Li Maozhen's army is still near the Huaihe River, and Yangzhou on the Yangtze River is already in chaos.
In the school dormitory, all the scholars gathered around Wang Zaifeng, infusing spiritual energy and feeding pills. After tossing for a long time, Wang Zaifeng finally woke up leisurely.
Seeing the panicked and anxious faces before his eyes, Wang Zaifeng knew that even if he passed out three or five times, he would still be woken up by these people.
There is no way, now the Confucianism sect needs him to take charge and decide the future direction of the Confucianism sect. It was a matter of his own wealth and life, and no one would pay attention to his heart that was dying of shame and anger.
Wang Zaifeng struggled, trembling, and his movements were extremely difficult, as if he would fall down at any time. In fact, with his cultivation level, not to mention spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, even if he vomits a dozen mouthfuls of blood, he can still walk like flying. But if he does not behave in this way, it is not enough to show that he has suffered a huge physical and mental blow because of guilt.
"Sir, the armies of King An and King Qi are coming, we can't stay in Yangzhou anymore, what should we do now?"
"Yeah, where should we go? There are also those brothers who have become officials, do you want to call them back?"
"The people in the city are being killed by the rebels, should we protect them..." These words were quickly submerged in the tide.
Wang Zaifeng finally sat down, sighed, looked at the earnest faces, and said sadly: "The catastrophe of Confucianism, this is a disaster that no one can imagine. We have already lost this world war. I am afraid that we will die again in hundreds of years. It’s useless, let’s go back to the mountain gate.”
Hearing what he said, everyone was surprised and terrified. Someone asked loudly: "Go back to the mountain gate? Sir, although our Confucianism sect was defeated in Huainan and lost the opportunity to control the world, whoever wins the world can still No scholars? Why do we go back to the mountain gate?"
Hearing this, Wang Zaifeng felt his heart throbbing again, and he held his chest for a while, but finally couldn't hold back, and another mouthful of blood spewed out.
Everyone opened their mouths and looked at him, not knowing what to say.
Wang Zaifeng was so painful that his five sense organs were twisted together, and he said in a sad voice: "Cui Keli, that traitor, has already taken refuge in King An and set up another sect. Now that King An is under his command, where is my Yangzhou Confucianism sect? He will definitely control the government, how can he tolerate me?"
As soon as this remark came out, all the scholars felt as if they were mourning and examining their concubines.
They know that they are finished.
Don't say that they have no future, but any Confucian disciples of their line will never have the chance to become an official for several generations!
"Cui Keli, you must die!"
"This villain who betrayed the teacher's sect will definitely be quartered by five horses in the future!"
The scholars were all talking and uttering the most vicious curses at Cui Keli.
However, these cursing did not last long and gradually dissipated. It was clear to each of them that there was no use in cursing. After the scolding stopped, there was only sadness in my heart.
The three sages other than Wang Zaifeng also looked at the sky speechlessly and let out long sighs of sorrow.
From now on, the Qingzhou Confucianism Sect will be more powerful than the world. Whether these scholars of Yangzhou Confucianism Sect will be driven out or not depends on Cui Keli's face.
But who would have thought that the scholar who was kicked out of the Confucian elite because he didn't come to Yangzhou to participate in the Confucian Cultural Association would become the real master of Confucianism today
If I knew today, why bother.
I regret it.
A middle-aged scholar who was one of the eight outstanding scholars blurted out when he suddenly lost his mind: "If Cui Keli hadn't been expelled from the Confucian school, we would not have become enemies with him, and he would not have died in Qingzhou. Let’s set up a separate sect. If we had left some affection that day, even if we were defeated in Huainan, we could still go and join us, and we wouldn’t fall into a situation of eternal doom!”
Hearing this, many people's faces became complicated after being stunned.
Some of them were gnashing their teeth, still full of resentment towards Cui Keli, but more people were sighing, or even beating their chests and feet, expressing regret in their mouths.
At this time, an old man among the four sages suddenly said leisurely: "When I chased Cui Keli out that day, the old man said that it was too heartless to do that. After all, he is a rare handsome person in our Confucian school. comments were not taken seriously.”
As soon as this remark came out, it immediately attracted everyone's attention. The eyes of the other two sages, as well as the talented people among the eight heroes and the seventy-two handsome men, even faintly showed deep meaning in their eyes.
Ignoring Wang Zaifeng's warning eyes, this old man who stood upright facing everyone continued to say with deep meaning: "In fact, expelling Cui Keli was not our biggest mistake. Even today, don't you know that there are benevolent, righteous and virtuous people The famous King An did not go to assist, but came to Huainan to support Gao Pian and fight against King An, is our biggest mistake?"
The talented scholars fell into deep thought, and then took it for granted.
Wang Zaifeng was trembling all over, pointing at the corner of the old man's mouth trembling, "Zhang Qi, shut up! It's my Confucian sect's decision to assist King Wu and expel Gao Pian..."
"It's true that everyone made the decision, but you're the one who made the decision, right?" Zhang Qi flicked his sleeves, interrupted Wang Zaifeng forcefully, and glared at him.
As the four sages of the Confucian school, Zhang Qi was not taken seriously in the Confucian school because of his discord with Wang Zaifeng. If it weren't for the fact that he was really knowledgeable and talented, almost overwhelming the group of sages, he would have been kicked out of the list of the four sages by Wang Zaifeng.
What else did Wang Zaifeng want to say, but Zhang Qi already sternly said: "Wang Zaifeng! Since you took charge of Confucianism, you have acted arbitrarily, refused to listen to persuasion, and made several mistakes in decision-making. You are already a sinner of Confucianism through the ages, have you not repented yet?!"
