The first edict issued by Prime Minister Tianxuan Han was to summon the Confucian and Taoist masters of Zhongzhou and the spiritual cultivators to accompany them to the imperial city.
Confucianism and Taoism control Tianxuan, but most of the Confucianism and Taoism masters are already in the imperial city, and some are sitting on one side with important responsibilities.
As for some scattered Confucian and Taoist cultivators, who live in seclusion in the mountains, or teach and educate people like Dongfang Shu, they don't care about power.
These Confucian and Taoist masters outside the imperial city did not move even when Wen Mo Sheng was around.
Most of the spiritual practitioners in the Tianxuan world are in sects, and those who are powerful in the heaven realm rarely participate in the important affairs of the dynasty.
Han Muye issued an edict to let them go to the imperial city.
Can it be done?
Looking at the shining golden handwriting, a trace of hesitation flashed in Yun Duan's eyes, and she finally did not speak.
In her opinion, it would be best for Han Muye to enter the imperial city and devote himself to governing Tianxuan for decades, and then slowly gain recognition from all parties.
Such a direct edict was directly confronting those great monks.
One bad move may damage the majesty of the new prime minister.
If the majesty of a country is seriously damaged, it will lose the support of the people and the destiny of the country, and nothing can be done to make up for it in the future.
"Where's Huang Zhihu?"
Han Muye looked at Yun Duan, who was a little dazed.
"Zhihu led the Xuanyang Guard army to suppress the Daomen in the eight southeastern counties."
Yun Dang hurriedly opened her mouth to answer.
Suppress Taoism.
The Taoist sect is not stable enough, and the Prime Minister's edict may not be listened to.
This is Yun Dang's extraneous meaning.
Quietly looking up at Han Muye, Yun Dang believed that it was impossible for him not to understand.
Han Muye's expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand and a silk book appeared.
"Edict, Nanhuang Qian Yiming returns to Zhongzhou. With this order, all those who disobey Tianxuan will be destroyed and their inheritance will be destroyed."
There are golden writings shining on the purple edict, and there is blood-red red in it.
Yun Duan stared at the edict with wide eyes.
The edict written by Han Muye represents more than just himself.
His words and deeds represent the Tianxuan Dynasty, Tianxuan Confucianism and Taoism, and the way of heaven in the Tianxuan world!
The way of heaven has always emphasized stability and balance, but when did it become so intense!
"Xiang Han, this -"
Yun Duan opened her mouth, then paused, nodded and said, "Okay."
If what she saw in front of her today was written in words, she would never ask.
After all, she herself felt that Han Muye's foundation was too shallow.
Han Muye said no more and slowly closed his eyes.
He is not a literary person.
He won't play big games.
His mind was only on the situation he could see.
To protect Tianxuan, that's all.
Since the beginning of the Taoist struggle, he has been trying his best to increase the bargaining chips in his hands.
Sword Pill, Sword Formation, Foreign Aid.
After traveling to the Endless Sea, he gained several powerful allies.
The wild unicorn mythical beast.
The Jiangge power of Liukui Pavilion.
The Confucian and Taoist forces in Wenyuan Pavilion.
The key is that he also has the support of the Endless Heavenly Lord.
The power of the Endless Sea is coming.
Not only the various parties on Shattered Star Island, Han Muye's backup also included Huang Laoliu outside the dam, and the sword cultivators recruited by Gu Yuening in the Qingyou Realm.
Qi Yang Tianzun will not come in person, but there will be enough support.
At least two powerful Heavenly Masters, at least the top trends in the world in the five directions, and at least ten Dao Ancestor level cultivators, these are Han Muye's real support.
Regarding all parties in the Tianxuan world, Han Muye no longer had the intention to deal with them.
If Prime Minister Wen were still in charge of Tianxuan, he might still seek stability.
But Han Muye is not a writer.
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The fleet moved forward and crossed Zhongzhou.
The governors from various counties below came to pay homage.
Yun Dang came forward to comfort him, but Han Muye did not show up.
