands.
This allowed the four champions to turn the tide several times when they were on the verge of defeat, and finally won.
The East City Fight was in full swing every day. Many of the defeated knights were killed or injured, and finally left Bianliang City sadly, and their journeys became more and more frequent day by day.
And one day, a tall figure appeared at the foot of Bianliang City.