Hearing his shout, Wang Zaifeng couldn't sit still any longer and got up in surprise.
However, as soon as he stood up, he continued to do it in a slump, and his energy and energy were exhausted, as if he had aged twenty years in an instant.
Because the eyes that everyone looked at him were clearly full of malice.
Even contempt and hostility.
Wang Zaifeng's heart was ashamed.
Confucianism was defeated, and someone needs to take responsibility.
This blame can only be carried by him.
And Zhang Qi, the person who was at odds with him, would now logically take his place.
What he said earlier that he became a sinner for the ages of Confucianism turned out to be a prophecy.
Hastily packed up the parcels and books, and left the school in panic like a bereaved dog. In the chaotic city of Yangzhou, the Confucian scholars who were rammed and even killed by the rebels finally left Yangzhou city, heading towards an unpredictable but doomed rough and tragic future. At that time, there was already a lot of crying.
Wang Zaifeng, who was walking in the crowd with a hunched body, was full of white hair, in a trance, and would fall down at any time.
This time he is not pretending.
No one came to support him or care about him.
Everyone followed Zhang Qi now, and they only looked coldly at him, and occasionally some people cursed him for being so stupid that even King An was capable and King Wu was unworthy.
Wang Zaifeng's footsteps became more and more slow, until finally he couldn't hold on anymore, and fell face-to-face on the cold muddy ground.
He didn't get up.
A scholar couldn't bear it after all, so he came to help him by the shoulders, trying to help him stand up. After trying several times without success, he discovered to his astonishment that Wang Zaifeng had lost all vitality.
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In Yangzhou, Confucianism came and went.
This is where the Huainan Jiedushi governs the state. The city is high, the ditch is deep, and the flowers are blooming.
It's just that after today, this place is destined to become a purgatory, and countless people died in the chaos. The Confucian scholars scrambled to leave, buried their heads under the gloomy sky, and would not look back to care. Even if they look at it more, they just lament their own misfortune.
Yangzhou City, which stands silently in the gradually cold autumn wind, can only bear its suffering silently, and cannot leave and travel far like the monks who are all over the world. When sending off a master, it waits for a new master to appear. If it is a hero, then it will usher in the light.
...
One day in the fairyland, one year in the mortal world.
When Li Ye pacified the Central Plains in the mortal world and won the great power of the world, the battle between the Yaozu and Taoist immortals in the fairyland was about to usher in the second battle.
In Lingxiao Palace, behind the hanging bead curtain, the Immortal Emperor who occupies the throne is still mysterious and majestic. The immortal officials standing in the hall still bowed their heads in silence as usual, continuing to express their awe and submission.
It's as if the Daoist sect never failed in the mortal world, the monster clan never killed the Immortal Realm, and the talented and tyrannical Immortal Emperor never failed.
Therefore, Xianting did not fall into great danger.
However, no matter how well Taiping's whitewashing is done, there will be clues in the end, even in this small treasure hall - half of those great powers who fought outside and fought with alien soldiers have returned.
The main hall is still spacious, and they won't look crowded when they stand together.
Just catches the eye.
The truth is, however, that simply calling back the power isn't enough.
Li Changgeng, who had just recovered from a serious injury, came out to report, his waist bent lower than usual, his tone more respectful than usual, and his voice was unprecedentedly gentle, "Your Majesty, there is nothing to worry about, a mere demon, a little thief, with our strength, It can be fixed at the fingertips - only need to call back the fairy soldiers in one direction."
Li Changgeng's words were unclear, but no matter whether it was the immortal emperor sitting high or the immortal officials in the palace, they couldn't understand the meaning clearly.
Yes, call back the Immortal Soldiers in one direction.
Immortal soldiers stationed on the border.
Call back, what a simple word, but it means abandonment.
Recalling the immortal soldiers from any direction means losing the territory in that direction, or even giving way to the alien soldiers.
It is naturally impossible to call back all the border immortal soldiers. In that case, the Taoist fairy garden will fall directly. No matter whether the Yaozu and Tongtian leader can be suppressed, all the immortals from Kyushu are doomed to perish.
The Immortal Emperor didn't make Li Changgeng and the immortal officials wait too long, and two understated words came to the ears of the immortals: "Western Realm."
In order to protect the territory of the fairy court, the fairy soldiers of the fairy court naturally garrison the border on all sides, but there are actually only two main directions of defense-the western border and the northern border.
The ones who fought against the fairy soldiers in the northern region were the Khitan gods who were rising rapidly and growing rapidly. Those who fought against the fairy soldiers in the western realm were the gods of Tubo and Uyghur who had been in trouble for a long time.
Li Changgeng didn't have the slightest doubt, and bowed to promise: "Observe the order."
He knew very well that the Northern Realm Immortal Soldiers could not be transferred back. Once the defense of the northern border is empty, with the strength of the army of Khitan gods, they may be able to directly attack the Zixiao Palace. So, the choice is unique.
Li Changgeng, who led the order to walk out of the Lingxiao Palace, read the emperor's will aloud on the jade steps, and soon some immortals received the order and rushed to the west.
Looking at the vast fairyland shrouded in fairy mist, Li Changgeng's worries became heavier and heavier, but he didn't show any of them.
The western part of Immortal Territory is empty.
The mortal Hexi is gone.
The Tubo army marched eastward from Hexi, and it only needed to travel 700 miles to reach Chang'an.