The two edicts have spread throughout Zhongzhou. Some of the Confucian and Taoist masters and masters of the heavenly realm did not hesitate to leave for the imperial city, while others were waiting and watching, while others did not take it seriously.
When a new official takes office, he is already so wanton before he even takes the position?
Regardless of whether they are Confucian and Taoist practitioners who live in seclusion, or those who are major cultivators of Taoist sects and heavenly realms, they all disdain to abide by the orders in the edict.
Can Han Muye still kill people himself?
The power of heaven and earth is in his hands. If Han Muye takes action in Tianxuan, I believe no one can defeat him.
But that's just him.
His authority was not yet stable, and he had not even entered the imperial city yet. The edicts he issued were empty of words and lacked the blessing of the power of heaven and earth.
Yes, take this as an edict.
If you don't recognize it, treat it as waste paper.
Zhongzhou, Liangsu City, garrison mansion.
Three great Confucian and Taoist cultivators were sitting around.
Bai Hao, who guards Liangsu City, is a Confucian and Taoist master, and sits on top of it. The other two are Fang Mingshan, a Confucian and Taoist master in the city, and Zhu Huan, a great Confucian who lives in seclusion in Liangsu Mountain.
At this time, a purple edict was placed in front of the three people.
This is the edict distributed, and it is Han Muye's first edict, summoning the Confucian and Taoist masters of Zhongzhou and the Lingdao Heaven Realm to the imperial city.
Of course, this one is just a copy.
"When a new official takes office, the first fire will burn through Tianxuan..." The old man wearing a green robe in front of Bai Hao spoke in a low voice.
He was Zhu Huan, a great Confucian who lived in seclusion in Liangsu Mountain. He was already a Confucian and Taoist master, and he also taught at the Imperial City Academy.
Having lived in the imperial city, Zhu also knew the general situation of Tianxuan.
The imperial city has the power to suppress everything.
Just one Imperial City Academy can sweep Tianxuan away.
Bai Hao, who was in charge, showed a bitter look on his face: "It's okay for you, you don't have anything to worry about. You can leave if you want, and it's convenient to go to the imperial city. I have a lot of things to do, which is really troublesome."
Zhu Huan nodded and sighed softly.
Since the beginning of the Taoist dispute, several Taoist gates outside Liangsu City have become unstable.
Especially the Jinyu Taoist Sect on the Jinyu Mountain three thousand miles outside the city, three heavenly masters are in charge. The great elder Chaoyan Taoist has reached the eighth level of out-of-body cultivation and can compete with Bai Hao head-on.
Over the years, Bai Hao has tried his best to maintain the situation in Liangsu City.
If it weren't for the assistance of Zhu Huan and Fang Mingshan, Bai Hao alone would not be able to suppress the situation in Liangsu City.
"I'll just clean it up, there aren't that many trivial things." Zhu Huan said in a low voice.
Opposite him, the old man in a moon-white brocade robe shook his head, a sneer flashed across his face, and stretched out his hand to press the edict in front of him: "So, Brother Zhu, are you planning to go to the imperial city?"
Zhu Huan raised his head, with a flash of surprise in his eyes, and looked at the old man: "Brother Mingshan, aren't you going?"
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Although Fang Mingshan has profound Confucianism and Taoism, he is not so obedient.
"Fang has recently devoted himself to studying epigraphy and calligraphy, and is preparing to write a new book. He really doesn't have time to go to the imperial city." Fang Mingshan stood up, bowed to Zhu Huan and Bai Hao, turned around, and strode away.
How dare you go!
Zhu Huan opened his mouth to persuade, but Bai Hao raised his hand to stop him.
Looking at Fang Mingshan's back, Bai Hao whispered: "He had a lot of private contacts with the Jinyu Dao Sect some time ago. I think he already has his own ideas."
Colluding with Daomen?
Zhu Huan's eyes flashed with worry.
"What should you do, City Lord?"
The situation is like this. If Bai Hao goes to the imperial city, he may lose Liangsu City. The loss of such a guarded place will be a serious crime.
If Bai Hao does not go to the imperial city, he will be violating the edict of the new prime minister.
