The old man looked at Li Yixuan and said harmoniously.
"Um."
Li Yixuan nodded but didn't say much. He didn't know much about the shock just now.
"Jixia Academy has existed for a very long time. Such a shock is not the first time. Every once in a while, there will be a shock here. And every shock is a Confucian disaster. This Confucian disaster
, it has not happened for more than 1,600 years."
The old scholar said calmly.
Li Yixuan was shocked and raised his head.
"Go ahead. The Taibao Lord has contacted me and asked you to go back immediately. Now, it's time for you to leave."
The old man said calmly without explaining too much. He waved his sleeves and said, "Let's go."
"is teacher."
Li Yixuan's lips moved, but in the end he didn't ask. Although the matter of Ru Jie was strange, he would naturally know it after leaving here.
"Student farewell."
After bowing deeply, Li Yixuan turned around, stepped out from the edge of the space, and disappeared under the plum blossom tree.
Behind him, the old scholar looked at Li Yixuan's disappearing back and withdrew his gaze. There was a deep worry and loneliness in his eyes:
"A calamity that lasts a thousand years. I don't know if I can survive the calamity that Master mentioned this time..."
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In the outer city of Shangjing City, the wind howled and the valley was silent.
With a flash of space, Li Yixuan appeared on a mountain in Dongxiao Hunting Ground, overlooking the entire Shangjing City. When he set foot here again, Li Yixuan felt a different place.
The sound of horse hooves was heard in the wind, and many fast riders were galloping past. They were flying from Shangjing to various places. There was a tense atmosphere in the air.
"Confucian calamity..."
Recalling the old Confucian's words in his mind, Li Yixuan's expression darkened, and a hint of sharp energy flashed between his brows.
"come on."
A familiar voice rang in my ears. That voice seemed to come from the depths of billions of spaces.
"is teacher."
Li Yixuan's body swept away and he immediately entered the capital. In front of the Taihe Hall of the Imperial Palace, Li Yixuan saw the Taibao among the three princes. He stood with his hands behind his back in front of the long white jade steps. There was a powerful aura in his body,
Like a bright sun shining across all realms of space.
"Mr. Li, I have already told you about this Confucian disaster."
The Taibao stood on the steps, looking down at Li Yixuan.
Li Yixuan lowered his head and said respectfully: "Yes, the teacher mentioned the Confucian Tribulation to me."
"Well, this is what happened during this period. It was passed on by the Prime Minister of the Ministry of War. You can take a look first."
There was no expression on the Taibao's face. With a flick of his robe, a large volume sealed with lead flew out and fell into Li Yixuan's hands.
Li Yixuan did not hesitate, opened the lead seal, and pulled out a thick pile of information. The information about the assassination of a famous scholar flew from Li Yixuan's hands.
Looking at the list of great scholars, famous scholars, and Confucian scholars who were killed in this storm, Li Yixuan's face turned very ugly, and his heart sank. Even the hands holding the files trembled with anger.
There were many great scholars here with whom he had talked, and he had also visited them for advice. But now, they had all been assassinated. They could not die of old age.
The No. 1 scholar of the Great Zhou Dynasty only felt a fire burning in his heart. As a descendant of Confucianism, his feelings were much deeper and much more angry than Fang Yun's.
"Bring your sword."
Taibao Road.
Li Yixuan didn't say anything and handed over the silver Hao Qi sword.
The Taibao took the long sword, stretched out his hand and stroked it, and a majestic breath was immediately injected into it. The originally dim sword body immediately radiated immeasurable light.
"Go, go to the north and pacify Yongzhou, Jizhou, and Yanzhou as quickly as possible."
The Taibao handed the blazing "Long Qi Sword" to Li Yixuan:
"The masters from Jixia Academy will cooperate with you. In addition, I have asked your senior brothers to come out of seclusion. They will help you."
Li Yixuan took the long sword and still hung it on his waist:
"Teacher, why are we limited to Yongzhou, Jizhou, and Yanzhou? What should we do with the great scholars from other places?"
"This storm will not end so easily. As long as you can calm these three states, it will be fine. As for other states, the royal family has its own arrangements. In addition, the second son of the Fang family has already gone to Xuzhou, Yangzhou, Xuzhou, and Sanzhou to deal with it.
His current strength is no longer inferior to yours."
After a pause, the Taibao suddenly said:
"This time, don't show any mercy."
Li Yixuan was shocked and subconsciously raised his head:
"is teacher."
"Go ahead."
After a while, Li Yixuan left Shangjing City and headed north with a dozen young men in white clothes dressed as Confucian scholars.
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At the same time, military messages and snow flakes flew to various parts of the Great Zhou Dynasty. In the interior of the Great Zhou Dynasty, which had been calm for a long time, war horses rumbled, and powerful armies opened up various cities, general schools, and the residences of some great scholars.
, focus on protection.
The generals and great generals from various states and counties are on standby day and night to protect those great scholars and famous scholars.
The mobilization of the army and horses of the Great Zhou Dynasty immediately attracted the attention of all the barrens. All the barrens became tense. The Great Zhou Dynasty rarely used inland troops on such a large scale in its campaigns. But once it was used, it was usually a very large-scale battle.
It had just been a few years since the war with the Great Zhou Dynasty ended, and their vitality had not yet fully recovered. The troops were mobilized here again, so they could not help but be nervous. All the royal families in the Huang Dynasty were actively preparing for war, preparing to mobilize troops and horses to deal with the attack from the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Conquest.
"What? The Confucian scholars of the Zhou Dynasty were assassinated?"
In the Yihuang Palace, a man wearing a black dragon robe and a dark beard sat high on a dragon chair. There were many ministers on both sides.
