"The human race's inheritance has always been something that we learn and fight for ourselves. No one can give it to us." Fang Yun said calmly.
Liu Shan looked ahead and said, "The land is boundless, so why do we need to build roads? Because roads are convenient for travel. The same is true for the Saintly Path. The unimpeded road leading to the semi-saint is right in front of you, but you refuse to take it and choose to walk on that rugged and dangerous road. If you are not careful, you will be doomed. Why bother? Look at this official road, you and I can walk side by side without conflict, so why can't we walk hand in hand on the Saintly Path?"
"Why? Because I'm unhappy." Fang Yun replied.
"How can a dignified Void Saint be so willful and embark on the path to become a Half-Saint?" Liu Shan became extremely stern.
"If a dignified Virtual Saint can't even be willful, what's the point of stepping onto the path to sainthood and becoming a Half-Saint?" Fang Yun asked back.
Liu Shan was silent.
Liu Shan's subordinates looked at Fang Yun with helplessness and respect. They had never seen anyone who could render the Left Prime Minister speechless.
After a few moments of silence, Liu Shan said, "Fang Xusheng, you don't have much time left. This time the barbarians go south, it will be your last chance. My patience is limited, and so is that person's. You can't afford the battle for the holy way."
"Everything depends on human efforts. Do you remember what Marshal Chen said in the court yesterday? There are only soldiers who retreat after being defeated in a battle, but no generals who flee without fighting." Fang Yun said.
Liu Shan looked at Fang Yun with deep eyes, and said: "You have fought enough, so much that I am willing to break a taboo and invite you again; so much that I already respect you and don't want our human race's great talent to die; so much... As long as you become my disciple, I am willing to follow your lead and guard the gate and drive the car!"
Liu Shan's gaze was clear, without any clouds or mist, without any layers of scheming, only the purest sincerity.
“Sir…” All of Liu Shan’s subordinates nearby wanted to stop Liu Shan. Being a dignified Taoist guarding the gate and driving the car was the treatment of a semi-saint.
"If we have different ideals, we cannot work together." Fang Yun looked ahead.
At the end of the road, there are white clouds and a vast sky.
Liu Shan's subordinates were furious. This sentence was said by Confucius himself. Once it was used, it was almost like severing ties of friendship. There has never been a precedent in history of scholars who said this and made peace with each other.
In the past, Confucius entered the demon world, riding the chariot of various nations and holding the Spring and Autumn Pen. He encountered obstruction from many demon saints, even including the three great saints. However, Confucius only said these seven words, and then he opened a path and reached the Tree of All Saints. Billions of demons and barbarians were helpless.
Liu Shan took a deep breath, his eyes became extremely sharp, and the area of 100 meters seemed to be plunged into darkness in an instant, and then quickly returned to normal. Everyone was slightly startled. This was a vision that only a great scholar could form, which showed that Liu Shan's attainments were profound. Although he was not a great scholar, he was better than a great scholar.
"In that case, I will not waste any more words. This trip north is the way to your death! If you dare to pursue the holy path, I will definitely cut off your path!"
The temperature in the vicinity dropped sharply, and autumn turned into winter in an instant.
Under the autumn sun, winter feels as cold as blood.
Not only the scholars nearby, but even the barbarian private soldiers who have followed Liu Shan for many years know that Liu Shan is starting a fight for the Holy Path!
From now on, unless one side’s holy path is cut off, the fighting will never stop.
Liu Shan's carriage slowly accelerated.
Liu Shan held the curtain with his right hand and looked at Fang Yun from the side and behind him, his eyes filled with anger and he looked as majestic as a king.
"I am so humble, but I still can't win your respect. If we meet again someday, don't blame me for killing you!"
As soon as Liu Shan let go, the curtains fell.
Inside and outside the curtain, on opposite sides of the sky.
Fang Yun smiled, rode his horse, and continued to move forward leisurely.
The dust raised by Liushan's convoy was suppressed to within ten feet of Fang Yun by an invisible force, no more than an inch below the horse's hoof.
At the same time, the energy in the sky above Jing State suddenly shook, and then a long cloud spread out from south to north, layer upon layer, condensed and lingering, like a dragon or a snake, with seemingly divine power.
