Suidu, the imperial city.
In the not too big bookstore, Feng Shuo sat cross-legged behind the desk, looking at the various official documents piled up in front of him, and sighed tiredly.
Even if he entered the Dao with the six hundred and sixty gates, even if he has a cultivation level at the peak of the divine realm, he can never sleep, drink or eat. He is already an inhuman existence. Faced with these complicated affairs of the country, Feng Shuo is heartbroken. Feeling tired.
He could sit quietly in the flower forest for a month without moving, quietly listening to the sounds of flowers blooming and petals falling.
He could also sit cross-legged in the snowfield and stay still for half a year, smiling and listening to the sound of falling snowflakes and solidifying ice crystals.
He is better able to dress up like a dragon fish and walk on the bluestone path from one city to another, admiring the scenery along the way, teasing cats and dogs, and occasionally getting skewers of candied haws and chewing them, which can make his I feel good for most of the year.
He was a prince who was willing to place his affection on the heaven, earth and nature. He never thought that one day he would become the God Emperor of the huge Sui Dynasty.
He doesn't like these state affairs.
Because I don’t like it, it’s very tiring to deal with it.
The body is not tired, but the soul is.
He now wanted to escape from this prison-like bookstore, take off his crown clothes, jump into the moat outside Suidu City, and watch a battle between Bastard and Xiami in the moat.
The general sent an official document from the military department, requesting for the allocation of military funds and the reorganization of the imperial army and various garrisons on the desk. Feng Sheng rubbed his temples with his fingers in annoyance: "Tell the old master Xiahou that I don't care about him and King Wu." Wu Tie’s bet or something…”
"In short, I won't allow him to resign, so he will continue to work for me honestly."
"Well, give the newly born grandson of the old master Xiahou three counties of fiefdom... pick a good place, and also draw up a hereditary first-class earl title and give it to him at the same time."
"Even if it is tied up, we still have to get Master Xiahou back from the fiefdom... I have a headache due to the military affairs of the whole dynasty."
"Also, let Taifu and Taibao find a way to contact King Wu... The overall situation of Sui Dynasty has been stabilized. Suizhou has been compensated to Wu Kingdom. My father should be released, right?"
"Ask King Wu about the conditions for redeeming my father... Hurry up and welcome your father back. I will abdicate and let my father worry about this. I am really not mentally prepared for this huge Sui Dynasty!"
Feng Shuo irresponsibly said something that would shock the whole court if spread.
He casually grabbed a book about insect infestations in several southeastern states, and the states requested relief, and lined them up on the desk: "These things, these things... Hey, so what about the insect infestation? With the strength of the state leaders of each state, kill these insects How much effort does it take?”
"Everything must be reported, everything must be reported, everything must be reported... Report this, report that, too, can't they, the big officials in the border areas, submit some official documents? They can't ask me to speak about everything. Do it again!”
A fair-skinned, well-maintained old eunuch walked over with a smile on his face, holding a cup of clear soup.
"Your Majesty, please calm down and report all official matters to ministers from all over the country. This is also a mature and prudent approach. No wonder they... Hey, it's late at night. Your Majesty will have a bowl of Snow Ginseng and Ten Rong Soup to replenish your spirit."
The old eunuch carefully placed the clear soup on the desk.
Feng Sheng sighed, shook his head and said, "To replenish my energy, what should I replenish? My energy and energy are complete, but... I just don't want to see these things."
Picking up the soup cup, Feng Shuo drank the clear soup in one gulp.
Putting down the soup bowl, Feng Shuo stretched out his hand with a look of despair on his face: "Bring over the most urgent few notes. After I have dealt with these, I will go to rest... The rest will be sent back to the Taifu and Taibao. Deal with it as appropriate.”
Feng Shuo looked at the old eunuch in front of him seriously: "They are all veterans of several dynasties. I trust and trust them."
The old eunuch opened his mouth, laughed dryly, gently picked up the soup cup and sent it to the door, letting the young eunuchs leave with the empty soup cup. Then he returned to the desk, picked up some official documents with red markings on the covers, indicating an urgent need, carefully unfolded them, and placed them in front of Feng Shen.
Feng Shuan looked at the dozens of official documents in front of him that were marked with the "100,000 urgent" mark. He sighed heavily, grabbed a cinnabar pen, and carefully read and pondered bit by bit.
While giving instructions on the official document, Feng Shuo complained in a murmur: "I, this is really not the material... I, I am really not prepared... I..."
As he spoke, Feng Shuo's face turned a light blue color.
