When Tang Yimo sent reinforcements from Nanjun and Nanfu Army to Dongyang County, the war had already come to an end.
The Dongyi people were defeated and fled in a panic, leaving corpses all over the ground.
This stunned the Nanfu army who rushed over.
Dongyang County, which lacks an army of practitioners, actually defended it
Moreover, the number of casualties was not too high, at least the commander of the Nanfu Army took a look at it, and most of the soldiers in Dongyang County were not missing arms or legs.
In such a war, the number of people who died was so small, even less than that of Nanjun, it can be said to be unbelievable.
but…
The soldiers of Dongyang County didn't seem to be very interested, and they didn't feel the excitement and happiness after winning the battle.
The prefect Yang Mu personally received the reinforcements of the Nanfu Army.
Dongyang County and Nanjun County are regarded as enemies, and both sides have had friction.
Yang Mu just sent a letter of aid to Nanjun with the mentality of giving it a try, but he did not expect that Nanjun actually sent reinforcements, and it was an army of practitioners like the Nanfu Army.
"Thank you..."
There is complexity in Yang Mu's gaze.
The death of the master made him understand that there was no reinforcement from the imperial capital, and the emperor didn't want to support Dongyang County at all.
This caused a fire to surge in Yang Mu's heart.
Not just the Nanfu army.
Immediately behind them were the Xiliang iron cavalry, Xiang Jiajun, who came on horseback.
He asked Xijun for help, and Xijun also sent reinforcements.
There are also cavalry in Beijun, and an army with light armor entered Dongyang.
Unfortunately, the war is over.
Yang Mu thanked the three parties and told the story on the battlefield.
He also told the world about his master's achievements.
The forces of all parties were a little shocked, and they all looked at each other in disbelief.
They are practitioners, and they know very well how much advantage they have over mortals.
However, the master actually created a mythical battle with a mortal body.
This made them feel inexplicable admiration for their master.
The reinforcements from all counties retreated, and they withdrew from Dongyang County with news that shocked the world.
And one piece of news, also under the shaking white feathers of the flying pigeon, spread all over the world.
The Confucian master died in Dongyang.
The pigeons landed, and the forces of all parties learned the news. While being shocked, the news spread to ten, ten to hundreds, and Tianji Pavilion also forwarded the news, and it soon spread throughout the entire Zhou Dynasty.
For a time, many Confucian scholars all over the world wept bitterly.
But while more forces were feeling emotional, they were still furious.
What are you angry about
Naturally, he was angry at Zhou Dijing's inaction!
Dongyang County sent aid letters to Nanjun, Xijun, Beijun and Dijing at the same time. The first one to arrive was Dijing, and it arrived a long time ago, but the emperor chose to ignore it.
On the contrary, the three parties of Xijun, Beijun and Nanjun sent reinforcements, especially Nanjun, which had conflicts with Dongyang County, all sent reinforcements at such moments.
But only the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty did not take any action, not even replying to the letter.
The master had no choice but to come to Dongyang County in person, and with his own strength, he took up the great task, burned his arrogance, and defeated the Dongyi invaders.
for a while.
Confucian scholars all over the world were furious, and the imperial capital became the target of criticism.
imperial capital.
Yu Wenxiu's expression was cold.
The news that the little eunuch passed to him shocked him, and at the same time, he couldn't suppress his anger.
"Beiluo City... how dare you bully me like this!"
However, the news that came after that hit him like a huge wave made his heart tremble a little.
Master... fell to Dongyang County.
Against the Dongyi cultivators, follow the history with one breath.
Upon hearing this news, Yu Wenxiu's body was a little cold for an instant, and it took a long time before she calmed down.
A young eunuch entered the Zijin Pavilion with fear.
"Your Majesty..."
"Master's death, Confucian scholars all over the world blamed the Imperial Capital for not doing anything. The Confucian scholars in the Imperial Capital are gathering on the long street to protest, asking His Majesty to give an explanation."
The little eunuch bowed and said, once the master died, the imperial capital was shaken.
