Such a sudden change was beyond everyone's expectation.
"What happened!?"
"Why is that damn luck dragon still in a stalemate!?"
"What else can we do in Wushan County?"
"What on earth did those stupid people do in Wushan County?"
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The expressions of everyone watching the battle changed suddenly, and some impatient people were even more anxious and in a hurry, unable to control themselves.
"Something really happened in Wushan County." Li Changan said anxiously to Gu Shihong and Sheng Shiming beside him,
"We must go in and stop that bloody beam of light!"
"The power of the third-grade scholar will only become weaker and weaker. When the luck dragon breaks free, it will be even more difficult to trap it!"
Gu Shihong frowned, but still shook his head, "No, you must not go in."
"We can't be sure what that bloody beam of light is. If we go in at this time and mess up Wushan County's arrangements, we will probably fall short."
"We can't take this risk!"
Sheng Shiming also walked up to Li Changan and blocked Li Changan's path, "We'd better wait and see what happens."
"A new third-grade scholar will arrive soon. If we take action without authorization at this time, it will only make the direction of Wushan County unclear."
"Try not to interfere, so as not to affect the return of Wushan County."
"As long as Wushan County's ground line is completely broken and the connection with Dajin disappears, it will not be too late to take action at that time."
Li Changan looked at the two of them in disbelief, the expressions in his eyes were complicated and difficult to understand.
"Are we just going to have to watch the luck dragon break free!?"
"A third-grade scholar sacrificed his life to get into this situation, and he was let go just like that?"
"Not to mention, once the luck dragon breaks free, what will the remaining five third-grade scholars do?"
Sheng Shiming's eyes moved, and finally he said firmly,
"Even a third-grade scholar cannot affect the general trend of the country's destiny."
Li Changan's heart suddenly skipped a beat, he glanced at the two ministers, and then turned his gaze back to Wushan County, but his brows could not help but frown.
Countless thoughts in my mind were chaotic and flashing.
Anyone with a right mind can see the conflict between the imperial court and the academy.
The imperial court must hope to centralize power, but the academy wants to turn Da Jin into the academy's Da Jin.
The contradiction between the two is irreconcilable.
But currently, the imperial court is at a disadvantage, and there is only one Imperial College that can compete with the Academy.
If it weren't for the fact that the four major academies are in conflict with each other, plus now they need to concentrate their efforts on dealing with White Deer Academy.
The court's life will only become more difficult.
But four of the six departments are controlled by the academy.
But why can't we see any sense of belonging to the academy from these two ministers?
Instead, they put the imperial court and the fate of the country at their mouth in everything.
Even if a third-grade scholar encounters a crisis, he is unwilling to help.
The Ministry of Rites is controlled by Songyue Academy, and the Minister of Rites is a direct descendant of Songyue Academy.
Even if there are different factions within the academy, they are, after all, third-grade Confucian scholars. Why do they treat each other so indifferently?
Just then,
The Thousand Miles Telephone Note in Li Changan's arms kept trembling,
"Sir, the floods in Hsinchu County are getting more and more severe. If the flash floods upstream cannot be dealt with in time, many of our people will not have time to evacuate."
"We just evacuated two counties, and one of them has already been flooded."
Feng Buyi's urgent voice came,
"And just now... was there... a third-grade scholar... who died?"
When he asked the last question, Feng Buyi's voice was trembling slightly.
When a third-grade scholar fell, even during the Three Thousand Miles War in Fengchuan, only one fell.
But now, while just governing Wushan County, one person has also died.
Anyone would find it unbelievable.
"A great scholar died..." There was no emotion or anger in Li Changan's voice. He looked at Wushan County, "As for Wushan County upstream, I will take care of it."
"You should open up a new flood discharge area as soon as possible and never let flash floods affect the downstream."
"The lower reaches are mostly flat areas, and the rivers and ditches there cannot stop the flood at all. It will only flood the three southern prefectures again."
Li Changan put away the Thousand Miles Telecommunication Symbol and looked at Gu Shihong and Sheng Shiming, with a trace of scrutiny in his eyes.