Feng Shen, who used to have red lips, white teeth and full of energy, now looks like a prodigal who has been fighting fiercely for ten days and nights in a brothel. His face has become pale and haggard, and his skin has become translucent, and the skin underneath is faintly visible. Bone meridians.
He continued to complain, but the breath coming out of his mouth had turned into white mist.
A bone-chilling chill came out of the white mist he sprayed, but Feng Shu himself didn't feel the chill.
However, Feng Shuo saw his prominent white aura. He was stunned and looked up at the old eunuch standing next to the desk in a daze.
"Mr. Fu... look... I..."
Feng Shuo wanted to stand up, but his movements became obviously stiff and weak.
He had just stood up halfway when his body tilted and he sat back down heavily. The old eunuch Mr. Fu hurriedly came over and stretched out his hand to support Feng Shen's body: "Your Majesty, you have to... take care of yourself..."
Following Manager Fu's soft words, his hands were like electricity, and extremely thin long black needles appeared on his fingers. The long needles, which were thinner than ox hair, shone with a faint cold light. He quickly stabbed Feng Shu on the back.
From the back of the head to the tailbone, all key points along the way, including every bone of the spine, the cartilage tissue between every two vertebrae, and other key points, were all penetrated by long black needles.
Feng Sheng roared, his body twitched violently, and he raised his hands to slap Manager Fu.
The other three old eunuchs turned in from outside the library like ghosts. They brought countless afterimages with their hands and quickly pierced the various vital points in front of Feng Shuo's body with long black needles.
Feng Shu's body froze, and the hands he had just raised dropped heavily again.
Thousands of extremely fine long needles pierced Feng Shu's body. The long black needles began to extract the essence and blood from Feng Shu's body, emitting traces of dim fluorescence, and then formed a black ball inside Feng Shu's body. , the lotus seal between reality and reality.
Feng Shuo's body was completely stiff. Except for his eyes, which could move slightly, he could no longer move at all.
"Your Majesty, you can take a rest."
Manager Fu looked at Feng Shu, who was stiff, and sighed softly: "Hey, this is the world of Sui Dynasty... But what can the slaves do? The slaves are just a group of miserable people, those high and mighty masters They give orders and we can only obey!"
Early the next morning, the bad news came from Suidu and quickly spread throughout the Sui Dynasty.
The God-Emperor Feng Shuo, who had just ascended the throne a few days ago, suddenly fell seriously ill in the Forbidden Palace. He was now bedridden and unable to take care of the government affairs.
The Grand Master Xia Hou Wuming, the Grand Tutor Yin Bupo, and the Taibao Yan Zhengxing led the civil and military officials to visit the imperial city. However, they were attacked outside the gate of the imperial city. There were terrible assassins who killed them head-on. Thirty percent of the hundreds of important ministers were killed, and everyone left was seriously injured.
Xiahou Wuming, Yin Bupo, and Yan Zhengxing were the key targets of the assassins. Yin Bupo and Yan Zhengxing were killed in the chaos, and their spirits were completely dissipated. Only Xiahou Wuming relied on his strong body and the desperate efforts of Xiahou Wusheng and other generals around him. The guard managed to escape, but was seriously injured and fell into a coma.
As soon as the news came out, Sui Chao was shocked.
Suddenly, from all directions in the Sui Dynasty, nine princes of the Feng family rose up to unite their forces.
King Kaiping, King Taiping, King Shunping, King Dexing, King Xinxing, King Renxing, King Changding, King Shengding, and King Rongding.
These were the Sanping, Sanxing, and Sanding princes who were conferred upon the founding of the Sui Dynasty. They were the top titles among the royal princes.
Their strength is much stronger than that of ordinary feudal lords. They are the "confidant princes" of the Feng royal family who intend to monitor the world and intimidate everyone. In terms of territory area alone, these nine kings are more than ten times that of ordinary kings. Their number of troops, armament level, etc. are far beyond that of ordinary kings, and they are directly chasing the Sui Dynasty's imperial army.
The nine kings all raised the banner of "Correcting the Chao Gang", and their armies came out, catching the country and state leaders adjacent to their own fiefdoms by surprise. In just a few days, many country and state leaders were defeated and defeated. Escape, and the territory and people will fall into the hands of the nine kings.
Feng Shuo was seriously ill and could not afford it. Two of the Grand Master, Grand Tutor and Taibao were killed and one was seriously injured. The big shots in the court who were in charge were so dead and wounded that no one of sufficient importance could be found for a while. The guy presides over the government.