You know, the Confucian scholars all over the world are students of the Master, how can the world not be shocked.
Yu Wenxiu was sitting on the dragon chair, and there were no candles in the hall, so it was very dark.
"What do they... want me to say?"
Yu Wenxiu's cold voice came from it.
"Isn't I saddened by the death of the teacher? Do you want these Confucian scholars to blame me? What qualifications do they have?!"
"If master stays obediently in the imperial capital, will he die?"
"So, why did he leave Dijing, why did he go to Dongyang County?!"
As Yu Wenxiu talked, she seemed to become emotional, and in the end, she was almost roaring.
The little eunuch below knelt down on the ground in fear, not daring to move.
"Isn't it true that everyone is accusing..."
"Call my Black Dragon Thirteen Armors here." Yu Wenxiu seemed to have calmed down, and said.
Then...
The little eunuch came out of the Zijin Palace, and after a while, there was the clanging of armor outside the palace, and one after another figures stepped in from outside the palace.
A total of twelve people, all wearing black light armor, engraved with the head of a black dragon on the armor.
"Your Majesty..."
Twelve people cupped their hands and said.
"Gather the Black Dragon Guards and suppress the chaos in the imperial capital."
"I am the Son of Heaven, how can I let these stinky Confucian scholars criticize me, even if thousands of people criticize them, they are not qualified."
Yu Wenxiu said.
Below, the twelve people looked at each other and nodded.
"Here."
Afterwards, the Black Dragon Twelve Armors withdrew from the Zijin Palace, got on their black horses one after another, and galloped swiftly in the heavy snow.
The black dragon guards gathered, heavily armored, reflecting cold light.
On Dijing Long Street.
Confucian scholars in Confucian shirts were cursing with righteous indignation.
They gathered together like a long stream, slowly heading towards the Zijin Palace.
And this long stream is still growing, and Confucian scholars from all over the world gather from the Imperial Capital to join the long stream.
They need to seek justice for their master's death.
They need to know why the imperial capital does not send reinforcements.
Dongyi was one of the Five Hus, and the Five Hus were chaotic for a week, but the master of the imperial capital didn't even send out reinforcements.
Isn't this kind of thing ridiculous
The people around the imperial capital looked at this torrent of Confucian scholars, and their emotions were extremely complicated.
in the crowd.
Qianqian, a beautiful woman in the teahouse shop, her beautiful eyes fluctuated, and it was snowing, making her feel cold for no reason.
"It's going to change..."
The beautiful woman pursed her lips and murmured.
The sound of horseshoes burst.
The snow was flying and avalanche all over the ground.
In the distance, on the long street of the imperial capital covered with snow, there is a black armor appearing like a dragon swimming.
The Black Dragon Guards rode their horses one after another, rampaging unscrupulously on the long street of the Imperial Capital.
This is the emperor's guard army, the army of practitioners, the Black Dragon Guard, every soldier of the Black Dragon Guard is wearing black armor and a black dragon mask, exuding an aura like a god of death.
The head of the Thirteen Armored Black Dragons pulled the horse's reins.
The eyes under his mask reflected the indignant faces of Confucian scholars.
Did not say anything.
The leader of the Thirteen Armored Black Dragons raised his palm.
Slowly wave.
Afterwards, the Black Dragon Guards behind them rode their horses and charged out like cavalry.
The sharp spear reflected the white shadow of the snow all over the ground, tearing up the snowflakes falling from the sky.
Bright red blood, unyielding anger, spilled all over the ground.
The long street in the imperial capital is filled with blood, and this day is a difficult time for Confucian scholars in the world.
in the crowd.
The common people were all heartbroken, and many of them were so frightened by the scene in front of them that they collapsed to the ground.
The beautiful woman Qianqian covered her mouth with disbelief in her eyes.
The sound of horseshoes gradually stopped.
On the long street of the imperial capital, there were densely packed corpses of Confucian scholars.
Blood floated down from the sky, and even the blood was stained red.
After hearing the news, Kong Nanfei who rushed over dropped the sword in his hand to the ground, staring blankly at the corpses of Confucian scholars all over the ground.
