Seeing that they were getting closer and closer to the Divine Capital City, a group of cavalry was galloping towards them not far away, holding high the flag of the Dongding Kingdom and dressed in bright red armor.
"The Kingdom of Dongding and the southern countries respectfully welcome His Highness King Xian and deliver the banner, token, tiger talisman and other things. His Highness King Xian is the only one who obeys!" The leading high-ranking knight shouted loudly, and the sound could be heard for hundreds of miles.
On the walls of the divine capital, the officers and soldiers of the imperial army showed no emotion, no disgust, no resentment, and no dissatisfaction, just like bystanders.
The army stopped, and Li Qingxian led the generals to come forward to greet Dongding and the coalition forces of other countries, and calmly received the order talisman.
This red-armored cavalry team was on the side, guarding the advance.
After King Xian's army marched for a while, dust flew up in the southwest, the earth shook, and a cavalry army of ten thousand people came like a whirlwind.
"The army of King Dingnan is here to greet His Highness King Xian. The entire army of King Dingnan is following His Highness King Xian. All orders from King Dingnan are handed over to King Xian!" The person shouting the message was clearly the Marquis of Nanxiang, Meng Huaichuan, Sun Nanxiang, King of Dingnan.
The army stopped for the second time, and Li Qingxian smiled and greeted Meng Huaichuan, receiving the order letter. The two of them walked forward, talking and laughing.
The eyes of the generals on the walls of the divine capital flashed.
That was the Dingnan Army, which even the emperor could not command, but now he handed over the power to King Xian.
Is it that simple?
But the generals sighed when they recalled that Emperor Taining repeatedly targeted King Dingnan and even sent the evil sect of the Demon Sect to secretly attack.
King Dingnan practiced the blood-fighting method in the past dynasties, and the most important thing was to be upright and dignified. It was not a hatred of evil, but if you did evil things, you would be counterattacked by the method.
If the legend about the emperor is true, King Dingnan would have ignored it and his blood would have flowed backwards.
What's more, no one knows what's going on secretly.
Just as the generals were thinking, there was another team heading straight for King Xian's army in front of them.
Unlike the first two teams with waving flags, this army did not have bright flags or strong momentum.
Looking from a distance, they are just a group of people wearing blue, white or gray clothes.
However, these people are surrounded by light and walk on two feet, no less than the cavalry.
"The allied forces of Wenxiu and Xiu from all over the world respectfully welcome His Highness King Xian to the capital of the gods. The scholars of the world should pursue His Highness King Xian to eliminate demons and defend the Way. Please ask King Xian to receive Confucius' pen."
Both the enemy and ourselves, keep your eyes open.
Why did you just offer the Fuzi pen directly?
That is the treasure of Wensheng Mountain, the belongings of the saints back then.
This thing rarely comes out, but once it does, it will definitely be a hero of the generation.
The last person who took over the work of Confucius was the famous sky-painting scholar Sun Baizhu. He personally took action to end the last great chaos in Anguo, ushered in a new era, and drifted away.
At that time, Taizu of Qi State wanted to ask Wenshengshan to produce Confucius pens and call for literary cultivators from all over the world, but Wenshengshan did not respond.
From then on, the royal family of Qi State had a bad relationship with Wensheng Mountain.
Now, Wen Shengshan passed Confucius pen to Li Qingxian, which is of great significance.
"We literary cultivators should worship Master's pen!"
An old voice rose from the capital.
It was the voice of Wang Yihe, the former Minister of Rites.
The generals were horrified and hurriedly turned around to see huge scrolls suddenly appearing in the city of God, which were ten feet high and spread all over the city.
On each scroll, there is a gate painted on it.
Literary cultivators from all over the city, as if they had been prepared, all stepped into the scroll door.
Many of these people were still wearing official uniforms.
Even in the Ministry of Rites, Yushitai, Imperial College, Hanlin Academy, Dali Temple and other places, groups of civil servants walked into the scroll gate.
"It's over..."
Countless generals let out soft wails.
Civil servants occupy half the world.
In front of King Xian's army, scroll gates appeared one after another.
Groups of literary cultivators walked out, many of them wearing official uniforms.
Half of the officials from the divine capital city, led by Wang Yihe, the former Minister of Rites, walked out of the gate and walked towards Li Qingxian.
The generals glanced at the soldiers on the city wall, and the same despair was written on their faces.
Why should we worship Confucius' pen? Literary cultivators should do the opposite.
Not to mention generals, even ordinary soldiers know very well that when the country has been destroyed in past dynasties, Wen Xiu either did not resist or was the last to resist.
But now, Wen Xiu is one of the first to rebel.
What kind of crazy thing did Emperor Taining do to make a literary scholar who would rather die than be famous for a lifetime bear the stigma of treason?
No wonder there was not a single literary cultivator on the city wall. I thought they were trying to vent their anger with the emperor, and they would definitely appear when the time came to defend the city together.
turn out to be……
On the walls of the divine capital, the generals became increasingly silent.
The Dingnan Army and the Dongding Army defected to King Xian's army, and they were both considered outsiders.
But the person who is seeking refuge with Li Qingxian now came from Shendu City.
Outside the city of Shendu, Li Qingxian welcomed the army of literary cultivators, took over Confucius' pen, and took charge of the world's literary cultivators.
Just as Li Qingxian put away his pen, a loud shout spread around him.
"The Martial Arts Alliance of the world respectfully welcomes His Highness King Xian. The martial arts cultivators of the world respect King Xian as the leader of the alliance and present the order of the leader!"
On the city wall, the generals were silently chanting in their hearts.
"The fourth way..."
Li Qingxian smiled as he greeted the martial arts army and received the alliance leader's order.
"The armies of all kings, inherit the order of the late virtuous prince, respectfully welcome the virtuous king Li Qingxian, and punish the evil king Tang Jiannan until death!"
The world suddenly became silent, and everyone looked at the thousands of people rushing toward the northwest in disbelief.
These people all have shabby clothes and armor, most of them are disabled, have difficulty walking, are weather-worn, and have dark skin.
But their eyes are brighter than everyone else.
Some veterans of the river guard army looked at the thousands of people and cried loudly.
Those people were almost all veteran generals who had been forced to leave the old royal army due to serious injuries in the past few decades.
Now, there are only a thousand or so of them gathered together, but they are the last of the old royal army, the last of all the royal armies, and the first group of people who dared to point their swords at Emperor Taining.
I still dare to do it now.
The old royal army is still there.
The generals of the imperial army felt tight in their chests as they looked at the disabled veterans.
This fifth way is the least, even the most useless.
However, the blow to the defenders was the biggest.
When the old king's army was massacred, many generals were disheartened.
Now, the old royal army is back.
"Nishe and Caogang, together with the side gates of the world, respectfully welcome His Royal Highness King Xian!"
When everyone followed the sound, they saw countless people forming an army in the distance. They had no weapons or armor, and many of them were even barefoot and without clothes, but their weather-beaten faces were full of perseverance.
They were holding a variety of things, including poles, carrying sticks, farm tools, and hammers and axes. At first glance, they all looked like commonly used tools.
However, all of these people are strong and strong, and they are all good at practicing Xianwang Kung Fu.
From a distance, they look like a bunch of mud-legged people, very ordinary.
However, the soldiers in the divine capital city are also very ordinary.
Those ordinary mud-legged people are the people around me.
This sixth path will not be noticed by emperors, generals and prime ministers, nor will it be cared about by scholars or wealthy families.
However, the eyes of the soldiers on the city wall changed.
Those who go to the Xianwang must have their own brothers, sisters, and even parents.