The sound of the Threefold Holy Way swept across the world like thunder, awakening every scholar. On the contrary, those who could not read were still sleeping soundly, not hearing any sound.
In the capital of Gu State, Zhou Huanyu, the Right Vice Minister of Rites, sat in his study, staring out the window in a daze.
"The ancient sages were not happy with things, nor sad with themselves. As an official, if you are in a high position in the government, you will worry about your people; if you are in a remote place, you will worry about your ruler. A benevolent person worries about the world before he worries about himself, and rejoices after he rejoices about the world. I... am an official without moral principles, unvirtuous and unkind. I have lived in an abalone shop for a long time. How can I see the bright moon and clear wind in Dongting Lake? Well, I don't want to be a minister anymore. Let the country of Gu be tossed around by miscellaneous people!"
After Zhou Huanyu finished speaking, he wrote a letter of resignation and ordered his servants to deliver his official uniform and other items to the cabinet.
"Master, what are you going to do?" Mrs. Zhou, who rushed over after hearing the news, asked hurriedly.
"Resign from office and seek pleasure!"
After Zhou Huanyu finished speaking, he smiled calmly and walked towards the bedroom. With every step he took, the vital energy of the nearby heaven and earth was shaken.
When he walked to the bedroom door, he was suddenly surrounded by a fresh air and his clothes fluttered.
Mrs. Zhou was stunned. She didn't expect that her husband was about to be promoted to Grand Secretary.
Zhou Huanyu laughed three times and entered the bedroom.
In the north of Jing State, there is Weibei Fortress.
The north wind is blowing fiercely, and autumn is at its strongest.
Outside this northernmost fortress of Jing State, the air was filled with deathly air and foul stench. The barbarian camps were endless and had formed a city.
The originally endless green fields turned into black land.
The barbarians have besieged the city for several years but have yet to capture it, all because of the help of the aquatic creatures from the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea.
There are seven such battle fortresses in the north of Jing State. They are like seven insurmountable mountains, firmly nailed to the land between Jing State and Cao Man, preventing Cao Man from invading Jing State.
It was clearly the Mid-Autumn Festival and the dead of night, but the sounds of killing were still deafening.
The barbarians outside the war fortress were like weeds, being killed one after another as if there was no end. If it weren't for the help of the water tribe soldiers, the war fortress would have been breached two years ago.
Under the city, the barbarian priests released their witchcraft, and ordinary barbarians used their powerful bodies to attack the city brutally.
The human race first attacked the city wall by relying on the powerful city defense mechanism and the magic of the water tribe. Once the barbarians approached, the scholars began to use war poems.
In front of these scholars stood rows of fully armed ordinary soldiers. These soldiers rarely went into battle because once they took action, it meant that the barbarians had reached the city walls.
The purpose of their existence is to use their bodies to block the barbarians and protect the scholars.
On the city wall, Zhang Poyue was holding an official seal, sitting on a tiger-skin chair, with his head slightly lowered and snoring softly.
Zhang Poyue was wearing a sea iron armor made by the dragon clan mixed with divine objects, and there were scratches all over the armor.
Only the demon king can leave traces on it.
The two Jinshi beside Zhang Poyue stared at the surroundings intently.
Hearing Zhang Poyue's snoring, a scholar stood on guard and whispered, "Alas, General Poyue hasn't slept for seven days and seven nights. After learning that Fang Xusheng is Zhang Longxiang, he finally felt relieved and couldn't hold on any longer. Let him sleep for a while. There's no rush. When he wakes up, tell him about Jiaosheng's patrol of the river."
"Over the years, General Po Yue has not changed. In order to boost morale and wear down the barbarians, he is on the top of the city every day. If he has the talent, he will join the battle. If he doesn't have the talent, he will sit down and command. Whenever they hear him scolding the barbarians, the morale of all the soldiers will be greatly boosted."
"Alas, in the past seven days, the barbarians have been like crazy, attacking the city at all costs. However, General Po Yue never asked the court for help, and persisted with gritted teeth, even preventing the water tribe from sending the news back to the Dragon Palace."
