Qiu Chongshan stared dumbfoundedly at the brilliance of all the people, the power of the fighting soul leaving the body, and the glory of Fang Yun. top novel,
At this moment, Fang Yun is bathed in holy light, and the brilliance of all the people behind him occupies half of the sky. Looking from a distance, it looks like wings hanging down from the sky.
The Glory of All Peoples does not have the slightest lethality, and cannot even kill a mere demon soldier. However, all evil will not invade, the saints will not be punished, and the power of all human wills will retreat when they see the Glory of All Peoples.
Compared with the brilliance of all people, the fighting spirit is like a candle flame compared to the high sun. It is incomparable.
Qiu Chongshan stood there blankly, looking at the white brilliance of all the people in disbelief, because the power of his fighting soul completely dissipated, and the one hundred thousand fighting souls fell asleep completely, no longer helping him.
After a while, Qiu Chongshan let out a long sigh and said, "I will finally admit defeat."
"Accept!" Fang Yun, dressed in white, stood in the middle of the sky, his eyes still gentle.
The Feng Xuewen battlefield dissipated, and the two figures appeared in the valley.
Fang Yun found that everyone on the viewing platform in front was standing, and then looked around at the viewing platform. Everyone, including Qing Jun, had already stood up.
Even if the Lei family had a look of resentment on their faces, they all stood up honestly, fearing that the fire of the three rites would come down again at this time.
Young scholars from all over the world looked at Fang Yun with admiration on their faces.
Some people had doubts about Fang Yun's status as a virtual saint, but when the glory of the people appeared, all those doubts disappeared.
It is easy to win the hearts and minds of the people, but it is difficult to win the glory of the people. The hearts of the people can be bribed, deceived, and fooled, but the glory of the people cannot deceive people.
The powerful ministers or kings of various countries can easily win over the people's hearts and glorify their own selfish desires into the interests of the country and the people. They are best at stigmatizing a few people and then sacrificing them. It is said to be for the majority, but in fact it is only a very small number of people at the top. Get real benefits.
Many scholars stayed away from the court. It's because I can't stand those actors-like officials.
However, the glory of all people is the purest people's heart. Except for the founding emperors of the past or the kings of great changes, and the saints who are bound to obtain the glory of all people, almost no one can control the glory and be blessed with glory.
Slowly, the glow faded.
Qiu Chongshan looked at Fang Yun with a complicated expression. If he could win, then Qingjun and the Zong family would order to move all the families of the 100,000 martyrs in the deserted city back to Shengyuan Continent. Even if it fails. As long as Fang Yun can be dealt a blow, one of the descendants of the 100,000 martyrs can be allowed to return to the Holy Yuan Continent to study.
The environment in the ancient land of Huangcheng is harsh and far inferior to that of the Holy Yuan Continent. Only the top talents may have channels for promotion. As for people with mediocre or slightly talented talents, they usually stop at being children or scholars, and reaching the ultimate level of being a scholar. Many of them may become Jinshi if they return to Shengyuan Continent.
Unfortunately, Sheng Yuan Continent has limited talent, and the number of places in the imperial examination can only be increased slowly. I don’t know how many years and months it will take before we can achieve true equality for everyone.
In order to move back those 100,000 households, Qiu Chongshan has been running for many years, but the resistance is too great.
The Holy Court has given enough rewards to those 100,000 family members. Life in the ancient land of Huangcheng is better than that of ordinary people, but the decision to relocate one hundred thousand families can only be made by the Qing royal family.
Qiu Chongshan looked at the gradually dissipating glory of the people, and his heart was filled with confusion. It is no longer possible to determine whether the death of those comrades-in-arms was worth it. They obviously had great achievements, why would they willingly retreat in front of the glory of all people
The secret letter stained with blood. Just in exchange for their family's life being better than before
If they can live, their families will be willing to live a harder life, right
Qiu Chongshan felt sadness rising in his heart, and his vision became blurry. Suddenly, he saw a figure wearing a bachelor's uniform in Tsing Yi falling into the fog, and then he saw the backs of Hanlin officials in white uniforms disappearing into the fog. , one after another, one team after another, one army after another...