A moment later, the vast cloud was torn apart, like a split in the sky, silently but terrifyingly.
Countless scholars looked up at the sky in disbelief.
Powerful creatures from all over the Shengyuan Continent raised their heads and gazed into the distance, gazing at the sky above Jing Kingdom.
The nation’s destiny is torn apart!
The cracked clouds gradually dissipated, and the world returned to peace.
Countless historians and scholars took up their pens to record this event.
In the large parade ground in the northern suburbs of the capital, colorful flags were flying, swords and spears were standing, and more than 300,000 troops were lined up to wait.
Grand Marshal Chen Zhixu stood on one side of the reviewing stand. Opposite the reviewing stand was the viewing stand where the king, the empress dowager, and all civil and military officials were.
The early morning sunlight seemed to have gilded the vast parade ground; the soldiers' weapons and armor sparkled so brightly that it hurt the eyes.
The military might reaches the sky and covers all directions.
Liu Shan slowly climbed up to the viewing platform, and Minister Wen looked down at him angrily.
"Prime Minister Liu, Jing State is in danger, life and death are at stake, why are you destroying our national destiny!"
Liu Shan walked up the stairs with an indifferent look, saying as he walked: "Jingguo is prosperous and has nothing to worry about. If there is a minor illness, I can still revive it. Fang Yun, you are short-sighted. You angered the Half-Saint Wolf Slaughter and led hundreds of millions of barbarians to the south, causing great suffering to the people and the whole country to wail. From today on, I will do my utmost to stop Fang Yun from doing anything. Fang Yun and I cannot coexist!"
Jiang Hechuan looked at Liushan calmly, the morning light shining, his white beard fluttering.
"His wolfish ambitions are known to everyone, so it's nothing surprising." Jiang Hechuan became exceptionally calm.
Chen Zhixu stood on the opposite reviewing stand, his eyes even colder.
Above the viewing platform, vital energy surged. General Zhou Junhu tightly grasped his sword in his right hand, and after a few breaths, he slowly released it.
The hilt of the sword shattered and fell to the ground turning into ashes.
Jingjun glared with his eyes and clenched his teeth.
The Queen Mother covered her face with a curtain, and her right finger trembled slightly.
The Jing Kingdom has not collapsed yet, but the sky has cracked and blood is everywhere.
Not long after, Fang Yun, dressed in green and riding a white horse, led thousands of barbarian private soldiers into the parade ground from the gate.
Chen Zhixu held the drumstick and struck the first note of autumn.
Boom!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Trumpets blew long, bells and drums beat in unison, and uplifting military music echoed over the parade ground.
Fang Yun stepped onto the reviewing stand and first swore an oath to all the troops. Then the various troops went out for the formal military review.
The Demonic Iron Cavalry, Heavy Cavalry, Mechanical Army, Long Spear Formation, Pu Dao Camp, Archers and other armies representing the strongest forces of the Beijing Camp were dispatched one after another. Finally, there was the Wen Tao Camp, which was composed of scholars at the lowest level. There were a total of 3,000 people, all riding on dragon horses, with a few Juren and Jinshi, and they were led by a Hanlin.
As soon as the Wentao Camp appeared, the whole army rejoiced.
Before the descent of Wenquxing, only a few powerful countries had such a large army composed entirely of scholars. Now, Jingguo has finally formed such a powerful army.
Afterwards, the king bestowed armor and a tiger talisman. Grand Marshal Chen Zhixu personally helped Fang Yun put on a set of golden armor made by a craftsman, and then put on a mink coat and a thick hat for Fang Yun to keep out the cold in the north.
Finally, Chen Zhixu gave Fang Yun the tiger talisman. With this tiger talisman, Fang Yun could command all the armies in the north except the army in Beijing and Yuyang Pass.
After the review, everyone stood up and prepared to escort Fang Yun.
A pen, ink, paper and inkstone appeared in front of Fang Yun. He picked up the great scholar's precious brush, dipped it in dragon blood ink, and looked towards the viewing platform opposite.
"Today, the king is heading north, with lofty ambitions and indignation, noble spirit and fighting spirit. I am writing a poem to encourage our army!"
Most people didn't pay much attention to it, but the scholars were looking forward to it and holding their breath, because they heard yesterday that Fang Yun was going to compose a new poem today.
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