After hearing what the crown prince Li Hong said, Lu Meng, the prime minister of the Eastern Tang Dynasty, frowned slightly:
"Old minister, remember, his name is Murong Ting?"
Li Hong nodded: "Xiang Lu, you might as well pay attention to this person."
Lu Meng looked at Li Hong: "In that case, why don't Your Highness talk to this person?"
The Ange directly obeyed the orders of Tang Wang Li Xuanxin, and Lu Meng certainly did not suggest that the crown prince Li Hong win over the real core figure of the Ange.
But at least, ease the relationship with the other party and don't go against Li Hong all the time.
Although the conflict between the Dark Pavilion and the Prince's Mansion was to some extent created by the King of Tang, the sense of proportion was always in the hands of the person in charge of the Dark Pavilion.
Don't ask the other party to show goodwill, at least don't dig holes secretly.
Ange defeated Gu Hechuan, a seventh-level master, long ago, but the result was kept secret and was not reported to the eldest son, Li Hong.
They even used Li Hong'an's spies in the dark pavilion to spread false news to Li Hong, saying that Chang'an had no masters and only relied on the poisonous fog to defeat the Tang army's siege.
Mr. Mingxi Cheng Jingyuan and others were trapped in Chang'an. It was largely because of this problem that they underestimated the enemy and thought that a few seventh-level practitioners could take over Chang'an by joining forces. As a result, the entire army was wiped out and no one could come back.
Although it was later proven that Changan was still stronger than expected.
But when An Pavilion dug a hole for the Crown Prince, it was real.
"I made some small contacts, but I didn't dare to make any big moves."
Li Hongyan said: "After all, you have to worry about what your father thinks."
Lu Meng nodded lightly: "Your Highness is mature and prudent, and it's not bad. It's just that Prince Muping has become more aggressive recently and is getting closer to Ange."
Li Hong's expression became more solemn: "I understand."
Li Yi, Prince of Muping County, was the second son of Tang Wang Li Xuanxin. He was extremely brave and had always coveted the position of Li Hong's heir apparent.
He made a breakthrough last year and reached the eighth level of martial arts, Guixiong, on par with Li Hong. His attitude became more arrogant and domineering, and he often clashed with Li Hong.
Gao Yu, the master of the Dark Pavilion, has always been in tit-for-tat with the eldest son Li Hong. In recent years, he has become close to Li Yi, the prince of Muping County, and has become a serious problem for the eldest son Li Hong.
The king of the Tang Dynasty was afraid of the reconciliation between the prince and Ange, but he turned a blind eye to Li Yi's actions, which made the prince Li Hong's heart become heavier and heavier.
In the previous attack on Chang'an, he had to pay compensation to his fourth brother Li Dan, who had always supported him, and the momentum of both sides was ebbing and flowing.
"Don't worry, Mr. Lu, I will pay attention."
Li Hongping said calmly: "My father has ordered us to start cutting off Chang'an's Winged Austrian Aid. Compared to Dahe Longmen and Tingshan Academy, they are much weaker, so let's put them first."
Lu Meng smiled slightly and said, "Tingshan has always been against the wishes of the king, and it is only the king who is generous and cherishes the gentle people that he left them.
Now that they are pushing their limits, they are going with Chang'an and disgracing the gentlemen, which is the path to their own destruction.
Let me leave this place to the old minister."
"Thank you, Prime Minister Lu, for going out personally. With you here, we will definitely succeed immediately." Li Hong said, "The surrounding troops and horses are all at your disposal."
"Thank you, Your Highness." After Lu Meng saluted, he immediately started making arrangements and left the royal capital Luyang that day.
As he set off for Tingshan, there were also Confucian practitioners from Songjiang Academy under his sect who were notified to set off.
The Tang army around Tingshan also began to mobilize.
Lu Meng arrived at the foot of Tingshan Mountain, looked at the mountain peak in front of him, and smiled slightly.
When he became the dean of Tingshan Academy, he was killed by the Eastern Tang Dynasty.
The reason for not eradicating the roots was because Tang Wang Li Xuanxin wanted to subjugate and divide the scholars here for his own use.
However, over the years, few students from Tingshan Academy have entered the court as officials, and most of them studied behind closed doors here.