His lips twitched for a while, and the expression on his face was either crying or smiling.
He thought of the disappointed expression on the Master's face when he finally left the bookstore.
Yu Wenxiu has changed...
Dijing has also changed.
Kong Nanfei suddenly wanted to laugh, the Great Zhou Dynasty established itself with Confucianism, so many years.
Such a tragic situation actually appeared on the long street of the imperial capital.
The spears of several black dragon guards were still bleeding, and the eyes under the black dragon mask looked at Kong Nanfei mercilessly.
Black Dragon Thirteenth Armor sits on a black horse and quietly looks at Kong Nanfei who seems to be insane.
The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a while.
Kong Nanfei glanced at these Black Dragon Guards. He had trained the Black Dragon Guards himself, and these Black Dragon Guards have now become terrifying executioners.
He slapped himself.
Kong Nanfei turned and left, his bleak figure gradually disappeared in the wind and snow.
He didn't go back to Shuge, but walked out of the imperial capital and disappeared on the thick official road covered with snow.
…
A carriage galloped quickly to the outside of Beiluo City, and the horses were panting with exhaustion.
Mo Tianyu has gone through a lot of vicissitudes, his beard is brushed, and he is a little dull and lost his soul.
He backed a figure from the carriage.
Looking at Beiluo, his eyes fluctuated.
He bid farewell to Yang Mu, hurried to Beiluo City, and now he finally arrived.
"Master, you want to come here to take care of yourselves. Now, the students brought you here."
Mo Tian said.
He trekked in the heavy snow, step by step towards Beiluo City.
Beiluo.
Island in the middle of the lake.
Sitting in the wheelchair, Lu Fan seemed to have sensed something, and his white shirt fluttered in the wind.
He raised his hand and waved lightly.
The Beiluo city gate opened naturally, and the snow melted all over the ground, as if opening a clean avenue for Mo Tianyu, leading directly to Beiluo Lake Central Island.
Looking at the spotless avenue, Mo Tianyu's face fluctuated slightly.
He came from the east, and his master had hoped to live on the island in the middle of the lake, but it never happened, so Mo Tianyu hoped that his master could be buried on the island in the middle of the lake.
It can be regarded as fulfilling a wish in his lifetime.
Tighten the figure behind him.
Mo Tianyu walked forward slowly with his master on his back.
It was still snowing in the sky, but all the snowflakes bypassed Mo Tianyu's head without any stain.
…
Outside the Tianhan Pass.
Nie Zhangqing walked in the snow with a knife, his body was like a swallow, he stepped on the snow without leaving a trace.
He quickly caught up with Li Sansi.
Because, he discovered that Li Sansi was fighting the Xirong army alone.
Nie Changqing drew out his saber, and with one slash, the wind and snow in the sky were dissipated.
"Where is King Xirong?"
Nie Zhangqing said coldly.
With his knife, the Xirong army almost lost the desire to fight.
Finally, there was a leader of the Xirong tribe who said in panic: "The king of Xirong... is dead!"
"A palm fell from the sky and killed King Xirong, and the gods punished him!"
The leaders of the Xirong tribe knelt down one after another.
Da Zhou's cultivators are too scary!
Li Sansi and Nie Changqing looked at each other. Nie Zhangqing seemed to have thought of something, and the evil spirit in his eyes gradually dissipated.
"It seems... the young master made the move."
The young master is still very optimistic about Nie Shuang.
Nie Changqing let out a breath of hot air slowly.
With another swing of the pig-killing knife in his hand, he cut the snow out of the ravine.
The Xirong army immediately began to flee frantically.
They had tried to fight back, but Nie Changqing's knife made them lose their temper.
The Xirong army was on the run, but Nie Changqing and Li Sansi held a knife and a sword.
Like two evil stars driving sheep, they followed the Xirong army.
Drive the Xirong army all the way west.
…
North County.
Tantai Xuan slapped the table hard.
It caused the tea on the table to shake and overflow.
"Jiang Li was imprisoned?!"
