The surface of the ship looks like it was formed by twisted tree vines, with vine branches again extending into the sea in all directions.
At the tip of each rattan, there is a talisman, which is faintly flashing with light.
As the light circulated, there seemed to be sparkling waves surging on the sea around the ship.
Then, there was no wind and huge waves arose, and the sea water kept surging.
Amidst the sound of water flow, curtains of water could be seen rising from the sea and then gathering together to protect the big ship in the center.
At this time, a sharp sword light suddenly flew up from the shore and struck towards the ship in the sea.
The sword light was sharp and powerful, producing a power as heavy as a mountain.
It hasn't completely fallen yet, but just getting close to the sea surface causes the water to vibrate and faintly scatter in all directions.
But the heavy water curtains protecting the ship were able to withstand the powerful sword light.
The light of the sword dissipated, revealing the figure of Fu Jingbo, a master of martial arts in the ninth level and head of Liang Di Nanshan Sect.
Fu Jingbo and Master Huifang looked at each other across the water curtain and nodded at the same time.
The defensive power of this formation is indeed not weak, and it can basically withstand most winds and waves in the deep sea.
Fu Jingbo did not continue to take action, but quietly observed from the side.
Master Huifang, while changing his magic formula, ordered the boatmen to sail the boat.
The big ship fought its way forward through the waves.
But Master Huifang and Fu Jingbo frowned at the same time.
They could clearly feel that the water curtain covering the big ship, or the magic circle with the big ship as the center as the center, produced fluctuations in its movement.
The formation was unstable and gradually became superficial.
The water curtain covering the big ship was much weaker.
Fu Jingbo was confident that he could cut it open with one sword without using all his strength.
Master Huifang also looked serious.
Chen Yu, who was on the boat with him, said: "This is just the beginning. Now that the water curtain is still there, it means that we have already achieved half of the success. The rest just needs to be adjusted slowly."
"What Chen Xiaoyou said is right." Master Huifang nodded slightly: "You really can't be impatient."
Otherwise, what Meng Shen does is physical work, which is mainly time-consuming and labor-intensive, and he also needs a lot of skills.
Master Huifang calmed down and immediately began to figure out the formation again with the cooperation of Chen Yu.
Both Meng Shen and Huifang Zhenren were on the right track, and Zhang Dongyun in the Daming Palace in Chang'an City stopped paying attention.
At this moment, he projected Mr. Wu Yun into the Heavenly Punishment Hall.
In the Heavenly Punishment Hall, there are currently a row of cells holding different numbers of people.
Mr. Wuyun walked over one by one.
In the first cell, there was only an elegant-looking old man.
Seeing Mr. Wu Yun come in, the old man took a deep breath and bowed.
"No gift."
Mr. Wu Yun looked calm and looked at the other person: "These days, you have performed well and your work is serious. Your Majesty has always been magnanimous. You can regain your freedom."
The old man said softly: "Thank you for your grace, sir, and thank you for your care."
"There is no need to mention the care." Mr. Wu Yun said: "However, you should already know that Shuofeng Academy has become history."
The elegant old man in front of him was Yan Sheng, the former vice president of Shuofeng Academy in the Northern Qi Dynasty.
He was captured by Chang'an early along with Gao Zheng, the second son of King Qi, and others.
After that, Yan Sheng, who became a prisoner, worked honestly and performed well, and now he can finally regain his freedom.
However, Shuofeng Academy, which used to be the first Confucian school in the Northern Qi Dynasty, has indeed become history now.
The academy was demolished, and most of the teachers and students in the academy were captured and taken to Chang'an.
After hearing what Mr. Wu Yun said, Yan Sheng sighed slightly: "I beg you, Sir, to allow me to rebuild the Shuofeng Academy. Of course, it will be the Shuofeng of Chang'an, not the Shuofeng of the Northern Qi Dynasty."
"You all know the rules, so I won't say any more." Mr. Wu Yun said calmly: "Even if it's the northern Qi Shuo Feng, it's nothing."
When Yan Sheng heard this, a chill ran down his back.
For Chang'an City, having another Shuofeng Academy in the Northern Qi Dynasty is really nothing.
It's nothing more than destroying it again.
"Don't dare, don't dare."
Yan Sheng said quickly: "Previously, the old man and others did not understand God's grace, offended Chang'an, and went against the general trend. From now on, we will not dare to make the same mistake again."
Those who ended their prison life with him and regained their freedom were other Shuofeng Academy students.
These people will be the foundation for Yan Sheng to rebuild Shuofeng.
However, they were all like him and did not dare to disobey Chang'an again.
As for those Shuofeng students who refused to surrender, there was no doubt that they would continue to undergo labor reform slowly.
"It depends on your performance." Mr. Wu Yun said calmly.
"I dare not disappoint His Majesty and Sir's high expectations." Yan Sheng replied respectfully.
Mr. Wu Yun took him out of the cell together, and then waved his hand casually, and Yan Sheng immediately withdrew.
The old man in black walked into the second cell.
The person inside was a stern-looking middle-aged man dressed in fine clothes.
From his body, there seemed to be an extremely sharp aura, like a steel gun.
Xiao Kun, who practices the Fulong Spear, a secret technique passed down from the Nanliang royal family in the past, has a martial arts mentality that has completely integrated into his own blood.
But at this moment, this straight and sharp spear seems to be gradually bending, so that its sharpness is not as strong as before.