For Songyang Academy and Lu Meng, this is naturally the best.
It seems that King Tang finally lost his patience this time.
Lu Meng told the general of the Tang Army beside him: "Your Majesty has ordered that Tingshan Academy colludes with the Chang'an rebellious party to commit rebellion. The law cannot be pardoned. It will be closed down immediately. Everyone in the academy will be captured. Anyone who resists will be killed."
"I obey the king's orders." The general responded, then raised his arm and waved forward.
Everyone surrounding the mountain began to attack immediately.
Lu Meng and the Confucian practitioners from Songyang Academy around him all stared at the green mountains in front of them.
If the practitioners of Tingshan Academy resist, they will personally take action and help the army suppress it.
At this moment, in a simple academy on the mountain, Li Zhibin, the principal of the academy, bowed his head to all the students:
"Li, for his own selfish interests, has brought harm to the entire academy. He is unworthy of everyone and must bear the blame for his death.
If anyone is willing to defect to the Eastern Tang Dynasty, go ahead and don’t lose your life because of Li.”
A group of students hurriedly stepped forward and helped Li Zhibin up: "Sir, please don't say that. We, the scholars, are so powerful that we cannot bend. How can we grovel because of swords and crossbows under the mountain?"
"Yes, sir, Brother Li has been studying with us for more than ten years. He is your son and our classmate. We will only be happy if he can be saved."
"The Eastern Tang Dynasty was violent, how can you, sir, blame yourself?"
All the students were talking about it.
Li Jun was grateful and ashamed at the same time.
An old man next to him helped Li Zhibin and his son up: "If you want to succumb to the swords and guns of the Tang Army, you will be as servile as Songyang Lu Meng and others. We all succumbed a few years ago. Why should the teacher die in vain?"
Li Zhibin shook his head and sighed: "If it weren't for Jun'er and me, we could at least study in the mountains for a few more years."
The old man is none other than Wan Li, the current dean of Tingshan Academy.
He patted Li Zhibin on the shoulder: "You can study anywhere. I don't want to sit here and wait to die."
He turned to everyone and said: "The Eastern Tang Dynasty was unkind, so we had to leave Tingshan, break out, and study elsewhere. What do you think?"
"Okay!" Everyone shouted in unison.
Someone even shouted: "Mr. Li and Brother Li both said that Chang'an is good, so we will just go there."
However, some people hesitated: "The crime Dong Tang charged us with was colluding with Chang'an, but we didn't..."
"The Eastern Tang Dynasty was tyrannical, so it turned against the Tang Dynasty!" said a student next to him: "Now it seems that Chang'an is the most likely to succeed in the rebellion against the Tang Dynasty. It places more emphasis on culture and education than other places."
Dean Wan Li raised his hand to stop everyone's discussion: "First break out of the tight siege. Let's start quickly. Keep everything simple and don't waste time."
He asked Li Zhibin and another instructor from the Seventh Realm to lead people down the mountain first: "There are some things in the academy that are difficult to take away, but they cannot be left to the Eastern Tang Dynasty to deal with."
"I'll go too." Li Zhibin said, "I happened to have something related to Chang'an, but I didn't bother to talk about it before."
Wan Li frowned, but did not object and only urged other students to leave quickly.
When the others had almost left, Wan Li looked at Li Zhibin: "I am the dean of the academy."
Li Zhibin nodded calmly: "So, it is your turn to lead everyone to a new world."
The two of them had a tacit understanding.
There are people out there who are brilliant and talented, at least great scholars in the eighth realm.
It was probably Lu Meng, the dean of Songyang Academy, who arrived in person.
As long as he is here, someone must cut off the rear, otherwise no one can leave.
I didn’t talk about it just now because I was afraid of damaging other people’s morale.
"You have just reunited with your son, so you'd better leave as soon as possible."
Dean Wan Li smiled slightly: "I am an old man, alone, without children, and in his waning years. His time is short. I took over as the dean because he was good at making peace with the Eastern Tang Dynasty.
In terms of truth, knowledge, and virtue, even old age is not as good as you. You are in your prime, and you still have a great future. It is only a matter of time for you to govern the country, and there is hope for peace in the world."
"Since I put the academy in danger for Jun'er, I have no virtue at all."
