"I don't know what others think, but in my eyes, your Majesty is a well-deserved Saint King! He is more than a thousand times stronger than the great Shang Yin Yu!"
"Holy Lord?"
Ren Bo was slightly absent-minded and in a daze. Avoid corporal punishment, love the people, and even go to the extent of stabbing powerful people for it.
Your Majesty, he is indeed the lord of sage.
Then Ren Bo laughed out loud again: "Emperor Yuan Chen of the Great Shang Dynasty is recognized as a wise emperor who is rare to see in thousands of years. When he was a young man, he already saved the building in a short time. He worked tirelessly every day, and he stayed up late at night to eat and drink. It is rare for a king to know his master, but it is absolutely impossible to say that he is a thousand times stronger than Emperor Yuan Chen. Xu Shu, Xu Shu, you really dare to say that."
Xu Shu didn't argue, he just gave him a cold look, but he didn't agree in his heart.
So what if Yin Yu is diligent and tireless in his work? What if he wears clothes at night and eats at night
At this time, in Dachang, weren’t the people in dire straits and wars breaking out? It can be said that the great business administration has been suffering for a long time!
Being diligent in government affairs may not necessarily make you a good emperor.
Although my king is lazy, he hardly interferes in political affairs. However, there is no ambiguity about the country's major affairs.
At this time, Daqian was gradually reaching its peak.
Yin Yu used power to control people and wanted to do everything by himself. Zong Shou started from the system, selected talents, and gave them great power without any scruples.
They are both kings, so it can be said that they are superior to each other.
Those Confucian scholars were so blind that they recognized that Yin Yu was a wise king of the world, and that their own king was absurd and unethical.
There is quite a sense of righteous indignation, and I wish I could stand up and compete with Confucianism.
But I also know that it is useless. Those saints only have the teachings of the saints and the teachings of Confucianism, and cannot listen to other words. To argue with these Confucian scholars is to bring shame on themselves. Right and wrong will be revealed thousands of years later.
After skipping this section, Xu Shu narrowed his eyes again and changed the topic: "This time, your Majesty, it seems that you are very confident! He is probably sure of victory. I just don't know how many people will suffer after this battle. ?”
Speaking of this war, Ren Bo also stroked his long beard with a strange look on his face.
The policy of collecting food from one body, equalizing land, and setting a minimum wage are all ambitious. It's not like a monarch who has no confidence in the future can think of it.
"Not necessarily! Your Majesty wants to create a fair world and give everyone a just law. Even if you have to clean things up afterwards, they will probably be governed in accordance with the law. Anyway, you and I, just wait and see."
At this time, Zong Shou was unaware of the private discussions among his important ministers.
Still with Xiao Dan'er and Yiren Chuxue. Every day I admire the flowers and the moon, fish and amuse the birds.
After playing, I will allocate some time to care about the major affairs. After persuading Ren Bohu Qianqiu and several close confidants, he was completely free and orderly.
The days were passed happily, and the whole person was in a happy mood.
The only thing that made him extremely unhappy was the bad news that kept coming from all over the country.
Even if Daqian and Jianzong Cangshengdao join forces, it is impossible to cover all aspects and completely suppress the two cloud continents and one cloud island.
Memorials about the sudden death of officials from various places and the casualties of ordinary people in attacks were transmitted to Qiantian Mountain like pieces of paper. This situation also happened a few years ago. At that time, he was furious and committed suicide into Central Cloud Continent alone. He destroyed thirty-seven Taoist sects and massacred more than three hundred thousand Taoist disciples to vent his hatred.
In the end, he was forced into the Dao Ling Qiong realm and had to bow his head. And he was forced to leave the cloud world.
However, at this moment, looking at those numbers, it feels a little numb.
Zong Shou laughed at himself, feeling a slight sting in his heart, "So it turns out that I, Zong Shou, have now reached the level where I regard all people as ants? Sure enough, we are not Mingjun's material -"
If you are a wise king, you must be worried and angry about it. Just as the Blood Saint Demon Lord said, one cannot eat without taste and cannot sleep well.
Where can one sit peacefully and leisurely like him
Zong Weiran has completely put aside the matter of Daqian. Dan'er is still a child, his mind is not yet complete, and there are hidden dangers in his bloodline, let alone succeeding to the throne.
The position of king is entrusted to no one. Then it can only be done by more capable people. Come and manage these hundreds of millions of people and completely free yourself from government affairs.
They are indifferent to the life and death of the people under their rule and don't care. How can such a person be the leader of a country? How can we govern
But even so, Zong Shou still felt angry. Playing every day is just calm on the surface.
"The devil's way—"
Every day passed without seeing a single memorial reporting casualties. The murderous intention in Zong Shou's chest became stronger and his heart became even more gloomy, but he knew that at this moment, he could only endure it until the decisive battle with Dashang!
As if sensing Zong Shou's thoughts, the sword spirit refining the divine sword also kept vibrating every day. It seems like he wants to escape from the scabbard.
"Speaking of this sword, since that battle, it has actually been a long time since it drank enough human blood."
The Divine Sword is the sword of kings and the sword of murder! It requires countless amounts of essence and blood to advance.
The more powerful the blood is, the more people it kills, the more satisfying it is, which is almost evil—
Although Zong Shou suppressed the anger in his chest, he was always on the verge of losing control.
I can't wait to draw my sword immediately and slay the devil!
At one month and seven days, Zong Shou's swordsmanship inexplicably improved again.
That killing sword intent actually broke through the middle stage in one fell swoop and reached the late soul level.
It's only one step away from the level of 'becoming a master, becoming a god with swordsmanship'.
Although it is the most ordinary swordsmanship among all the swordsmanship mastered by Zong Shou, it is still a surprise.
"It turns out that the practice of killing swordsmanship does not necessarily need to be practiced in killing. Constant patience and suppression is also a method-"
His sword intention broke through only after he could no longer bear it anymore and could not suppress it anymore. That day, he couldn't suppress it any more, so he flew out with his sword and killed more than a dozen demonic monks who were hiding near Qiantian Mountain and were plotting evil intentions. kill.
It was also at that time that Zong Shou was shocked to realize that his killing sword intent had made further progress.
After this breakthrough, Zong Shou suddenly felt at peace again. No longer strong enough to resist killing thoughts!
"The heavens bear witness that in this life, Zong Shou vows to destroy all demonic sects!"
"Who is my Zongshou? I am Nan Batian, the overlord of the southeast of the Cloud Realm—"
Being patient at this time is just for the sake of slaying all demonic sects in the future.
A few years ago, the Taoist sect killed millions of his people, but paid the price of the death of thirty-seven sects and the death of the master of the Daoling Palace.
At this time, there were more than one million casualties in Daqian? If we don't sacrifice the entire demonic realm, how can we appease the resentful souls of the people who were killed and injured under his rule
They, the demon clan and the devil, already have an unforgettable hatred.
Two days later, the huge fleet division commanded by Shi Ruolan finally arrived at the Cloud Realm.
Zong Shou finally laughed loudly and walked out of the Yanyan Palace with his sword in hand. I can't bear it anymore, and there is no need to bear it anymore.