The new Prime Minister will violate the first edict issued by him. I don’t know what kind of punishment he will receive in the future.
Zhu Huan himself was a hermit. He had seen the prosperity of the imperial city and was aware of the power in the world. Regardless of whether Bai Hao went to the imperial city or not this time, there would probably be no good results.
"Hey, there are still some quiet places on my Liangsu Mountain..." From Zhu Huan's point of view, it was a foregone conclusion that Bai Hao would lose his official position.
He raised his eyes to look at Bai Hao, but he was stunned.
At this time, Bai Hao looked calm, without any doubts!
Seeing Fang Mingshan looking at him, Bai Hao raised his hand and placed the second edict on the table.
Seeing the blood-colored handwriting on the edict, Fang Mingshan trembled all over and felt a chill surge through him.
"This, the new Prime Minister will use iron and blood methods to directly suppress Tianxuan?"
Using iron-blooded methods, how many people will die?
Is it true that the foundation of Confucianism and Taoism that has been built by Wenxiang and Tianxuan for thousands of years must be destroyed all at once?
"Haha, Prime Minister Han is a swordsman." Bai Hao said lightly with a smile on his face.
Sword cultivation can be done differently from ordinary Confucianism.
Han Muye was appointed as the Prime Minister of the country, and the story about Han Muye spread quickly in Tianxuan.
The swordsmanship in Western Xinjiang banishes immortals, a sword runs rampant in the East China Sea, poems are used as swords, and sword elixirs are refined in the imperial city...
Hearing Bai Hao's words, Zhu nodded.
Considering Han Muye's background, such an edict is not surprising.
Perhaps, Prime Minister Wen gave the position to Han Muye because he valued his background as a swordsman and his decisiveness in killing?
"Nanhuang Qian Yiming, although his methods are brutal, his combat power and cultivation, as well as the strength of the soldiers under his command, are far behind." Zhu Huan whispered worriedly.
"If it's Butcher Lu who returns, I'm somewhat sure..."
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Changhe County, southeast of Zhongzhou.
Fengcheng Taoist Sect, located in the rolling mountains, is a Taoist sect with a long tradition.
The inheritance of Fengcheng Dao Sect can be traced back to 50,000 years ago. There are countless masters in the sect, including two in the Heaven Realm Transformation God.
Nowadays, Dao fights in the world and transforms into gods. It is the first-class combat power in the world.
Fengcheng Daozong, who has two major cultivators of transformation gods, is not afraid of anyone.
What's more, Huang Zhihu, who was originally suppressing the army in the southeast, led the sword cultivator army to the imperial city.
As soon as Huang Zhihu left, countless messenger talismans flew to Fengcheng Daozong.
In the main hall of the Fengcheng Dao Sect, the first sect leader Wuyun Daojun and the great elder Baicheng Daojun were sitting together, and below there were more than a dozen heaven-level out-of-body and Nascent Souls standing in two directions.
In front of everyone, there were two purple edicts.
"Everyone, what do you think?"
Taojun Wuyun looked down and spoke calmly.
There was some noise in the main hall, but when Daojun Wuyun spoke, it suddenly became quiet.
Everyone looked at each other.
"Sect Master, Taoist Master Changzhi of the Mingxuan Taoist Sect has sent a message and wants to come for a visit." After a while, Taoist Hefeng, who was in charge of the sect's external affairs, finally spoke.
He took out a jade slip in his hand, and then said: "There are also Shanghe Taoist Sect, Liuyuan Taoist Sect, Zhengyang Taoist Temple..."
One jade slip after another is an invitation from all parties in the Taoist sect.
The jade slips that Taoist Hefeng took out made many people in the hall look happy.
There was also a trace of hesitation on a few people's faces.
"Sect Master, that Xuanyang Fat Tiger has left the southeast, now is a good opportunity!" A white-bearded old man said in a low voice with a flash of light in his eyes.
"What Elder Lu said is that Tianxuan's cultivation is supposed to be prosperous, and Confucianism and Taoism suppress all parties. It really makes no sense. The current situation is an excellent opportunity for our Taoist sect." Someone couldn't help it anymore and spoke loudly.