"What's wrong with disarming and returning to the fields? How could Jiang Li be imprisoned for the crime of mutilating the late emperor?!"
"This little emperor's brain is flooded!"
Tantai Xuan was very angry.
His face turned red, and his eyes were even more angry. He let Jiang Li go back, did you, the little emperor, send him to prison
More than that.
What shocked Tantai Xuan even more was the news that came back one after another.
Among them, what surprised him the most was the fall of the Master, who was a great Confucianist, the pillar of the Great Zhou Dynasty!
The death of the Master is equivalent to the collapse of the pillars of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Why did they dare not attack Da Zhou for a long time
It is because the Great Zhou has the national teacher Kong Xiu!
As for those black dragon guards... would Tantaixuan be afraid? Would Xiang Shaoyun be afraid
Afraid of their ball.
Who doesn't have an army of practitioners!
Even Beijun has its own army of practitioners.
"Without reinforcements, I want to cut down the power of the counties with the force of the Five Hus, what a good little emperor you are!"
Tantaixuan sat on the chair again, he took a sip of tea, he didn't seem to find it satisfying, he picked up the teapot and poured it into his mouth.
He remembered that dream, in the dream... he slashed the black dragon with one sword, and the dragon's blood sprinkled all over his body.
He put down the teapot abruptly.
His eyes seemed to have finally made up his mind.
He looked at the attendants beside him, and said, "Quickly invite Juzi and Mo Ju over."
The attendant took the order, bowed and retreated.
Tianhan Pass.
While the snow was flying, Mo Ju was wearing a crane cloak, standing on the tower, with the cold wind blowing his face, looking at the vast and endless snowfield.
Various images could not help appearing in Mo Ju's eyes.
In the picture, he squatted on the side of the road in ragged clothes, and a carriage passed by, but it stopped beside him. From inside the carriage, a kind old man looked at him with a smile.
He went from being unpopular with unknown people in the Mohist School to becoming a bag of wisdom in Beijun, most of which were due to the old man's help and guidance.
Although Mo Ju's guidance to the other party is purposeful, but... in his darkest time, he gave him the brightest dawn, the feeling of hope, Mo Ju is very grateful.
"Master, let's go."
Mo Ju looked at the white snow all over the ground, as if being irritated by the reflection of the snow, tears oozed from his eyes.
far away.
The servant's hurried footsteps pulled Mo Ju back from his thoughts.
"Mr. Mo, the prefect invites you to go to the study."
The servant bowed.
Mo Ju nodded, wearing a crane cloak and a Lun towel, he headed towards the study.
In the study, he took off the crane cloak and shook off the snow on it.
Tantaixuan and Mo Beike were already waiting in the distance.
Mo Ju seemed to sense the seriousness and solemnity of the atmosphere.
After sitting in the chair.
Tantaixuan took a deep breath, stood up suddenly, and cupped his hands towards Mo Beike and Mo Ju.
"Thank you both for your continued help."
"I hope that in the future, I can still get the help and companionship of the two of you."
Mo Beike narrowed his eyes, he felt that Tantaixuan's mood seemed not right.
Mo Ju naturally also noticed the problem.
"The national teacher died, Jiang Li was imprisoned, five random weeks, but there is no movement in the capital, just watch me throw my head and blood..."
"What is the purpose of our efforts to fight against Xirong? Isn't it just to keep the land behind us from being disturbed and the people from being persecuted by other races? But what did the Emperor of Zhou do?"
"Since he doesn't cherish this land himself, then what's the use of this land...for the emperor?!"
Tan Taixuan said.
His voice resounded loudly in the study.
Mo Ju's breathing was slightly rapid.
Mo Beike caressed the chair, obviously, his heart was not as peaceful as it appeared on the surface.
Tantaixuan's words made him guess something.
"so… "
Tantai Xuan sat upright, looked around the two of them, and spoke slowly.
The voice was very calm, but this calm contained a shocking determination.
"I want to establish a new dynasty, the name of the country, Daxuan."
"I am king, call Beixuan king."
"Raise troops to attack Zhou!"
(end of this chapter)