"You two adults have also heard that if the floods in Wushan County are not contained, Hsinchu County will soon be unable to sustain it."
"One Wushan County is not enough, and with the addition of Hsinchu County, the two counties will be completely abandoned, and all the people will suffer. Is this what you want to see?"
Gu Shihong hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head, "Uncle Zhongyong, it's better to discuss this matter in the long run."
"I will also speak openly to you about Wushan County."
While talking, Gu Shihong and Sheng Shiming looked at each other, and then set up a screen of aura around them.
"How can Wushan County return? Either the people must all surrender and ask the court to erect a Wenchang monument. However, the three counties have been hostile to the court for hundreds of years, so it is almost impossible to surrender."
"Either like now, the three counties themselves commit evil, causing the earth's veins to break, and the relationship with the Jin Dynasty to be temporarily severed. At this time, the change in people's destiny will not affect the three southern prefectures. At this time, the luck dragon can be suppressed and they can be forcibly recovered.
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"This opportunity is once in a lifetime, and no one can make any mistakes at this time."
"Even if all the people in Wushan County are dead, and all the third-grade scholars there are dead, this matter must be done."
"Uncle Zhongyong...can you understand?"
Li Changan looked at the expressions of the two of them and suddenly smiled, "Of course I understand."
"If we intervene, the third-grade scholar may be able to survive, and the people of Wushan County may also be able to survive, but if the luck dragon does not continue to go crazy, the Wushan County earth line may not continue to collapse."
"We can't take over Wushan County."
"But if you don't intervene, the third-grade scholar may die, and the people of Wushan County will basically die. Even if the luck dragon continues to wreak havoc, as long as the ground line of Wushan County is completely disconnected, Wushan County can recover no matter how much damage is caused.
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"Am I right?"
Sheng Shiming twirled his beard, nodded and said with a smile, "As expected of Uncle Zhongyong, that's why."
"When a person dies, others will naturally take over, but the return of Wushan County is a once-in-a-lifetime event."
"Which is more important or not, Uncle Zhongyong should be able to understand."
Li Changan looked in the direction of Wushan County, nodded, and said softly, "Chang'an naturally understands which is more important..."
conversation room,
Wushan County is in trouble again.
The power of the Luck Dragon became more and more violent, and the bloody light beam rushed up from below, gathering unimaginable cruelty and murderous intent.
The luck dragon's eyes began to be gradually covered with blood.
"roar……"
The dragon's roar set off a terrifying wave of air between heaven and earth, sending the blood rain in Wushan County directly upwards.
It turned into a blood python and rushed towards the five third-grade scholars.
Zhao Hongshan's eyes were filled with anger, and he opened his left hand and said, "Spring Breeze."
The two seal characters rotated on the fingertips, the violent air waves instantly turned into soft spring breeze, and the blood pythons formed by the blood rain also dispersed.
"drizzle."
Two more words were spoken.
The massive rain of blood silently turned into a hazy drizzle floating in the air.
Wushan County seemed to be scattered with a hazy blood mist.
Qin Zhenliang looked at the bloody light pillars rising continuously below the Luck Dragon,
"Who is it that actually placed the Demon Clan's Nine Nether Evil Refining Formation here?"
Wu Zhanchun's eyes were full of murderous intent, "Damn beasts, once the luck dragon is suppressed, these bastards will definitely wipe out the nine tribes!"
However, with the blessing of the Nine Nether Evil Refining Formation, the power of the Luck Dragon continued to rise, and it seemed to have gradually reached the limit of the third level.
The bloody lines on its body continued to deepen, forming even more sinister marks.
The Wenchang Monument, which was suppressed by the three mountains and five mountains, erupted with a loud rumbling sound, and the void trembled with it.
The luck dragon stretched out a claw and lifted the mountain-like Wenchang Monument upwards bit by bit.
At the same time, Li Changan, who was trapped by the two ministers, took out a literary treasure from the Xumi treasure bag, with a smile on his lips,
"The words of the two adults are indeed quite reasonable, so... I'm offended."
Before he finished speaking, the pressure of a third-grade scholar suddenly descended thirty miles outside Wushan County.