"After today, you can send back the news."
"Oh? Why?"
"I have been thinking about it these past few days. Although General Po Yue did not mention anything, as usual, I still figured out something. The Yueyang Tower Literary Festival is so grand, the barbarians must know about it, and they must want to influence Fang Xusheng. So, if they can break through our Weibei City and capture General Po Yue alive, it will be a fatal blow to Fang Xusheng. Therefore, the barbarians suddenly attacked at all costs these days."
"I see! It seems that General Po Yue already knew the reason, so he suppressed the document and did not allow it to be reported, fearing that Fang Xusheng would know about it and affect the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"Alas... Thinking of this, my eyes are filled with tears. The two were thousands of miles apart, without a single word, yet they were so loyal to each other. They are truly a role model for our generation."
"That's right. Ever since he learned that Fang Xusheng had become a Grand Secretary, the general has been in a good mood. He has been using Fang Xusheng to cheer us up, saying that he and Fang Xusheng have an agreement that as long as Weibei City is in danger, Fang Xusheng will definitely come. Who doesn't know how powerful Fang Xusheng is? So whenever he talks about this, the effect of boosting morale is better than him scolding the barbarians."
"I will send a message in secret, you just listen for now. General Po Yue said this to give us hope. After all, the arrival of the Void Saint in person can boost morale better than the king leading the army in person. In my opinion, Fang Xu Sheng will take action, but he will not come to Weibei City, but to the capital! Whether Ning'an City or Yuyang Pass is breached, Fang Xu Sheng will not show up. He will only take action when the barbarian army surrounds the capital."
"Alas... I understand the truth. Fang Xusheng is a national treasure and cannot be put in danger. But deep down in my heart, I always hope that he can come, even if it's just to take a look at Weibei City from afar."
"Who says it's not true? But, for the human race, Fang Xusheng is more important than the entire Jing Kingdom! Especially since Zhang Longxiang and Fang Xusheng are actually the same person, his status is even higher."
"Since he has a higher status, why don't the other saints show up when Jiao Sheng is about to take action?"
"Except for the East Sea Dragon Palace, the other three sea dragon palaces are very much looking forward to the human race's semi-saint taking action!"
"Ah? Why?"
"The West Sea Dragon Palace has long wanted to change the agreement between the two races! This time, if the Semi-Saint intervenes, it won't matter if the Jiao Saint retreats. But if the Jiao Saint doesn't retreat and the two sides really fight, the West Sea Dragon Palace will have an excuse to tear up the agreement and make a new one. After all, the human race no longer has Confucius Saint."
"So that's how it is. The Zong Lei family and Qing Jun really have evil intentions. They just saw that the saints would not make a move to stop Jiao Sheng, so they asked Jiao Sheng to come forward. I think Fang Xu Sheng will not be able to escape this time."
Suddenly, Zhang Poyue opened his eyes and looked up at the sky.
Afterwards, everyone in Weibei City heard the sound of the Threefold Holy Way.
Zhang Poyue was stunned, holding the official seal in his hand, and then burst into laughter.
"Hahaha... As expected of Fang Yun! When the world is in turmoil, Xu Sheng will bring peace!"
At the same time, in Baling City, Xiangzhou, nine huge bronze tripods silently broke through the space and descended upon it.
The Nine Cauldrons of Great Xia.
The moment the Nine Cauldrons appeared, countless people exclaimed.
"Oh my god! This is a national treasure, a sacred object for the country, and it has been so many years since it was born!"
"It turns out that the legend of the Great Xia Nine Cauldrons is actually true!"
"When Qin Shi Huang unified the six kingdoms and Liu Bang founded the country, the Nine Cauldrons of Great Xia appeared, each guarding the eight directions. The last cauldron disappeared over the capital. This matter has always been controversial. Some people say that after the Han Dynasty, in order to deny the orthodoxy of the Han Dynasty, all places successively destroyed all the books recording this matter. Unexpectedly, the Nine Cauldrons reappeared!"
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