"Why did he leave! Why did he leave!"

There was a trace of melancholy in Zixin's eyes.

He sent out his Nine-Five Fate, his Twelve True Gods, and completely emptied his cultivation base. He originally planned to fight the Demon Ancestor to the death, but who knew that the Demon Ancestor actually gave in and ran away.

What should you do if the Demon Ancestor runs away?

His cultivation was completely ruined.

The power of Dashang is no longer in his hands, he has now become a decoration, and all the power in the world is in the hands of Yu Qi and Daji.

Zixin was very depressed, not just depressed.

"Your Majesty, do you want to take back your power?" Kai opened his mouth. He understood his Majesty's intentions best.

"Nothing can be done about it," Zi Xin said.

He is now imprisoned in the deep palace and is just a puppet.

"It's not necessarily possible, but there is an opportunity now." Qi looked outside the imperial city with his eyes: "Yu Qi wanted to change the law, which made the world's powerful people backlash, and the whole Shang Dynasty was angry. If the king can stand up at this time, he will definitely

Gain the support of the world's noble families. Moreover, Shi Niang and Yu Qi are at odds with each other, which is also the king's trump card that can defeat Yu Qi."

"He has fallen into a demonic barrier in order to reform. Anyone who dares to stop him will die. King Gu is no exception!" Zi Xin's voice was filled with unspeakable fear.

At this time, the power of Yu Qi is with me, and no one will be afraid of it.

In his heart, he actually complained about the Demon Ancestor even more. It was actually the Demon Ancestor who was a bit unreliable, causing him to abandon his martial arts. Otherwise, how could he be in this situation now?

"Daji and Yu Qi will have a conflict sooner or later. As long as your majesty provokes them a little, the two of them will be beaten to a bloody head and their brains will burst." Chun said quietly.

"No rush, let's contact the powerful people outside first, and then contact Shiniang. The major families pushed Shiniang out, and King Gu took the opportunity to intervene. King Gu remembered it, but he hadn't spoken to this aunt for a long time." Zixin looked at her.

Qi: "Excuse me, please go there in person, remember to keep it secret."

"Yes!" Qi said respectfully, then his body twisted and disappeared into Yuan Qi.

this day

One hundred and eight Confucian sages left Chaoge City and traveled to various parts of the world, each returning to his own homeland.

On this day, the atrocities committed by Yu Qi and Zi Qian began to spread among the people.

On the same day, seventy-two disciples took action and began to assassinate scholars from various places who had dispersed into Kyushu.

Yizhou land

Zigong held a ruler in his hand and looked at the gate of Yizhou's government office in the distance. He carried the ruler behind his back, and the aura of awe and awe flowed around him.

"A gentleman has something to do and something not to do. Yu Qi has bullied others too much and must not be leniently spared. The countless scholars in the north are also the elites of the Confucian sect who have been cultivated. If they can change their minds and join our Confucian sect, our Confucian sect will

You can also accept it and become a tribute to each of my families, sir. If you are still stubborn, you can kill him." After saying this, he turned to look in the direction of Yizhouhou's mansion. Zigong shook his head: "Don't pay attention to Yizhouhou.

He is also a member of the world's powerful people. The existence of Yu Qi also threatens the Yizhou Hou Mansion. If I am willing to take action to muddy the water in Yizhou, I wonder if this old guy will thank me. But then Daji is the Yizhou Hou Mansion.

My daughter, I heard people say that Daji has replaced the emperor to take charge of the Golden Pen of Zhu Criticism..."

Zigong pondered for a moment, then turned and walked towards Yizhou Mansion Office.

The local government officials in Yizhou had been dismissed long ago, and Yu Qi sent Confucian scholars carefully cultivated under the rule of Chongyang Palace.

This is an elite disciple cultivated by the pure Sansan idea. He is full of righteousness and Sansan idea has already penetrated into his heart.

As Zigong walked along, the guards from all walks of life at the Prefecture Government Office turned a blind eye to him. They arrived at the lobby of the Prefecture Government Office Office like a wisp of blue smoke.

"Student Liu Miao, I have seen wise men." A young man in his thirties, with a gentle face and wearing an official uniform was standing in front of the lobby door, looking at Zigong coming from afar and bowing respectfully.

"Do you know I'm coming?" Zigong looked at Liu Miao and saw the awe-inspiring aura flowing around him. It was obvious that he had read to his bones and had profound Confucianism and Taoism.

"At your age, such refined Confucian and Taoist cultivation is rare even among my Confucian family." Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, Zigong felt a love for talents in his heart.

This kind of exquisite Haoran righteousness must be the essence of righteousness that can only be obtained by studying the books of saints and sages.

"In the North, there are countless students like me. My cultivation of Confucianism and Taoism is just ordinary. All the scholars who have great attainments in Confucianism and Taoism have all sneaked into the Chongyang Palace to practice hard in seclusion, but I am the only one.

These incompetent people have just been assigned to relieve the sufferings of all sentient beings and spread my essence of Confucianism throughout the world." Liu Miao smiled softly, then stretched out his hands: "Grand Master, please come in and explain."

Zigong nodded and followed Liu Miao into the main hall: "You haven't answered my words yet. You seem to know that I am coming here?"