"I have met Mr. Wuyun." Xiao Kun lowered his head and said slowly.
Mr. Wu Yun came to him: "I won't mention anything unnecessary. This opportunity is rare, so you should seize it carefully."
Xiao Kun said: "Sir, please rest assured, I understand."
When the lord of Chang'an City took action himself, only he and Lin Ying were able to save their lives.
Tang Wang Li Xuanxin and others who were traveling with him at that time all died without a burial place.
That scene is forever engraved in Xiao Kun's heart, and he dare not forget it for a moment.
During these days, it has even become a nightmare-like existence, which prevents him from having any thoughts of rebellion.
"Are you planning to return to your hometown of Liang?" Mr. Wuyun asked.
Xiao Kun shook his head gently: "Please allow me, sir, to settle elsewhere and serve Chang'an."
Mr. Wu Yun said nonchalantly: "Okay."
Xiao Kun made the same choice as Xiao Zhaoyuan's son Xiao Hui.
In a sense, as a person from Xiao Keye's era, he will be even more eye-catching than Xiao Hui when he returns to Liang.
After all, he is a martial arts master in the eighth realm.
Moreover, the Liang clan inherited the exquisite and powerful Fulong Spear.
In the same realm, other people in Liangdi may not be able to defeat him.
By then, everyone will definitely join forces to target him, making it difficult for him to move forward.
Instead of doing this, it would be better to work hard somewhere else.
If there is a chance to break through to the ninth realm, there is no harm in returning to Liangdi at that time.
Xiao Kun naturally has no intention of restoring the Southern Liang Dynasty, but if he reaches the ninth level, he will not have to worry about other people in the old Liang land joining forces to suppress him.
Zhang Dongyun naturally didn't care much about this, and the Mr. Wuyun he projected immediately agreed to Xiao Kun's request.
Xiao Kun had already thought about where to go and was just waiting for Mr. Wu Yun to nod.
Now that Mr. Wu Yun gave his permission, he immediately went to Jin to seek refuge with Wei Chong, the head of the Wei family.
In his early years, when he left the Southern Liang Dynasty to travel, he had a good relationship with Wei Chong, the head of the Wei family.
Because the Wei family was the first to defect to Chang'an, it is now flourishing in Jin.
With Wei Chong and the Wei family taking care of him, Xiao Kun didn't have to worry about being an outsider suddenly running to Jin, causing dissatisfaction among other local people.
If that were the case, Xiao Kun would be the same as staying in Liangdi.
But now, he can sit back and relax.
Xiao Kun left, and Mr. Wu Yun then came to the third cell.
This time, there were two people in the cell.
One is old and the other is middle-aged, both of them have the aura of Confucianism.
The former is Cheng Jingyuan, the elder of the Cheng family in the Eastern Tang Dynasty, and the latter is Cheng Luo, who is also from the Cheng family.
After Mr. Wu Yun came in, the two of them saluted together: "I have met Mr. Wu Yun."
"I have seen the performance of the two of you these days, but..."
Mr. Wu Yun's eyes fell on Cheng Luo: "You can regain your freedom."
His eyes turned to Cheng Jingyuan: "But you can't."
Cheng Luo looked at his uncle in embarrassment.
Cheng Jingyuan's old face looked much calmer, as if he had expected it.
Cheng Luo, since he was captured in Chang'an, has been imprisoned and worked as a coolie to atone for his sins.
And he, Cheng Jingyuan, was redeemed by the Eastern Tang Dynasty on the way.
He reported some matters related to Chang'an City to the Eastern Tang Dynasty. As a result, when the Eastern Tang Dynasty fell, the Cheng family also suffered.
Cheng Jingyuan entered the palace for the second time and became a prisoner of Chang'an again.
In this way, he was equivalent to opposing Chang'an twice and three times, and his crime was doubled.
Now that Cheng Luo and others have redeemed their sins, been punished, and have received mercy from Chang'an, they can regain their freedom. However, Cheng Jingyuan may not be so lucky.
"I am willing to continue to be a prisoner to atone for my sins. I only hope that Chang'an can forgive the other Cheng family children. They are just following the orders of Lao Chen and others." Cheng Jingyuan bowed again.
"Everything is arranged by itself, you don't need to worry too much."
Mr. Wu Yun’s tone was neither salty nor cool: “As for you, it’s better to focus on yourself and sincerely repent.”
Cheng Jingyuan said respectfully: "I understand, I must remember your teacher's teachings."
The Cheng family was once very close to the Li family of the Eastern Tang Dynasty, so when the Eastern Tang Dynasty collapsed, it was naturally liquidated.
Many people, including the head of the family, Cheng Qing, fell under the butcher's knife of Chang'an.
It is obviously impossible to say that the Cheng family had no hatred at all at the beginning.
But the coolie life after being imprisoned continued to wear away their resentment and pride.
Some people refuse to give in.
But some people gradually began to lower their heads.
They had to consider the issue of family survival.
Therefore, many members of the Cheng family, including Cheng Jingyuan and Cheng Luo, began to sincerely bow to Chang'an City.
Even though she is still stuck and unable to free herself, Cheng Jingyuan has no complaints and accepts it calmly.
Cheng Luo asked Mr. Wu Yun for instructions: "Sir, if this junior can strive to achieve some meritorious service, can it be exchanged for my uncle's early freedom?"
"It depends on your performance..." Mr. Wu Yun said calmly: "It also depends on his own performance."