Li Zhibin listened to the shouts of killing from the Tang army outside getting closer and closer: "Even if we can break out, I don't know how many students will suffer because of my father and son. How can I face them in the future?"
Wan Li's expression darkened slightly when he heard this.
"When I go out, I am ashamed of my ancestors and the students who died. I can only hide my face and die. It is better to redeem some of my sins here."
Li Zhibin took off a jade pendant from his body and handed it to Wan Li: "Zhuo Jing died early. Once I leave, Jun'er will have no relatives. Please allow me to be selfish for the last time. I hope you will take care of Jun'er again in the future."
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After saying that, he bowed to Wanli.
When Wan Li tried to persuade him again, Li Zhibin raised his head and said sternly: "If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave!"
Dean Wan looked up to the sky and sighed, took the jade pendant, bowed to Li Zhibin, and ran up the back mountain to catch up with the others.
Li Zhibin breathed a long sigh of relief, walked out of the academy gate, and looked at the Eastern Tang army that was already approaching, with a peaceful look on his face.
"Li Zhibin, the head of Tingshan Mountain, lives and dies with Tingshan Mountain today. Although Tingshan Mountain is destroyed, the jackals should be buried!"
His voice was calm and could be heard from afar.
His rich cultural talent soared into the sky and merged with the natural aura from all directions.
The air suddenly became hot, as if there was an invisible force that was constantly rubbing against it.
The next moment, a fire broke out in the mountain.
The fire quickly spread throughout Tingshan and turned into a sea of flames.
At the foot of the mountain, everyone in Songyang Academy saw this and started writing poems about the rain, the river, or the sea.
So you can see a large number of rivers, lakes and seas transformed into reality, and a large amount of water pouring towards Tingshan Mountain.
But the Tingshan fire not only did not extinguish, but intensified and rushed towards these Songyang Academy disciples.
Dean Lu Meng of Songyang waved his hand, and his literary talent suddenly flashed with brilliance and transformed into a huge shining pen that was ten meters long.
The edge of the pen is everywhere, the river and the sea are suddenly revealed, blocking the fierce fire.
Lu Meng frowned slightly: "Wanli and the others want to run away?"
He walked flatly on the blue clouds and reached mid-air. He ignored the fire at Tingshan Mountain and chased after it across the mountain peak.
But at this moment, the fire on the mountain went further, and the flames flew into the sky and rolled towards Lu Meng.
Lu Meng controlled the giant pen in the air to sweep downwards, and the flames were suddenly unable to get close.
But the flames suddenly condensed and turned into a huge brush that was more than ten meters long.
Lu Meng was shocked when he saw this.
The magical power of Ruyuan Jubi should be at the eighth level of Confucianism, and only great Confucians can possess it in the realm of governing the country.
How can Li Zhibin achieve the seventh realm?
Lu Meng took a closer look and saw Li Zhibing vomiting blood and writing with a pen dipped in his own blood as ink.
One by one, the blood-red words soared in the fierce fire, and finally condensed into a giant Ruyuan pen, sweeping across the people of Songyang.
Lu Meng himself was stopped by him, and the other disciples of Songyang Academy were even more defeated.
Li Zhibin published a fatal poem that cost him his own life, as well as the lives of many Tang soldiers and Songyang students.
Lu Meng was furious, and Ruyuan's giant pen fell down, incorporating Songyang Academy's classic doctrine "Breaking the Cliff and the Corner", and cutting the giant pen that Li Zhibin's literary talent condensed into almost bald.
Li Zhibin shouted loudly, and his own body also burst into flames.
His Ruyuan giant pen is also integrated into the classic philosophy of Tingshan Academy "Bingbi Zhishu".
The nearly bare pen barrel shot straight into the sky, deflected Lu Meng's giant pen, and hit his chest!
Lu Meng shouted loudly, causing the giant wooden pen in front of him to shake, but he was still hit in the chest.
He spurted out a mouthful of blood and was beaten to the ground.
Some surviving Songyang students stepped forward to catch Lu Meng with difficulty.
Everyone was shocked and looked back towards the mountain.
Tingshan has been burned to the ground, and the fire is gradually extinguished.
The academy in the mountain was reduced to nothing, with only a charred figure still standing, as if it had become part of the Pavilion Mountain.