"The Holy Master killed Ziqian, and the family will definitely not react without any reaction. We have no choice but to take it out on our disciples from the North." Liu Miao smiled very lightly, very lightly.

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"Hey, since you saw so clearly and knew that I was coming, why didn't you hide? Why didn't you hide? Flee into the deep mountains and old forests, or return to the north to save your life?" Zigong was puzzled: "A gentleman does not stand upright.

Under the dangerous wall, you should understand this truth."

"I understand this truth, but I know better that sacrificing one's life for righteousness. If I leave, who will liberate the people of Yizhou? Who can carry out the ideas of the sages and masters?" Liu Miao looked at Zigong: "The sage knows the truth.

The Holy Master’s abilities, knowing that the Holy Master’s magical powers are so vast and irresistible, why don’t you run away?”

Zigong smiled, then nodded: "Sacrifice your life for righteousness."

"You are so talented. I don't want to take your life. It's a pity that your talent is so great. The Holy Master has fallen into a demonic barrier. If you are willing to change your mind and join my family, I will definitely protect your glory and wealth and your children and grandchildren."

Sun Fu continued to prosper and became one of these masters." Zigong looked at Liu Miao.

"Sir, do you want to cut off my path?" Liu Miao did not answer, but just asked.

"It's a pity, I never thought you would be so stubborn. In this case, you can't blame me." Zigong took a deep breath and slowly took out the ruler: "Let me ask you again, are you willing to surrender to me?"

My family is rich and powerful?"

"The rich and powerful family has reached its end. You still can't see through it, and you can't let it go. Sooner or later, you will be buried with the rich and powerful family." Liu Miao looked at the other party quietly: "It's not too late to look back now."

"You have a Tao that you want to stick to, and I have a family that I want to protect to the death. It's a pity that the Tao doesn't work with each other. Although you are a talented and beautiful person in our Confucian sect, I still can't let go.

Pass you." I saw a milky white light blooming from the ruler in Zigong's hand, and mysterious articles flowed out of the ruler and flew towards Liu Miao opposite: "Today is the day of your death."

Seeing the ruler suppressing it, Liu Miao had no power to resist in front of the direct disciple of Kong Sheng. He was about to be buried under the ruler. Suddenly, he saw a divine light burst out from the void, blooming from the center of Liu Miao's eyebrows, turning into a ray of light.

The cover holds it firmly.

"Dang~"

The ruler fell on the light shield, and only the divine power could be seen flowing without any wavering.

"Zigong, I have been waiting for a long time." The divine light gradually solidified in the distortion, and a figure slowly appeared in the field.

"Yu Qi!!!" Looking at the figure that gradually solidified, Zigong couldn't help but exclaimed in his heart, and then flew back: "No, I've fallen into a trap!"

"Want to leave? It's too late. Now that you're here, stay." I saw the hazy figure's palm stretching out, then twisting in the void, locking a space in time, and Zigong's figure flew back upside down.

"Open it for me!" Zigong suddenly turned around and threw the ruler in his hand. He wanted to use his treasure to fight for a chance of survival, but the innate divine took action. Every move was entangled with the laws of the great road. How could Zigong, a mortal, be able to resist?

?

The ruler collided with the palm, and instantly it was like a mud cow falling into a whirlpool, without any waves rolling up. The palm of the hand was like the sky and the earth, grabbed Zigong, and then took it back.

Then the figure gradually disappeared, and finally turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the ancestral orifice between Liu Miao's eyebrows.

"Farewell to the Holy Master." Looking at the departing Holy Master, Liu Miao stood up and bowed respectfully, with a hint of awe in his eyes: "The Holy Master is indeed very powerful, how can these clowns do it?

Provocative? After today, I am afraid that the one hundred and eight disciples will become extinct."

Xiqi

Xiqifucheng

Zi Yuan held a book in his hand and looked at the city in the distance quietly, with a touch of emotion in his eyes: "It's a pity. We are all Confucian people, but we want to point the butcher knife at our own family. I am also very sad, ancestor."

It’s helpless.”

After speaking, Ziyuan slowly came to Xiqifu City and saw him reciting scriptures in his mouth. The guards guarding the door did not even look at him and allowed him to walk in.

In the lobby of Fucheng, a figure sat quietly, with a jade pen and a document placed in front of him.

At this time, the figure lowered his head, grinding slowly. A pair of eyes stared at the inkstone that was constantly melting, with a look of contemplation in his eyes.

A gust of wind passed through the lobby, and then a figure appeared in the lobby. A pair of eyes looked at the figure sitting in the lobby quietly.

"Liu Wenru?" Ziyuan asked.

"Liu Wenru has seen a wise man." Liu Wenru put down his pen and ink, stood up and bowed respectfully.

Zi Yuan was looking at Liu Wenru, and Liu Wenru was looking at Zi Yuan.

Liu Wenru is fifty-six years old this year, and his hair is all gray, but his whole person has an indescribable energy, standing there as tall and straight as a green pine.

"Would you like to change the court?" Ziyuan asked.

"Hahaha" Liu Wenru raised his head and laughed after hearing this, his voice full of inexplicable weirdness: "Sage, this is wrong."

"Why?" Ziyuan was puzzled.
Chapter completed!