"In the battle of Southern Xinjiang, that man won in the end!"
Outside Lingyun Palace, Kuangren Chu stood on the clouds with his hands behind his hands, looking at the stars in the sky with gloomy eyes.
Naturally, all the sects and sects paid close attention to the battle that would determine the survival of the Qian Kingdom and the rise and fall of the six religions.
Strong men were dispatched one after another to monitor the battle situation in southern Xinjiang. Therefore, when the Dao Sect's 60,000 Purple Linyan Lancers and the entire army were destroyed, Lingyun Sect had already received the news.
"It's actually a Qilin accompanying me, and the Holy Lord is still alive -"
The surprise in Yan Feibai's eyes still did not fade away. He turned his head and looked behind him, with a look of luck on his face.
Zong Shou was accused by Zhu Zi as an enemy of Confucianism, and he had a bloody feud with the Taoist sect. Everyone in the world could attack him.
A few years ago, nearly half of the Lingyun Sect's disciples died under the iron hoofs of the Blood Cloud Cavalry. This hatred and hatred will never be forgotten.
At that time, almost all the elders in the sect thought they had seen an opportunity. They planned to mobilize the entire sect to counterattack Donglin.
However, he was suppressed by the ancestor who was acting as the head of the sect, thinking that the Lingyun Sect was too damaged at this time. What they needed most was to recuperate and train the next generation of disciples, instead of rushing for revenge and participating in the world's disputes.
As a result, the public was furious, and thousands of disciples gathered in front of the palace to denounce the leader's mistakes. They regarded their ancestors as sinners of the Lingyun Sect.
However, at this time, the disciples gathered in front of the palace had already scattered.
Facts have proved that our ancestors' decision to stay away from right and wrong was the right one. His persistence can be said to have saved the entire sect.
I really can't imagine that if I get involved rashly, Lingyun Sect will be besieged by Daqian's cavalry afterwards.
"Why is Uncle Master worried? This time, our Lingyun Sect was able to get out of the house, all because of Uncle Master's decision. Although the elders did not say it with their mouths, they were grateful in their hearts. The disciples below were also very lucky. "
The ancestor suddenly came to his senses, and then handed a talisman edict in his hand to Yan Feibai.
"I asked Patriarch Xu Fu Zhao to let me officially take charge of the whole sect."
Yan Feibai raised his eyebrows slightly, this was a happy event. His uncle, the Patriarch, used to act arrogantly, but since Dan took over as Acting Headmaster, he has become more and more calm. He is fair in handling sect affairs and is quite lawful.
Many people believe that Ancestor Kuang is much stronger than Long Ruo, who is outwardly apologetic but internally arrogant, and caused great disaster to Lingyun Sect.
Ancestor Kuang then said in a leisurely voice: "Besides, the Patriarch asked me to go to Donglin in person to express my allegiance. Finally, I can open a Taoist temple in Daqian and participate in the expedition to foreign lands. I say that you are the sage of the world. He is the only one in ten thousand years, and we, the Lingyun Sect, cannot be our enemies."
Yan Feibai was stunned and asked Patriarch Xu what he meant. Was he ready to completely give up the hatred between him and Zong Shou?
In other words, those thousands of disciples lost their lives in vain.
He also realized clearly in his heart that although Zurenkuang had stopped the sect from slipping into the abyss, he was still unwilling to do so.
But he didn't feel anything in his heart. At this time, Lingyun Sect no longer had the qualifications to seek revenge.
If we don't participate in the great cause of the Great Saint Lord Daqian, the sect will only weaken further. Sooner or later, even Lingyun Palace will not be able to be saved.
"The ancestor is wise!"
Yan Feibai's thoughts swept over the talisman. "Just the two Taoist ancestors?"
This time the Tao Ancestor called on the vassal sects to provide Tao soldiers, but the Lingyun Sect did not participate.
If you fall back to Qiantian Mountain afterwards, you will undoubtedly become extinct from the Taoist gate.
"Qingxuan and Taihuang Daozu? Naturally they will tell you about the Lingqiong Realm."
The ancestor sneered wildly, not caring at all: "I guess they won't stop it. Otherwise, how will the two hundred and seventy-four Taoist sects in the five continents south of the Yangtze River deal with themselves?"
Yan Feibai suddenly realized, and then fell silent. Da Qian is now dominating the world. The three thousand Taoist sects that have lost the protection of Taoist soldiers are now trembling under Zong Shou's butcher knife!
Especially in the territory of Daqian, it is even more necessary to look up to that holy king.
Even with the power of the two Taoist ancestors, they could not force their disciples to give up their foundation and become enemies of Da Qian.
The current situation in the world has undergone drastic changes, which cannot help but make people feel heavy.
With that one person sweeping the southeast, it is not impossible to unify the Yun Realm in the future.
The song on the other side has rhyme, but the mood suddenly relaxes. Youwenxu Fuzhao means that the hatred between Lingyun Sect and Zong Shou will be completely resolved.
I no longer have to worry about being an enemy of that person. Although I am talking about this matter, the distance between me and him is getting farther and farther.
"Thinking about it now, it would have been great if I could have refuted my senior brother and persuaded the sect to accept him. Now, I'm afraid -"
Ancestor Kuang said with a wistful look, and then laughed at himself, it was already a thing of the past, so what's the use of talking about it? At that time, I was in a humble position, and even if I said it, I'm afraid it wouldn't be taken seriously.
It just makes me sad!
At the same time, 3,200 miles away, a young Taoist also frowned.
Behind him are twelve identical swords, surrounding him.
"Holy King, he is actually a Holy King!"