In the end, all 100,000 people fell into the mist, but he was the only one who didn't move. Only the blood-stained secret message floated in the air.
"Who's still here?"
Nothing is gone, no one is here!
When one hundred thousand military souls left, were they complaining that the only living people could not accommodate their families
Qiu Chongshan gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly, letting tears well up in his eyes and never fall down.
Since one hundred thousand comrades were buried in the mountains, Qiu Chongshan has never shed a tear again.
Qiu Chongshan turned around and walked slowly towards Qingguo's seat. He hunched his back and lowered his head. He couldn't see the direction and walked further and further off.
Countless scholars saw this scene and had an idea in their minds.
This man was completely broken, both physically and mentally.
After walking for more than ten steps, Qiu Chongshan suddenly heard a clear and melodious voice like a bell coming from behind him.
"I am still here!"
Qiu Chongshan's body was shaken, and tears rushed out like a river bursting from its embankment.
At this moment, he finally understood why one hundred thousand military souls left peacefully.
They had completed their mission, and they themselves had completed their mission. There was no need to carry anything more, and no one would blame him.
Because there are other people and Fang Yun.
Qiu Chongshan stood there and suddenly remembered the contents of the secret letter. Tears flowed freely, but a smile bloomed on his face.
Qiu Chongshan turned his back to Fang Yun and said loudly: "Fang Xusheng, we must win the battle in Sangu. My 100,000 colleagues and I entrust everything to you! We have no regrets!"
After saying that, Qiu Chongshan's figure turned into light and disappeared from top to bottom like those war spirits.
Fang Yun was stunned, and everyone in the viewing platform was also stunned.
Qiu Chongshan passed away.
Fang Yun only felt a sense of injustice rising in his heart, which was accumulated and lingered for a long time.
Fang Yun looked at Qingguo's seat and his eyes fell on Qingjun's face.
Qingjun lowered his head slightly and looked away sideways, not looking at Fang Yun.
Fang Yun took a deep breath and said slowly: "General Qiu spent his whole life and passed away peacefully. If he had any last wishes, I will inherit him. Please join me in mourning for him and comforting his spirit in heaven."
Fang Yun said, lowering his head.
The whole audience expressed their condolences.
After a hundred breaths, Fang Yun looked at Qing Jun, spoke slowly with spring thunder in his tongue: "Next one!"
There was originally a faint feeling of sadness lingering over the entire viewing platform, but it was cut away by Fang Yun's sword-like sound!
Zong Jibing stood up suddenly, inheriting the bloodline of the Ice Clan. His body hair was thicker than that of ordinary people. He was not much taller than Fang Yun, but his body was extremely broad. Even though he was over seventy years old, his muscles were still strong and full of energy. Explosive power.
Unlike ordinary people's eyes, his eyes glowed with a faint blue light, and his skin was snow-white, a bit sickly white.
"I've seen Fang Xusheng!"
Fang Yun nodded and said nothing.
Zong Jibing snorted softly and said: "Brother Chongshan and I don't have much contact, but we have met several times. Although you won this battle, you dispersed the fighting spirit and caused him to lose Wen Zhan miserably, leaving him with no love in his life." Then I will defeat you on his behalf today and use your failure to honor him!"
"Oh." Fang Yun agreed casually, with a growing chill in his eyes.
Veins popped up on Zong Jibing's forehead. He didn't expect Fang Yun to despise him so much.
The Zongsheng family and Fang Yun have become like fire and water, and there is no room for maneuver when it comes to the struggle for the holy way.
As a hybrid of the Ice Clan, even if Zong Ji Bing is incredibly talented, he will never be able to reach the threshold of the Hanlin Academy unless a Half-Saint personally helps him.
. (To be continued...)