In the main hall, discussions suddenly broke out.
From whispers at the beginning to loud voices later, the atmosphere gradually became warm.
Several of the main combatants' faces were already flushed, and their blood was boiling. It seemed that today they would be able to take over the southeastern counties in one fell swoop, and the Taoist sect would stand on its own feet.
A few people who said that the Taoist struggle was prevailing now and that Tianxuan should unite as one, were scolded and did not dare to speak out again.
Up above, the two Taoists looked at each other with smiles on their faces.
The Great Elder Baicheng Taojun, who had been silent all this time, waved his hand, and the hall suddenly fell silent.
"That's all for today's discussion."
After saying that, he pressed his hand on the silk edict in front of him: "What we, Fengcheng Daozong, choose depends on how the Nanhuang guard who was summoned by the new Prime Minister Han does."
Guarding Nanhuang, Qian Yiming.
In the main hall, the smiles on the faces of the main combatants were even brighter.
Qian Yiming, a mere junior with the second level of out-of-body experience, was defeated by Butcher Lu. How capable could he be?
At first, Butcher Lu failed to suppress the eight southeastern counties, and it was only the sword cultivators of Prince Yun Duan and Tianxuan Zhihu that stabilized the situation.
Now that the Sword Cultivator army has left and Butcher Lu has gone to Tianwai, how can he suppress the southeast with just a penny?
At this moment, not only Fengcheng Dao Sect, but the entire Southeast, and even the entire Zhongzhou, all set their sights on Qian Yiming who was still in the Southern Wilderness.
If Qian Yiming can't suppress Southeast, then Han Muye's edict will become a joke.
At this time, in the Xuanyang Guard army camp in Nanhuang, in the large tent of the Chinese army, generals wearing black and red armor sat solemnly.
At the top, Qian Yiming was neatly dressed and looked solemn.
On the long desk in front of him, there was a lavender edict.
All the sitting generals' eyes unconsciously fell on the edict.
This is the new Korean fortune teller.
It was this edict that pushed everyone to the forefront.
"Your Majesty, Commander, the Southern Wilderness Guard Army has been assembled. All military formations have been assembled."
"Eighteen garrison commanders, all present."
Below, the lieutenant in black armor bowed and spoke.
Qian Yiming nodded and waved for the deputy general to return to his position.
He glanced at everyone and reached out to press the edict in front of him.
"Everyone, don't you need me to say anything?"
Everyone stood up and bowed without moving.
This is a military camp, not those sects.
Soldiers have a lifelong belief in obeying orders.
Qian Yiming slowly stood up, holding the edict in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "The Southern Wasteland garrison will set off immediately for Zhongzhou."
"Anyone who disobeys the order of the Prime Minister will be killed without mercy."
In the big tent, the eighteen guards bowed, turned around and left.
Then, outside the military tent, the sound of neat military orders and footsteps came.
In the military tent, Qian Yiming looked at the edict in his palm.
This is Han Muye's own handwriting.
Holding the purple cloth tightly, sword intent came from it.
Different from the writing style, Han Xiang's handwriting does not have such vigorous aura, but is full of sword energy.
"Sweep Tianxuan, and then lead the army to fight outside Tianxuan. I, Qian Yiming, have been waiting for this day for a long time."
He whispered in his mouth, and the golden light flashed on the edict in his hand.
A golden sword light emerged.
Three hundred and sixty-one rays of sword light transformed into the Zhoutian Sword Formation, floating quietly in front of Qian Yiming.
The Zhoutian Sword Formation gathered together, and its power turned into a curtain of light, on which a map of Zhongzhou was revealed, with dense red light spots on the map.
"Haha, it turns out that so many people and forces have different intentions..." Qian Yiming had a smile on his face.
His eyes searched the light spot for a moment, and then he raised his hand and pressed it on a mountain at the junction of Zhongzhou and Southern Wasteland.
"Nanyuan Taoism, disobedience."
"Destroy."
The sword light vibrated and the light curtain dispersed. Qian Yiming strode out and shouted loudly: "Army, Nanyuan Dao Sect."