The Forbidden Army was at a loss as to what to do. The garrisons stationed in various places were leaderless and fought on their own, and then were defeated by the armies of the Nine Kings.
In Suiwu City, Wu Tie and Mi Wu were still having secret conversations in the heavily guarded hall.
"Sage Pangu opened up the world in this way." Wu Tie sighed in a low voice: "He has a heroic temperament."
Miwu snorted coldly: "To you Pangu relics, he is your creator, and everything he does is naturally a good thing. But to us gods... we suppress the rebellious believers, what does it have to do with him? ? It’s just a stab across the board, and it also robbed the origin of creation.”
As if he thought of something unbelievable, Miwu grinned and shook his head repeatedly.
"However, this Pangu... was really a fierce and ferocious man. He was one man and one beast, fighting fiercely against the gods. He killed hundreds of ancient gods with his big axe, including more than ten thousand god-king and god-emperor-level masters. people?"
"I don't know how many other ordinary gods have fallen. With one person's power, he ended the crazy war between the gods of all races."
"Really, he has killed too many gods, and all the tribes no longer have the courage to continue fighting."
Miwu said slowly: "Pangu opened up the world, and Hongmeng broke out. The gods who chased him were almost killed and injured. The few gods who survived were almost smashed to pieces by the Hongmeng explosion, and were even washed away by the tide of chaos."
“It’s an uneasy and anxious history.”
"The gods stopped fighting, and the war with the believers also stopped... The gods who were aloof were forced to sign a peace contract with the believers who once prostrated under their feet."
"What a shame that is, a shame that cannot be washed away."
"The gods are licking their wounds and recuperating. Everyone is waiting for the gods who are chasing Pangu to bring back good news."
"Every protoss dreams that their own people can kill Pangu and return with the origin of creation."
"But it's been waiting for many, many years."
"No one has come back. It seems that the gods who were chasing Pangu have completely disappeared, and no news has been sent back."
"So, the restless gods began to send a large number of ears and eyes deep into the star sea and into the boundless Hongmeng void, looking for news about Pangu, the origin of creation, and the tribesmen who were chasing Pangu."
"In the boundless Hongmeng void, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions, and hundreds of millions of gods spilled out, just like a handful of sand spilled into the sea, without any foam rising."
"I have been looking for it for many years, many years... I don't know the Hongmeng coordinate point where Pangu opened up the world, and I don't know what happened... The gods have been searching blindly for many years, but there has been no news."
"Gradually, even this battle between gods has almost become a legend, and the origin of creation has been regarded as a legendary item in the story by the gods of later generations... The scouts sent out by the gods found a man who had survived by chance, but was seriously injured. Death, a god who sealed himself and lingered on the edge of a black hole."
"When the news came back, all the major gods were shocked."
"All the eyes and ears got the rough spatial coordinates, and they rushed towards the place where Pangu opened the sky."
"Mu Continent was discovered by us just like this."
"The First Arrival War broke out, and the gods who arrived early launched a full-scale attack on the continent of Mu. In that battle, the continent of Mu was shattered from a complete continent into a sky full of stars."
The mist slowly recounted the war history recorded in the secret archives of the Wisdom God Clan, and rapid footsteps came from outside the hall.
Wu Tie raised his head. He recognized the owner of the footsteps and immediately pressed his hand on Mist.
The light mist suspended in front of the mist dissipated, and all the light and shadow images disappeared.
The door of the main hall opened, and the panting Huang Lang ran in: "Your Majesty, the God Emperor Feng Sheng of the Sui Dynasty was seriously ill, and the important officials of the Manchu Dynasty were assassinated, causing heavy casualties. The kings of Sanping, Sanxing, and Sanding of the Sui Dynasty rebelled. The armies of the Nine Kings swept across the world within a few days, and Sui Dynasty already had 30% of its territory invaded by the Nine Kings."
"Today, the situation is still deteriorating."
Huang Lang quickly told the news sent back by Wu Kingdom's secret agent: "In addition to the rebellion by the Nine Kings' armies, there are also armies from the Monster Kingdom in the North, the Demon Kingdom in the East, and the Ghost Kingdom in the South that have invaded the Sui Dynasty."
After a pause, Huang Lang said in a deep voice: "In the west, within the Demon Country, there are also several unstable demon clans, and they are approaching our border with Suizhou."
Wu Tie was stunned and looked at Miwu in shock: "Did you do it?"
Miwu was also stunned, and then cried out: "It's not me, it's impossible, absolutely not."