A sage king, a king of sages and sages! His governance and conduct must be flawless and in line with the righteous way of heaven and earth!
"In other words, did all my brothers and uncles die in vain? Do they think they can be killed by this world?"
The young Taoist laughed sadly, his eyes full of madness and cruelty.
"Even if you are really a living saint, I, Gong Yuan, will kill you before you do it!"
With a stab of the sword, the floating island suspended in the air beneath him suddenly collapsed with countless cracks.
The young Taoist, with a flick of his sleeve, rolled up a stone tablet inside and stepped into the void.
The Taoist's face was full of determination. In at most three years, he would definitely be able to fight that Zong Shou head-on!
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At night, the atmosphere in the Imperial City was extremely depressed. The entire city was filled with the atmosphere of twilight.
The once prosperous brothel and tavern are now crowded at the door.
There were not many pedestrians on the street.
Although dozens or hundreds of glazed death-qi wind lanterns were hung in front of the mansions of noble nobles from various aristocratic families, they looked extremely cold and desolate.
However, at this time, the atmosphere in the study rooms of various families and clans was very lively.
Either a few friends or a few relatives and friends gather together to discuss the general trend of the world.
When it comes to being well-informed, these aristocratic families in the imperial capital are by no means inferior to those sects.
At this time, the entire capital was in a state of frenzy because of the result of the Yuan Shen Yuan, and everyone was trembling in fear. For the first time, they began to be truly wary of the great country to the east, the person they regarded as a tyrant.
"This world is over! It's completely over! The Yuan Shen Yuan has been defeated, and all 18 million troops will be destroyed soon. The fate of this great merchant nation is at its end!"
"How can that Zong Shou be a living saint? Doesn't it say that Qilin is born from eating good energy?"
"It's ridiculous! It's ridiculous! It's ridiculous that Zhu Zi actually designated the sage who their Confucian school has dreamed of for thousands of years as the enemy of Confucianism! Back in the ancient times when the three emperors were prosperous - could it be that God has thought that today's Daqian can compete with Yunhuang? Is it comparable to the prosperity of ancient times?"
"The elite of Daqian are all gone. Will Daqian pursue them and sweep away the Central Plains?"
"This is truly a catastrophe for our Confucian sect! Is our Confucian sect's teachings wrong? Or is the way of heaven wrong?"
"Damn it! Only because of my Confucianism can we have these seven thousand years and several prosperous times? All the kings in the past dynasties have praised my Confucianism's ability to govern the world——"
"If I had known this, I shouldn't have participated! I was harmed by that sage Zhu Xi!"
"Is Jiuchi Palace a trap? Yes! How could such a founding hero do such stupid things?"
In the gardens of many academies, there are blazing flames. What is burning is not wood or the like, but mostly articles and books that refute and insult the monarch of Daqian during this month.
Ever since Zhu Zi issued an edict to the world and designated Zongshou as an enemy of Confucianism, countless Confucian scholars throughout the world have been writing insulting articles and circulating them to each other. If there is an outstanding article, there must be competition to see it.
Some even compiled some wonderful articles into volumes and sold them. For a time, they became very expensive in Luoyang. The reputation of Zong Shou, the faint king, was trampled over and over again. Countless bad reputations, whether true or false, were added to Zong Shou. Head mountain.
But at this time, everyone is in danger. They are afraid of avoiding these books.
If that Zong Shou really rules the world one day, then these collected articles and books will be evidence of the crime.
Besides, no matter how much people slander you, as long as you have the aura of a holy king, these words are useless. The people of the world can naturally tell the difference.
On the contrary, it suddenly made people laugh and confirmed the reputation of Confucian disciples as the best at spreading rumors and causing trouble.
At this time, the scenes in various aristocratic families were completely different, and their worries were completely different.
"What a shame! That foolish king was so incompetent that he lost all his troops. My family worked so hard, and not a single one of the 20,000 Taoist soldiers survived!"
"I shouldn't have participated in the first place. Zhu Xi is the sage, it's harmful to people——"
"The world is in chaos, and it seems that we can no longer stay in the imperial capital for long. Within the fiefdom, I am afraid that the army must be prepared for war——"
"Shi Yue, has the Shi family begun to rise?"
"Should we contact the Qian Kingdom? My family is weak and cannot compete in the world, so we can only choose the strong to join us. The sage who is still alive is the British master we can serve!"
"The so-called God Emperor, you still don't know where he is?"
In the Criminal Prison, Jin Buhui opened his eyes lazily at this time.
"So, Dashang suffered a disastrous defeat? I, Jin Buhui, don't have to gouge out these eyes?"
As he spoke, he looked in front of him with a playful look in his eyes.
Almost all the officials I encountered at the city gate today were among them.
The expressions at this time were all sincere and frightened. Especially those who had made sarcastic remarks were extremely embarrassed.
Even among them, the former Yang family disciple was included.
"Don't worry, Daqian won't be able to attack the Imperial City for a while!"
The young man named Yang smiled bitterly. He naturally knew this, but the problem was that most of the Yang family's fiefdoms were based in Jiangnan.
And those five continents are destined to fall into the hands of Daqian.
If the king knew that his sworn brother had suffered such a fate and was humiliated by him and was deliberately seeking revenge, then how should he deal with himself in the family?
It's not just him, most of the officials here have their family businesses located in the south of the Yangtze River.
Jin Buhui was still sneering, but his heart was extremely gloomy and his chest was getting cold.
His sworn brother finally won. But this big merchant failed so miserably! There was almost no chance of recovery from the defeat. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to register as a member of Piaotian Literature and recommend it. This work and your support are my greatest motivation.)