Boss Qing did not leave the Qing capital after defeating Wei Changli. There is one more thing he must obtain in the article.
Dragging half of his incomplete body, Boss Qing walked into the foggy Chuijiang River. This fog can suppress people's cultivation, and in the fog, people from Qingdu are being transferred to various corners of Yuling Continent through some special methods.
Boss Qing did not stop these people from escaping, and even helped them.
Qingdu has a population of tens of millions, and without the support of Wei Changli's spiritual power, the heavy fog flowing down the river will not move very fast, and the fog will dissipate after a while, and those who cannot escape will eventually fall into the white sky.
In the hands of the demons of the Yang Sect.
"At that time, the yin and yang were in chaos, and I couldn't tell the difference between the cool and the cool. I was surprised by the color of the sky, and suddenly there was a heavy fog. Although I couldn't see it, I could only hear the sound of the golden drum."
Boss Qing actually knows this talent as well, and a series of black portals opened in the mist.
His ultimate goal was the Wen Mansion. Outside the Wen Mansion were the last writings of Wei Changli and those scholars before they died. Stone tablets of various sizes were covered with inscriptions.
The Zhuke stele is the strongest defensive formation in the Wen Mansion. It contains the death will of those scribes. Even if the Cizhao people want to forcefully break through, it will take a lot of effort.
Moreover, Wen Mansion itself is located on a powerful earth vein, and the power of the earth veins nourishes the Zhuke Monument, so that the inscription will not only not decline with the passage of time, but will become stronger.
If someone were to be able to forcefully break the guest-removing monument, the inscription would destroy itself along with everything in the Wen Mansion.
An old scribe stood in front of the stone tablet as if he was writing urgently. The Zhuke stele has unpredictable power, and the writer often cannot understand its meaning and eventually turns it into a death stele. The old scribe kept holding the pen in his hand until he died.
Boss Qing took off the pen from the old scribe's hand and took over from him to complete the bloody stone tablet in front of him.
"The pearl that hangs down the moon, the sword of Tai'a. I ride on the horse of Xianli, build the flag of the emerald phoenix, and the drum of the tree spirit."
There was blood dripping from under the mask of Boss Qing when he was writing. It was obviously very draining of his true spirit.
"Monument for chasing guests away, monument for chasing guests away, chasing away uninvited guests, but I am the master here..."
Boss Qing walked straight in. At this moment, the Wen Mansion was empty. Boss Qing flew straight to Bi Tui Pavilion, but after a while he became a little angry.
"Where's the pen? Where's the pen?"
"Wei Changli, you will still fight against me even if you die!"
Boss Qing seemed to be considering whether to destroy the entire Wen Mansion, but in the end he turned around and left unwillingly.
At the moment before the fall of the Qing capital, Wei Changli and all the scribes jointly performed the Fog River Fu to send all the people in the Qing capital away.
These people were scattered to various parts of Yuling Continent, including Xihe.
The people in the Confucian Mansion were already quarreling about how to deal with these people. This time, Yan Youqin risked his life and stood on the side of the Qing capital.
"You Qin, I know you have a kind heart, but do you know the consequences of doing this?"
As Yan Youqin's grandfather, Yan Jianyuan also spoke sincerely.
"I only know that if we drive them away, they will starve to death on the road. Where can they go? Qingdu is gone!"
"Xihe is a place where we Confucian scholars have worked hard. Now a large number of people have come in who respect culture and religion but not Confucianism. They want to dismantle us from within. It is really hateful that Wei Changli could come up with such a vicious plan before he died.
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"Yes, if you think about Yunlu, all the people who believed in Confucianism and Taoism were killed. Today is the time to take revenge."
Yan You and Qin's eyes were red. They didn't expect that these vicious words were actually spoken by those moral masters in the past.
Even people like Da Jijiu and Kong Kaiping opposed the people from Qingdu staying in Xihe.
"Master Ji, you must not be benevolent. Once this group of people takes root in Xihe, the legacy of culture and education will instigate our simple Xihe people, and great chaos will definitely arise."
