"I don't know what other people think, but in my eyes, you are a well-deserved holy king! He is more than a thousand times stronger than the great Shang Yin Yu!"
"Holy Lord?"
Ren Bo was slightly absent-minded and in a daze. He avoided corporal punishment and loved his people, and he even did not hesitate to operate on the powerful for this.
Your Majesty, he is indeed the lord of sage.
Then Ren Bo laughed out loud again: "Emperor Yuanchen of the Great Shang Dynasty is recognized as a wise emperor who is rare to see in thousands of years. When he was young, he saved the building in a matter of seconds. He worked tirelessly every day, and he slept and ate every day. It is rare for a king to know his master, but it is absolutely impossible to say that he is a thousand times stronger than Emperor Yuan Chen. Xu Shu, Xu Shu, you really dare to say that."
Xu Shu didn't argue, he just gave a cold look, but he didn't agree in his heart.
So what if Yin Yu is diligent and tireless in his work? What if he wears clothes at night and eats at night?
At this time, the people of Dashang were in dire straits and wars broke out. It can be said that Dashang’s government has been suffering for a long time!
Being diligent in government affairs may not necessarily make you a good emperor.
Although my king is lazy and rarely interferes in political affairs, he is unambiguous about the major affairs of the country.
At this time, Daqian was gradually reaching its peak.
Yin Yu used power to control people and wanted to do everything by himself. Zong Shou started from the system, selected talents, and gave them great power without any scruples.
They are both kings, so they can be said to be superior to each other.
Those Confucian scholars were so blind that they realized that Yin Yu was a wise king of the world, and that their own king was absurd and unethical.
There is quite a sense of righteous indignation, and I wish I could stand up and compete with Confucianism.
But I also know that it is useless. Those saints only have the teachings and doctrines of saints on their foreheads and cannot listen to other words.
To argue with these Confucian scholars is to bring shame on oneself. Right and wrong will be known after thousands of years.
After skipping this section, Xu Shu narrowed his eyes again and changed the topic: "This time, Your Majesty, it seems that you are very confident! He is probably sure of victory. I just don't know how many people will suffer after this battle. ?”
Speaking of this war, Ren Bo also stroked his long beard with a strange look on his face.
The policy of collecting food from one body, equalizing land, and setting a minimum wage are all ambitious. It is not like a monarch who has no confidence in the future can think of this.
"Not necessarily! Your Majesty wants to create a fair world and give everyone a just law. Even if you have to clean things up afterwards, it will most likely be done in accordance with the law. Anyway, you and I, just wait and see."
At this time, Zong Shou was unaware of the private discussions among his important ministers.
Still with Xiao Dan'er and Yiren Chuxue. Every day I admire the flowers, watch the moon, fish and amuse the birds.
After playing, I would allocate some time to care about the major affairs. After convincing Ren Bohu Qianqiu and other close confidants, I was completely free and orderly.
The days passed happily, and the whole person was in a happy mood.
The only thing that made him extremely unhappy was the bad news that kept coming from all over the country.
Even if Da Qian and Jian Zong Cangsheng Dao join forces, it is impossible to cover all aspects and completely suppress the two cloud continents and one cloud island.
Memorials about the sudden death of officials from various places and the casualties of ordinary people in attacks were transmitted to Qiantian Mountain like pieces of paper.
This situation happened a few years ago. At that time, he was furious and committed suicide in Central Yunlu alone. He destroyed thirty-seven Taoist sects and massacred more than 300,000 Taoist disciples to vent his hatred.
In the end, he was forced to bow his head in the Dao Ling Qiong Realm. And he was also forced to leave the Cloud Realm.
However, at this moment, looking at those numbers, I feel a little numb.
Zong Shou laughed at himself, feeling a slight tingling sensation in his heart.
"So it turns out that I, Zong Shou, have now reached the level where I regard all people as ants? Sure enough, we are not Mingjun's material -"
If you are a wise king, you must be worried, angry and uneasy about it. Just as the Blood Saint Demon Lord said, if you eat without knowing the taste, you will not be able to sleep well.
Where can one be like him, sitting peacefully and leisurely?
Zong Weiran has completely given up on the matter of Daqian. Dan'er is still a child, his mind is not yet complete, and there are hidden dangers in his bloodline, let alone succeeding to the throne.
If the position of king is entrusted to no one, then he can only let more capable people manage these hundreds of millions of people and completely free himself from government affairs.
He is indifferent and does not care about the life and death of the people under his rule. How can such a person be the leader of a country? How can he govern.
But despite this, Zong Shou still felt angry and angry. Playing every day, he was only calm on the surface.
"The devil's way——"
Every day that passed without seeing a single memorial reporting the casualties. The murderous intention in Zong Shou's chest became stronger, and his heart became even more gloomy.
But he knew that at this moment, he could only endure it until the decisive battle with Dashang!
As if sensing Zong Shou's thoughts, the sword spirit that refines the divine sword also vibrates endlessly every day, as if it wants to escape from the scabbard.
"Speaking of this sword, since that battle, it has actually been a long time since it drank enough human blood."
The Divine Sword is the sword of the king, and it is also the sword of murder! It requires countless amounts of essence and blood to advance it.
The more powerful the blood is, the more people it kills, the more satisfying it is, which is almost evil——
Although Zong Shou suppressed the anger in his chest, he was always on the verge of losing control.
I wish I could draw my sword right away and slay all demons!
At the age of one month and seven days, Zong Shou's swordsmanship inexplicably improved again.
That killing sword intent actually broke through the middle stage in one fell swoop and reached the late soul level.
It is only one step away from the level of 'becoming a master, becoming a god with swordsmanship'.
Although it is the most ordinary swordsmanship mastered by Zong Shou, it is still a surprise.
"It turns out that the practice of killing swordsmanship does not necessarily need to be practiced in killing. Constant patience and suppression is also a method-"
His sword intention broke through only after he could no longer bear it anymore and could no longer be suppressed.
That day, I couldn't hold back anymore, so I flew out with my sword and killed a dozen demonic monks who were hiding near Qiantian Mountain and had evil intentions.
It was also at that time that Zong Shou was shocked to realize that his killing sword intent had made further progress.
After this breakthrough, Zong Shou suddenly became calm again. He no longer resisted the urge to kill!
"The heavens bear witness that in this life, Zong Shou has sworn to destroy all demonic sects!"
"Who is my Zongshou? I am Nan Batian, the overlord of the southeast of the Cloud Realm——"
Being patient at this time is just for the sake of slaying all demonic sects in the future.
A few years ago, the Taoist sect killed millions of his people, but paid the price of the death of thirty-seven sects and the death of the master of the Daoling Palace.
At this time, the number of casualties in Daqian exceeds one million. If the entire demonic realm is not sacrificed, how can we appease the resentful souls of the people who were killed and injured under his rule?
The demon clan and the devil have an unforgettable hatred.
Two more days later, the huge fleet division commanded by Shi Ruolan finally arrived at the Cloud Realm.
Zong Shou laughed in a long voice, and he had a sword containing the tobacco palace. There was no tolerance, and there was no need to bear it again. (If you like it, if you like this work, welcome to subscribe to subscribing, reward, you