Everyone was surprised by the scene before them, the four murderous graves, and Tang Yiyuan's excited expression.
In the impression of Tang Wu and others, Tang Yiyuan was a wise man, and the "elder" of the whole clan. He was wise, gentle, calm and deep. There was always a profoundness in his words and gestures that could see through the vicissitudes of life, which made people unable to understand but also awe-inspiring.
, just like the emperor's sacrifice back then.
He has won the respect and love of the entire clan. Even when the clan council suffered such severe trauma, the whole clan still respected him and would still call him "Old Dean" sincerely, including them, the military commanders.
In their impression, they had never seen Tang Yiyuan lose his composure or have any emotional fluctuations. He had always been like a deep lake, without waves or waves.
What happened today...
Who is worthy of Tang Yiyuan kneeling down in person? Or is he arrogant and speechless?
No one made a sound, and did not break the oppressive silence at this moment.
Tang Yan looked back at Tang Chen and looked at each other. The other party nodded gently and walked forward, standing side by side with Tang Yan, waiting for the coming moment together and accepting the answer that was coming.
They all have wisdom and have already foreseen the complexity of things. Many things may not be as simple or as extreme as they imagined.
In fact, this feeling has always been hidden deep in their hearts, but it became real and strong at this moment. They no longer resisted excessively, did not deliberately resist, and accepted it calmly.
Brother and sister Tang Bing also walked behind them. Their true feelings for the scene in front of them were complicated, but they couldn't tell whether they were resistant or accepting. In short...just wait...
"Where's Mr. Tang? Why don't you let him out yet?" Tang Bingbing reminded Tang Yan coldly.
Tang Yan covered his left eye, absorbed the Tang Fu inside, and released it to the front.
Tang Fu had long lost his temper and was too lazy to scold him anymore, but the surrounding situation really surprised him: "What are you doing...???"
The five marshals?! The old dean? The three giants of the Military Academy? And... my father...
Tang Cang and others turned their heads steadily and exchanged glances. Damn it, this kid also arrested Tang Fu? No wonder no one was seen from the beginning to the end. He was locked up!
"Wait patiently and don't talk." Tang Chen reminded Tang Fu.
"Everyone kneel down." Prince Cang turned his back to them and spoke softly. The majesty he had always shown turned into a sad whisper and a murmur of memories at this moment.
Ah? Kneel down?
Tang Fengye, Tang Zhibai, Tang Yuanque, these are all proud and proud figures. Tang Wu, Tang Wuxiang and others are all military marshals, high above them, commanding millions of troops.
Except for the high-altitude emperor, except for the parents of heaven and earth, their knees will never bend.
Who are buried in these four barren tombs?
"Can you give me an explanation..." Tang Wu was about to speak.
"Kneel down, they are worthy of your kneeling. Tang Yan, Tang Chen, please kneel down too." Prince Cang's tone contained an unquestionable order, and the terrifying aura accompanying the imperial power oppressed everyone even more.
After a moment of silence and hesitation, Tang Fengye and others slowly knelt down. Tang Wu and others also knelt among the gravel. However, everyone was kneeling on one knee, and they all looked up at the four barren graves with suspicion.
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Tang Yiyuan spat out faintly: "Inside the four barren graves... are the four elders of the Clan Affairs Council. For fifty years, they have suffered humiliation, bullying, being reviled by the people, and their bones are buried in the barren ridge. They are monsters."
The Eldar have contributed too much, they have dignity and life, it’s time to give them a clean slate.”
"Four elders?" When they heard these four words, Tang Wu and others almost stood up in anger.
The reason for the unprecedented tragedy that year was that the four elders of the Clan Council were ambitious and assisted Prince Cang in creating a large number of disguises, which blinded the entire military.
They took advantage of their positions to defraud the late emperor's trust and succumbed to their own ambitions.
Afterwards, the four elders were beaten to death, nailed to a pillar of shame for thirty years, and then thrown into the wilderness.
The desolate ending barely calmed down the anger of the tribe, but they were still hated.
Especially the military marshals, sometimes they even wanted to pull these four people out of the graveyard and point at the bones and yell at them angrily.
But……
Tang Yiyuan's words later suppressed the anger they had just raised. They continued to wait, continued to be strange, and continued...listening...
"Fifty years have passed since the late emperor died in battle. You are all waiting for an answer, waiting for me to respond directly to the betrayal of the past. Today... everything that should come has come. You are the demon spirit tribe.
The pillars of the Demon Spirit Clan, your existence supports the prosperity of the Demon Spirit Clan, you need to know this secret."
Prince Cang didn't look like an upright emperor at the moment. He spoke calmly and calmly, which weakened the fear and oppression in everyone's hearts.
Tang Yiyuan knelt down in front of the barren grave exhausted, murmuring softly, his voice drifting in the cold wind among the barren ridges.