In the past, Ji Li respected these scholars very much and would listen to most of their opinions, but now Ji Li's patience with these quarrelsome people has reached its limit.
"Kong Kaiping, how about I call you Mr. Kong from now on, and I will pass on both Xihe and Confucian Mansion to you? In the future, you will be in charge of Confucian Mansion, and I will abdicate in favor of others, so that I can just live the life of idle clouds and wild cranes."
Ji Li's fluttering words made Kong Kaiping so frightened that he broke out in cold sweat. He knelt down tremblingly and said he didn't dare.
Ji Li looked at the scholars again. At this moment, his eyes were no longer as gentle as before, but extremely domineering.
"He doesn't dare. It's better to let some old men do it. You guys have a high prestige in Xihe. I don't think anyone will have any objections."
"Master Ji, I and the others also think about the Confucian government and Xihe."
Xie Jishi and Kang Xingjian's hearts were also trembling. Over the years, they had become accustomed to Ji Li's accommodation, and they even forgot that Ji Li was the one who kept his word in the Confucian government!
"You are thinking about Xihe, so I am not, so I should give up this position to you."
When this crisis comes, no one with Ji Li's level of cultivation can calm the troubled times.
Seeing that no one dared to reply, Ji Li said again
"Can you guarantee that our Confucian Mansion can defend Xihe in this eternal night? Today you are attacking these fleeing people. If our Xihe falls in the future, what will happen to the people of our Confucian Mansion?"
"The sage said that benevolence is a human being. To sum up, it is a Tao.
The foundation of our Confucianism is human beings. You have abandoned the sages and disregarded the lives of tens of thousands of people for your own selfish desires. Could it be that the Confucianism for thousands of years has taught you executioners?"
"Divide land in the Xihe River, build houses for the people, and put good seeds in the fields, so that they can live here peacefully. If anyone dares to defy the rules, we will expel them from the Confucian mansion, no matter who!"
In the end, Ji Li defied all opinions.
"You Qin, go see these people more for me and try to satisfy whatever is needed. Although we have some conflicts with Wen Mansion, we must not let the guests think that we in Xihe are cold-blooded."
"It's Mr. Ji."
After everyone left, Ji Li sat in a chair dejectedly. He still couldn't believe the news that Wei Changli was dead. He was his lifelong rival and friend!
"Master Ji, what should our Confucian government do?"
"Without the protection of the Wen Mansion, the Baiyang Sect will probably hunt down the scribes scattered all over the world and summon the world. Xihe is willing to open a convenient door for the scribes all over the world and provide them with protection."
In the Wendao City on Xuanpu Mountain, Zhang Lingsu also noticed that Wei Changli's death was inevitably filled with emotion, and Zhang Xuansu beside him was also sighing.
"Who would have thought that a person like Wei Changli would fall!" Zhang Xuansu said.
"I have always believed that he would be the only one to have the last laugh in this eternal night. I never thought it would be like this."
Zhang Lingsu's heart is heavy. Even Wei Changli is dead. This time Yong Ye may be much more serious than everyone expected.
"I hope all of you will be kind to our people in Qingdu. Wei Changli thanks you!"
A voice suddenly sounded in the hall.
"Stop talking about this, let's go and greet the guests from afar."
Zhang Lingsu and Zhang Xuansu came to the outside of Wendao City in person. Not long after they arrived, black portals appeared in front of them. Many people helped each other and came out. They were those who escaped from the heavy fog.
A native of Qingdu.
These people looked at the clouds and mountains around them and were at a loss for a while when faced with a strange environment. They didn't know what kind of fate they would have. Leaving home is always scary.
"Welcome to visit our city in Xuanpu Mountain." Zhang Lingsu said.
"Are you Mr. Zhang Lingsu?"
"It's just Pindao. You don't need to be afraid. Senior brother Wei Changli asked me to take care of you. You can live in Daocheng with peace of mind in the future.
Although life in Wendao City has become a little more miserable, there are still some huts and mulberry fields for you to live in peace again."