Chapter 103: A little bit of arrogance, a thousand miles of blissful wind
Li Xiang looked at the ghost in front of him.
The soul that can awaken in the first time must be one with great sorrow.
Although he was wearing the armor of a military commander, he could not hide the aura of a Confucian scholar between his brows.
In addition, there is a jade pendant engraved with the word "Lu" hanging on his waist.
Li Xiang easily guessed the other party's identity.
Lu Xiufu, the last left prime minister in the Southern Song Dynasty.
After the defeat at Yashan, Lu Xiufu, who was only 44 years old, saw that he could not break out, so he threw himself into the sea with the seven-year-old young emperor Zhao Bing on his back.
More than 100,000 soldiers and civilians accompanying him also jumped into the sea one after another.
Would rather die than surrender.
The integrity of the Han nation is vividly displayed in this jump.
Lu Xiufu looked at the strange young man blankly, "Who are you?"
Li Xiang walked through the water curtain step by step.
"A man has gold at his knees."
"You can kneel to the sky, kneel to the ground, and kneel to your master."
"Why is the Prime Minister kneeling?"
Lu Xiufu was slightly startled.
Li Xiang spoke again:
"The prime minister is the prime minister and assistant of a country and the backbone of the Song Dynasty."
"I would rather throw myself into the sea and die for my country than surrender to evil."
"Why should those who hold up the sky and hold the sun in their arms kneel down?"
Qingtian, Qingtian is the sky of the Song Dynasty.
Holding the sun holds the hope of the nation.
If you are so ambitious, why do you still kneel down?
Every word Li Xiang said struck Lu Xiufu's soul like gold and stone.
Lu Xiufu thought of something and raised his head suddenly.
There was a strong yin energy that gathered from all around and penetrated into his body.
Lu Xiufu's soul trembled, and he stood up slowly. There was no longer confusion, desperation and despair in his eyes, but a strange brilliance.
That's not a will-o'-the-wisp, it's a glow.
Although his body is not tall and straight, standing there gives people the feeling that they cannot look directly at him.
A powerful aura belonging to a Confucian scholar came out from Lu Xiufu's ghost, constantly attacking the Yin energy on his body.
Confucian Haoran Qi and Yin Qi are constantly colliding, impacting and merging.
Lu Xiufu's face showed a look of pain and struggle.
But gradually.
The two breaths in the body reach a delicate balance.
The next moment, Lu Xiufu's expression was reserved, and the mountain armor that belonged to a military commander turned into a scholar's green shirt.
Lu Xiufu bowed his hands and said, "My little friend, please give me a stick to wake up Junshi. Please accept Junshi's bow."
A gentleman is like jade.
If you hadn't known that this was a soul that had been dead for thousands of years.
Li Xiang would definitely regard him as a Confucian scholar from ancient times.
Li Xiang followed his example and bowed in return.
Facing Meng Yi and the tens of thousands of ancient Qin warriors, he could take them under his command.
But facing a ghost like Lu Xiufu, the backbone of the nation, he was unwilling and did not want him to become a soldier of the underworld.
China has a great spirit.
It cannot be eliminated.
A memory was driven into Lu Xiufu's soul.
Lu Xiufu was slightly startled, and it took him a while to digest these memories from later generations.
He murmured: "I didn't expect that Yuan Zong was so powerful that he only had Guo Zuo who was less than a hundred years old."
"And now, the land of Kyushu is in danger of national subjugation and annihilation of species."
"How hard times are..."
Lu Xiufu sighed, "But Lu is just a ghost trapped on the bottom of the sea. He wants to do something for Kyushu, but he is powerless."
Li Xiang said calmly: "The Eight Gates of Dunjia and the Gate of Life are sealed by evil spirits. I can dispel the evil spirits, open the Gate of Life, and help the Prime Minister leave this place."
After saying this, Li Xiang gathered Yin Qi in his hand, flicked his finger, and the Yin Qi flew out, landed in the northeast corner, and exploded with a bang.