"We, the Demon Spirit Clan, are strong and unyielding. I, the Demon Spirit Emperor, live as a hero and die as a ghost hero. From ancient times to the present, the Demon Spirit Clan has always died standing up and never lived on its knees.
We, the Demon Spirit Clan, are proud, dignified, and loyal. We can do things and things we can't do. We can be ambitious, but we must have a bottom line. We can have goals, but we must never lose ourselves.
The ancestral precepts of the clan are engraved with the iron law - when desires are out of control, when ambition blinds the eyes, when suicide has given up thoughts, when self-destruction has cleared eyes.
How to deal with betrayal?
If you can’t do it, how can we do it?”
Tang Yiyuan's voice was very soft and slow, and every word was soaked with emotion. They were so heavy, as if they were carved on lead stone, and hammered into everyone's hearts.
Tang Wu and others looked at Prince Cang and then at Tang Yiyuan. No matter what feelings of responsibility they had, no matter what thoughts and rebellion they had about the past and the present, at this moment... they all realized something...
They knelt in a daze, with waves of tingling all over their bodies. They were shocked, not to mention not expecting, but in a trance. How could they not be hazy? Could it be that...could it be that...the rebellion back then was just a show?
Tang Bing and others slowly opened their mouths, speechless and speechless. They were in disbelief, but also had a vague expectation.
But...acting??Why acting??
What kind of shocking conspiracy is worthy of the death of the late emperor?
What kind of Zhetian deployment requires the sacrifice of six slaves?
What kind of special circumstances would prevent even core executives like them from participating?
Tang Yiyuan trembled his lips slightly and whispered slowly: "Since ancient times, the Military Affairs Council and the Military Affairs Council have guarded the same line of sky, and they are the emperor's right and left arms.
The Military Affairs Council maintains the power of the Demon Spirit Clan, and the Clan Affairs Council maintains the Demon Spirit Clan’s face.
The word "Military Affairs Council" is too heavy for us. We old guys have devoted all our lives to the Clan Affairs Council, regard the Clan Council as a dream, and regard the glory of guarding the Clan Council as our lives. How can we let go of it?
His perseverance brought shame to the entire Demon Spirit Clan, humiliating him and causing him to be reviled by the world.
Destroying the Clan Council is tantamount to destroying our lives and the dignity of old bones like us.
However, when the mission comes, when the Demon Spirit Tribe needs us to make sacrifices, we... have no reason to refuse...
So what if you were scolded? So what if you were insulted? So what if you were crucified on the pillar of shame for thirty years? So what if your body was dumped in a barren grave for twenty years? We...we...can bear it!"
Tang Yiyuan's words were very soft, but very trembling. He wandered leisurely in the desolate tombs. He spoke freely and freely, but his face was filled with tears. These words were very soft, but how much meaning did they have? Outsiders would never be able to understand.
"Back then, when they accepted the emperor's order and accepted the mission, and the Military Academy needed to make a decision, you can't imagine how hesitant and painful the four great elders felt.
Once they nod, once they accept, it will be equivalent to destroying the Clan Council, their own reputation for life, their own dignity, and their own descendants.
I didn't force them, and the late emperor didn't force them, but they... agreed in the end... For the Demon Spirit Clan, and for the first emperor, they... dedicated everything, including their lives, their dignity, and their perseverance.
I will never forget that in the Weiyang Palace that day, the four of them smiled, but with tears on their faces... They only said one thing, only one sentence - Jin obeyed the emperor's order and had no regrets."
Everyone was silent and silent, all staring at Tang Yiyuan's old back, his rickety body, and his gently shaking shoulders.
A strange light gradually shone in everyone's eyes, and their lips and teeth opened slightly unconsciously.
Tang Yiyuan sighed: "You are right, the death of the late emperor is a game, a game that has been laid out for thousands of years, and a game with no end in sight.
From the death of Ma Long to the decline of the Ghost Dragon Group Army, from the deployment of the Clan Council to Prince Cang's rebellion; from the death of the late emperor in battle to the burial of the six slaves; from Prince Cang's alliance with the Star Clan, Ling Clan, Taotie, and
The demon clan went to Hold the Line of Heaven to take over the demon spirit clan; it was sent from Tang Yan to the Qitian Continent, and to the demon body of Long Kui.
Even including the execution of senior officials of the Clan Affairs Council and Tang Chen's imperial lineage, all were planned from the beginning.
For this game, we sacrificed many people, sacrificed many things, and paid a lot of price. Some things were forced, and some were necessary missions.
We have great hopes for this game, but no one knows how history will develop.
I am grateful to the heaven and my late emperor. In just fifty years, all the hardships have been rewarded... Long Kui has awakened, Tang Yan is back, and we, the Demon Spirit Tribe, have paid a huge price and have been looking forward to the rise for thousands of years... It has finally arrived..."