"Yes. Regent."
Your Highness, a Yi general said respectfully. The Yi Emperor has been in seclusion for more than ten years, and the government of Yi Huang has always been presided over by the regent.
"Weren't the court officials killed?"
The regent asked again.
"no."
The Yiren general lowered his head and replied.
"Wasn't Marquis Wu killed?"
"no."
The general shook his head again.
"Hahaha..., but some ants-like things are dead, and they actually mobilized everyone like this. It's really a big fuss."
After saying this, the Regent of Yihuang burst into laughter. He was extremely disapproving of this faction of the Zhou Dynasty.
In Yihuang, even if all the ministers in the palace are dead, there may not be such a big movement. The royal family is ordered by heaven and is the most noble person in the world. As long as the royal family is fine, then it is no big deal. On the contrary, if
If there is a problem with the royal family, it will be a big deal.
"Uncle Emperor."
Prince Ayi Ximu, who had been silent until now, suddenly stood up:
"My nephew thinks that this matter may be caused by the sects in China. Those sects have always been enemies of the imperial court. My nephew thinks that this may be an opportunity for us."
"oh?"
The regent blinked. He was quite concerned about his nephew. After all, the power would have to be handed over to him sooner or later. Moreover, Emperor Yi was not dead yet. Even if he was ambitious, he would not dare to move:
"Ayishimu, what do you think?"
Ayi Ximu remained silent. Although this matter was a bit vicious and cruel, in order to destroy the wasteland, he had to do this:
"Uncle Three Emperors, the death of these Confucian scholars is indeed not a big deal. But I think that since this matter involves the sectarian forces in China, it deserves attention. Since the Zhou Dynasty has been in chaos, my nephew
I thought we might as well add another fire."
"Oh," the regent's pupils shrank. He is still extraordinary after all. Although he doesn't know much about Middle-earth, he is still proficient in conspiracy, conspiracy and ambush: "You mean, we will also send people into Middle-earth to kill some people."
Great Confucian."
"The imperial uncle is wise, and this is exactly what my nephew means."
Ayi Ximu said.
The expression of the Yi Emperor Regent changed: "Okay! I will leave this matter to you with full authority."
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Di Huang and Xie Daoyun received the news almost at the same time.
The Di people's language, habits, culture, and Middle-earth are all different. It is difficult to detect the disappearance. But it is not absolute. Send some strong men in the spirit stage to learn the art of disguise. Then learn the language and accent of the Middle-earth
.It is not difficult to find out information about Middle-earth.
In the splendid Dihuang Palace, the princess Xie Daoyun, or rather the queen, was dressed in royal robes and sitting on a dragon chair. In front of her, a maid in armor knelt down in front of the steps.
"Your Majesty the Queen, do we still need to mobilize our troops now?"
The maid said. Although she knows how to be a maid, she has been with Xie Daoyun and has been influenced by her ears and eyes, and is able to master the art of war and strategy. In the past, due to Di Huang's rules, she could not raise the issue.
But now that Xie Daoyun has become the emperor, it is naturally different. These maids who are proficient in the art of war and martial arts are all promoted by her.
"No need."
Xie Daoyun waved her hands slightly, closed her eyes, and looked thoughtful. She needed to think about this matter carefully.
"His Majesty……"
The maid hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but said: "I think this might be our opportunity. As long as we send some assassins to the Middle-earth, maybe..."
"I know what you mean."
Xie Daoyun opened his eyes and interrupted her. This maid had been following her for a long time. She was clever and clever. She could quickly sense the opportunity from this matter. This made Xie Daoyun quite admired.
"Let's give up this idea."
Xie Daoyun said.
"Why?"
The maid finally couldn't help but said: "This matter is almost certainly done by the sects in the Middle Earth. There will be no one else except them. If we can add fuel to the fire and push it, it will cause the sects to fight against each other.
North Korea’s backlash may be our greatest opportunity.”
She had followed Xie Daoyun for a long time and had heard her mention some of the history of Middle-earth. In the Middle Ages, those sects were so powerful that they could enslave all creatures in the world, slaughter them like pigs and dogs, and perform blood sacrifices in groups. No one can underestimate the power of sects.
If used well, it is not impossible to overthrow the Zhou Dynasty and end the years of war in Dihuang.
"You don't understand. It's just a trail. It will not harm the Zhou Dynasty, but will only arouse their anger. When the war reaches Dihuang, it will be just the opposite. Do you want Dihuang to stay overnight?
, were they destroyed by the Zhou army?"
Xie Daoyun rejected the maid's proposal.
The maid's expression changed drastically, and after a few breaths, she suddenly knelt on the ground:
"This slave deserves to die, this slave has made a big mistake."
"Those who don't know are not guilty. You did it for Di Huang. How could I blame you? - You did a good job this time. Go down and rest."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
When the maid disappeared behind the door, Xie Daoyun's eyes couldn't help but dim. Only she knew how much truth there was in what she just said. Is it really just because she was afraid of Zhou's wrath that she rejected the maid's proposal?
During these years of wars, was there ever a time when Zhou Dynasty was not angry? If he had not killed the Confucian scholars, wouldn't Zhou Dynasty have entered Dihuang?
Xie Daoyun shook her head. She knew that she should have adopted that opinion. However, she recalled the faces of those old Confucians in her mind, and recalled the conversations she had with these great Confucians when she sneaked into the Zhou Dynasty. Xie Daoyun could not make up her mind to let herself
Be ruthless and attack these Confucian scholars with high moral standards.
"Perhaps, a woman is really not suitable to be an emperor. I am still too soft..."
Xie Daoyun sighed, his eyes filled with sadness...