The strong evil spirit dissipated.
A roar sounded.
Li Xiang was slightly startled and looked attentively.
In the Gen Palace in the northeast of the eighth gate, he saw an evil soul beast grinning and staring at him fiercely.
The evil soul beast is a soul beast bred in the evil spirit. It feeds on the evil spirit and is a rare spiritual creature in the world.
It was this object that sealed the gate of life, preventing these two hundred thousand ghosts from the ancient Song Dynasty from coming out.
With a thought in Li Xiang's mind, the Yin Qi turned into a rope, tied up the Evil Spirit Beast and put it into the space fragments.
The gate of life opened, like a trench of stagnant water, it suddenly became alive.
In the trench, ghosts stood up from the pile of bones.
There are soldiers, generals, merchants, farmers, scholars, and officials.
Pairs of eyes looked at Lu Xiufu.
Lu Xiufu once again bowed to Li Xiang, then turned around and scanned the two hundred thousand ghosts.
Speak slowly:
"Junshi, an old minister of the Song Dynasty, was a scholar.
In honor of the success of the late emperor, I owe you the great kindness of the Song Dynasty.
It is to use anger to calm the world.
However, you are actually a man of few talents and limited knowledge.
In the battle at Shiya Mountain, all the kings were killed.
If you fail to turn the tide, it will collapse.
What a sorrowful cry.
…”
Two hundred thousand ghosts, listening silently.
"But today's Kyushu,
It connects Baiyue to the south and three rivers to the north.
Monsters are rampant and people are in dire straits.
You really want to raise your troops again,
Save people from fire and water.
…
I hope one day,
The sound of the class moves and the north wind rises,
The sword energy rushes to the south and fights for peace.
…”
Among two hundred thousand ghosts.
The seven-year-old young emperor Zhao Bing, wearing a dragon robe, walked out slowly, held Lu Xiufu's hand, raised his head and said: "Prime Minister, take me with you to see your homeland again."
…
October 23rd, 136th year of the New Calendar, Nanhai.
The Eighth Fleet of the South China Sea encountered an army of 300,000 sharks in the waters 180 miles east of Jiangmen and retreated.
Sometimes a thick black fog fills the air, and thousands of ghost ships rise out of the sea.
On the largest ancient ship, there was a big flag with the word "Song" written in huge letters.
There is a Confucian scholar in blue shirt standing on the bow of the boat with his hands behind his back.
Standing next to him was a child wearing a dragon robe.
The ghost ship was loaded with 200,000 ghosts and slaughtered the Sharks army in an instant.
Then, the wind picked up, and thousands of ghost ships headed north and disappeared in the vast ocean.
…
The sixth line of defense in the north, Akagi.
Li Xiang put down the latest issue of the military newspaper.
The awakening of the 200,000 ancestral spirits in Yashan only occupied a few hundred words in the military newspaper.
In terms of the overall situation of Kyushu, this is just a small episode.
In a few days, not many people will remember it anymore.
Li Xiang looked at the dots of light on the holographic map.
The junior girl named Zhao Jing did not come back, but went to look for the mausoleum and palace of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.
She made a good start, and I hope that in the future, the professors and students of Kyoto University will receive continuous good news.
Over the past five thousand years of Kyushu, there are countless emperors' palaces and battlefield sites.
What a magnificent scene it will be when all the ghosts of the ancestors are awakened and gather in the north.
And this is also the most important part of Li Xiang's layout.
Since people now cannot stop the attack of monsters.
Therefore, we use five thousand years of history and tens of millions of ancestral spirits to protect our country.
Li Xiang gathered his thoughts, called a municipal official, and ordered: "A total curfew is imposed in Chicheng and surrounding villages and towns."
"In addition, inform the garrison to prepare for fighting out of the city."
The city official was stunned. He could understand the curfew, but letting the garrison go out to fight was beyond the scope of his common sense.
He plucked up the courage and said, "City Lord, let the army leave the city without the protection of the high wall. Isn't this... inappropriate?"
